This article states,”Females are the victims of one-third of all sexual abuse cases committed by prison staff.” Now about the other two-thirds…
According to Table 13 of the DOJ report Sexual Victimization Reported by Adult Correctional Authorities, 2009–11: There were 1,226 substantiated incidents of staff-on-inmate sexual abuse. Of the perpetrators, 51.5% were male, 48.5% female. Statistically even. Of the victims, about a third of males and two thirds of females were accosted by male staff, while 92.7% of male victims were accosted by female staff. Note also that during this period, staff-on-inmate vs. inmate-on-inmate incidents were approximately equal – 49% to 51%. [h/t Needull]
Chaotic Pendulum is chaotic.
It’s the source of the top images. (Meerkats. They’re everywhere. Cutesy little weasel-lookin’ standy-uppy bastards.)
So The Weasel called up last weekend, said Wildcat loves The Beat Farmers, but he’d lost the bootleg CD I sent him decades ago, and decades ago I told him to go buy his own copies. I hadn’t listened to the Beat Farmers in a long while, but this is what I remember: Their albums were great and they were a fun bar band.
The audio’s good, video’s crappy and skips occasionally, but the 1984 vibe is right there. If you can’t take the whole barrage, here’s my favorite.
There you go, Weez.
Have a great weekend, see y’all back here tomorrow rain or shine.
“Assuming you start with good stock, all it takes are a few clippings, good soil, and bone meal mulch to get ’em to take root and prosper,” said Ms. Crumbler, 78. “Then you have to keep them watered. They do better in the shade, otherwise they tend to wither, and you have to crop ’em back occasionally.”
Sage words indeed. On the other hand, some breeds adapt to over-watering better than others (such as Lily pictured above). Many breeds tolerate over-watering well, but excessive soaking may cause a wrinkled appearance accompanied with a pungent yeasty odor.
After a few days out of the water, most dogs revert to their natural state and the odors should dissipate from your carpet and furniture within a year or so.
The vomer is located in the midsagittal line, and articulates with the sphenoid, the ethmoid, the left and right palatine bones, and the left and right maxillary bones.
Vomer means ploughshare in Latin. It’s part of a plow.
When raking leaves, remember that Air Is Your Enemy. Here’s the short version. My opinion is that no one should rake leaves in this first place. Let ’em fall and let ’em rot where they fall. I like humus.
Are you, or have you ever been an ealuscop? Fess up.
From the “I-Didn’t-Know-This” Dept: Caterpillars don’t morph into butterflies. Once it’s sealed up in its chrysalis, the caterpillar dissolves into goop. The goop reorganizes itself into a butterfly. More stuff about caterpillar goop here [via]
Q: Does a moth remember its pre-goop caterpillar days?
A: Apparently the answer is Yes.
The sign on the front of the truck reads, “The Kaiser’s Funeral.”
26 September 1918
“We are in a camp near Auzeville and the big drive is to start. In fact the one that finished the ‘Boches’. Then the morning of the 26th dawned but dawn was preceded by a terrific barrage which was as loud as thunder and lighted up the whole skyline for miles. We were not flying ours but were held in reserve. Hundreds of “planes” were now flying over head. One bunch had over 150 in it.
Along about 8 a.m., along comes a boche plane and he burned three of the balloons all observers landed safe but one and his parachute burned and he fell to his death.
A fellow by the name of Barnett and I started out to see the fun. Put our guns on and started for the front line trenches which were about 5 miles north. After a short while we hit the trenches but of course our boys had advanced and were chasing the boche for a fare you well. We hit several mine craters where the boche had mined the roads but already our engineers had started to budge them. After another hour’s walk and dodging a few pieces of shrapnel we hit the town of Varennes and were keen for souvenirs. The boche were still in one side of the Varennes and we were in the other.
Machine guns were crackling with a steady roar and long streams of ambulances carrying away the wounded. Dead Boche were laying every where. The roads were filled with them. Long about then a Boche 77 took my ….. but never touched us. Then we started going through the dugouts and it was there that I got the general’s helmet. Also was almost lucky enough to capture a Jerry but a doughboy beat me to it. He was hiding in a dug out. Looked like he wasn’t as old as “Bugs” and he was scared almost to death.
After monkeying around a while we hopped an ambulance and rode back toward Auzeville. So that finished the day’s fun. But you ought to have seen the dead Huns. Some had legs blown off. Some had their heads and shoulders off and some were in pieces only. A great many had been burned by mustard gas and were burned to a crisp.”
Tacky Raccoons 