Edwin Ramos is charged with murdering a father and two sons on a San Francisco street last month. It appears that Mr. Ramos, now 21, “benefited from the city’s long-standing practice of shielding illegal immigrant juveniles who committed felonies from possible deportation.”
Found this little gem in a vintage true crime magazine (circa oldentimes):
A 23-year-old journalist and college student has been sentenced to death by an Afghan court for publicly questioning the sexist practices of Islam. According to court records, Sayed Perwiz Kambakhsh posed blasphemous questions in class and distributed an article in the same vein, to which the sick bastard added two — or possibly THREE — paragraphs elaborating his own concerns about Muslim oppression of women.
Since his sentence in January, an international outcry has persuaded the judge to allow Kambakhsh to appeal his conviction. Seems fair seeing as he had no legal representation at his trial.. but it’s been understandably difficult digging up a lawyer with the cojones to represent this kid.
So far the appeal has consisted of a pro se statement in which Kambakhsh argued that pursuit of truth is man’s highest calling, and thoughtful debate is the best method for illuminating reality. Is Islam so delicate that it must be protected from scrutiny? If our aim is truth (rather than bolstering traditional paradigms at the cost of reason), then we should have no qualms about careful examination of ideas and beliefs. Light doesn’t make truth different, it merely makes it visible.
Or at least I’m pretty sure that’s what he meant to say. But, perhaps after passing the gallows on his way into court, his appeal actually went a little more like this:
[Kambakhsh] rejected accusations from some of his classmates and teachers, that he had insulted Islam and the Koran and had distributed an article which said Prophet Mohammad had ignored the rights of women. “As a Muslim … I never allow myself to do such a thing. These are totally lies,” he told the court.
If there is, I don’t wanna know about it.
Megan Meier: In 2006, when she was 13 years old, Megan hung herself in her bedroom closet after receiving a cruel message from her Myspace crush. Her dad later saw it on the screen.. 16-year-old Josh Evans had told Megan the world would be a better place without her. Ouch, baby.
Lori Drew: Megan’s ex-friend’s 48-year-old mom. She heard Megan was saying nasty stuff about her kid, so she invented “Josh Evans” and created a profile for him on Myspace. The plan was to gain Megan’s trust and “find out what she thought about [Lori's daughter] and about other people,” per the police report. Right now she’s neck-and-neck with Britney Spears for Mother of the Year.
Ashley Grills: A 19-year-old temp employed by Lori Drew. She appeared on Good Morning America to defend herself against Lori’s assertion that the shenanigans were all her idea. Per Ashley, Lori was the instigator, even suggesting they could set up a meeting between Josh and Megan at the mall, then show up to laugh at her.
What happened: Megan’s parents found her in her closet, the message from “Josh” still on her computer screen. They had no inkling Josh wasn’t real until six weeks after Megan’s death. The Meiers and Drews lived in the same neighborhood, and eventually word leaked. The Drews became pariahs (my mom says that’s different than piranhas but sometimes I get them mixed up since both are things you don’t want to be around) and a target of self-righteous vandals.
Against the advice of neighbors, Lori and her husband 
Curt went to the Meiers’ house to “explain” and when they weren’t let in, started banging on the doors. On Thanksgiving. Click the report if you have weak eyes. (It’s okay, nobody’s recording your IP address and selling information indicating corneal defects to your health insurance provider at a tidy profit.)
Local law enforcement didn’t press charges for the Myspace incident because they felt that technically, no crime had been committed. But federal authorities became involved and, in unprecedented precedent, Lori Drew is now facing prosecution for violating Myspace terms of service by creating a false account.
Rob McKenna sez: “The Bill of Rights is part of this complete breakfast!”
Watch out America. The feds are coming after you for that Facebook account you made for the pair of mules in the muddy corral off 228th St in Canyon Park. It’s all fun and games until somebody gets indicted.
[Note: To be fair, you could have made a separate account for each mule; combining them is indicative of your maturity and restraint.]
Though Kenyan marathon runner Wesly Ngetich was able to earn some money from his success as a runner, he told his agent that he only had 150 cows and would need at least 1000 to be considered a big man in his village. In January his life and career were cut short when he was killed by an arrow from a neighboring tribe out to avenge a murder allegedly committed by someone in Ngetich’s tribe.
For generations, Africa has experienced turmoil and violence aggravated by political corruption, tribal rivalries, Western imperialism and endemic poverty. Seeing as the United States has given $650 billion in aid since 1960, and additional moolah flows in piecemeal from other charitable countries (and France), I guess I’d expect to see better results. I want to see Africans celebrated for economic ingenuity, technological advancement, agricultural productivity… you know, something besides running really fast.
But whatever. The point is, when I read that a marathon-running Kenyan who measures wealth in heads of cattle was killed by a member of a rival tribe with a handmade bow and arrow, I can’t help but wonder whether we’re hauling our leaky sacks of bullion down a road paved with good intentions.
Perhaps in lieu of financial aid we should instead provide the continent with more humane murder weapons, like guns. What’s that you say? We already have? Oh. Well I guess it just goes to show you, you can lead a horse to the mall, but you can’t make it accessorize.
R.I.P. Court TV
It’s gone forever. Let’s observe a moment of silence in remembrance of Court TV. … Okay, I think that’s long enough.
Ah, memories! We had some good times together, didn’t we? I first got to know the niche cable network during the O.J. Simpson trial, and our relationship grew as we traversed the rocky terrain of the U.S. criminal justice system. Arm in arm, we blithely explored every corner of Neverland Ranch, momentarily pausing to pet a friendly passing giraffe. Court TV bravely continued to discuss the plight of Mary Kay Letourneau ad nauseum in the face of complete audience disinterest, and willingly provided a grateful Scott Peterson with countless hours of face time.
But then things took a turn for the worse. Following in the footsteps of MTV, Court TV moved progressively further from its original focus and sunk into the formless abyss of dramatic bumper music and crappy reality shows. Court TV is now TRU, a new reality show network. It’s your #1 source for 24-hour all-abyss programming.
I admit it: I dislike Myspace. But I don’t loathe it more than any other faddish social networking site. I can actually smell stale beer and vomit emanating from Facebook, and though I’m not totally clear on the details, I’m pretty sure browsing Myspace spreads venereal disease.
But Tom didn’t deserve this. He just wanted everyone to be his friend… is that so wrong? I don’t know who committed this atrocious crime, but there’s no shortage of suspects.
For example, me. I’ve made it pretty clear I don’t like Myspace. I can’t deny it, it’s in the first paragraph, right there in black and white. Also I have no alibi for the murder since no matter what night it took place, I can almost guarantee you I was home, alone, counting my money. And then putting it in penny rolls so the bank lady won’t get mad at me.
Another suspect is This Guy (right). I can’t quite make out his face, but word is he was recently seen in the vicinity of the internet. Clearly he has an ax to grind with Tom… but so do many other 14-year-old Hot Topic customers with twenty bucks of t-shirt money burning a hole in their pocket-protector protected pockets.
The plot thickens.
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