The Brains Of The Operation
Two charged with robbery after pausing getaway to grab McDonald’s on the victim’s credit card.
No, really:
Last Sunday evening, November 17, a 28-year-old man told police that two people pinned him against a fence at 31st Street and King Drive while a third went through his pockets and took his wallet, according to a Chicago police report.
While the victim spoke with officers, he received an email notification that one of his stolen credit cards was being used at a McDonald’s. Knowing there was a “golden arches” on the corner of 35th and Indiana, the cops headed that way to see if they could find any suspects, the report said.
Happily, the hunch paid off:
As they pulled up, the officers noticed three people boarding a CTA bus who matched the descriptions provided by the victim… The cops said they pulled the bus over, and those three people fled out the back door. All three were detained nearby.
Justin Bradley and Marshawn Sampson, both 18-year-olds, face charges of robbery.
The ways in which the criminal mind differs from your own have been noted here before.
Let’s hope the judge gets mugged.
The nub of things:
Mia Hughes, here.
FTFY
Pity this poor man who faces the dilemma of being torn apart by a pack of feral dogs or losing free childcare. Because he knows what will happen if he makes the wrong choice.
Other Woman: “My fur baby is my real child!”
This Woman: “Hold my beer . . .”
So daring to disagree – or even just possibly disagreeing – results in “understandable fury,” an “existential” drama, and a basis for permanent shunning by your own family.
Are today’s words impulse control…?
In posts on crime, it would seem to be a recurring theme.
Look away now.
Any street named after Martin Luther King will be in a high crime area.
Half an hour to make a cuppa? I thought the whole point of air fryers was that they’re fast.
Apparently, Transport For London is advertising assisted suicide.
Very on-brand.
I mean, if anything, it’s a little too on-the-nose.
Off topic but regarding how things work…maybe this is just on my end, using Chrome on an iPad but (I think) since moving to the new web host I have noticed that clicking links, especially to X/Twitter, seems to either bring the link up in the current tab or, for some seemingly random reason, pop up a new tab. I notice that David’s links to X/Twit are more often/fairly consistent in staying within the same tab and thus hitting the back arrow brings me back here. Most, but I don’t think all other commenters’ links take me to a new tab.
Back on topic, I find it especially creepy that they used an attractive, healthy looking young woman, apparently in her pajamas, to use for the photo there. Especially as she seems to be jumping for joy. WTF is wrong with people?
LOL. God, I hated living in London.
Well, if London’s buses and Tube network were suddenly to be plastered with huge posters saying END IT ALL NOW, YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO, it wouldn’t be entirely inexplicable, or dissonant with the customer experience.
Apparently, Transport For London is advertising assisted suicide.
Looking at the ad, why do I hear Van Halen’s “Jump?” As in, right in front of the train pulling in?
Might as well jump . . . JUMP!
Welp, that just saved me the cost of a movie ticket . . .
For me, using Edge, external links (to X or whatever) open in a new tab, while internal links (to other posts here) open in the same tab, unless I choose ‘open link in new tab’. Which I always do, out of habit.
Ah, so that’s what acid reflux feels like.
Apparently, Transport For London is advertising assisted suicide.
I see, you can kill yourself, as long as you don’t have a cheeseburger, fries, and a Coke beforehand. Nothing like consistency.
I find it especially creepy that they used an attractive, healthy looking young woman, apparently in her pajamas, to use for the photo there.
Hey, at least it wasn’t a POC, that would have been racist to the max.
Given the farce played out with ‘Kayla Lemieux’, this conversation seems a bit late to the table.
Pass.
What do you bet the study was either irreproducible or debunked (if not both)?
Yes, your internal links stay in the same tab, but I just reverified this x.com link:
advertising assisted suicide.
and it stayed within the same tab. It’s no big deal per se but I find it odd. Back in the before-time when I wrote code there was an option that would be added (somewhere/how, my brain has purged all that knowledge) but it’s not something I would think non-coders would bother with because, why bother? Unless there was an obvious checkbox or something but not seeing such a thing and since you didn’t mention anything when I asked, I presume there isn’t one. The inconsistency is just rather…odd in that really-doesn’t-matter Truman Show kinda way.
30 min. to boil a single cup of water is just ridiculous.
Pass.
Hard pass.
The longstanding chief difference between myself and my “progressive” relatives was that I viewed their opinions as mistaken and harmful, while they viewed my opinions as evidence that I was evil. What’s more, they treated my concerns about suppression of conservative ideas with contempt and dissimulation.
I was at one time quite able to amiably get along with them, but that declined as their hostility eroded the family ties and as it became ever more clear what sort of harm they thought I should suffer.
WTP;
Once upon a time I might have thought the term “culture of death” was a little hyperbolic. No longer. This is sick stuff they’re normalizing.
I read the book back when it came out and I thought it was an enjoyable “alternative take” on the story back when that wasn’t being overdone, but it did leave a lingering tickle of unease in my mind. I don’t know how much the play and film are different from the book, but the book ends depressingly and tragically. Then I read his subsequent book Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister and everything became clear. Maguire’s MO is to uglify. To remove the beauty and magic from classic tales and leave you feeling grubby.
I won’t touch a thing he writes now.
It’s
MenCreatures on Film. But less enjoyable.The kids are alright. Well some of them anyway.
[ Fixes utterly up-buggered link, wipes bar nonchalantly. ]
No, please, don’t applaud. It’s all part of the service.
[ Mutters under breath. ]
Yes but air fryers push around dry air and this person wanted moist tea.
[ Cooks basa fillets in air fryer. ]
Nommy-nommy-nom.
Apparently, Elon Musk is planning to rape Mars.
They seem to be giving it quite a push.
I’m pretty sure Mars is willing.
Wouldn’t it be easier to just not live in London?
Heh.
Not sorry.
It’s a bit comforting to see the word used correctly even if in service of lunatic raving.
[…] more equal than others.
A not unfair suspicion.
Meow.
Every now and then I encounter university philosophers who insist that Moon rocks have consciousness and natural rights, and that any mining of minerals is thus a form of genocide.
True story: Neo pagans told me that the Moon and Earth are god and goddess, and every day when the Moon sets it is actually descending make love to (copulate with) the Earth. Much indignation when I asked how long was the Moon’s dong and why nobody ever saw it (much less felt the seismic tremors), and how to explain the fact that the time the Moon sets depends on where on Earth the observer stands. Angry accusations of “scientism”.
pst314: “True story: Neo pagans told me…” where do you meet these people? The worst thing about the internet is that the crazies can find each other.
Don’t expect this to turn out well.
It was the SCA. Lots of pagans, lots of misfits, lots of borderline personalities, etc.
I haven’t had much contact for decades, and sometimes wonder what they’re up to.
I stayed very far away from those people. My assumption was that they didn’t bathe. Well, except for the one when you’re born and the one when you die.
Most SCA people did bathe, although there were some with appalling personal hygiene and housekeeping. But then, I’ve met fans who were just as bad. I could tell stories, but “don’t shake hands, don’t accept any food, and for God’s sake don’t kiss” should suffice.
And it’s not just the fans: Famous 50’s writer Cyril Kornbluth reportedly had green teeth. Theodore Sturgeon reportedly would answer the door naked and would scratch his balls while making handmade paella.
Some of these people could be quite interesting, as they knew a great deal about all sorts of obscure topics. But eventually the personality defects tended to degrade the value of interacting.
And come to think of it, Steve Jobs reportedly did not bathe.
Some of these people could be quite interesting, as they knew a great deal about all sorts of obscure topics.
I worked for a guy like this. He was a creative type. Graphic artist. Didn’t use deodorant. Didn’t brush his teeth. Claimed that, “Chicks dig it.” This was the 90s. He had long greasy hair. Dressed like a flake and had some pretty weird beliefs. I didn’t last long at his company–six months–before I’d had enough.
I’m sure there are some people like that. Napoleon reportedly once messaged Josephine “Am coming home. Don’t bathe.”
I did notice that for all their talk about maximum tolerance, anyone who actually dressed well would feel and even be made to feel out of place.
The demand for tolerance included the expectation that one never question weird beliefs such as aura reading, horoscopes, and so on.
Peaceful, meaningful deaths will be the next social contagion among teenaged girls.
Oh, come on. That’s footage from a futuristic dystopian movie. Next, you’ll tell me they’re releasing dangerous criminals from prison to make room for speech criminals and neglecting to punish child molesters.
Oh dear. About that . . .
Care for a spot of whisky in your tea?
I forgot to write: One problem with these fan cultures is that although they provide a comforting haven for the immature and the socially maladjusted, this same culture fails to foster maturation and growth. Partly through a lack of good role models but also through a tendency to welcome and praise defects of all sorts. In fact, criticizing such defects is sometimes attacked as “intolerance”. Quite a waste.
Come breakfast time the updates to this thread may require a spot of coffee in my whiskey.
I seriously question whether these pit bull owners really don’t know. Far more likely that they “don’t know” the same way leftists “don’t know” about what their ideas lead to.
I think we’ll give that one a post of its own. Comments that-a-way.
Or be easily identified, exploited and weaponized all while remaining anonymous.
Evergreen: ‘I can’t breathe. Please, let me go. Please, let me go. I can’t breathe. Somebody give me some water. I can’t breathe.’
Ah yes. From hard experience, if you genuinely can’t breathe you can’t carry on at length about your problem, and I promise, a serving of water is the last thing you might think of asking for. These are genuinely awful people.
I had a brief acquaintance with them when I still thought they had anything to do with medieval history. An actual conversation:
SCAdian1: Look at this bookplate I found! OMG so beautiful, I wonder where it’s from?
SCAdian 2: Well, based on my studies that looks like Anglo-Saxon dress, I’d say 11th or 12th century
Me: According to the shelfmark in the corner it’s from a 15th c. hagiography of St. Eugenie in France.
SCAdian 3: Blue hands?? Some kind of monster?? A troll??
Me: Those are gloves.
Once again, the Geek Social Fallacies are not fallacies per se, they’re descriptions of how children socialize. Retarded emotional development is a hallmark of many such subcultures.
Thanks for reminding me of them and that website.
In re Geek Social Fallacies: respectable views at the link, but I’m always cautious when:
people with otherwise normal names insist on Garlicizing them. No need for talkin’ a whole lot of Garlic what nobody can make out.
Chicago is a spectacularly unsafe place, particularly in the gang-ridden south side. Here’s a danger map of Chicago.
https://crimegrade.org/safest-places-in-chicago-il/
About a block and a half west of the Lake, at 31st Street, there’s a bright red spot in a dangerous park. Chicago is laid out in a grid, so it’s easy to figure out exactly where it is.
The south side of Chicago has always been this way. The real problem is that in recent years, regulations have changed. Criminals are let out of the jails without bail. Police are forbidden from chasing in many situations, although I don’t understand exactly how that works. Almost no robberies end in prison time. As a result, the danger in the south side has spread to the rest of the city.
Chicago went crazy during the George Floyd riots. Gangs rampaged through Michigan Avenue and State Street, robbing the stores without any fear of repercussions. Shooting and robberies and gangs now operate in areas that always felt completely safe before.
I live out in the suburbs, and I don’t go downtown very often anymore. I’m waiting for a mayor to come in who is more concerned about the well-being of the City than the well-being of the subgroup of people who prey upon everyone else.
Looks generally accurate, except for how the entirety of O’Hare Airport and various suburban forest preserves are marked bright red highly dangerous.
Sliding up to Milwaukee, I think I’ll agree with the orange strip along the lakefront north of downtown, as I have witnessed disorder and crime, and the presence of many “dubious” looking people–although this used to be a very safe area and the property values are pretty high. But again, I question the orange and red area on the lakefront north of Milwaukee county: Really? Including the Audubon nature preserve? I don’t know, but have serious doubts.
The observations are solid and have been borne out by decades (the original site was published in 1997) but the conclusions are wrong. Wilson presents them as fallacies, errors in reasoning about relationships, when what they really are is retarded emotional development.
An awful lot of “geek” or “nerd” social dysfunction can be explained by the core thesis that these people are much more neurotic and/or reactive than average, and deliberately seek out interests and social groupings where ambiguity, uncertainty and confrontation are minimized.
Not unusual: when my late wife’s purse was stolen, first thing the thieves did was head for Mickey D’s, where they bought Cokes just to make sure the card was good. When it worked, they then rushed off to Dick’s Sporting Goods to charge 500 dollars worth of sneakers, which didn’t work after one of the young black male was challenged on the likelihood of his first name actually being Christiana.
On the way to Dick’s, the supergenius had tossed a $1000 purse and $700 wallet out the car window onto somebody’s lawn, who later found my wife’s driver license in the wallet and contacted us.