I can’t stand him. He’s the Reasonable Face of Wingnuttery, wrong about almost everything, but selling it in that “reasonable” package. So no, this does not surprise me even a little.
Big turnout of 35,000 in D.C.
UPDATE: Baldwin denies it.
I’m sure this will have the crazies in their usual tizzy.
I can’t read beyond the first few paragraphs, it’s too upsetting to read what we do to people here in the “civilized” United States of America.
When Jack Powers arrived at maximum-security federal prison in Atlanta in 1990 after a bank robbery conviction, he had never displayed symptoms of or been treated for mental illness. Still in custody a few years later, he witnessed three inmates, believed to be members of the Aryan Brotherhood gang, kill another inmate. Powers tried to help the victim get medical attention, and was quickly transferred to a segregated unit for his safety, but it didn’t stop the gang’s members from quickly threatening him.
Not then. And certainly not after Powers testified (not once but twice) for the federal government against the assailants. The threats against him continued and Powers was soon transferred to a federal prison in Pennsylvania, where he was threatened even after he was put into protective custody. By this time, Powers had developed insomnia and anxiety attacks and was diagnosed by a prison psychologist as suffering from Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder.
Instead of giving Powers medicine, or proper mental health therapy, officials transferred him yet again, this time to another federal prison in New Jersey. There, Powers was informed by officials that he would be removed from a witness protection program and transferred back into the prison’s general population. Fearing for his life, Powers escaped. When he was recaptured two days later he was sent to ADX-Florence, part of a sprawling prison complex near Florence, Colorado often referred to as “ADX” or Supermax,” America’s most famous and secure federal prison.
From there, things got worse. The Supermax complex, made up of different secure prison units and facilities, is laden with members of the Brotherhood and Powers was no safer than he had been anywhere else. Over and over again he was threatened at the Colorado prison. Over and over again he injured or mutilated himself in response. Over and over again he was transferred to federal government’s special mental health prison facility in Missouri, diagnosed with PTSD, and given medication. Over and over again that medication was taken away when he came back to Supermax.
As he sits today in Supermax, Powers had amputated his fingers, a testicle, his scrotum and his earlobes, has cut his Achilles tendon, and had tried several times to kill himself. Those tattoos you see? Powers had none until 2009, when he started mutilating with a razor and carbon paper. He did much of this — including biting off his pinkie and cutting skin off his face — in the Control Unit at ADX while prison officials consistently refused to treat his diagnosed mental illness. Rules are rules, prison officials told him, and no prisoners in that unit were to be given psychotropic medicine no matter how badly they needed it.
Fluorescent lights really do suck the life out of you. In some jobs, I actually brought in my own lamp, I couldn’t take it.
Damn, he’s getting old!
Aren’t we tired of this yet? Will anything ever get done?
CHICAGO — An 18-year-old Chicago woman was killed the same day her sister had sat on the stage behind President Barack Obama, listening to him push for gun control legislation.
Janay Mcfarlane was shot once in the head around 11:30 p.m. Friday in North Chicago, Lake County Coroner Thomas Rudd told the Chicago Sun-Times (). Mcfarlane, a mother of a 3-month-old boy, was in the Chicago suburb visiting friends and family.
North Chicago police said two people are being questioned in connection with Mcfarlane’s death, but no charges have been filed.
“I really feel like somebody cut a part of my heart out,” Angela Blakely, Mcfarlane’s mother, said.
Blakely said the bullet that killed Mcfarlane was meant for a friend.
Charlie Pierce with the play by play:
Meanwhile, after pondering why the Times lets the janitorial staff sneak in and edit parts of the newspaper, we begin this week with Disco Dave’s Disco Dance Party. Now, we are often tough on the Dancin’ Master here, and we will get around to it again because he continues to have an economics crush on Carly (Clean Getaway) Fiorina, but, before we get around to the weekly accounting of his customary gobshitery, we have to throw him some props. His staff somehow having managed to pry the reclusive John McCain out of his desert cloister, Gregory nearly got McCain’s cranium to detonate. The topic, inevitably, was Benghazi, BENGHAZI!, BENGHAZI!!!!111111, and the Dancin’ Master finally got around to asking the simple question of what in the hell McCain has been bellowing about for the last five months.
“I’m asking you, a cover up of what?”
And, well, boom goes the cerebellum.
“Do you care, David? Do you care, David? I’m asking you, do you care whether four Americans died? The reasons for that? And shouldn’t people be held accountable for the fact that four Americans died, including a very dear man?”
Far be it from me to correct the grammar of an elderly gentleman who’s clearly in the middle of an “episode,” but is McCain implying here that the other three Americans killed in the attack on the embassy were not “very dear men”? What does McCain mean by this? Why does he care less about the other three people who were killed? Why are they not “very dear” to him? THE AMERICAN PEOPLE DEMAND ANSWERS TO THIS!!!!!!!!
One might think that this would be enough for the bookers to lose McCain’s phone number for a while, until tempers cool and the dosages are adjusted. I am not optimistic that this will be the case, however.
I was trying to get an additional closet built on the other side of an alcove in my bedroom (I don’t actually have one, but my parents did), and someone promised to build one for me, but abandoned it when they barely started. Then I walk back in the room to discover that my father arranged to have my brother complete it, and it’s almost finished.