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Aug 26, 2006

The Magic Number


College Slice
In lieu of ghost planes, how about ghost boats? In the last couple of months, about a dozen derelict boats manned by decaying corpses have been washing ashore in Japan. Most likely explanation is that they're North Korean fishing boats that have desperately ranged further out to sea than they should to shore up the DPRK's food supplies.

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nockturne
Aug 5, 2008

Soiled Meat
Have an Australian incest cult also while we're waiting for ghost planes. Had never heard about this before today. Completely :psyboom: story.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Colt_clan_incest_case

http://www.news.com.au/lifestyle/re...h-1226780575248

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2521752/Children-incest-cult-living-deformed-mute-Australian-valley.html

Mx.
Dec 16, 2006

I'm a great fan! When I watch TV I'm always saying "That's political correctness gone mad!"
Why thankyew!



"A spokesperson for the Department of Family and Community Services said the children were now safe and living with foster parents.

The department declined to explain why it had taken two years and seven risk-of-harm reports before the children were removed."

Read more: http://www.canberratimes.com.au/nsw/children-removed-after-generations-of-incest-20131206-2ywrt.html#ixzz3t99Ux2E2

Solice Kirsk
Jun 1, 2004

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:stare: That would give Appalachian hill folk a run for their incest money.

doug fuckey
Jun 7, 2007

hella greenbacks

CodfishCartographer posted:

Oh, are we talking about fires? How about the 1911 Triangle Fire in NYC?

This story is everyone's first 'regulations are actually cool and maybe we should be thankful for them." These lines destroyed me when I first learned about it in school, even if that first one kinda sounds made up.

quote:

The first person to jump was a man, and another man was seen kissing a young woman at the window before they both jumped to their deaths.

William Shepard, reporter posted:

I learned a new sound that day, a sound more horrible than description can picture -- the thud of a speeding living body on a stone sidewalk.

UwUnabomber
Sep 9, 2012

Pubes dreaded out so hoes call me Chris Barnes. I don't wear a condom at the pig farm.
Something local for me. In 1928 in West Plains, Missouri a dance hall over an auto-garage exploded. Thirty-nine dancers died in the explosion. I found out about this because there's a large monument in a local graveyard to the unidentified corpses. Also I dunno if Cannibal Corpse wrote this article or what, but...

http://howell.mogenweb.org/article/wp_dancehallexplosion.htm

Howell County MoGenWeb posted:

Thirty to 40 couples were dancing when the blast came. It was the regular Friday night dance of West Plains' younger set. Among the merry makers were many of the prominent young men and women of West Plains. At 11:30 the dance was at its height. The three piece orchestra was nearing “Home Sweet Home,” MISS DIMPLES MARTIN, at the piano was pounding out the strains of a popular melody – nobody remembers the name. At that moment J. N. WEISER, owner of the building, opened the back door of the garage on the floor below. A motorist had called him from his home to supply some gasoline. As the garage door swung open there was the thunder of a terrific explosion. The floor of the dance hall above was lifted almost to the ceiling. A moment of terrible silence followed. The the floor crashed in fragments into a raging gasoline fed furnace below. Into it went the forms of a score of humans who a moment before had been carefree dancers.

Scathach
Apr 4, 2011

You know that thing where you sleep on your arm funny and when you wake up it's all numb? Yeah that's my whole world right now.



I'm sorry, but I'm cracking up at the fact that "kangaroo was sleeping on one of the children's beds" is like a major noted point at the top of the second article.

RC and Moon Pie
May 5, 2011

You might remember the chimp attack a few years ago, where Travis ripped off a woman's face and hands.

There is an article from about that time about his upbringing, I guess you could say.

The thin line between animal intelligence and wild animal instincts are a bit disturbing. Of course there is the whole matter of his owner's attachment to him.

quote:

Sandy and Jerry invited Travis to join them at the table for meals. He ate oatmeal with a spoon every morning. At their favorite Italian restaurant, Pellicci’s, she read him the menu, offering him choices. His favorite food was filet mignon. He also enjoyed lobster tail. He preferred Lindt’s chocolates. He liked Nerds candy and taffy, and he loved ice cream, hooting and pulling at Sandy when the ice-cream man came down the street. When he was thirsty, he swung his body up onto the counter and took out a glass, opened the refrigerator, and poured himself juice or soda.

The article does not go into much detail on the victim's injuries. She apparently lost a lawsuit against the state a year ago.

MonoAus
Nov 5, 2012

Scathach posted:

I'm sorry, but I'm cracking up at the fact that "kangaroo was sleeping on one of the children's beds" is like a major noted point at the top of the second article.

One of the children was later found to be a human/kangaroo hybrid.

The North Tower
Aug 20, 2007

You should throw it in the ocean.

MonoAus posted:

One of the children was later found to be a human/kangaroo hybrid.

Now that is unnerving.

A CRUNK BIRD
Sep 29, 2004

RC and Moon Pie posted:

You might remember the chimp attack a few years ago, where Travis ripped off a woman's face and hands.

There is an article from about that time about his upbringing, I guess you could say.

The thin line between animal intelligence and wild animal instincts are a bit disturbing. Of course there is the whole matter of his owner's attachment to him.


The article does not go into much detail on the victim's injuries. She apparently lost a lawsuit against the state a year ago.

https://youtu.be/wLHCuzW3-uA

SneezeOfTheDecade
Feb 6, 2011

gettin' covid all
over your posts

MonoAus posted:

One of the children was later found to be a human/kangaroo hybrid.

Chichevache
Feb 17, 2010

One of the funniest posters in GIP.

Just not intentionally.

MonoAus posted:

One of the children was later found to be a human/kangaroo hybrid.

Joey?

Nckdictator
Sep 8, 2006
Just..someone

RC and Moon Pie posted:

You might remember the chimp attack a few years ago, where Travis ripped off a woman's face and hands.

There is an article from about that time about his upbringing, I guess you could say.

The thin line between animal intelligence and wild animal instincts are a bit disturbing. Of course there is the whole matter of his owner's attachment to him.


The article does not go into much detail on the victim's injuries. She apparently lost a lawsuit against the state a year ago.

Man that poor lady was hosed in the head

quote:

Over the course of Jerry’s weeks-long stay, during which his doctors tried to arrest his rapidly spreading stomach cancer, Sandy spent virtually every minute at the hospital. One night he said he wanted to talk to her about Travis. He asked her what she would do if he were to die—if it were to become just her, alone with Travis. As much as he said it pained him, he urged her to send Travis to a sanctuary. He told her Travis was too much for her to manage alone. He said it was best for both of them.

quote:

For four years, Travis never left home, and Sandy only sporadically did, aside from compulsive shopping trips: She spent hundreds of thousands of dollars at stores like T.J. Maxx and Marshalls, stuffing bags of clothes in dozens of plastic bins that filled almost every room of the house. She and Travis relegated themselves to the kitchen and the suite in the rear of the house. In early 2008, construction was under way on a gigantic new addition that Jerry had designed for Travis years earlier. Travis, by this point, no longer bore much physical resemblance to his former self. He was 14 years old, five feet tall, 240 pounds, and morbidly obese. His hairline had receded dramatically, and his center torso had gone gray. His face was black and wrinkled. His chest sagged. He spent the majority of his days snacking, watching TV, playing on the computer, and roaming the house. (Are they talking about a chimp or your average goon here?)

quote:

Sandy was alone.

After weeks of blistering coverage, journalists from around the world—who, hoping to coax Sandy out of the house, had left her flowers, coffee, and sympathy notes—had finally moved on. The reporting had included many inaccuracies, such as the unsubstantiated assertion (which Sandy never disputed) that Travis was the same chimpanzee who had appeared in the iconic Old Navy ads of the nineties and on The Maury Povich Show. The New York Post had accused Sandy of “weird jungle love” and all but said that she and Travis had sexual relations. Even after the press mob had lost interest in her chimp, the allegation that hurt her most was that she’d cared more about Travis than Charla. “I stabbed my own son,” she cried to friends on the phone. For a long time, inside her house, she refused to clean up his blood. She sat a gigantic stuffed chimpanzee in the leather chair in his room.

“I just—you just—you can’t imagine,” she sobbed into the phone late at night. “They cut off his head!” She was referring to the last time she’d seen Travis, when she’d gone to the crematorium to drop off his favorite tie-dyed T-shirt and discovered he’d been decapitated for rabies testing.

She tried to reconstitute her life. She visited occasionally with friends, and made trips to the casino. She continued shopping—much of it for clothes for her three grandchildren that she would end up never sending—until her house became impassable. She sat at her kitchen table and leafed through stacks of mail, old letters, old pictures, doodling Sue’s name on the back of envelopes. She tuned in nightly to Bill O’Reilly. She talked—and cried—on the phone incessantly; the subject was almost exclusively Travis. One of her daughter’s friends helped her set up a profile on Match.com; she went on a date with an elderly Stamford man who appalled her by requesting oral sex as they were having dinner.

quote:

Two-forty-one Rock Rimmon Road remains almost exactly as it was the day Sandy left, held in limbo by order of the court. Rumors abounded after Sandy’s death that along with jewelry, antiques, and other valuables, somewhere in the ramshackle house she had secreted $80,000 in cash, and burglars broke in five times in the first two months. The gigantic addition is frozen in mid-construction, exactly as it had been that February day, its windows still glassless, so that leaves and small drifts of snow blot its unfinished floor. The life-size stuffed chimpanzee still sits in the oversize chair in Travis’s room, gazing out the window to the backyard and the woods beyond it.

So, I'm sure this has been discussed to death but what did set Travis off that day? Was is the medicine, the hair change, or the simple fact that he's a loving chimp?


Edit: jfc



http://www.nytimes.com/2010/02/25/nyregion/25chimp.html?_r=0


quote:


In an interview in Stamford police headquarters on Tuesday, Officer Chiafari, 53, a husband and a father of three, described that day and the crippling depression and anxiety that followed. He was haunted not just by the frightening encounter with the bloody and enraged chimp who outweighed him by 50 pounds, but also by images of the victim in the driveway.

“I’d go to the mall and see women and imagine them without faces,” he said.

Officer Chiafari required therapy but was denied a worker’s compensation claim. The reason was that harrowing episodes involving a person — shooting a suspect, for example — would be covered but similar encounters with animals were not.

His visits to a therapist were eventually covered by the City of Stamford after police and union officials became involved on his behalf, said Sgt. Joseph Kennedy, president of the Stamford Police Association.

State Senator Andrew J. McDonald, a Stamford Democrat, has introduced legislation that would cover an officer’s compensation for mental or emotional impairment after killing an animal when under threat of deadly force. Officer Chiafari plans to testify on Thursday at a General Assembly Committee on Labor and Public Employees hearing on behalf of the proposed legislation.

On Feb. 16, 2009, Officer Chiafari started his shift at 3 p.m., reporting his location with his police radio and stopping at a Starbucks for tea with another officer. Then the radio sounded.

“The call came over as ‘monkey attacking someone,’ ” he said. “At first it sounded humorous. Then they said, ‘Code 3’ — lights and sirens, get there fast.

“I could tell something was not right.”

The dispatcher became more urgent as the officers, in separate cars, sped to Ms. Herold’s house on Rock Rimmon Road. Officer Chiafari realized who the so-called monkey was: The Herold family owned a towing company that occasionally responded to police calls to move vehicles, and they would bring their pet chimp along. (“Travis loves cops,” Ms. Herold said in 1998.)

As Officer Chiafari drove, he thought, “Wait a minute, that’s Travis.”

He pulled up to the house and saw a lump of clothing in the driveway. “Then I realized it’s a human being,” he said. “It was all ripped apart.”

He parked to the right of the body, and the other officer parked on its left. Officer Chiafari’s car blocked the body from the front porch, where he saw Travis jumping up and down, in a “frenzy.”

“He starts bashing the passenger window,” he said. “I’m terrified. I see what he’s done to the victim.” He drew his pistol, but Ms. Herold, who had been hiding in a vehicle, emerged behind the chimp, entering his line of fire. He looked back at the victim. “She had no face, and there’s blood pulsating out. She’s bleeding out.” He holstered his gun.

Travis swatted the side-view mirror off the squad car “like it was butter,” Officer Chiafari said. As Officer Chiafari puzzled over how he could help the victim, Travis returned to the porch, then calmly walked around his car and approached the driver-side door.

“I forgot I had the door unlocked,” Officer Chiafari said. He had unlocked it to help Ms. Nash before the chimp distracted him. “He pulls the door open. Now we’re, like, face to face with each other. Our eyes met.”

There was blood all over the chimp, whose owner had stabbed him in the back with a butcher knife. The chimp seemed as surprised that he had opened the door as Officer Chiafari, who was pinned in his seat by a computer console and again drawing his pistol.

“He gave me a split second to react,” he said. “He shows his teeth, a snarl, and I see blood. I see his fangs. I just start to shoot.”

He said that he did not remember hearing the four shots and that the chimp had not seemed to react; he thought the gun had misfired. But then Travis screamed one last time and ambled away.


Officer Chiafari and paramedics, who had been waiting in their vehicles for the chimp to leave, rushed to the body on the ground. “She had no face,” he said. “Her hands are off. There are thumbs and fingers all over the place.” He called out to her. “I feel bad, but I was hoping she wasn’t conscious.”

But Ms. Nash reached out with the stumps of her arms and tried to grab the officer’s leg, a memory that was perhaps the worst for him from that day.

Travis had entered his home and died in his living quarters. Ms. Nash was rushed to a hospital. Officer Chiafari was, too, for shock, and then sent home, where he told his wife and three children — a 10-year-old girl and a teenage boy and girl — what had happened.

“The next morning, I crashed,” he said. “I’d always heard of post-traumatic stress. Tell you the truth, I don’t think I believed in it.”

He saw a therapist and told the story with great difficulty, remembering the chimp’s fingers — “like sausages” — smashing at his window and rocking the car. After the attack, he said, he could not wear a red shirt because it reminded him of blood. Everyone wanted to hear the story. His therapist told him to politely decline, which helped.

Officer Chiafari returned to work a month or so later. At first he could not drive down Rock Rimmon Road, until he forced himself to visit the fateful driveway and confront his fear.

People second-guessed him: “Why didn’t I wait for a stun gun? Why didn’t I talk to it?” He shook his head. “I can’t say, ‘Hey Travis, let’s wait for a stun gun.’ ” He believes shooting the chimp when he did saved Ms. Nash’s life by allowing paramedics to reach her.

Nonetheless, waves of panic and depression came and went. He was plagued by dreams of a faceless woman on a July family visit to Disney World that ruined his appetite and his vacation. Ms. Nash’s much-publicized “Oprah” visit, which he avoided watching, brought back painful memories. But he said he was feeling more and more like his old self.

Travis dictated the events of that fatal day, but Officer Chiafari does not hold him responsible.

“I consider him a victim,” he said. “He should have been in the jungle where he’s supposed to be. Not in a house drinking wine and taking Xanax.”

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Mak0rz
Aug 2, 2008

😎🐗🚬

Nckdictator posted:

Man that poor lady was hosed in the head

So, I'm sure this has been discussed to death but what did set Travis off that day? Was is the medicine, the hair change, or the simple fact that he's a loving chimp?

The Xanax probably didn't help, but really the simple answer is Travis was a wild god drat animal. It doesn't matter if he was raised by people. Chimps have not been bred to coexist with humans and their behavior can be unpredictable, especially considering their remarkable calculating intelligence. Primates make really horrible pets. It's hard enough to raise a wild parrot for the same reasons, but the big difference is that parrots aren't going to literally dismember you when they throw a tantrum.


Everything surrounding Travis and the people around him is incredibly tragic.

If I hadn't known better I'd say the article was a weird short retelling of Cujo, except about a chimp instead of a St. Bernard. That's a warning if I ever heard one: adopting a pet chimp may actually turn your life into a Stephen King novel.

HUNDU THE BEAST GOD
Sep 14, 2007

everything is yours
That story is absolutely insane.

WescottF1
Oct 21, 2000
Forums Veteran
I don't recall if it's been posted previously, but here's another good article about a chimp attack:

http://www.esquire.com/news-politics/a5609/chimpanzee-attack-0409/

MightyJoe36
Dec 29, 2013

:minnie: Cat Army :minnie:

Mak0rz posted:

The Xanax probably didn't help, but really the simple answer is Travis was a wild god drat animal. It doesn't matter if he was raised by people. Chimps have not been bred to coexist with humans and their behavior can be unpredictable, especially considering their remarkable calculating intelligence. Primates make really horrible pets. It's hard enough to raise a wild parrot for the same reasons, but the big difference is that parrots aren't going to literally dismember you when they throw a tantrum.

Everything surrounding Travis and the people around him is incredibly tragic.

I watched a TV program about this and found myself feeling the same way. I felt, believe it or not, like the chimp was the victim in all this (aside from the poor woman who had her face and hands ripped off).

Nckdictator
Sep 8, 2006
Just..someone
The Wiki article on Travis led to this.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Puppy_pregnancy_syndrome

quote:

Puppy pregnancy syndrome is a psychosomatic illness in humans brought on by mass hysteria.

The syndrome is thought to be localized to villages in several states of India, including West Bengal, Assam, Bihar, Jharkhand, Orissa, and Chhattisgarh, and has been reported by tens of thousands of individuals.[1] It has been noted that it is far more prevalent in areas with little access to education.[1]

People suffering from this condition believe that shortly after being bitten by a dog, puppies are conceived within their abdomen.[1] This is said to be especially likely if the dog is sexually excited at the time of the attack.[2] Victims are said to bark like dogs, and have reported being able to see the puppies inside them when looking at water, or hear them growling in their abdomen.[1][2][3] It is believed that the victims will eventually die – especially men, who will give birth to their puppies through the penis.[2][3]

Witch doctors offer oral cures, which they claim will dissolve the puppies, allowing them to pass through the digestive system and be excreted "without the knowledge of the patient".[1][2]

Doctors in India have tried to educate the public about the dangers of believing in this condition.[3] Most sufferers are referred to psychiatric services, but in rare instances patients fail to take anti-rabies medication in time, thinking that they have puppy pregnancy syndrome and thus the witch doctor's medicine will cure them.[1][2] This is further compounded by witch doctors stating that their medicine will fail if sufferers seek conventional treatment.[1]

FourLeaf
Dec 2, 2011

spite house posted:

It reminded me of those unnerving-rear end videos about how to recognize when someone is drowning. It doesn't look like you'd expect; there's no hysteria or thrashing or yelling, just freaky immobility with a couple of critical tells that are hard to spot unless you know what you're looking for.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9fyvtNewabM

Something disturbing I remember reading a while back was an article by a woman describing how when she was a young child her father and younger sister drowned in an apartment pool when she was right there. There was no one else swimming that day, just the three of them.

One minute she was holding onto the side doing practice kicks, the next minute she turned around and they were both floating facedown, dead. No splashing or screaming or anything.

RNG
Jul 9, 2009

FourLeaf posted:

Something disturbing I remember reading a while back was an article by a woman describing how when she was a young child her father and younger sister drowned in an apartment pool when she was right there. There was no one else swimming that day, just the three of them.

One minute she was holding onto the side doing practice kicks, the next minute she turned around and they were both floating facedown, dead. No splashing or screaming or anything.

The one time I nearly drowned, it looked like I was just bobbing my head in and out of the water. Luckily a family member was there and she knew what that meant. I thought I'd been screaming at the top of my lungs, "BOAT, GET THE BOAT," but people who were 10 feet away couldn't hear me because I didn't have any breath. Once I got back to the dock I clung to it for most of an hour before the adrenaline died down.

pookel
Oct 27, 2011

Ultra Carp
Yesterday, I heard a story that some gun-rights group is planning to stage a mock mass murder at the University of Texas. I was so appalled that I started wondering whether I was remembering correctly that UT-Austin was the site of the first mass shooting in American history. I wasn't wrong, and I found this excellent 40th anniversary story in Texas Monthly when researching. They tracked down and interviewed dozens of people who were there.

Texas Monthly posted:

On the morning of August 1, 1966, not long before summer classes at the University of Texas at Austin were about to let out for lunch, an architectural engineering major named Charles Whitman arrived at the Tower dressed as a maintenance man. He would be described the following day in the Austin American as “a good son, a top Boy Scout, an excellent Marine, an honor student, a hard worker, a loving husband, a fine scout master, a handsome man, a wonderful friend to all who knew him—and an expert sniper.”

Claire James posted:

My boyfriend, Tom Eckman, and I were drinking coffee at the Chuck Wagon when we decided that we’d better put another nickel in the parking meter. We were walking across the South Mall, holding hands, when all of a sudden I felt like I’d stepped on a live wire, like I’d been electrocuted. I was eight months pregnant at the time. Tom said, “Baby—” and reached out for me. And then he was hit.

AP reporter Robert Heard posted:

As soon as I hit the pavement, I sat up. I was wearing a white shirt and blood was cascading down it. Some people in the Biological Sciences Building yelled, “Lie down! Lie down!” Either they or another group of students—I never knew who they were—ran out into the street, knowing they could be shot, and dragged me under the trunk of a Studebaker. Ernie Stromberger called in to the Times Herald and said, “Tell the people at the AP that they no longer have a man on the job.”

John Pipkin posted:

I’d left Scholz’s and was sitting across the street from the Chi Omega house when this Texas Ranger walked up carrying a pair of binoculars and a rifle with a scope on it. For some reason, he picked me out of the group of kids sitting on the curb. He said, “Son, you ever done any hunting?” And I said, “Yes, sir, I’ve been hunting all my life.” He said, “Well, take these binoculars. I need for you to calibrate me.” And I said, “Okay.” Whitman would stick his rifle out through one of these drainpipes on the observation deck every once in a while and shoot at someone. The ranger would shoot back, and I’d say, “You’re an inch too high,” or “Bring it over to the left a couple inches.”

HEY GUNS
Oct 11, 2012

FOPTIMUS PRIME

pookel posted:

Yesterday, I heard a story that some gun-rights group is planning to stage a mock mass murder at the University of Texas. I was so appalled that I started wondering whether I was remembering correctly that UT-Austin was the site of the first mass shooting in American history. I wasn't wrong, and I found this excellent 40th anniversary story in Texas Monthly when researching. They tracked down and interviewed dozens of people who were there.
Texas Monthly is a really good magazine, every now and then when I'm bored I'll go on this site and look through the articles and a lot of TM ones are on there.

AnonSpore
Jan 19, 2012

"I didn't see the part where he develops as a character so I guess he never developed as a character"

pookel posted:

some gun-rights group is planning to stage a mock mass murder at the University of Texas

What the gently caress

Beige
Sep 13, 2004

pookel posted:

some gun-rights group is planning to stage a mock mass murder at the University of Texas

AnonSpore posted:

What the gently caress

pookel
Oct 27, 2011

Ultra Carp
Looks like they're being forced to change the location to right next door to campus:

http://www.statesman.com/news/news/gun-rights-groups-to-stage-mock-mass-shooting-at-u/npf38/

AnonSpore
Jan 19, 2012

"I didn't see the part where he develops as a character so I guess he never developed as a character"
The location is not the problematic part of

pookel posted:

some gun-rights group is planning to stage a mock mass murder at the University of Texas

Babe Magnet
Jun 2, 2008

yeah, who plans their big events at UT of all places?

hawowanlawow
Jul 27, 2009

All these god drat Nazis "protesting" that mosque in Irving while open carrying, and busting out windows in refugees houses in Plano, is both unnerving and infuriating. It's no longer protesting when you're holding a gun in someone's face, it's loving terrorism. These assholes need to be stomped out of our society.

SomeJazzyRat
Nov 2, 2012

Hmmm...
Reading this, all I can think of that it will start as you will expect, if overly dramatic. Some guy comes in with a fake rifle, a bunch of plants get shot, squibs go off (but more likely they'll just throw a bucket of blood on them). The people dying probably over act, but hey, they've never had to die before. But then all of the sudden twelve Tacti-Cool™ doing all sorts of cool tactics and strategies. Then more terrrorist come out shouting "Ally Ackber", and guys are throwing hand grenades, some dude is diving, one does a flip. At some point a guy says he's bringing out his bazooka, and then Billy says he can't, that's not in the rules. And it goes back and forth does not, does too. Eventually they start slapping each other. Jerry does a cool slo-mo Matrix dive. Eventually everyone gets bored, satisfied they kept America safe.

Solice Kirsk
Jun 1, 2004

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Didn't they already do this and like 11 of the 12 concealed carry people were outright killed by the gunmen and the only one that survived did so because she ran away instead of trying to fight them?

Phanatic
Mar 13, 2007

Please don't forget that I am an extremely racist idiot who also has terrible opinions about the Culture series.

radiatinglines posted:

It's no longer protesting when you're holding a gun in someone's face, it's loving terrorism.

Does that apply to these guys?

http://www.pbs.org/hueypnewton/actions/actions_capitolmarch.html

pookel
Oct 27, 2011

Ultra Carp

AnonSpore posted:

The location is not the problematic part of
The location is most certainly ONE of the problematic parts here. Even the wackiest of gun wackos should have some goddamn common sense when it comes to staging fake murders on the site of real goddamn murders. This is like protesting the Patriot Act by staging a mock terrorist attack in the middle of Oklahoma City. Or New York City.

Almost none of the coverage I've seen about this has bothered to mention Charles Whitman, which I find deeply disturbing.

hawowanlawow
Jul 27, 2009


I know you're trying to prove a point here, but the people in your article are also terrorists. The difference is the mosque isn't full of lawmakers, they're just people trying to go to church. These people aren't being oppressed by the government, they're trying to intimidate people because they're racist. I don't why you are trying to play devil's advocate here, these people are literally the KKK. Did you just spend a lot of money on your gun and gun accessories or something?

NO FUCK YOU DAD
Oct 23, 2008
There's a world of difference between members of an oppressed group protesting at the oppressors' seat of power and members of an oppressing group protesting at the oppressed's place of worship. IIRC the Panthers never concerned themselves with white churches or businesses.

Literally Kermit
Mar 4, 2012
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I just got an alert that Arkansas has a live shooter right now.

Edit: maybe not, now I can't seem to find the alert

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Beige
Sep 13, 2004

Literally Kermit posted:

I just got an alert that Arkansas has a live shooter right now.

Edit: maybe not, now I can't seem to find the alert

Yep there is

Edit: Well I'm reading "Active shooter" and also "Armed man" with no shots fired. Something's up though.

http://abcnews.go.com/US/wireStory/latest-arkansas-state-urges-student-union-evacuation-35698872

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benito
Sep 28, 2004

And I don't blab
any drab gab--
I chatter hep patter

Literally Kermit posted:

I just got an alert that Arkansas has a live shooter right now.

Edit: maybe not, now I can't seem to find the alert

I wonder if it has anything to do with this upcoming event, which I think is one of the dumbest ideas ever conceived.

gnomewife
Oct 24, 2010
It's literally on the same page, man.

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artichoke
Sep 29, 2003

delirium tremens and caffeine
Gravy Boat 2k
I find it unnerving that I no longer find these kinds of news reports unnerving.

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