Consequences of the irrational nature the woman #1
I'm worried this is going to be an ongoing series.
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From the jsonline:
According to the department:
The woman was driving a red Ford Focus shortly before noon northbound on the highway as she argued with her husband. Near Mayfair Road, she lost control of the car, crashing into a black sport utility vehicle on its left side and then a motorcycle on the car's right.
The impact caused the motorcycle to explode and sent the motorcyclist off a bridge and onto Underwood Parkway. The 54-year-old West Milwaukee motorcyclist was declared dead at Froedtert Hospital in Wauwatosa.
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After reading the police complaint, I will summarize and add a bit more.
The man and the woman are having troubles, yet she agrees to run errands with him. The woman can't stop yelling, and as the man goes to turn up the radio so as to avoid listening to her nonsense, she jerks the wheel, crashing into an suv. She overcompensated, crashed into a bike, setting it on fire, and sending the driver off the bridge!
Man.
Who knew when I walked into the party five years ago and a dude I went to high school with who became a pimp told me that pimping ain't easy "cause you dealing with women, and women have very explosive personalities."
Here is a link to the complaint.
video link is here
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Monday, July 6, 2009
Robert McNamara
It would be hard to find a man who lived a life more interesting, let alone one with a greater impact on the world at large than Robert McNamara. Regardless of how you see McNamara, as the efficiency expert who brought Ford back to the top, the war-criminal who firebombed Tokyo, the hero who single handedly saved the world from nuclear annihilation, the man who put 58195 names on the wall in Washington, or the haunted old man who years later shouted from every rooftop he had been wrong, "terribly wrong" about "his" war.
McNamara had beliefs, and right or wrong, he's the quintessential example of a man not motivated by any type of personal gain, rather, the confidence of his own convictions. He believed his path was right, and that following that path was the best way to bring about best results.
And even though his admissions of errors and his guilt-ridden end of days do little to bring back the kids who died in the jungle half a world away, it still means something. Would Rumsfeld stand up at the end of his life and say, "I was wrong?" Never. Forget Rumseld, how many people have stood up and said, "my life was wrong, what I am going to be remembered for was a mistake. And don't pity me, I sent thousands of boys to their death because I was wrong." McNamara made mistakes, but I hope we can all look up and try and mirror his ability to be honest with the world, and himself.
“War is so complex it’s beyond the ability of the human mind to comprehend our judgment, our understanding, are not adequate. And we kill people unnecessarily.”
obit here
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Getting back to the basics of this blog
In New York City, Fewer Murders on Rainy Days
On Aug. 26, 2006, something unusual happened in New York City.
It was a Saturday in the heart of summer, the kind of day that averages more than two homicides. Yet the police reported no killings.
One other thing happened that day: it rained.
In fact, an analysis by The New York Times of rainfall and homicides for the last six years shows that when it rains substantially in the summertime, there are fewer homicides.
When there was no precipitation, there was an average 17 homicides every 10 days. But when there was an inch or more of rain, the average dropped to 14.
That does not surprise Vernon J. Geberth a former Bronx homicide squad commanding officer. He said when there was a downpour, the police would sometimes joke, “The best cop in the world is on duty tonight.”
The gap is even wider when looking just at Saturdays in the summer. Those days typically post the highest number of homicides in the course of a year. When there was no rain, the average number of homicides for the 10 Saturdays in summer jumped to 24. For those few Saturdays doused with at least an inch of rain, the rate was 18.
The rest here.
On Aug. 26, 2006, something unusual happened in New York City.
It was a Saturday in the heart of summer, the kind of day that averages more than two homicides. Yet the police reported no killings.
One other thing happened that day: it rained.
In fact, an analysis by The New York Times of rainfall and homicides for the last six years shows that when it rains substantially in the summertime, there are fewer homicides.
When there was no precipitation, there was an average 17 homicides every 10 days. But when there was an inch or more of rain, the average dropped to 14.
That does not surprise Vernon J. Geberth a former Bronx homicide squad commanding officer. He said when there was a downpour, the police would sometimes joke, “The best cop in the world is on duty tonight.”
The gap is even wider when looking just at Saturdays in the summer. Those days typically post the highest number of homicides in the course of a year. When there was no rain, the average number of homicides for the 10 Saturdays in summer jumped to 24. For those few Saturdays doused with at least an inch of rain, the rate was 18.
The rest here.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Monday, June 29, 2009
Change of opinion #1: The beach/ocean
Apparently, this was published in an earlier, mistake-ridden version. Anyway, I'VE NEVER BEEN A BIG
fan of the beach for five reasons:
1. Too sandy
2. Too salty
3. There are fish in the water
4. There are sharks in the water
5. There are other things in the water that can touch your feet.
But you can't spend your whole life with your toes touching the water, sometimes, you have to just jump in!
And this Saturday, in Malibu, I jumped in and it was so cold. But I swam in the water for so long that my body began to adjust to the temperature of the water and I soon became comfortable. And when you are comfortable with the temperature of the water, you can swim like a fish!
I used my friend's boogie board and "caught a wave" as they say, and man, it was an exhilarating experience. One "breaker" was so big I "boogied" all the way to shore. It was crazy. I was on the board and I wiped my eyes, opened them, and I was still moving! Imagine opening up your eyes, and you are gliding as one with the water. Just one wave, and already I want to know all this Pacific Ocean has to offer. After that there was a mild disagreement between Sam and I as to whether or not the fin in the water I saw was a shark. We decided to play it safe, but there was still more fun to be had. To sit on the beach and read, or converse with your friends can be just as enjoyable as swimming in the swimming water. After that, we went and drank a few beers and ate a delicious dinner of fish, oysters, and other marvelous creatures this Ocean has to offer.
fan of the beach for five reasons:
1. Too sandy
2. Too salty
3. There are fish in the water
4. There are sharks in the water
5. There are other things in the water that can touch your feet.
But you can't spend your whole life with your toes touching the water, sometimes, you have to just jump in!
And this Saturday, in Malibu, I jumped in and it was so cold. But I swam in the water for so long that my body began to adjust to the temperature of the water and I soon became comfortable. And when you are comfortable with the temperature of the water, you can swim like a fish!
I used my friend's boogie board and "caught a wave" as they say, and man, it was an exhilarating experience. One "breaker" was so big I "boogied" all the way to shore. It was crazy. I was on the board and I wiped my eyes, opened them, and I was still moving! Imagine opening up your eyes, and you are gliding as one with the water. Just one wave, and already I want to know all this Pacific Ocean has to offer. After that there was a mild disagreement between Sam and I as to whether or not the fin in the water I saw was a shark. We decided to play it safe, but there was still more fun to be had. To sit on the beach and read, or converse with your friends can be just as enjoyable as swimming in the swimming water. After that, we went and drank a few beers and ate a delicious dinner of fish, oysters, and other marvelous creatures this Ocean has to offer.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
How did I miss this?
It's a cat wearing a blue schmatte and playing the keyboards!!!!! How is this not funny?
Helen Hunt, The Keyboard Cat, and the most dangerous drug of the 1980's (pcp) yields untold laughs.
Helen Hunt, The Keyboard Cat, and the most dangerous drug of the 1980's (pcp) yields untold laughs.
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
New Best Song Ever: Combination Pizza Hut and Taco Bell
This song is about a combination Pizza Hut And Taco Bell.
Here's the remix by this guy Wallpaper that may be better, but it's hard to beat the best song ever.
Das Racist -- Combination Pizza Hut And Taco Bell Remix by Wallpaper
Here's the remix by this guy Wallpaper that may be better, but it's hard to beat the best song ever.
Das Racist -- Combination Pizza Hut And Taco Bell Remix by Wallpaper
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