Oh my God,the police chief said.
How the hell did this happen?
Let’s see if we can figure it out.
The Chief of Police of Peachtree City, Georgia, William McCollom, was sleeping with his gun in bed. He went to move it, he said, and it just went off, shooting his wife. He immediately called 911.
St Louis, at the Gateway to Reason conference. You can go too, 31 July to 2 August, and it’s cheap! $25!
Heck, as long as we’re talking about what could have been and dead politicians, here’s Paul Wellstone:
I remember those days, when we were all fired up and inspired by Mario Cuomo’s 1984 speech, and we all thought he ought to run for president. Here’s that speech:
A Catholic nun was so distressed by the abortion of an unnamed fetus that she made arrangements to give it a funeral and a name. That sounds nice, except that it is also extremely creepy.
With permission to proceed granted, she began making arrangements for his memorial service by first giving this child a name. A beautiful small wooden urn would be engraved– but what name should she choose, she wanted to know? I gently suggested “Victor”, in honor of her mother, Victoria who had passed away two days earlier and she happily agreed. The middle name would come to her in an equally tender way as she told me of a conversation with a young woman she had met the previous day.
This woman had confessed to Sister that she had aborted her baby, an action she deeply regretted. But she could never give her little girl a proper burial since the remains were lost, and this deep sorrow haunted the mother’s memory. But when Sister told her about her plans for Victor and that she could include her baby’s name, Marie, with his, it greatly consoled her.
And so the service was held on Thursday May 2, 2013 – the same day Sister’s mother was buried miles and miles away. A fellow nun, a lay associate, two deacons, a priest and a bereaved family mourning the recent loss of their own stillborn child gathered around the altar for Holy Mass with little Victor Marie in their center.
It’s hazardous duty, writing on FreethoughtBlogs. There’s a small squad of vicious trolls waiting to make up stories about you, and the latest target of their venom is Avicenna. It’s gotten ridiculous: the myth they repeat over and over again is that he’s constantly lying on his blog. The latest “evidence” is that some of the email from haters that he has posted can also be found on public sites.
Oh, yeah, the calendar rolled around to a new year last night. All I can say is…I don’t care. 2014 was an awful year, there’s no promise that this coming year will be better, and flipping a digit on my chronometer is not a magical transition that will make everything all better.
I can say that my tendency towards increasing cynicism maintains its steady trend. Nope, no discontinuity in the pattern was observed at the stroke of midnight.
Cristina is a kindred spirit.
The latest story out of the hothouse of stupidity that is 4chan/8chan is that they’re targeting tumblr users for harassment — with the specific intent of identifying troubled young people who have admitted to self-harm, and then goading them to commit suicide.
The trolls also wrote that they plan to post gore and self-harm photos in popular social justice and fandom Tumblr tags, as well as target individual users with anonymous messages, in an effort to pressure them into committing suicide.
One of their targets is any fan of some show called Supernatural, which I have not seen (although now I’m putting it on my list of shows to check out). There may be a hint of pathological skepticism here — people who like shows about supernatural phenomena must be subhuman, and therefore are acceptable victims.
