I found this article in a scanned vintage newspaper, it was part of a syndicated feature called “Chronology of the Year”, a veritable orgy of death statistics published in the U.S. at the end of 1901. It seems there were 131 recorded lynchings in the United States that year. We can be confident in the accuracy of that number, I surmise, because lynchings were so carefully documented by unbiased journalists and local law enforcement officials. It certainly puts one’s mind at ease to learn that only nine of the year’s 131 lynchings were motivated by racial prejudice. The remaining 122 executions were justified with various reasons including a lynching for forcing a white boy to commit a crime. “I swear, ma! The negro made me do it!”

Via The Perry Bible Fellowship by boy-genius Nicholas Gurewitch

Whether you love CBS crime drama Criminal Minds, or you hate it, or you occasionally tolerate its contrived storyline because you’re too cheap to pay for cable and fear that turning off the television may provoke independent thought underscoring the hollow emptiness of your existence, you’ll be charmed by Mandy Patinkin’s stellar vocal performance on his latest album, Criminal Minds Greatest Hits.

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I saw a handcuff necklace like this one in a magazine a few months ago, I liked it at the time… but removed from the fashion spread it’s looking a little less stylish and a tad more fettishesque. If you’re jonesin’ for one, Dolce Vita may or may not sell them.

His wife murdered. His children motherless. O.J. Simpson’s family, his money, his career, his life… gone, in an instant.

Though officially exonerated by a jury of his peers, he was still convicted in the court of public opinion. Even the police were convinced of his guilt… if he wanted justice, he’d have to take the law into his own hands, arranging a covert sting operation with the help of his faithful few. With nothing left to lose, he decided to bet it all and let it ride… in Las Vegas.

The man who had wronged him was lured to Vegas with the promise of a quick profit, but O.J.’s cunninger witfulness outsleighted the greedy criminal, leaving him cornered in a Vegas hotel room. Surrounded by his posse of morally outraged, armed vigilantes, O.J. stared into the eyes of his archenemy. “It’s you… you’re him,” he growled, years of anger and frustration bubbling to the surface. “You’re the guy who took my football stuff.”

Via F Minus.