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Number One:

A 75-year-old Israeli professor and Holocaust survivor was killed in the massacre at Virginia Tech on Holocaust Memorial Day, Monday when he leaped between the gunner and his students.

According to eye witnesses the heroic action of Liviu Librescu, a lecturer in the Department of Engineering Science and Mechanics, saved the lives of an unknown number of students in his class. Asael Arad, an Israeli Virginia Tech student told Army Radio that “all the students lived — because of him,” The Jerusalem Post reported.

Survived the freaking Holocaust, to be taken out in his old age by some frustrated, disturbed asshole on an entitled kamikaze mission. I close my eyes, and take a deep breath.

Number Two:

‘The girl who led to massacre’: This is the face of the teenage student who may have sparked the biggest gun massacre in US history.

Because out of all the people who could be held accountable in this whole thing – the cops, the university administration, or (I don’t know) the disturbed, maniacal gunman – it’s really all the fault of the girl who he targeted, stalked, and murdered.

I’m finding it increasingly appealing to go buy my own private island in the middle of nowhere. Humanity loses a bit more of its appeal to me every freakin’ day.


(And also, because it is Blog Against Theocracy weekend).

Here is a quote from (of all things) a Television Without Pity recap of The Amazing Race‘s stopover at Auschwitz; specifically, regarding Oswald’s reaction. Oswald, who is adorable, fabulous, grace personified, and also gay as a damn jaybird:

Oswald is sort of stunned and shaken, talking about how he grew up in a very repressive country “deprived of any freedom.” He says that he was reminded how differently the rest of his life could have gone. He says it makes him very glad to be gone from Cuba. “Where I don’t have to worry about… expressing who I am as a person.” Danny puts an arm around him. You want to know how messed up the world is? Of all the people on this race, Oswald is sitting here being grateful just to be able to express who he is. Who Oswald is. This person of such grace and kindness and peace and good humor, and out of all these people, there’s a good chance that he’s among the most likely to be punished for what his heart contains, both in the past and now. There are people, still, who would look at Oswald and say, “This is what’s wrong with the world. This is what’s eroding my society, what’s threatening my family, what God abhors, what must be stopped if my way of life is to survive.” Not meanness, not greed, not violence or small-mindedness or any of that. Just… Oswald, you know? I’m sorry, I try to be respectful, but I will never get it.

And neither will I.

Dear Men of the World,

This promise I make to you: the moment I see a single Axe product amongst your personal grooming collection, is the very same that I walk out the door, never to be heard from again.