Friday, November 16, 2012

You couldn't make this shit up.

I have an odd sense of humor so I found this macabre-ly funny.

Graham Young was a unique poisoner in that he seems that have poisoned just about everyone he came into contact with, including himself a few times by accident. Young started his career as a poisoner at 14 in 1961, by poisoning his family with antimony and digitalis. Most of the people he poisoned became violently ill, but did not die. He poisoned his father, step mother, sister, and a school friend. His stepmother, whom he had hated from a young age, died, but it was not known until later that she had been poisoned.
Suspicions grew and Young soon confessed to poisoning his family, and was incarcerated at Broadmoor Hospital in 1962, a maximum-security mental institution for criminals. During his nine years at Broadmoor he passed the time by improving his knowledge of poisons and continuing his “experiments” on the staff and inmates, one of whom died of cyanide poisoning that Graham seems to have compounded himself from laurel bush leaves on the property. He also poisoned the staff’s coffee with harpic bleach from the toilets, and their tea with sugar soap. Had his poisons not been detected he could easily have killed all 97 people on staff. After that the staff would scold inmates saying, “Unless you behave, I’ll let Graham make your coffee.” In 1971 doctors deemed his recovery complete. Young was released and his record sealed. Prior to his release he wrote a letter to his sister stating that he would kill one person for every year he had spent incarcerated. The comment was entered into his record, but Young was released anyway.
LInk to the whole twisted ball of wax:

Shit SB E-mails Her Idol Ms. Moon

I’m in the middle of massive crisis--I just read that Hostess is closing down. I think I need a whole bottle of vodka about now. I have three more hours to go! I hope I can make it. I may need to stop at Kroger's and buy them out of orange cupcakes after work. Jesus help us! There are no Atheists in fox holes. Please Jesus—SAVE HOSTESS!

Superman, where are you now, when everything's gone wrong somehow?

Please save us, Superman! Hostess is shutting down!!! Lord Jesus. SAVE MY WONDERBREAD AND HOSTESS ORANGE CUPCAKES!!!! Or alternately, could some fat-ass rich bastard like Donald Trump bail Hostess out? The Donald is in a little hot water with Cher (Google Cher Macy's) right now. Maybe if he saves Hostess, Cher will forgive him.

Firefighters Are My Heroes and I Have Great Taste

His hero: Rebecca Quintanilla, center left, wipes tears from her face as her adopted son Koregan, 10, hugs Arlington Fire Fighter Wesley Keck in their first meeting since he was found at the station

I love you Wesley Keck.

Thursday, November 1, 2012

God Bless the Rockaways, God Bless Queens, and God Bless the FDNY

My thoughts are with all of you. I used to live in Astoria, Queens, myself. You are a tough bunch, and I have TOTAL faith you'll make it and rebuild, but it sucks ass.

New Jersey, I love you too!