Here is a fun story about Sheila “Hey Kool-Aid” Lockhart. A racehorse owner and serenity hornet in the UK:
How top racing figure rammed her friend’s car in fury over gossip
As the owner of a renowned racehorse named Go Ballistic, Sheila Lockhart might be expected to have an explosive temper.
So after she rammed her Audi into a Mercedes owned by jockey Warren Marston – sending it smashing through his front door as he slept, and prompting him to jump naked from his bed to shout abuse at her down the stairs – it would be easy to assume the worst.
The police certainly did, and matters escalated when they breathalysed Alcoholics Anonymous member Mrs Lockhart, 63, and found her over the drink drive limit.
The details of the events which preceded this little accident are in the linked story, but real entertainment is in Mrs Lockhart’s explanation of the events. Continue reading Hey, Kool-Aid!!!
The steps seem to be working for racecar driver Al Unser Jr. Sure, he got popped for a third drunk driving charge a few weeks ago – but this time he didn’t beat up his girlfriend or flee from the scene of an accident. I’d call that progress, and so does he:
Unser Making Progress After Relapse
“You know, considering the circumstances I’m under, things are going a lot better, but it’s still one day at a time,” he said. “So I’m back on my program and that sort of thing and we’re going to do the best we can and get over this speedbump that’s in my life.”
Nice work, Al!
Is The Alcohol Message All Wrong?
And if you want examples of bizarre beliefs and weird customs, you need look no further than our attitude to drinking and our drinking habits. Pick up any newspaper and you will read that we are a nation of loutish binge-drinkers – that we drink too much, too young, too fast – and that it makes us violent, promiscuous, anti-social and generally obnoxious.
Clearly, we Brits do have a bit of a problem with alcohol, but why?
The problem is that we Brits believe that alcohol has magical powers – that it causes us to shed our inhibitions and become aggressive, promiscuous, disorderly and even violent.
But we are wrong.
In high doses, alcohol impairs our reaction times, muscle control, co-ordination, short-term memory, perceptual field, cognitive abilities and ability to speak clearly. But it does not cause us selectively to break specific social rules. It does not cause us to say, “Oi, what you lookin’ at?” and start punching each other. Nor does it cause us to say, “Hey babe, fancy a shag?” and start groping each other.
The effects of alcohol on behaviour are determined by cultural rules and norms, not by the chemical actions of ethanol.
Read the whole thing…
“I planned a good laugh in Nov about ST referring people to the non-AA forum I help out with, but doing it this early was a decision I was not involved in, and I take offense with those who took it on themselves to violate my privacy to this degree. That’s not something you or I or I believe most people would do.”
- JD (also Mondotuna, Jerry, Cabledude, Mr Guestperson, farquar the quail); in a response to us outing him as a double secret agent.
There’s a coming apocalypse over at LifeRing, at least according to our favorite cyber lunatic, JD – who channelled his inner Harold Camping and informed us that something big was happening there this November. He was really disappointed that we prevented him from being able to laugh about it all from the inside, but I’m sure he was able to supplant what we took from him with other things that give him the jollies. You know…taking candy from babies and pulling the legs off of frogs and such.
Still, we’re left to wonder exactly when this will happen. And what exactly will be the cause of their demise? Will it be a natural occurrence, or will Mondotuna himself help to bring them down? I have no idea. I’ve got two balls, and neither one of them are crystal. I’ll leave the predicting up to our soothsaying cyber stalker, and the guesses up to you people. Let’s have a contest!
On what date will the LifeRing rapture happen, and how?
The one who predicts closest will win my undying admiration, and get to pick my next set of lottery numbers.
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.”
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.
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.
AA’s “Too Young?” pamphlet.
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.”