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Family, Police, and Shit: <p><a href="https://hst3000.tumblr.com/post/172177083997/libertarirynn-libertariancrusader" class="tumblr_blog">hst3000</a>:</p> <blockquote><p><a href="https://libertarirynn.tumblr.com/post/172175810804/libertariancrusader-libertarirynn-this-makes" class="tumblr_blog">libertarirynn</a>:</p><blockquote> <p><a href="https://libertariancrusader.tumblr.com/post/172172573976/libertarirynn-this-makes-me-sick-to-my-stomach" class="tumblr_blog">libertariancrusader</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a href="https://libertarirynn.tumblr.com/post/172145067240/this-makes-me-sick-to-my-stomach-i-hope-those" class="tumblr_blog">libertarirynn</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p>This makes me sick to my stomach. I hope those sorry sacks of shit who killed her rot in prison, but what’s more I think all the people who heard <i>multiple reports of this child’s abuse</i> and did NOTHING should be brought up on charges. Their gross negligence led to her death. I understand sometimes things tragically fly under the radar but this was *not* under the radar. The father reported the abuse. Other family members reported the abuse. The daycare workers reported the abuse. THE CHILD REPEATEDLY TOLD ANYONE WHO WOULD LISTEN THAT SHE WAS BEING ABUSED. She had multiple physical injuries evident of abuse. What the hell else was supposed to happen? Literally everyone involved here did exactly what they were supposed to do except the people whose very job was to protect this child. </p> <p>Their failure here is despicable.</p> </blockquote> <p>While I know this is emotional, it would be inappropriate to bring social service workers, police, doctors, etc for failing to do the right thing in this circumstance. Their conduct reviewed and them being disciplined or fired sure, but criminal charges sets a dangerous precedent.</p> <p>One thing that I think really does need to change is how family court views men in situations like this where the idea that a child will always be better off with their mother and fathers are rarely considered as good caregivers needs to be challenged as archaic and regressive.</p> </blockquote> <p>“While I know this is emotional, it would be inappropriate to bring social service workers, police, doctors, etc for failing to do the right thing in this circumstance. Their conduct reviewed and them being disciplined or fired sure, but criminal charges sets a dangerous precedent.”</p> <p>There already is a precedent. It’s called Criminally negligent homicide. If it can be proven that they were aware of the abuse and did nothing to prevent it or protect her from it, they could reasonably be brought up in charges.</p> </blockquote> <p>Negligent homicide is very hard to prove, for good reason. ‘Proven aware of the abuse’ is the big one, not just &lsquo;I had possible suspicions.’ Hindsight is 20/20, and not saying the situation doesn’t suck, but throwing everyone around it under the bus isn’t the way to go.</p></blockquote> <p>Three separate cases were open regarding her abuse and they were all closed. They had reports from multiple witnesses as well as CONSIDERABLE PHYSICAL EVIDENCE of abuse. This wasn’t just some kind of vague hunch, her abuse was absolutely provable. I am not “throwing anyone under the bus”, people were absolute shit at their jobs here and their failure lead to this little girl’s death.</p><p>At the end of the day I’m not going to spend a lot of time quibbling on whether not they should be charged, I’m just saying there is a precedent for it and this was gross negligence.</p>
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Family, Police, and Shit: <p><a href="https://libertariancrusader.tumblr.com/post/172172573976/libertarirynn-this-makes-me-sick-to-my-stomach" class="tumblr_blog">libertariancrusader</a>:</p> <blockquote><p><a href="https://libertarirynn.tumblr.com/post/172145067240/this-makes-me-sick-to-my-stomach-i-hope-those" class="tumblr_blog">libertarirynn</a>:</p> <blockquote><p>This makes me sick to my stomach. I hope those sorry sacks of shit who killed her rot in prison, but what’s more I think all the people who heard <i>multiple reports of this child’s abuse</i> and did NOTHING should be brought up on charges. Their gross negligence led to her death. I understand sometimes things tragically fly under the radar but this was *not* under the radar. The father reported the abuse. Other family members reported the abuse. The daycare workers reported the abuse. THE CHILD REPEATEDLY TOLD ANYONE WHO WOULD LISTEN THAT SHE WAS BEING ABUSED. She had multiple physical injuries evident of abuse. What the hell else was supposed to happen? Literally everyone involved here did exactly what they were supposed to do except the people whose very job was to protect this child. </p> <p>Their failure here is despicable.</p></blockquote> <p>While I know this is emotional, it would be inappropriate to bring social service workers, police, doctors, etc for failing to do the right thing in this circumstance. Their conduct reviewed and them being disciplined or fired sure, but criminal charges sets a dangerous precedent.</p><p>One thing that I think really does need to change is how family court views men in situations like this where the idea that a child will always be better off with their mother and fathers are rarely considered as good caregivers needs to be challenged as archaic and regressive.</p></blockquote> <p>“While I know this is emotional, it would be inappropriate to bring social service workers, police, doctors, etc for failing to do the right thing in this circumstance. Their conduct reviewed and them being disciplined or fired sure, but criminal charges sets a dangerous precedent.”</p><p>There already is a precedent. It’s called Criminally negligent homicide. If it can be proven that they were aware of the abuse and did nothing to prevent it or protect her from it, they could reasonably be brought up in charges.</p>
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Apparently, Children, and Christmas: awkward. @howtobeprada imagine if you called the wrong number and "mom?" "no this is Morgan freeman" Reply Retweet Favorite voroxpete: arctic-hands: therobotmonster: kuroba101: prismatic-bell: HERE’S THE THING THOUGH I used to work for a call center and I was doing a political survey and I called this number that was randomly generated for me and the way our system worked was voice-activated so when the other person said hello you’d get connected to them, so I just launch right into my “Harvard University and NPR blah blah blah” thing and then there’s this long pause and I think the person’s hung up even though I didn’t hear a click And then I hear “you shouldn’t be able to call this number.” So I apologize and go into the preset spiel about because we aren’t selling anything, etc. etc. and the answer I get is “No, I know that. What I mean is that it should be impossible for you to call this number, and I need to know how you got it.” I explain that it’s randomly generated and I’m very sorry for bothering him, and go to hang up. And before I can click terminate, I hear: “Ma’am, this is a matter of national security.” I accidentally called the director of the FBI. My job got investigated because a computer randomly spit out a number to the Pentagon. This is my new favourite story. When I was in college I got a job working for a company that manages major air-travel data. It was a temp gig working their out of date system while they moved over to a new one, since my knowing MS Dos apparently made me qualified. There was no MS Dos involved. Instead, there was a proprietary type-based OS and an actually-uses-transistors refrigerator-sized computer with switches I had to trip at certain times during the night as I watched the data flow from six pm to six AM on Fridays and weekends. If things got stuck, I reset the server.  The company handled everything from low-end data (hotel and car reservations) to flight plans and tower information. I was weighed every time I came in to make sure it was me. Areas of the building had retina scanners on doors.  During training. they took us through all the procedures. Including the procedures for the red phone. There was, literally, a red phone on the shelf above my desk. “This is a holdover from the cold war.” They said. “It isn’t going to come up, but here’s the deal. In case of nuclear war or other nation-wide disaster, the phone will ring. Pick up the phone, state your name and station, and await instructions. Do whatever you are told.” So my third night there, it’s around 2am and there’s a ringing sound.  I look up, slowly. The Red phone is ringing. So I reach out, I pick up the phone. I give my name and station number. And I hear every station head in the building do the exact same. One after another, voices giving names and numbers. Then silence for the space of two breaths. Silence broken by… “Uh… Is Shantavia there?” It turns out that every toll free, 1-900 or priority number has a corresponding local number that it routs to at its actual destination. Some poor teenage girl was trying to dial a friend of hers, mixed up the numbers, and got the atomic attack alert line for a major air-travel corporation’s command center in the mid-west United States. There’s another pause, and the guys over in the main data room are cracking up. The overnight site head is saying “I think you have the wrong number, ma’am.” and I’m standing there having faced the specter of nuclear annihilation before I was old enough to legally drink. The red phone never rang again while I was there, so the people doing my training were only slightly wrong in their estimation of how often the doomsday phone would ring.  Every time I try to find this story, I end up having to search google with a variety of terms that I’m sure have gotten me flagged by some watchlist, so I’m reblogging it again where I swear I’ve reblogged it before. But none of these stories even come close to the best one of them all; a wrong number is how the NORAD Santa Tracker got started. Seriously, this is legit. In December 1955, Sears decided to run a Santa hotline.  Here’s the ad they posted. Only problem is, they misprinted the number.  And the number they printed?  It went straight through to fucking NORAD.  This was in the middle of the Cold War, when early warning radar was the only thing keeping nuclear annihilation at bay.  NORAD was the front line. And it wasn’t just any number at NORAD.  Oh no no no. Terri remembers her dad had two phones on his desk, including a red one. “Only a four-star general at the Pentagon and my dad had the number,” she says. “This was the ‘50s, this was the Cold War, and he would have been the first one to know if there was an attack on the United States,” Rick says. The red phone rang one day in December 1955, and Shoup answered it, Pam says. “And then there was a small voice that just asked, ‘Is this Santa Claus?’ ” His children remember Shoup as straight-laced and disciplined, and he was annoyed and upset by the call and thought it was a joke — but then, Terri says, the little voice started crying. “And Dad realized that it wasn’t a joke,” her sister says. “So he talked to him, ho-ho-ho’d and asked if he had been a good boy and, ‘May I talk to your mother?’ And the mother got on and said, ‘You haven’t seen the paper yet? There’s a phone number to call Santa. It’s in the Sears ad.’ Dad looked it up, and there it was, his red phone number. And they had children calling one after another, so he put a couple of airmen on the phones to act like Santa Claus.” “It got to be a big joke at the command center. You know, ‘The old man’s really flipped his lid this time. We’re answering Santa calls,’ ” Terri says. And then, it got better. “The airmen had this big glass board with the United States on it and Canada, and when airplanes would come in they would track them,” Pam says. “And Christmas Eve of 1955, when Dad walked in, there was a drawing of a sleigh with eight reindeer coming over the North Pole,” Rick says. “Dad said, ‘What is that?’ They say, ‘Colonel, we’re sorry. We were just making a joke. Do you want us to take that down?’ Dad looked at it for a while, and next thing you know, Dad had called the radio station and had said, ‘This is the commander at the Combat Alert Center, and we have an unidentified flying object. Why, it looks like a sleigh.’ Well, the radio stations would call him like every hour and say, ‘Where’s Santa now?’ ” Terri says. For real. “And later in life he got letters from all over the world, people saying, ‘Thank you, Colonel,’ for having, you know, this sense of humor. And in his 90s, he would carry those letters around with him in a briefcase that had a lock on it like it was top-secret information,” she says. “You know, he was an important guy, but this is the thing he’s known for.” “Yeah,” Rick [his son] says, “it’s probably the thing he was proudest of, too.” So yeah.  I think that might be the best wrong number of all time. Source:  http://www.npr.org/2014/12/19/371647099/norads-santa-tracker-began-with-a-typo-and-a-good-sport
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Apparently, Children, and Christmas: awkward. @howtobeprada imagine if you called the wrong number and "mom?" "no this is Morgan freeman" Reply Retweet Favorite kkhendin: voroxpete: arctic-hands: therobotmonster: kuroba101: prismatic-bell: HERE’S THE THING THOUGH I used to work for a call center and I was doing a political survey and I called this number that was randomly generated for me and the way our system worked was voice-activated so when the other person said hello you’d get connected to them, so I just launch right into my “Harvard University and NPR blah blah blah” thing and then there’s this long pause and I think the person’s hung up even though I didn’t hear a click And then I hear “you shouldn’t be able to call this number.” So I apologize and go into the preset spiel about because we aren’t selling anything, etc. etc. and the answer I get is “No, I know that. What I mean is that it should be impossible for you to call this number, and I need to know how you got it.” I explain that it’s randomly generated and I’m very sorry for bothering him, and go to hang up. And before I can click terminate, I hear: “Ma’am, this is a matter of national security.” I accidentally called the director of the FBI. My job got investigated because a computer randomly spit out a number to the Pentagon. This is my new favourite story. When I was in college I got a job working for a company that manages major air-travel data. It was a temp gig working their out of date system while they moved over to a new one, since my knowing MS Dos apparently made me qualified. There was no MS Dos involved. Instead, there was a proprietary type-based OS and an actually-uses-transistors refrigerator-sized computer with switches I had to trip at certain times during the night as I watched the data flow from six pm to six AM on Fridays and weekends. If things got stuck, I reset the server.  The company handled everything from low-end data (hotel and car reservations) to flight plans and tower information. I was weighed every time I came in to make sure it was me. Areas of the building had retina scanners on doors.  During training. they took us through all the procedures. Including the procedures for the red phone. There was, literally, a red phone on the shelf above my desk. “This is a holdover from the cold war.” They said. “It isn’t going to come up, but here’s the deal. In case of nuclear war or other nation-wide disaster, the phone will ring. Pick up the phone, state your name and station, and await instructions. Do whatever you are told.” So my third night there, it’s around 2am and there’s a ringing sound.  I look up, slowly. The Red phone is ringing. So I reach out, I pick up the phone. I give my name and station number. And I hear every station head in the building do the exact same. One after another, voices giving names and numbers. Then silence for the space of two breaths. Silence broken by… “Uh… Is Shantavia there?” It turns out that every toll free, 1-900 or priority number has a corresponding local number that it routs to at its actual destination. Some poor teenage girl was trying to dial a friend of hers, mixed up the numbers, and got the atomic attack alert line for a major air-travel corporation’s command center in the mid-west United States. There’s another pause, and the guys over in the main data room are cracking up. The overnight site head is saying “I think you have the wrong number, ma’am.” and I’m standing there having faced the specter of nuclear annihilation before I was old enough to legally drink. The red phone never rang again while I was there, so the people doing my training were only slightly wrong in their estimation of how often the doomsday phone would ring.  Every time I try to find this story, I end up having to search google with a variety of terms that I’m sure have gotten me flagged by some watchlist, so I’m reblogging it again where I swear I’ve reblogged it before. But none of these stories even come close to the best one of them all; a wrong number is how the NORAD Santa Tracker got started. Seriously, this is legit. In December 1955, Sears decided to run a Santa hotline.  Here’s the ad they posted. Only problem is, they misprinted the number.  And the number they printed?  It went straight through to fucking NORAD.  This was in the middle of the Cold War, when early warning radar was the only thing keeping nuclear annihilation at bay.  NORAD was the front line. And it wasn’t just any number at NORAD.  Oh no no no. Terri remembers her dad had two phones on his desk, including a red one. “Only a four-star general at the Pentagon and my dad had the number,” she says. “This was the ‘50s, this was the Cold War, and he would have been the first one to know if there was an attack on the United States,” Rick says. The red phone rang one day in December 1955, and Shoup answered it, Pam says. “And then there was a small voice that just asked, ‘Is this Santa Claus?’ ” His children remember Shoup as straight-laced and disciplined, and he was annoyed and upset by the call and thought it was a joke — but then, Terri says, the little voice started crying. “And Dad realized that it wasn’t a joke,” her sister says. “So he talked to him, ho-ho-ho’d and asked if he had been a good boy and, ‘May I talk to your mother?’ And the mother got on and said, ‘You haven’t seen the paper yet? There’s a phone number to call Santa. It’s in the Sears ad.’ Dad looked it up, and there it was, his red phone number. And they had children calling one after another, so he put a couple of airmen on the phones to act like Santa Claus.” “It got to be a big joke at the command center. You know, ‘The old man’s really flipped his lid this time. We’re answering Santa calls,’ ” Terri says. And then, it got better. “The airmen had this big glass board with the United States on it and Canada, and when airplanes would come in they would track them,” Pam says. “And Christmas Eve of 1955, when Dad walked in, there was a drawing of a sleigh with eight reindeer coming over the North Pole,” Rick says. “Dad said, ‘What is that?’ They say, ‘Colonel, we’re sorry. We were just making a joke. Do you want us to take that down?’ Dad looked at it for a while, and next thing you know, Dad had called the radio station and had said, ‘This is the commander at the Combat Alert Center, and we have an unidentified flying object. Why, it looks like a sleigh.’ Well, the radio stations would call him like every hour and say, ‘Where’s Santa now?’ ” Terri says. For real. “And later in life he got letters from all over the world, people saying, ‘Thank you, Colonel,’ for having, you know, this sense of humor. And in his 90s, he would carry those letters around with him in a briefcase that had a lock on it like it was top-secret information,” she says. “You know, he was an important guy, but this is the thing he’s known for.” “Yeah,” Rick [his son] says, “it’s probably the thing he was proudest of, too.” So yeah.  I think that might be the best wrong number of all time. Source:  http://www.npr.org/2014/12/19/371647099/norads-santa-tracker-began-with-a-typo-and-a-good-sport It got better.
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Being Alone, Bulbasaur, and Definitely: Pokemon astrology Signs accordina to poke-Problems wlithe Growli Vulpix Ma Eevee Mew 2 June agonair t. 2 Persian Mac Sept. 23-October 2 |October 23-Nov. 21 Clefairy Haunte November 22-Dec.2 r22-Jan. Lapras Bulbosa January 20-Feb. February 1-March 20 escapefrommetalgear: piranhateeth: jasinjawsh: sparkwolf: thatonebluefox: kynimdraws: poke-problems: POKEMON ASTROLOGY SIGNS. Vulpix - You are very energetic, courageous and quick witted! You love attention. However, you might find yourself being impulsive and impatient, and possibly be a little bit selfish. Growlithe - You are patient, reliable, loyal and very detirmined to achieve your goals. Be careful of becoming possessive, self-indulgent or greedy, though.  Eevee - You’re very adaptive of any environment you happen to find yourself in. You’re also very intellectual and witty. However, a cunning person like you might find themselves being nervous, tense and afraid of imperfection. Mew - You’re a sympathetic person, so you may find that other people’s joys and sorrows become your own. You’re also cautious, and can be very protective of those close to you. You may have a habit of being overemotional or moody, and you probably find it hard to let go of things you love. Wigglytuff - You’re probably the most generous and warmhearted person you know. Your enthusiasm causes people to like being around you. You’re faithful, and very loving. However, you might find yourself becoming bossy and patronizing without noticing. Dragonair - You are a pretty modest person, right? And shy, as well. You’re a very good listener, and very diligent, too! You’re incredibly intelligent and analytical. On the downside, you might find yourself worrying about many things, including not being perfect. You also may come across as harsh sometimes, intentional or not. Persian - You have a lot of charm. You’re a very easy going person, and you’re very sociable. You might even be called a flirt! You’re also quite changeable, or easily influenced, so be careful who you hang out with. Try your best to make your own decisions. Pikachu - When you know what you want, you’re detirmined to get it and can be very forceful about it. You’re very passionate about many things. People are drawn to you because of your exciting, electric personality. You may have a habit of becoming jealous or resentful, though, and you can also be very secretive. Clefairy - You are definitely an optimist. You enjoy the feeling of being free, and don’t let heavy emotions weigh you down. You’re a very honest and straightforward person. Sometimes, though, your optimism blinds you from the truth, and causes you to be careless and irresponsible. Haunter - You’re a very practical person, and also very disciplined. People may look up to you for that. You’re also very humorous- on purpose or simply by accident! However, you may tend to be very pessimistic and judgemental. Lighten up!  Bulbasaur - You are very friendly, honest and loyal. You’re very good at using your imagination, and have many original thoughts. You’re also very good at being independent- you probably prefer to be alone in a lot of your free time. You’re not very emotional, though, and you tend to be unpredictable. Don’t be afraid to show your emotions. Lapras - You’re very sensitive to the world around you. You try your best to be kind to others, and help out as much as you possibly can. You rarely worry about your own needs- you’re happy as long as the ones you care about are. However, you’re very idealistic, and feel let down when things don’t go as planned. You may also be easily led. Vulpix. Fits me pretty well lol mother fuckin’ Mew and it fits me I’m the last day of Bulbasaur, but I’m the complete opposite. Of course I’m a Haunter, lulz. Pessimistic and semi-unfortunately judgmental. I’m totally a dragonair 3 I’m mew IM PIKACHU, MOTHERFUCKERS!
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