Granting in advance that the 100% idiot-proof amusement ride doesn't exist, this particular ferris wheel's cars could easily have went up another enclosure bar or two and saved this obvious Darwin Award. It seems obvious rides allowing children must go the extra mile in safety design. Ill-advised whimsy on the part of a child should not lead to lethality. My layman's sense of the law says that this is a winnable case of negligent ferris wheel car design. You cannot save stupid children from themselves in every instance, but I believe this stupid child's death would have been prevented by a modicum of thought.
I was reading along with the same righteous indignation of most of you until ..."Clearly he was attracted to her enormous breasts..." completely redirected my focus to a Google Image Search. It seems I will never attain Mahatma status.
Here in the States, Illegal Drug Hysteria isn't nearly the control tool it was since politicians discovered credulous constituencies overwhelmingly preferred Terrorism Hysteria. Privacy Rights that Americans had been reluctant to surrender to the War on Drugs evaporated with little fuss as citizens bent over and grabbed ankles rather than have their patriotism questioned. A telling failure of the War on Drugs is that American drug czars have inexplicably failed to link illegal drugs with a single, universally recognized swarthy visage ala bin Laden. It was never necessary for a single arch-nemesis druglord to exist, only that his existence be plausible to the Homeland and reviled within the lyrics of a Country Music song or two.
Many of you touched upon the augmented mobility license and power (in the sense of ability to act without scrutiny or restraint) extended to individuals of Northern European appearance within the USA. I'm not suggesting we begin to disproportionately detain 78 year old Mormon grandmothers, but I'm probably not the only one who has noticed the tendency of bald, musclebound Anglo men to have Paladin Press catalogs in their back-pockets.
I feel that as much as Oprah encourages the girls to dish, it's fair play for Barbara to ask Oprah if she's a lesbian. Even though it's my strong suspicion that Oprah's relationship with Gayle King has a sexual element to it, it's really and truly none of my fucking business. I've often seen straight dames get giddy in each other's presence- it's as if something isn't absolutely 'real' until they've shared it with a very close friend. A man may well envy the closeness a woman has with her friends, even while realizing it's not something that he himself would be comfortable having with a male friend. I'm comfortable if I never know what my best friend dreads the most about social situations, or what that certain something is that could cause him to weep tears of joy.
@rebeccarose: I understand your ire about this. Yet I'm sensing the underlying emotion of most who are poking jibes at Nicole is the feeling she's pretty enough to not be goaded into risking her face further, regardless of the Hollywood payout. Nicole's already lost a great deal of her facial mobility- and the ability to easily express emotions facially. I think the barbs are really just the tip of the pity iceberg beginning to form.
Nicole's still a good-looking dame- I'm totally picking her up on BONAR. Nonetheless, I'll agree that she needs to ease back on the plastic surgery throttle before she guns past Joan Van Ark.
Seldom does unrequited narcissism take on such dangerous lineaments.
Be afraid. Be very afraid. Your head could just as easily be sewn atop the manskin his deeply wounded psyche adorns itself when it does the Buffalo Bill tucked peepee dance.