Goodnight fate and goodnight state.
Goodnight nags and goodnight flags.
Goodnight union powers and goodnight early hours.
People tend to hyperbolize around death. Eulogists say that whomever died was the best, or the nicest, or the smartest, or the what-have-you-est person they ever met. And we all know that that's usually a nice lie. Because when a person dies, we don't publicly talk about their flaws and we ramp up their good qualities. We put on our rose-colored glasses. We think it's polite.
Well, everything I say in this post is true. I'm not hyperbolizing.
Drew Keriakedes (better known to most people by his circus/vaudeville nickname of "Shmootzi the Clod") and Joseph Albanese (aka "Meshuguna Joe" or "Dexter Mantooth," which he earned because he made his wisdom teeth into a necklace) were sweet, sweet men. Some of the sweetest guys I've ever met—no hyperbole. As Joe's separated wife Kelly Albanese said to me: "Sometimes he was Joe Albanese, sometimes he was Meshuguna Joe, sometimes he was Dexter Mantooth—but what he always was was good to me."
Drew and Joe were weird and witty guys who could mock the hide off a goat, but as sweet as fresh honeycomb. They were, by all reports, always kind to animals, children, and old people. And they were both extraordinarily talented. (Some Stranger notices about them over the years are here and here and here and here.) I never understood why Seattle didn't give them more attention. And I can, in a macabre way, imagine them on the other side of the veil, cackling about how much attention they're suddenly getting that they should've gotten years ago.
"The only, only real tragedy of his life was that more people didn't get to hear his music," Sari Breznau of Circus Contraption and Orkestar Zirkonium (which played in the middle of the street in front of Drew's house at their wake) said about Drew's songwriting. I entirely agree. To hear Drew's sweet, ragged pipes was to love him.*
You can hear Drew singing, Joe playing bass, and Sari singing backup in this circus anthem that is oddly appropriate and showcases Joe and Drew's gleefully apocalyptic sense of humor. Its chorus: "Hey, it's been good to know ya. But the time has come for us to say goodbye. Put on your mask and don your feathered boa. We'll sing and dance until the end of time!"
Yesterday afternoon, around the time that presumed mass-shooter Ian Stawicki was being rushed to Harborview with a self-inflicted gunshot wound, reporters across Seattle were busy compiling the barest outlines of his character. Today, the City Attorney's office released its limited rap sheet on Stawicki, which details his concealed weapons permits, details the six firearms—three of them 45-caliber and three of them 9 millimeter—he was known to have registered, and confirms his arrest carrying a switchblade in 2009 and another arrest for domestic violence in 2008.
It's this last report that might be the most useful for people hoping to glean some motivation or rationale behind yesterday's violence. These police reports and victim statements, filed over four years ago, illustrate in bruising colors that Stawicki was indeed mentally ill, violent, and desperately needed help, as his family has suggested.
It started on February 27, 2008, when Stawicki's then-girlfriend of three years stopped by a female friend's house after work. "The suspect had followed the victim and... was enraged that the victim had not come straight home to him," writes responding SPD Officer James Moran in his report. After the visit, the woman returned home to find that Stawicki was "in the process of destroying every single thing in the home that they both identified as belonging to [her]," Moran's report states.
When his girlfriend attempted to dial 911, Stawicki allegedly punched her in the face. "Suddenly, I was on the ground and my nose was bleeding, and Ian had my phone," she wrote in her police statement in tidy all-caps script.
He took her phone "while she was stunned," Moran's report states. A fight ensued. Stawicki reportedly refused to give up the phone and physically restrained the victim from leaving their home. Eventually, she managed to retrieve the phone, escape the house, and lock herself in her van to call for help. Stawicki, meanwhile, "armed himself with a .45-caliber handgun and left the home in a Volvo," according to the report.
When police arrived, they found the victim with puffy eyes and clutching "several paper towels covered in blood."
Hosea Wilcox, the Sea-Tac skycap featured in ads demanding "good jobs" at the airport, now has no job at all.
After 31 years serving passengers at Sea-Tac, Wilcox, along with two other veteran skycaps, Alejandro Geracio and Baltazar Pineda, lost his job when Delta Airlines switched contractors providing passenger services. The new contractor, Bags Inc., hired all the other skycaps back, except Wilcox, Geracio, and Pineda.
I guess that'll send a message to other airport workers not to make waves.
Sea-Tac's contract workers—wheelchair attendants, skycaps, ramp workers, baggage handlers, cabin cleaners, and fuel technicians—have the lowest average wages of any west coast airport, averaging only $9.70 an hour, and obviously none of the job protections afforded unionized workers. Ain't capitalism grand?
Another said: "He was the nicest guy ever."
Don was a regular at Cafe Racer. He'd often pop in just for a coffee in the morning, and usually didn't stay for too long. Most of the times I saw him in there, he didn't even take a seat. Yesterday he was in the wrong place at the wrong time. (He's the closest patron to the camera sitting at the Cafe Racer bar in the surveillance video screen-captures plastered across the front page of the Seattle Times.)
The morning after the day of the shootings it's calm on NE 59th Street, where Don lived with his wife, Glenna, their house little more than a football field’s length from the front windows of the café. If not for the television news vans and the dogs barking at them through the windows of houses, you'd not know anything was amiss today—that is, until you reached the end of the block and the storefront of the cafe, where a huge memorial of flowers and notes and candles lies at the doorstep. On the paper covering the window from the inside, someone has written, "God Bless Drew, Joe, Kim, Len, and Don." Elsewhere: "Please be kind to your neighbors."
It's still unclear, but it's highly likely that Don knew his killer, even if he didn't know it was coming. All the regulars and employees knew each other on a first-name basis. "We all knew [the shooter]. We've all kicked him out," one bartender from the cafe told me last night. "He had anger issues..."
This morning, I take my nephew Eamon for a walk around the block (my brother and sister-in-law, and their kids, live three doors down the street from Don's house), and a neighbor from further down the street recognizes my nephew. I introduce myself, and she asks, "I was walking by Don and Glenna's house, and I wanted to ask, but I didn't see them home, if Don was at the cafe yesterday."
"He was," I say. "He didn't make it." And with that, she breaks into tears. Don is survived by his wife, Glenna. They have no children.
A man that police are praising as a hero saved several lives yesterday morning by throwing a stool—and then another stool—to delay a gunman who was firing at people inside Cafe Racer yesterday. Carrying two .45 semi-automatic pistols, the shooter "was trying to get everyone he could, as close as possible," said Assistant Chief Jim Pugel at a press event where Seattle police provided more details on yesterday's five-person homicide. As the customer threw stools at the gunman, other customers were given a scant few moments so they could begin "running out," Pugel says.
"In that time, two or possibly three people made their escape—he saved lives," said Pugel. "If he wants to make himself available, he will." (After the press event, Pugel said that at least four people got out.)
But other details today provide an increasingly brutal picture of what cops call "completely senseless" murders. "I have had the unfortunate opportunity to see the video of what happened at Cafe Racer," Deputy Chief Metz told reporters. "In my almost three years in this department, I have never seen anything more horrific, callous, and cold."
Pugel called it "sickening."
The suspect, who is widely believed to be 40-year-old Ian Stawicki, had walked into Cafe Racer in the Roosevelt neighborhood just before 11:00 a.m. with a "calm" demeanor and seated himself at the bar across from the barista. However, witnesses said he had been kicked out once or twice before. "He knew he wasn't supposed to be there," Pugel explained. According to video footage from the scene, Pugel said, "It appears that the barista is calmly declining him service." The man stayed seated until a customer next to him stood up.
"As the first victim stood up and started going to the door, he shot him," Pugel explained. "At that point, the suspect stands up and starts shooting, and... goes down the bar. At that time he's been hit by the stool twice. He completes his shooting and puts the guns in his pockets. Actually took a hat from one of the victims and walked out." Thought it all, another customer hid in the bathroom, calling 911 for help. Officers responded within five minutes.
Here is the man's 911 call from the bathroom:
Police still don't know how the suspect got downtown to 8th Avenue and Seneca Street, where 30 minutes later he stole a woman's car and fatally shot her. The woman was returning from paying for a parking receipt when the suspect approached her. She knocked the gun out of his hand, Pugel said, but the man recovered his handgun and shot her in the head. According to witnesses, police say, the man ran over the woman with her SUV as he left the scene.
After arriving shortly thereafter in the Delridge neighborhood in West Seattle, the suspect abandoned his car, leaving one of the guns inside, and contacted an acquaintance. "He roamed in very crowded areas for some time," Pugel continued. "The former acquaintance was not aware of what happened but said he was acting erratically, said he was talking nonsense and then acquaintance broke off contact." After hearing the news of shootings, that acquaintance called 911.
Police closed in on the suspect late in the afternoon, but before he could be apprehended, the man turned the gun on himself. He died last night at Harborview Medical Center.
Still unknown: Where the suspect lived, if he had a concealed weapons permit, or why he may have chosen Cafe Racer as his target. Police were also unable to confirm the suspect's mental health history.
Every Sunday night Cafe Racer hosts Racer Sessions, a weekly open mic, of sorts, which was always curated by different artists and musicians. And they don't plan on stopping now—this Sunday's Racer Session is still on.
They say: "Bring your instruments and be ready to play your asses off."
WASHINGTON — The world’s air has reached what scientists call a troubling new milestone for carbon dioxide, the main global warming pollutant.
Monitoring stations across the Arctic this spring are measuring more than 400 parts per million of the heat-trapping gas in the atmosphere. The number isn’t quite a surprise, because it’s been rising at an accelerating pace. Years ago, it passed the 350 ppm mark that many scientists say is the highest safe level for carbon dioxide. It now stands globally at 395.
So far, only the Arctic has reached that 400 level, but the rest of the world will follow soon.
So, other stuff happened yesterday, not the least of which being a long awaited King County Superior Court ruling declaring unconstitutional our state's voter-approved initiative requiring a two-thirds vote of legislators to increase taxes or close tax loopholes. Needless to say, serial supermajority initiative sponsor Tim Eyman was pissed, issuing a press release (or whatever it is that Eyman issues) railing against a "Seattle judge" for "contradicting various High Court rulings":
Three times the state Supreme Court has decided to leave it to the Legislature and to the people to set the rules for raising taxes. Today a King County judge decided otherwise, contradicting various High Court rulings. The Attorney General’s team made – very persuasively – the exact same legal arguments that earned a unanimous 9-0 ruling in 2009 (written by the most liberal justice Mary Fairhurst).
But this particular judge chose to ignore those same arguments and disregard that previous ruling. Is it any wonder that opponents chose to file their case before a Seattle judge? Thank goodness the Attorney General will appeal.
Uh-huh. Except (surprise!) Eyman isn't telling the truth. While the supermajority requirement was first approved by voters in 1993 with Initiative 601, and while their have been several court cases since seeking to challenge its provisions, no Washington court had ever before ruled on the underlying constitutional question: Can the minimum threshold for approving legislation be changed via legislation, or only through a constitutional amendment?
Plaintiffs had previously asked the state Supreme Cout to rule on this issue, but each time the justices punted, claiming either that the issue was not yet ripe, or that the plaintiffs lacked standing, or most recently, that the court did not have the jurisdiction to involve itself in disputes over parliamentary procedures.
So no, Judge Bruce Heller did not "disregard" or "contradict" any previous rulings, and no the Attorney General did not win the 2009 case based on "the exact same legal arguments." That's just typical Eyman bullshit. For the first time ever a Washington court has ruled that "the Constitution restricts the legislature's and the people's ability to require a supermajority for the passage of tax measures."
King explained in a statement: “I love crime, I love mysteries, and I love ghosts. That combo made Hard Case Crime the perfect venue for this book, which is one of my favorites. I also loved the paperbacks I grew up with as a kid, and for that reason, we’re going to hold off on e-publishing this one for the time being. Joyland will be coming out in paperback, and folks who want to read it will have to buy the actual book.”
Hopefully, this book will be better than King's last Hard Case Crime novel, The Colorado Kid. That one was a compelling mystery all the way through until the end, when the characters basically threw their hands in the air and said "well, I guess not every mystery has a solution." I remember the book included a pre-defensive letter by King saying he'd always wanted to write a mystery that doesn't conclude, like real life. It was a real dick move.
Greg Garcia of the Tractor Tavern just wrote to let us know that the Tractor and Conor Byrne are teaming up to put together a couple benefit shows to raise money for Cafe Racer and the families of yesterday's shooting victims.
They're inviting any bands and musicians who want to participate to contact them.
Former Democratic presidential candidate John Edwards was found not guilty Thursday on one of the six counts of campaign finance fraud against him. The jury deadlocked on the other counts, and the judge declared a mistrial...The government now must decide whether to seek a new trial on the five counts for which a verdict was not reached
And that was the last time that anyone ever heard of ol' John Edwards*.
* A man can dream, can't he?
Mayor Mike McGinn and SPD will present more information on yesterday's tragedy beginning at 2:30 p.m.:
1. How dare you ask how Mitt Romney feels about an important political issue, conservative newspaper?
Despite repeated media inquiries from a conservative-leaning newspaper, Mitt Romney remains stubbornly silent on the Paycheck Fairness Act, a bill that would bring up to date the 1970s-era Fair Pay Law.
Sounds like Romney comes from the Rob McKenna school of candidates: Any question on an unpopular issue is automatically a "gotcha" question and doesn't deserve a response.
2. Romney tried to unveil a surprise attack against President Obama on Solyndra today, making an unannounced speech at the failed solar power company that took stimulus money.
The problem is that Romney's press availability was scheduled for the exact same time that George W. Bush's portrait was unveiled at the White House. Of course the press showed up for the photo op of having two diametrically opposed presidents in the same room at the same time. The poor timing of Romney's speech sucked the air out of the Solyndra argument, and their message failed to take hold. Plus, the end of the press conference featured a question about Romney's campaign sending cronies to heckle Obama campaign manager David Axelrod's Boston appearance today with chants of "Solyndra! Solyndra!" Romney defended his hecklers, accusing Obama of sending people to heckle Romney's appearances:
Without any proof—is he talking about the Occupiers who mic-checked him back in the early days of the Republican primaries?—he sounds bitter and defensive. This is not how you roll out an attack.
His mother, Carol Stawicki, walked onto the porch and said their family is struggling and that her son was mentally ill. [His brother,] Andrew Stawicki, held his emotional mother and led her back into the home.
Andrew Stawicki attributes his brother’s mental illnesses to the years he spent serving in the military. Ian Stawicki joined the Army at the age of 17, his brother said.
A spokeswoman for the Army said today that there is no record of Stawicki having served in the active duty army.
Both Andrew Stawicki and his mother said that they desperately wanted the man to get help with his mental illnesses, but there was no way to force him into treatment.
The family members, according to Sullivan, are now dealing with funeral arrangements and the hiring of an attorney, "in case any lawsuits are filed in connection with the shooting spree."
Not trying to be overly critical here, but I wish you'd done a bit more homework for your column this week. There actually is a reputable site for straight male "companions," a.k.a. "escorts": it's called Concierge du Monde. I was listed there for almost two years, saw exclusively female clients while I was in grad school, and had an overwhelmingly positive experience. I may be the only straight man to ever see escorting clients both the day before and the day after I took the MCAT. (I did quite well.)
Needless to say, the idea that the market for male escorts is exclusively gay escorts and that all agencies or websites for straight male escorts are "sketchy" is simply wrong. There are a lot of independent, entrepreneurial, and legitimate straight male escorts out there. You just have to take the time to find them.
Straight Escorts Exhibit Knowledge
My response after the jump...
They lower their primitive weapons. They bow to the golden god. They have him sit on a special chair. They prepare a feast in his honor. But C-3PO's masters (who, like Ewoks, are mammals) are to be cooked and served as the main dish of this feast. A strange master/servant tension becomes noticeable. C-3P0 doesn't seem to mind being a god. This is not unexpected. He is the most uppity robot in the galaxy. He looks very comfortable in the special chair.
When C-3PO's masters order him to order the Ewoks not to cook them, he does as he is told. But the Ewoks do not do as they are told; nothing, it seems, can stop them from cooking and enjoying the meat of the rebels. (Another strange tension: Why do the Ewoks not follow an order from their god? Does their idea of God not envolve fear or domination?) Finally, Luke Skywalker tells C-3PO to warn his furry worshippers that, if they do not obey his command, something bad will happen. Again, the Ewoks dismiss their god. At that moment, Luke Skywalker concentrates his powers on C-3P0 and makes the sitting god rise into the air. At this point, the Ewoks are spooked and decide it's not a good idea to disobey their god. Something else will have be the main dish of the feast.
This sequence, of course, is based on an old and worn colonial narrative: the white adventurer and the black cannibals. The white adventure is about to be cooked. The savages dance and sing as the flames around their dinner grow and grow. How does the white man get out of this one? He suddenly remembers that the sun is about to be eclipsed. He angrily yells to the sky. The sun goes black. Day becomes night. The natives are seriously spooked—the white man has a juju that's far more powerful than their juju. The black savages free and worship the white man who killed their god.
With the Ewoks, this narrative is given a new twist: they too are spooked, but by actual magic. The savages in the standard colonial narrative are tricked—there is no such thing as magic; what's real, and what the white man has access to, is scientific knowledge; the Ewoks, on other hand, are not tricked at all—they witnessed and surrendered to real magic power.
Such patience—beautiful, game-winning patience:
Game two will be this Saturday at 5 pm PST.
In other hockey news: Detroit Red Wings captain, Nicklas Lindstrom, officially retired from the NHL this morning. He played 20 seasons, all with the Red Wings.
In depressing rape-related news*, this is what happens when state legislatures allow doctors to weasel out of doing their goddamn jobs, via conscience clauses:
Imagine being the victim of a sexual assault, or a parent who learns their daughter was sexually assaulted. You arrive at a hospital, looking for assistance — someone to do a physical exam, tests, collect evidence, offer emergency contraception so the rape isn't compounded by pregnancy.
Imagine being turned away.
This is what happened to a young woman who arrived at Integris Canadian Valley Hospital with her mother. There, the doctor that met with her told her that the hospital was unable to examine her or provide emergency contraception due to a lack of Sexual Assault Nurse Examiners (SANE). The specially trained nurses are rotated from hospital to hospital, and there were none at the hospital that the victim chose.
Hospital spokes-people argued that the doctor made the right call, and that SANE nurses were specially trained to collect and preserve evidence without "re-traumatizing" the victim. However, the real question is whether the doctor behaved ethically when she refused to provide emergency contraception, which is much more effective the sooner it is taken after unprotected sexual intercourse.
As the article points out, there's no sane case for a doctor refusing treatment and emergency contraception to a rape victim. And how is forcing a woman to stagger from hospital to hospital in search of a doctor or nurse who believes in doing their goddamn jobs and providing basic, judgment-free medical care (again, to RAPE VICTIMS) not "re-traumatizing"?
Sad hat tip to Cynthia.
*And yes, in case you're wondering, I am the life of every party.
This guest post is by David Meinert, a restaurant and bar owner and nightlife activist.
Yesterday the Washington State Liquor Control Board rejected the City of Seattle's petition that would have allowed the city to present a proposal for extending bar hours and address a real public safety issue—the 135 percent spike in crime that happens at 2:00 a.m.
In an almost Orwellian twist, the two board members that voted against the petition cited concern for public safety. But the city was not yet asking to change operating hours, it was asking just for the state to lay out the requirements Seattle would need to meet in order to present a proposal to change those times. Seattle would only then start work on such a proposal, deciding what and where closing times should be, researching ways to mitigate any potential public safety issues that could arise, and how such a plan would roll out. That proposal would be put together by the Seattle City Council, City Attorney, mayor, and public safety officials. It would not even be presented to the state unless all of those groups supported the final draft. Once presented, the board members could still alter or reject the request if they didn’t believe the plan adequately addressed real public safety concerns.
In essence, elected and public safety officials in Seattle simply wanted to have the conversation about what such a proposal would look like. And two unelected people in the state decided that the citizens of Seattle and our elected officials were not smart or responsible enough to even have that conversation. Of course, a conversation and a proposal in themselves present absolutely no public safety problems and would in themselves change absolutely nothing. But in the process of denying Seattle’s request, the board has determined that Seattle’s 2:00 a.m. push-out problem is not a problem worth addressing (remember this when the next assault, shooting, noise complaint, etc. happens between 1:30 and 2:30 a.m. in your neighborhood).
So why the extreme case of nanny state-ism? Why the fear mongering about a conversation and a proposal? Let’s look at who’s making the rules:
I think it was... 1987, and I was with there with my mom. But it looks like I'm going to need to drop by one soon.
Smart retailers used to market to gay couples because we were all DINKs—"double income, no kids"—and so had lots of disposable income. But while gay dads by definition aren't DINKs, of course, this ad is going to attract gay people who have kids, gay people who don't, gay people who want kids, gay people who don't, etc., both for what it says about JC Penney and for what it says about the culture. Well done, JCPenney. Suck it, haters.
As Megan Seling literally just told you one minute ago, New York City Mayor Michael Bloomberg yesterday set the internet on fire by proposing a new law:
The proposal would make it illegal for restaurants, delis, food carts, sports arenas, and movie theaters in New York City to sell sweetened drinks that exceed the size limit, or from even giving out cups bigger than 16 ounces if they offer self-serve beverages.
This is already being called a "War on Soda" or a "soda ban" by most press outlets, even though the proposed law doesn't control how much soda you drink. It only regulates the size of soda you can buy. But the cries of impending nanny statehood are deafening, and this is clearly going to be a terrible, messy fight that will transform a Super Big Gulp into a symbol of pride on Fox News. So now it's up to you, Slog...
First, in high-fructose corn syrup news:
The United States Food and Drug Administration has rejected a request from the Corn Refiners Association to change the name of high-fructose corn syrup.
The FDA says the term "sugar" can only apply to food "that is solid, dried and crystallized."
Sorry, CRA. You're just going to have to find new ways to put a positive spin on the horrifically negative reputation your product has accrued over the years.
And, in soda news: New York's Mayor Bloomberg wants to "ban the sale of large sodas and other sugary drinks at restaurants, movie theaters and street carts."
The sale of any cup or bottle of sweetened drink larger than 16 fluid ounces — about the size of a medium coffee, and smaller than a common soda bottle — would be prohibited under the first-in-the-nation plan, which could take effect as soon as next March.
The ban would not apply to anything with less than 25 calories per each eight ounce serving.
We got your RFP (request for proposals) right here.
Among the terms: proposers will get "an introduction" to the labor unions—stagehands, film technicians, etc.—but can negotiate their own situations. And that lil' ol' theater called Intiman currently occupying the space? Seattle Center says:
While not a requirement, the ideal proposal would include an opportunity for Intiman Theater to continue to produce a summer theater festival at the Playhouse.
So it's possible that Intiman (the theater) will no longer be at Intiman (the playhouse). And your total utilities bill will probably be somewhere around $40,000 a year. Proposals are due by July 13. Get to writing! I want to see some crazy ideas in this round of RFPs.
If anyone wants to take my idea of filling the main theater space with gravel and turning it into a simulated parking lot where people can play heavy-metal shows; recreate Grateful Dead parking-lot scenes; host badminton, bb gun-shooting, and beer-chugging triathlons; or do all the weird, experimental, destructive theater and dance that you can't get away with at normal theaters—you're welcome to it.
Seattle Police Department command staff and Mayor Mike McGin will brief reporters at 2:30 p.m. today with "new details" on the murders yesterday at Cafe Racer and at 8th Avenue and Seneca Street. Hopefully the city will provide a live feed from the event so you can watch along with us. Stay tuned.
On Sunday, I helped rescue a honeybee swarm (bees that have left their hive to find a new home). Earlier that day, a friend texted me a photo asking, “These aren’t honeybees, are they?” She had found a bee swarm in a tree by her house and was worried the property owner might spray them. We looked on the Puget Sound Beekeepers Association website, where we found the Swarm List, a list of people who are willing to come get bee swarms.
We found a guy who was very interested in collecting them, and we agreed to help him do it. We waited until late at night, when it was totally dark and the temperature had dropped and we knew the bees would be sleeping.
Thousands of bees were huddled in a giant ball around the queen; their weight had pulled the branch down. It happened very quickly: We put on our bee suits and set up a ladder, then our guy climbed up and held the branch while we used a pole pruner to cut the branch off with the bee ball intact. I thought the bees were going to be really mad when we started messing around, but they were calm. We even got to take a good up-close look before he put them in a plastic tub to take them safely back to their new hive.
Bees swarm for all sorts of reasons; they are devious little creatures. I hope my bees don’t decide to take off.
So if you see a honeybee swarm, now you know what to do!
As The Advocate reports:
Each billboard costs $3,000 for four weeks, and the church hopes to raise enough money via its Givimo page to add more of them and keep them up in Charlotte throughout the Democratic National Convention in September.
Thank you, San Diego's Missiongathering Church.
The jury deliberating in the criminal trial of former U.S. Senator John Edwards has reached a unanimous verdict on only one of the six counts against the North Carolina politician, the jury foreman said on Thursday.
The latest on Twitter is that the judge ordered the jury back into deliberations, continuing our most boring long national nightmare. I still can't believe the Edwards trial is at the top of national news when this war criminal is running around free, yukkin' it up at the scene of the crime.