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In New York, many natives fretted about a “Jewish crime wave” that was supposedly plaguing the city during these decades. Young Jews in disturbing numbers, it was said, had joined crime “rackets”—that period’s version of gangs—along with children of Irish and Italian immigrants. During Prohibition and again after World War II, legends grew about gambling and bootlegging rackets led by larger-than-life figures with names like Max “Kid Twist” Zwerbach, “Big” Jack Zelig, Vach “Cyclone Louie” Lewis Charles, and Louis “Lepke” Buchalter…. The fear turned out to be unfounded. But though the history is suggestive, it is not determinative. The question we must ask is whether the immigration reforms proposed today, of the kind supported by former President George W. Bush and current President Obama, as well as the late Senator Edward Kennedy and the very much alive Senator John McCain, unleash on American society a wave of crime and “socially destructive behavior”… And what about the notion that by legalizing illegal immigrants and allowing new immigrants to follow them, the United States is acquiescing in the expansion of the underclass? –“Higher Immigration, Lower Crime,” David Griswold, Commentary
Joe Lieberman’s seemingly insatiable lust for blood, or the rationale for why “Yemen will be tomorrow’s war”;
meanwhile, the Roma still die in Hungary;
terrorists continue to blow up Pakistani Shiites;
and in Houston, “mystery fires” confound arson investigators
I am Tiger Woods, and I understand why the scent of a woman is unbeaten in 2009 and beyond. It is an equal-opportunity addiction, costing manicured, polished stars such as Pitino their coiffed reputations and unknown, dumpy software salesmen their families and jobs. The truth is, I need help not to be Tiger Woods, a support system helpful to this day. That hearing words such as “dog” or terms such as “commitment issues” only serves to mask real issues. We use them so people such as Tiger Woods never take the time to Google “Attachment Disorder” or “Love Addiction” or look at how their old man treated their mom and what kind of message that sent to a gifted child who would grow up to respect a game more than his wife. –“Tiger Woods Does Not Stand Alone,” Mike Wise, The Washington Post
The arguments in favor of making Christmas more like Ramadan
are quite persuasive–the same cannot be said of American strategies for air-security, past, present, or future;
the new measures seem confused and confusing, like the malfunctioning sonar of sick whales dying in shallow water
The state constitution doesn’t say, in so many words, that Carl Mitz has the absolute right to pry open a horse’s mouth, grab hold of the tongue, and commence sawing away at the back molars with a power tool. But Mr. Mitz and his attorneys are pretty sure that’s implied. For a quarter-century, Mr. Mitz has practiced the obscure art of horse-teeth floating. Using instruments roughened with diamond grit, he has filed down hundreds of thousands of equine teeth so that they don’t grow into sharp points that can cut the horses’ cheeks or throw off their chewing rhythms. It’s a fairly mechanical job: Open equine mouth, insert hand, feel for trouble, file rough spots. Not glamorous, but potentially lucrative. Veteran floaters say they can make $300,000 a year. And it suits the laconic Mr. Mitz. “This is what I know,” he says. “This is what I do.” But not, perhaps, for long. –“Texas Horse Dentists Feel the Bite of Regulatory Oversight,” Stephanie Simon, The Wall Street Journal
Freddie Gray’s relatives arrived for the trial in the afternoon, after the prep-school kids had left. By their dress, they seemed to have just gotten off work in the medical and clerical fields. The family did not appear at ease in the courtroom. They winced and dropped their heads as William Porter and his fellow officer Zachary Novak testified to opening the doors of their police van last April and finding Freddie paralyzed, unresponsive, with mucus pooling at his mouth and nose. Four women and one man mournfully listened as the officers described needing to get gloves before they could touch him.
The first of six Baltimore police officers to be brought before the court for their treatment of Freddie Gray, a black twenty-five-year-old whose death in their custody was the immediate cause of the city’s uprising last spring, William Porter is young, black, and on trial. Here in this courtroom, in this city, in this nation, race and the future seem so intertwined as to be the same thing.
Average speed of Heinz ketchup, from the mouth of an upended bottle, in miles per year:
After studying the fall of 64,000 individual raindrops, scientists found that some small raindrops fall faster than they ought to.
The Playboy mansion in California was bought by the heir to the Twinkie fortune, and a New Mexico man set fire to his apartment to protest his neighbors’ loud lovemaking.
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“Matt was happy enough to sustain himself on the detritus of a world he saw as careening toward self-destruction, and equally happy to scam a government he despised. 'I’m glad everyone’s so wasteful,' he told me. 'It supports my lifestyle.'”