I got nothin'

[drwex]

I try to avoid the usual schadenfreudian crowing and accusations of hypocrisy that accompany each anti-gay figure as they're exposed one at a time. But I can't resist passing this one on...

http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/2010/mar/28/aubrey-levin-charged-sexually-abusing-patient

A leading Canadian psychiatrist who kept accusations of gross human rights abuses in apartheid-era South Africa hidden has been charged in Calgary with sexually abusing a male patient and is being investigated over dozens of other allegations.

Dr Aubrey Levin, who in South Africa was known as Dr Shock for his use of electricity to "cure" gay military conscripts, was arrested after a patient secretly filmed the psychiatrist allegedly making sexual advances.

Seriously, I have nothing to add here.

(h/t to boingboing where I saw this first)

Comments

[chienne-folle.livejournal.com]

*sigh*

You probably know about it already, but when I'm in a "the world is going to hell in a handbasket" mood, I'm often sourly amused by this: http://notalwaysright.com/

[dpolicar]

(nods)

My own attitude towards this sort of thing hasn't changed significantly since Larry Craig. If I don't think about it too much, I get a pleasant little jolt of schadenfreude and moral outrage. If I think about it too much, it makes me unutterably sad.

Yes, that

[drwex]

It really is sad in so many ways. And so many AVOIDABLE ways!

Didn't someone write somewhere that was the difference between tragedy and farce?

[halleyscomet.livejournal.com]

I've just come to expect it. I'm no longer surprised when a homophobic public figure is outed. I suspect that homophobia is rooted not in religious or moral outrage, but deep seated loathing about one's own desires. For example, I'm pretty sure Erick Erickson is gay.

Yep

[drwex]

Amusing stories of peoples' general incompetence.

[fordprfct.livejournal.com]

Sites like that tend to remind me of a bit from the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. (Links thrown in for fun, but you may want to click the last one.)



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Zaphod stared at him as if he expected a cuckoo to leap out of his forehead on a small spring.
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“What are you, a messy eater or something?” said Zaphod.
“The yellow stripes are high in protein, the green ones have vitamin B and C complexes, the little pink flowers contain wheatgerm extract.”
Zaphod took and looked at it in amazement.
“What are the brown stains?” he asked.
“Bar-B-Q sauce,” said Roosta, “for when I get sick of wheatgerm.”
Zaphod sniffed it doubtfully.
Even more doubtfully, he sucked a corner. He spat it out again.
“Ugh,” he stated.
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“Why,” asked Zaphod suspiciously, “what’s in that?”
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