Archive for 13 October 2011

Quote of the Day

Richard Dreyfuss delivered the keynote address for the Oklahoma Outreach Foundation, where he offered up a some of the standard Sobriety Woo, but ended his speech with this grand heresy, which I dedicate to the new incarnation of JD:

Expressing a desire that his keynote would make the audience think, Dreyfuss encouraged recent graduates of Mission Academy to reach beyond sobriety.

“Remember, sobriety is a fabulous goal, but is it better to be a sober wife beater than a man who drinks occasionally and loves his family?” he said. “You have (graduated from) a sober high school, I commend you. I truly commend you. But as you grow up, you’ll find that what also counts is good acts and moral behavior and being kind and patient and being a loving parent and husband.”

Alcohol-induced Sex Abuse?

I guess I just never got drunk enough to molest a kid.

Man gets jail for alcohol-induced sex abuse

PROVO — According to his lawyer, Jason Ririe Smith’s legal troubles all came from a bottle.

“What I have here is a man who is destroying his life with alcohol,” attorney Robert Miner said during a sentencing hearing Thursday.

Miner described the Springville man’s troubles with booze while pleading with the court for a light jail sentence. Smith, 42, was arrested in April for sexually abusing a teenage girl who was visiting his home. According to a police affidavit, Smith initially denied the abuse but acknowledged that he had been drinking. The affidavit states that he eventually admitted to touching the girl.

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Miner acknowledged during Thursday’s hearing that the deal was an unusually lenient one, but said that he believed there were reasons it had been offered to Smith. Miner said that the victim was not suffering extreme emotional distress as a result of the abuse. Smith also was working very hard to curb his alcohol problems.

“I don’t know that there’s a day he doesn’t go to AA,” Miner said, referring to the Alcoholics Anonymous program.

Related:

AA’s “Too Young?” pamphlet.

 

Cannibal

Greene, 51, was shot four times by Woodry with a .25-caliber revolver. She then dismembered his body, wrapped his torso in a blanket and stored that in a closet in his home. She took his legs back to her apartment, where she cut hunks of flesh from his legs. Investigators found bite-sized chunks of human flesh prepared in a stew on the stove at Woodry’s home.

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Woodry’s release will be closely supervised under a 12-point plan that will include continuing her twice-monthly injections of a drug to control symptoms of her schizophrenia, and three meetings a week with her case manager. Conditions for her release also include holding a job, attending Alcoholics Anonymous meetings, and writing daily diary cards and a journal for review by a social worker. Romantic relationships, should any develop, will also be subjected to close monitoring.

Read the whole thing…

More here and here.

 

No Matter Where You Go, There You Are

Earlier today, I was returning home the back way, a seldom-traveled, narrow, lightly-populated road. I came around a curve and saw a tractor mower laying on its top, with the top half of a person visible. I stopped and ran over, and discovered the person was conscious, but pinned beneath the tractor. I was able to lift it off him long enough for him to pull himself out. I checked him for injuries, and other than being banged up and out of breath from his struggle to free himself, he was not too much the worse for wear.

He told me he had been pinned for what he thought was ten or fifteen minutes, and had been screaming for his partner who was working on another part of the property. The partner was operating a weed blower, and thus was unable to hear the shouts for help. I drove over and got him, told him what had happened, and we both returned to the man who had been pinned. Three of us were barely able to lift the tractor, but we did manage to right it.

The pinned man was understandably grateful for my assistance, and was beside himself thanking me for finding and helping him. His partner, who I did not recognize, was also quick to offer his thanks. Shaking my hand, he then asked, “Hey, aren’t you Mike B. from the AA meetings? I only attended a few times, but I sure remember you.”