Silly boy. Make that utterly unbelievable effects. But after all your field is psychology, currently riddled with fraud, and given all that fraud, you should have acted on your suspicions about those two AMAZING PERSONALITIES, F. Giro and D. Ariely. You worked with them, after all.
Killing field cities are full of… certain… bars… Bars that do everything they can (you should look at their advertising!) to attract extremely stupid, jumpy, armed, people. The MO is to pack them in very very tightly, make them drunk and high, make them bump into each other (Fuck you for bumping into me BANG), make them fight for the prossies, make them, you know, fight. In the bar world, fighting without a firearm is like a day without sunshine, so mass shooting’s guaranteed.
So now here’s a tussle in Cleveland where a fight at or near one of the skeezy bars shot up six people, three of whom might die. The mayor’s pissed, embarrassed, whatever, and has not only closed the bar in question, but boarded it up. The owner is definitely pissed, and swears all the bullet holes were elsewhere.
Laws don’t mean shit if you don’t enforce them.
… makes Puerto Rico look good.
Turks and Caicos lies very close to Haiti.
At Yale, Performative Males ( “These guys perform femininity to attract women without actually giving a fuck about the feminine perspective.”) vie for the title Most Performative Male. The winner:
Marco Getchell ’29, … claimed his residential college was the Women’s Table, [and] called being a performative male “a lifestyle.” He arrived more than 15 minutes early, armored head to toe in thrifted garb for the afternoon festivities. He clutched a copy of Susan Sontag’s “Regarding the Pain of Others,” a brown teddy bear, and a Metropolitan Museum of Art tote bag which held a vinyl copy of Chappell Roan’s “The Rise and Fall of a Midwest Princess” and a speaker blasting “Perfect Pair” by beabadoobee, an indie artist.
LOLOLOLOL
UD ain’t a huge fan of Jane Fonda, but her response to the dainty NPR interviewer who referred to Fonda’s mother having “passed away” is so wonderful.
UD ain’t a huge fan of psychotherapy, but when Fonda said she has started going again to “figure out why I’m not a better person,” UD also found that wonderful.
Uh duh. Starting back in… what? 2000? this blog has blasted phones, computers, clickers, powerpoint, all that shit. See categories CLICK THROUGH [and] THRU U, Online Makeover, PowerPoint Confidential, powerpoint pissoff, technolust, and others.
Now everybody all over the country is like yeah you’re NOT a pathetic luddite, it’s like TRUE that all that shit kills thinking and kills human contact. Wow. Who’da thunk it.
The problem is that this person is only thirteen years old, living with parents who haven’t bothered to enroll him in school, much less stop supplying him with weaponry. The juvenile justice system is hopeless with thirteen year olds who are already hardened criminals. It will fuss therapeutically with him during his brief incarceration (assuming he gets any jail time at all) and then release him to the very same degenerate parents.
He’s so breathtakingly young! Many decades of gun massacres ahead of him.
… gun range suicide. Nobody’s paying much attention, but GRS’s (as UD calls them) are becoming a social fact, a thing. Range owners are of course aware of the deepening problem, but what can they do? Shooting ranges HAND you a gun, babe, and it don’t get no better than that if you want to die. Just pick up the firearm and point. No at-home trauma for your family. No need even to pay for a gun.
We have oodles of suicides in this country, with some states (Montana, Wyoming) veritable self-killing fields. And these tend to be the same states with shooting ranges on every street corner. Watch as the GRS phenom becomes A Major Social Problem.
[A Baltimore woman] waited at [a] stoplight and allowed [a] squeegee worker to clean her car window, but noticed she had no cash and asked if he had Cash App or Apple Pay.
“He said I can put my information in, and I gave him my phone. I mean, very trusting, because I wouldn’t think that anybody would do anything bad. And he’s fiddling around with the numbers, and then he says, ‘Oh, Apple Pay didn’t work. I can do Cash App. And so he said, ‘I’ll put my information in.'”
[She] said that the unidentified squeegee worker gave her phone back and said that it’s blank and it needs a password. At first, she said she did not understand what he was talking about as he handed her the phone back.
“I figured it out, and when I put that number in, it said, ‘You sent $900.'”
Nevada is in crisis amid a catastrophic statewide freeze on gun sales due to a cyberattack. Two weeks on, the still-unresolved shutdown has The Silver State seeing red, with one state senator calling it “the worst disaster I’ve seen here since the 2018 Martin Fire.”
Inadequate fire power has kept so many Nevadans sheltered at home that schools across the state have shuttered, and mental health professionals report an increase in psychiatric holds as the situation overwhelms more and more people. “I thought it’d be a day or two and they’d fix it,” said Gladys Spangler of Eureka. “Two weeks later I’m like what in God’s name am I supposed to do?”
“Let us spray.”
Although gun dealers have urged patience, hundreds of thousands of citizens are becoming more and more militant. In the highest-profile response, believers all over the state now spend Sundays jammed into megachurches, where pastors hand out surplus pistols to parishioners and lead so-called Packing Prayers, in which worshippers shoot the guns upward while chanting Lord hear our recoil.
... Alberta let that slippery slope slip down
First you outlawed soft core
Now it's 1984
Alberta let your slope slip down
You wanna lop off some of the country’s gun crime, you shut down the clubs. Clubs are where fuckwits with Glocks get drunk, start fights (usually over the club girls), and pull out weapons. And babe, it happens ALL THE TIME. Almost every Saturday, fuckwits and Glocks, Glocks and fuckwits.
Note that in Houston (see above list of now-shut clubs) most of it happens in Fuckwit Central, Washington Avenue. The folks who actually live around there have dreamt for years of a life without bullet holes in their bassinets. (Why isn’t supergross, supergunny Lounge 33 on the Houston closure list?) (Oh, okay. Already closed.) And wa-a-a-a-ll the mayor’s been doin this and been doin that but ain’t nothing changed see and who knows why maybe they don’t want federal troops but now they’re actually doing something.
Much of the crime has been associated with nightlife. Houston Mayor John Whitmire (D) last month announced the formation of a “club unit” of the Houston Police Department designated to target bars and clubs with citations.
His effort resulted in five club closures in a three-day period…
That’s so not enough closures, but, because the clubs represent a large and influential subculture, no city’s gonna have the balls to really get rid of them. They’ll shut them for awhile and then pretend to believe the bullshit the club tells them about new superduper hightech security (leaving open the question why an entertainment venue needs anti-terror level security) and reopen them. They’ll let them reopen under new names. And of course as to the guns — it’s Texas, folks! The more the merrier.
Tannerite, an explosive that goes boom – big boom – when hit by a high-velocity bullet, is part of the fun at a gun range near a housing development.