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'One Hundred and Fifty Thousand Percent Heterosexual' R&B Singer Johnny Gill: Gay Rumors Are Karma

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On last night's Unsung, TV One's Behind the Music for R&B and hip-hop acts that never quite crossed over into pop megastardom, New Edition's Johnny Gill discussed his life and career. The show regularly examines gay rumors that its subjects have faced (Freddie Jackson and EPMD's Erick Sermon both denied such rumors on past episodes), and Johnny Gill's profile was no exception. That's doubly unsurprising given the reach of the rumors that he and his good friend Eddie Murphy were romantically involved. As usual, Gill denied that there was any truth to the talk, calling himself, somewhat hilariously, "150,000 percent heterosexual."

Interestingly, he added, "In some strange way, it was kinda like some kinda lesson that was learned. I mean, we used to all sit around laughing and making gay jokes. As I got older and realized it was like hey, that's not cool."

In the clip above, it's hard to parse out just why Gill is so fervent in his denial of the rumors — is it the general idea of being misrepresented, injured masculinity or the taint that the gay association could possibly put on his career? (A pull quote seen during the clip — "I'm 100% all man" — would seem to suggest the middle option.) It's something of a complicated mixture of all of the above, I learned last year when I interviewed Gill for a story that was eventually killed. He told me that the malice that accompanies these gossip reports bothers him: "I look at how the media will assume the lowest hit you can give to a heterosexual is, 'Oh, that motherfucker is gay,' as if that's a disease. They're using it as an insult."

If we assume that he is straight as he claims, his narrative of being sexually mislabeled in public is a strange one that only few can claim. I don't think of "gay" as an insult, and I admire those like James Franco who seem entirely unfazed by such gossip. That said, I can also see how consistently being mischaracterized becomes frustrating. More than anything, I found Gill's situation fascinating, especially when he explained the aforementioned notion of karma as it applied to his past homophobia:

As a kid growing up, I remember how we'd talk about other kids who were different, how they were gay and all that stuff. You don't realize what you're doing and how much it can affect people as kids. You don't think about repercussions. I wonder if [the gay rumors were] God's way of going, "I'll pay you back." This taught me a valuable lesson: To not be gay and feel the effect of how people look at you [when they think you are] when you walk into a room. To have to deal with that in some ways, I've had the experience.

Though he is still palpably affected, Gill's is among the most measured and humbled responses to these kind of rumors that I've heard.


'Fixing' Your Letter of Recommendation, Firing Your Personal Chauffeur, and Other Questionable Advice

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'Fixing' Your Letter of Recommendation, Firing Your Personal Chauffeur, and Other Questionable AdviceWelcome to Thatz Not Okay, a regular column in which I school inquiring readers on what is and is not okay. Please send your questions (max: 200 words) to caity@gawker.com with the subject "Thatz Not Okay."

I am applying for a fellowship that required a letter of recommendation. After asking my previous boss for the letter, he requested that I write it for him. Several weeks after sending it to him, I received the recommendation letter with a lot of the positive remarks deleted. I busted my ass at this job and am frustrated that he turned the letter of recommendation into a pretty shitty one. It
would be easy for me to make some edits to the letter before I send it in, just so that it more accurately reflects my achievements at the organization. I would only add a few minor sentences to improve the overall letter, and I am sure he wouldn't find out. He sent me the letter a day before it is due (after more than a week of me sending it to him) So I don't have time to ask him to make the changes I plan on making myself. I just feel that my boss was very lazy throughout the process, and I reserve the right to make minimal edits to improve the recommendation. Is that okay?

Thatz not okay.

First of all, reserving the right to change a letter of recommendation someone else wrote for you is like reserving the right to park in a handicapped parking spot if all other good spots are taken. It's not a "right" just because you intend to do it. You're not allowed to murder someone just because you announce you're going to.

Secondly, if you do plan to reserve this "right," you probably should do so in the presence of man whose signature is on the document you are now falsifying. (Though, if you had called dibs on final edits beforehand, he might have been a little more hesitant to help out.)

Speaking of tremendous errors in judgement, if you're pursuing an academic fellowship, it's probably not great to START by fabricating a source. As Yolanda Gutiérrez, 64, said while dumping broken glass into the mixing vats at the Nestlé factory where I interviewed her, "Wait until you're really desperate to start making up sources."

It might sound like a good idea now but, when you explain to Stanford that you have in fact already published your first work of short fiction—your letter of recommendation!—they probably won't admire the way you play with genre.

If applicants just wrote (or edited) all their own references, organizations wouldn't bother asking for them. Maybe when your boss said you have a lack motivation, he did not really mean that you have limitless potential.

There's also a practical dilemma: by rewriting your letter of recommendation, you're banking on the fact that the fellowship people won't call up to check on your references. Sure, there's a chance they won't—but what if they do?

"You said in your letter ‘Dude's nine feet tall and can fly. Should definitely hire him.' Could you please clarify—"

"I never said that.

Incidentally, even if you had had a chance to ask your boss to make the edits, how exactly would that conversation have gone?

"I notice you said I'm NOT a thoughtful innovator. You need to put the following positive attributes back in: …"

Don't discount the fact that this guy has probably written more letters of recommendation than you have, and might therefore have a better sense of how they're supposed to look. His asking you to write a draft of the letter first is not necessarily a sign of laziness; maybe he trusted that you would have a more complete recollection of your time at the organization than he would, and planned all along to use your letter as a jumping-off point.

If the essay he turned in is so weak you feel it will wreck your chances, that's an indication you should have sought out someone else for a letter of recommendation. (If it's not just bland, but openly critical, he should have declined to write one.)

You're still not allowed to "correct" his words.

Don't forget to send a thank-you!

My friend drives me to a weekly (occasionally more often) appointment I have "in the city." We live close to one another and sometimes I'm in no shape to drive after my appointments and she works nearby the building in which my appointments take place. We agreed that I would pay for gas every other tank. However, when she fills her tank (in her Hyundai) she uses the regular gasoline. When it's my turn to pay, she always jumps out of the car and pushes my hand out of the way and hits the expensive, high octane gasoline button. This means that I am paying for a lot more gas, because the money just doesn't buy as much. I've tried explaining that she doesn't need high octane fuel in a 4 cylinder car, but she gets this weird, blank smile and just keeps talking about herself. I think it might be time for me to just start taking the damn bus to my appointments. Is that okay?

Thatz okay.

You make a big show of demonstrating how convenient this arrangement is for your friend (you "live close to one another"; she works "nearby the building" where you have your appointments), but let's be clear: you are not the one doing your friend a favor by making it convenient for her to shuttle you around; she is the one doing you a favor.

You know what's easier than transporting a friend to and from appointments? Not doing that.

You're not just paying your friend for her car. You're also paying for her time (presumably she does not make plans before/after work if she's committed to driving you around?) and potential assistance should an emergency arise on the way back from your one of your appointments (assuming your business is medical and not, like, hooking).

The relationship you describe with her does sound exceedingly strange.

You jump to select the cheap gas as soon as she pulls up to the pump? She physically bats your hand away to go for premium, then begins a running commentary about her life? You interrupt to tell her she doesn't deserve premium? She pretends not to hear you?

This is next-level weirdness. Why are you even friends? What do you have in common besides a strong commitment to delivering you to and from your appointments "in the city"?

Your friend is not your hired chauffeur, so you can't command her to fill up her car with gas of your choosing. It's a little odd that she feels she must wring gratitude out of you in the form of octane, but it if bothers you so much, just make other arrangements. Hit up a cheaper friend. Start taking "the damn bus."

But consider: if she drives a 4 cylinder Hyundai, how much extra could it cost to fill your friend's tank with premium gas? $5? Isn't it worth shelling out an extra five bucks every once in a while to have what is essentially a private car service transport you to and from your home?

If you do the math and realize that it would cost just as much to hire a real car service (or if you decide you're willing to schlep it on the bus), you're under no obligation to keep hitching a ride with your friend. The next time you're filling up her tank with diamonds, tell her you're grateful for all her help, but you're firing her. You guys will chuckle uncomfortably and, as you are chuckling, slowly start to realize you hate one another.

Submit your "Thatz Not Okay" questions (max: 200 words) here. Art by Jim Cooke.

Hardcore BDSM Sex Tape Starring Joe Jonas Rumored to Be Dropping in 3…2....?

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Hardcore BDSM Sex Tape Starring Joe Jonas Rumored to Be Dropping in 3…2....?The internet is washing its hands in scalding hot water over and over a thousand times today, following a very detailed report that a sex tape featuring "a large dildo," "a gag ball" "a slapper paddle," and the slapper paddle known as Joe Jonas is about to surface online.

The tape allegedly stars Jonas and his Swiss model girlfriend who is real and exists, Blanda Eggenschwiler. It was supposedly filmed earlier this very month in Argentina.

BlindGossip reports that the tape was initially slated for release on April 3rd but could now hit the web as early as tomorrow.

And it (allegedly) gets real freaky deaky real fast.

Here is their hilarious description of the video, which allegedly opens with Jonas and Blanda Eggenschwiler smoking pot in bed:

They proceed to engage in multiple sex acts utilizing a variety of sex toys, including a large dildo, a gag ball, and a slapper paddle. Joe participates willingly, but seems less sure of how to use the sex toys, as well as how they will be used on him. He does not enjoy being paddled. At one point he has had enough and cries "Owww! Don't do that anymore!" Blanda is the more dominant one in the video. At one point she inserts the dildo inside of herself, orders Joe to "lick my p**** juice off of it," and he complies.

Once again, that was:

Joe participates willingly, but seems less sure of how to use the sex toys, as well as how they will be used on him. He does not enjoy being paddled. At one point he has had enough and cries "Owww! Don't do that anymore!"

Is this not the realist fanfiction that ever existed?

Joe Jonas was confused by the sex toys and did not enjoy himself.

If you're 14 and it's 2005, the tape reportedly contains lots of goodies to titillate you, like "multiple close-up shots of Joe's face, penis and testicles."

Blanda Eggenschwiler's fun stuff is also rumored to be on display, probably as Jonas swats it away, screaming "Ech blegh gross, get that away! I thought you wanted to watch YouTubes."

We'll keep you posted if the wretched thing ever surfaces. Jonas' people are already saying it doesn't exist.

[Blind Gossip // Image via WENN.com]

Perez Hilton Poses Nekkid With His New Baby, Making the Creepiest Single-Dad Family Photo Album Ever

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Perez Hilton Poses Nekkid With His New Baby, Making the Creepiest Single-Dad Family Photo Album Ever

Professional dick-doodler Perez Hilton is now a father. This would be worthy of a long major-city newspaper profile if he'd impregnated Rosie O'Donnell with their love child, or if he pushed the child out of his penis like a kidney stone, or if he openly identified a homeless Sunset Strip crackhead as the surrogate. (BTW, any potential leads on the anonymous womb's owner should be directed here.) But none of these things have happened, yet here we are, with a 1500-word profile in today's Los Angeles Times about how new daddy Mario Armando Lavandeira Jr.—once the MOST HATED gossip blogger in Hollywood—is softer, kinder, gentler, and FITTER.

On behalf of the LA Times, let us count the ways he is softer:

"I don't have to give people nasty nicknames anymore," the 34-year-old blogger said. "I don't have to say people are stupid, or people are fat, or people are ugly. I don't need to draw inappropriate things on photos or out people. I can still be sassy and fun and do my job."

And kinder:

He is no longer the Perez Hilton who drew the wrath of many gays by outing closeted celebrities, and infuriated paparazzi agencies by helping himself to their photos. He is not the same guy who insulted Miss USA runner-up Carrie Prejean, or spat an anti-gay slur at Will.i.am.

Yes he is, BUT DON'T LET THAT DISTRACT YOU because he is also gentler:

But most striking is the way he's cradling a 2-week-old baby, a preemie who was born to a secret surrogate four weeks early. During a two-hour interview that involves a long bottle feeding and plenty of new dad tears, he never lets his fragile son out of his arms.

And FITTER, which genuinely seems to be the most important thing. To accompany the Times article, Perez has posted a high-res gallery of photos with his brand-new prop son. Out of the 40 photos, 12 are shirtless and four are taken in the bathtub, with daddy in his skivvies.

Perez Hilton Poses Nekkid With His New Baby, Making the Creepiest Single-Dad Family Photo Album Ever

Perez Hilton Poses Nekkid With His New Baby, Making the Creepiest Single-Dad Family Photo Album Ever

Perez Hilton Poses Nekkid With His New Baby, Making the Creepiest Single-Dad Family Photo Album Ever

Perez Hilton Poses Nekkid With His New Baby, Making the Creepiest Single-Dad Family Photo Album Ever

Perez Hilton Poses Nekkid With His New Baby, Making the Creepiest Single-Dad Family Photo Album Ever

You cannot imagine the restraint it took not to republish these with penis doodles everywhere. Oops.

[LA Times // Photos to send to Child Protective Services via Charles Fuoco/PerezHilton.com]

Gun Manufacturer Threatens to Leave Connecticut After People Are Mean to Him Because of Sandy Hook

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Gun Manufacturer Threatens to Leave Connecticut After People Are Mean to Him Because of Sandy Hook For seven years now, Dennis Veilleux has held leadership positions at Colt, a Connecticut-based company whose sole reason for existence is to manufacture weapons designed to kill things. In December, using a gun modeled after Colt's trademarked AR-15 semiautomatic rifle, a man named Adam Lanza stormed Sandy Hook Elementary School in Newtown, Connecticut, and killed 26 people, 20 of whom were children. Naturally, the massacre of dozens of Connecticut's most innocent citizens has made some residents question their state's relationship with guns. The governor of Connecticut, Dannel Malloy, has gone so far as to say he'd like to see stricter state gun laws enacted, perhaps even a ban on the AR-15-type rifle used by Lanza in his rampage.

How does Veilleaux, who is now Colt's president and CEO, respond to the misgivings his fellow Connecticuters are having about guns in the wake of tragedy? Why, by threatening to move his company and the jobs it provides to a different state, of course.

Earlier this week, Veilleux wrote an op-ed for the Hartford Courant criticizing Malloy's heralding of stricter gun laws and desire to ban the AR-15. Malloy doesn't want to prevent Colt from making its AR-15 rifle, mind you, he simply doesn't want it to be bought or sold in Connecticut, where Colt reportedly doesn't sell very many rifles anyway. Nonetheless, Veilleux can't abide by that, as he believes an AR-15 ban within the state would immediately see formerly loyal Colt customers abandon the brand in favor of gun manufacturers in more badass states with cooler gun laws. As he writes:

Our customers are unusually brand-loyal. In many cases, they personally identify with the firearm brand they choose. Although our Connecticut heritage has historically enhanced our brand, that will change overnight if we ban the modern sporting rifle.

As a result Colt, as well as other Connecticut manufacturers such as Mossberg and Stag Arms will see immediate erosion in brand strength and market share as customers migrate to manufacturers in more supportive states.

Veilleux closed his column with a thinly veiled warning: "Like every other precision manufacturer in Connecticut, Colt is constantly approached by other states to relocate..." In other words, back off, or I'll take this ship to Texas.

Last week, in the style of a true drama queen, Veilleux decided to shut down the Colt plant for a day in order to bus 400 workers to the state capitol, where they flooded the Legislative Office Building and told lawmakers they were worried about their jobs.

Sadly, Veilleux isn't the only captain of gun industry threatening to take his ball of death and go elsewhere. Just yesterday Magpul, an ammo magazine manufacturer, said it has already begun its move out of Colorado after the state, which suffered its own large-scale slaughter at a movie theater last year, dared ban magazines that hold more than 15 rounds.

[Image via AP]

'You Are Such a Demon, Wendy": Fresh Prince of Bel-Air's Original Aunt Viv Writes Hilariously Insane Letter to Wendy Williams

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'You Are Such a Demon, Wendy": Fresh Prince of Bel-Air's Original Aunt Viv Writes Hilariously Insane Letter to Wendy WilliamsTatyana Ali appeared on The Wendy Williams Show this week, and the talk-show host asked the actress about her early days on The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air. During the course of their discussion Williams brought up one of pop culture's great mysteries: Why Janet Hubert (pictured above, about to consume Camilla Parker Bowles' face) was replaced by Daphne Maxwell Reid as Vivian Banks after the show's third season. Ali rambled for about a minute, ending on, "I don't see why there would be tension or what the issue would be in a case like that." Great, thanks Tatyana. Back in Ed McMahon's vault of souls you go. That explanation was worth, like, one and one quarter stars.

Smarting at Wendy Williams' audacity for even mentioning her name, Janet Hubert wrote a letter to Williams that she read on BlogTalkRadio while sporadically flustered by her call waiting like many a mom would be. Once an Aunt Viv, always an Aunt Viv. This burgeoning feud wouldn't even be worth paying attention to were it not for the consistently hilarious content of Hubert's screed. It is below. Come laughing:

Dear Wiggy, I'm sorry, Wendy,

Recently, you found the need to put an end to the mystery surrounding my departure from a show that I did so damn long ago that I don't even remember why I departed.

(Jan, Wikipedia says you were fired after a contract violation resulting from your pregnancy. Maybe start there? That said, it's very polite to signal your status as an unreliable narrator upfront.)

Wendy Williams, or whatever you are supposed to be, I'm not quite sure, I'm writing you yet again, to appeal to your sense of womanhood or manhood as some suggest. Please close your mouth about things that you know nothing of.

(Wendy Williams, I'm pretty sure, is supposed to be Wendy Williams. And also a drag queen.)

Now, I watched your show to see dear Tatyana Ali sadly to say, fall into your trap. She even brought pictures of our days on the show from the Fresh Prince of Bel Air. You know most people watch you just to see what heinous things your mouth will say compared to what an overflowing volcano will spew forth on that day.

(The best part of Wendy Williams' show is when lava pours out of her mouth. The worst is when ash does.)

Now perhaps other black women have allowed you to berate them and continued to support you in this manner of madness and rewarding hatefulness. It seems to become the norm and has taken over our society completely. But I, Janet Hubert, sat there and watched you tell the world that I was not a nice mother. I'm thinking to myself, the only person who has the right to say that is my child. So I sat there and watched you like some devilish sinkhole swallow up Tatyana Ali. You reduced her to a child sitting there tempting to keep some symbolism of dignity about her as you pried and invaded her life until you got what you wanted.

(If Wendy Williams' assessment of one's fictional parenting can affect a person this deeply, is it any wonder how she took over our society completely? That is power.)

You are such a demon, Wendy. You are wicked, awful, conniving, sinister, spiteful, jealous of every other woman. Simply put, Wendy you are a virus. You are not nor have you ever been a true woman. It seems as though your audience thirsts for the blood of others, as they are prompted to clap and hoop and holler at your shows and wigs and clothes.

("You are such a demon, Wendy," is such a matter-of-fact way of informing a person that she is a demon. It's best to be calm in these situations so as not to invoke demon wrath. Learn from Hubert the next time you need to note someone's demon status.)

Girl, you will have some stars on your show and demean them before they even make it back home. I just would like to know who died and told you that you were reborn as Oprah. You want to be Oprah so bad that you would kill for it and you will kill anyone to achieve success. Sister, you will never be another Oprah. Oprah lifted her audience up and exuded an air of class.

(I mean, I guess I'd feel bad for the people who died, but it would be really wild if Wendy Williams went on a murder spree all in the name of getting people to care about her favorite things.)

But you know what, Wendy? You are not even in my league. It is so beneath me to even bother with someone like you, but you asked for it. Didn't nobody tell you to say my name on your show? You will not destroy all of the hard work that I went through for the last decade to clear my good name. I simply will not allow you to do so. I'm a lady and a real one. Wendy girlfriend you just messed with the wrong sista.

(Wendy walked an alternate route to work that day and missed the "Don't say Janet Hubert's name on your show" memo from the homeless woman she usually passes on 9th Ave.)

Now it's funny for all that you and the world claim that I've done, I should have my own show like you. Darling there is nothing that I could have ever done in this lifetime in my career that would equal the vulgarity and ugliness and hatred that you spew on your show in one single day.

(Janet Hubert should absolutely have her own show.)

So, here is my advice to you Wendy. I want to help you. Learn to sit in a chair and stop fidgeting with yourself on camera. Wipe your giant teeth off camera, and don't smear the spit on the chair. Please put some sweat pits under your arms, and darling if your sweater is pulling until there are lines across your chest, its too tight. You might want to deflate those tremendous breasts. Take off the fake blonde hair. You have to stop playing the race card because you are coming off like a want to be white girl who will never be white.

(What is a "sweat pit" and what kind of solvent do you need to wipe teeth of a camera?)

Now, I have never seen anything besides hogs slobber at the mere mention of food, so I question your humanism at times. I have never seen a display of such self-hatred.

(I want to meet these Pavlovian hogs that understand the word "food.")

Just a couple more suggestions for you, please would you stop dissing all of us who've embraced our natural hair as many others and I have? And yes Wendy natural hair does belong on the red carpet whether you like it or not.

(I agree.)

I kind of feel sorry for you. You sit there on your big-footed tacky throne everyday while millions of people are laughing at you not with you. There is a big difference. Nobody cares about what you think about his or her lives. But we do care about what you put out there about us. My heart saddens that women, especially black women, have embraced her evil after all of our struggles in society. You and your kind have set us back a hundred years or so. How dare you chastise anyone when you are such a travesty?

("Nobody cares about what you think about his or her lives," but they do care about what you say about the kindness of the fictitious characters they played.)

Now take that, chew it my dear and stick it on your lord have mercy you are disgusting fly-ridden gum wall. And that's the advice I have for you my sister.

(What is a gum wall? Is it right around the corner from the sweat pit? Is there a hierarchy of gum walls? Are some relatively clean while others, like Wendy's, disgusting and fly-ridden?)

Peace.

(Except, not really.)

You can listen to Hubert read this masterpiece below:

[via Necole Bitchie]

[Image via Getty]

French Man Attempts Catch Me If You Can Stunt, Gets Arrested Impersonating Pilot on US Airways Flight

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French Man Attempts Catch Me If You Can Stunt, Gets Arrested Impersonating Pilot on US Airways Flight

A Frenchman with the very French name of Philippe Jernnard LaRocelle was arrested Wednesday night after he attempted to impersonate a pilot. According to police, the 61-year-old boarded a Florida-bound US Airways flight dressed in an Air France pilot's uniform and successfully made his way into the plane's cockpit before being detained.

Like the other passengers, he had a normal ticket and was in his assigned seat when he asked a flight attendant permission to ride in the cockpit. Somehow, he was allowed to do so, and settled into the jump-seat behind the captain's chair. Everything was going fine until the actual pilot showed up and responded to LaRocelle's claim of being a 747 pilot with a few a basic questions, like "Where are your credentials? Do you even have ID?"

LaRochelle showed him a (probably obviously) fake Air France ID, which prompted the pilot to remove him from the plane and call the police. The fake pilot was arrested and charged with criminal trespassing, breaking into a structure, forgery-alter writing, tampering with records or ID, false impression, and false identification to law enforcement. He's currently being held on a staggering $1 million bail, which should be more than enough to deter any would-be imitators.

[Image via ABC6]

Amanda Bynes: “I Want Drake to Murder My Vagina”

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Amanda Bynes: “I Want Drake to Murder My Vagina”

There's really not much to say about or add to this story. Here's some context, though it won't help anything make any more sense: Thursday evening, Lohan nemesis Amanda Bynes tweeted the following statement: "I want @drake to murder my vagina." As of this writing, it's been retweeted 4,327 times. Happy birthday, Twitter.


Montana State Senate Votes to Legalize Donating Roadkill to the Poor

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Montana State Senate Votes to Legalize Donating Roadkill to the Poor

On Thursday, the Montana State Senate voted 28-21 to pass the roadkill salvage bill, which "would allow residents to harvest for food big game animals like deer, elk and moose killed by vehicles." Of course, all that is dependent on Governor Steve Bullock, a Democrat, who has to sign to into law. Bullock hasn't indicated his support or objection to the bill, which, unsurprisingly, is divisive among Montana politicians, apparently along party lines.

Some see the bill – which would rely on permits issued Montana Department of Fish, Wildlife and Parks -as a good thing, a natural way to help those in need by using a food source that would otherwise be destroyed.

"It seems like a waste," said Representative Bill Lavin, the Republican sponsor of the bill, who is also a Montana Highway Patrolman. "This bill ... would allow me to legally call the food bank or allow somebody else who requests it to take it and use it," he said.

Other people, those who value things like modern science and not feeding the poor possibly rancid meat from the side of the road, view the bill a potentially dangerous.

"Are highway patrolmen and law enforcement experts in meat inspection?" Asked Democratic Senator Kendall Van Dyk. "I have not seen anything in the bill ... that indicates to me that the safety parameters are in place to let me know beyond a shadow of a doubt that this is a safe food source for those in need, or anyone else for that matter."

But Rep. Lavin doesn't need any of these so called "experts in meat inspection" because Montanans know rotting flesh when they see it.

"It's pretty easy to tell when meat is rotten," he said. "In Montana, we have a lot of common sense."

Common sense or not, what Montana doesn't have are many places that would accept the donated, car-killed meat. The Montana Food Bank Network sent Van Dyk a letter saying they oppose the bill and would reject any roadkill.

[Image via Shutterstock</a>]

Will Sasso's Lemon Skits Single-Handedly Justify Vine's Entire Existence

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Many are still unsure what to make of Vine, the video app that allows users to share six-second video clips on Twitter.

How useful is it really? Is it anything more than a passing fad or yet another outlet for online porn? What happens once the gimmick gets old?

MADtv alum Will Sasso has answers to none of these questions, but his ongoing series of Vine clips in which he spontaneously expels a full-size lemon from his mouth in respond to various stimuli does more than words ever could to explain why Vine was invented in the first place: So that this could come to pass.

Also, just a heads up: Irrespective of what anyone in the comments says, don't google "Lemon Party" for an "even funnier video."

[H/T: Viral Viral Videos, Reddit]

Chinua Achebe, Author of Things Fall Apart, Dead at 82

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Chinua Achebe, Author of Things Fall Apart, Dead at 82Chinua Achebe, the Nigerian author and critic best known for his first novel Things Fall Apart, has died in Boston following an illness. He was 82.

Achebe was born in southern Nigeria in 1930, the fifth child of Protestant Igbo parents, and baptized Albert Chinualumogu Achebe. He was from an early age a remarkable student—his classmates nicknamed him "Dictionary"—and he read voraciously: Shakespeare, Dickens, Booker T. Washington. After a short post-graduation stint teaching English, Achebe was hired by the Nigerian Broadcasting Service in Lagos, where he edited radio scripts and began work on a novel.

That novel would become likely the widest read African novel in history, but it was initially rejected by several publishers. The story of the life of a 19th-century Igbo leader confronting the humiliations of colonialism and missionary Christianity, Things Fall Apart is now a classic, assigned in schools worldwide. At the time it was difficult to sell: an English-language book by an African author. But in 1958, encouraged by an employee who had recently traveled to Africa, Heinemann bought and published the book. Though not a sensation, it was well received, and Achebe's career as a novelist had begun.

Achebe continued to work at NBS even as his stature grew. In 1961 he married a coworker, Christie Okoli; the year before he had dedicated his second novel, No Longer at Ease, a kind of sequel to Things Fall Apart, to her. In 1964 he published his third novel, Arrow of God. He traveled around Africa and was promoted at the NBS; Heinemann chose asked him to edit its African Writers Series, where he published Ngũgĩ wa Thiong'o's first book. In 1966, at that point a father twice over, he published his first children's book, and a fourth novel, A Man of the People.

In 1967, civil war broke out in Nigeria, and Achebe—whose most recent book had closely mirrored the recent political events of his home country—became a partisan of, and eventually ambassador for, the breakaway, largely Igbo nation of Biafra. Despite his efforts to raise awareness of the civil war in the U.S. and Europe, the Biafran military eventuall surrendered, and in 1970 the former boundaries of Nigeria were restored. (There was a Country: A personal history of Biafra, Achebe's memoir of the Biafran War, garnered some acclaim and a lot of controversy when it was published last year).

Two years later, Achebe moved to Massachusetts, accepting a professorship at UMass Amherst. There, he wrote and presented one of the best known academic lectures of the 20th century, "An Image of Africa: Racism in Conrad's Heart of Darkness," a brutal summation of Conrad's famous novel that shocked and angered many of his peers. (I can say with some authority that it was still shocking and angering students as recently as 2007.) "An Image of Africa" represented a major break with previous readings of Conrad, and began a new chapter in readers' understandings of Heart of Darkness—one of few books as frequently assigned in English classes as Things Fall Apart.

Achebe returned to Africa in the 1980s, teaching at the University of Kenya and the University of Nigeria and becoming active in Nigerian politics again. His fifth novel, Anthills of the Savannah, was released in 1987. Three years later, Achebe was paralyzed from the waist down in a car accident. He moved back to America, where he taught at Bard and then at Brown; in 2007 he was awarded the Man Booker prize. Though Anthills was his last novel, he continued to write poetry and criticism. In 1998, he gave an series of lectures later published in Home and Exile, quoted at length at the Awl, in which he connected his life to his hopes for the new century:

[M]y hope for the twenty-first is that it will see the first fruits of the balance of stories among the world's peoples. The twentieth century for all its many faults did witness a significant beginning, in Africa and elsewhere in the so-called Third World, of the process of 're-storying' peoples who had been knocked silent by the trauma of all kinds of dispossession. I was lucky to be present at one theater of that reclamation. And I know that such a tremendously potent and complex human reinvention of self-calling, as it must do, on every faculty of mind and soul and spirt; drawing as it must, from every resource of memory and imagination and from a familiarity with our history, our arts and culture; but also from an unflinching consciousness of the flaw that blemished our inheritance-such an enterprise could not be expected to be easy. And it has not been.

Apparent Double Murder, Suicide at Marine Base in Northern Virginia

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Apparent Double Murder, Suicide at Marine Base in Northern Virginia Late yesterday night, a marine killed two of his colleagues and then himself on a marine base in Quantico, Virginia. Officials report the shooter was male, and the victims were male and female. All three were active duty marines and all permanent staff at the Marine Officer Candidate School (OCS).

At 11 PM last night, a notification went out that there was a shooting at the OCS, putting the area on lockdown. The lockdown was lifted just a few hours after it had been instated. Col David Maxwell, the base commander, said, "It's been a long night as we have begun to deal with the tremendous loss that happened last night."

The investigation remains in the early stages and the names of the three active duty marines have not yet been released until their families have been notified.

In 2010, the base was a shooting target of an ex-Marine reservist who fired on several area military targets; no one was injured in that shooting and the man was sentenced to 25 years in prison.

[CBS, image via AP/em>]

The Day Child Porn Went Viral on Facebook

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The Day Child Porn Went Viral on Facebook

A video of unknown origin appearing to show a grown man sexually abusing an infant girl went viral overnight on Facebook, garnering as many as 32,000 shares and over 5,000 likes before finally being removed by the website.

According to users who came into contact with the video — whether through their newsfeed or on various Facebook forums — it took over eight hours for Facebook's clean-up crew to eliminate the disturbing footage from its servers.

For its part, Facebook claims it worked "swiftly" to delete the video, saying in a statement, "we have zero tolerance for child pornography being uploaded onto Facebook and are extremely aggressive in preventing and removing child exploitive content."

Testimonials on Twitter from users subjected to the criminal content would suggest a failure of Facebook's supposed "state-of-the-art" firewall, which received much attention when it was first implemented two years ago.

Facebook later upgraded its early-warning system with Microsoft's PhotoDNA, following reports that many pornographic images involving children were being regularly shared around the social network.

It's interesting to note that many of those sharing the abuse video appear to have been doing it out of disgust rather than appreciation.

One person who shared an alleged screenshot from the video captioned their post with "MUFUCKAS SICK shyt just ruined my day."

It's unclear why they wouldn't just report the video to Facebook rather than seek to ruin other people's day as well.

[tweet via @SimplyHarmonyxo]

No-Talent Hack Cat Fired from Broadway for Sucking

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No-Talent Hack Cat Fired from Broadway for SuckingNew York. The Big Apple. A universe dotted with thousands of stars. And millions more who burned out before they ever got a chance to shine.

Earlier this week a dumb, no-talent cat was fired from a Broadway adaptation of Breakfast at Tiffany's after it was discovered he couldn't act his way out of a paper bag.

Montie, the black-and-white cat, had been hired as an understudy for star cat performer, Vito Vincent, in the role of "Cat," a cat owned by Tiffany's lead character Holly Golightly.

Unfortunately for Montie, bearing a passing physical resemblance to a black-and-white cookie isn't enough in this town. You've gotta have talent. You've gotta have charisma. And he did not.

Montie's job as Cat: Get out there and act like a cat. Sit on a stack of suitcases. Run offstage. Don't quack at anyone.

Yet the cat, whose job was so simple that even a cat could have done it, could not do it. The New York Post reported yesterday that he was fired for being "unruly."

Headstrong. Impetuous. Recalcitrant. Insubordinate. Just bad. Just a bad, bad cat who saw Silver Linings Playbook and thought "God, I could do that," and packed up his shit (a plastic ball with a bell in it and a little, like, piece of ribbon or something, I don't know where he found it) and moved to New York singin' "New York, you're my lady!"—a little song he made up.

Then, when he got out there onstage under the bright, beaming lights, he was so full of his dreams and himself that there was no room left to remember what a cat does. Does a cat…walk on its hindlegs? Does a cat…sing "Moon River"? Is "stage right" my right or your right? Which—whose mark is that?

So in the end, Montie was chewed up and spit out, a dirty little hairball at the bottom of Broadway's drain.

His old bosses were cordial, if a little cold.

"The production is saddened by Montie's dismissal and wishes him well," a rep told the Post.

His fellow cat actors promised to take him out for dinner. Sometime.

And, then, on Thursday, the final line of the Times' theater review heaped praise upon Vito Vincent for his spirited portrayal of a cat.

"In any case I knew I wanted to go wherever that cat was going."

Could have been you, Montie.

Instead you're just a nobody. Like everybody.

[NY Post // Image of Chessie, one of Montie's back-ups, via Getty]

Epicenter of Evil (Harvard University) in Quiz Team Cheating Scandal

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Epicenter of Evil (Harvard University) in Quiz Team Cheating ScandalLast night, the Harvard University men's basketball team—considered scrappy underdogs in this, but no other, field—upset New Mexico in the NCAA tournament, to the exclusive delight of Harvard alumni. Yet today, in a bit of reassuring proof of the existence of karmic justice, comes news of a Harvard cheating scandal. HIDE YOUR SHAME, HARVARD DEVIANTS: your quiz bowl team was dirty.

Everyone please stop talking about Harvard's basketball team at once and direct your attention to this shocking report on the outrageous and unethical (and no doubt Harvard-instilled) behavior of a member of Harvard's championship quiz bowl team—after the Goldman Sachs executive suite, the gaudiest symbol of Harvard's pervasive control of all human knowledge. Inside Higher Ed details the depths of Ivy League depravity:

National Academic Quiz Tournaments, LLC (NAQT) announced on Wednesday that it had recently reviewed server logs covering the past several years of tournaments; this review found that four team members from different teams, who were involved in the writing of questions for primarily middle and high school competitions, had improperly accessed information that could have included parts of questions used in the college competitions...

According to the NAQT, one of these writers, Andrew Watkins, of Harvard's "A" team (many institutions split their teams for tournaments), had accessed "questions-by-writer" and/or "category" pages directly prior to the NAQT Intercollegiate Championship Tournament in 2009, 2010 and 2011.

An Ivy League man with all the advantages in the world gave himself even more unfair advantages, in much the same way that Ivy League alumni throughout history have created the monument to class division and inequality that is modern American society. I submit to you that this, not some freak basketball victory, is the true and ugly face of Harvard's character, my friends. Gaze upon it in revulsion.

(Honestly Andrew Watkins it's not really even a big deal in the grand scheme of things bro, don't even sweat it. But you'll have to bask in the symbolism here.)

Four of Harvard's quiz team championships have been revoked. Should we not also imprison the administrators, faculty, and students of this den of sin? I fear that other Ivy Leaguers may suspect America of being soft on crime.

[Inside Higher Ed. Photo: Flickr]


The NYPD, Which Deplores Racial Profiling, Orders Cop to Stop 'Male Blacks 14 to 20'

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The NYPD, Which Deplores Racial Profiling, Orders Cop to Stop 'Male Blacks 14 to 20'The NYPD's public safety policy of "Harass all young minority males who show themselves in public," politely dubbed "Stop and frisk," is currently on trial for its legal life. Hilariously (unless you are a young minority male), police officials are still able to insist with a straight face that such a program does not constitute "racial profiling." Hey, let's roll that tape, recorded by an NYPD officer who was being berated by his superior!

After an exchange about Mott Haven, a particularly crime-prone neighborhood, the inspector suggested that the police needed to conduct street stops of the people creating "the most problems" there.

"The problem was, what, male blacks," Inspector McCormack said. "And I told you at roll call, and I have no problem telling you this, male blacks 14 to 20, 21."

If you don't believe that orders to stop "the right people at the right time, the right location" clearly constitute a policy of racial profiling, well... don't be an NYPD officer. You would never make your quotas.

[NYT. Photo: AP]

College Student Kicked Out of School for Penning 'Hot for Teacher' Essay Invited to Script Teacher-Themed Porn Scenes

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College Student Kicked Out of School for Penning 'Hot for Teacher' Essay Invited to Script Teacher-Themed Porn Scenes

Former Oakland University student Joseph Corlett recently filed a $2.2 million lawsuit against the Michigan-based school for kicking him out after he wrote a Penthouse Forum-esque essay for an English class that centered around his strong sexual attraction to his professor.

The 57-year-old self-employed contractor asserts that the school violated his free speech rights by suspending him over "a homework assignment."

For the record, here are some choice passages from Corlett's "whimsically exaggerated" love letter to Advanced Critical Writing teacher Pamela Mitzelfeld:

Are you kidding me? I should drop right now. There is no way I'll concentrate in class especially with that sexy little mole on her upper lip beckoning with every accented word. And that smile. [...]

She walks in, and I say to myself, ‘Drop, mother (expletive), drop.' Christ, I'll never learn a thing. Tall, blond, stacked, skirt, heels, fingernails, smart, articulate, smile. I'm toast, but I stay.

Corlett also expresses mild concern that his wife Lynn Anne might read his essay, but says ultimately that he doesn't care. "I suppose my fear is a good sign that I'm writing honestly," he wrote.

Mitzelfeld wasn't the only target of Corlett's "honesty": He had previously written other essays of a sexual nature that reportedly earned him A's in class.

In one, he compared two teachers to Ginger and Mary Ann from Gilligan's Island. In another, he described a pregnant teacher as "hot, and not just from baking the bun in her oven."

Though Corlett is still upset over his suspension nearly two years later, a well-known porn company is offering him a consolation prize that may be more in his wheelhouse.

In an open letter released to porn industry news outlets, Eddie Arenas, CEO of Naughty America, offered Corlett the opportunity to have his college essays adapted into porn scripts for Naughty America to produce.

The adult entertainment studio is perhaps best known for producing a plethora of teacher- and student-themed porn films, including "My First Sex Teacher" and "Naughty Bookworms."

"This is another fine example of a true naughty American in the news, and we just want to celebrate it," said Arenas.

Corlett has yet to respond to Arenas' offer.

[H/T: MSN Now, screengrabs via Oakland, WXYZ]

High-Speed Chase in Texas Could Be Related to Shooting of Colorado Prison Chief

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High-Speed Chase in Texas Could Be Related to Shooting of Colorado Prison Chief Authorities in Colorado believe a high-speed shooting chase in Texas could be connected to the shooting death of Colorado's prison chief, Tom Clements. The chase barreled through north Texas yesterday, ending in a crash about 700 miles away from the site of Clements' death on Tuesday.

Around 11 AM local time yesterday, the driver of a Cadillac shot at a law enforcement officer who had pulled him over at a traffic stop. The deputy was wearing a bulletproof vest, but one of the two bullets shot grazed his head and he remains in serious condition. A high-speed chase ensued, ending 30 miles away in Decatur, Texas, with the driver shooting at officers from the window. The chase stopped when the driver slammed into an 18-wheel truck. The driver emerged and resumed shooting, although didn't make contact with any of the officers. The suspect sustained injury and died Thursday evening.

The man was identified as a 28-year-old parolee in the Denver area named Evan Ebel, believed to be connected to a gang of white supremacists. Officials are searching to see if this chase is connected to the Colorado shooting.

Also on Thursday, Colorado investigators were examining one of the thousands of prisoners in Clements' charge, a Saudi national named Homaidan al-Turki, convicted of sexually assaulting his housemaid and keeping her basically imprisoned for several years at his home. Al-Turki is a high-profile prisoner; at the request of the U.S. ambassador to Saudi Arabia, the Colorado Attorney General traveled to Riyadh in 2006 to meet with King Abdullah and the al-Turki family to discuss the case. Earlier this month, Clements had denied al-Turki a request to serve the remainder of his imprisonment in Saudi Arabia. Investigators are still attempting to determine whether al-Turki's case might have some connection to Clements' death.

[CNN, image via Denver Channel News]

"The Best Fucking Thing That Could Possibly Happen": Hacker Convict Weev Bids Farewell to Freedom

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"The Best Fucking Thing That Could Possibly Happen": Hacker Convict Weev Bids Farewell to Freedom"America is in a cultural decline," the internet troll and 27-year-old hacker Andrew "Weev" Auernheimer said into a microphone on Monday morning outside Newark's Martin Luther King Courthouse. Bearded, in a black hoodie with pockets that bulged with his omnipresent 3G-enabled tablet computer and a neckerchief, the stocky Auernheimer was dressed for hurling chunks of sidewalk through storefronts in a European street protest. He was speaking to a pack of cameras in the shadow of the enormous High Modernist bust of Lady Justice that dominates the plaza. "In my country there's a problem and that problem is the Feds. They take everybody's freedom and they never give it back."

Auernheimer's freedom was scheduled to be taken away in about an hour, at the sentencing hearing following his conviction for computer fraud and hacking. In November he was convicted for his role in a 2010 hack of the AT&T website for iPad subscribers, when he and a codefendant exploited a security flaw to harvest more than 110,000 of the subscribers' account information. To embarrass AT&T for its lax security, the hackers shared the information with Gawker, which published an account of how the breach worked.

Many tech bloggers will tell you that the charges are stupidly overblown and actually make the internet less safe. Auernheimer is basically going to prison for being an unrepentant asshole.

So he has become a cause celebre within a nebulous culture at the intersection of technology, social activism, and libertarianism—hackers, Occupy Wall Streeters, artists, tech bloggers, and even venture capitalists who are connected by a shared sense of being in a precarious position on the furthest edges of information technology. Auernheimer is to them a fellow pioneer who is now being punished for his ingenuity by a government that wants to control the world's flow of information.

His case has become all the more resonant with them since information activist Aaron Swartz committed suicide while being prosecuted under the same overly-expansive computer crime law as Auernheimer, the Computer Fraud and Abuse Act. (Columbia law professor Tim Wu calls it calls "the worst law in technology.") Plus, they like the guy. Weev is a terrible person on the internet, a self-styled pioneer of internet trolling, i.e. harassing and offending people for laughs. (You can read about his exploits in my November profile.) But he is endlessly charming once you get to know him personally. And his case drives home the vital point that an unjust law is unjust whether it targets a saint or an asshole.

About two dozen of his most ardent supporters had turned up, huddling in the cold, as Auernheimer—who has an almost chlorophyllic relationship to camera lights—delivered yet another rambling statement about how his case represents the downfall of Western Civilization. They stood bleary-eyed, some reeking of booze and cigarettes in yesterday's clothes. The hearing was at the start of a government work week, but in Weev's world, it was the tail end of an all-night party celebrating his last stretch of freedom. His backers were powering straight through.

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There would be "pretty much no media," Auernheimer had told me on Saturday afternoon, when I tried without success to get him to share the details of the party. That was obvious bullshit. There would sooner be no party than no media. Luckily, finding the directions to Weev's party turned out to be even easier than harvesting tens of thousands of iPad owner account details: A rival internet troll posted the address to Twitter.

It was in Newark, hosted by the prankster-artist Clark Stoeckly, whose best-known project is driving around New York in a truck painted to look like a "Wikileaks Mobile Collection Unit." Stoeckley had attended Weev's November trial, been impressed by his hilarious bombast in court, and offered to host his going-to-jail party at the immense, colorful loft he shares with a bunch of other artists.

I got there around 10:30. A sign outside said "Weev's Party, 4th floor," and the door was open, so I went upstairs. There were about 30 people there, and the crowd would grow to around 40, including an Esquire reporter and his photographer, a documentary crew from Los Angeles, a reporter from Russia Today, and the livestreamer Tim Pool, who made his name documenting the Occupy Wall Street protests of 2011. Pretty much no media.

Auernheimer spotted me, smiled, and slapped me on the shoulder. He told me I could stay as long as I promised not to mention the presence of two friends he hoped would attend—their own legal troubles could be complicated if the authorities knew they were associating with him. Neither showed up.

Various digital misfits and cyberpunks drank booze from plastic cups, played pool and ping pong on tables next to an indoor garden fashioned from a bathtub, and sang along to Queen. Someone had a theremin.

In the crowd was Bobcat, a bearded veteran of the New York City hacker scene, his aging-hippie aesthetic betrayed by a leather jacket sporting the logo of the legendary hacker conference DEFCON. Bobcat was demonstrating a minor bug he'd just discovered in the URL shortening system used by the U.S. government. On a small tablet computer, he explained that he had added a plus sign to a .gov URL, which redirected it to a photo he'd uploaded of Barack Obama staring wistfully into the gaping maw of Goatse. Bobcat pointed out that what he had done was not all that different than Weev's trick.

"Weev did what I do every day!" Bobcat said. The problem was, he said, that there was no safe place enlightened geeks could report to if they spotted something amiss, without fearing the wrath of the Feds. "There should be like a council of elders who you go to when you find a problem like this," he said

By a table littered with bags of chips and Chinese takeout stood the internet troll Jaime Cochran, aka "AsshurtMacFags." Cochran is a 20-something transgender woman who had taken the train from her home in the Chicago suburbs to be at the hearing. Until recently she was a member of the Rustle League, an upstart trolling group which aspires to be the "Andy Kaufman of trolling." I was vaguely familiar with Cochran and the Rustle League because I had received an anguished email late last year from one of its victims, complaining of death threats, defamatory tweets, and "a horrendous hate-filled anti-Semitic Twitter account using my name and pics." Cochran has appeared on Australian television, explaining to a puzzled host why she spends her free time harassing users of jam band music boards.

Naturally Cochran is a big fan of Auernheimer's. With the AT&T hack, he took trolling out of the internet backwater and threw it onto the national stage. Most trolls are "still focused on trolling bloggers, " she said. "But I think trolling should have higher aspirations. That's what Weev did." He trolled one of the biggest technology companies on the planet.

The atmosphere was one of happy and increasingly inebriated defiance. Clark Stoekley relished his role as host in a purple smoking jacket and top hat, smoking cigarettes from a holder he had orginally bought for a Hunter S. Thompson Halloween costume.

To a circle of rapt supporters, Weev explained how his imprisonment was a blessing in disguise.

"This is the best fucking thing that could possibly happen to me," he said. "My trolls are ideological, but they also impact markets. I have eyes on me that are worth billions of dollars. I've already got offers that are like, Hey, I'll give you $5 million when you get out."

Jeffrey Paul, the German-based American hacker who put up Auernheimer's $50,000 bail, sported an absurd futuristic visor in a winking nod to hacker stereotypes. "The real story here is that Andrew is such an asshole but he has this popular support," he said.

As morning drew near, the party moved to an apartment in the back of the loft. It was so spacious and beautiful that posting a photo of it to Twitter would prompt most of New York City to ford the Hudson River to start a new life in Newark. A swing hung from the rafter, and many people narrowly missed having their teeth knocked out by hackers hurtling through the smoky air. Weev took a turn: "Freedom!" he shouted, soaring above his supporters.

One of my last clear memories is of Weev and Bobcat filming video of the party on Bobcat's tablet computer, gazing down into the screen where they saw themselves saying: "Weev did what I do every day!" "You're all committing three felonies a day!" "I will see you all in my cell block!"

***

The trip through security into the courthouse was uneasy. Weev's supporters were bristling with electronics and piercings, their necks swaddled in black bandanas emblazoned with tactical tips for protesters ("DO NOT RESIST ARREST. DO NOT CONSENT TO SEARCH"). And they were naturally disinclined to do anything that someone with a badge might ask them to do. One supporter wore a Guy Fawkes mask sitting on top of his head, and a guard told him to remove it. Mocking murmurs went through the crowd.

"It's for national security," said Jamie Cochran, lowering her voice into a mock-official baritone. "National security."

The Auernheimer enthusiasts crammed into the courtroom, filling both sides of the aisle. As the proceeding unfolded, they heckled and whispered, like the audience at a punk show confronted with an excruciatingly uncool opening act. Snorts of indignation and derisive laughs erupted when the prosecutor referred to the computer security organization Auernheimer started, Goatse Security, as a "security organization, so-called."

Phone use was forbidden in the courtroom, and various Free Weevers kept getting kicked out for attempting to tweet. This included Cochran, who subsequently stood outside by the door and loudly fought, or maybe pretended to fight, with a security guard. Her protestations wafted in, comically disjointed, every time the door opened:

"Ow, you monster."

"Ow. Ow. Ow."

"You people are great Americans."

But two of Auernheimer's supporters sat quietly throughout the hearing. Andrew's mother Alyse Auernheimer and her husband, Mark, had flown from Richmond, Virginia for the hearing. Alyse made eye contact with Andrew and blew him a kiss, but he made no acknowledgement of her presence. It was the first time she had seen her son in over six years.

After some procedural stuff, Auernheimer gave a statement, repeating much of what he'd said outside. "I don't come here to ask forgiveness," he said. "This court's decision is wrong and if you people understood what you were doing to the rule of law and the Constitution, you would feel shame!"

A phalanx of enormous U.S. Marshals sat in the jury box, unimpressed by the measly physical threat presented by Auernheimer and his supporters. One of them could have subdued the entire audience. But during the prosecutor's closing statements, Auernheimer surreptitiously reached for his tablet, and the whole squad bore down at once: They pried the tablet out of his hands before he could do whatever he was trying to do—tweet, presumably—pressed his body into the table, then cuffed him and hustled him out of the courtroom.

The spectators erupted in cries and gasps. A woman began weeping loudly. "Sickos!" yelled an Anonymous supporter who goes by the name Subverzo, "This government is in contempt!"

"This is why Aaron killed himself!" said another guy.

Five minutes later Auernheimer was back, in shackles. He mouthed "don't cry" to the crying woman, a few members of the crowd flashed him thumbs up, and the hearing began again. Now the supporters were subdued.

The prosecutor's closing statement suggested a tip for those about to be sentenced for a crime: Do not, mere hours before your hearing, give an interview on the internet claiming you'd commit the crime again. Auernheimer had kicked off his going-to-jail party by taking part in a livestreamed "Ask Me Anything" thread on Reddit. Did he have any regrets about the iPad hack, one user asked.

"My regret is being nice enough to give AT&T a chance to patch before dropping the dataset to Gawker," he replled. "I won't nearly be as nice next time."

(Later, Auernheimer's lawyer, Tor Ekelund, said he had told him not to do the interview. "He will write what he wants," Ekelund said.)

Assistant U.S. Attorney Zach Intrater cited this response in his argument for a harsher term, as it showed Auernheimer was at an "atypical" risk for recidivism. "Less than 24 hours before sentencing, he said he was going to reoffend," Intrater said. "The threat is clear."

Intrater continued, in a tone that said he did not relish in what he was about to say but was compelled by its profound truth to say it. "This was not a one-off," Intrater said. "His entire history puts his own advancement—financial, social, reputational—above the interests of others."

Intrater quoted an email exchange between Auernheimer and one of the victims of his trolling, pausing between each exchange for great effect. The guy, whom Intrater called "M.G.," had emailed Auernheimer begging him to remove a post about him on the troll knowledgebase Encyclopedia Dramatica, where Auernheimer was once an administrator. The post had slanderous material and nude photos and, M.G. claimed, had already caused him to lose his job.

Auernheimer had responded simply: "$500."

"Are you saying it would cost $500 to take the page down? Do you know me? Do you know anything about me," pleaded M.G.

"I know many people who came here today think the defendant is very funny," Intrater said, sparking giggles in the crowd. "But M.G. didn't."

Auernheimer was sentenced to a 41-month term, near the maximum of the sentencing guidelines, plus a $73,000 fine. As Judge Susan D. Wigenton explained how she was disappointed that Auernheimer had not used his skills and charisma toward better ends, his mother watched without emotion. Her husband tapped her softly on the knee each time the judge stressed a point.

"Hail Eris!" were Auernheimer's last words, a shout-out to the Greek goddess of chaos before he disappeared into the Essex County Jail.

***

Outside the courtroom, Weev's supporters consoled each other, cried, and fumed.

"I'm disgusted, this is in contempt," said Subverzo. "This is the sort of animalistic behavior we'd expect from the government."

Auernheimer's lawyers plan to appeal. Now that he has become a symbol for the unfairness of the Computer Fraud and Abuse Act, a group of heavy hitters has come on board to help, including the Electronic Frontier Foundation and the cyberlaw expert Orin Kerr. The case may go all the way to the Supreme Court.

Alyse Auernheimer and her husband left without speaking to any of her son's friends and supporters. When I called her later she told me that she was also disgusted by the proceedings, but mainly by the displays of the supporters.

"I thought the circus atmosphere was disrespectful to the court, to the law," she said. "It was disrespectful to Andrew because he was a part of it. I just hate that sort of mad, mad world scenario."

She said she understood that Auernheimer's punishment was too harsh and that AT&T should share part of the blame for its lax security. But, she said, the supporters represented part of Andrew's problem, not its solution. "A group of people surrounding him, encouraging his bad behavior—that's not love for Andrew," she said. "When all those people fall away we'll still be there. That's part of being a family. And tough love is part of being a family."

"We love our son and while obviously we completely didn't approve of anything that transpired, we still want to be there to support him," she said. "I hope someday that he'll say that maybe this is a chance for him to do something different."

Israeli P.M. Netanyahu Apologizes to Turkey for Flotilla Raid Deaths

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Phone conversations are almost always awkward, and rarely more awkward than when you're calling someone for the very first time and apologizing for the time your military killed eight Turkish citizens in a raid on a flotilla bringing aid to the blockaded Gaza strip. And yet! Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu did just that today, calling his Turkish counterpart Recep Erdogan, apologizing for the "operational mistakes of the Israeli military," and starting down the path toward the normalization of relations between the countries:

In a telephone conversation with his Turkish counterpart Recep Tayyip Erdogan, Benjamin Netanyahu agreed to compensate the families of the victims. Mr Netanyahu had previously only expressed regret for the nine deaths. The stance significantly damaged relations between the two US allies.

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Mr Erdogan had accepted the apology, [U.S. officials] added. In the past, he has always given two conditions for restoring bilateral relations with Israel - an apology and compensation for the victims' families.

The call comes on President Obama's second day of a tour of the Middle East. Talk about an "apology tour," am I right?

[Haaretz, CNN]

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