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Iraqi judge says shoe-throwing reporter was beaten

That sounds really bad. And yeah, they probably are beating him up somewhere right now. But then you read down, and it turns out they're talking about right after it happened.

Excuse me if this is wrong to say, but. . . duh?

I'm sorry, but I throw an unidentified object at a foreign dignitary, I'm expecting to get my face mussed a mite by his security folk. Hell, I'm anticipating that there's a goodly chance that I'll be shot before the second such item leaves my hand. I'm against torture and police brutality and all that as much as the next girl, but from what I'm hearing, that is not what this is (again: at least not what they're talking about here).
commotiocordis: Green on black, an animated depiction of a normal heart rhythm on an ECG monitor. (Criminal Minds)
Because I don't feel like retyping this, situation update re: the allegedly molesting teacher at our middle school through a letter to an aunt.

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A common math teacher of ours at the middle school got arrested a few days ago under suspicion of sexual misconduct with a student after an investigation since October. Tyler commented on the online news reporting article (with nothing profane or anything; I don't remember exactly what he wrote because nothing in it struck me as anything controversial, but it supported the girl doing the accusing and not the teacher) using his whole name as the username for the comment, and did it during his study hall (which the school thinks gave them jurisdiction, I guess). I feel bad, because I told him afterwards (he emailed me right after he did it) that it was a great thing to do, signing your name to what you write, very grown-up to stand by your comments, but it appears to have gotten him screwed. They deemed it "blogging on a sensitive topic" and kicked him out for the two days before finals (which, as I'm sure you know, are fairly important).

I just think they sure better do the exact same thing to the members of the Free Mr. Wilder (the teacher) group on here that has posts besmirching the girl's character up one wall page and down the other, to the point of one girl saying that they should "cut her head off with a kite string". (I reported that to both Facebook and the principal yesterday morning, because I seriously wonder if the child is going to be safe; only just as of about an hour ago is the group gone, and I'd bet nobody actually got in trouble outside of school. Hmm, I wonder why?)

*Whew.* And the day of my giving an entire presentation to a communications class about the rules/precedent governing expression rights in newspaper opinion sections. I get passionate about free speech, if you couldn't tell, so this just blows my mind.
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Suspended. I'm unbelievably pissed. Normally, I'd assume that there was more to the situation than that, but knowing the situation, I doubt it. He wrote a comment on a news article. The only thing I can think that he did that they didn't like (besides just overall supporting the girl and not the teacher) would be to refer to the teacher's last name in his comment. So did a bunch of people, but his comment was on the first page. Still, suspend them too! Or better yet, actually teach your students the etiquette behind news reporting and commenting--that it's not usually done to identify persons involved in a sex crimes investigation, particularly if one's a minor and no charges have been filed. But that justifies the KSDK website removing and disabling the comments on that story, not school discipline.

Do I think I'm holding a double standard by condemning the teacher-supportive group's comments and standing by my brother's? No. If his had any kind of an incitement to violence, they'd be right along there with them. You also have to consider the subject--grown man vs. 16 year old girl. He can take the "he's a mean, horrible teacher" that my brother threw at him (and knowing how Wilder teaches, I knew that that was exactly what Tyler'd think of him years before he was in his class--he's the teasing, "fun" type that makes most people like him, but he tends to pick on kids to entertain the others, so some of them will come out hating him; my brother, being one of the more sensitive ones, would be in the latter group), but 'lying slut that needs her head cut off with a kitestring'? Totally different ballpark.
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News blurbs.

A Young Life Changed Forever by Iraq War

Really? Just one? Total fluff piece. I mean, not fluff like it's a happy subject, but come on. Human interest piece, I suppose, is the phrase.

Thing that annoys me? Top Chef commercial claiming that NY invented the ice cream cone. Uh, bitchplease. That's ours. According to, you know, every Missouri history lesson every MO child has had to sit through for all 13 years of their public schooling career (as confirmed by Wikipedia), in the 1904 World's Fair in St. Louis, they were out of bowls at the ice cream booth or whatever, and the waffle guy whose booth was next door was like "Oh, let me iron a waffle into a cone shape and let you put your ice cream in there!" Or something. Whatever; it was ours. QED.


In other news, my 6th grade math teacher (the one who sent me out into the hallway for saying that the Rams weren't going to win the Super Bowl--I very nearly cried, because he was serious, and I had to sit out there with the other teachers thinking I was in real trouble for the rest of the period--but otherwise I remember thinking he was cool) got arrested for "innapropriate contact" with a student. I've known about the situation for a while now, as Tyler's friends with the girl in question, but he got arrested during the school day yesterday.

On the one hand, I think it was unfair for the police to take him away at the school. That was unnecessary; they've been investigating since October, they could avoid making a scene in front of a whole bunch of middle schoolers. It's not like he'll ever work in education again whether he's convicted or not, but that's still not something that needed to happen. If they were worried about the safety of a student right then, sure, but for god's sake, since October.

On the other hand, I've got the girl's back. People aren't believing it because he's a popular teacher, and they're bashing her, which is bullshit. If she were some student of his who found out she's failing his class, yeah, I'd be suspicious. She's 16. It's been happening for years (he's the high school track coach, so he's up there enough). There's no immediacy there that I know of, no overt motive apparent, and she had the strength to come forward anyway. People are spreading all kinds of rumors about her reputation re: truthfulness, so idk what's going on there, because there are also comments condemning them as rumors, but whether she's spread attention-seeking info in the past, I'm pretty sure that the police usually wait until, you know, they've got enough evidence to try a case before arresting somebody.

So guess what. Every single member of the "Free Mr. Wilder" Facebook group? You disgust me. Yeah, you may have liked him. Yeah, he was a good track coach and a personable guy. Yeah, the girl in question has a reputation (at least according to a couple of FB posts on that group) for not being the most truthful. But this is the reason that more girls don't come forward when they're being sexually assaulted. I've got a friend who recently also spoke out after being molested, and she's having a bitch of a time of it, frankly. It's hard, and you're not making it any easier by posting messages like "how does this girl live with herself. . . he's the most awesome guy ever" or even the most disgusting "What's the chick's name? We should all go cut her head off with a kite string!!!".

The more rational ones are stepping above it, asking "Is this what he would want us to do?" which I appreciate. Though it sort of makes him sound like Jesus, LOL, the way they're putting it. Still. I leave with this: you don't know. There are two people who know what really was happening, and until he's proven guilty or not, don't discourage people from coming forward by ostracizing those who do.

Still. The girl who posted the kite string comment? You make me sick, and I sure as hell hope somebody takes that to the principal and gets your ass suspended. Has the Megan Meier case just a few miles from where this is going down taught us nothing about the power of internet speech? If you don't care about being a bitch, care that you could get hauled into court and taken for all your parents' money. (Though that's something else about which it seems I'm the only one who cares.)
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Maybe you heard about this Kirkwood shooting last night.

Yeah. Thanks for waking me up, sirs, as every police truck and news helicopter sped past my house on the way there (as that's the division of the county I'm right on the border of). That was annoying. There comes a point where adding more police there will only cause more of a problem, wouldn't you say? I was joking at one point that it was all probably just a rumor (because the news was all "OMGWTF, but unconfirmed") set by somebody in the next city so they could go rob banks while every cop in Missouri was hanging around down there.

Watched Juno last night. Wasn't overly impressed. It was decent, but I don't think I'd pay to see it again or anything.

Took a shower in the middle of watching Juno (I was watching it at home, obviously). Because I had to go to the bathroom when I was about halfway through, and figured why bother having to go back there twice. And since my bathtub is a failure at draining the water from the shower, I was like "Well, why not just turn it into a bath" because I've been feeling shitty lately and baths are amazing for that kind of thing. And it was uber relaxing and great. Until I fell asleep, LOL. Several times. This didn't stop the relaxage in itself, but I finally had to get out when my head rolled to the side, putting my face partially into the water and I woke myself up by snorting up bathwater. That's my story of the night.

But updates on the last (or second to last? I don't remember) whiny rantage. Jackass teacher who I thought was going to stop me from getting the academic award again? Nope. Got my invitation to the award breakfast today. Which is good, because the t-shirts they're giving out this year are actually pretty cool, though idk if I can get one since they were given out last semester, but I wanted to be able to try. Plus, test for said jackass teacher? Managed to pull out not just an A, but a 100%. Which is win. Plus, big English paper that was due today is now due Monday (hence my being even semi-coherent at this hour--or even typing this at all, as I'd probably be still finishing it). Glands are still painfully swollen, though, which is confusing and not win, nor is sudden and drastic weight gain that I'm blaming on sleeping through the gym hours night before last (because, erm, I actually ate a lot less to make up for said non-gym going, so there's really no excuse). Still. Today should be good.
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I was in Goodwill today, looking for some yarn, since I've been knitting a lot lately.

And there was a woman in there. And her husband/boyfriend/somebody. And their child.

And the father was yelling at the mother. Well, perhaps yelling isn't the right word. Right sentiment, if not right volume.

It was horrible. It was emotional abuse, easily, and, idk, I just knew that that wasn't the end of it.

That it wasn't a one time fight.

That he probably hits her.

I couldn't repeat half of what he said; it was 8 hours ago and I've forgotten/blocked it out/whatever. He was yelling and cursing at her for every little thing: to shut their child up, because she knocked a toy off the shelf, because she wanted to buy something that he didn't agree with. He was at the very least, completely controlling; there was talk about how it didn't matter what she thought they needed because all the money was his and such.

What I'm saying doesn't seem horridly conclusive, I guess, but somehow. . . idk, my dad and brother commented on it too, so it wasn't just me.

And I wanted to watch out of the corner of my eye (because I concluded after 3 minutes in the store that there was no yarn) and call the police or something the second he put a hand on her, even before. I've no idea what I would have said, whether they would have come (at the very least, he was cursing in front of a bunch of children, most not his own, so that should be worth something, perhaps?), but then I realized that that would both do no good and probably get her into trouble at home.

I wanted to help, I wanted to fucking do something, even to just shut him up from cursing in front of the children in the store, but I didn't know how. I didn't know anything that I could do that wouldn't just make things worse.

I just felt so. . . unbelievably helpless, you know?
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So. Evidently somebody got all hacktastic on LJ recently. I've only heard about it, not seen anything (save the posts worrying about it on [livejournal.com profile] xfiles), but I figure I was planning to change my password anyway to something not so ridiculously easy--when they made it that you had to have numbers in your password, my good password got scrapped into something I could remember easily, but it's now also the same as a bunch of other things, which is badbadbad--so I figure might as well do it now.

I crashed the orchestra banquet yesterday (well, not so much crashed as was invited and came, but still, I was afraid it would be weird because I wasn't in orchestra this year). Caught myself looking around more than was quite necessary to see where Michelle was/if she was there yet/what she was doing, but I spent most of my time hanging out, which was nice.

And there were the best freaking brownies there. Seriously. We named them the orgasm brownies. Because they were like an orgasm in your mouth, trufax. But then we shortened them to the ORG brownies, because Alyssa's little brother was hanging around. And then when he asked what that stood for, his mum (who totally knew what we meant by it and laughed and tasted them and agreed) told him it meant Oh Really Good. So they're the orgasm/ORG/Oh Really Good brownies. I seriously want the recipe, but though a couple of people guessed, nobody knew who actually brought them for sure.

And then we played on the playground. That stuff is a lot bigger when you're young. I want to make an adult-sized playground because it made me sad that I couldn't really climb up this cool/odd climbing thing because it only took me two steps. And that I couldn't do the monkeybars because my feet hit the ground.

But the swings were fun, though they were prolly the shortest swings I've ever seen. Less than knee height. You had to either keep your legs straight out (save maybe a second of pumping them back at the pinnacle of the backswing) or sort of split them out sideways at the knees when you passed over the ground or your feet would drag. And I was wearing my sexyboots, so it was worse, because that was an added 4 inches. I tried to take them off mid-swing, which ended up being a bad idea. I sort of locked one leg straight out and propped the other across it at the knee and got the one off, but I was so surprised that I actually managed it and/or distracted because the couple of my mates that were on the swings with me were talking that I forgot about the having to move the legs funny thing right as I was ready to toss it off to the side and as I came back, my left foot (the one still with the boot) planted straight onto the ground and I flew backwards. Not fun. My butt was totally off the swing, I was hanging backwards by my knees (and I was going a decent speed/height, so I'm trying to recover at a rather high velocity), and I had caught the chain on my left arm--there's a rather satisfying bruise there now (though it's nowhere near as bad as it feels) that, if you squint, resembles a section of chain--so I slowed the swing down to a sufficient dismounting velocity and just fell down laughing. Because I nearly fell off a swing. Which is really funny, if you think about it. (Though painful.)

I think LJ's being a whore to me. There's another tag that's not mine, and I could have sworn that I already had an orchestra tag, but it appears that I don't. Oddness.

No school tomorrow/today/whatever, which is nice (and why I'm still awake and not moaning about how I should be asleep/working/whatever). Going over to the house of a girl in my theatre class for our latke party. Because potatoygoodness is love. Not sure how I'm going to get there/where it is, though. I thought she was going to call, but perhaps not. Must investigate.

And I want to switch out my icons. I've played with a couple recently, but I really want a Battlestar Galactica one next, as I've not had one of those yet. The picture I really want, though, is like a bazillion pixels by a million, so it looks horrible when I shrink it to icon size. I'm going to have to try to find a smaller version.
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Holy shit.

Those two boys that got kidnapped, one a few days ago and one 4 years ago? It's been all over even the international news because of the finding the one after four years thing, so I figure everybody's probably heard of it. Four years. I just can't believe that. I was talking to my mom the night before because the latest kid had just hit the 5 day missing mark or something, and I was like "Yeah, they're way past their 48 hour mark. It's not going to happen." And lo and behold, the next bloody day the universe goes and proves me wrong by not only allowing the last kid to be found, but one from 4 years ago. That's excellent.

The not so excellent bit: they found them less than a mile from my fucking house.

Yeah.

I've driven/biked by the apartments where they were being kept multiple times. I walk down to the library that's like 500 yards from there every few days. I've undoubtedly seen the kidnapper guy before.

It's so creepy to think about. Creepy isn't even the right word; that makes it sound like some puerile horror film or something. Nauseating. I don't know. . . .

These kids were my brother's age. And he walks right near there even more often than I do. Nobody's telling him that they were found near us because he was already pretty freaked when they got nabbed (he's really sensitive about this kind of stuff, but it's understandable because these kids are his age) even though where they were kidnapped from is nowhere near our house.

So yeah. My parents have pretty much decided that nobody's walking down to the library anymore. Which isn't great, because then we have to wait for them to take us there and leave when they want us to, which is annoying. Though the way I see it, they got the guy, so now that part of the neighborhood has one less bad guy, making it actually a lot safer. Still. *shivers* I feel really bad for those kids. Especially the first one. Four years. He's got to be so screwed up now.

St. Louis has been sucking as of late. I think we topped the worst US city for crime list not too long ago, and looking back at the past few years, I'm seeing why.
I've lived for quite a bit less than two decades. I'm not supposed to have walked by houses where kidnapped kids were being held. I'm not supposed to have sat at the same table at lunch as a murderer. I'm not supposed to live a little more than a mile from where a cop got shot. Etc. This is nuts.

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