Benazir Bhutto, who at one time had my vote for best looking head of State, is dead. Assassinated in her beloved Pakistan. All hell will now break lose. It's good to see that both India and Pakistan have nuclear arsenals—makes me feel warm all over. Expect a blast in your neighborhood anytime soon.
Parents, estranged, are fighting over the right to unplug their daughter, the quicker to begin a lawsuit against the hospital. So much for playing with her brain. You turned it off.
A tiger managed to get out and maul a bystander to death, and carve up another 2 as well. It was a big day for tiger rights. Later news opines that the tiger may have been goaded. How cool would it be to be known as 'the guy who got eaten by the tiger'? You'd have to inscribe it on the headstone wouldn't you—people looking through the tombstones are going to have to be so impressed, I know I would be.
A circus elephant apparently managed to fall on a handler and kill him, although there seems to be some dispute over whether he died of a heart attack before of after (the guy, not the elephant). Dead, however, is still dead. You'd think the elephant would remember if he sat on someone though—wouldn't he? So, no ones knows; did he sit on a live body or a dead body seems to be the only question.
I decide that having a realtor's licence might be a good idea as the news breaks that US housing is in a ever increasing slump for the 10th month in a row.
I finally discover what the icon of an open jar with numbers on it, found on most products, but more importantly appearing on my shampoo bottles (yes, Mildred, it's true, hair or not I still use shampoo) is. Shelf life after opening. I seriously have been trying to find the meaning of that. Now I know. It's the European symbol if you're wondering.
Thanks to Bush's disastrous foreign policy, the next president will inherit a nation whose power and prestige have been severely eroded.
LA Times Editorial
Six members of a family are shot to death by a daughter and her lover. Now, that's spectacular really isn't it? Shot the lot of them. Amazing stuff. I do love a good drop of madness.
An ex copper is fingered for the disappearance of his third wife. No one can find her. But, where is the blue barrel? Where is the body?
Even more blunders by the CIA are uncovered, painting the organisation as a seriously failed institution that should have been thrown out years ago. It appears they won't go.
George W Bush, failed politico, allows a budget bill worth $550 billion, just so long as there's plenty left for the Iraq 'situation'. Calls for Bush's execution go unheeded.
As I write a 15 year old Latino boy is gunned down in Hollywood. Life goes on.
A Long Island man was freed, 17 years after being possibly wrongly convicted of murdering his parents. Large slice of life missing there. Suitable lawyers are being employed.
The space shuttle fuel gauge is buggered and they don't seem to be able to fix it. Remember to shut the door before you launch.
If I could just remember the reason for this post...
Fact is, there is really a lot of weird shit going on, and it doesn't stop for Christmas. We're going to have to take Christmas back. It's broken.
But, it's raining, and we're in a drought.