Sunday, September 30, 2007
The court in its discretion may exclude evidence if its probative value is substantially outweighed by the probability that its admission will (a) necessitate undue consumption of time or (b) create substantial danger of undue prejudice, of confusing the issues, or of misleading the jury.
In Fresno, diocese officials say they conducted several interviews of Hicks and others, and had the claim reviewed by a diocese sex-abuse board. Afterwards, the diocese found there "was absolutely no factual or credible basis whatsoever" to Hicks' story, according to a statement by the Rev. Jesse Avila.
One day, when Hicks was 12, he went to confession with other students. He confessed to peeking at his father's Playboy, he says, and told Father Tod Brown.
Afterwards, Brown asked Hicks to come with him. Hicks followed Brown into a side room in the church, where he says Brown abused him.
"After that, I blank. It goes dark," Hicks says.
Hicks' recollection of the two other times he says he was abused is less clear. All he remembers of the second incident is walking with Brown past the church rectory, spotting another priest and hoping the priest would save him. But the priest walked by. Hicks can't recall what happened next, but believes Brown assaulted him.
"I feel the same fear, the same panic when I think of that time, just like I had during the first time it happened," he explains.
The third time, Hicks says he was in a car driven by a man – not Brown – to an office off church grounds. There, he says he was abused by the man and Brown, who he says arrived later. He doesn't recall anything else.
"The mind can do that, you know – block things," he says quietly. "I can still do it."
Thursday, September 27, 2007
WHY MEN DON'T WRITE ADVICE COLUMNS
Sincerely, Mrs. Sheila Lusk
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Now, if I could just get the courage to post a "before" picture . . .
And is there a patron saint of weight loss and/or fitness? I'd nominate St. Catherine of Bologna, but I think delicatessens have claimed her already.
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Monday, September 24, 2007
Thursday, September 20, 2007
Monday, September 17, 2007
"The more ideologically Democratic the voters are (self-identified liberals), the more abortions they have. The more ideologically Republican the voters are (self-identified conservatives), the fewer abortions they have."
Sunday, September 16, 2007
In addition to Samoan food (I passed on the taro root), there was also Samoan and Polynesian dance, like this fine fellow:
Or this one . . . um, not a Samoan, but our own devoted pastor, Fr. John Moneypenny, who graciously donned the lavalava skirt given to him by the Samoans and attempted to hula (he would be the first to admit, at 6'4" and all angles, dancing is not his forte)!
This just isn't something that they teach you in the seminary! Our pastor is always the target of jokes by the parishioners that he takes with extreme good humor.
Saturday, September 15, 2007
Oh, we need some levity in the world, and whenever I need a lift, this YouTube clip never fails to amuse me. If you are wondering where is Danny, check out the trombone player - in one shot he is grinning and it's simply pure Elfman.
And for those who wonder, "What in Hades is wrong with that woman and what is she posting?!" - I spent many a good time at Oingo Boingo concerts in the '80's and '90's, dancing like a mad fool.
Thursday, September 13, 2007
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Milwaukee Man Sues Makers of Brut After Cologne Ignites on Camping Trip
"Our view is there is no warning that after you apply it, you remain flammable for some period of time," Hanrahan [the plaintiff's lawyer] told the newspaper. "You aren't thinking, 'I'm still flammable.'"
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
God willing, I will be an old woman someday. I will have trouble remembering where I have placed my keys and forget to send a friend a birthday card. I will, however, retain memories of my past with razor sharpness. My First Communion. The high school play. Giving birth to my children.
September 11th, 2001 will always remain such a memory as well.
Sunday, September 09, 2007
The couples – 15 previously married through civil ceremonies and seven who were never married – sat at the ends of the front pews and exchanged vows, rings and kisses simultaneously. Such mass weddings are common in Mexico.Their entourages crammed the pews. Friends jammed photo equipment, paparazzi-like, into the faces of the brides and grooms. In all, more than 600 people packed the church, spilling into the aisles and craning their necks to see the couples.“We planned for this day, and we wanted to help for more weddings like this in the future,” said Lucia Guzman Reyes, 28, one of the brides.She and her husband, Sergio Reyes, with whom she has four children, said they wanted to get married in the church as a sacrament. Thirty of their friends and family members attended the ceremony.
Saturday, September 08, 2007
Thursday, September 06, 2007
CUSTER'S LAST LETTER.
BY PETER KRINKE
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June 24, 1876
My dear Elizabeth,
Forgive my tardiness in responding to your last letter. Tomorrow we shall engage the Indian hordes and I'm busy with the preparations for battle. I must tell you, dear, that though I'm loath to underestimate our task, I doubt very seriously that we'll suffer any casualties at all.
I mean, let's be honest: they're Indians.
So confident am I of victory that yesterday I canceled my eye appointment with the army physician to receive new spectacles. And though it is difficult for me to read a map, navigate a battlefield, or respond coherently to any visual sensory stimuli, I am still 100 percent sure of our inevitable victory.
It's true, a lot of my men are underfed. They're in poor physical condition. Many of them can't walk without crutches. But you know who doesn't know that? The Indians. So that's one more for our side.
My soldiers, ever-reluctant to test their mettle in battle, keep asking for intelligence. "How many Indians are we facing?" they ask. "With what are they armed?" I say, "Who gives a crap?" It's true we don't have the best weapons available to us, but most of my men can load and fire their rifles 10 to 12 times a minute. You've gotta like those numbers. And, if the Indians get too close, my soldiers can use their bayonets. They are like sharp knives on the ends of the rifles (very sharp!).
To be honest, I've been spending the majority of my time attempting to compose a rousing hymn to lead us into battle but am finding it exceedingly difficult to rhyme anything with "Indian." The closest I've come is "Shmindian." Please let me know if you have any ideas on this subject.
Let me put your mind at ease, darling. Even if my entire army were drunk and dressed in the provocative costumes of loose women, even if the Indians were reinforced by the gods and monsters of their queer and obviously made-up religion, even if their perverse dreams—suddenly, miraculously, brought to life—led them into battle, I still believe we would suffer only minimal casualties.
The creator of God Almighty could not lead the Indians to victory tomorrow. Even the creator of the creator of God Almighty could not even expect anything approaching 50-50 odds.
I AM CUSTER! SON OF A BITCH! I AM CUSTER!
Also, how is your lumbago?
Wednesday, September 05, 2007
Tuesday, September 04, 2007
Monday, September 03, 2007
Saturday, September 01, 2007
Sorry, Fr. John, I can't pop for a new HVAC system for St. Joseph's. I had this wonderful fantasy that not only would I buy one, I would insist that during the typical August heat waves of Southern California a Mass be said for my personal intentions during which the AC would be cranked so high that parishioners would have to attend wearing parkas . . .