A 30-year-old man was shot in the head Sunday morning after a confrontation over a car that was double-parked, police said.
The shooting happened about 3:30 a.m. in the 7100 block of South Maplewood Avenue in the Marquette Park neighborhood, police said, one of three shootings overnight that left three people wounded.
Police said the 30-year-old man was shot in the head after an argument, ran west and fell in an alley where an ambulance picked him up and took him to Advocate Christ Medical Center. He was "walking, talking, breathing, living," according to police.
The victim was very lucky in a very unlucky sort of way, I suppose.
Jack Schaap, the former pastor of a 15,000-member northwest Indiana megachurch, was sentenced today to 12 years in prison for engaging in sex with a troubled underage girl who sought him out for counseling....
Schaap entered a guilty plea last September in a deal with federal prosecutors, admitting to allegations that led to his ouster from the highly conservative Hammond Baptist Church that his late father in-law, Jack Hyles, had built into one of the area’s largest churches....
At sentencing (March 20), U.S. District Court Judge Rudy Lozano....noted that in the aftermath of the scandal, the girl was expelled from Hammond Baptist High School and the family from the church.
Jack Schaap's guilty plea and sentencing have been all over the news, but I didn't realize that Schaap's victim and her parents had been expelled from the church.
According to this story in Chicago Mag, Schaap was part of a culture of First Baptist perpetrators protected by the congregation:
Yesterday, I read about plans for a rejuvination of Flickr, the photo and video hosting service. Great idea, though I wasn't about to abandon Flickr. Overall, I've been quite happy with it.
While Flickr is still a massive and [I believe] growing repository of photos, Yahoo has been rather neglectful on the development side since purchasing Flickr, failing to offer new features that many members and prospective members would like to see. Much of the talk is about mobile applications. That's fine, but they could also use some tweaking of the basics.
[David] Lisak and [Paul] Miller investigated the behaviors of self-reported rapists who committed acts of rape that were undetected by the criminal justice system. The majority of previous social science research on rapists has been done on incarcerated sex offenders. However, it is estimated that between 64% and 96% of all rapes are never reported to the criminal justice system, so Lisak and Miller studied undetected rapists’ behavior to ascertain whether these rapists had anything in common with their jailed counterparts. Some commonalities between incarcerated and undetected rapists had already been established by previous studies. For example, previous research showed that both groups had similarly high levels of anger at women, a need to dominate women, hypermasculinity, lack of empathy, and psychopathy and antisocial traits. Lisak and Miller studied undetected rapists to see if they shared other traits with convicted rapists, namely the tendency to commit multiple acts of sexual violence, as well as other types of interpersonal violence.[...]
While many citizens of Steubenville and a reporter on CNN are feeling sadness for the rapists, I've been thinking that the rapists probably got off much easier than they should have. Everything I've read about the victim's condition that night makes it difficult for me to believe that she wasn't intentionally drugged as part of a plan conceived before anyone had a drink that night. GHB is a drug with some popularity in weight training circles. Because of its powerful interaction with alcohol, it's often the date rapist's drug of choice.
Three weeks ago I cheated on my boyfriend. He was perhaps
twenty feet away from me, sleeping in my bed with the door open while I
betrayed his trust on the living room sofa. At one point, he woke up
and walked right by. “You’re not watching House of Cards without me, are
you?” he asked. “No,” I lied without hitting pause. With my ear buds
in, you could say Netflix was actually inside of me as my boyfriend
returned to bed. I stayed in the living room and kept watching.
A few days later I confessed my crime. “But when?” he asked, at first
in disbelief. “Wait, that night you stayed up late? And I asked what
you were doing, and you said ‘working’? Mauree-ee-een!” Feebly, I
offered to re-watch the episodes. “It won’t be the same,” he said.
Overwhelmed with guilt, I lied again: “I only watched two episodes! You
can catch up!” I had watched five episodes in one night and finished the
I would never do this, though I confess that I've looked toward future episodes with lust in my heart. Several times, with several shows.