Gravedigg is like Digg, but rather than voting for pictures of cute cats or top ten lists of stuff, you vote on what you think will die or fail next. Companies, celebrities, technologies… whatever. So maybe you think the Perl programming language is on it’s way out very soon, or that Iceland is on its last legs or that Steve Jobs is boned.
Louisa and I put this together in just a few days, me coding and Louisa designing. Was a fun little project to do.
Why won’t the British and American governments support the end of this violence? Why is America rushing to continue it’s arms supply to Israel? Why is the British government allowing the transport of these weapons through our country? In the face of mounting evidence, why don’t the corporate media challenge the claims that our governments support peace? Why do we let all of this happen? Do we not care? What is wrong with us?
Desmond Dekker played at my local university (Leeds) earlier this month. We saw the posters and planned to go but messed up the dates and missed it.
15 days later the man is DEAD. Last gig he did too.
In Marchs 2003, American soldier Sgt. Hasan Akbar rolled two grenades into a tent of fellow soldiers and shot at them as they tried to escape, killing 2 and wounding 14. A military jury of “nine officers and six noncommissioned officers” found him guilty this week and he was sentenced to death.
And the punch line? Lt. Col. Michael E. Mulligan described Akbar as “a hate-filled murderer who waged war on troops he did not know in the middle of the night.“*
pH irony indicator level: 7.3
* I can’t find another reporting of this exact quote so it’s probably incorrect. It seems this is just a summary of what was said, which included “He is a hate-filled, ideologically driven murderer”, which is still amusing.
I’ve noticed something about mothers. They seem morbidly obsessed with sudden and sad deaths. Not a week goes by without me hearing of somebody’s mother telling stories of shockingly sudden bouts of cancer or heart attacks. They don’t seem to notice the hundreds of people around them who, every single day, don’t get cancer and don’t have heart attacks.
“Paul Brown. Sure you remember little Paulie Brown, you used to play together as kids. He’s married now; a wife to support. Three young children of his own too. Twenty six years old he is. Twenty six. Last week, he was walking across the road to the supermarket, and BAM! breathing normally. how sudden! how fine and dandy!”