I’m not much of a religious man, but if surprise machinations of providence made it to where I wasn’t compelled to go to Oklahoma suddenly, I’d believe it was #Godsplan too.
District judge who was JP first who had what appears to be a mediocre law career before. She doesn’t have any more assets than any other middle class schlub.
So I saw in one post the shooter was a district judge. But later clarified shooter’s ex is a judge. The ex is the judge correct? Ann Marie Carruth, not Kyle?
I’ve always said that. Waco has always been notably off its rocker. Every time I learn some new embarrassment about Texas history, the word Waco is in the article.
I’m on a family vacation in Colorado with my family, wife’s sisters family and mother in law.
A pine marten (sort of like a ferret) comes up on the porch. We are all oohing and watching it run around. Kids are all jostling to see it. Stays around for 5 minutes. Everyone thinks it is cool.
I crack open the door for about 1 second to toss out some apple slices for him. Immediate reaction from wife, MIL and SIL of “what!? Don’t do that! He might get in! He’s dangerous! Stop! What are you doing! He could attack us! Why did you do that!?” It goes on and on about how terrible feeding him was. Safety conscious water torture unending for an imagined set of ridiculous potential outcomes.
I crack. “Jesus Christ. It’s fine. Nothing happened. I was right there with my hand on the door. Nothing is getting in.” I was louder than I usually let myself be. Now everyone is mad at me for raising my voice. Wife is pissed. I’m supposed to apologize. No one feels any responsibility for the 5 minutes of berating for a non-event as the instigating factor.