Timelies, from a Buffista who apparently woke up in the 1930's South this morning.
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Someone is burning crosses and leaving Klan literature about in my town. In fact, one of the cross burnings took place about two miles from where I live.
I am wigged.
Someone is burning crosses and leaving Klan literature about in my town. In fact, one of the cross burnings took place about two miles from where I live.
Ho-lee crap. Yeah. The church is about half a mile from me.
Let's hope the crimestoppers reward does its magic and they catch the assholes. And bitch-slap them back into the 21st century.
Hopefully it's the work of one insano loner, and not representative of a movement or trend.
If that makes sense....
I'm closer to the MLK site (and I doubt the "Martin Luther King Blvd." location was a fluke), but yeah. I'm heading out to lunch with some coworkers in a few minutes, and I expect we'll share a hearty round of WTF over it all.
Alias: I also jumped and shrieked a tiny bit at the end. It was basically
Vaughn:
My name's not Michael Vaughn.
Me: Oh my God, Holy shi--
then, suddenly
Truck crashes into car
Me: HOLY SHIT!!
Freaky, Calli (and amych)!
Alias: The
Danny notion
is a thing
of beauty.
Any person that
hasn't seen
the first
show where Danny is murdered
must acquire
this episode.
It
explains
so much
of the Syd/Sloane dynamic.
Sorry for the slash.
Ick Calli and amych. Between this and Aimee's link yesterday I'm feeling more than a little sick.
To distract us all from the real world, here is a Peregrine Falcon cam