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Re: Nice Planet 2010
Death penalty for 5th offense drunken driving or higher. For or against?
Only half kidding.
Death penalty for 5th offense drunken driving or higher. For or against?
Only half kidding.
Recruit the kid.
Get to know the family.
Send flowers to the funeral ... of the recruit ... and get an NCAA violation.
http://www.sbnation.com/2010/8/4/16...-smith-recruit-ncaa-rules-regulations-contact
Death penalty for 5th offense drunken driving or higher. For or against?
Only half kidding.
I think three should be a life sentence. Only about 12.5% kidding. Seriously, three is insane. At that point you've absolutely PROVEN without a shadow of a doubt you can't control yourself around alcohol and cars. Get off my roads.
3 should be a soft life sentence (rehab, good behavior, work programs, etc for early release). 4 should be hard life sentence (no parole, dunzo).
But I think 1 should be easy (anyone can make a mistake; depending on how obscene it is, anywhere from prison to community service), 2 is hard prison term (no parole).
All of this assuming no deaths, btw.
Recruit the kid.
Get to know the family.
Send flowers to the funeral ... of the recruit ... and get an NCAA violation.
http://www.sbnation.com/2010/8/4/16...-smith-recruit-ncaa-rules-regulations-contact
I don't get this as a violation. You can't contact the recruit- are they going to use a meduim at the funeral? The recruit is dead. How does contacting the family a violation. Are they thinking the kid is going to be resurrected? The NCAA is nuts.
Certainly not at Boise State. Maybe at Notre Dame or BYU perhaps...
... the drunk who came within an inch of wiping out me ...
I'm only here because the car I was driving when the drunk hit me had a full frame and a big engine block.
What's wrong with a "three strikes" DUI law?
What should we do to the sober old goat who ignored a red light and t-boned me, rolling me completely over before I slammed into a light post Friday afternoon at about 2:30? Is that really any more forgivable?
I had come to the Gathering to research my third book, a collection of pop-anthropological essays about strange musical subcultures. I wanted to study the mysterious Juggalo in its native environment, and pretty much every Juggalo I spoke to attributed the year’s lackluster attendance—the Gathering seemed to have attracted half the audience of the previous year’s 10th-anniversary festival—to the mainstream acts littering the bill.
“No offense or nothing, but a lot of these acts, like Naughty by Nature, I didn’t even know they were around any more. What are Juggalos going to want with washed-up acts from the ’90s?” groused an attendee. No one drove for ten or 15 or 20 hours from **** towns throughout our fine land into a semi-domesticated hamlet filled with clapboard churches, rusted-out trailers, and endless stretches of nothing much at all in order to see someone like Tone Loc or Vanilla Ice.
No, they came to see what Juggalos approvingly describe as “the wicked ****,” the kind of bloody, gothic “horrorcore” espoused by Insane Clown Posse and its acolytes and protégés. The Gathering was above all else a family reunion for a sprawling aggregation of misunderstood misfits who luxuriated in Juggalo love and the camaraderie of their fellow ninjas. For a few magical days, they were the normal ones, and the preferred Juggalo beverage Faygo was more popular than Pepsi or Coke. Suddenly neck tattoos of the Insane Clown Posse’s hatchet-man logo became sources of intense pride rather than obstacles to securing even the sketchiest employment. The inmates were running the asylum.
Tila Tequila, friends, did not bring the wicked ****. She did not represent the Hatchet or the ideology of Psychopathic Records. She did not rep the underground. If anything, she represented the antithesis of the wicked ****.
This invites the question: What the **** was Tila Tequila doing at the Gathering in the first place? Who couldn’t have seen this train wreck coming from half a hemisphere away? Every Juggalo I spoke to that day seethed with rage and suggested that something very, very bad would happen to Tequila that very night.
“Juggalos don’t play,” insisted a young man by a trailer. “If we don’t like an act, if they don’t bring the wicked ****, we’ll throw **** at them. When Andrew W.K played here they were chucking all these water bottles filled up, like 90 percent with ****, and then partially unscrewed so it ****ing got all over him.”
If Andrew W.K, the human personification of partying, got abused at the Gathering, what chance did Tequila have of making it out of a nightmare gig with her dignity intact? For that matter, did Tequila have any dignity to imperil? (Quick answers: very little and no.)
that there could be a place in this country where Tila Tequila isn't vulgar enough is just too hard to put into words...read that article and try to find one redeeming aspect
Police: Man who pretended to drown at Omaha lake dies
Associated Press
Updated: 08/16/2010 10:12:13 AM CDT
OMAHA, Neb. — Police have released the name of an Omaha man who died after being pulled from Carter Lake on the east side of Omaha.
In a police news release today, he was identified as 52-year-old Eugene Pratt.
The release says officers were called to the scene at Levi Carter Park a little after 1 a.m. today.
Investigators say Pratt and two friend had been fishing since late Sunday night. The friends told investigators that Pratt had gone into the water and was pretending to drown. When he didn't resurface for air, they went in and pulled him to shore.
Police say Pratt was pronounced dead at an Omaha hospital a little before 1:40 a.m.
The lake is shared by Omaha and Carter Lake, Iowa, which is surrounded by Omaha on the west side of the Missouri River.
None of us are Juggalos?