Originally posted on News One:
A man who was brutally beaten by Ferguson, Mo. police officers and then charged with bleeding on their uniforms has won the right to appeal his 2009 case.
Henry Davis’ story began during the contentious protest-charged environment of Ferguson after the killing of Michael Brown by Darren Wilson in 2014. Davis, 53, was arrested for a parking violation, which was later revealed as a case of mistaken identity, according to The Daily Beast. Davis was taken to a crowded Ferguson jail and requested a mat to sleep on. When he was denied one, arresting Officer Christopher Pillarick claimed a handcuffed Davis refused to go into the cell. Pillarick called for backup and several officers tackled Davis, kicking him and punching him as he lay on the ground.
Because blood from the beating stained the officers’ uniforms…
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Originally posted on UPROXX:
Like every other reasonable person on the planet, I can’t stand Donald Trump because he’s an idiotic, hateful little sh*tmonger whose toupee I wouldn’t wipe my ass with. I really hate giving him any attention at all, except when it’s because he just got FACED in a Twitter feud with a “lightweight” writer of that “boring” Modern Family. Danny Zuker is his name, and he is so good in his ongoing Twitter feud with Trump that I’m totally willing to forgive the fact that he was one of the people behind the American version of Coupling. The topic is China. The angle: Trump’s hypocrisy.
TO THE TWEETS:
Winner by KO: Danny Zuker.
That was fun.(via)
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Michael Nugent is just the latest and maybe most persistent of PZ Meyers most defamed people
Originally posted on EllenBeth Wachs:
I have been hesitating to write this blog post for various reasons. Amazingly enough, there are still a few people not familiar with Donglegate. Which means in the secular community, many won’t be familiar with an incident arising out out Donglegate. I have read that I am being referred to as a casualty of friendly fire. The impetus of my finally writing about this was a comment PZ Myers made on a blog post Jason Thibeault wrote yesterday. More on that later. First the background. For those of you familiar with the story, you won’t need the following summary.
Adria Richards, a self-described developer evangelist, was at a tech conference sitting in the audience for a presentation. Two men were seated behind her and talking using technical language (dongles and forking) that allegedly morphed into a juvenile sexual joke overheard by Richards. She stood up, turned around and took…
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To Remember MeThe day will come when my body will lie upon a white sheet neatly tucked under four corners of a mattress located in a hospital busily occupied with the living and the dying.At a certain moment, a doctor will determine that my brain has ceased to function and that, for all intents and purposes, my life has stopped.When that happens, do not attempt to instill artificial life into my body by the use of a machine, and don’t call this my death bed. Let this be called the bed of life, and let my body be taken from it to help others lead fuller lives.Give my sight to the man who has never seen a sunrise, a baby’s face or love in the eyes of a woman.Give my heart to a person whose own heart has caused nothing but endless days of pain.Give my blood to the teenager who was pulled from the wreckage of his car, so that he might live to see his grandchildren play.Give my kidneys to one who depends on a machine to exist.Take my bones, every muscle, every fiber and nerve in my body and find a way to make a crippled child walk.Explore every corner of my brain. Take my cells, if necessary, and let them grow so that someday a speechless boy will shout at the crack of a bat and a deaf girl will hear the sound of rain against her window.Burn what is left of me and scatter the ashes to the winds to help the flowers grow.If you must bury something, let it be my faults, my weaknesses and all prejudice against my fellow man.If by chance you wish to remember me, do it with a kind deed or a word to someone who needs you. If you do all I have asked, I will live forever.-Robert. N. Test
Originally posted on chrishernandezauthor:
When I joined the Marines, I met a man who had survived a helicopter crash during a training exercise. The first time I saw him his head and face were covered in burn scars. A balloon filled with saline, that looked like a dinosaur’s crest, was implanted in his scalp to stretch the skin so hair could grow. Something that looked exactly like the checkered buttstock of an M16A2 was imprinted on one side of his head. He greeted me when I checked in to my unit, and totally ignored the shocked expression I must have had when he approached. He shook my hand, asked a few questions, then left with a friendly “See you later, PFC.” His demeanor left me with the absurd thought, Maybe he doesn’t know how strange he looks.
He had been assigned to my reserve unit while undergoing treatment at a nearby military burn unit…
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Originally posted on Twitchy:
Embarrassing and we are not making it up. Who on earth would possibly find family dinners oppressive?
Hunts down! Stop it.
Don’t you dare criticize the perpetual victim’s articles on Twitter. Even though, you know, she promotes her Twitter account in said articles.
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Originally posted on The Dish:
In a really terrific post during my vacation, Freddie DeBoer nailed something to the cross:
It seems to me now that the public face of social liberalism has ceased to seem positive, joyful, human, and freeing. I now mostly associate that public face with danger, with an endless list of things that you can’t do or say or think, and with the constant threat of being called an existentially bad person if you say the wrong thing, or if someone decides to misrepresent what you said as saying the wrong thing. There are so many ways to step on a landmine now, so many terms that have become forbidden, so many attitudes that will get you cast out if you even appear to hold them.
Freddie’s concern was with online hazing of the politically incorrect. Writers are not just condemned any more for being wrong or dumb or rigid. They…
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