You seem like a violent person.

So do nothing, because it doesn’t matter anyway, right?

Did you miss the part where this had been apparent pattern of behavior, and if she’d acted sooner that maybe, just maybe, it could have made it harder for him to get a gun? Maybe nipped this in the bud? We’ll never know, of course, but when it’s apparent your abuser isn’t going to change, maybe it’s time you take…

So it’s in her better interest to do nothing? Is that what you’re suggesting? Put the burden on her husband, her apparently unrepentant abuser, to be the one to make a change for the better?

So do nothing. Good call.

Let me see if I understand you correctly.

No. And I knew this would come across as victim blaming on my part. Could have set my clock by it.

It’s all speculation though, isn’t it? We can guess, but not positively say, what was going through her mind at the time. This stood out too:

“No charges were filed; Megan Short told responding officers she was afraid of her husband, Adams said. They gave her instructions on how to get a protective order but she ‘declined’ to proceed with the paperwork...”

Who needs facts or evidence if something just feels true?

I take the bus to work. Nice, big, clean coach type express bus from my little suburban neighborhood to my office in the city. Heated in winter, nice a/c in the summer. 40 minute ride, short walk to the office from my stop. The stop I need to get home at night is even closer to my office. I screw around on my phone…

“Social networks have tools that allow users to report abuse or spam, but most of them are useless.”

Gawker’s comment section has become Yahoo lite.

I’ve always wondered what the difference was between gorilla and guerrilla warfare. Bananas?

“Here in Maryland, you can’t buy beer at the grocery store, unless it’s a specific kind of grocery store that somehow is grandfathered into selling beer and wine because it also sells canned British food. In Connecticut, they used to pull a shade over the beer aisle on Sundays. And in Pennsylvania, I once had to go…

I was born in 1969, and Watergate was the first big one for me too. Little 5 year old me couldn’t figure out what all the fuss was about over a dam.

1969 here.