Finally, there was the Donald—who was vastly less overwrought than LaPierre but also vastly less coherent. Trump started off babbling about all the celebs he’d just been hob-nobbing with down at his Miami hotel that morning. Next thing you know, he’s talking about how much Vladmir Putin respects him. How do we know this? Because Putin gave the Donald a present when they were hanging out in conjunction with The Miss Universe pageant, which Trump owns. You know who else really respects Trump? The Chinese. Trump has lots of rich Chinese pals, and they just love him. Plus, Business Week asked some question about the Top 10 things the Chinese want, and you know what they said? Trump stuff. Ties. Hotels. Apartments. Anything with his name on it. They’re crazy for the brand. The biggest bank in China is a tenant in one of Trump’s buildings, and they tell him, “We’ll never leave! We love you! We love the building!” Why? Because they respect Trump. Unlike that Obama schmuck, who they regard as a total loser. (How many hotels does Obama own? Zero! How many reality shows has he starred in? Zero.) And don’t even get Trump started on immigration or Afghanistan or how America should have seized Iraq’s oil after kicking Saddam’s ass.
Oh, Alaska. What did we do before we knew of your weird ways, thrown into harsh illumination on the national stage thanks to half-term grifterbilly Sarah Palin? If not for that fortuitous bit of happenstance, we would never be checking out an Alaska-based blog, and we would never have known about the Republican (of course!) Fairbanks borough assembly member who does not like Ms. Magazine oh no he does not, and he will make sure it doesn’t appear in his local grocers.
Oh, yeah, first. We had to look up what the hell a borough assembly member is as well, because it is maybe some weird Alaskan thing? Oh wait. It looks like it is basically the City Council of Fairbanks, but with an Alaska-fied name. Anyway. Mr. Lance Roberts of the assembly felt like his eyes were getting assaulted by having Ms. Magazine looking at him when he bought lettuce.
Lance Roberts does not like the publication’s support for the reproductive rights of women, and demanded the Fairbanks Co-op Market pull the magazine from its shelves so that other shoppers couldn’t make up their own minds on the matter.
It was not to be a private belief: Jindal felt a moral imperative to evangelize, and classmates recall he was an active salesman for the Lord. He had embraced a traditionalist vision of Catholicism out of step with the modern church, one in which evil was something to be confronted not just spiritually, but physically. And it wasn’t long until he saw an opportunity to put his faith into action: In a 1994 essay for the New Oxford Review, one of a dozen pieces he would write for small Catholic journals about his conversion, he described participating in an exorcism of a classmate he called “Susan.” Jindal and Susan had shared a platonic friendship, but their relationship had frayed in recent months. Susan had begun having mysterious visions. She was also being treated for skin cancer. Visitors to her apartment reported a faint odor of sulfur.
“My friends were chanting, ‘Satan, I command you to leave this woman,’” Jindal recalled. “Others exhorted all ‘demons to leave in the name of Christ.’”
The church hierarchy sanctions exorcisms only with the blessing of a bishop. (A 2000 estimate put the global figure at fewer than 600 a year.) But Jindal didn’t ask a priest or any other church official for help, he explained, out of fear: What would it mean for his faith if he discovered the church was powerless to help his friend?
The conflict came to a head at a hurried evening intervention. “Kneeling on the ground, my friends were chanting, ‘Satan, I command you to leave this woman,’” Jindal recalled. “Others exhorted all ‘demons to leave in the name of Christ.’” Finally, another student showed up with a crucifix and cast the spirit away.
LAST YEAR, WHEN Jindal railed about the “stupid party,” he may well have been trying to highlight his own brainy reputation. It’s a brand he has carefully cultivated: Profiles of the new governor tended to emphasize his wonky smarts, characteristic of an administration that promised to be heavy on policy and light on flair. That, the thinking went, was exactly what Louisiana needed. Jindal was alternatively “slight, unassuming”; an “earnest dork”; “like a college intern”; “a regular Alex P. Keaton”; and the crown jewel of the bunch, a “boyish politician” so above it all that he “rarely bothers to eat or urinate when traveling.”
A NAKED man found washed up on a popular tourist beach may have been murdered, police said, as they examined objects — including an old photograph — found near his body.
The unidentified man, who appears to have suffered ‘numerous’ injuries, was found lying in surf wearing just a pair of socks and a shoe.
A day later a navy blue Regatta coat was found nearby containing a wallet and a faded picture of a child.
A date on the back of the picture reads April 13, 1952, but it is unclear what this refers to or if the jacket and wallet even belonged to the dead man.
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Apparently life imitates a video game. I wonder how many pigs they’ve killed by crashing into their castles! LOL!
They are real! pic.twitter.com/dH3DLCCKz4
— Fascinating Pictures (@Fascinatingpics) February 24, 2014
For those of you who haven’t actually heard of Angry Birds
Steel your nerves, dear reader. Ragnarok, the Viking apocalypse, draws near.
According to Norse mythology, the end of times has been brewing for about 100 days. It all started when the wolf son of Loki broke out of prison and the giant Midgard Serpent rose from the sea.
Saturday, Ragnarok will culminate in an epic battle. The pantheon of Norse gods — Thor, Loki, Odin, Freyr, Hermóðr, every last god — will fight, the Earth will fall into the sea, and life as we know it will cease to be.
The cultural influence of Ragnarok is far-reaching: The legend has inspired everything from 13th-century Eddic poetry to the last installment of Wagner’s Ring Cycle and death metal. But none of that matters, since the world is ending in one week.
Yeah, I know it’s Faux News, but they should be fairly trustworthy on this kind of story. Maybe they can find a commentator to tie this to the wrath of Gawd for something or other, possibly a failure to adequately support the Ark Encounter theme park.
A massive sinkhole that opened up under a Kentucky museum Wednesday morning swallowed several vintage and rare Corvettes.
The National Corvette Museum said the Bowling Green Fire Department estimates the sinkhole to be around 25-30 feet deep and 40 feet wide.
“This is going to be an interesting situation,” Museum Executive Director Wendell Strode told the Bowling Green Daily News, noting that a structural engineer is at the Bowling Green facility to evaluate the damage inside its Sky Dome section.
Six of the cars in the sinkhole are owned by the museum; two others are owned by General Motors.
“It is with heavy hearts that we report that eight Corvettes were affected by this incident,” the museum said in a press release.
The museum said the cars are a 1993 ZR-1 Spyder and 2009 ZR1 “Blue Devil” on loan from General Motors; a 1962 Black Corvette;
I love all teh kittehs. Even the one that will never ever get the beauty awards. I wonder what the breed personality is like?
Werewolf cats are so hot right now.
The Lykoi breed of cat is blowing up for fans of both cats and werewolves. A group of breeders who originally worked with hairless cats started breeding a mix of hairless and haired kitties, thus creating a half-haired cat that kind of looks like a werewolf. And they are super adorable. Just look at their little faces!
Thanks to the Lykoi Cat Facebook we have a gallery of them. I wonder what they feel like when you hold them. A slightly hairy baby?
At 5:23 p.m. yesterday, British comedian Avery Edison was detained at Pearson International Airport after flying to Toronto to visit her girlfriend. On its face, this was a routine detainment—she reports that she was prevented from coming into Canada because she had overstayed her student visa on a previous visit—but thanks to the magic combination of Twitter, Pearson’s free wifi and Edison’s wit, the situation resulted in an eight-hour tweet-a-thon detailing every twist and turn of the case.
This hits unbelievably close to my own pre- (heck, at this point, I might as well give in and say ‘non-‘, as I’m never affording the surgery without hitting the lotto or my inheritance coming in)-op life and even closer to that of my best friend, who once managed to get denied entry to the UK when she was under the impression from its consulate officials here that she had her permanent-residence visa ready to go.
But on the other hand, that’s unlikely to be of interest to an audience of mostly-cisgender folks. What is, is that rather than holding Edison in immigration detention or putting her on a depo flight back to England, Toronto’s finest initially took her to a men’s detention facility. In Genpop. Did I mention that Edison has something I can’t have until after surgery—a national passport with an ‘F’ on it?
And that’s where things were when a joker named Todd stepped in and shat all over the comments with an idea that I know some Lizards actually agree with—she needs to be treated as a ‘he’ as long as there’s external plumbing there—and one that I hope no one does—that ‘he’ indeed belongs in general population in a men’s prison for the crime of trying to re-enter a country having overstayed a visa. And that the inevitable repeated rapes (hormone therapy leaves even those who started it post-puberty with muscular structure nearer that of their gender-conforming sex, even while their birth organs are trying to counteract that by still being there to produce their (overpowered) contribution, and one’s very scent often matches that of the target sex as well, so she becomes an even BIGGER target for heterosexual inmates than your average ‘new fish’, who rarely get out un-raped) are part and parcel of what she signed up for when she ‘became a criminal’, which apparently involves committing one crime and thus forever-after being programmed to commit every crime whenever opportunity arises, even without motive. Then he adds in the crazy by suggesting that a large portion of MtF people are men faking it specifically so they can commit a crime to be imprisoned with, and commence raping, externally-female people. AND MULTIPLE PEOPLE KEEP VOTING UP HIS EVERY CRAZY COMMENT.
So nice to see that our ‘best’ thought processes are—at least apparently—being exported to Canada, as Todd seems to be painting himself as a Canadian rather than an American when mentioning all this.
(footnote: Edison was eventually transferred to the women-only jail in Toronto instead…where even if she were in Genpop, which she’s probably not, the inmates would probably be safer from her than she would be in even solitary of a men’s facility. Though she’s still in a prison rather than immigration holding, which is its own brand of crazy…)
A woman has been accused of trying to kill her hospitalized husband by injecting fecal matter into his IV line, police in suburban Phoenix said Friday.
Rose Mary Vogel of Sun Lakes was arrested Thursday on suspicion of attempted first-degree murder after a nurse found the 65-year-old handling her husband’s IV line, which was found to contain a brown substance, police said. Police don’t have a possible motive.
A hospital lab test identified the brown substance in the IV line as fecal matter, and a trace amount of a brown substance also was found in the needle of an otherwise empty syringe found in Vogel’s purse, police said.