Try it sometime - having it all, that is. And as my own mom used to say, "Never compare your insides to someone else's outside." Sometimes those of us who looked like we had it all smoothly rolling along are the biggest messes on the inside - or, alternately, are allowed to doubt and second-guess our choices just like anyone else.
But what you did say was that it takes "FOUR witnesses" of IMPECCABLE character, or to be fucking in the town square... as if that absolves the punishment in the first place. It certainly implied that you endorse the fairness of the law.
But frankly, going on to state that the Qur'an and Sharia prescribes flogging rather than death seems to be a judgment call based upon your interpretation of sharia - which is a sticky wicket because obviously others disagree with that interpretation and feel stronger punishment is in order. For you to state that you know the correct interpretation of sharia is a bit presumptuous at best when it is in direct conflict of how many Islam scholars interpret the law.
This is what you need to know about me; any interpretation is fine, what you choose to believe and practice is your choice. In this case, that appears to be that your god believes a person is subject to corporal punishment in one fashion or another for adultery. I do not follow Islam for a host of reasons, chief among them the same reasons I am not a Christian, but that doesn't mean I begrudge anyone else's beliefs. But just as you may judge me or my religion (Goddess worship/ neo-Pagan, for what it's worth and so you may fairly judge) for practices with with you disagree, I also judge yours. Not condemn, necessarily, but form a strong opinion.
In this case, just as mohamedvz2001 feels that stoning is a just and equitable form of punishment, and you feel that the Qur'an has laid out several "outs" for adultery... the devil is in the details. ie. somewhere in between.
As for adultery, you need FOUR witnesses to the sexual act itself. Four witnesses of IMPECCABLE reputation and character, and if one spouse swears innocence while the other spouse swears they're guilty, the marriage is dissolved and no one is punished.
Basically, unless two people are fucking in the town square or one of them admits to it, you can't prove adultery. You just get a divorce and go about your life.
Right, but if you did drop your knickers and confess, you clearly deserve to die. Perfectly reasonable.
You may find that stoning is barbaric, I don't specifically think so
You don't? As in, you find it to be a relatively fair, just, thoughtful method of death for adultery? (I am avoiding the argument over whether adultery merits death, that is none of my concern, thank the pagan gods I worship.)
Don't care what anyone says, you want to see the "hunter-gatherer" instinct in action? Stop in front of some random thing and appear to be really checking it out. As you're making a detailed comparison of bread crumbs, note how many women will stop RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU and stare at those same things, then move along, empty-handed.
She's checking to make sure you haven't found any better berries or nuts, guaranteed.
Sounds like it might get dangerous if it's all hunter-manly-macho instead.
If you can afford it, a Kindle is a GREAT gift for a mom or dad who reads. They'll be all "but I love the feel of real books, the smell..." then they'll find the font adjustment, get their wifi set up, and you will reap the benefits for years. Seriously - they share books like a mofo, and buy the stuff some cheaper generations (I'm 41) won't touch.
Agreed. But crap, I practically screamed INTERVENTION. Fashion or drugs, you choose.
And it's all coming full circle, because now I want another pair of these. Yes, I had a pair of those exact mocs back in the day.
Well, similar, anyway.
I was the shit, let me tell you. :: facepalm::
I was the shit, let me tell you. :: facepalm::
Yeah. I wore this. A lot. With these...
I'm with you. I've never understood the "walk of shame" concept. As an old, let me tell you, y'all missed the boat if you weren't 19 in '89.
So the real reason is that... it could be disappointing? Could focus one's attention on getting laid rather than studying? Um. So, it's like every other potential relationship, ever, you're saying?
Assuming young women are capable of having a cup of coffee and deciding if they actually like the guy they're crushing on before falling into the sack (unless that's really all they want out of it, which is cool too), then what's the harm?
Generally, I'd suspect that most professors who indulge have done so time and time again, and probably had your ass picked out at the beginning of the term as a bang-able, so the squick factor is there for me, but honestly, are we going to act like these young women are dewy, doe-eyed neophytes in the ways of the world and need to be protected from their fluttery hearts?
I'm torn, because my daughter is a freshman in college this year, and I know the reality of the situation (some girls really can be easily taken advantage of), but by and large, I'd rather give them the fucking benefit of the doubt and let them handle their personal lives as they see fit, really. Whether that's with an 18 yo or a 38 yo.
Assuming young women are capable of having a cup of coffee and deciding if they actually like the guy they're crushing on before falling into the sack (unless that's really all they want out of it, which is cool too), then what's the harm?
Generally, I'd suspect that most professors who indulge have done so time and time again, and probably had your ass picked out at the beginning of the term as a bang-able, so the squick factor is there for me, but honestly, are we going to act like these young women are dewy, doe-eyed neophytes in the ways of the world and need to be protected from their fluttery hearts?
I'm torn, because my daughter is a freshman in college this year, and I know the reality of the situation (some girls really can be easily taken advantage of), but by and large, I'd rather give them the fucking benefit of the doubt and let them handle their personal lives as they see fit, really. Whether that's with an 18 yo or a 38 yo.
It's in Gaylordsville, which used to be a separate town, but is now kind of an "area of" New Milford. Apparently, it's sometimes referred to as the "Old Gaylordsville Cemetary" or just Gaylordsville Cemetary - and is on Church/Gaylordsville Road, not far from the Historical Society - so that'd be my first stop. This google search will show the circle beautifully on the satellite version of google maps: Gaylordsville Cemetery, Gaylordsville, CT.
And, the scary one. My husband and I lived in a rental house in a little town in upstate NY, and that house had the most lovely light and energy when you walked in the front door. Actually, let me correct that, the house was divided into two apartments, so when you walked in the front door, you walked into a tiny vestibule with a door in front of you going to the upstairs apartment, a door on the left which went into our bedroom, and a door on the right into our living room and kitchen - all one big, bright, cheerful room. You just smiled when you walked in there.
The basement was another story. I mean, of course, right? But that's where the clothes dryer was, and as a then young mother to a 3 and 4yo, I did a lot - I mean a LOT - of laundry, so I was down there often. But at some point, I just couldn't go down there anymore. Our washing machine was upstairs, we had a canopy bed, and those two things are only related because I started hanging clothes to dry on the damned bed rather than go downstairs. Nothing ever happened, it was just scary. So...
I'd just gotten out of the shower, put the kids to bed, and my husband and I were sitting on the couch about to watch TV. All of a sudden every window and door in the house started banging, as if someone were on the other side pulling at a locked door. It only lasted for about a minute, and in writing it doesn't sound all that scary - but as the poster with the terrifically scary farmhouse story stated when the same happened to her, it was like the end of the world. I mean truly terrifying. There was nothing of note weather-wise, no earthquakes. Just some terrible memory so awful that even the house shook with fear.
It never happened again.. but we didn't stay long either.
OK, and one kind of cool thing. When my husband was younger he was mildly psychic - his Grandma would've said he had "the Sight." So my mom was into genealogy and asked us, as we were in NY, she was in TX, to go take pictures of the gravestone to my g-g-g-g-grandfather Burr, in Schenectady, NY. The drive took longer than we anticipated, and we got there as we were "burning daylight" so we split up - I took the front of the cemetery, my husband took the back. I'd no sooner turned the corner of the first row when my husband was walking toward me with a weird look on his face. He walked directly to a gravestone (the name was in the front, out of his line of sight) and stopped. Sure enough, Burr. Later, when pressed, he stated he "saw" an image of a man with a droopy handlebar type mustache and knew where the grave would be.
The basement was another story. I mean, of course, right? But that's where the clothes dryer was, and as a then young mother to a 3 and 4yo, I did a lot - I mean a LOT - of laundry, so I was down there often. But at some point, I just couldn't go down there anymore. Our washing machine was upstairs, we had a canopy bed, and those two things are only related because I started hanging clothes to dry on the damned bed rather than go downstairs. Nothing ever happened, it was just scary. So...
I'd just gotten out of the shower, put the kids to bed, and my husband and I were sitting on the couch about to watch TV. All of a sudden every window and door in the house started banging, as if someone were on the other side pulling at a locked door. It only lasted for about a minute, and in writing it doesn't sound all that scary - but as the poster with the terrifically scary farmhouse story stated when the same happened to her, it was like the end of the world. I mean truly terrifying. There was nothing of note weather-wise, no earthquakes. Just some terrible memory so awful that even the house shook with fear.
It never happened again.. but we didn't stay long either.
OK, and one kind of cool thing. When my husband was younger he was mildly psychic - his Grandma would've said he had "the Sight." So my mom was into genealogy and asked us, as we were in NY, she was in TX, to go take pictures of the gravestone to my g-g-g-g-grandfather Burr, in Schenectady, NY. The drive took longer than we anticipated, and we got there as we were "burning daylight" so we split up - I took the front of the cemetery, my husband took the back. I'd no sooner turned the corner of the first row when my husband was walking toward me with a weird look on his face. He walked directly to a gravestone (the name was in the front, out of his line of sight) and stopped. Sure enough, Burr. Later, when pressed, he stated he "saw" an image of a man with a droopy handlebar type mustache and knew where the grave would be.
That's a cemetery in the Gaylordsville area of New Milford, CT. I lived there during my teen years, and as teens are wont to do, a few of us decided to go spook ourselves out a bit. I was with my boyfriend, Teddy, and his best friend Frank. I've recently friended Teddy on FB just to get his version of the story, which turned out to be exactly as I'd remembered it, except he remembered frank's girlfriend being there, and I didn't remember her at all. (Typical self-absorbed labeled.)
We parked to the side of the cemetery, on a crisp, perfect fall night. Of course we were all jittery anyway, but Teddy was the first to put his foot over a small chain fence you can see in that photo. The moment his foot touched the ground, there was a brilliant flash of pure white light. It wasn't lightning, it wasn't coming "from" anywhere - it was just everywhere, and perfectly silent.
Teddy took off running toward the car, Frank (who was a tall, burly guy) who'd been standing next to me just hit the deck flat on his stomach, and I screamed, rooted to the spot. There's simply no explanation for it.
Now, some interesting stuff I've found since then - this website is where that picture comes from (there's also a picture of the circle): [www.wendigoentertainment.com] and it details what a weird place it is - I mean seriously weird. Not only is there a circle of trees in the back of the cemetery with two pieces of stone in there, but I'll let the author describe it to you:
The strange thing is that as the path spirals up towards the circle, the graves face towards the path on both sides. It took me a few
hours to find the pattern of stones because at first it seemed like they were just facing in all different directions with no pattern. As you walk up
this spiral path toward the top of the hill, the old stones face you on both sides, finally as you reach the circle of very old cedar trees at the top
you notice that there are thirteen groups of trees. The main entrance to the circle is facing towards perfect north. Because of the circle of trees,
there is no wind inside, which in it is kind of spooky because it could be twenty degrees outside and warm inside.
So, not seriously scary, but weird, and WTH is that spiral placement about, anyway? I mean, has anyone ever seen anything like that?
We parked to the side of the cemetery, on a crisp, perfect fall night. Of course we were all jittery anyway, but Teddy was the first to put his foot over a small chain fence you can see in that photo. The moment his foot touched the ground, there was a brilliant flash of pure white light. It wasn't lightning, it wasn't coming "from" anywhere - it was just everywhere, and perfectly silent.
Teddy took off running toward the car, Frank (who was a tall, burly guy) who'd been standing next to me just hit the deck flat on his stomach, and I screamed, rooted to the spot. There's simply no explanation for it.
Now, some interesting stuff I've found since then - this website is where that picture comes from (there's also a picture of the circle): [www.wendigoentertainment.com] and it details what a weird place it is - I mean seriously weird. Not only is there a circle of trees in the back of the cemetery with two pieces of stone in there, but I'll let the author describe it to you:
The strange thing is that as the path spirals up towards the circle, the graves face towards the path on both sides. It took me a few
hours to find the pattern of stones because at first it seemed like they were just facing in all different directions with no pattern. As you walk up
this spiral path toward the top of the hill, the old stones face you on both sides, finally as you reach the circle of very old cedar trees at the top
you notice that there are thirteen groups of trees. The main entrance to the circle is facing towards perfect north. Because of the circle of trees,
there is no wind inside, which in it is kind of spooky because it could be twenty degrees outside and warm inside.
So, not seriously scary, but weird, and WTH is that spiral placement about, anyway? I mean, has anyone ever seen anything like that?
I think the rest of the Gawker staff need to watch out for the Lifehacker guys. Shit's getting weird over there. Case in point: [lifehacker.com] #Groupthink
Christ, on first glance it seemed pretty logical to ban poo-flingers. It's like the cowsuit woman.. you can't fight that.
Then the haze lifted ever-so slightly.
Then the haze lifted ever-so slightly.
What, this was not the "change" you envisioned? /bitter
Completely agree - she and Bill both have that particular type of political charisma that gets shit done. Obama has charisma, don't get me wrong, but it's more like garden-variety version.
