Scientists ought to have collecting data on vehicle crash extinctions and casualties for decades. Analyzes of the hazards of the tobacco multitude in the many hundreds. But the US government has never funded a research center to investigate grease-gun violence. Yesterday, the California legislature approved a budget allocating$ 5 million to establish the California Firearm Violence Research Center. The information collected actually wants to be free.
What scientists don’t know about the public health blow of guns could fill an armory. Its a infamy, says Michael Siegel, an epidemiologist and member of the Violence Prevention Research Unit at Boston University. Gun violence is one of the top public health problems in the person. If youre in an urban centres and African American, its possibly the number 1 public health problem youre going to face .” But for some countries , no one has even the most basic descriptive data, like how many people own guns. Without that kind of indispensable datum , nobody can evaluate policies.
Even if you had the data, the lack of funding aims few investigates are qualified to analyze it. We have to have a dialogue with young people about whether or not they are unable build a occupation in this field, says Jon Vernick, co-director of the Johns Hopkins Center for Gun Policy and Research. Im perfectly confident that we lost a generation of researchers because we havent had the money.
The California Firearm Violence Research Center will have funding, study a new harvest of researchers, and get one of the best grease-gun brutality data sets out there. Over the last fifteen years, national rates of firearm violence have remained unchanged. says Garen Wintemute, a physician and the director of the Violence Prevention Research Unit at UC Davis. But in that time period, firearm savagery in California has decreased by about 20 percent. Wintemute, who spearheaded the proposed establishment of the center with Senator Lois Wolk, a Democrat who represents Davis, hopes that’ll is just one of the things the brand-new unit can figure out.
Ideally, the centre for human rights will benefit from unhindered access to the state’s artillery savagery data, and be able to examine the ways it has evolved over day as programmes shifted–which should make for some robust research.Wintemute wishing to the center dive into everything from assessing program effectiveness toevaluating whether there’s a connection between grease-gun savagery and alcohol abuse.
Understanding what has moved well or severely in California will apply to the rest of the United States, but it undoubtedly won’t be enough to solve America’s gun problem. Federal funding drives the public health study agenda, and$ 5million is scarcely a pellet of birdshot compared the ammo the Feds deploy on other scientific problems.Still, Wolk recalls producing any lucidity to the conversation is a move in the right counseling. Until the governmental forces comes to their feels, the problem is so large and serious that everyone should have a shared policy exchange, she says. Research will help us move in a direction that establishes common ground. This isnt of determining whether the Second Amendment is good or not. Good scientific and access to information ought to be principles any back of the gun question can agree on.
Nothing says it’s the holiday season quite like cuddling up on the couch and binge-watching TV. It’s too cold to go outside anyway, right? I know that there are a ton of movies themed around the holiday season that you can watch, but honestly, sometimes you just want to relive the magic of a classic, special holiday episode of a great TV show. Plus, it’s much easier to binge through a bunch of festive TV episodes than movies anyway. When you’re looking for something to watch this holiday season, look no further than this list of the best Christmas and Hanukkah TV episodes from your favorite shows.
1. — “Regional Holiday Music”
The comedic brilliance of sadly went under-appreciated by a mainstream audience when it was airing on NBC, but it grew to become a cult classic. Some of the sitcom’s best episodes were its annual holiday specials, which saw the Greendale study group trying to throw all-inclusive holiday parties, getting the claymation treatment in a winter wonderland, and in this standout special, becoming literally infected with Christmas cheer and bursting out into song. Not only does “Regional Holiday Music” offer up the sharp wit and smart storytelling that has become known for, but it’s also packed with original holiday music that will definitely replace those old carols you’ve heard a million times.
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2. — “The One With The Holiday Armadillo”
Another show known for going all out with its holiday specials, is always a perfect choice to get the whole family laughing. Although they’ve done a bunch of Christmas specials, “The One With The Holiday Armadillo” definitely stands out as the most iconic. It’s also got the perfect mix of both Christmas and Hanukkah in it, as Ross attempts to teach his son Ben about the Jewish celebration while hilariously dressed up as an armadillo.
3. — “A Very Topanga Christmas”
There’s no better feel-good, nostalgia show than , and that makes its holiday episodes perfect viewing for the holiday season. In particular, “A Very Topanga Christmas” stands out an extra-festive choice. In the episode, Cory goes through his own version of as he sees what his life would have been without Topanga in it.
4. — “Forgiveness and Stuff”
The Gilmore girls always do every family even up big, and that includes Christmas. The show’s first holiday episode goes characteristically haywire as Emily, Lorelai, and Rory all find themselves at odds during Emily’s big Christmas party, but they end up having to work through their differences after a major health scare. It’s the perfect thing to watch with the relatives you may have gotten into an argument with at Christmas dinner.
5. — “The Best Chrismukkah Ever”
For tons of split-faith families around the world, the holiday season is a time full of celebrating multiple traditions. And thanks to Seth Cohen, now that Christmas/Hanukkah combination has a name: Chrismukkah. Seth’s passion for the combined holiday is truly infectious when he first introduces it to Ryan in “The Best Chrismukkah Ever,” and just like Ryan starts to feel the cheery spirit, so will you when you watch this fun and joyful episode.
6. — “The Best Christmas Ever”
You can always count on to come hard with the hilarious, irreverent jokes, even during the holidays. The sitcom’s first holiday special is also its best, complete with illegal tree chopping, a competition to get Donna the best gift, and of course, a ton of booze.
7. — “Christmas Party”
For a super stressful but ultimately hilarious and kind of sweet episode of television to watch over the holidays, look no further than the “Christmas Party” episode of . True to form, Michael Scott winds up throwing a wrench in the office’s holiday gift exchange and nearly ruins the holiday party, before saving it by buying an obscene amount of alcohol.
8. — “In Excelsis Deo”
If you’re looking for a heartwarming holiday episode with more weight to it than the more comedic shows listed above, you can’t go wrong with . The show’s first Christmas episode follows all the White House staffers as they set out to perform good deeds in the holiday spirit, and ends with a touching gift exchange between Josh and his assistant Donna.
9. — “A Very Sunny Christmas”
Nobody does Christmas like the Paddy’s Pub gang… and that’s probably a good thing. The show’s best Christmas special finds the gang having a really crappy Christmas, as Dennis and Dee complain about the bad presents Frank gave them, Mac and Charlie discover all their holiday traditions are illegal, and Frank nearly dies in a car crash. But in the end, they all come together to have a very merry, and very trashy, Christmas.
10. — “Ludachristmas”
always nails it when it comes to inventing a unique take on the holidays, like a whole new mythology behind Leap Day, Anna Howard Shaw Day instead of Valentine’s Day, and of course, Ludachristmas, an even more drunken and debaucherous take on the traditional office Christmas party.
ALLEN PARK, Mich.- A suburban Detroit police officer stepped in after a pizza delivery driver was injured in a vehicle gate-crash to make sure a still-warm guild shaped it to its destination.
Lincoln Park police Cpl. Joe Sparks tells The Detroit News that Monday’s collision moved the Jet’s Pizza driver to a hospital with traumata and a sore brain. Sparks discerned an oven pouch in the wrecked vehicle before it was towed and realized the give address was nearby.
The 16 -year veteran of such forces told me that he “just figured it was the right thing to do” just knowing that “someone on the other dissolve was waiting for their food.”
Carl Babik, who got the pizza, tells WDIV-TV he initially had considered that he had done something wrong when Sparks pictured up with the order.
As much as America loves her guns, she has never liked the idea of seeing them in black hands.
Before the Revolutionary War, colonial Virginia passed a law barring black people from owning firearms — an exercise in gun control as racial control. In 1857, in his notorious Dred Scott decision, Chief Justice Roger Taney summoned the specter of black people freely enjoying the right to “keep and carry arms wherever they went.” Surely, he argued, the founders were not “so forgetful or regardless of their own safety” to permit such a thing. When black people armed themselves against white supremacist attacks following the Civil War, Southern state governments passed “black codes” barring them from owning guns. After the Black Panthers open carried to signal to California police officers that they would defend themselves against racial attacks in the late ’60s, then-Gov. Ronald Reagan signed a state ban on open carry into law.
In 2016, legal gun owner Philando Castile was shot after informing a Minnesota police officer that he was armed. Two years prior, Tamir Rice was killed by Cleveland police while holding a toy gun. John Crawford suffered the same fate in a Beavercreek, Ohio, Walmart.
So what does black gun ownership mean in a country so determined to keep its black populace unarmed? Since the 2016 election, interest in firearms has supposedly ticked upward in the black community. Gun shops and clubs link the interest to a desire for self-protection against the white supremacists emboldened by President Donald Trump’s election.
HuffPost spoke to 11 black gun owners about their reasons for owning a firearm. Trump was a non-factor. Instead, they talked about wanting to protect themselves out of fear that no one else would. They talked about their anxieties during interactions with the police and their complex views on gun regulation. Where gun advocates often adduce the imaginary heroics of a hypothetical active-shooter scenario to their arguments, the black gun owners we talked to referred to specific incidents, specific provocations — as if redlined, too, out of the fantasyland of American gun culture. And most of them returned to a sentiment as old as the nation itself: that owning firearms is a rebellion against a system bent on keeping them out of the hands of black folks.
The interviews have been condensed and edited for length and clarity.
“I can’t view myself as just a gun owner. I have to view myself as a black gun owner.”
RJ Young, 30, Tulsa, Oklahoma Young, a Ph.D. student at Oklahoma State, is writing a book called Let It Bang about his experiences as a black gun owner. He owns a Glock 17 9 mm and a Glock 26, which is his concealed carry weapon.
The first gun I ever touched was placed in my hand by my ex-father-in-law as a gesture of goodwill and good faith. He’s an old white man, and I was, at the time, dating his daughter. When he handed me this thing ― which I would come to find out was a “harsh judge,” or a revolver you can cross-load with shotgun shells ― I was very scared to touch and hold it. It looked enormous, kind of like a Flaming Scimitar.
He was smiling about it. I thought that this was really weird at the time, like a scary “Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner.” And I found out later from my girlfriend, who’d eventually become my wife, that this was him saying: “Hi, I’m Charles. I’m a nice guy.”
He had guns around the house, and it wasn’t a big deal. There was another shotgun leaned up against the door. I asked him about the gun in his little fanny pack he carried around, and he went on for about an hour about this pistol. And I figured that was my in. So over a few years I got to know him through guns, and I got pretty good with them. I got a concealed carry license, and I ended up trying to figure out what it meant for me to have a gun as a black man. I slowly learned that we weren’t always allowed to have firearms. They were kept from us for a number of different reasons, but not the least of which is white folks feared violence from black people ― in particular black men. And I had this question in my head about whether or not I was safer if I had a gun knowing what had happened to Trayvon Martin and Walter Scott.
In the course of becoming an expert with a pistol, so much so the NRA certified me as a pistol instructor, I’ve come to find out that I’m not safer. In fact, I’m probably more likely to have harm done to me if I have a firearm on me because a cop stopping me is not the same as a cop stopping a white person. And I have a duty to inform any officer who stops me that I am carrying and that I have a permit for it. But how they react to that, I can’t say. And that scares me. So I would rather not have a firearm on me and give someone a reason, even in their minds, to shoot.
I believe in the right to carry a gun, so I own them, and they stay locked up. The ammunition stays in one room, and the firearm stays in the other. I go shoot from time to time to keep my skills and to keep my credentials, but I don’t carry one in public. For them to be for protection, they would have to be loaded. Even if I wanted to go get them from a closet, I don’t keep them loaded. I keep the slide lock open and a key lock through them. They’re paperweights in my house. If somebody broke into my place, either I’m going to let them do what they need to do and leave or I’m going to try to handle it with my hands.
But the chances of someone breaking into my house are small. And if they broke in there, I want to believe that they believe they need something from me that would make them somehow feel whole or make them somehow get to a better place.
But if they shoot me or I shoot them, then nothing gets resolved. I’m just a cowboy who shot an outlaw. If that person is subdued or if I knock that person unconscious with one of the candle holders I keep around, and then that person is handcuffed and we go through this system of justice that we put into place; I feel much better about that. I don’t believe breaking into my house means that you need to die.
If I looked like Thor, I’d probably feel better about carrying a gun because the stigma is — I mean, I’m not just a black man. I’m a fit black man with, you know, 15 tattoos, sponge-brush hair and beard, and Malcolm X glasses, and I wear Jordans all the time.
If I could walk around Oklahoma and not count how many black folks were in the room, I’d probably feel better about firearms as a black man. I’d probably feel safer walking around with one. But the fact is, most people have a narrow view of who I am. I don’t get to wave my credentials in front of me and say, “Hey, master’s degree! Hey, Ph.D. student!” People have to take me as what they see, and they will immediately form an opinion about me. And most people who are white will have a bad opinion of me. That’s how I think this fits into my blackness. I can’t view myself as just a gun owner. I have to view myself as a black gun owner.
“When you live in certain environments, you’re preconditioned to paranoia.”
Courtney Cable, 39, Detroit, Michigan Cable works as a insurance sales agent. She owns a Smith & Wesson 9 mm.
I’ve lived in the inner city for years, and I’ve been a gun owner for over five years now. I don’t see anything wrong with it, to be honest. I was born and raised in Detroit, Michigan. Sometimes I think we have post-traumatic stress. But we don’t know about these conditions that we live in. We just think this is the norm, and the norm is, you have to protect yourself before anyone else tries to harm you or rob you. You have that preconceived notion. You may not see it, but you’re living there. You know what goes on. You just have to protect yourself, pretty much, because everyone else probably has a gun.
My father was a gun collector, so he had Smith & Wessons. I was about 7 years old, and I had a stepfather who always had a gun in the home. And we knew not to touch it growing up. I got a little bit older, and my older brother had guns for protection because he was living not such a good life. Eventually, he ended up getting murdered in an act of gun violence. He was shot over 17 times.
If I’m going out any day or at night, I always carry it. If I’m coming in my house, I always have it out ready to walk into my home. You know, it’s just day to day.
I feel as though I’m more vulnerable than others. I’m an easy target. I feel like a lot of things do happen to females. I live alone so it’s just ― yeah, I’m an easy target, really. People watch you come and go, you know what I mean? And even though I’m 5’11”, that doesn’t mean anything. If people wanna target you, they’re going to watch your activities, who’s coming in and out of your home. Anybody could follow you. When you live in certain environments, you’re preconditioned to paranoia. It’s behaviors you don’t even know really exist. Even if I’m in a good neighborhood, I still have some of the same worries, though I’m probably not as alert as I am in other areas. For the most part, I’m watching my surroundings all the time.
I do feel safer with a firearm even though I’m still nervous, I’m scared, I’m afraid. When I am protected, and my gun is unlocked and loaded, I feel as though I have a chance. It’s either gonna be me or you ― and I can’t be afraid of whatever happens at that point.
Even though I’m a gun holder and I’m licensed to carry, being stopped by the police still worries me. It’s gotten to the point where I kind of don’t want to carry because it makes me more uneasy to drive while having my gun in my vehicle. For a while, I didn’t even carry it while driving ― whether I was out at a nightclub or whether I had a date. I didn’t even bother. I’d just take the chance because I was that afraid of the police.
“I’m a guy who likes to do things by the book, and I want to be able to protect myself against people who don’t.”
Kendall Marr, 29, Topeka, Kansas Marr works as a government spokesperson. He owns a SCCY 9 mm pistol and an AR-15 that he built himself.
I grew up in Texas. Guns are a part of life down there ― whether it be hunting or just going to the shooting range. It’s an everyday thing. I have guns because I enjoy shooting, and I also enjoy hunting. I’ve got family in Texas with a ranch, so I’m used to going out there and doing quite a bit of hunting.
My earliest experience with guns was growing up as a kid on a military base. You’d see people marching around the base with their M-16s, with the little orange or red plastic card in the tips. Both of my parents are in the military, so I saw weapons at home as well. My mom had a pink pistol as her side arm. Growing up with friends who wanted to hunt, we’d go out every now and then and do some shooting at the range or in the woods.
I was around 16 when I first shot a gun. I was at my buddy’s house and we’d gone out to his family’s ranch. They had shooting traps set up at 100 yards, 200 yards, 300 yards, and we’d put out pumpkins and watermelons and shoot them. This is how I found out that I like to shoot.
There are people who don’t have the right mindset to have handguns, people who aren’t responsible with guns. Those people shouldn’t have them. But, yes, I feel safer with a firearm. And changing the laws of what firearms you can carry isn’t going to change the mind of someone who wants to do something illegal. I’m a guy who likes to do things by the book, and I want to be able to protect myself against people who don’t.
I open carry but I don’t do it often. Being pulled over by the police is always a sticky situation in general. So when you’ve got a weapon with you, you’ve got to be prepared and extremely careful. You’re certainly more nervous. I haven’t been pulled over while I was carrying, but if I was, I would be extremely attentive. I’d have my hands on the wheel. I’d tell the officer I am carrying.
“Honestly, no, I know I’m not any safer.”
Toria C. Boldware, 39, Minneapolis, Minnesota Boldware, a program assistant, owns a .40-caliber Smith & Wesson M&P Shield.
My grandfather was my first experience with guns. I am originally from Charlotte, North Carolina, and I grew up seeing him with rifles. They were just a part of life. They weren’t anything abnormal to me. I remember being in the country ― you can’t do this in the city limits ― and on New Year’s Eve, he would go out at midnight and shoot the gun off. And that was the highlight of New Year’s for me, seeing him go out and shoot his gun. I was in elementary school, and it was so cool. It stuck with me so much. And I never got that misconstrued. I didn’t think that guns were “so cool,” but this one act was just neat for me. It’s a regional, Southern, old way of life — I mean, I hope people still don’t shoot into the air on New Year’s. Looking back on it, that was dumb.
I purchased my first firearm in North Carolina, around 2005. I was about 26 or 27. It was a small .25 handgun that could fit in my purse. That .25 ended up being stolen, and I didn’t get another one for a while after that. But I would still go to the range every Friday. Friday was like date night at the range. The initial plan was for me to have a concealed carry permit, so I wanted something that was small that I could stick in my purse or keep in my glove compartment. Something that was easily accessible in the event that I needed it.
I moved shortly after the Philando Castile incident. Do I feel safer? It’s a mental thing. In my head I feel like I’m safer. But honestly, no, I know I’m not any safer. I keep my gun locked up. Getting to it is not going to be as easy as one would think. It’s not on my hip. This isn’t the movies. I don’t have it just ready to go. As far as driving around with it, I keep it locked up in my trunk. And the key is not usually with me.
I’m not as fearful as some of the recent shootings and incidents should make me feel. I’m not too terrified, and if I got pulled over, I wouldn’t even let them know I had a firearm since the gun would likely be in my trunk. I wouldn’t have access to it like I would if it were in the car beside me.
I am a Southern liberal. I’m not anti-gun, but I’m not regulation for all. I believe in responsible gun ownership. Because I’m a Southern liberal, I’m like, don’t take my gun. But don’t let people who don’t need to have guns have guns. I know the Second Amendment was created when we were shooting muskets and trying to keep redcoats from coming to take America. But things were different then. And I don’t cling to that as a crutch for having a gun. I know how I grew up. I know that I grew up with guns in my life. And I know that having them safely and the right people having them are OK.
“I’ve rarely seen a situation where a firearm made it better.”
Thomas Moore, 35, Houston, Texas Moore is a control systems engineer. He owns an American Derringer M1 .357 Magnum, a Derringer .38 Special, a .40-caliber Springfield XD, a Taurus Judge revolver, a Smith & Wesson Bodyguard .380 pistol and a LWRC .223/.556 M6 rifle with EOTech sights.
When I first moved down to Houston, I was 23 years old, and I would go in the house and not lock my door. And a guy came in my house in the middle of the night while I was sleeping. He was standing in my doorway looking at me, and I had nothing around me to defend myself with. After that, I went a bought a shotgun.
I grew up on the South Side of Chicago, and I had a bunch of buddies who banged and lived that kind of life. So my first experience with guns was from being around them. I’d never touch them, but I’d be around while they were shooting at the ground and acting stupid. I’ve been mugged before. I had a guy steal my bike with a pistol.
I also had a gentleman offer me an Uzi machine gun when I was 16. Me and my buddies were outside, just hanging on the corner. And this one guy comes up and he’s like, “You wanna buy a gun?” I’m curious, so I say, “What you got?” He pulls out an Uzi ― in the box and everything ― and says, “I’ll give it to you for $125 bucks.” I’m 16. I don’t have $125 to spare.
I don’t feel safer with a gun. I used to, but over the years my thought process on guns has changed. If someone comes and pulls a gun on you, you’re not gonna pull your gun out. I have a concealed carry license, but they teach you to remove yourself from situations before you have to use your weapon. Things happen in the blink of an eye. I’ve been in situations where my gun probably could have helped me, but I never even thought about grabbing it. I’ve also been in situations where me having a gun could have escalated the situation.
One time I was out with a friend at an after-hours club, and we got into an argument. This gentleman decided he wanted to step in. So I’m telling him, “Look, I don’t know you, and you don’t know me.” I guess he took that the wrong way, and he starts reaching for his hip, saying, “You don’t know me either.” It’s clear he had a firearm. If I reach in my pocket for my firearm, that’s where it could have gone wrong. I just walked away and left it alone.
I’ve been pulled over a few times, and it’s never been a problem for me. When you get pulled over, you have to hand them both of your licenses, and you have to tell them that you have a firearm and where it’s at. But with all the recent shootings, I am a little bit more leery now about police.
The older I get, the more my stance changes on firearms. I do believe that people should have one in their homes. But I’ve rarely seen a situation where a firearm made it better.
Down here in Texas, we can open carry. I did it one time, but I felt like the biggest jackass on Earth. It makes people uncomfortable, and it really doesn’t serve a purpose to let someone know you have a gun. And with all the recent shootings, that could have gone bad for me, too ― like the guy who got killed in Walmart for having a toy rifle. Or Tamir Rice. It’s things like that that make me feel like the laws aren’t really equal. I’ve not personally had a problem, but that doesn’t mean that that problem doesn’t exist.
“I have a hammer for my home improvement. I have my gun for self-protection. They’re just tools to me.”
Carlton LeFlore, 30, Winter Garden, Florida LeFlore works as an armed security guard, most recently for an abortion clinic. He owns a total of 18 guns, including four assault weapons. His assortment of tactical weapons includes a number of different brands ― mostly Glocks, Smith & Wessons and Springfields. LeFlore also has a variety of gun types, including semi-automatic and bolt-action rifles, semi-automatic and pump-action shotguns, revolvers and several semi-automatic handguns.
I grew up in one of the toughest neighborhoods in Miami: Liberty City. Violence and stuff like that was part of our everyday lives.
I always had a love affair with guns. I wanted to be a police officer. I always wanted to be a cop when playing cops and robbers with my friends. I bought water guns and toy guns. But I was always told that guns were bad. You shouldn’t have a gun, you shouldn’t own a gun ― especially for a young black male, you shouldn’t own a gun because you’ll be looked at as a thug, a criminal or a gangster. And, at first, I didn’t really want to own a gun. I thought that you should own a gun for self-protection, and at that time I didn’t feel like I was in any danger, even growing up in a bad neighborhood. As I got older, I started trying to understand the gun world. I’m a security officer now. I’ve had to incorporate guns into my work life.
In 2009, I bought my first gun. It was a shotgun. I started to see on the news that there were a number of home invasions happening around our city. That motivated me enough to get a gun at least for home protection. I started doing my research to see what was the best shotgun, the laws of the state, the laws of the city and what my Second Amendment rights were in regards to self-defense.
I’ve done armed security work, most recently for an abortion clinic. Every day, the clinic would get protesters ― religious fanatics or people who are just strictly against abortion ― so they needed security in order to protect the patients who visited the clinic. I was like the Secret Service for the doctor. He was the main priority. The clinic was located in a very conservative part of town. The clinic had gotten threats before ― people calling up threatening to blow up the clinic, to kill the doctors and stuff like that. I’ve even had protesters who were armed themselves show me their gun. They didn’t threaten me, but they were like, “I keep this for my protection.”
I always tell people who are thinking about getting into gun ownership that a gun is not an end-all, be-all. There’s a 50-50 chance that you can still die or perish at the hands of somebody else with a gun or a knife or a car or any other weapon. But it’s that 50 percent chance that I will take over a 100 percent chance of not being able to defend myself. I think what people don’t understand about guns is that if you practice responsible gun ownership, meaning that you follow the rules of gun safety ― keep your gun off the trigger, always treat your gun like it’s loaded, keep it pointed downrange at the shooting range and don’t point your gun at anything you’re not willing to destroy ― you won’t have accidents.
I feel a lot safer than I did when I wasn’t a gun owner. When I wasn’t a gun owner, I used to fear leaving my house at night. I was living in a bad neighborhood, and you never know what people might do to you. I would wear jewelry or some expensive shoes and fear that somebody might rob me. I don’t want to have to shoot anyone. I would never want to use my gun on someone. It’s really a precaution, a way of being prepared in case someone wants to harm me. We live in a world where it’s becoming less and less safe.
I conceal carry. I’ve been stopped by police on three separate occasions ― two last year and once in 2015. When I was pulled over, it was a similar to the Philando Castile situation. I was with my cousin, but my gun was in the glove compartment. I was sitting in the passenger seat, and they stopped us because the headlight was out. They asked her for her license and registration. Now her registration was in the glove compartment with the gun. I told the officer that there’s a gun in the car ― which you don’t have to do in Florida. I just volunteered the information because I wanted to keep everyone safe. I told him the gun was in the glove compartment. He told me not to reach for it, and I complied. He ran my name, he asked me about the gun and if I had a concealed weapons license. I told him yeah. In Florida, if you’re traveling with a gun, it either has to be in a holster on you or in a locked box or in a glove compartment. Once he ran our names and everything came back good, he just sent us on our way.
I’ve had nothing but positive experiences with police, regarding me having a gun. Now being black, I am conscious of how I could get one of those police officers we’ve been hearing about on the news who treat this as a hostile situation. But I try to take extra precaution with the police to make it out the situation alive. I’m not saying every police officer is good and is going to treat me like those three separate occasions where I was pulled over ― now and then you will get one that is a little overzealous and doesn’t know the law. If they can’t see your hands, and they know you got a gun, then they probably will be a little bit uncomfortable.
Guns should be used only as a self-defense tool. I have a hammer for my home improvement. I have my gun for self-protection. They’re just tools to me. I don’t give them any power other than that. And I feel like most people give the gun so much power, but the gun can’t pull the trigger itself.
“I don’t give a fuck who they meant the Second Amendment for. It’s mine now.”
Maj Toure, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania Toure, who declined to give his age, is an activist and entrepreneur who founded Black Guns Matter. He never discusses what firearms he owns.
My introduction was from a well-balanced perspective. Guys in my neighborhood would get drunk and shoot their guns into the air on New Year’s Eve. Bullets come down though, number one. Number two, you’re wasting ammo. And number three, that’s just not responsible. I had uncles who were in Desert Storm, I got uncles who were in Vietnam. And seeing their understanding of firearms and how they carried themselves, I immediately had what to do and what not to do.
Firearms are just as normal as your cell phone. You don’t drop your cell phone in water. You have a lock on your phone. It’s very private. It’s yours. You know how to operate it. It’s like a car. When you first start driving, you don’t know what the hell you’re doing. Then you start paying attention, being observant, looking around and being a responsible driver. Get drunk and shooting your gun is the same as getting drunk and driving. The difference is one is a right. A human right. One is a privilege.
I’m very careful in certain places now because you can’t carry. Black Guns Matter is doing trainings in different cities. And there are different rules for different states. So in some places I may not be able to lawfully carry, and I have to be mindful of that. That’s part of the responsibility.
We give classes free to all on firearm safety, on knowing the law, on how to apply state laws and for different permits, how to get a license to carry in your particular town, who are some trainers that you can work with. We work with trainers locally for whatever city, lawyers that know firearm laws, the Sanskrit, the basics, conflict resolution, de-escalation tactics. We give lessons on basics, so in essence it’s a class on the Second Amendment, on human rights, on civics, firearm safety and the cultural differences between communities.
And that’s to put people on the path to good citizenship. When you start paying attention to the Second Amendment, you start having more of a value for all of the other amendments. That creates good citizens: people who are politically active, who are going to their school board meetings, who are seeing what’s up with budgets, talking to their city councils, talking to their state representatives. We’re getting them involved politically on most angles.
America would not have even been created without firearms. Some people say it’s a contradiction for me as an African-American man to have a position: “When they wrote the Second Amendment, they didn’t mean it for you.” I don’t give a fuck who they meant it for. It’s mine now.
“I am not worried about my interactions with the police.”
David White, 29, Atlanta, Georgia White, a sales executive, only owns one gun ― a Glock 9 mm ― but has plans to buy more firearms in the future.
I remember like it was yesterday. I was with my best friend ― who’s now been my best friend for 23 years. His stepdad was drunk. We had just come in from playing basketball and his gun was on the kitchen table. We were just staring at it. And my best friend said, “That’s my stepdad’s gun. Don’t touch it.”
His stepdad came around the corner, stumbling, and just started hollering at us. He wasn’t upset or angry, but just realizing that he left the gun on the table and that he probably shouldn’t have. But he took it as an opportunity to talk shit to us, tell us about his background in the military and how experienced he was with guns. He asked us if we wanted to know a little bit more about the gun. And we said hell yeah. We were, what, 13- or 14-year-old black males in Atlanta. So he took us through what this part was, what that part was and how to load and unload it. He took the bullets out and let us practice ourselves.
I’m a new gun owner. I purchased my first firearm in late September. I wasn’t really looking to purchase a gun until I became a homeowner. And I started feeling more strongly as the months went by that I needed to be able to protect my home if I had to.
Having a firearm in the house is definitely an adjustment. I mean, it’s a weird type of feeling and experience. I don’t have any kids yet, but I’m constantly thinking about ― when we do have kids or when minors are in our house visiting ― where am I keeping the gun, how is it locked and safely put away. I feel a little bit more comfortable now knowing that if I hear something outside at night or if I hear gunshots at not a too far distance, I’m not going to feel vulnerable or completely at the whim or mercy of someone potentially running inside my home and having their way with my family. It’s a little bit easier to sleep at night.
I intend to open carry, because it’s a right. It’s an American right. Even though I don’t feel like the right is applied equally, I know it’s an American right. And I feel like I should be able to do it. ― not only to protect myself but also to protect, potentially, the lives of others in the rare situation that I could find myself positioned to do so. It’s not even just thinking about me, because I know I’m a healthy and physically able person. If I’m ever in a position where I can help or protect someone else, I’d want to be able to do that and not feel helpless.
I am not worried about my interactions with the police ― and I know that’s probably startling to hear given some of the recent events in our country. I’ve had some rough experiences with the police, but I feel like I know how to disarm a situation verbally, and I’m willing to do whatever is necessary to ease that situation. And I’m very keen on reading people.
Now, you flip that and talk about me potentially running into an officer while I have a weapon on me? That’s something that I haven’t really wrapped my mind around yet ― and I probably do need to do some thinking and talking out with my wife as to how to approach that situation.
“I worry about the repercussions of the wrong approach.”
David Cain, 33, Tampa, Florida Cain, who works in the tech industry, owns an AR-15, a shotgun, a Glock, a Smith & Wesson and a Taurus Judge.
Previously, I was an active-duty Marine. I deployed in 2006, and that is how I got into firearms in general. I grew up with no firearms, but being in the military, you get accustomed to being around them. And I shoot purely for fun. I go to the range and I shoot a few different weapons.
I don’t have any childhood experiences with guns. My parents were pretty anti-gun to the point where we couldn’t even have toy guns. So I didn’t have any gun of any type growing up. When my grandfather passed away, I think I was 19 and my mom gave me his shotgun. I don’t really know how that transition happened. I think she didn’t know what else to do with it, so she gave it to me.
I grew up in the country in Michigan. So I took my grandfather’s gun to a friend’s house, and we shot in the backyard. And it actually jammed the second time I shot it, and I never got it fixed. I don’t think it had been oiled for however long it had been sitting in my grandfather’s closet. I ended up selling it because I couldn’t figure out how to fix it. I was young. I didn’t have the money to pay for a gunsmith at the time.
I carry almost everywhere I go, and when I’m carrying, I feel safer with it because I know what my training is. I feel confident enough that if I needed to, I could use it. Of course I would hope that never happens. But I do feel safer having the ability to defend myself and my kids. I don’t carry when I go to pick up my kids from school or things like that, because obviously you can’t have guns in school zones. There are some limitations to what I can do, but if I’m able to carry in that location, then I carry.
I have been fortunate enough to not have any interactions with the police but I worry about it daily. I almost bought a dash camera just to make sure that any action I take is recorded. I mean, I have friends who are police officers. I just try my best to make sure everyone’s at ease. But it hasn’t happened to me yet. I haven’t been pulled over while carrying. I just worry that, when you tell someone you have a weapon, you’re bringing their alert level higher. And my understanding of Florida law is that you don’t have to declare that you have a weapon on you. But I don’t know why you wouldn’t. I worry about if I didn’t tell them and they saw it or if I told them and then they felt more threatened. I mean, what’s the right approach? And I worry about the repercussions of the wrong approach.
My wife isn’t comfortable with guns. I have a safe, and I have to keep everything in the safe. And that’s just how it is. She’s nervous because we have small children. I have a 5-year-old and a 3-year-old, so you just want to make sure that the guns are always secured and unloaded. And I believe that children should know that they exist so that curiosity isn’t there. I’ve explained to the oldest one that they shouldn’t touch them. The youngest one is aware of them, but they’re in a safe. She can’t get to them. When she’s about 5, I’ll probably talk to her about them, too, and I plan on having my kids shoot when they’re about 10 or 11 just so they understand how a gun operates. Maybe it’ll scare them into not liking them or maybe it will take their interest. But either way, I want to make sure that I know their level of interest, that I can gauge that and see how to handle it.
That’s an important conversation that every gun owner has to have with their children. We try to be vigilant, but, unfortunately, access can happen. You forget to close the safe all the way or a kid can hit it with a hammer and it bumps open ― anything can happen. Who knows? But it’s better to have the conversation.
“Anyone who wasn’t white and who had a weapon was considered a thug.”
Rodney Jackson, 46, Plano, Texas Jackson works in IT security. He owns several handguns. He has two Springfields: the classic 1911 .45-caliber and a 9 millimeter. He also owns a Sig Sauer 9 mm and a Kimber 1911. He bought his wife a Sig Sauer P238 .380-caliber firearm.
I grew up in Kansas City, Missouri, in the inner city. And during that time there was a lot of violence. I never was part of it. I was always a school boy. And then I attended college with a bunch of my friends who were like me, about 50 miles north. And that was our first interaction with another race, with white folks. I started learning that a lot of them believed in carrying guns, and I thought it was, at the time, just a gang activity. But I learned that a lot of folks go out and hunt, and they collect guns for a variety of reasons.
After I left college, I moved to Texas, and here, everybody has a gun. Everybody has a concealed carry handgun license. But I noticed that not many people who look like me had a concealed carry license. So at that point, I said, “How about if I get a gun and start using it, practicing, going to a range and so forth, and then look into getting a concealed carry license?” And I did that.
I just wanted to exercise my right. It was almost like I was witnessing people ― when I say people, I mean white Americans ― exercise theirs, but they didn’t want us to carry. Anyone who wasn’t white and who had a weapon was considered a thug. I wasn’t a thug. So I was gonna get one, and I was going to go through the proper classes and safely learn how to use it.
When I first visited a gun show I saw that it really wasn’t that many black people there at all. So I felt good about my decision, and I wanted to try to encourage more people to do it, too. And that’s how come I still, to this day, collect weapons and continue to motivate people to get their carry license.
I pitch potential black gun owners on the safety aspect and that it is actually our right to be able to carry a weapon because of the Second Amendment. I think we should practice all of our rights. They would prefer if you don’t have one for that reason alone. It’s almost like a rebellious type of front that I come at them from. Why wouldn’t you want to carry one?
When I first got the weapon, I was really into it. I was going to the range several times a week, and I really wanted to be a proficient shooter. And what I noticed is that I started feeling uncomfortable because it was all whites there, and they had all sorts of weapons ― like weapons that you just wouldn’t hunt with, but military-style weapons that they would practice with.
One day at the range, I decided I was going to change out a sight on one of my weapons. I went to the gunsmith, and while I was waiting, these white guys came up. One guy said to Joe the gunsmith: “Joe, I want you to meet my friend Mark. Mark, Joe is the best gunsmith in Texas. When Armageddon comes, I got a compound in East Texas. I’m getting Joe, and we gonna live on our compound and we gonna defend ourselves because Armageddon is coming and we’re going to take this place back.”
He said it right there in front of me, and that just made me feel like they’re gearing up for something, whether it’s going to come to fruition or not. And it made me want to always protect myself, always carry, always have something on me.
But I don’t feel safer with a gun. Here’s why: It’s almost like a fight. If you don’t pull yours first, you almost stand no chance. If you get hit first, you really stand no chance after that. Somewhat I feel safer. But, you know, if I’m at a gas station and someone is determined to rob me, I don’t really stand a chance against them. However, if I’m somewhere where there are a lot of people, and something breaks out, and it’s is not directed at me, I stand a better chance with a weapon of getting out of there.
There’ve been a couple times I’ve been pulled over, and, in carry class, they teach you how to handle a traffic stop. I always have my hands outside the car ― and I was taught that at a very young age. So when the officer comes up, I have my driver’s license and insurance card in my hand. Although I know now they don’t really need the insurance card ― they can look it up ― I still have it ready because I don’t want to reach in my glove box even though the weapon is not there. It’s normally on my person.
When I have my hands out, when he sees the carry license, the first thing he asks is, “Are you carrying?” I hate that question. Because I don’t see what the purpose of the question is. If I say no, is that going to take you off guard? If I say yes, is that going to make you more on guard? So I’d prefer you don’t ask the question. If I gave you the carry permit, just assume I h
The format of this dreadfully dull show is identical to others of the Kardashian empire: wearisome panoramas of parties sitting in kitchens not ingesting cheese plates
Is there a less qualified actuality demo wizard than Rob Kardashian? If you lined up 10 beings from the shedding document of A& Es Intervention and Rob Kardashian and had to choose one to base an ongoing tv series around, would you ever pick him unless you knew his last name? Isnt this a tragedy? Shouldnt we all be more unnerved?
Sunday nights premiere of the brand-new E! serial Rob& Chyna observes the income of the black sheep Kardashian to the public eye. Hes expended years of his life unwilling to leave his room, which justification him to gain( his terms) a clutch of load. He examines little comfortable preparing attention linked with other human being than the little orphan girlfriend Newt from the movie Aliens. A Los Angeles Dodgers hat covers whats left of the poor people thin, unkempt “hairs-breadth”. His wardrobe consists of T-shirts , nondescript jeans and sneakers. In other messages, when I watch this astoundingly depressing curriculum, I attend myself and what I might become( minus the millions of dollars ).
The first few minutes of Rob& Chyna intend to stir us sympathize with Rob and his pregnant fiancee Blac Chyna. As an aside, isnt it a bit grisly that Blac Chyna leads almost entirely by the reputation Chyna in the first episode now that the original Chyna the former WWE wrestler has died? Its like rummaging through someones jewelry after a funeral.
Regardless of what you call her, Blac Chyna is the actual wizard of this reveal, even if her name is second on the marquee. She came up from the world-famous deprive squads of Atlanta and grew something of an entrepreneur, at least in accordance with the rules that we characterize that word in 2016. She took the Kardashian template of monetizing tabloid infamy through a religion of temperament social media ubiquity, branded products, and now, the final bit of the mystify, an E! actuality franchise. Shes become a major supporting player in the ongoing Kardashian meta-narrative having a baby with the rapper Tyga, who then leaves her for Kylie Jenner, which leads to Chyna join obliges with Rob. Whether or not her relationship with Rob is genuine or a calculated effort to increase her paying potential is not for me to decide (* cough its bullshit cough *) but what is is whether or not this Tv show is good. Its not.
Five people snared in the UK’s biggest gondola policy hoax investigation have been sentenced at Newport Crown Court.
Bethan Palmer, 26, of Newport, Stephen Pegram, 49, of Blackwood, Nicola Cook, 41, of Hengoed, Nicola Rees, 48, of Bargoed, Caerphilly County, and Stephen Brooks, of Cardiff, were imprisonedlast month.
They were involved in affirms worth 144,000 between 2009 and 2011.
The total number of convictions in relation to the swindle has now smacked 81.
Judge Daniel Williams said each demand implied “dishonesty preserved over a long time”, including the costs for machine insurance companies of this type of impostor is “immense”.
He told the defendants: “The preparedness of beings like you to clear inaccurate claims has spawned an industry of accident handling companies and squads of lawyers and doctors and others who are capitalising, knowingly or unknowingly, with fraud by unquestioningly treating inaccurate claims.”
Palmer had a 10 -month sentence, suspended for two years, after she used found guilty of conspiracy to defraud and perverting the course of justice.
However, she she made no demand herself and received no money.
Pegram was jailed for six months, after he was is guilty of plot to defraud at Cardiff Crown Court over a 4,200 fee he received when his automobile was written-off.
In total, he was involved in 19,000 of claims.
Mother-of-two Cook was handed 12 months, following her conviction on the plot offence; this related to a 5,500 harm claim she made.
Rees, a nanny, had a nine month sentence suspended for two years after she was found guilty of plot to victimize in relation to 22,000 of claims.
Brooks, of Llanedeyrn – who was also convicted of the plot charge with claims worth 19,500 – was handed a six month convict that was suspended for two years.
The wider case, uncovered by Gwent Police’s Operation Dino, involved 28 separate land claims and 57 cars, expensing the insurance manufacture more than 760,000.
It controlled out of a garage are stationed in Pengam, Blackwood, which was known as both St David’s Crash Repair and Easifix and owned by the Yandell family.
Gwent Police has said they were the conceives, providing the insurance fraud work for scores of friends and relatives.
Byron Yandell, 32, his father Peter Yandell, 53 and wife Rachel Yandell, 31, together with Gavin Yandell, 31, and Michelle Yandell, 52, were all to imprisonment for between six and two years.
I’m going to level with you here … I know next to NOTHING about Doctor Strange. He says funny incantations and chants and it’s all magic-y and, at one point, he was more powerful than Galactus, a planet-eating, super-evil god-thing .
Luckily I googled it. He was a very talented surgeon who was mean and simply cared about money. So much so that he’d turn away people who couldn’t spend. Then he had a huge gondola disintegrate that ruined his high-functioning hands so he couldn’t play surgery any more. With that in brain, he advanced “the worlds” in search for a dry but seemingly inadvertently became a magician or something…
It features Cumberbatch as Stephen Strange, a bald-pated Tilda Swinton as The Ancient One, Chiwetel Ejiofor as Baron Mordo and a dangerously evil-looking Mad Mikkelsen as a seemingly unnamed( thus far) bad guy … it’s entertaining because Benedict Cumberbatch killed Mikkelsen’s brother in Sherlock…
The trailer obviously lives up to its subjects figure, Mister Weird or whatever. Unlike so many other Marvel movies, it doesn’t seem to have an already established persona cameoing( Black Widow in Captain America, Hawkeye in Thor, Coulson in Iron man, etc …). It’s sort of seems like a cross between Inception and Avatar( the invigorated sequence ). Have a look…
It’s intense. Maybe too intense. It could fall into the dangerous realms of DC by being too serious but that’s sometimes okay- nothing incorrect with a movie where you’re not laughing. And Rachel McAdams is in it … she’s good … so that’s a good thing.
I don’t like his accent. I know he’s American and everything but it just seems like a litter of Benedict Cumberbatch’s voice.
I’ll still watch it though … what do you think? Give us know in the comments !
Two months ago, you came to Europe looking for adventure. The plan was to backpack across the continent, drinking and carousing your way through country after country with no agenda but to live life to its fullest. You wanted to eat, sleep, and breathe all of the different amazing cultures, but, disappointingly, you’ve hardly done any of that. All you’ve done is visit a bunch of old buildings, usually among crowds of other tourists. And today—the last day of your trip—is no different.
You’re here at the Vatican, looking at old buildings with a tour group. Your window for a grand European adventure is quickly closing, and if you don’t do something soon, your trip will have been a waste.
What? No! Doing calf raises in public does not count as adventure. Try something else.
Jesus, what the hell is wrong with you? That lady did absolutely nothing to you. What kind of psychopath spits on a stranger in a church?
Well, the good news is that you’re finally going to have that big European adventure you wanted: You got arrested and are now being taken to a weird foreign jail. Have fun, ya fuckin’ lunatic.
You sneak away from the tour group and begin wandering around the Sistine Chapel. Against better judgment, you duck beneath a couple velvet ropes and tiptoe through some unauthorized areas before finding yourself at the mouth of a mysterious, dimly lit corridor.
At the end of the corridor, you find a new corridor that’s even more dim and mysterious than the last one.
Ahh! There’s a huge spider behind you now! You’ve got no choice but to go down the scary hallway.
At the end of the dark corridor is a strange, bright doorway.
Ahh! There’s a dangerous pumpkin man behind you now! You’ve got no choice but to go through the strange doorway.
“Halt! Who are you? What are you doing here?”
Through the doorway, you are met by a menacing guard with a sword.
“You’re not a murderer or anything, are you?”
“Okay, good. Mind keeping an eye on His Holiness for, like, five minutes? Just gotta run out real quick.”
“Yeah. You just gotta stand there and make sure he doesn’t leave the room—we don’t want him getting into any mischief.”
“Great, thanks. Come with me, I’ll introduce you to him.”
“Pope, I’ve got a new friend for you to meet,” the guard says to the infallible leader of the world’s 1.2 billion Roman Catholics, who is currently standing four feet in front of you. “He’s gonna be in charge for a little while, so don’t give him any trouble, okay?”
“The Pope isn’t much of a talker,” the guard says. “But it looks like he wants to shake your hand.”
“Great, looks like you’ve got a handle on things. I’ll be back in a bit, but just remember: Don’t let the Pope leave this room.”
You nod reassuringly. The guard leaves, and suddenly it’s just you and His Holiness alone in the room.
Sitting across from you, the Pope stares silently. Looks like it’s up to you to steer the conversation.
The Pope says nothing.
The Pope remains silent.
The Pope raises his hand. Looks like he has a question.
“I need to make toilet, please,” the Pope says.
Hmm. The Pope needs to go to the bathroom, but the guard said that he needed to stay put.
“I must make toilet. I am the Pope.”
“Very well,” the Pope says.
You notice a little twinkle in the Pope’s eye. He grins ever so slightly. Then it hits you: the unmistakable aroma of urine. You look down and notice a sizable wet spot spreading across the front of the Pope’s vestments.
“I told you I had to make toilet, did I not?” says the Pope, smiling slightly.
“Oh, come on!” says the guard, returning to the room just as you’re frantically attending to the Pope’s piss-soaked vestments. “What the hell happened? I was gone for literally four minutes.”
“Okay, but he’s not a fucking 5-year-old. He’s the successor to Saint fucking Peter, and you wouldn’t let him go to the bathroom? Goddammit! Sorry, but I gotta send you to jail for this one.”
The guard charges toward you with a pair of handcuffs.
You throw elbows left and right, but you’re swiftly dispatched by the team of elite sword-wielding guards who have filed into the room to subdue you. The Pope continues staring at you wordlessly, and just before you’re hauled out of the room, he gazes directly into your eyes and gives you a little wink.
That fucking rascal.
You do not resist arrest, but the team of elite sword-wielding guards who have arrived to subdue you beat the shit out of you anyway. The Pope continues staring at you wordlessly, and just before you’re hauled out of the room, he gazes directly into your eyes and gives you a little wink.
That fucking rascal.
While the Pope is using the bathroom, you gaze around the papal residence. Everything looks very nice, but also weirdly shitty.
Most of the furniture is the typical kind of furniture that old, rich people buy—the kind that you can tell costs a ton of money but is always uncomfortable no matter how you sit on it.
Like, see, this chair probably cost ten thousand bucks, but it’s terrible. Why’s there so much brass and wood in places that are supposed to be soft? No one wants to sit in that.
Hmm. The Pope’s been gone for a while now. Going to the bathroom shouldn’t take this long.
That’s weird. There’s no audible toilet use happening in there. Better make sure everything’s okay.
Huh. No response. What if he died? That’d be awful. You’d be remembered forever as the guy who couldn’t watch the Pope for five minutes without him dying. They’d probably assume that you killed him, too, and then you would go to jail.
You should go in there and make sure he isn’t dead.
Oh, shit! The old man flew the coop! You shouldn’t have let him leave the room.
Better go find him fast, otherwise you’ll be in serious trouble.
Okay, don’t panic. The Pope ran away, but it wasn’t entirely your fault. You can’t be blamed for not suspecting that a 78-year-old might do that.
Now think. How can you fix this?
You decide to leave the Vatican and go play Skee-Ball instead. You’re on vacation; you shouldn’t have to worry about keeping the Pope alive.
Hopefully he doesn’t get run over by a car or anything, though.
You run out to St. Peter’s Square hoping to find the Pope, but you can’t see him anywhere. You check the ground for fresh scat, but you find nothing. This isn’t going to be easy. To find the Pope, you’re going to need to think like the Pope.
Where would the Pope want to be?
Yes, of course! The Pope probably just wanted to go look at some Bibles! And seeing that the Bible is a book, there’s really only one logical place he could’ve gone: the library.
You enter the library and make a beeline for the librarian’s desk.
“Hi, where is the Pope?” you ask her, mimicking the loud, vulgar lilt prevalent among the Italian people.
“Silenzio!” she replies in the loud, vulgar lilt prevalent among the Italian people.
You don’t know enough of the language to decipher what she said, but you have a good feeling that it was, “He is over there, to the left.”
Now that’s a spicy meatball!
Sure enough, you spot the Pope exactly where the librarian said he would be. Excellenzio!Unfortunately, the Pope spots you too, and as soon as you start walking toward him, he throws a chair through the window and escapes out into the street.
You chase the Pope down to the banks of the Tiber river, but just as you’re about to catch him he hops into an idling motor-gondola and speeds off into the sunset, perhaps never to be seen again.
“I am the fast Pope!” you hear him shout from far off in the distance. “You are the slow Pope!”
You wander up and down the dark streets for hours trying to piece together how things went so wrong.
Eventually, you walk past a small café with a television facing out toward the street, and something catches your eye. It’s you. Your face is being shown on a news broadcast as the man who kidnapped the Pope, which isn’t what actually happened, but, given the evidence, you can understand how that conclusion was reached.
Before you even have time to worry, you suddenly see bright blue lights glaring at the end of the block, and two police cruisers start barreling toward you angrily meep-meeping their little horns. Shit.
“Hulkster, sorry to bother you, but the man who kidnapped the Pope was recently seen wandering around this general area,” one of the cops says. “Have you seen him by any chance?”
“But if you’re not Hulk Hogan, why did you just rip your shirt and flex?” the other cop asks, eyeing you suspiciously. “Only Hulk Hogan does that.”
You’re dangerously close to blowing your cover. Better play this one smart.
“Ah, now I understand,” he says. “In light of this new information, I believe we should take you to jail.”
“Hmm, sounds suspicious,” he says. “But I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt since you were my favorite wrestler growing up. Meet us back at the papal residence in five minutes—with the Pope. You’re walking on thin ice, buster.”
You make a dash toward the border but are immediately halted by the police, who were closely monitoring you because they’re not idiots. They don’t savagely beat you like American cops would, but they make some condescending remarks that really hurt you on the inside. It’s no fun.
The good news is that you’re finally going to have that big European adventure you wanted: You will now spend the rest of your life in a weird foreign jail. Have fun!
You return to Vatican City, where thousands of tourists are swarming the main public square. Considering the size of the crowd, you realize that your odds of finding the Pope are slim.
You are immediately placed under arrest. The cops don’t brutally beat you like American cops would, but they make some condescending remarks that really hurt you on the inside. It’s no fun.
The good news is that you’re finally going to have that big European adventure you wanted: You will now spend the rest of your life in a weird foreign jail. Have fun!
Yikes, where do you even start? With a crowd this size, finding the Pope seems just about hopeless.
Oh. There he is.
You grab the Pope and hustle back to the papal residence, where you find the cops waiting for you.
“So, did you find the Pope or what?” one of the cops asks. “If you didn’t, we will take you to jail, and you will have to stay there for soooo long.”
“Yes, actually, I did find him,” you report. “He is standing right over there.”
“That’s not the Pope,” the cop says.
“What?” you reply, the alarm audible in your voice. “Of course that’s the Pope!”
“No, it’s not,” he says. “I don’t even think that’s a real guy. Looks like some sort of latex ape robot or something.”
“Of course he’s real!” you insist. “Watch.”
Your projectile nails the Pope-like being squarely in the forehead, but it reacts in no visible way. It just stands there. Slowly, it begins to dawn on you that whatever this thing is that you’ve brought back to the papal residence, it is almost certainly not the Pope.
“Okay, you’re going to go to jail now,” the cop announces.
Studios no longer throw us squinting, stereotyped Asians, but theyre still noting new ways to shoehorn grey faces into tales where they dont belong
When the late Mickey Rooney was asked in 2008 about his objectionable transform as Holly Golightlys perverted Japanese neighbour IY Yunioshi in Breakfast at Tiffanys, his reply was to affect mild discomfort that a character he had had enjoyable doing had become known as an hateful token of ingrained intolerance in 1960 s Hollywood.
It bursts my middle. Blake Edwards, who led the picture, was willing to do it because he was a comedy administrator. They hired me to do this overboard, Rooney told the Sacramento Bee, after demonstrators thrust a Californian free film screenings programme to replace the classic 1961 romcom with the rather-less-offensive Pixar childrens animation Ratatouille.
Never in all the more than 40 years when we are drew it , not one complaint, added the 88 -year-old Hollywood star. Every home Ive extended in the world “theyre saying”, You were so amusing. Asians and Chinese come up to me and say, Mickey, you two are out of this world. Had he known the role would go down in biography as a disgraceful illustration of Hollywood prejudice, said Rooney, he wouldnt have done it.
It remains to be seen whether Scarlett Johansson, superstar of the forthcoming Ghost in the Shell remake, or the white-hot make in the new Bruce Lee biopic Birth of the Dragon, Billy Magnussen, finish up having similar hesitations about their capacities in a few decades season. At first sight, neither activity examines fairly so offensive as Rooneys execrable bucktoothed pantomime change as Yunioshi: Johanssons shedding as the cyborg officer Major Motoko Kusanagi appears to be straight-up whitewashing of an essentially Japanese capacity, while the decision to shoehorn Magnussens entirely imaginary Steve McKee into the story of the young Lees 1965 fighting against kung fu employer Wong Jack Man is clearly a brand-new construction on the old-fashioned Hollywood white rescuers trope. But at least neither presents their subject as a racist stereotype.
Nevertheless, Asian Americans have quite reasonably reacted to both cinemas with ferocity. Earlier this year Johansson was heavily criticised by Ming-Na Wen, Melinda May in the superhero Tv prove Agents of SHIELD and the spokesperson of Disneys Mulan, for taking on the duty. And in June, the blogger Michelle Mimi Villemaire moved the Avengers actor the centrepiece of her Correcting Yellowface job, in which famed whitewashed personas were to regain more suitable ethnicities via the occult of Photoshop.
Magnussens turn as McKee, a young white-hot martial art student who witnesses the legendary Lee/ Wong Jack Man engagement in Birth of a Dragon, has reaped gasps of skepticism from those wondering quite how the Hong Kong American martial art icon ended up being sidelined in his own biopic. Asian males can never take the lead role, complained Bawlife, an IMDB user. Simply the sidekick even in their own movie White beings, would it kill you to stop inserting yourselves into everything? Added a fellow user, neonfusion: Is this a joke? I am here to find Bruce Lee but they placed the focus on some white guy Bruce Lee is a beast and the film “mustve been” celebrating this, but instead they make him out to be some insecure and envious loser who is[ angry at] Steves success.
There are huge differences between whitewashing and the lily-white saviour trope, but both subsist due to a sense in Hollywood that audiences wont turn out to see a movie unless there are Caucasian faces involved somewhere. This is especially strange thrown investigate would point out that people of colour, Hispanics including with regard to, make up a sizable portion of the US cinemagoing public.
Whitewashing, that are generally concerns shedding a white person to play a role that has traditionally been considered to be, or simply ought to be, the exclusive continue of ethnic minority actors, is the more obviously offensive notion. The Cameron Crowe romcom Aloha became a critical and commercial car disintegrate when the Almost Famous film-maker inexplicably shed the lily-white actor Emma Stone as the part-Hawaiian wife Allison Ng. Likewise Ridley Scotts Exodus: Divinities and Kings fought to overcome the British veteran heads strange decision to shed Christian Bale, Joel Edgerton, Sigourney Weaver, and Aaron Paul as biblical fleshes of Middle Eastern descent.
The lily-white rescuer trope, as interpreted in the last decade in movies such as The Help, The Blind side and even 12 Times a Slave, is a rather more insidious side project of institutional Hollywood prejudice. These cinemas do not always invent white-hot characters for insert into legends about people of colour, as the makers of Birth of a Dragon appear to have done. The Blind Side, which prevailed Sandra Bullock the best actress Oscar in 2010, is based on the real-life story of a grey pedigree that took in a homeless black adolescent, Michael Oher, and facilitated give him the stability to achieve his dreaming as an NFL footballer.
Likewise, a white man truly did help recovery Solomon Northup, the subject of the other Steve McQueens Oscar-winning 12 Times a Slave. McQueen, a black British director, was simply portraying biography. And yet these cinemas received more attention than they otherwise might have because they residence far-famed white-hot faces at the centre of black fibs( in the event of its 12 Times a Slave, one of the most famous grey faces in the world, in the form of Brad Pitt ). The primarily grey Academy sat up and paid attention, despite being rather less interested in Ava DuVernays Selma, another movie about the struggles of people of colour that did not feature white people in conveniently prominent roles.
And yet the very existence of movies such as Birth of the Dragon, Aloha and Ghost in the Shell hints some film-makers still dont quite understand what all the fuss is about. Deeply offensive stereotypes such as IY Yunioshi may be off limits in 2016, but we still have a long way to go before more subtle a few examples of prejudice have also been confided to Hollywood history.
Sometimes God uses the unlikeliest of vessels to lead us down the road to redemption and point us toward Him.
For Christian actress Andrea Logan White, those vessels were Hugh Hefner and the Playboy Mansion.
While she’s now the wife of Christian filmmaker David A.R. White, and the co-owner of Pure Flix Entertainment, Andrea’s playmate past was far from the pure lifestyle she leads today.
The 39-year-old recently opened up to Fox Radio News about her journey from hopelessness in Hollywood to fulfillment in Christ that she details in her new book, Perfectly Unfinished.
The Chicago-area native was raised in a dysfunctional family, and it wasn’t until later on in adulthood that she realized how much she felt the need to carry the burden of her family as a child. The star of “Moms’ Night Out” explains that growing up in a broken home left her with a gaping void that she eventually looked to an eating disorder and Hollywood to fill.
“I was a champion at self-destruction,” says Andrea of her near-fatal battle with anorexia. “I inwardly was punishing myself, and was thinking there was something wrong with our family, something wrong with me.”
Oddly enough, once the aspiring model and actress moved to Hollywood, God used Hugh Hefner to start breaking her out of her destructive eating disorder.
“Funny enough though, looking back, Hef was always kind of a father figure in my life,” says Andrea. “I would go to their weekly dinners, and I was very thin at the time. I was dealing with relapsing in and out of anorexia, and so he would sit next to me and say, ‘If you wanna pose for Playboy, you need to eat your dinner.’”
Albeit a twisted motive to pose in a risque magazine, the young model felt a sort of fatherly love in Hef’s concern for her that she never experienced at home.
In fact, when she first started taking an interest in God, the Playboy mogul himself got her a limo to attend church.
Andrea knows many may judge her for commending Hugh Hefner in any regard per his reputation, but her response is just about as Jesus as it gets: “I love sinners.”
It was strangely a mix of Hef’s ‘fatherly’ ways and his twisted career of exploiting women that drove Andrea straight into the arms of God.
“Everybody was half-naked, [with] breast implants, [they were] aesthetically perfect,” she said of her experiences at the Playboy Mansion. “You see celebrities … playmates … that was my ‘normal’ because I walked into that; I did not have a faith then.”
It was this taste of the dark side of showbiz and the perversion of the industry that made Andrea more aware than ever that she needed a Savior to rescue her.
In the ’90s, God’s patient pursuit of her finally paid off. A driver who saw Andrea breaking down in her car suggested she tune into a Christian radio station. In what she can only describe as a “crazy answered prayer,” it was like God spoke to her straight through the car speakers.
“I turned the radio station on and it was a pastor repeating the words, ‘Jesus loves you.’ I just cried out to God,” says Andrea. “That was really a shift in my faith, and my life to start going on a better path.”
She completely turned her back on the perversion Hollywood roped her into, and now uses her passion for film to create positive messages of encouragement and hope with producer-husband David A.R. White.
And Andrea’s amazing redemption story certainly doesn’t end there. Find out more about her faith-filled path from approval-addicted perfectionist to a Perfectly Unfinished daughter of the King in her new book today.