A 23 year old Indianapolis woman caused a 3 car pile up and suffered fatal injuries. Shortly before slipping into a coma she stated to police that DJ Khaled ordered that “everybody put their hands up and they stay there” shortly after she lost control of the car.
The thing that blows my mind most about Star Wars as a whole is how the original trilogy was shot with lots of really interesting angles. Looking at the infamous “cantina” right now from pretty much straight on, it’s crazy how a simple shift in POV totally changes the dynamic of a scene. Go back and watch the new trilogy (especially episode 1, or really, don’t do that at all) and try and count how many scenes are shot completely straight-on at a super boring, super flat, super ugly angle. It’ll make you cry.
Then listen to the George Lucas quote from 30 (40?)-something years ago about how “special effects are just tools to tell a story” and then never watch any of them again because you will be too sad. It’s like the dude completely forgot how to make movies.
Stop what you are doing.
If you don’t want to read, I’ll explain the key bullet points, but please read them afterwords:
This is not “we didn’t protect him enough.”
This is not “the government screwed up some random detail or accidentally let his killer loose.”
The 111th Military Intelligence had a team taking pictures of his balcony during the assassination.
They brought in a Special Forces 8-Man Sniper Team from the 20th.
Memphis Police withdrew their regular protection detail from him.
A jury of 12 people, six black and six white, found the United States Government guilty of conspiracy to commit murder.
YOUR GOVERNMENT. MY GOVERNMENT. THE GOVERNMENT OF, BY, AND FOR THE PEOPLE, SHOT AND KILLED DR. MARTIN LUTHER KING. And the media never reported the case.
MLK was ASSASSINATED. By a government YOU PAY FOR.
I hate those posts where someone tries to pressure you into reblogging. I almost never ask you to reblog.
This shit is important.
Reblog this. I don’t care what kind of blog you have. I don’t care what you normally talk about.
imma get in trouble when i’m a teacher and I spent a lesson talking about this
the second source is the court transcript. give it a gander.
I knew about this. And I’ll always be angry about this.
hey weird huh
Happy Whacking Day!
I’m going to go do some “whacking” of my own…
MY BIRTHDAY IS WHACKING DAY HOW THE FUCK WAS I NEVER AWARE OF THIS.
To all those who don’t think the rape joke was a problem, or rape jokes are a problem.
I get it, you’re a decent guy. I can even believe it. You’ve never raped anybody. You would NEVER rape anybody. You’re upset that all these feminists are trying to accuse you of doing something or connect you to doing something that, as far as you’re concerned, you’ve never done and would never condone.
And they’ve told you about triggers, and PTSD, and how one in six women is a survivor, and you get it. You do. But you can’t let every time someone gets all upset get in the way of you having a good time, right?
So fine. If all those arguments aren’t going anything for you, let me tell you this. And I tell you this because I genuinely believe you mean it when you say you don’t want to hurt anybody, and you don’t see the harm, and that it’s important to you to do your best to be a decent and good person. And I genuinely believe you when you say you would never associate with a rapist and you think rape really is a very bad thing.
Because this is why I refuse to take rape jokes sitting down-
6% of college age men, slightly over 1 in 20, will admit to raping someone in anonymous surveys, as long as the word “rape” isn’t used in the description of the act.
6% of Penny Arcade’s target demographic will admit to actually being rapists when asked.
A lot of people accuse feminists of thinking that all men are rapists. That’s not true. But do you know who think all men are rapists?
They really do. In psychological study, the profiling, the studies, it comes out again and again.
Virtually all rapists genuinely believe that all men rape, and other men just keep it hushed up better. And more, these people who really are rapists are constantly reaffirmed in their belief about the rest of mankind being rapists like them by things like rape jokes, that dismiss and normalize the idea of rape.
If one in twenty guys is a real and true rapist, and you have any amount of social activity with other guys like yourself, really cool guy, then it is almost a statistical certainty that one time hanging out with friends and their friends, playing Halo with a bunch of guys online, in a WoW guild, or elsewhere, you were talking to a rapist. Not your fault. You can’t tell a rapist apart any better than anyone else can. It’s not like they announce themselves.
But, here’s the thing. It’s very likely that in some of these interactions with these guys, at some point or another someone told a rape joke. You, decent guy that you are, understood that they didn’t mean it, and it was just a joke. And so you laughed.
And, decent guy who would never condone rape, who would step in and stop rape if he saw it, who understands that rape is awful and wrong and bad, when you laughed?
That rapist who was in the group with you, that rapist thought that you were on his side. That rapist knew that you were a rapist like him. And he felt validated, and he felt he was among his comrades.
You. The rapist’s comrade.
And if that doesn’t make you feel sick to your stomach, if that doesn’t make you want to throw up, if that doesn’t disturb you or bother you or make you feel like maybe you should at least consider not participating in that kind of humor anymore…
Well, maybe you aren’t as opposed to rapists as you claim.
Time-Machine (via a comment at shakesville.com)
Single greatest argument about this I have ever heard.
Well we may not be practicing or recording or performing or playing or hanging out these days, but we’re still acquiring new instruments to eventually use while practicing or recording or performing or playing or hanging out! That’s the true essence of band, is it not?
oh god I can’t stop
Hey this is probably one of my favorite songs (and albums).
Buenos ding-dong-diddly-días señor
That awkward moment when the worst father in the history of television handles gay talk to his son better than 90% of world’s parents.