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The lines under Timothy J. McVeigh’s graduation picture in the Lockport, N.Y., high school yearbook for 1986 suggest a contradiction in his personality: an easygoing young man, perhaps, but also one yearning for adventure, for faraway places and a life more exotic than his drowsy hometown had to offer.

He lived with his father and a sister in Pendleton, N.Y., near Buffalo, in a home that had been abandoned by his mother when he was 10.

Not many people in town even remembered him yesterday, and those who did gave conflicting accounts of him, some saying he had been a flamboyant youth with a head full of schemes and a taste for guns, and others recollecting a shy, quiet, churchgoing boy.

Some said he played basketball, but the coach did not remember him. A 10th-grade English teacher whom he had listed as his favorite recalled the books they had read — “Lord of the Flies” and “The Old Man and the Sea” — but very little about young McVeigh beyond an impression of an unremarkable student.

"He was the quiet one," said the teacher, Coleen M. Conner. "A lot of the quiet ones are the ones who have ended up doing scary things. You never know what you have sitting in the classroom."

This is from a New York Times article about Timothy McVeigh published four days after he blew up a government building, killing 168 (including 19 children) and injuring 680. He committed the deadliest terror attack in US history aside from 9/11, and they still write about all the pleasant and positive qualities he had. Compare the above to this:

Michael Brown, 18, due to be buried on Monday, was no angel, with public records and interviews with friends and family revealing both problems and promise in his young life. Shortly before his encounter with Officer Wilson, the police say he was caught on a security camera stealing a box of cigars, pushing the clerk of a convenience store into a display case. He lived in a community that had rough patches, and he dabbled in drugs and alcohol. He had taken to rapping in recent months, producing lyrics that were by turns contemplative and vulgar. He got into at least one scuffle with a neighbor.

Michael Brown, who killed no one, who was murdered in cold blood in broad daylight, doesn’t get as positive treatment as the biggest killer in American history. White privilege is being granted humanity in life and in death, whether you’re a saint or a monster.

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Silence to mark the 100th anniversary of the death of last ever passenger pigeon

Conservationists will fall silent at noon today to mark the hundredth anniversary of the death of Martha, the last ever passenger pigeon – just as a new project is set up to bring the species back from the dead. 

The iconic clock will stop at Cincinnati Zoo, where Martha died in her cage on September 1, 1914, ending a demise that was so dramatic that it represents the most extreme extinction in modern history.

The North American passenger pigeon – or wild pigeon – was once so abundant it accounted for 40 per cent of the continent’s birds when Europeans first arrived in the 16th Century, and even by the 1860s it still accounted for one in four birds.

One flock in southern Ontario was reported to be a mile wide, 300 miles long, containing 3.5billion birds that took 14 hours to pass and eclipsed the sun from noon until nightfall.

However, in the following decades, messages sent across newly-installed telegraph lines enabled hunters to track the movements of a flock and set up ambushes in advance of its arrival, while the developing railroad made it easier to transport them to markets in the rapidly growing urban centres. The deforestation that resulted from agricultural and urban development also took its toll.

Less than 50 years later, not a single one of the multi-billion population remained.


if genitals don’t touch/aren’t touched in your fic, you had better not rate it anything higher than PG-13/Teen. R for violence my fucking ass. You’re not the MPAA, this isn’t a movie. if I walk into your R-rated fic and all they do is kiss a little, I’m going to curse your crops and come for your children like a fucking thief in the goddamn night.

I rated it R for the cannibalism. so much cannibalism.  and the cannibalism while still alive.

so yeah, coming for me in the night just meals you’re the meal that delivers itself…


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William Bratton: Investigate Ryo Oyamada's Death




Ryo Oyamada, a 24 year old student from Japan, was struck and killed by an NYPD vehicle in a hit & run.  Witnesses say the police car had no lights or sirens on and was going over 70 mph.  The released footage by NYPD was proven to be heavily altered in a cover-up, showing “lights” on the vehicle, when compared to footage from the NY Housing Authority on the same street with the same timestamp. 

On a personal note: I know that this will probably not be shared or reblogged very much, because Asians are not very prominent in American culture.  I understand this, because Asians (like me) are partially at fault for being so passive.  But I am begging you to please consider signing this petition out of human decency.  Ryo was just a student walking home, then struck by a nearly silent police cruiser going at excess speed, and the NYPD covered it up. 

Here is the side-by-side comparison of the released video footage, including updates from the case.  *Edit*  This article contains a link to a graphic video moments after the crash, showing the body of Ryo Oyamada and NY citizens yelling at the police.  Please advise, it is highly disturbing. 

And the following is an excerpt from the petition, which as of now only has 286 signatures.


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