Perhaps now that the arms race on the street has resulted in criminals equipping themselves with gravity, police should be issued with the Strong Nuclear Force so as to keep their edge. – Clark Bianco of Popehat
The internet has rebounded from a run of slow weeks with a vengeance, swamping me with a deluge of good stories and links. While this column is flexible enough to absorb the surge, the “That Was the Week That Was” feature has a fixed length of ≈2000 words, and I can only trim the stories down so much before they turn into plain links. Generally, stories that appear up to Wednesday night or Thursday morning make it into that week’s TW3, but this week I had my quota by Tuesday morning, and by Thursday morning I had enough for another column! As you read this I’ve already posted this coming Saturday’s TW3, and the overflow will go into an extra edition on Tuesday the 27th. Our top contributor was, as so often happens, Radley Balko, with everything down to the first video and “don’t wave at cops”. But two others provided three links each, namely Mike Siegel (“39 stats”, “rhinoceroses” and “testes”) and Jesse Walker (“Area 51”, “terrorist” and “1776”); Grace clocked in with two (“ring” and “never call the cops”). The first video (via pws) is a mini-horror film (from the creator of Ju-on) which is no less effective for its brevity, and the second is a demonstration of why government control of weapons is doomed. The other links were supplied by Gideon (“Batman”), Franklin Harris (“waiter”), Luscious Lani (“spontaneous combustion”), Pee-wee Herman (“where no man”), Nun Ya (“26¢”), Amy Alkon (“journalists”), Glenn Greenwald (“non-compliance”), and Stacy Swimme (“Iceland”).
- Somebody actually thought a Hitler-themed sitcom was a good idea.
- A retired cop blasts America’s degeneration into a police state.
- Since when do prohibitionists care about facts?
- Cop sues the family of a man he murdered.
- Cops literally scare a man to death.
- Hitchcock’s 39 stats.
- More of this, please.
- Ring around the Earth.
- The truth about Area 51.
- Holy sound file library, Batman!
- How to be a suspected terrorist.
- The best waiter in all time and space.
- Chronic spontaneous human combustion.
- The ages of the Founding Fathers in 1776.
- To boldly fry where no man has fried before.
- Time has done what guns and bombs could not.
- Man refused life-saving transplant for a 26¢ error.
- Welcome to our world, rhinoceroses and journalists.
- “…an artifact in a D&D campaign where the DM hates you.”
- Teenage boy sentenced to death for “history of non-compliance”.
- University fines faculty who don’t report touching their own testes.
- Icelanders reserve tickets for anti-gay preacher’s talk & don’t show up.
- Never call the cops for any reason whatsoever. And waving at them isn’t a good idea, either.
From the Archives
- The search for the Long Island Killer stopped as soon as they realized he was probably a cop, so the victim’s families hired detectives instead.
- Adults’ obsession with adolescent oral sex isn’t at all creepy or perverse.
- Chimps, gazillions, guitars, spying, the first website and the police state.
- It’s time for people to get over their childish attitudes toward sex work.
- Basic arithmetic is not required for a government position in Brooklyn.
- A reader’s story of his own encounter with “sex trafficking” hysteria.
- Yet another collection of prohibitionist myths vomited out by cops.
- Prostitution charges are often based on nothing but a cop’s lie.
- The wholly-ridiculous claims of soi-disant “trafficking survivors”.
- Indian sex workers again demonstrate their awesomeness.
- The full implications of California’s new “sex trafficking” law.
- The problem with a state-sponsored “ugly mugs” scheme.
- A two-part examination of whores who think they aren’t.
- How New Orleans escort services blackballed a bastard.
- Cops harass strippers with their super cop powers.
- The total absence of “trafficking” in New Zealand.
- The true face of Ashley Madison’s fake women.
- Prohibitionist cockroaches flee from the light.
- Why neofeminists hate sexy female hurdlers.
- Because whores look just like other women.
- A small sex worker victory against Google.
- Ignorant sexologists begin to wake up.
- My top ten columns as of August 2011.
- Rescuing sex workers from “rescuers”.
- The indiscretions of Mary Anne Clarke.
- My autographed copy of Paying For It.
- The selective blindness of partisans.
- The problem of the “perfect victim”.
- Impotent anti-streetwalker laws.
- Giving up harlotry for love.
- Dirty amateurs.
How is what he did “murder”?
There were two cops there … and I’m assuming that EMS (who were the ones who actually called the cops I think because this guy was about to attack them) were witnesses too, right?
The only testimony that would remotely indicate “murder” is from the woman – and her story is ludicrous …
Hmmm … yes … psychedelic tea – that Earl Gray shit is hell man … hell.
“Hallucinogenic” tea? Where exactly do you buy that? On Amazon? Please – the bath salts are a vastly superior answer.
Sounds like conclusive evidence that the dead man attacked him. Let’s not forget here – that a BITE can be deadly these days (read: HIV).
Now – I think that the lawsuit by the cop is a bit ridiculous – though he may be fearful that the bite gave him AIDS which is why he’s pushing it on the grounds of past and FUTURE medical expenses.
Otherwise – this is just another tale from the hood. Homeboy gets high and terrorizes his family … relative calls EMS … EMS attacked by Homeboy so they call the cops … cops show up and get attacked … cops tase Homeboy and Elvis leaves the building. Relative blames everything on the cops – certainly not the dead man – who she was so fearful of that she evacuated her children.
I don’t think that’s “murder” by any intellectual or legal definition of the word though.
I hire a girl to do that. 😀
Seriously – she’s more of an expert on testicles than I am. I have only ever felt two testicles in my life – and they’re mine. She’s handled, fondled, pulled, and done a few other things with THOUSANDS of testicles.
And what do you think the charge would have been had the situation been reversed, and the citizen had shot the cop instead? Exactly. And until that stops happening, I’m going to continue to use the word “murder” for every single time cops kill anyone who isn’t actively shooting at them, no matter how “justified” or “unavoidable” these “boards” comprised of OTHER COPS declare them.
Okay … if you really think that advances the ball … 🙂
No, but it helps to keep the camera on it.
Sorry Krulac but I think you’re wrong here. The cops were called to help. They are COPS which means they should expect to get into possibly violent situations as a matter of course. Can you imagine if anyone who called 911 or the police for help, was suddenly liable for damages because things got ugly? “But I wasn’t expecting him to be, like, DANGEROUS!” Baloney. That’s their job, to deal with dangerous shit. The cop should be ashamed of himself. Suck it up.
I guess you didn’t read my full post …
My only problem was the description of this being a “murder” – when it was not. I’m not even angry with the outcome – the idiot died – the gene pool is now improved a bit.
The guy was on drugs – the cousin was worried enough about him to evacuate the kids. Cops intervened to help the EMS – who were under attack from the junkie (and clearly – he was on drugs).
Sorry – but that’s what Cops are supposed to do. A threatening guy – who clearly attacked them – they put him down.
You don’t want to get put down – don’t attack the cops for no reason. Better yet – stay off drugs that fuck your mind.
Quite right.
Just say no.
You’re living proof that drugs aren’t necessary, krulac.
Exactly! 😛
Point taken, and I’m not upset with the outcome, although it is regrettable.
I have always been scared of hard drugs. Even the legal kind. I once had to take Vicodin for pain relief after a minor outpatient procedure, and it caused me to hallucinate for two hours and then pass out for four. Never again. Ambien caused me to have seizures in my sleep. Have never done coke or heroin.
I do have occasional drinks, but my tolerance for booze has plummeted since my youth. One of my old bartenders is now a well-known sex therapist. He doesn’t believe me when I tell him that two beers or one cocktail is enough to floor me nowadays, since he used to watch me happily drink until the wee hours.
“But he draws the line at new “wellness” steps required by his employer, such as filling out a form that asks whether he examines his testicles every month – and paying a $1,200 penalty if he doesn’t comply.
I hire a girl to do that. 😀
Seriously – she’s more of an expert on testicles than I am. I have only ever felt two testicles in my life – and they’re mine. She’s handled, fondled, pulled, and done a few other things with THOUSANDS of testicles.”
Most people have never been taught how to palpate their testicles or breasts, how to feel for lumps or lumpyness, changes etc: or even basic anatomy. Simulators may help, but who of us here has tried one of these? And, are you taught how to use a torch?
There’s little real evidence that telling people to feel their testes or breasts actually improves diagnosis (or survival, if there’s malignancy). All this feel your own stuff really does is to raise awareness — which isn’t a bad thing, it’s just not what you think its all about.
Yeah, right, Spontaneous Human Combustion.
Indian brides with small dowries are known to ‘spontaneously combust’ too.
Try Repetitive All-too-human Child Abuse.
Hey dude, how was your doc visit? Have you had your epic pig-out yet? 😉
The op went fine – though I still hurt a bit.
Still waiting on news about the histo though.
The epic pig-out started late on Friday and didn’t finish until last night.
You would probably be one of the few people I know I could list it to without putting them off food for the day.
It hurt coming out, but boy it was good shoveling it in.
How epic?
When they weighed me fully clothed in pre-op I was 81.7kg.
This morning, bone dry and buck naked, I was 89.2.
I expect to settle back to my usual 85kg over the next week, minus however much what they cut from me weighed.
Links. A lynx is a kind of cat. I’ll pet this one after I’ve caught up to everything else.