More than 5,000 Iraqis have died in the violence in the country so far this year, a large proportion of them women and children suffering gruesome deaths at the hands of ISIS extremists and over-zealous security forces, says a detailed new UN report.
Very disturbing..
Legendary radio host died on June 15 but his body remained at a Tacoma funeral home in Washington until July 14, when it was shipped to Montreal, Canada.
This is just awful.. not only did this man have one of the worst last few years on the planet ever, but now his body is having a terrible time, too.. Casey went missing before he died. Now in death his body is missing again..
I don’t know if I have expressed my loathing of these ‘neighborhood’ rules that so many places have before.. but I do now: I hate them. Rules that stop gardening, flags, gnomes, or Santa Clauses at Christmas.. So wrong..
However: This one may be the worst. A couple conserving water is fined for a browning lawn? During a time when the West is going through one of the worst of the worst droughts of all time?
Amazing..
Best I can tell, this is from the 4chan Paranormal board.. tried to ascertain if this is actually an age old paranormal tale, but cannot find much of anything online concerning it.
While I don’t necessarily believe the typed story that accompanies the picture, I can say this: If you look at the woman in the photo long enough, she does start to move.. Back and forth and back and forth—not enough for me to get the chills and believe someone is behind me as the snippet of text proclaims, but it’s still creepy nonetheless.
And I did initially look at it in the dark, which perhaps didn’t help.
While the image works well on a computer screen, it doesn’t translate well onto a phone screen. The bigger it is, the more it moves.
Which does mean, perhaps, a large painting of the girl would indeed really, really creep someone out who is lonely and staring at the image..
If anyone knows where the source of this is from, besides where I think it’s from, drop me at a line on the Open Lines page on my site..
And if you are one of those who experienced some of the worst that the text says you could, I offer my sincere apologies..
Wait.. stop.. LOOK BEHIND YOU!!
MICHELLE OBAMA WANTS YOUR SHOPPING CART TO TALK TO YOU
A little creepy.. Actually I can go for the idea, as long as my shopping cart can be loud and obnoxious. I think a choice of voices would be great.. Imagine if DARTH VADER would congratulate you for your lettuce purchase? Or even better, Don Rickles can randomly make bigoted jokes as you shop the international section..? Maybe Triumph the Insult Comic Dog from the old Conan O’Brien NBC skit could hit on women as you drive by them in a store..
And don’t even let it talk in the cantaloupe section.
There is a overwhelming feeling of grief and fear running through the blood of my veins today. Those safe and sound should shutter.. because life is fading and fragile–fleeting and fearful.
The past 36 hours have been mentally dedicated to events of the realistic nature.
While the world is being torn apart by warfare regardless of continent or country, the ‘it won’t happen to me’ attitude is still something worn as a badge of confidence throughout the planet. The idea that you, me, and whoever reading this, is immune to the horrors of war and the scars of battle. The people flying on that Malaysian airliner, shot down by some group hell-bent on causing fear and bloodshed, did not know they were going to die on that flight. The nun and the AIDS researchers hadn’t the clue that the angel of death was not only knocking but also busting down the door to get in.. the men and women had no connection to the war ravaging parts of Ukraine over Crimea. They don’t know and maybe did not even care of the battle lines. And now, 300 souls become victims. Without notice, without mercy, and without warning. Their bodies vacant souls–now if only we knew where the souls went after life.. There are times world events move me tom tears–lately that’s been happening quite a bit. A NEW YORK TIMES article published today made me eyes swell up with water.. Especially this section of the article, which describes some of the articles of possessions found in the debris of Flight 17:
Dutch belongings were scattered through the grass: a pink children’s book; a parking ticket picked up by a man named Hans van den Hende; a book of stickers. Children’s playing cards were sprinkled near the road.
Anyone with a heart–and especially anyone with children–gets a disburbing feeling in the pit of your stomach when you read that. I did.. and I still do as I re-read it..
I ask myself, and constantly scream out in silent anger to God or whatever else controls this universe: Why always children. Why must they be collateral damage in the sins of men? The drums of war have no beat.. they are just a mix and mess of conflicting thumps and noises of bombs..
With scores of dead children around the planet every hour.
The latest dead child had a pink book, stickers, and playing cards. Little trinkets of goodness and innocence.. now those pieces of peace are shredded by the hounds of war. Gone for good are the beautiful children who played with them..
I pray that this missile hit fast and so furiously that the passengers felt no pain.
But even if they did not feel pain, there will be other innocent men, women, and children who constantly feel pain and suffering in the billowing smoke of the world, on fire, with war.
There is something both fulfilling and scary to hear Ayden shout “let’s kick some Monster Butt!!!” as he plays with his toys.. especially since “monster butt” has been the agreed upon term to define “ass” within the house, ever since Ayden uttered the A word several months ago.
I think I want to get “Let’s kick some Monster Butt” made onto a T-shirt for posterity..
Why are people malnourished in the richest country on Earth?
Ain’t that America…
I recall all those people a few years ago who told me I was crazy for saying drones are the wave of the future..
They are here now.
Those people have shut up.
The black handbag lay on the field turning muddy from the rain. A beige wallet lay next to it, open, near credit cards and photographs carefully lined up next to each other on the wet grass.
Humanity.. oh the inhumanity.
The dangers of Twitter.. Jen Psaki from the State Department is getting more than enough criticsm today .. she posted a meaningless fashion Tweet while the Malaysian airliner was on fire on the ground with body parts scattered for at least 9 miles.. My first inclination: Forgiveness, especially if she auto-tweeted. What some may not realize is that you can schedule your blog/Tumblr/Tweet/Facebook posts to auto publish.. It’s one of my fears, too, auto-posting something which would look abhorently stupid if real events in the world occurred while the auto-tweeting was doing that. If Psaki posted LIVE during this moment? Well that’s pretty shameful.
Also on the same note: British media is lampooning President Obama for his actions post Russian/Ukraine/airliner fiasco: The President gave a 40-second mention of the Malaysian ‘tragedy’ before he launched into an awkward 16 minutes of jokes and scripted teleprompter remarks.. But perhaps teh real problem is not when a DOS official tweets nonsense or a Presidents tells jokes that come up on his teleprompter, but when our intelligence is such that the Kremlim has to tell the President that an Earth-changing event happened..
Touching briefly on the subject of Twitter, another embarassment occurred yesterday.. Not another fashion post from the State Department, but from a CNN reporter. When Israel launched the ground offensive in Gaza yesterday, CNN’s Diana Mgnay called Israelis “scum” She was threatened by cheering Israelis who were watching the bombardment of Gaza.. It should be noted, here is when a cautionary ‘think before your post’ statement should be uttered: Magnay deleted many of the Tweets afterwards..
Ukraine released what it said was audio from phone calls between rebels and Russian officers after the downing of Malaysia Airlines 17. In one call, a rebel says, “We have just shot down a plane.”
A popular restaurant in NYC hires a firm to investigate why customers are complaining about slow service today versus 10 years ago.
Phones.. phones.. GET OFF THE PHONE
