Awoke this morning at about 2 in the morning to an absolutely huge crack of thunder. It sounded like a bomb, and I quickly looked out my window, towards town to see if there was a mushroom cloud - yes, it was that loud - and thankfully it was only a rather loud thunderstorm. Strange that a thunderstorm just comes along at that time of night though.
Woke up this morning to the news that US troops had found an 'unlisted' prison in Baghdad, with 173 prisoners, showing signs of torture and abuse. The US soldiers were only looking for one missing teenager, and found the prison underneath offices of the Iraqi Interior Ministry. Most of the prisoners were Sunni, and the suspicion is that one of the Shia militia, the Badr Brigade, ran the place. Physical abuse, signs of massive beatings, some prisoners paralysed, and skin peeled off various body parts for some others. Eww.
And then depressed myself further by reading the newspaper today. A man was killed in Kingaroy, just a couple hours north of Brisbane, in 2003 - he was doused in kerosene and set on fire. His so called 'best friend' did it, in what appears to have been a drunken argument. And it could have taken the guy up to an hour to die, including 'full thickness' third degree burns on his stomach. Fuckwit - and the guy who did it is pleading not guilty to murder, but is copping to manslaughter and misconduct with a corpse - ie, hitting the body with a shovel afterwards.
And then a bit of a tragic story. Blinking proto-tears away - no, I am NOT crying - when I read this story. A 57 year old Victorian man (Australian state, not Canadian city) was heading out to his backyard to feed the leftovers to the family dog, tripped over and slashed his throat on the broken plate. Paramedics were called, but there wasn't anything they could do with the massive blood loss.
It's bad enough with terrorism and the deteriorating environment and all, Big Picture ideas and such, but heading out to feed the dog and dying because of it - that is too close to home, too easy to imagine. My parents are about that age, and we do have a dog...
And then, to end the true crime and tragedy thing of the day, police and domestic violence groups are up in arms over in Western Australia with a guy who murdered his wife getting six and a half years jail time, eligible for parole in four. The guy beat his wife for three days with a belt and copper pipe because he thought she was having an affair, and then after she falsely confessed to the apparent fake affair, he killed her.
What on earth possesses people to murder? What goes wrong in their mind that suddenly violence against so called loved ones can suddenly seem sensible? I'm just pretty steamed at the moment about it all - sorry for all the negatives above.
I better sign off here, and do the happy happy post next - after all the true life crap above, it would be incongruous (big word of the day) to put positive things after it.
Pauly
Woke up this morning to the news that US troops had found an 'unlisted' prison in Baghdad, with 173 prisoners, showing signs of torture and abuse. The US soldiers were only looking for one missing teenager, and found the prison underneath offices of the Iraqi Interior Ministry. Most of the prisoners were Sunni, and the suspicion is that one of the Shia militia, the Badr Brigade, ran the place. Physical abuse, signs of massive beatings, some prisoners paralysed, and skin peeled off various body parts for some others. Eww.
And then depressed myself further by reading the newspaper today. A man was killed in Kingaroy, just a couple hours north of Brisbane, in 2003 - he was doused in kerosene and set on fire. His so called 'best friend' did it, in what appears to have been a drunken argument. And it could have taken the guy up to an hour to die, including 'full thickness' third degree burns on his stomach. Fuckwit - and the guy who did it is pleading not guilty to murder, but is copping to manslaughter and misconduct with a corpse - ie, hitting the body with a shovel afterwards.
And then a bit of a tragic story. Blinking proto-tears away - no, I am NOT crying - when I read this story. A 57 year old Victorian man (Australian state, not Canadian city) was heading out to his backyard to feed the leftovers to the family dog, tripped over and slashed his throat on the broken plate. Paramedics were called, but there wasn't anything they could do with the massive blood loss.
It's bad enough with terrorism and the deteriorating environment and all, Big Picture ideas and such, but heading out to feed the dog and dying because of it - that is too close to home, too easy to imagine. My parents are about that age, and we do have a dog...
And then, to end the true crime and tragedy thing of the day, police and domestic violence groups are up in arms over in Western Australia with a guy who murdered his wife getting six and a half years jail time, eligible for parole in four. The guy beat his wife for three days with a belt and copper pipe because he thought she was having an affair, and then after she falsely confessed to the apparent fake affair, he killed her.
What on earth possesses people to murder? What goes wrong in their mind that suddenly violence against so called loved ones can suddenly seem sensible? I'm just pretty steamed at the moment about it all - sorry for all the negatives above.
I better sign off here, and do the happy happy post next - after all the true life crap above, it would be incongruous (big word of the day) to put positive things after it.
Pauly
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