Authorities say at least 61 people were killed and another 37 were injured early Monday morning when a torrential mudslide swept away homes in the municipality of Salgar, Colombia, AFP reports.

Salgar Mayor Olga Osorio said the flood of earth and debris “tore down everything in its path,” practically wiping the village of Santa Margarita “off the map.”

According to CNN, Columbian President Juan Manuel Santos declared a state emergency in the area, vowing to support those who lost their homes and loved ones in the disaster. From the AP:

President Juan Manuel Santos, who traveled to the town to oversee relief efforts, said several children lost their parents and the bodies of those killed needed to be transported to Medellin to be identified. As giant diggers were removing debris he vowed to rebuild the lost homes and provide shelter and assistance for the estimated 500 people affected by the calamity.

“Nobody can bring back the dead,” said Santos, “but we have to handle this disaster as best we can to move forward.”

[Image via AP Images]

Sunday’s deadly shootout between rival biker gangs in front of a Waco restaurant may have first begun, police believe, with an argument over a parking space.

A fight broke out Sunday afternoon between at least five biker gangs outside a Waco Twin Peaks restaurant, leaving nine people dead and 18 injured. Police arrested 170 suspects in connection with the fight yesterday.

Based on witness interviews, police told the Dallas Morning News and the Los Angeles Times, investigators “are pursuing the parking space theory.”

“It’s like the Wild West,” McLennan County Sheriff Parnell McNamara told the Dallas Morning News. “These guys become very violent to each other very quickly over nothing.”

Biker gangs Cossacks and Bandidos were “more responsible for the violence” than the three other gangs, police told the Morning News. The Cossacks and Bandidos have been embroiled in an elaborate territorial feud. From the Los Angeles Times:

The purported dispute involving the Bandidos and the Cossacks had its roots in 2013, said former Bandido leader Edward Winterhalder, who now writes books on motorcycle gangs and consults on television shows. The Cossacks club, which was founded in Texas in 1969, offended the Bandidos when it affixed the word “Texas” to the bottom of its colors, a territory-claiming patch also known as the “bottom rocker,” he said.

The Bandidos swiftly warned the Cossacks to remove the label, Winterhalder said, but the Cossacks refused.

Fistfights escalated to worse violence, including an incident in December 2013 when a Bandido leader was accused of stabbing two Cossacks in Abilene, Texas.

On Sunday, Winterhalder said, the Cossacks and their support club, the Scimitars, arrived at the Twin Peaks restaurant prepared for violence.

Waco police apparently knew the groups had planned to meet at the restaurant “about turf concerns and other issues” but that meeting quickly escalated to violence.

“What do gangs fight about?” Waco police spokesman Sgt. W. Patrick Swanton told the Morning News. “Gang stuff. Who’s the baddest gang around. Stupid stuff.”

According to the Waco Tribune-Herald, the Twin Peaks location has decided to permanently close.

Contact the author at aleksander@gawker.com .

People claims “you’ll never guess” which book Jamie Foxx knows by heart. Uh, excuse me, People? Don’t tell us what we’ll never guess.

Which book does Jamie Foxx know by heart? Some things to consider: Jamie Foxx memorizes blocks of text for a living; People claims “you’ll never guess” this book; despite People’s bold and rude claim, you can assume the book in question is one with which you are already familiar (rather than a book that has not yet been published, a book written thousands of years ago in a language long since forgotten, a private book Jamie Foxx has written to test his own powers of memorization, etc.).

Ready?

Show People who is boss. Guess which book Jamie Foxx knows by heart.

Thank you.

Images via Getty. Contact the author at kelly.conaboy@gawker.com.

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The Boy Scouts of America, a paramilitary children’s organization inspired in part by the exploits of the young Mafeking Cadet Corps during the Second Boer War, has forbidden its present-day members to shoot squirt guns at one another. A blog post for adult Scout leaders on the Scouting Magazine website reports that under the rules in the 2015 Boy Scouts of America National Shooting Sports Manual, “Water guns and rubber band guns must only be used to shoot at targets, and eye protection must be worn.”

Wearing safety goggles to shoot squirt guns on a firing range might sound a bit restrictive, but the Scouts’ other options are even more limited. The manual goes on to offer a very long list of prohibited items, including boomerangs, spear guns, crossbows, ninja throwing stars, and bottle rockets.

Scouts are also barred from using “[m]arshmallow shooters that require placing a straw or similar device in the mouth.” Paintball and laser tag are only allowed if the guns are used to shoot at targets, rather than at one’s fellow Scouts or other human beings.

The Scouting blog elaborates:

Why the rule? A Scouter once told me this explanation I liked quite a bit: “A Scout is kind. What part of pointing a firearm [simulated or otherwise] at someone is kind?”

Thirty-some years ago, my own Boy Scout troop meetings were punctuated by games of Midnight Football, a sort of combat rugby played in blackout conditions on a hard tile floor. Experiments in pyromania and the use of walking sticks as swords were also widespread.

Scouts today are, however, still allowed to throw knives and tomahawks at targets. Meanwhile, to make sure today’s youth won’t caught unprepared for the 21st century battlespace, the Boy Scouts of America have over the past four years created new merit badges in robotics, programming, and game design.

Illustration by Jim Cooke. Contact the author at scocca@gawker.com.

The “millennial” generation loves nothing more than advertising, except for allegedly humorous “Vines” that they force you to watch on their iPhones, at parties, which is inappropriate. The point is: advertisers are over millennials and their bullshit.

One problem (among many) with “millennials” is that they have failed to solve the mystery of human aging. That means they get older, and change, and like different stuff than they liked a few years back. You can see how this really fucks up advertising plans. You have to keep making new ones. It’s a big hassle. What do the kids like now? Pokemon? Kanye West? “Electronic” dance music and “meow meow?” You never know.

Fortunately, the entire multibillion-dollar advertising industry would like to introduce you to a new made-up demographic subgroup that will now become the focus of the attention of desperate overtures from corporate America: the “centennials!” Suck it, “millennials.” You are thoroughly yesterday’s news, and allow me to say “good riddance” to you and your odious trends and love of Buzzfeed. Ad Age has the excruciating scoop:

Plenty of advertisers, in fact, were caught off guard by the pace at which technology advanced culture. And as the cycle of culture continues to speed up with the next generation — dubbed Generation Z, or sometimes “centennials” because they were born around the turn of the century — smart marketers are looking ahead and making small, fast bets to avoid losing touch with the next crop of teens. They don’t even have to look very far ahead, as it happens: With the oldest members of the group hitting 18 this year, Generation Z has already arrived.

Corporate America loves teens who are legally of age to have their own credit cards! Centennials, Coca-Cola would like to “hang” with you—as “besties!” Is that what you say now? Or what is it? Buy your “bae” a Coca-Cola! No?

[Photo: Flickr]

To mark Animal Planet’s “Monster Week,” a small alligator visited Fox and Friends, where an encounter with some real life monsters frightened her so badly that she pissed herself, splashing “gatorade” all over the set floor.

Don’t worry, poor li’l baby, the brown-haired guy who isn’t Steve Doocy doesn’t want to hurt you (as long as you speak English).

[h/t BroBible]

No special plans tonight? Good. Gawker and Jalopnik are teaming up to show the new war classic “Three Kings” at Nitehawk Cinema in Brooklyn tonight at 7:30 PM. After the film we’ve got veteran journalist Peter Pringle grilling Nat Sec expert Bill Arkin on all his stories of ferreting missile parts out of Iraq. There are a couple of tickets left so get them now and drink and thank us later.

Why are we showing this film?

Gawker’s national security blog Phase Zero and Jalopnik’s military site Foxtrot Alpha have fed all of their site’s comments into the secret Gawker Media mainframe suspected to be hidden near the pastrami case at Katz’s Delicatessen in order to determine the best four films about the conspiracies – real or imagined – that fascinate us.

Who killed Kennedy (The Parallax View)? Who helped Edward Snowden (Citizen Four)? Who knew Spike Jonze could act (Three Kings)?

Bill Arkin, who was once interrogated by Iraqi National Intelligence, and his special guest, Peter Pringle, will discuss the film.

Peter Pringle is a veteran British foreign correspondent and the author and co-author of several non-fiction books including the bestselling Those Are Real Bullets and the New York Times notable Food Inc. He was on the staff of London Sunday Times, the Observer and the Independent and has written for the New York Times, the Washington Post, The Atlantic and The New Republic. He has written one thriller, Day of the Dandelion.

Three Kings is the first film in the lineup and it should be great. Tickets are $15 and there are only a few available so buy them now!

Contact the author at matt@jalopnik.com.

Last night, on the season premiere of The Bachelorette, contestant “Ryan M.” played the role of wasted, chauvinistic pig at the opening cocktail party—slamming Fireball, yelling about being “horned up,” and even smacking Bachelorette Kaitlyn on the ass. Where’d the producers find this guy?

As Reality Steve and other superfans on Twitter have pointed out, the man better known as Ryan McDill is actually the ex-boyfriend of 2014’s Bachelor winner Nikki Ferrell. Nikki, who found (brief) love with Bachelor Juan Pablo Galavis on the show, dated Ryan from 2012-2013. Ryan “exclusively” told Life & Style last year that he wanted Nikki back. If he’s that thirsty, no wonder he drank so much on last night’s show.

So if you thought the Bachelorette guys were looking just a little inbred last night, it’s because the producers are now just casting from a rolodex of a few hundred past contestants and their exes.

Not that ABC wants you to know this, of course—Ryan’s relationship with Nikki was never mentioned on last night’s episode, and his gross behavior was treated by host Chris Harrison as a total surprise. Harrison eventually sent Ryan home because he was “not here for the right reasons,” a judgment that probably could have been made before Ryan ever set foot on the show. (The last person to have been on Bachelorette for the right reasons was, of course, Trista.)

Perhaps after 13 years of casting The Bachelor/Bachelorette, the pool of possible contestants really has dried up. There are only so many dog walkers and VIP cocktail waitresses in this world, after all. When I attended a taping of The Bachelorette last month in New York, I overheard one producer trying to convince past contestant Ashley Iaconnetti’s attractive plus-one that she should come to a casting. There was also a rumor circulating that Nick Viall, who got booted by Bachelorette Andi Dorfman last year, was going to show up and make a play for Kaitlyn this season.

If your lifelong goal is to be on The Bachelor, it couldn’t hurt to start dating someone who’s already been on it right now.

If you know anything about casting for The Bachelor, contact the author at allie@gawker.com.

In 1979, The Clash released London Calling, an album thought by many to be one of the greatest of all time. Perhaps they should have called it London Complaining, however—or, more precisely, London Complaining About the Filming of the New James Bond Movie (Loud Helicopters, Etc.).

The new James Bond movie, called Spectre, filmed on the River Thames in London over the weekend. Page Six reports the locals were not happy about it, quoting one who said, “A helicopter started flying from around 8 p.m. till midnight. It was endless back-and-forth, so noisy.”

“So noisy”—give me a break. Have you no respect, London local, for your city’s greatest secret suit man? London’s one and only mystery boy with an appetite for women and a distaste for villains? Yes, you were kept awake by helicopters until midnight, but did you know—did you even think—that perhaps it was necessary for Mr. Bond to keep you awake until midnight—with the helicopters? For the movie?

Page Six’s London local was joined by a London complainer’s chorus on Twitter:

James Bond being filmed in vauxhall. These helicopters won't fuck off

May 17, 2015

Stupidly noisy helicopters STILL flying above filming #jamesbond #waterloo #viewfromkitchen #se1 pic.twitter.com/HaO5c9y1sm

May 17, 2015

Helicopters flying above my gaffe keeping me awake. Turns out they're filming James Bond in Kennington tonight

May 17, 2015

So James Bond is being filmed in vauxhall tonight that explains the annoying helicopters #goaway

May 17, 2015

I do think stunt helicopters should be banned over urban areas @mayoroflondon @se1 @lambethgp public need consultation #jamesbond #lambeth

May 17, 2015

Filming James Bond with boats and helicopters tonight 10pm-5am. Already noisy so windows closed in bed tonight

May 17, 2015

Too many helicopters flying around London tonight, bloody James Bond has a lot to answer for!

May 17, 2015

Shocking. Positively shocking.

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On last night’s episode of Keeping Up With the Kardashians—Part 2 of the “About Bruce” episodes, which concern the family’s reaction to Bruce Jenner’s transition—Kourtney Kardashian voiced apparent discomfort about discussing said transition in front of her 5-year-old son, Mason.

In an accompanying interview, which seemed intended to clarify Kourtney’s position but made it more convoluted, she said:

We are waiting to see what Bruce does before we tell Mason. I definitely don’t want him to find out, y’know, through someone at school or something like that. I want him to find out through us. And I think just it’s such a great lesson to, y’know, teach him not to judge people. It’s a great life lesson that, y’know, I think I have to make it the most positive that I can.

Mason’s father, Scott Disick, also appeared in the scene. In his interview, he said:

Kourtney and I have definitely talked about how we’re gonna explain this to Mason, and it’s only a positive for my son and my daughter to know all these different things that go on in this world. You can do whatever you want, as long as you become happy with yourself. That’s all that really matters, and like I said, you only really get one chance at this life so whatever you gotta do to be happy, you gotta do it.

The two “About Bruce” episodes have been very deliberate in allowing Jenner’s family the space to process and accept his transition (he’s still using male pronouns, as far as we know, as of now). They’ve been engaging and fairly moving, as reality TV goes. There’s an uncharacteristically gentle guiding hand at work.

The scene above made me wonder, though, exactly what the point is when people put off telling their kids about the identities of LGBT people they know. (Believe me, I’ve been there—I’ve never officially come out to my nephew and nieces.) It always seems rooted in fear—of the person, of confusing the child (as though childhood isn’t a series of near-constant confusions), of implying to the child it’s OK to be whatever way the person whose identity you’re hiding is. I can’t really think of a use for withholding said information (especially when your family is so public, and especially when you don’t want your fully conscious son to find out through channels stemming from gossip), but I’m no parent. And at least Kourtney and Scott can voice a philosophy that is empathetic and prosocial.

Kim, by the way, has come off as the most accepting of Jenner and the least stressed about the situation. Never liked her more.

A new survey released on Tuesday morning reveals details of what we had all feared: People who drive cars are not just texting their friends while behind the wheel, they’re also using their time cruising to tweet, update Facebook, and shoot videos. Why bother living when you could be dead instead?

The survey, sponsored by AT&T as part of their It Can Wait campaign, “polled 2,067 people who own a smartphone and drive at least once a day,” the New York Times reports:

The survey found that 27 percent of drivers age 16 to 65 report using Facebook, and 14 percent report using Twitter. Of those, a startling 30 percent who said they post to Twitter while driving do it “all the time.”

All the time! It is fucking crazy to think that even the tiniest percentage of people admit to living that loose on the road. What could anyone possibly need the world to hear when they are in the car? Get a grip. The survey also revealed that one in ten people admit to video chatting while driving. Surely, we do not deserve this world we have been given. According to the report, we are both cocky about our phone use and addicted to the thrill of social media, via the Times:

In the new AT&T survey, 22 percent of the respondents who access social media while driving said that they did so because they felt addicted. A growing body of evidence suggests that heavy use of phones is, if not actually addictive, at least extremely habit-forming.

Drivers also overestimate their abilities to multitask while driving even as they criticize others for doing it. In the AT&T survey, 27 percent of people who shoot a video while driving said they thought they could do it safely.

Nice. Idiots!

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Last night’s episode of True Life was titled “My Parents Love Their Weed.” What else do you possibly need to know?

The woman above is named Jo (her nonsmoking daughter is Heather). Brittany is Freddy’s ashamed daughter. Please don’t miss his weed music catalog, which includes the smashes, “Happy, Hungry, Sleepy,” “Only Smokes the Best,” “Can You Smell My Sack?,” and “All I Need Is Weed (Weed Weed Weed Weed).”

As always, I recommend watching the entire episode. This one is consistently lighthearted.

A new survey of Wall Street professionals finds that “Nearly one in five respondents feel financial service professionals must sometimes engage in unethical or illegal activity to be successful in the current financial environment.” Even worse, four in five respondents are liars.

Walmart’s gotten a lot of heat recently for suddenly shutting down five stores in four different states—supposedly to fix five simultaneous sets of “plumbing problems,” which makes a lot of sense if “plumbing” actually means “unions.” Because as you can see in the video above, Walmart really hates plumbing.

Walmart comes with a rich and storied history of anti-union propaganda, but this is one of the first times we’ve seen an actual training video to that effect. And in light of the rumors swirling around about Walmart’s union-busting shutdowns, the company’s party lines hit hard.

Starting at about the 2:30 mark, you’ll hear:

Our company prefers to have open and direct communication with our associates—we don’t think a labor union is necessary here. And because our associates have said time after time that they don’t want a union, we usually don’t spend a lot of time talking about them.

Of course, this is easy to do when you shut down stores as soon as employees start making noise.

And, as the video explains, “Unions get almost all of their money from monthly dues and initiation fees.” A fact they highlight with this large, meaningless pile of animated cash:

In other words, unions provide a service in exchange for compensation. Just like everything else.

But what’s Walmart’s official policy? According to the video, the company is “pro-associate,” citing the open door policy as its way to ensure that workers are able to speak on their own behalf. Says one actor in front of a Walmart green screen, “Frankly, I don’t think Walmart associates should have to have someone to speak for them. It’s just not that kind of place.”

Which, as far as anti-union propaganda goes, would be fairly counterintuitive if this video was aimed at its seasoned employees—the ones who’d already had some experience with exactly how far “speaking your mind” at Walmart gets you. But what makes this video so troubling is that it’s directed at new employees. They’re the ostensibly hopeful ones who really do think Walmart just might heed their lone, minimum-wage cry.

Walmart also wants to remind employees that, “signing a union card isn’t just about you, you could also be affecting the people who have been trying to work here for years.”

Good point. Those are exactly the people who deserve a union the most.

Contact the author at ashley@gawker.com.

Alix Catherine Tichelman—the so-called high-price prostitute who injected a Google executive with heroin and then stood over him as he died, drinking a glass of wine—is officially going to prison.

Forrest Timothy Hayes was found dead of an overdose on his 50-foot yacht last July. Cops quickly zeroed in on Tichelman, who Hayes apparently met on a sugar daddy dating website. It didn’t hurt that Tichelman was also caught on one of the yacht’s surveillance cameras, drinking a glass of wine as Hayes died in front of her.

And it may not have been the first time she shot up a man with heroin just to watch him die, either: Tichelman was quickly named a suspect in a second heroin overdose—her former boyfriend, who died just a month before Hayes under similar circumstances.

“She had gotten out of the shower and found her boyfriend, Mr. Riopelle, lying on the floor, unresponsive,” Milton Police Capt. Shawn McCarty told 11Alive back in July. “At the time, we had no reason to believe it was anything other than an accidental overdose, and that’s actually how it was ruled.”

It’s unclear what became of that investigation.

On Tuesday, a judge sentenced Tichelman to six years in prison for her role in Hayes’ death. Her lawyer claims she’ll probably only end up serving three, with one year credited for the time she’s already spent in jail.

Image via Twitter. Contact the author at gabrielle@gawker.com.

There have been a few ways to enter the Ironman World Championship in Hawaii: earn a slot, try the auction, get picked via the legacy program, or plunk down $50 to enter the Ironman Lottery. That last option made Ironman’s owner, the Tampa-based World Triathlon Corporation, a whole lot of money, according to federal prosecutors, who also say the setup was illegal.

Now the corporation is forfeiting all its proceeds from the lottery since late 2012, which totaled more than $2.7 million. In return for the forfeiture, the U.S. Attorney’s Office for the Middle District of Florida has agreed to not bring criminal charges.

In Florida, lotteries are illegal except for certain exceptions, like drawings by charities and the state-run Florida Lottery. The definition of a lottery is pretty simple: a scheme involving consideration (such as an entry fee), chance (like a random selection), and a prize (in this case, a slot in Ironman). In Ironman’s case, it was the fee that caused the problem, according to federal prosecutors. On top of that, the company took in more money by selling “membership” in the Passport Club, which let athletes “double their chances of winning the lottery” for another $50.

Ironman’s haul went up every year. Here are the financial breakdowns from the complaint, which was released last week:

• In 2013, 10,939 people entered. The entry fee was $40. Of those, 4,337 people bought Passport Club to increase their chances of winning. Total brought in: $654,410.
  
• In 2014, 12,292 people entered. The entry fee was $50. Of those, 5,940 people bought Passport Club. Total brought in: $911,600.
  
• In 2015, 14,254 people entered. The entry fee was $50. Of those, 6,889 people bought Passport Club. Total brought in: $1,057,150.

For each year, only 100 entrants were selected to participate.

Ironman also rewarded entrants for playing the lottery consecutive years. From a footnote in the complaint:

In 2012, WTC changed the way it selected lottery winners. Beginning that year, athletes gained an increased chance of being selected for the Ironman Lottery based on the number of years that they had entered the lottery since 2004. For example, if an athlete had registered for every Ironman Lottery from 2004 through 2012, his or her chances of winning a lottery entry to the Ironman World Championship would have been eight times greater than if he or she were registering for the first time. Additionally, entrants were required to have consecutive entries, year-over-year, to maintain credit from previous years.

The complaint goes on to note that the company ran two other lotteries in 2014: a Valentine’s Day lottery and the “Gift of Kona drawing.” The Valentine’s Day lottery also had a $50 fee and unlimited chances to enter for a slot in the Ironman championship; it brought in $67,600 (and had one winner). Gift of Kona also had a $50 fee and athletes could purchase up to 10 entries for a chance to participate in the Ironman championship as well as getting a “VIP package for two people on race day,” the complaint said. It brought in $71,150 (and had one winner).

In total, prosecutors say Ironman brought in $2,761,910, which as the proceeds of illegal gambling is “subject to forfeiture.”

And the fees weren’t over even if you won. According to the complaint, 2015 lottery winners still had to pay the race’s $850 entrance fee.

Image via Associated Press

Contact the author at diana@deadspin.com

On Tuesday, a ruptured pipeline spewed oil into waters off the coast of Santa Barbara County for several hours, creating an oil slick four miles wide, The L.A. Times reports. Coast Guard officials estimate some 21,000 gallons of oil spilled into the ocean before the leak was secured.

Wind direction pushing oil south towards Isla Vista pic.twitter.com/k5WcL5Shsv

May 19, 2015

“Luckily the source has been stopped and now it’s just a cleanup effort,” Coast Guard Lt. Jonathan McCormick told KTLA. “Hopefully we can get that done quickly.”

The Santa Barbara Independent reports that emergency personnel began arriving at the site of the spill at around 11:30 a.m. after residents complained of “gas smells.” At around 3 p.m., the source of the leak had been contained.

According to county official Richard Abrams, the oil leaked from a pipe that was abandoned by Plains All American Pipeline some time ago.

“I guess there was still some product in there,” Abrams told the Independent.

[Image via AP Images//h/t Buzzfeed]

Looks like someone else got my Christmas wish this year :(

Murray apparently jumps out of a cake on tonight’s show as part of David Letterman’s second-to-last episode ever, but far more interesting is the audience member—Letterman’s wife?—whose stupid face Murray smashes cake on, then essentially feeds like a baby bird.

Bill Murray. Cake. This lady has everything!

Contact the author at gabrielle@gawker.com.

“She was born to jump.

Jessica Springsteen, daughter of rock legend Bruce and E Street Band alumnus Patti Scialfa, is edging closer to joining the U.S. Olympic showjumping team.”

―“Jessica Springsteen: Boss’ daughter born to jump,” by Ollie Williams for CNN

“A tramp like her? Baby, she was born to jump.”

“She’s just jumping in the dark.”

“She jumps in the U.S.A..”

“Everybody’s got a jumping heart.”

“Come on up for the jumping.”

“Jumping days? Well, they’ll pass you by.”

“She was blinded by the light, cut loose like a deuce, another jumper in the night.”

“Jessica Springsteen, jump a little lighter.”

“At the end of every hard earned day, she finds some reason to jump.”

“Poor man wanna be rich, rich man wanna be king, but Jessica Springsteen isn’t satisfied until she jumps over everything.”

“Everything jumps, baby. That’s a fact. But maybe everything that jumps doesn’t make it to the U.S. Olympic showjumping team.”

“They scream her name at night in the street. Her graduation gown lies in rags at their feet. And in the lonely cool before dawn, she hears their engines, roaring on. But when she gets to the porch, they’re gone on the wind. So, Jessica Springsteen, climb in. It’s a town full of losers, and she’s pulling out of here to jump.”

“41 jumps.”