In a controversial move in 2008, Louisiana Governor Bobby Jindal signed the Sex Offender Chemical Castration Bill, which authorizes the court to order the chemical castration of any person convicted of aggravated rape, forcible rape, second degree sexual battery, aggravated incest, molestation of a juvenile when the victim is under the age of 13, or an aggravated crime against nature.
This video, put together by the Council on American-Islamic Relations, is a compilation of footage of a protest-turned-ugly outside an Orange County fundraiser held by the Islamic Circle of North American Relief USA. The group was hoping raising money for local women’s shelters and to fight homelessness, but the attendance of two “controversial speakers” drew several hundred protesters.
I can process Charlie Sheen—does this make me crazy? Perhaps prophetic phlegm is coughed out of his crack-coated lungs. It could be that he inhaled egotism-on-ether and then checked into a rehab: the celebrity spits truth circuit.
The aftermath of Madoff’s crime is a story that’s still being told. As he sits from his jail cell, his wife, Ruth, lives as a pariah in Florida, paying for her husband’s mistakes. She initially chose her husband over her sons, visiting him in prison against their wishes, but she has since cut off all contact in the wake of her son’s death.
This woman’s son is doing poorly in school—like, 1.22 GPA poorly—and she simply isn’t having it. When confiscating his phone and “other things” didn’t work, she decided to try something new: embarrass him, by putting him on a street corner with a “Honk If I Need Education” sign.
Half a decade into my inadvertent foray into reverse voyeurism, this is what I know. In America, we hope and dream and strive. We type colorfully, if not carefully, and in a variety of fonts — frequently oversized ones. We protect ourselves from violent crime. We ____ this weather! We keep you in our prayers and hope you can make it to our party.
As part of some weird advertising campaign to promote the 50th anniversary of Ken dolls, Mattel has been putting on a full blitz, including subway posters, web site banners, and, on Monday, photo-opportunities with Ken (well, good-looking, nearly-plastic men in suits and baby blue ties with Ken tags on their wrists).
Desperate times call for desperate measures. That pretty much sums up the attitude of this man caught on video reluctantly robbing a convenience store. He pays for his coffee and says “please” and “thank you” and “sir” and “I’m sorry” as he robs the clerk at gunpoint.
The most forgotten of brick-and-mortar booksellers continues to try to get customers to buy it some more time as it verges on bankruptcy, and the ways in which is does so are becoming increasingly desperate. Being a subscriber to Borders’ e-mails, the only way to get a hold of its lucrative coupons, I’m privy to these attempts and all their overzealous subject lines, which seemed to culminate in a rather startling offer with this morning’s e-mail.
You know what February means: Fashion Week is on the horizon, we’re a month closer to spring, and…it’s Black History Month. For the next three weeks, we’ll collectively be honoring the past achievements of black people and their (our) contributions to society. In theory, at least.