Yes, it all makes sense now - he was suicidal, so he decided to set his genitals on fire, because that's a thing that people trying to kill themselves do all the time, before they beat themselves.
Do you still play sports? There are senior leagues in LA for baseball and softball. There are also great volunteer opportunities at our museums and cultural institutions.
I slipped whilst trimming my trees yesterday and thumped my arm-big welt, and scratched myself from my hands to my knees. I'm also covered in pine sap. The fall was approximately 2 1/2 feet and I was still in the tree. I was going zero at the time and maybe got up to like 5 mph or something before I plopped to a stop.
Seriously, you couldn't throw a solid metal ball out of a train at that speed without some evidence of damage due to the fall.
If this wasn't a hate crime, I'll eat my pine tree.
Not to make light of the attempted murder, but I can't get this out of my head:
"Come now, you've never read an actuarial table in your life, have you? Why they've got ten volumes on suicide alone. Suicide by race, by color, by occupation, by sex, by seasons of the year, by time of day. Suicide, how committed: by poison, by firearms, by drowning, by leaps. Suicide by poison, subdivided by *types* of poison, such as corrosive, irritant, systemic, gaseous, narcotic, alkaloid, protein, and so forth; suicide by leaps, subdivided by leaps from high places, under the wheels of trains, under the wheels of trucks, under the feet of horses, from *steamboats*. But, Mr. Norton, of all the cases on record, there's not one single case of suicide by leap from the rear end of a moving train. And you know how fast that train was going at the point where the body was found? Fifteen miles an hour. Now how can anybody jump off a slow-moving train like that with any kind of expectation that he would kill himself? No. No soap, Mr. Norton. We're sunk, and we'll have to pay through the nose, and you know it."
- Barton Keyes (Edward G. Robinson), "Double Indemnity" (1944), screenplay by Billy Wilder and Raymond Chandler.
So in all likelihood a cop assaulted and then attempted to murder this kid, and his fellow cops are covering up for it: more plausible than ever, in an era when the president of the United States and his Attorney General have signaled to cops that they will not be held accountable for even the most grotesque acts of brutality.
I have fond memories of body boarding at Zuma beach. So much more chill than Venice beach. Thanks for jogging my memory! I'm sorry it was a horrible incident, though.
I know, but it's intensely and painfully personal.
Skip the first, it dulls the second. Well except poppers - they're fun!
Do they have security cameras on Amtrak trains?
thanks, Wonderbitch! lynching is the first thing that came to my mind as well.
America's original sin won't stop rearing its ugly head any time soon.
Yes, it all makes sense now - he was suicidal, so he decided to set his genitals on fire, because that's a thing that people trying to kill themselves do all the time, before they beat themselves.
Do you still play sports? There are senior leagues in LA for baseball and softball. There are also great volunteer opportunities at our museums and cultural institutions.
the internet.
this shit is not new, it is just that the local horrors are not so easy to hide anymore
I’m wondering how jumping out of a train results in genitals catching fire?
I slipped whilst trimming my trees yesterday and thumped my arm-big welt, and scratched myself from my hands to my knees. I'm also covered in pine sap. The fall was approximately 2 1/2 feet and I was still in the tree. I was going zero at the time and maybe got up to like 5 mph or something before I plopped to a stop.
Seriously, you couldn't throw a solid metal ball out of a train at that speed without some evidence of damage due to the fall.
If this wasn't a hate crime, I'll eat my pine tree.
Not to make light of the attempted murder, but I can't get this out of my head:
"Come now, you've never read an actuarial table in your life, have you? Why they've got ten volumes on suicide alone. Suicide by race, by color, by occupation, by sex, by seasons of the year, by time of day. Suicide, how committed: by poison, by firearms, by drowning, by leaps. Suicide by poison, subdivided by *types* of poison, such as corrosive, irritant, systemic, gaseous, narcotic, alkaloid, protein, and so forth; suicide by leaps, subdivided by leaps from high places, under the wheels of trains, under the wheels of trucks, under the feet of horses, from *steamboats*. But, Mr. Norton, of all the cases on record, there's not one single case of suicide by leap from the rear end of a moving train. And you know how fast that train was going at the point where the body was found? Fifteen miles an hour. Now how can anybody jump off a slow-moving train like that with any kind of expectation that he would kill himself? No. No soap, Mr. Norton. We're sunk, and we'll have to pay through the nose, and you know it."
- Barton Keyes (Edward G. Robinson), "Double Indemnity" (1944), screenplay by Billy Wilder and Raymond Chandler.
Skip the first, it dulls the second. Well except poppers - they're fun!And weed!
The whole thing prolly went down in a private compartment.
So in all likelihood a cop assaulted and then attempted to murder this kid, and his fellow cops are covering up for it: more plausible than ever, in an era when the president of the United States and his Attorney General have signaled to cops that they will not be held accountable for even the most grotesque acts of brutality.
A terrible day of reckoning is coming.
I have fond memories of body boarding at Zuma beach. So much more chill than Venice beach. Thanks for jogging my memory! I'm sorry it was a horrible incident, though.
Ayup. That's our boys, also too....
Fat boy has recently taken to jumping up onto the top of the recliner after Mrs. SG Man drifts off in it.
Ever have that unsettling feeling of suddenly falling while asleep?
He must have viciously accosted the cop with his AIDS ring.