A Damn Fine Collection Of Fascinating Photos And Videos

January 22, 2018 | 6 Comments » | Topics: Fascinating |

The ref looks REALLY happy that the Patriots scored a touchdown

Patriots were called for just one penalty against the Jags



A Few Answers To Questions You Always Wondered About

January 17, 2018 | 2 Comments » | Topics: Answers |

What is a typical day like in prison?

I wake up at 4:55 a.m. each and every morning. Why? Well, in part because I can, because I have the freedom to choose at what time I’m going to start my day. This is not true of every day mind you, as many things can change an individual’s schedule or routine. That said, I get up that early because, when my door most often unlocks, at about 5:15 a.m., I don’t want to be in the cell where I’ve been for the last number of hours.

I most often choose to eat plain oatmeal with peanut butter, (unless it’s Sunday when the chow hall typically serves eggs, potatoes, and toast) because in part I don’t want to experience any more of the chow hall that I reasonably have to, and because I can afford to eat oatmeal (at $1.00 per pound) and peanut butter (at $2.15 per 16 oz. container) for breakfast.



Seppuku: The Japanese Art Of Ritual Suicide

January 16, 2018 | 3 Comments » | Topics: Interesting |

Seppuku is a ritual form of committing suicide in the Japanese society. Behind this gruesome and barbaric act lies the concept in Japanese thinking that an honorable death is more desirable than a life in shame.

It usually involved cutting the abdomen open with a short sword, which was believed to immediately release the samurai’s spirit to the afterlife.

In many cases, a friend or servant would serve as a second, and would ritually decapitate the samurai to provide release from the terrible pain of the abdominal cuts.

The second needed to be very skillful with his sword to achieve the perfect decapitation, known as kaishaku, or “embraced head.” The trick was to leave a small flap of skin attached at the front of the neck so that the head would fall forward and look like it was being cradled by the dead samurai’s arms.



A Damn Fine Collection Of Fascinating Photos And Videos

January 15, 2018 | 4 Comments » | Topics: Fascinating |

This was the emergency alert message that Hawaiians awoke to on Saturday morning

Apparently an employee of the Hawaii Emergency Management Agency pushed the wrong button (article)



Fascinating Photos Collected From History

January 11, 2018 | No Comments » | Topics: History |

Newsboys smoking cigarettes, 1910

After the Civil War, the availability of natural resources, new inventions, and a receptive market combined to fuel an industrial boom. The demand for labor grew, and in the late 19th and early 20th centuries many children were drawn into the labor force. Factory wages were so low that children often had to work to help support their families. The number of children under the age of 15 who worked in industrial jobs for wages climbed from 1.5 million in 1890 to 2 million in 1910.

Businesses liked to hire children because they worked in unskilled jobs for lower wages than adults, and their small hands made them more adept at handling small parts and tools. Children were seen as part of the family economy. Immigrants and rural migrants often sent their children to work, or worked alongside them. However, child laborers barely experienced their youth. Going to school to prepare for a better future was an opportunity these underage workers rarely enjoyed. As children worked in industrial settings, they began to develop serious health problems. Many child laborers were underweight. Some suffered from stunted growth and curvature of the spine. They developed diseases related to their work environment, such as tuberculosis and bronchitis for those who worked in coal mines or cotton mills. They faced high accident rates due to physical and mental fatigue caused by hard work and long hours.


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Feed Your Brain With These Fascinating Facts

January 11, 2018 | 1 Comment » | Topics: Facts |

After Col. Shaw died in battle, Confederates buried him in a mass grave as an insult for leading black soldiers. Union troops tried to recover his body, but his father sent a letter saying “We would not have his body removed from where it lies surrounded by his brave and devoted soldiers.” 

Colonel Robert Gould Shaw was the commanding officer of the 54th Massachusetts, the first all-black regiment in US history. On July 18, 1863, the regiment was ordered to spearhead an assault on Fort Wagner. Shaw was killed during the initial charge as he led his men into battle.

While the assault was initially successful, Union forces were eventually pushed back and Confederate troops held on to the fort. Common practice at the time was for fallen officers to be given an honorable burial, regardless of the side they were on. However, as Shaw led the first all-black regiment, commanding Confederate General Johnson Hagood did not deem him worthy of that honor, stating

Had he been in command of white troops, I should have given him an honorable burial; as it is, I shall bury him in the common trench with the niggers that fell with him.

Union troops tried to recover his body and give him a proper burial, but were unsuccessful. Hearing of this, Shaw’s father sent a letter to the regimental surgeon, stating:

We would not have his body removed from where it lies surrounded by his brave and devoted soldiers….We can imagine no holier place than that in which he lies, among his brave and devoted followers, nor wish for him better company. – what a body-guard he has!

And so, the act considered by General Hagood to be an insult, came to be seen as the greatest honor that could have been bestowed upon him.


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A Few Answers To Questions You Always Wondered About

January 10, 2018 | No Comments » | Topics: Answers |

What’s it like to be a pscyhopath?

Emotionals: Flatlines. Most days are just flatlines. You go out there, and you do what interests you, and sometimes the monotony of your existence is punctuated by events. Sometimes you feel pleasant and happy, sometimes you feel angry, but your emotions are like calm ocean waves. It comes, and then it goes, invariably around the clock, and they’re just as mild and watery as waves. There are no tsunamis in our world. We do not implode. We do not explode.

Our emotional range typically lacks the highest peaks and the lowest lows, but especially not the lows.

Relationships: We don’t love, and we don’t bond, and we don’t grieve. I treasure some people, but if they fell off a really tall cliff I would ask why and (if no justice needs serving) I move on. There are psychopaths who invest in people and have inner circles. There are those who do not. I’m one of those somewhere in the middle, with an inner circle I will not kill for. Regardless, we are fiercely loyal to our people. We go to great, incomprehensible lengths for them, because we are never concerned with the question, why me?


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A Freed Slave’s Letter to His Former Master

January 9, 2018 | 2 Comments » | Topics: History |

P. H. Anderson, a planter, wrote his former slave, Jourdon Anderson, who had previously served as a driver or an overseer and escaped during the war, to offer him employment after the war. P. H. Anderson, deep in debt, hoped that his former slave would help to bring in the harvest and convince other former slaves to return and thereby save the plantation. This document presents Jordan Anderson’s reply, dated August 7, 1865. Jourdon Anderson did not return, and P. H. Anderson ultimately lost the plantation.


Dayton, Ohio, 

August 7, 1865

To My Old Master, Colonel P.H. Anderson, Big Spring, Tennessee

Sir: I got your letter, and was glad to find that you had not forgotten Jourdon, and that you wanted me to come back and live with you again, promising to do better for me than anybody else can. I have often felt uneasy about you. I thought the Yankees would have hung you long before this, for harboring Rebs they found at your house. I suppose they never heard about your going to Colonel Martin’s to kill the Union soldier that was left by his company in their stable. Although you shot at me twice before I left you, I did not want to hear of your being hurt, and am glad you are still living. It would do me good to go back to the dear old home again, and see Miss Mary and Miss Martha and Allen, Esther, Green, and Lee. Give my love to them all, and tell them I hope we will meet in the better world, if not in this. I would have gone back to see you all when I was working in the Nashville Hospital, but one of the neighbors told me that Henry intended to shoot me if he ever got a chance.