Tag Archives: Rape

Conversation With Myself

Bat­ting a head con­ti­nually against anything cau­ses the brain to waf­fle back and forth inside the skull. This can cause brui­sing, and repea­ted brui­sing can cause brain damage. I get it. What I’m not clear on is why we are having con­gres­sio­nal hea­rings about the situa­tion.
We strug­gle with making amend­ments to pre­vent rapists from

It’s Whoopi, Whoopi, on Rape, Rape

I love, love, seeing Whoopi ton­gue twis­ting her­self around this “it’s not rape, rape” sce­na­rio. Here she is trying to snag her­self a part in the next film of the “world famous huma­nist” Roman Polanski.

We have it correct. He drug­ged a 13 year old and plied her with cham­pagne. I’m not sure if that

Polanski, This Will Be Interesting.

Does a ga zillion years make a dif­fe­rence?
From the Inde­pen­dent:
“But in March 1977, Polanski, then aged 44, made the fate­ful mis­take that hangs on him to this day. He had been com­mis­sio­ned by Vogue Hom­mes to take a series of pho­to­graphs of ado­les­cent girls: he wan­ted to show them, he says in Roman, as “sexy,

Silence is the Enemy

A rare cross pos­ting from Dar­fur: An Unfor­gi­va­ble Hell on Earth.
There is clearly a debate as to whether all publi­city is good publi­city. We won’t get into that here, but I lean on the side of usually, with excep­tions. “Silence is Not Gol­den”. As I’ve writ­ten about the situa­tion in the Congo here many