Columnist: If James Holmes Was a Muslim, The Shooting Might Not Have Happened

Hamilton Nolan · 07/23/12 11:30AM

By contrasting the ease with which Aurora shooter James Holmes ordered guns and ammunition online with the rapid FBI response when a Muslim would-be terrorist in Aurora sent a single suspicious email a few years ago, Denver Post columnist Chuck Murphy states the obvious in his column today: this mass shooting might have turned out very differently if James Holmes had been named Ibrahim or Mohammed.

Artist Asks for Help Funding His 'Insect Eradicating' Shotgun

Neetzan Zimmerman · 07/23/12 10:35AM

Santa Monica-based artist Lorenzo Maggiore is seeking $15,000 from generous donors to help cover the mass production costs of his latest invention: A shotgun-themed "insect eradication device" that offers a "chemical free alternative for eradicating pesky insects."

Motivation Is Easy

Hamilton Nolan · 07/23/12 09:00AM

When I'm out on the "lecture circuit" (out back of the 7-11), I'm always hearing you sad sack types whining about why you just can't get in shape. "I don't know how to get motivated," you sad sack types whine. "I don't have the motivation," you continue. It makes me so sick I just want to vomit out the 36-ounce Red Bull I just drank—for motivation!

It Could Be Worse — You Could Have a 160 Lb. Scrotum

Rich Juzwiak · 07/23/12 08:35AM

Wesley and his giant ball sac (160 lbs., 6 feet in circumference), which he likens to a "very, very juicy Thanksgiving turkey" were featured on last night's episode of TLC's Strange Sex. This segment bummed me the fuck out. See how far you can make it through the segment above, in which the origin and then consequences of Wesley's condition are laid out. (He waddles everywhere with a sweatshirt holding his humongous bits...er, bit, in place.) When his home healthcare worker, Passion (that is her name for real), describes how "the balls have grown over the penis," I despair.

24-Hour-a-Day Ad Agency to Open in New Circle of Hell

Hamilton Nolan · 07/23/12 08:25AM

Sure, the thousands of truly creative people who, through vicious twists of fate and circumstance, find themselves working at ad agencies, where their creative impulses are channeled into Skittles and Old Spice and H&R Block and other equally vacuous enterprises, are suffering an awful and soul-deadening fate. But couldn't it be more soul-deadening? How about if we made them do this stuff all night?