‘Their collaboration has continued with [Ian] Roberts behind bars. [Roberts’ collaborator] said on Sep. 29 she was told by Roberts’ wife to move forward with publishing a book called “Unshakeable,” a compilation of Roberts’ inspirational messages to Des Moines schools.‘
Iowa’s finest, Ian Roberts, committed more than the so far – what? – five thousand? crimes he committed as Des Moines public schools superintendent. He also awarded Des Moines school district contracts to his own side business, which specialized in soaking DEI budgets.
The district did catch one of his early attempts to pocket money in this way; but apparently they failed to catch later, successful, ones.
How stupid is Iowa? MUCH stupider than I ever imagined.
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There’s a DEI sickness at the heart of Iowa’s public schools. It’s why they hired and retained a consummate con man.
Franchement, they got what they deserved. New leadership needed. Desperately.
From start to finish, “After the Hunt” sets its audience adrift on a sea of unmoored signifiers, flailing to keep up with all the arm-wavey gestures at “academia” and “bourgeois morality” and “ethics,” providing nothing beneath to hold it all together and indicate it knows what any of it means.
[T]he Academy praised the author’s unique writing style, such as his long sentences and unbroken paragraphs that stretch for pages, which have led critics to compare him to Franz Kafka and Herman Melville.
Sara Kelany, an Italian MP, gets it said. And indeed Italy seems very close to banning the total-blackout burqa and niqab. In this they are joining many other countries who have decided it is uncivil and uncivilized.
[A Florida boater,] frustrated by the wake [some] children were creating in the water near his vessel … [pointed a gun at them and said he would] “shoot them and watch them bleed out.”
Turns out to be very simple: You can repeatedly imprison/kill a large percentage of your female population until the only women you see on the streets are swathed head to toe in black, or you can decide that forcing an entire country to share your religious fanaticism is a bad idea.
One can’t help seeing the mordant grins on the faces of America’s fast-growing gun suicides as these people glance, on their way out, at one lucrative, self-congratulatory, and predictably failed effort to reduce gun suicides.
In 2016, The American Foundation for Suicide Prevention teamed up with the National Shooting Sports Foundation to reduce suicide by 20% by 2025. (“Firearms were the leading cause of suicide among males and females in 2022. The rate of firearm-related suicide among males increased 31% after reaching a low of 10.3 deaths per 100,000 in 2006 to 13.5 per 100,000 in 2022.” By 2024, we see a “staggering” suicide rise.)
This article provides the gory details, but the main thing you need to know is that there is rather… uh… a glaring gap between the interests of anti-suicide crusaders and gun sellers.
The now-ended project did succeed in generating money for the two groups; and of course it enabled their leaders to use phrases like scaled implementation.
A guy who barely survived the Montgomery AL shootout says “he came downtown because there were so many people out and he wanted to join the fun, but that night of fun turned into something he described as a ‘warzone’ that he’s thankful to have survived.”
And he does pose the question. About guns. The killers were fifteen, sixteen, years old, and it was so easy for the brainless shits to get guns.
‘More people died by gunfire in Alabama [in 2023] than in New York State, which has nearly four times Alabama’s population.’
It’s that ol self-killer instinct, folks. Wyoming has it too. Guns guns guns guns until everyone gets ten! AK47s, AR15s, give em out like candy until everyone kills everyone in a blitz and then the cops kill the killers.
But WHY, Wyoming? A la what Alabam?
Read Nietzsche! says WY. Look under N for Nihilism! says AL. Life’s worth shit down here says AL. Life sucks in the Sagebrush State says WY. Read Better Never To Have Been and then shut the fuck up or I’ll blow your head off.
