AlbieQuirky posted:

Cotard Delusion is the one that freaks me out the most.

As always when talking about complex delusions, I want to recommend the book The Air Loom Gang by Mike Jay. It’s about the first person to have his delusion of being tracked by the government with secret technologies thoroughly documented; the twist here is that it was the early 19th century, and the secret technologies included corpses animated by a pipe organ in the basement of the English Houses of Parliament.

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Haslam's book tells us that the Air Loom was surrounded by barrels that fed noxious gases through oiled leather pipes into the main body of the machine. The gases were derived from substances including 'gas from the horse's anus', 'seminal fluid', 'putrid human breath' and 'effluvia of dogs'.

aphid_licker posted:

The powers of the air loom were apparently goon-based:

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Dr. John Cox knew as soon as he heard the baby’s cry that he had hurt his 1-month-old adopted daughter. He’d accidentally fallen asleep while cuddling the girl in bed early one morning last May, he said, and must have turned on top of her.

Cox, 39, a pediatric emergency room doctor at Children’s Wisconsin hospital, sat up, panicked. His hands shook as he assessed the baby, he said, fearing that he’d smothered her. She wasn’t in distress, but he said he could tell from the way she was moving her left arm that he might have broken her collarbone, a common injury in infants that typically heals on its own without medical treatment.

Cox called his wife, Dr. Sadie Dobrozsi, who was out of town with their two older children, and cried as he explained what had happened. Dobrozsi, a pediatric oncologist at the same hospital, said she told him to calm down and asked to video chat. The baby appeared fine to her, but to be safe, Dobrozsi suggested that Cox take her to see her pediatrician.

“That’s what normal parents who aren’t doctors would do,” she told him.

What followed, according to more than 15 medical experts who later reviewed Cox’s case, was a series of medical mistakes and misstatements by hospital staff members that has devastated Cox’s family and derailed his career. A nurse practitioner on the hospital’s child abuse team confused the baby’s birthmarks for bruises, according to seven dermatologists who have reviewed the case. A child abuse pediatrician misinterpreted a crucial blood test, four hematologists later said. Then, two weeks after the incident, armed with those disputed medical reports, Child Protective Services took the child.

“In hindsight,” Cox said in a recent interview, “taking her to our own hospital was the single most harmful decision that we made for our baby.”

christmas boots posted:

If they were actually asking doctors to falsify medical records then they should have their licenses stripped imo

Bobby Digital posted:

https://twitter.com/mike_hixenbaugh/status/1221926956465381377?s=21

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A little after 1 a.m., Skinner knocked on Alan’s window. Alan thought they were starting their fishing trip early, so he got into Skinner’s truck with a cup of coffee. They stopped at an industrial park in Vaughan, where they found Mr. Big covered in blood. “We got a fuckin’ problem here.” In the back of his truck were a pair of blood-soaked boots and a body, wrapped in a tarp. It was the guy they’d stolen drugs from earlier that night. “He’s no longer around,” Mr. Big told Alan.

It wasn’t really a body—it was a weighted mannequin, a big action figure, and the blood was from a sheep. Mr. Big ordered Alan and Skinner to dispose of the body, bury the boots, destroy his cellphone and burn Mr. Big’s clothes. Alan panicked. He thought maybe he could leave his best friend and jump out of the truck, but he realized he didn’t have money for a cab, and he didn’t even know where he was. When they loaded the body into Skinner’s truck, he begged and pleaded with Skinner: “Get me out of here.” He started to shake and couldn’t stop. He thought he was going to throw up. Skinner made him unload the mannequin and push it down a hill into oblivion. They smashed the phone with a hammer and threw it out the window as they drove through the dark to the cottage where they were supposed to go fishing. It was dawn by the time they arrived.

Alan wanted to go home. He was afraid Mr. Big was going to kill them both. Desperate for some rest, he went off on his own to lie down. What he didn’t know was that while he was sleeping, Skinner snuck out of the cottage to meet with Mr. Big and several others on the side of the road. They agreed that no one was leaving until Alan confessed to Beverly’s murder 35 years earlier. Skinner told Mr. Big, “I had to try to get him some fuckin’ sleep, ’cause gently caress he is old and he has been up like a thousand hours now.” The men talked about how best to go about interrogating Alan, whether to confront him alone or together, and how the latter option might displease a judge when the case made it to court.

When Alan woke up, Mr. Big and Skinner returned to the cottage. Mr. Big explained that he’d had to kill the guy they’d robbed. The guy had had the gall to confront Mr. Big, who worried he had a knife. So he shot him. Now, he said, he needed Alan and Skinner to confess to something equivalent. It was blackmail, insurance against implicating him in the supposed murder. “It fuckin’ stays here, and we’re goin’ to our fuckin’ graves with what we talked about,” Mr. Big lied. Skinner told the make-believe story about the girl’s drunk driving incident, then he left the room. Alan asked to go outside for a cigarette, but Mr. Big said no. He ordered Alan to take off his glasses, then he picked up a knife. “You’re staying here with me,” Mr. Big bellowed. Afraid Mr. Big would kill him if he didn’t talk, Alan finally confessed that he’d been involved in Beverly Smith’s murder. He said he had stolen 40 pounds of marijuana from her house while his old buddy David Maunder shot her in the kitchen. “I was in on it,” Alan admitted.

luxury handset posted:

what in the gently caress

https://torontolife.com/city/crime/the-sting-undercover-operation-gone-wrong/

tldr, in the 1970s, a young woman is murdered in ontario. the cops have no idea who did it, there's no clues they can find, it's a cold case. there's a slight suspicion it could be the next door neighbor, alan, but nothing at all to tie him to the crime. alan insists he didn't do it

decades pass. in 2007, working the old case, detectives interview a guy named david. david says on the day of the murder, he called alan to score pot. alan says he knows where he can get some. the murdered woman's husband was alan's pot guy. the police interview alan's ex wife of the time, who changes her story around a bit - thirty years after the events in question - in such a way that the cops get suspicious of alan again

by this time, alan is living in his kid's basement, a broken alcoholic with mental health issues and no friends. the cops set up an elaborate sting operation. the plan is to have an undercover cop befriend alan (the cop's pseudonym here is skinner) and try to persuade him into telling secrets. the cop confesses to a fake crime he committed, and tries to get alan to reciprocate. alan doesn't confess

the cops turn up the heat. they are gradually going to pull alan into a fake criminal underworld. skinner gets alan in touch with mr. big, also a cop, and they engage in a little fake crime spree. the cops get alan to participate in a robbery, where they hold another cop at gunpoint and then have alan steal a bag of weed from the fake victim then vamoose. then this happens:

hawowanlawow posted:

I can't believe they called their crime boss "Mr Big"

Brawnfire posted:

I couldn't stop picturing Hank Hill saying it.

Fatty Crabcakes posted:

ShootaBoy posted:

This was all done over email? Did her or anyone she talked to about it not immediately find it suspicious as all hell that she never so much as talked to anyone on the phone? Met someone in person for an interview?

Azathoth posted:

The offer sight unseen is weird as hell but ... holy poo poo look at everything else surrounding it. Like, I'd be concerned someone was identity thieving me but this is just so bizarre that I'm not sure "new but close friend is faking me getting my dream job for no apparent reason" would come to me much sooner.

Azathoth posted:

The offer sight unseen is weird as hell

AlbieQuirky posted:

Cotard Delusion is the one that freaks me out the most.

As always when talking about complex delusions, I want to recommend the book The Air Loom Gang by Mike Jay. It’s about the first person to have his delusion of being tracked by the government with secret technologies thoroughly documented; the twist here is that it was the early 19th century, and the secret technologies included corpses animated by a pipe organ in the basement of the English Houses of Parliament.

Wikipedia posted:

During his incarceration, Vikernes launched the neo-Nazi Norwegian Heathen Front, had two books published, and released two ambient albums as Burzum. While in prison, Vikernes also started a blog which, in the words of a Rolling Stone writer, "endorsed neo-Nazi views and contains rants against Muslims and Jews". Vikernes openly embraced Nazism throughout the 1990s; he has since expressed his rejection of the ideology and its associated movements, although his views remain on the far-right.

GWBBQ posted:

Speaking of the air loom, I just found this well done short (trailer?)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wc1LOPoSE3A

Untrustable posted:

Varg was and remains, a huge piece of poo poo.

GWBBQ posted:

Yes, but he's a mostly harmless piece of poo poo because he lives in the woos of northern France, isn't allowed to own anything more dangerous than an airsoft gun, and posts a vlog complaining about things about poo poo like the time the french police raided him just for the hell of it and wouldn't let him put on pants until he was released on bail (charges were later dropped because arrested him for nothing) or his updates on the pen and paper RPG he's creating because he's mad that D&D isn;t racist enoughl

Tardcore posted:

Hes also a strasserite now, which is the most harmless version of the nazis because

blatman posted:

Honestly part of me wishes I could just ignore lovely people being lovely when I like something they produce but "vote with your wallet" was burned into my brain at a young age so I'd like to cast the "don't be a nazi" vote as much as possible

teen witch posted:

Varg has terminal Morrissey’s Disease

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At this, Eliza and Ezra rolled together into one giggling snowball of full-figured copulation, screaming and shouting as they playfully bit and pulled at each other in a dangerous and clamorous rollercoaster coil of sexually violent rotation with Eliza’s breasts barrel-rolled across Ezra’s howling mouth and the pained frenzy of his bulbous salutation extenuating his excitement as it whacked and smacked its way into every muscle of Eliza’s body except for the otherwise central zone.