221021 10:08 – is it interesting, peeps?
… the format, not the content. I know most of you could care less about what I post, and probably rarely read it. But what is the consensus on the new format? Is it not too confusing with so many comments, or do you prefer it? I will be posting again tomorrow (Saturdays and Wednesdays are the goal and if I neglect to get one up, the post will stay until the next time.) Between the Saturday-Wednesday-Saturday posting schedule, I may stack posts within the same post, like I did below.
Thoughts?
221018 09:30 – Benazir Bhutto
Another woman, another assassination.
Benazir Bhutto was a two-time prime minister of the country of Pakistan (1988–90 and 1993–96). She was the first woman leader of a Muslim nation in modern history. She followed in her father’s footsteps after he too was assassinated.
In 1999 Bhutto and her husband—a controversial businessman and senator jailed since 1996 on a variety of charges—were both convicted of corruption by a Lahore court, a decision overturned by the Supreme Court in 2001 because of evidence of governmental interference. Bhutto did not achieve political accommodation with Gen. Pervez Musharraf’s seizure of power in a 1999 coup d’état. Her demands that the charges against her and her husband be dropped were denied, undercutting negotiations with the Musharraf government regarding a return to the country from her self-imposed exile. Facing standing arrest warrants should she return to Pakistan, Bhutto remained in exile in London and Dubai from the late 1990s.
Shortly before Musharraf’s reelection to the presidency, amid unresolved discussions of a power-sharing deal between Bhutto and Musharraf’s military regime, he finally granted Bhutto a long-sought amnesty for the corruption charges brought against her by the Sharif administration. The Supreme Court challenged Musharraf’s right to grant the amnesty, however, criticizing it as unconstitutional.
Nevertheless, in October 2007 Bhutto returned to Karachi from Dubai after eight years of self-imposed exile. Celebrations marking her return were marred by a suicide attack on her motorcade, in which numerous supporters were killed.
Bhutto was assassinated in December of that year in a similar attack while campaigning for upcoming parliamentary elections.
Bhutto’s autobiography, Daughter of the East, was published in 1988 (also published as Daughter of Destiny, 1989); she also wrote Reconciliation: Islam, Democracy, and the West, which was published posthumously in 2008.
motorcade
221015 10:13 – Margaretha Zelle
The little Dutch girl with a storied history. She was also known as Mata Hari.
She was executed on this day in France in the year 1917 by firing squad for espionage. This is alleged to be a photograph taken at that event:
This was taken on the day she was arrested in February of 1917. She was 40 years old. She died at 41.
Scholars say she was mostly likely innocent and was used as a scapegoat by the French for war propaganda.
In 1917, France had been badly shaken by the Great Mutinies of the French Army in the spring of 1917 following the failure of the Nivelle Offensive together with a huge strike wave, and at the time many believed that France might simply collapse as a result of war exhaustion. In July 1917, a new government under Georges Clemenceau had come into power, utterly committed to winning the war. In this context, having one German spy on whom everything that went wrong with the war so far could be blamed was most convenient for the French government, making Mata Hari the perfect scapegoat, which explains why the case against her received maximum publicity in the French press, and led to her importance in the war being greatly exaggerated.[30] The Canadian historian Wesley Wark stated in a 2014 interview that Mata Hari was never an important spy and just made a scapegoat for French military failures which she had nothing to do with, stating: “They needed a scapegoat and she was a notable target for scapegoating.”[31] Likewise, the British historian Julie Wheelwright stated: “She really did not pass on anything that you couldn’t find in the local newspapers in Spain.”[31] Wheelwright went on to describe Zelle as “… an independent woman, a divorcee, a citizen of a neutral country, a courtesan and a dancer, which made her a perfect scapegoat for the French, who were then losing the war. She was kind of held up as an example of what might happen if your morals were too loose.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mata_Hari
A harlot? Yes, but a traitoress, never!
— Phrase attributed to Mata Hari during the trial.
Thank you for reading today's post. Have an InterStellar Day! ~PrP
Just another example of men using a woman and then chucking her aside when her perceived usefulness is over. Thanks for the peep into history.
Every time I tell a man about all of the personal safety precautions I take, he looks at me like I am crazy. Every time I tell a woman she tells me a horror story and gives me a new safety behavior to add to my list.
Always lock the doors as soon as you get in the car. A stranger tried to get in through my passenger door once.
I can’t tell you how many times I have been at a friend’s hanging out in the back yard and noticed that they keep their gardening implements right outside the back door. One friend leaves their freakin’ machete there. I presume because they want to make it easier for someone to break in and kill them. My point is, outside security is important too. Don’t make it convenient for anyone to bust down your door or remove a window.
My dad taught me this when I first got my license decades ago. That and when you stop at a light, always make sure you can see the bottom of the rear tires, of the car in front of you. This means you have enough space to get the hell out of there if someone starts to try and get into your car, or some other shit goes down.
If someone comes running to your* car for help, don’t unlock your doors / open your window to talk to them. First make sure everything is kosher before helping.
Forgot to do this once. I was beaten and raped for 2 hours and tossed out in the pouring rain at 4 in the morning in Atlanta Georgia. I crawled bleeding and naked to an all night diner. I hid in a bathroom stall
A generous woman called her daughter for some clothes and she took me to a hospital. They sent me to the police who immediately asked me what I was wearing before as if it was my fault.
I had worn a tux. Lol completely covered. I was 21 years old. I had only left my work shift to go home after 8 hours of dealing with drunk men while working a 5-star jazz bar. This was in the 80s.
I learned later (about 5 years later) to go fucking nuts. Go crazy. Smash your own damn head with whatever you got handy. I had eggs at the time and a milk carton. The 3 guys ran. I made it home because they don’t like crazy. Don’t be nice. Nice will get you killed.
I’m so sorry you experienced this. I hope you were able to get some help to get you through this.
I agree about going nuts. My mother and I have talked about this many times. Don’t be nice or beg for them to let you go – that never works because they love having that control. Scream, act crazy, punch the air…anything to get attention so they will want to leave you alone. Don’t be an easy prey.
If I need to stop and check my phone when I’m out on the street, I make sure that my back is to a wall. That way no one can sneak up behind me when I’m not paying as much attention to my surroundings.
I usually enter a store or building to look at my phone.
If there is no such option, I do the same as you.
Also dont keep your phone on your Hands. Put It in your purse or pocket. When its in your Hands its easier to steal and you cant react / defend yourself as well (even If you, like, fall on your on your ass, lol)
If you have an apple watch or phone and haven’t done this already, I recommend having at least one trusted person you have your location shared with. Not even just for dangerous people but it could make a difference in a car accident or something too. I close at night at least once a week and know if I run behind and don’t say anything my boyfriend and mom will check in to make sure I’m ok when they see I haven’t left yet. Gives me a little piece of mind. God forbid I was attacked or crashed in a ditch or something, it would be noticed that something is wrong.
I learned this at a self-defense seminar years ago. Now, locking the doors is muscle memory the second I sit down. I also re-programmed my car NOT to auto unlock when parked.
Also, when you unlock the car, only click once unless you have a passenger. Someone can get in from the other side before you have a chance to even fully get into the car and lock the doors.
Cars that your doors unlock when you put it in park….need a “get around” or taken off the market.
That has always been my biggest fear with our old car. As soon as you put in park it unlocked all the doors. I hated driving it or my daughter’s driving it at night.
Keep your windows rolled up at a drive through. I once had a man try to crawl through my driver side window at a Taco Bell. I was blocked in and couldn’t move my car at all
Now for something different, a poor lady got in my car because was exactly like the one her husband had and I was parked on n the next place, she had a panic attack wenn said “excuse me, I think you are in the wrong car”.
Pour/open your own drinks at house parties. Or bring your own bottles and only drink from them, depending on practicality and your preferred sauce.
And keep your drink with you until it’s gone.
Yes, this is something you always hear. I didn’t believe it was that much of a risk, and I was a poor student so I accepted a drink. I was drugged, dragged out to the alley, and when he found out I had my period, he put his lit cigarette out in my chest and kicked me in the ribs. My friends found me hours later, naked and sick.
If your drink tastes salty or soapy, find a trusted person and tell them you may have been drugged. GHB is colorless and odorless but it does have a salty/soapy taste that can be easily masked by your drink.
When someone makes your drink, pay attention to the bottles they use. It’s easy to mask GHB in bottles of simple syrup, bitters, etc.
If you’re drugged with GHB, you’ll feel and appear highly intoxicated. Balance issues, slurred speech, lowered inhibitions. Perfect situation for a knight in shining armor to swoop in and “make sure you get home safe.” Make it a habit to keep a mental tally of how many drinks you’ve had in a night vs. how drunk you feel. If you find yourself feeling/acting extremely drunk after 2-3 drinks, take it very seriously. Vocalize it to the people around you. Say things like “I don’t feel right. Was I watching my drink? This isn’t normal.”
Finally, a predator on a cruise ship is like a kid in a candy store. Watch your drink.
Ok gonna lay it all out on top, I’m a burly dude with a penchant for booze, 5’7″, 250lbs, built like a fantasy dwarf out of a Tolkien book. These days it takes a full 12 pack and a 750 of 100 proof liquor to lay me out, and even then I’m still conscious, just wasted.
The one time I’ve ever vomited, got the spins, and full blacked out from alcohol was at a house party(of folks I didn’t know) where I played a single round of beer pong. My teammate was my group’s DD so I drank for two, but it was still barely filled cups of bud light and I think by the end I had maybe consumed 3 full beers worth.
The team playing before us was a pair of young girls and I’m convinced I caught the ass end of something dropped in those cups. To this day I hope those girls had some friends keeping an eye on them.
TLDR drugging drinks is very real and if you play beer pong, do it with water in the cups and drink from your own drink
Don’t even swivel and look away from your drink if there’s someone you don’t know well at your table/near you. Not even kidding.
Do not accept drinks from strangers. Or, at least, do not drink them.
Don’t trust anyone, even your friends with your drinks. My sister had a friend that had drugged her drink so she started wildly hallucinating cause she joked that she wanted to trip one time. She was then bullying her saying “Why are you crying? You said you wanted to trip?” She was like genuinely confused why she was upset that she drugged her friend. People are stupid.
If your drink tastes salty or soapy, find a trusted person and tell them you may have been drugged. GHB is colorless and odorless but it does have a salty/soapy taste that can be easily masked by your drink.
When someone makes your drink, pay attention to the bottles they use. It’s easy to mask GHB in bottles of simple syrup, bitters, etc.
If you’re drugged with GHB, you’ll feel and appear highly intoxicated. Balance issues, slurred speech, lowered inhibitions. Perfect situation for a knight in shining armor to swoop in and “make sure you get home safe.” Make it a habit to keep a mental tally of how many drinks you’ve had in a night vs. how drunk you feel. If you find yourself feeling/acting extremely drunk after 2-3 drinks, take it very seriously. Vocalize it to the people around you. Say things like “I don’t feel right. Was I watching my drink? This isn’t normal.”
Finally, a predator on a cruise ship is like a kid in a candy store. Watch your drink.
I honestly would not have done this on a cruise. Thank you
Buddy of mine took a shot from a girl on a cruise, she said some guy bought it for her but she didn’t want it, he shoots it back and his next memory is waking up with a pounding headache half in the bed in his cabin, half in the bathroom. Cruises are fucking terrifying
Text a good friend a picture of yourself in the outfit you’re wearing when going out on a date. Plus tell this same person where you’re going and with whom you’re meeting. Even have that person call you on that date to make sure that he knows someone is checking in on you. And perhaps take a selfie with him and text it to your friend. Make sure he sees you do this. A girl can never be too cautious.
fuck, I would have never thought of any of those.
I still remember this one time we were leaving the club and this poor, very drunk girl was just flailing around and crying and some guy was trying to get her to leave with him. I went to her and asked her where her friends were. They left her there by herself, I told her she has shitty friends and I’m taking her home (I’m a woman.) The guy kept trying to get her to go with him and tried to argue with me. I told him that he can walk away and I’ll take her home or we are going to argue this in front of the cops. Although, the cops wouldn’t have done anything, but it got him to leave.
Women should always be helping each other and some people really need better friends. But I think it’s easy for me to step up because I’m not really scared of pissing someone off and I can fight and have no problem fighting a man if it comes to that and it’s understandable if others aren’t comfortable stepping up.
Went to a concert last weekend, went to the bathroom. Came back drank my beer, don’t remember anything till the next day. Went to the Dr, ghb. Not a joke. If my boyfriend wouldn’t have been there who knows what would have happened. He thought I was drunk, after two beers. I was trying to pick up other people’s blankets and stuff that I would never have done if I was cognizant.
People, don’t leave your drinks. I had it happen to me in my twenties, and I knew better. But my drink was tipped and I thought it was my fault. Drug test proved otherwise. Don’t. Leave. Your. Drink.
Even at a festival. Even when you trust people. Just…. Don’t.
you will have the need to run or exercise shortly before blacking out on Liquid extacy overdose, when you will most likely still be able to realize. Use it to run somewhere safe…
I met a B list celebrity by chance at a club where he was performing. I was 21/22. Rode with him and his entourage to another, seedier “locals” club. Drank the drinks they provided. Probably had 4 drinks over 3 hours. Fell off a chair, lost my purse, spotted a guy I knew who agreed to take me home at like 3AM since my dumb ass left my car at the first club and rode in the sprinter with the celebrity and I didn’t want to get back in. Woke up the next day at about 2PM to discover that I had gnawed the inside of my lips and jaw and hardly remembered anything (my friend who was with me filled in the details; I didn’t even remember falling out of the chair but I had a bruise) I’m convinced I was drugged.
Watch out for your fellow ladies. If you’re at a bar and see something alert the staff. You might save someone’s life. And if a woman comes up to you and pretends she knows you, always ALWAYS go along with it. She needs your help.
Also if someone is going to attack you and you can’t get away, make them hurt. Absolutely drive your nail into his eyeball. Bite anything with intent to maim.
I had a woman come up to me once and do the same thing but it was because she sensed I was in trouble. I was. I wish I could have thanked her better but will always remember her.
ALWAYS go along with it. She needs your help.
The gal code. If a girl “knows” you, she knows. You. Friends from highschool, coworker from your hometown, your bestie from college, and you are GREAT FRIENDS. The best. In fact, ya’ll should hang out, somewhere more public, right this second, because you have nowhere to be.
I had a girl do this to me at a club, and I’m a guy. She just said, “oh, there you are,” and the guy behind her walked off. She sat with me until the friends she texted found her. Apparently he’d offered her a drink and didn’t want to take no for an answer.
Hell I was at a library once and heard a man creeping on a school girl in the stacks.
Stayed there till he went away, asked her if she needed help and told the librarian about it. The wrong kind of man will act like a predator in any setting.
I went to a party once where a woman I didn’t know was on the verge of blacking out and went to sleep in a room. A guy who was following her around all night kept going in the room and trying to sleep with her. When I checked on her, she told me she was uncomfortable and he wouldn’t leave her alone. So I posted up in front of the bedroom door with a friend to physically block this man’s access until we could get him kicked out. He was pissed, but there’s no doubt in my mind that things would’ve gotten bad.
I used to be a reporter. It was my job to thumb through all of the arrest reports on Monday morning and report on the crimes that occurred over the weekend.
Always lock your door of your house/apartment.
It is insane how many crimes are simply crimes of opportunity. It is anything from a vagrant being curious if the door is locked and swiping a few things; to a fugitive on the run looking for a hiding space and bolting into your house, bringing the swat team close behind him (and/or taking you/your kids hostage); to the couple that was sitting watching television one night when a man swung open their front door, walked inside, went to the kitchen, and begin rummaging through the refrigerator and making himself a sandwich. They both looked at each other in complete bewilderment and fear, and quickly exited the home to call police from the neighbors house. Turns out the intruder meant no harm, he was simply high as balls and thought he was walking into his own house.
Reading over the various things that have gone wrong for people in the city was more than motivation enough to get me to lock all the doors in my house whether I am home or not. It’s a habit I have kept for 30 years.
We had a break in when I was a kid because my mom didn’t lock the front door. She woke up at gunpoint, and luckily she lived to tell the tale because of a neighbor.
Yeah, lock your doors.
Unfortunately, when I was 15, I was assaulted in broad daylight about 5 minutes from my home.
There was a small pathway between some tennis courts and a football oval that was covered in foliage and I walked through there, it probably takes a minute or two to walk through the covered part. Half way through, I saw a man enter and my instincts said RUN, but I thought I was being ridiculous and felt I would look stupid (God, who cares?).
Anyhow, he came up behind me and groped me, said some rude things and when I screamed and cried and made fun of me and ran off.
He was very middle aged looking, and I was 15.
Disgusting human.
Anyhow, that was my lesson in listening to my gut instinct. It has NEVER failed me.
When dating too. If a guy seems off, ghost their ass. Other men here will call you a bitch for not having a good reason to break it off with someone and more men are going to be mad for ghosting, but fuck that.
Idc if the guy is kind and smooth. If he gives off weird vibes, be gone
ALWAYS listen to your gut. In fact, the book ‘The Gift of Fear’ by Gavin DeBecker talks about exactly that and intuition. I believe you can find the audio book for free
My book club recently read “The Gift of Fear” which was honestly kinda hard to get through, he’s very wordy BUT most of his points boiled down to – trust your gut, be very direct with someone if you’re feeling threatened; turning around and looking them in the eye and loudly stating “Stop following me” is way more likely to scare off potential attackers than the typical walking quickly hoping to avoid them and showing that you’re scared.
The book “The Gift of Fear” goes into this. There’s a scenario in there from memory where a lady is waiting for an elevator and there’s a guy in there she feels a bit funny about and she tries not to be rude so she gets in the elevator and ends up getting assaulted. Trust your gut, it’s set off by small bits of information you may not consciously be aware of and it could save your life. Who cares if someone gets offended. If it saves your life it’s worth it.
If a vehicle starts following you, DO NOT drive home. Drive around until they give up. If they don’t give up, drive into the parking lot of a police station.
Adding to that, if you can safely make four right turns (or four left turns or any combo of turns that put you right back where you started) then you can confirm that person is most likely following you.
I wouldn’t waste daylight driving around aimlessly, though. Contact someone if you can do so safely when you’re suspicious and drive to a police station when you’re all but certain.
A tip to add onto this. Never have less than 1/3 of a tank of gas and 1/2 in the winter, you never know how long you may be forced to drive one day without being able to stop. And traffic, that too
When you order a ride share, before you get in the car, ask who they’re there for. They’ll look at their app and say your name. The first time I did this in front of my husband, he was amazed and said he would never have thought to do that. This was right around the time there were several reports of fake drivers kidnapping women. I also share my ride with him whenever I go by myself.
Happened to me in London, the plate was off by a character even though it was the same mark and model and their picture looked similar. I asked who they were picking up and the driver was astonished I would even ask him that and then tried to ask me who I was looking for… no thank you not how it works buddy.
I was very drunk one night and ordered a ride share. Obviously sober smart me knows to check the license plate and stuff but drunk me is careless. Fortunately drunk me was also feeling chatty so I got into the front seat instead of the back. Then my phone rang. I usually don’t answer calls from unknown numbers but again, drunk and chatty.
“Hey this is your Lyft driver and you are NOT in your Lyft right now. You need to get out of that car immediately. Im right behind you.”
We were at the stop light just before getting on the highway. I stayed calm and just hopped out. The guy behind told me his name and told me to check his plates. First dude had my address already though. Actual Lyft driver told me to make sure I lock my doors and stayed in the driveway until I was safely inside.
I shudder to think what may have happened if I got into the backseat and dude had the child locks on.
Keep your car keys next to the bed. If you think someone is trying to break in, hit the panic button. Should be enough to keep most nefarious individuals on alert and let’s your neighbors know something might be wrong.
If you live alone, put a couple pairs of mens shoes by the front door. Just go to a thrift shop and find a few worn-in pairs of the same size. That way any delivery person or maintenance worker thinks you don’t live alone and you can tell them your partner will be home soon.
One of my fiancée’s friends joined us for dinner a while ago, by the time it was late, fiancée was too exhausted to drive and I offered to chauffeur her friend home instead – but she wasn’t comfortable being alone with me. So I helped fiancée out to the car so they could sit in the back seat together and I drove to friend’s place. The whole way there, friend is profusely apologizing for “offending” me by not trusting me enough…?
Fuck society for not only making women (justifiably) paranoid, but also self-conscious about being paranoid.
Yeah…. It’s a weird position to be in. Feeling potentially unsafe, and also feeling like you can’t let on that that’s how you’re feeling (for safety reasons, also, as well as tactfulness)
I was in my 30s before I even knew this existed, that women had to plan on being attacked and how to react, and they had to do this every day, everywhere, always, they couldn’t let their guard down for a minute.
I’m 6’5″, 280, I never have even a flickering thought about my personal safety, I was dumbstruck when my gf told me what her daily life was really like. That being raped, or worse, was something she had to worry about EVERY SINGLE TIME she went to her car, or went for a walk, even during the day, even in public places, even in our very nice neighborhood in a good part of town.
Even being inside our house took a few extra steps if she was gonna be alone.
I’m just so sorry, I’m sorry this is how women have to live, it’s so fucked up and I don’t think I’m alone in not understanding how bad it really is.
My husband and I were at a bar one night, and this guy walks up with a drink and tries to hand it to us saying “I ordered this before I realized I have probably drank enough and need to get a cab, y’all can have this on me.” And I had to slap my husbands hand away while saying “no. Just go pour it out.”
The guy just shrugged and set it on the bar and left, and so I gave it back to the bartender to dump.
My husband looked at me like I was nuts for turning down a free drink. I just shrugged and said “I’ve been roofied once. There won’t be a second time. I won’t risk it.” And the woman bartender was like “yep. Never accept a drink from someone you don’t absolutely trust”
He was horrified. And that bartender knew exactly what I was saying.
It’s insane. My wife refuses to walk outside of our house after dark if she hears some kind of noise. At first I thought she was scared of monsters, then I realized that she was scared of “monsters”.
Everytime I think I understand how bad it is, it’s just way worse than I imagined.
I assume that every single women I’ve ever met has been sexually harassed or someone has attempted to (or succeeded in) molesting or raping them.
Because over the course of my life every woman who has ever felt comfortable opening up to me about the topic has shared horror stories. My mother, my aunts, cousins, friends, coworkers, students, you name it, they all have horror stories.
This just happened a few weeks ago. I was in the turn lane to enter into a parking garage. A biker on a Harley with the radio on super loud was in another lane (Not the turn lane) then decided that he wanted to go into the lot as well. No signal to warn me. He then looked back and got upset like I cut him off. I waved him to go and hung back. He drove into the entrance and then stopped, yelling back at me and saying “F**k you.” He then proceeded to go into the lot and sneak pass the ticket parking box and drove through, his music still blaring.
I grabbed my ticket and went up to the floor I usually park on. As I’m driving up I hear him revving his bike and his music getting louder. I wondered if he was trying to find me.I couldn’t leave because I was working. My heart was pounding. There were spaces near my elevator to go down but it felt too close for him to see me should he come up the ramp. So I decided to park further down where only the rear of my car could be seen.
I sat there for a few minutes waiting and listening as he continued to rev his motorcycle, and blare the music as he drove around and around. I thought that if he was coming up to find me the best thing for me to do was to get on the elevator and ride down. So I did. My heart racing as I ran for the elevator waiting for it to arrive.
When I got to the lower floor, I knocked on the security door and spoke to one of the security guys, telling him what happened. He said that he had just spoken with the biker asking him for his ticket, to which he replied that he lost it and then the biker zipped out of the parking garage. I told the security guy he didn’t pay. Because I had “words” with this biker, the security guy told me to go get my car and park it in the monthly parking where it would be safer, as the security guys are usually hanging out there. So I did and thanked him. Then went on my day.
The most important thing in this story is that I told someone about my altercation with this biker. The security now knew that I had words with him. They were now looking after me should anything happen to me.
Girls, don’t take something like this on, on your own. Tell someone or report him like I did. Had I not said anything and left my car where it was, who knows if the biker would’ve been waiting for me when I returned, only to possibly have a worse altercation that could’ve left me harmed not to mention being dragged into my car and forced to drive off.
It’s horrible that we girls have to always think this way but doing so could save our lives.
Have your card in your hand before you unlock your car doors at the gas pump so you aren’t fumbling in your purse for it with the door unlocked or open. Put your phone down when you’re at the gas pump and pay attention to your surroundings. Keep your doors locked while pumping gas so no one can slip inside your car or steal anything.
If you’re using public transportation and there’s two empty seats, sit in the one closest to the aisle even if you’re in front of someone and there’s someone behind you who wants to sit in the same row as you. If you sit in the aisle seat, you won’t be confined by a someone who’s attempting to molest you or make you feel uncomfortable and it allows you to escape quickly and easily.
Ugh learned that one the hard way! In college I had a class that ended at 10pm and I’d get to my train by 1020pm. I always sat in the window seat and one night on a near empty train a drunk guy sat next to me and kept trying to get my number. I realized I was trapped as soon as he sat down and ended up pretending to get off at a stop then running down the platform to get on a different train car. I always carried pepper spray and held my keys, but after that night I sat in the first car closest to the conductor and always took an aisle seat.
GET LOUD! If you are in public or on public transportation and someone is molesting you or trying to, now is not the time to worry about being embarrassed by making a scene. MAKE. A. SCENE!
GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF ME!! Gets a lot of attention from other people. If you are on a metro/subway/lrt hit the emergency button as well, that’s what it is there for. Your phone has an Emergency SOS shortcut, learn where it is and use it immediately.
My wife won’t talk to strangers who pull up and ask for directions because one time the guy tried to grab her and pull her into the car. The shit women deal with that never even occurred to me before I heard about it is unreal.
When I was 16 a guy pulled up and asked me directions while I was walking down the street. I gave him directions and he acted like he couldn’t hear me, and motioned for me to come closer.
I repeated the directions more loudly.
He got frustrated, and again asked me to come closer still. When I did, I finally saw that he was naked from the waist down 😬
I immediately turned and ran up the nearest driveway, and he drove off. But yeah, I don’t approach any cars now, and it’s been many years since then.
I was about 9 years old walking alone to the school bus and a guy pulled up next to me and asked for directions I moved closer to the car then saw he had his dick out and in his hand! Gross. I’m 58 and still remember how disgusting it was is and how awful it made me feel
So many walks my husband and I have gone on that we see a car slow down randomly, pull over right next to us, etc that I point out and say “if you weren’t with me right now I would be terrified”. Men are so lucky they don’t have to be so hyper aware all the time
It has taken me 27 years to call my violent, bloody, tear-soaked, non-consensual, sexual assault what it really is, a rape. It happened bc I went home with a guy I was flirting with who I remembered going to high school with. The honor roll student. The star athlete. The talented musician. The (future) highly esteemed detective. It’s not always the stranger you need to fear.
it’s true that it is a good sign if a guy treats animals well, and a red flag if he doesn’t. However, pay more attention to how he not only treats other people but how he talks about them. That will one day be how he treats and talks to you or worse. Don’t give some bad behavior a pass because he’s always nice to animals. ☹️
I’m learning a lot from this thread.
Don’t ever get into the car. If someone threatens you with a weapon and tells you to get into a car get out of there as fast as you can. Better to be shot or stabbed in a parking lot where help might find you then driven away to never be seen again.
Keep and learn to use pepper spray.
If you’re OK with carrying a gun, take classes and learn conceal carry.
Be aware of your surroundings (scan constantly)
Plan your routes if you’re walking
Communicate your location with loved ones and/or friends
Keep an apple air tag on your person enable tracking for others.
If someone attacks, bite, scream, kick, do whatever you can to hurt this person.
Have someone walk you to your vehicle especially if you’re leaving a public place. Scan your surroundings again (yes I mention it again) I hope I was able to help somewhat. Please stay safe best of luck to all of you. It’s truly sad that we have to go over things like this.
This makes me unfathomably sad. I hate the fact that this is something people have to worry about. I personally don’t feel safe anymore unless I can feel the reassuring weight of my pocket knife just in case I need it. I hate that I can’t walk alone without constantly watching my back and observing any car that passes or slows near me. And don’t even get me started on parking lots…
A man opened my car door and got in at a stop sign, the door was locked but the windows were down and he just pulled up the lock. He was really high and speaking gibberish, I pulled up to a convenience store and ran inside.
Teeth are sharp, as are elbows. While the eyes are an easy target, there’s also more instinct to protect them. Go for the ears instead with either an object that can rupture the eardrum, or with a open-hand strike hard enough to pop it.
Also, don’t strike the testicles or penis, unless you know, without any doubt that you can cause massive damage (like ripping parts off). Anything less won’t work. I learned that the hard way.
If you have an opportunity to stab or slice, aim for arteries and tendons. A sliced tendon in the leg pretty much stops you right there. Is you stab, try to twist it an pull the object out. There will be a strong seal around the object, you need to let air in to get it out without a huge fight. (if retrieval isn’t feasible quickly, abandon it and run) This not only leaves an open wound to freely bleed, but it means that you still have the weapon.
Be loud, be mean. Someone who wants to harm you doesn’t give a shit about you, so reciprocate.
Don’t forget that the average man can overpower the average woman. Carry pepper spray and be fully ready to kick the balls whenever avaliable. The fancy shit you see on YouTube won’t actually save you but a solid boot to the nuts and a spray of mace in the face will incap even the beefiest of guys.
Have to argue this one. If he’s high then a blow to the balls won’t help much. Take out a knee or as you already said the eyes—and on the subject of pepper spray, take a class about how to use it. That shit kicks back and it doesn’t help if you make yourself blind too.
Edit: “However, in a self defense situation or a fight, there’s too good of a chance that the opponent will be so high on adrenaline that he’ll not even feel it happening. People have reported not even knowing they’ve been shot or stabbed in the heat of things… Because adrenaline does a great job of dulling pain.”
A little advice about pepper spray. Take a class on HOW TO USE IT. It can kick back and make you blind too.
My daughter bought some pepper spray when she started college. She practiced in the back yard to get comfortable using it and to verify range, etc. Then one of her brothers suggested she try it on him. He regretted that.
The company I ordered my pepper spray from sent a test bottle of basically water to get an understanding of the range. I practice with it quarterly to monthly.
My dad once tested pepper spray, and the wind promptly blew the spray back in his eyes. It was quite funny.
You can also purchase pepper gel which has significantly less risk of blowback.
Ohh good to know. I’ve had my pepper spray for awhile and have never tried it. Never thought about the range etc. Thanks.
PS: Will practice this weekend.
All women should carry pepper spray if they’re legally allowed. Also make sure you get quality pepper spray. I prefer sabre red and Pom OC. Both can be purchased on Amazon.
Ditch all of the other self-defense trinkets that people carry. Stun guns, tasers aren’t much better. Those self-defense keychains are almost worthless.
Also, if you have to use pepper spray, don’t threaten people with it. Just spray them down. If you’re legally justified in using pepper spray then use it. Giving them a warning May encourage them to try to take it from you. The element of surprise is one of your best advantages.
JOKES:
Two old baseball players are sitting on the front porch of an “Old Baseball Players Home” just a rocking away. They are sitting there talking with each other about the good old days, when Harry says to Fred, “Fred, I wonder if there’s baseball in heaven”?
Puzzled, Fred said, “I don’t know if there’s baseball in heaven. Let’s make a pact. First one of us to die goes to heaven, then he comes back and tells the other one if there’s baseball in heaven.”
Harry says, “you know, Fred, that’s a good idea. Let’s make a pact to do just that.”
So they shake hands on it.
We’ll don’t you know a month or so later Harry dies.
Fred is sitting around missing his buddy, Harry, wondering if there’s baseball in heaven, when all of a sudden, POOF, there’s Harry standing in front of Fred! Harry says, “hey Fred, dying wasn’t so bad after all I’m in heaven”.
Fred says to Harry, “Buddy, I am glad you are safe and in heaven, but what about our pact? Is there baseball in heaven?“
Harry says, “Well Fred, there’s good news and there’s bad news.”
Fred says, “Give me the good news first”.
Harry says, “There’s definitely baseball in heaven”, grinning from ear to ear!
Fred says, “Harry that’s incredibly good news! Man will be able to play baseball in heaven!” What could possibly the bad news?“
Harry says, “Fred you’re pitching Saturday!” 😳😵💫🤐🤯
JOKE:
Juan comes up to the Mexican border on his bicycle.
He’s got two large bags over his shoulders.
The guard stops him and says, “What’s in the bags?”
“Sand,” answered Juan.
The guard says, “We’ll just see about that – get off the bike!”
The guard takes the bags and rips them apart, he empties them out and finds nothing in them but sand.
He detains Juan overnight and has the sand analyzed, only to discover that there is nothing but pure sand in the bags.
The guard releases Juan, puts the sand into new bags, hefts them onto the man’s shoulders, and lets him cross the border.
The next day, the same thing happens.
The guard asks, “What have you got?”
“Sand,” says Juan.
The guard does his thorough examination and discovers that the bags contain nothing but sand.
He gives the sand back to Juan, and Juan crosses the border on his bicycle.
This sequence of events is repeated every day for a year.
Finally, Juan doesn’t show up one day and the guard meets him in a Cantina in Mexico.
“Hey, Buddy,” says the guard, “I know you are smuggling something. It’s driving me crazy. It’s all I think about… I can’t sleep. Just between you and me, what are you smuggling?”
Juan sips his beer and says, “Bicycles.”
JOKE:
Betty and Barbie, two blonde sisters had promised their uncle they would bury him at sea when he died. Their uncle had been a seafaring gentleman all his life and it was to be his final wish. Of course, in due time, he did pass away and the two blondes kept their promise. They cast off from Fort Lauderdale with their uncle all stitched up in a burial bag and loaded onto his rowboat. After rowing for quite some time, Betty says, ‘Do you think we’re out far enough?’ Barbie slips over the
side and almost immediately says, ‘No, this will never do — the water is only up to my chest.’ So they row on some more, and Barbie slips over the side once again and disappears. Quite a bit of time goes by while Barbie is under water and poor Betty is really getting worried. Suddenly, Barbie breaks the surface, gasp ing for breath. ‘Well is it deep enough yet, Sis?’ Betty inquires. ‘Yes,finally! Hand me the shovel.’
JOKE:
An old Irishman sitting in the pub with a young fellow. “You see that bar there? I built that bar with me own two hands. For months I labored, sandin’ and polishin’. Do they call me O’brian the bar builder? Noooo.
And look out that window. You see that wall? I built that wall with me own two hands. For months I labored. Stone upon stone. Do they call me O’Brian the wall builder? Nooo.
And look out that window there. You see that pier leadin’ way out into the ocean? I built that pier with me own two hands. For months I labored. Plank upon plank. Do they call me O’Brian the pier builder? Nooo.
But you f**k one goat….
JOKE:
A cowboy walks into a bar and takes a seat next to a very attractive woman.
He gives her a quick glance and then causally looks at his watch for a moment.
The woman notices this and asks, “Is your date running late?”
“No”, he replies, “I just got this state-of-the-art watch, and I was just testing it..”
The intrigued woman says, “A state-of-the-art watch? What”s so special about it?”
The cowboy explains, “It uses alpha waves to talk to me telepathically.”
The lady says, “What”s it telling you now?”
Well, it says you’re not wearing any panties.”
The woman giggles and replies “Well it must be broken because I am wearing panties!”
The cowboy smiles, taps his watch, and says, “Damn thing’s an hour fast.”
Teacher – Give me the opposite of this sentence. “Children in the dark make mistakes.
Johnny Bad Mouth – “Mistakes in the dark make children.”
Teacher – “Get out.”
I finished writing my book on penguins. My publisher said that it would have been better if I had written it on paper.
Some call it multitasking, I call it doing something else while I try to remember what I was doing in the first place.
I learn from the mistakes of people who took my advice.
My mouth waters when I smell stake. I wonder if the same thing happens to vegans when they mow the lawn.
I offer my kids $500.00 for every A they get on their report cards. It sends a message that education is a priority in our household, and it costs me absolutely nothing since my kids aren’t that bright.
The other day I went to my doctor. He introduced me to his replacement, his son. He said that his some was an excellent doctor but that he just had to work on his bed side manner.
His son weighted me and said, “Well, well, there is nothing wrong with your weight. You weight is perfect. You just happen to be 11 feet too short.
A man dies and goes to Heaven. He gets to meet GOD and asks GOD if he can ask him a few questions.
“Sure,” GOD says, “Go right ahead”.
“OK,” the man says. “Why did you make women so pretty?”
GOD says, “So you would like them.”
“OK,” the guy says. “But how come you made them so beautiful?”
“So you would LOVE them”, GOD replies.
The man ponders a moment and then asks, “But why did you make them such airheads?”
GOD says, “So they would love you!”
A blonde was driving home one night and got caught in a severe hailstorm. Her car was badly dented, so the next day she took it to a repair shop.
The shop owner saw that she was a blonde, so he decided to have some fun. He told her to go home and blow into the tail pipe really hard, and all the dents would pop out.
So the blonde went home, got down on her hands and knees & started blowing into her tailpipe. Nothing happened. She blew a little harder, and still nothing happened.
Her blonde roommate saw her and asked, ‘What are you doing?’ The first blonde told her how the repairman had instructed her to blow into the tail pipe in order to get all the dents to pop out.
The roommate rolled her eyes and said, “Uh, like hello!
“You need to roll up the windows first.”
JOKE:
Cop – “Do you know why I pulled you over?”
Me – “Hey, if you don’t remember, I’m not reminding you, dude.”
Joke:
There I was sitting at the bar staring at my drink when a large, trouble-making biker steps up next to me…
There I was sitting at the bar staring at my drink when a large, trouble-making biker steps up next to me, grabs my drink, and gulps it down in one swig.
“Well, whatcha’ gonna do about it?”, he says, menacingly, as I burst into tears.
“This is the worst day of my life,” I say. “I’m a complete failure. I was late to a meeting and my boss fired me. When I went to the parking lot, I found my car had been stolen and I don’t have any insurance. I left my wallet in the cab I took home. I found my wife with another man and then my dog bit me.”
“So I came to this bar to work up the courage to put an end to it all, I buy a drink, I drop a capsule in, and sit here watching the poison dissolve; then you show up and drink the whole thing! But enough about me, how’s your day going?”
JOKE:
A maid went to a housewife and wanted a higher salary.
Why?! Did the housewife ask.
I have three good reasons – replied the maid.
First, I’m better at ironing shirts than you!
– Who says that?!
– Your husband!! Second, I’m a much better cook than you!
– And who says that?!?
–Your husband! And third, I am better in bed, having sex!
–Oh really? And it’s my husband who has said that too!?
–No ma’am, that’s what the gardener said…!
–Oh, well, how much of a salary increase did you want?
JOKE:
A guy walks into a bar, orders 12 shots of whiskey, drinks them, and collapses on the floor.
At closing time he is comatose on the floor.
Barman gets his ID and asks if anyone can take the guy home.
A little gay guy jumps up and volunteers.
This goes on all week, the guy comes in, orders 12 shots of whiskey, drinks them, and collapses. And at closing time the same gay guy volunteers to take the guy home.
After a week the guy comes in and orders 12 shots of brandy.
The barman enquires why the change.
“Your whiskey is giving me a pain in the ass”
There was an earthquake, and the Christian Brothers Monastery was leveled.
There was an earthquake, and the Christian Brothers Monastery was leveled. All fifty brothers were transported to Heaven at one time.
At the Pearly Gates, St. Peter said “Let’s go through the entry test as a group. How many of you have played around with little boys?”
Forty-nine hands shot up.
“Right!” said St. Peter.
“You forty-nine can going to Hell and take that deaf b*stard with you!”
Today’s republican is a lot like this.
JOKE:
A salesman is making the rounds in a farming community trying to sell supplies. He approaches a possible customer’s house. Always on the lookout for some way to break the ice, he notices a 3 legged pig in with the others.
He approaches, knocks at the door and introduces himself. After they shake hands, the salesman says, “I noticed you have a 3 legged pig running around with the others.
The republican farmer replies, “Oh yeah, that is some pig!! Last year our house caught on fire in the middle of the night. My wife and I were fast asleep and didn’t notice at first. Well, that pig busted out of the sty, ran to the house, busted in the back door squealing to wake us. He busted into the baby’s room and grabbed her by the scruff of her ‘jammies and ran out the door with us. He had to run right through flames, but saved the baby. He burnt his ear and all his bristles on one side. Yes sir, that is some pig!” The impressed salesman asked, “What about his leg?”
The farmer replied, “Well, a pig like that, you don’t eat him all at once!”
When Brad Bishop was denied a promotion at his workplace, his wife and mother laughed at him. They called him a “washed up” for failing to make progress in his job.
Then on March 1, 1976, Brad announced in his workplace that he was sick and would be going to see a doctor. On his way home, he bought a gas cylinder, a hammer, and a shovel. He also went to the bank to empty his account.
Later that night, he kille*d his mother, his wife, and his three children, and dug a pit where he cremated their bodies. He disappeared and has never been seen.
There were several hints to locate him but all proved to be pointless.
Who are the most famous people to never have a father?
Da Vinci is not his real name.
Yes, I’m still talking about the guy who painted the original Mona Lisa, good ol’Leo.
Leonardo was an illegitimate child. His father left after impregnating his mother, hence is true birth name was a singular Leonardo. (Source: What Was Leonardo’s Name? Isaak, Shelly)
Leonardo did have a father but not a man he could lay claim to as his legal father due to his illegitimacy. His father ended up marrying 4 different times and had 7 children along the way, who of course, later fought over his estate.
Leonardo was able to at least claim ties to his biological father and avoid being branded a bastard child.
But his last name Da Vinci simply originates from his having been born near a town named Vinci. (Da Vinci = from Vinci)
Ladies, ladies can you give it a rest. This shit is scaring me. I may never feel comfortable fucking a drunk bitch again.
Did You Know?
Many examples of animal names in the German language are delightfully literal—the platypus is schnabeltier (“beak animal”), the sloth is faultier (“lazy animal”), the slug is nacktschnecke (“naked snail”), and the bat is fledermaus (“flutter mouse”).
Did You Know?
French dip sandwiches did not, as the name might imply, originate in France, but were instead first created in Los Angeles and called French dip sandwiches because of the style of bread used.
Did You Know?
The hybrid offspring of domestic cattle and American bison are referred to as “beefalo”. The breed was created to combine the two animals for enhanced beef production.
Did You Know?
Sperm whales have been observed sleeping in a vertical position near the surface of the water where they cycle through a slow drifting dive, sinking down into the water and then, in their sleep, swimming back up to the surface again.
Did You Know?
Cherry trees grown from cherry tree seeds kept aboard the International Space Station for eight months have started blooming years ahead of schedule and researchers aren’t sure why.
Your suggestion that we distract humans being beamed up with laughter has merits, but the way you intend to implement it is dubious. You suggest we initiate human laughter by tickling them. It’s hard to collect objective measures of how humans respond to tickling and correlate them with perceived ticklishness. We don’t see this problem being solved within the time span we have to begin the transfer of humans to their designated locations.
We don’t believe that it will be that difficult to unravel the mystery of the giggle in humans. It is done through touch. Touch has been undervalued by both humans and aliens. Compassion and affection in humans are expressed much more clearly through touch than through faces or words. When a human acts to comfort another human, hugging that human is far superior to just telling the grieving human that he feels sorry for his grief. Hence, we will focus on the touch implementation.
Will we allow the NASA satellites to take pictures of A—‘s ship while they are pretending to use those satellites to photograph Jupiter’s moons? We could leave it up to A as to whether she wants to destroy or disable them.
What was a red flag that made you stop talking to a person immediately?
I once met a guy when I went to a restaurant and we started talking. We exchanged contacts and he seemed like a nice guy, we went out like two times. On the third time, while he was dropping me off, we started talking. I’ve forgotten what it was about but I know the conversation led to a rape topic.
Earlier that year in my country, a woman accused a pastor of raping her. So this guy asked me if they later found the pastor guilty and all that, I said no, that I stopped following the news after a while.
We were still talking on the issue, giving our opinions when he said something, he said “I don’t believe in rape, why can’t a girl push the man off when he wants to force himself on her, she is just enjoying it”.
After that statement, I didn’t say anything again, he dropped me off at home. Immediately, I blocked and deleted his number, thank God we didn’t have each other’s social media usernames yet.
It’s these type of people that have the mentality that, a woman’s body is their property to use anyhow and with the way the world is, rape stories everywhere, I don’t want to become a victim, I have to protect myself.
Did You Know?
Shooting underhand (“granny style”) free throws in basketball is significantly more effective statistically, but professional players shy away from it because it is perceived as uncool and silly looking.
In November 1987, a teenage couple looking for a make-out spot along Route 40 in Delaware suddenly stumbled upon a horrifying sight: the brutalized corpse of a 23-year-old nurse named Shirley Ellis. She was discovered with her hands and feet still tied. She had been gagged and then beaten to death with a hammer. Shirley was a former sex worker.
Months later, four more sex workers went missing and their bodies were discovered in the same horrifying state.
It became clear to the authorities that they were dealing with a serial killer who was after sex workers.
On September 14, 1988, Renée Taschner, an undercover police officer posing as a sex worker, roamed Route 40 in an attempt to capture the killer. A man in blue Ford tried to persuade her to enter his car. She declined the offer, but managed to write down the vehicle’s plate number.
Upon examination of several license plates, it emerged that the vehicle belonged to Stephen Brian Pennell, a 31-year-old electrician, married and father of two, with no criminal record.
When he was searched, a horrifying “torture kit” found in his work van contained pliers, whips, handcuffs, needles, and knives that he used on his victims — before finishing them off by beating their heads in with his hammer.
On March 14, 1992, Pennell was executed by lethal injection.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DF_nOx1twYw
Some republican billionaires who have conspired to turn the US into a theocracy have been hedging their bets by buying second citizenships in countries that have EU membership but not extradition treaties with the US. Some like Peter Thiel are going for a third. He has applied for citizenship in Malta. He already has a duel citizenship in New Zealand. These billionaires use whatever philosophy that will work with the republican base to support candidates they can put in their pockets.
They lost their way because of the confusion caused by the ingestion of apple seeds. The 6^/4 are very susceptible to cyanide. Their systems breaks down amygdalin so well that only a small amount is necessary to cause cyanide poisoning.
What is a little known fact that is at least mildly disturbing but people refuse to believe when known?
I’m not sure if this is a little known fact, but I’ve always found it disturbing.
Do you know when you buy medicine, sometimes toiletries and other things like that, and find those little annoying labels?
Some of you might know why they exist. Some might not know.
In 1982, 12-year-old Mary Kellerman took extra-strong Tylenol and died shortly after.
Adam Janus, his brother Stanley, and his sister-in-law Theresa died after taking some Tylenol tablets.
Not long after, Mary McFarland, Paula Prince, and Mary Reiner all died after taking the same brand-name tablets.
They were all from the Chicago metropolitan area.
After the death of the seventh person, he realized where the connection was: each had ingested Tylenol tablets.
Tests on the tablet bottles revealed an alarming fact:
The tablets had been poisoned with potassium cyanide!
Police were able to quickly rule out the manufacturers as a source. They weren’t being manipulated there. They theorized that the source was from the stores and pharmacies themselves.
They suspected that someone had acquired the tablets, added the cyanide to each one, and then resealed, and methodically put the containers back on store shelves.
The slightly disturbing fact?
The police do not know who did it.
They were able to identify numerous suspects, including someone who had carried out poisoning attacks like this, an individual who had sent a ransom letter demanding $ 1 million from Johnson & Johnson, and others. But no direct links were ever found.
No one has been directly held responsible for this crime.
Along with the bottles they know were responsible for the deaths, authorities found 3 additional bottles that had been contaminated.
I find it so disturbing that someone can commit such a heinous crime and still walk like a normal person.
Love comes back in another form
At the age of 40, Franz Kafka, who never married and had no children, was strolling through a Berlin park when he met a young woman who was crying because she had lost her favorite doll. She and Kafka searched for the doll without success.
Kafka told her to meet him there the next day and they would come back for it.
The next day, when they still couldn’t find the doll, Kafka gave the girl a letter “written” by the doll that said, “Please don’t cry. I have taken a trip to see the world. I will write to you about my adventures.
So began a story that continued until the end of Kafka’s life.
During the meetings, Kafka read the doll’s carefully written letters with adventures and conversations that the girl found adorable.
Finally, Kafka brought her the doll (he bought one) that had returned to Berlin.
“It looks nothing like my doll,” the girl said.
Kafka handed her another letter in which the doll wrote, ” my travels, have changed me.” the girl hugged the new doll and brought it home all happy.
A year later, Kafka died.
Many years later, the adult girl found a little letter inside the doll. In the little letter signed by Kafka, it said:
Everything you love will probably be lost, but in the end love will come back in another form.
My wife got killed in a car accident and right after the funeral her sister an aunt came to my house to eat. I left to go get ice and came in and they were going through all the drawers and closets. I lost it, I said she’s not been in the ground an hour yet and your going through her things! Get the hell out of my house and never come back! Haven’t had a relationship with them since, that was 1998.
During the summer of 1982, Kalinka Bamberski, 14, briefly stayed in Lindau, Germany, with her mother and her stepfather, Dr. Dieter Krombach.
On July 9th of that summer, Krombach killed Kalinka. The next day, Krombach told the authorities that he simply found Kalinka dead in the morning.
Autopsies could not determine the exact cause of her death, and Krombach got away with the murder. This led Kalinka’s biological father, Andre, to grow suspicious and to investigate further.
Despite the authorities’ failure to discern the exact cause of Kalinka’s death, there were multiple red flags in the original autopsy: Kalinka’s corpse had multiple injection marks, fresh blood stains and a “whitish substance” around the genitals, and indigested food near the throat suggesting that she died soon after a meal.
Andre, rightfully suspecting that his daugher was raped, called for an additional investigation. This time, the authorities discovered clear evidence that, right before her death, Kalinka was injected with a drug named “Kobalt-Ferrlecit,” a substance capable of causing immediate discomfort and nausea in a victim. Andre pressed a case against Krombach, but the German courts judged that there was insufficient evidence for an indictment. Despite multiple red flags, Krombach was not indicted.
In 1995, however, the French courts officially sentenced Krombach in absentia to 15 years in prison for manslaughter.
Furthermore, later in 1997, Krombach admitted in a German trial that he had drugged and raped another girl using Kobalt-Ferrlecit, the same substance found in Kalinka’s corpse. Numerous other girls came forth, saying that Krombach had also raped them using the same drug. For this, the German courts took away his medical license, but did not sentence him to prison.
Unfortunately, in 2001, Krombach’s French manslaughter conviction of 1995 was annulled by the European Court of Human Rights, the reason being that Krombach was not capable of defending his case in that French trial. Not only was the 1995 French verdict annulled, but all attempts to extradite him for retrial were rejected.
But for Andre, the case was not over. Andre was deeply frustrated at the international legal system’s failure to bring justice; he decided he was going to take justice into his own hands.
In 2009, Andre and three other men secretly kidnapped Krombach from Germany, beat him up, and left him tied up near a French police station, allowing the French authorities to detain him and honor their 1995 decision.
Despite Germany’s requests to bring him back, French officials and courts ignored these complaints and officially re-tried Krombach.
With other victims testifying that Krombach had injected them with the same drug to rape them, on October 22, 2011, Krombach was finally sentenced to 15 years in prison for manslaughter.
Kalinka’s father, Andre, was convicted and given a suspended sentence for abducting Krombach.
But in my opinion? Andre Bamberski was a heroic father who spent 30 years of his life to bring justice for his daughter’s death. Yes, he broke the law — but refusing to convict Krombach earlier and ignoring the mountatin of evidence against him was a clear failure in the international justice system.
For Andre’s determination and commitment, I applaud him.
Yes, but that was a very long time ago. Wasn’t it around the time when earth’s moon was just a ring around earth like Saturn’s ring?
There was a lady in Florida (I was living in Tampa) that won $30 million. She put a chain link fence around her mobile home. Then she paid $500 to some 15 year old kid to kill her daughter-in-law. Of course the kid told the cops, wore a wire and she was caught. I’m betting she wishes she had paid her daughter-in-law to leave instead of trying to get her killed.
The funniest part of this story is the fact that she offered this kid $500. Not very much money considering she had 30 million in the bank.
Studies have shown the more money someone has the tighter they hold on to it. The poorest of people have shown to actually be the most altruistic.
Waiting on open finance legislation in the U.S. is pointless
By Alex Cardona
Last year the Biden administration announced a sweeping executive order launching a “whole-of-government” approach to improving competition in the American economy. One measure in particular seemed poised to revolutionize American leadership in financial technology — and unlock unprecedented financial freedom and protection — with focused rulemaking under Section 1033 of the Dodd-Frank Act.
Stating that consumers should have rights over and access to their financial information, Section 1033 famously helped augur the financial technology industry as we know it. Despite early praise for the executive order and the U.S. entering a period where the need for financial innovation is more acute than ever, we now find ourselves 12 months down the line and there has been no discernible progress. For those hoping that a shift forward for open banking regulation would pave the way for more secure and open sharing of a broader array of financial data, it’s all but a lost cause.
Hey out there are you aware that a billion snow crabs have disappeared in the last two years? The crab population fell from approximately 11.8 billion in 2018 to 1.9 billion in 2022…… Basically on the brink of extinction as a food source so the likelihood is that there will be no more snow crab from American waters for at least a few years, and possibly forever.
Just another warning sign. No need to slow down. Can’t let those shareholders down this quarter or else people might lose their jobs destroying the world.
Latest evidence is the population collapse is from supertrawlers overfishing the seabed. Collapse of snow crab population also means collapse of cod and halibut populations in that habitat as well, as snow crabs are a main food source.
To be more specific snow crabs used the ice in the ocean as a breeding area and with the sea temperature rising and melting the ice they’ve constantly had to migrate to colder areas which has made it easier for fishing companies to track them. So instead of going for fully grown crabs in their normal habitat they’ve been overfishing directly on the breeding grounds making it basically impossible for the population to grow.
Then they should STOP or there will be no more. Would they rather be out of a job FOREVER or wait several years until they’re at a stable population to fish again? Seriously, fishing should be treated like deer season. When the population is booming, it’s free game. When it’s in serious decline, it’s limited or outright banned.
Usually depends on the current flavour of governemnent, some random asshole will probably claim it’s up to the market and do nothing.
What you’re describing seems to be the bane of capitalism in all industries. Everyone wants to “get theirs” short term with absolutely no interest in the long term impact.
Why develop renewable energy when we’ve got all this oil and coal right now?
How could the 300 Spartans hold their position for 3 days at the Battle of Thermopylae? How did they eat, rest, and sleep during the fight?
How could the 300 Spartans hold their position for 3 days at the Battle of Thermopylae? How did they eat, rest, and sleep during the fight? Chalk this up to just another whiteboy lie.
Ah, welcome to historical reality rather than historical myth-making.
There were, of course, 300 Spartans (Spartiatai) hoplites present at the Battle of Thermopylae. However, there were about 700 Spartan helots also present, as well as about 6,000 other Greeks present and fighting during the battle. The 300 Spartans are famous for their final stand, on the final day of the Battle of Thermopylae. They didn’t fight for three days without food or rest. Indeed, part of the reason Thermopylae was chosen by the Greeks for a defensive battle was because there was enough sustenance to keep a 7,000 man army well fed, whereas the much larger (between 70,000–300,000) man Persian army would be relying on an extensive supply train, which was a logistical nightmare as it was and would become impossible to maintain once winter set in.
The 300 Spartans are well known only because they fought to a man during the battle. Only two Spartans survived, and both were labeled as cowards, forcing one to hang himself and the other to throw himself into battle with no regard for his life in order to redeem himself, which he did on his death in said battle. Of course, the 300 were not alone even then, as the contingent from Thespiae also fought to a man.
Their sacrifice, to buy time for the retreating Greeks, is what made them famous. And eventually, it made them legends
I like that you have definite times that we can expect a change.
Was Joe DiMaggio abusive to Marilyn Monroe?
By today’s standards, yes. And some of DiMaggio’s violence, as after the subway
grating scene in Seven Year Itch, would be unacceptable in any time.
DiMaggio stalked off the subway grating set and that night beat Marilyn to a pulp. One of her fellow actors saw the bruises Marilyn tried to hide next day.
The aliens in Drawbridge are complaining that the federal government is considering reneging on their agreement to keep humans out. It seems that some politicians in San Francisco are proposing opening it up since it is supposed to be a San Francisco Bay National Wildlife Refuge. Some of those aliens are proposing to shake up San Francisco to show they won’t tolerate interference.
My advice get your earthquake kits in order.
Why not send a blast of wind to knock down some trees and stuff as a pre earthquake warning. If that doesn’t get their attention, then the quake.