The Year in Unpleasantness

Just eat it, eat it, open up your mouth and feed it

2008-11-20T20:40:53Z

This day in history: November 20, 1820 – The sinking of the Essex.

The Essex, a Nantucket ship hunting sperm whales in the South Pacific, sighted a school of whales on November 20, 1820 and three boats set out in pursuit. One boat was damaged during the hunt and returned to the Essex; during repairs, the men noticed a large sperm whale, 85 feet long, swimming near the ship. The whale, perhaps agitated by the sounds of repair hammers, suddenly rammed the ship twice, breaching the hull below the water line and then vanishing from sight.

The men aboard the Essex realized the ship was doomed, so they quickly collected some supplies and boarded the hastily repaired whaleboat before the Essex capsized. The other two boats returned from the hunt, and the dismayed men (twenty in all) plotted a course of action. The masts were sawn from the ship and the hull righted, then searched for more supplies. Fear of cannibals led them to reject the idea of trying for the nearer islands, so they instead planned to sail south in the whaleboats and then east, hoping to land in Peru or Chile. They estimated the trip at 56 days, and the small amount of salvaged food and water was strictly rationed.

They left the wreck of the Essex on November 22 and made fair progress, and morale was good even though everyone was tired and hungry. On December 20 the men spotted a small island and landed, gorging themselves on fish and birds, vegetation and fresh water. By Christmas they realized they had almost depleted the island’s resources and would have to depart again. Three men elected to stay on the island, and the others shoved off on December 26, promising to send help when they could.

The already inadequate rations of food and water were halved, and the dispirited men were beginning to lose hope. On January 10, 1821, one of the men died and was thrown overboard after prayers. The next day a storm separated one of the boats from the group, and the men were too exhausted to search for each other. The lone boat continued south as best as it was able, and another crewman succumbed to hardship on January 18; he too was buried at sea. When a third died on February 8, the three remaining men assessed their nearly spent stores of food and chose to keep the body. They ate from the corpse over the next ten days before being rescued by a British vessel.

The other two whaleboats had stayed together after the storm, but supplies had dwindled and were exhausted by mid-January. On January 20 one man died of thirst and exposure, and his hungry mates cannibalized the body; three more men perished over the next week and were similarly eaten.

The boats were separated on January 28; one, with three crewmen, was never seen again. The last boat, occupied by Captain George Pollard and three others, again ran out of food on February 1. The starving men decided one would have to be slain to feed the rest and drew lots to determine who would be sacrificed. Pollard’s young cousin drew the shortest straw, and was shot, butchered, and devoured. Another man died on February 11 and was also eaten. When the boat was rescued by another whaling ship on February 23, only Captain Pollard and one other sailor were left, gnawing on bones for survival.

The men were reunited in Valparaiso, Chile and told authorities of the three crewmen stranded on the island. Though nearly dead of starvation and thirst, they were rescued on April 5. Of the twenty men who left the Essex on November 20, only eight survived – three were lost and presumed dead, two had been buried at sea, and seven had been devoured by their desperate comrades.

Many of the survivors wrote accounts of the tragedy, the most famous being First Mate Owen Chase’s Narrative of the Most Extra-Ordinary and Distressing Shipwreck of the Whaleship Essex. In later years, Chase’s son met a young whaler named Herman Melville and gave him a copy of his father’s manuscript, thus inspiring Moby Dick.

Sources: BBC, Maritime Quest, Wiki

There's a fire inside when I'm falling over, I feel the fire, I'm going home

2008-11-19T23:03:47Z

This day in history: November 19, 1984 – The Mexico City PEMEX disaster.

Petróleos Mexicanos, or PEMEX, is Mexico’s nationalized petroleum company. On November 19, 1984, the PEMEX LPG (liquefied petroleum gas) facility at San Juan Ixhuatepec, Mexico City was being filled from a local refinery when a pipe ruptured, releasing petroleum gas into the environment for several minutes. The control station noticed the drop in pressure but was unable to immediately identify the cause; as the operators worked to locate the source, the gas cloud (estimated at 60,000 cubic meters) drifted into a flare stack and ignited, exploding and starting numerous ground fires. Workers tried to flee the area and someone finally thought to initiate an emergency shutdown, but it was too late – the LPG storage tanks began to explode (registering on seismographs at the University of Mexico), some raining liquefied gas on nearby structures which then burst into flame. The terminal was totally destroyed, and more than 500 people lost their lives.

Sources: Fire and Blast Information Group, UK Health and Safety Executive

If I mistreat you girl, I sure don't mean no harm

2008-11-19T08:48:51Z

This day in history: November 18, 1978 – Jonestown.

The tragedies of this day, from the assassination of California Congressman Leo Ryan (the only Congressman in US history to be murdered in the line of duty) and the CBS journalists at the Port Kaituma airstrip, to the suicides of more than 900 men, women and children by a concoction of Flavor Aid, chloral hydrate, valium, and cyanide, are too large for a simple Livejournal entry to do them justice. So I instead offer a smaller, more intimate moment of horror from that day:

Cult leader Jim Jones had also established a Peoples Temple office in Georgetown, Guyana, 150 miles from the Jonestown site. Sharon Amos, the senior official, was with her children – Liane (21), Christa (11), and Martin (10) - on November 18 when they received a radio message from Jonestown to kill themselves. Amos shepherded her children into the bathroom, then used a kitchen knife to murder Christa and Martin. Afterward, Liane helped her mother commit suicide with the knife, then used it to end her own life.

Sources: BBC, Wiki

I got to make a decision to avoid a collision

2008-11-19T08:45:49Z

This day in history: November 17, 2002 – The coincidental deaths of Sheila Wentworth and Doris Jean Hall.

Two Jeeps approached from opposite directions on Alabama Route 25; one vehicle crossed the center line and they collided head on. Billy Joe Hall Jr. and his wife Doris Jean were killed in the wreck, and their eight-year-old granddaughter severely injured; Sheila Wentworth, the driver of the other vehicle, was also killed, though her young nephew Frankie survived.

Family members were doubly shocked to learn of the tragic accident – Sheila and Doris Jean were sisters who had set out to visit each other across town.

Sources: Snopes, New York Times

Mama's gonna make all of your nightmares come true, Mama's gonna put all of her fears into you

2008-11-19T08:44:27Z

This day in history: November 16, 1957 – Ed Gein’s private life is revealed.

Bernice Worden had disappeared.

After a day of deer hunting, her son Frank had gone to the hardware store she ran but found the doors locked. Entering with his own key he found a pool of blood, but not his mother or the cash register. The Sheriff’s Department was summoned and began to investigate, and was soon informed by hunters that a local man named Ed Gein had been seen driving the Worden truck away from the store.

Gein was well known to the town as an odd and lonely, but seemingly harmless person. He lived alone in a rambling house on a two-hundred acre farm. His father had died in 1940 and his brother Henry just four years later; Ed was left with his fanatically religious and domineering mother, whom he doted on, until she suffered a series of strokes and passed away on December 29, 1945. He was traumatized by her loss and kept mostly to himself thereafter, performing odd jobs and babysitting to get by.

The Sheriff’s men located Gein and simply asked how he had spent his day; Ed gave conflicting stories and then abruptly claimed he had been framed for Worden’s murder. Now fearing the worst, the authorities went to Ed’s property and came across an open woodshed. Shining their flashlights around they discovered Bernice Worden – she had been decapitated, sliced open, and gutted; her corpse hung upside down from the rafters of the shed, suspended by a crossbar at her ankles and ropes on her wrists.

The men called in reinforcements and they began to search the house, cataloguing the horrors inside: Worden’s heart was in a pan on the stove, a nearby bowl was fashioned from a human skull, lampshades and chair upholstery were crafted from skin. Detectives found a belt made of nipples, a box of excised vaginas, a window shade pull made of severed lips, a carton of noses. Skulls decorated Gein’s bedposts, and a vest, complete with breasts, had been made from the skin of a woman’s torso. The peeled face of Mary Hogan, a tavern owner who had disappeared three years prior, was found in a bag; the faces of several other women, dried and stuffed with newspaper, were mounted on the wall.

Gein was questioned (and physically assaulted by Sheriff Art Schley), and eventually confessed to the murders of Bernice Worden and Mary Hogan; although suspected of others he never admitted to them. The other specimens in the house came from corpses he removed from the cemetery. He would steal the bodies of women who reminded him of his mother, making decorations and clothes from their remains; on some nights he would even wear his “costume” and pretend to be a woman.

Gein was found incompetent to stand trial and sent to a mental hospital. In 1968 doctors deemed him healthy enough for trial and he was found guilty of murder, but because he had been insane at the time of the murders Gein was sentenced to remain at the hospital. He died on July 26, 1984, and was buried next to his mother.

Sheriff Schley died of a heart attack in December 1968, at age 43. Those close to him said he was so deeply affected by Gein's crimes and the stress of testifying that it led to an early death.

Sources: Deranged, Minneapolis Tribune, TruTV Crime Library, Wiki

Blood runs cold, I feel it in my bones, but you don't know your time is up

2008-11-19T08:42:19Z

This day in history: November 15, 1959 – The Clutter family is murdered in cold blood.

While in prison at the Kansas State Penitentiary, Richard Hickock was told by his cellmate of a wealthy farmer, Herb Clutter, who supposedly kept ten thousand dollars in a safe at his ranch. Hickock devised a plan to rob the farmer, leave no witnesses, then start life anew in Mexico; after parole he contacted former KSP inmate Perry Smith and they put the plan into action.

Hickock and Smith walked through the Clutter’s unlocked front door in the early morning hours of November 15, 1959, binding the family and ransacking the house. Hickock learned that his information was wrong: there was no safe or large amount of cash at the ranch. The robbers instead took forty dollars, a radio, and Herb’s binoculars, and then proceeded to the next step of the plan.

“I thought he was a very nice gentleman,” Smith later told investigators. “Soft spoken. I thought so right up to the moment I cut his throat." Smith was upset by the gurgling noises Herb made, so he went to each member of the family – father, mother, son and daughter – and executed them with shotgun blasts to the head.

Hickock and Smith fled the scene and wandered the country, getting caught in Las Vegas on December 30. Hickock claimed Smith committed all the murders; Smith said Hickock killed the women, but then took responsibility for them all. Both men were hanged on April 14, 1965 at the Kansas State Penitentiary, the birthplace of the crime.

Truman Capote’s account of the murders, In Cold Blood, is considered by many to be the first non-fiction novel.

Sources: TruTV Crime Library, Fun Trivia, Wiki

‘Cause I’m leaving on a jet plane, don’t know when I'll be back again

2008-11-19T08:40:39Z

This day in history: November 14, 1970 – They were Marshall.

Southern Airways Flight 932 was flying low on its final approach to Huntington, West Virginia's Tri-State Airport when it collided with hillside treetops one mile west of the runway. The DC-9 burst into flames from the impact and rained wreckage upon the ground; all 75 people on board were killed.

The airplane had been carrying thirty-seven members of the Marshall University football team plus eight coaches, returning from a losing game against East Carolina University. Also on board were twenty-five members of the football team booster club, including four of the city's six physicians. Twenty-six children were left orphaned from the crash.

The town mourned its dead and the Marshall University football program was nearly discontinued, but students and fans persuaded the dean to reconsider. The new coach recruited junior varsity players and athletes from other sports and led them against Morehead State on September 18, 1971; they lost 29-6.

Sources: Marshall University, Herald-Dispatch, Check-Six.com, Wiki

Someday you'll return to your valleys and farms, and you'll no longer burn to be brothers in arms

2008-11-13T22:14:02Z

This day in history: November 13, 1942 – The Sullivan brothers go down.

The Sullivan brothers – George (27), Francis (26), Joseph (24), Madison (23), and Albert (20) - were siblings from Iowa who joined the US Navy on January 3, 1942. Although the Navy had regulations barring family members from serving together, these rules were not rigidly enforced, and the Sullivans enlisted with the stipulation that they remain together. Thus, all five brothers were assigned to the cruiser USS Juneau.

The Juneau saw action at the Battle of Guadalcanal, and on November 13, 1942 the ship was struck by a torpedo and forced to withdraw. The Juneau and two other stricken vessels set out for open waters but were spotted by a Japanese submarine, which launched three torpedoes; the Juneau evaded the first two but was hit by the third torpedo in the same location that had been damaged earlier. The ship broke in half and sank within seconds. Fearing attack by the hidden submarine, the two cruisers accompanying the Juneau fled without attempting to rescue the survivors.

Francis, Joseph, and Madison Sullivan died in the torpedo explosion, but George and Albert, along with more than one hundred crewmen, survived and waited desperately for rescue. The Navy was reluctant to launch a rescue operation, fearing further attacks by Japanese submarines, so the men struggled to stay alive for eight long days, facing the elements and ocean predators. Albert drowned on November 14, while George lived a few more days before being devoured by sharks. When the Navy finally came for them, only ten men were left.

Naval security was such that news of the Juneau’s destruction was kept private. The Sullivan family had stopped receiving mail from the brothers and grew concerned, prompting Mrs. Sullivan to write to the Bureau of Naval Personnel:

The Sullivan family was officially informed of the brother’s deaths on January 12, 1943. President Roosevelt and Pope Pius XII sent letters of condolence, and both House and Senate paid tribute to their sacrifice. As a direct result of the Sullivan incident the US War Department adopted the Sole Survivor Policy, whereby families that have lost members during military service are protected from draft or combat duty.

Sources: Archives.gov, Naval Historical Center, Wikipedia

Fame! I'm gonna live forever, baby remember my name

2008-11-13T04:01:33Z

This day in history: November 12, 1966 – Robert Smith makes a name for himself.

Mesa, Arizona student Robert Smith wanted to be famous. On November 12, 1966, he left his house with a knife and revolver and walked into town. Entering a local beauty parlor he fired a shot into the ceiling, startling the five women and two little girls inside. He then forced them to lie face down in a circle, heads in the center and feet radiating outward like the spokes of a wheel, and shot each of them in the back of the head. Smith walked outside and sat down to wait for the police; upon their arrival he smiled and said, “I've just killed all the women in there.”

Four women and one girl died in the assault, and Smith was charged with five counts of murder and two counts of attempted murder, found guilty and sentenced to life imprisonment. When asked why he committed such a heinous act, he replied “I wanted to become known, to get myself a name.”

Sources: The Mammoth Book of True Crime, wackymurder.com

Look out the sky turn a hell fire red Lord, somebody's house is burnin' down down, down down

2008-11-12T07:44:35Z

This day in history: November 11, 1864 – The burning of Atlanta.

On September 2, 1864, after a four-month siege by Union troops, the mayor of Atlanta, Georgia surrendered the city to General William Sherman, who sent a telegram to President Lincoln – “Atlanta is ours, and fairly won” – and ordered the civilian population to evacuate. Believing the Civil War could be won only if the Confederacy’s morale and economic ability to conduct war were broken, Sherman planned a “March to the Sea”, a campaign of seizure and destruction of property and materials through the South.

Sherman commanded his men to burn Atlanta on November 11, although he spared the hospitals and churches after a plea from a local priest. After several days of destruction Sherman led his troops out of the ravaged city to commence pillaging and burning his way to Savannah.

“...We rode out of Atlanta by the Decatur road, filled by the marching troops and wagons of the Fourteenth Corps; and reaching the hill, just outside of the old rebel works, we naturally paused to look back upon the scenes of our past battles. We stood upon the very ground whereon was fought the bloody battle of July 22d, and could see the copse of wood where McPherson fell. Behind us lay Atlanta, smouldering and in ruins, the black smoke rising high in air, and hanging like a pall over the ruined city.”

– Memoirs of General W.T. Sherman

Sources: Sonofthesouth.net, Wiki

The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead when the skies of November turn gloomy

2008-11-11T04:41:42Z

This day in history: November 10, 1975 - The wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald.

The SS Edmund Fitzgerald was launched in 1958, and for several years was the largest vessel to sail the Great Lakes. The freighter left Wisconsin on November 9, 1975, with a cargo of low-grade iron ore, bound for Zug Island near Detroit; a violent winter storm developed over Lake Superior that same day, producing winds close to 60 mph and waves 35 feet high. On November 10 Captain McSorley of the Fitzgerald radioed to report the ship was listing in the water and had lost the use of its radar. Another freighter tried to help by sending the Fitzgerald directions to a local bay and by giving warnings of rogue waves headed in their direction; when asked how they were doing, McSorley replied “We are holding our own.” It was the last anyone heard from the Edmund Fitzgerald.

The wreck was located a few days later by the Navy and Coast Guard; all 29 crewmen had perished. The cause of the wreck was debated for many years, with some blaming poorly designed hatches which let in water that gradually filled the ship, whereas others suspected the Fitzgerald had damaged her hull while blindly seeking shelter from the storm. The Discovery Channel investigated the incident in recent years, concluding that massive swells had damaged the hatch covers, which allowed water to infiltrate the cargo hold. The accumulation of water put stress on the hull, which broke in half when struck by the next rogue wave.

The tragedy was famously commemorated by Gordon Lightfoot:

Sources: US Coast Guard, Detroit News, Wiki

They'll be fryin' up your hair in that little electric chair

2008-11-10T04:21:37Z

This day in history: November 9, 1911 – The execution of Charles Justice.

Ohio State Penitentiary’s electric chair, nicknamed Old Sparky (as are the chairs of six other states), was put into service in 1897 as a purportedly more humane method of execution than the gallows. Leather straps were used to bind the condemned inmate to the chair and ensure contact with the electrodes, but straining against the leather would often cause the prisoner’s skin to lift from the electrode, leading to severely burnt flesh as the current jumped the gap.

Inmate Charles Justice had custodial duties in the death chamber. In 1900 he thought of an improvement: replacing the leather straps on the chair with metal clamps. He designed the clamps and they were added to the chair; Justice was paroled from the prison soon after, though history does not say whether his innovation was instrumental in his release. Regardless, he returned to the Penitentiary in 1911, convicted of a robbery-murder. He was executed on November 9, held firmly in the arms of Old Sparky by the metal clamps he devised.

Sources: Newsnet5.com, Wiki

Falling down the mountain, end up kissing dirt

2008-11-09T08:19:28Z

This day in history: November 8, 2000 - Lauren Sarene Key-Marer dies.

When Sarah Key-Marer told Cameron John Brown she was pregnant with his child, he chose not to stick around. Lauren Sarene Key-Marer was born in 1996, and Sarah filed for child support the following year. Cameron demanded a paternity test to prove he was the father; it did, so the courts ordered him to pay $1000 per month. Forced to render financial aid, Cameron filed for reduced support payments, joint legal custody and visitation rights.

In March of 2000 the court denied Cameron’s request for support reduction. He immediately filed another request claiming he had 50% custody, even though he actually had Lauren for fewer than three days each month. On November 8 Cameron took his daughter to the Ranchos Palos Verdes cliffs for a hike. He called 911 later that day saying his daughter had become separated from him during their walk, and that he eventually found her dead and floating in the water 130 feet below Inspiration Point. Autopsy results showed that Lauren’s wounds were inconsistent with his story, and police charged him with throwing the little girl off the cliff to avoid paying child support. Cameron’s first trial ended with in a mistrial, and he is scheduled to be retried in 2008.

Sources: LA Times, Reuters, Cameron-Brown.blogspot.com

I'm just trying to find the bridge... has anybody seen the bridge?

2008-11-07T22:55:46Z

This day in history: November 7, 1940 – The collapse of the Tacoma-Narrows Bridge.

The Tacoma-Narrows Bridge, the third longest suspension bridge in the world at the time, linked Tacoma, Washington and the Kitsap Peninsula across a section of Puget Sound known as the Tacoma Narrows. Planners anticipated a light traffic load, so the bridge was designed to be narrow (only 39 feet wide) and relatively shallow. As a consequence it was very susceptible to movement by the winds that blew across the Sound; sections of the bridge could undulate several feet in even moderate winds, at the span soon earned the nickname “Galloping Gertie.”

Engineers came up with a plan to minimize the impact of the wind – reworking the transverse deck into a more aerodynamic shape – but it didn’t come soon enough. On November 7, 1940, the bridge’s sway became more pronounced than usual. Motorist Leonard Coatsworth recounted his experience:

Just as I drove past the towers, the bridge began to sway violently from side to side. Before I realized it, the tilt became so violent that I lost control of the car... I jammed on the brakes and got out, only to be thrown onto my face against the curb.

Around me I could hear concrete cracking. I started to get my dog Tubby, but was thrown again before I could reach the car. The car itself began to slide from side to side of the roadway.

On hands and knees most of the time, I crawled 500 yards or more to the towers... My breath was coming in gasps; my knees were raw and bleeding, my hands bruised and swollen from gripping the concrete curb... Toward the last, I risked rising to my feet and running a few yards at a time... Safely back at the toll plaza, I saw the bridge in its final collapse and saw my car plunge into the Narrows.

Although there were no human fatalities that day, one life was lost: Tubby, Leonard Coatsworth’s cocker spaniel. Two other men tried to retrieve Tubby, but he refused to leave the vehicle and bit one of the attempted rescuers. When the bridge finally collapsed, Tubby and the car plunged into Puget Sound.

The submerged remains of the bridge now function as an artificial reef, and are listed in the National Register of Historic Places. Another bridge was built and opened in 1950; it was relegated to westbound traffic when a second bridge for eastbound traffic opened in 2007. Both bridges remain perfectly (and boringly) stable.

Sources: lightandmatter.com, Wiki

Don't drink the water, baby, don't drink the water, baby

2008-11-07T01:47:27Z

This day in history: November 6, 1893 – Tchaikovsky dies.

Renowned composer Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky always drank water with his meals, so when he and his friends sat for dinner in St. Petersburg on October 20, 1893, he ordered his customary beverage. A cholera epidemic was ravaging Russia at the time, so by law all water had to be boiled prior to consumption; when informed that no sterilized water was available, Tchaikovsky ordered the staff to bring his drink unboiled, which he imbibed despite warnings from his associates.

The composer suffered a night of diarrhea and gastric distress, and was diagnosed with cholera three days later. Tchaikovsky’s health would wax and wane over the next several days, until he began to suffer from extreme cramps, chest pains, and kidney failure. His last hours were spent in a delirium and he expired on November 6, nine days after the premiere of his Sixth Symphony.

Some music historians theorize that Tchaikovsky may have deliberately committed suicide via cholera, or a poison that mirrored its effects. Tchaikovsky was a homosexual in a time and place where public knowledge could lead to disgrace, professional ruin, and imprisonment. It has been suggested that he was pressured into self-termination by a group of alumni from the St. Petersburg School of Jurisprudence for the attentions the composer paid to the nephew of a Duke; or that Tsar Alexander III offered death by poison as an alternative to social disgrace for seducing the son of an apartment caretaker; or that he chose suicide to escape the anguish he felt for his infatuation with his nephew Bob Davydov.

For this final theory, some point to an interpretation of Tchaikovsky’s Sixth Symphony as the romantic love between two men and the attacks upon them by a hostile world. Others offer a more prosaic explanation: it’s a somber melody that has nothing to do with sexuality, and the great composer simply took a gamble with a glass of water and lost.

Sources: Tchaikovsky-research.net, Wiki

Pressure pushing down on me, pressing down on you

2008-11-06T00:29:56Z

This day in history: November 5, 1983 – The Byford Dolphin diving bell accident.

The Byford Dolphin is a semi-submersible craft used by Norway for oil exploration in the North Sea. The Dolphin contains a diving bell, wherein divers can be lowered to crushing depths in relative safety. Under these conditions the air pressure inside the bell must be high to compensate for the intense water pressure working to implode it, and to keep the diver’s blood gases (mostly nitrogen) from forming bubbles rather than remaining dissolved in the blood.

When the diving bell is brought to the surface, the high air pressure inside the bell must be maintained for the diver’s safety; adjusting the body to normal (1 atmosphere) air pressure can take several days after acclimation to extreme depths. Standard procedure is for the diving bell to be clamped to a decompression chamber at the same high pressure as the bell, with the divers transferring to the chamber; the bell and chamber are then sealed off and separated. The decompression chamber then slowly and gradually reduces the air pressure so the divers can adjust to normal sea-level atmosphere.

On November 5, 1983, the diving bell returned from the deep and was clamped to the decompression chamber according to official procedure. The four divers had moved into the chamber, closed the hatch to the bell, and were closing the hatch to the chamber when, for unknown reasons, one of the two assistants outside the chamber released the clamp. As the high air pressure (9 atmospheres) inside the chamber explosively decompressed, the diving bell shot away and struck the assistants, killing the man who had opened the clamp and severely injuring the other.

Three of the four divers experienced sudden, widespread fatal hemorrhaging of the soft tissues as dissolved gases in the blood came out of solution and formed bubbles, effectively boiling the blood; one suffered blisters on his eyes. The fourth diver, nearest the almost-closed hatch, was exposed to the highest pressure gradient and exploded from the expansion of internal gases, his organs and spine violently expelled from the ruptured torso. His remains were ejected through the narrow hatch opening and scattered about the Dolphin; fragments were found on the craft’s derrick, 30 feet above the decompression chamber.

Sources: Wiki, The Rubicon Foundation

Congratulations!

2008-11-05T04:54:04Z

For the XBOX 360 geeks out there:

Woke up election day, sky's gunpowder and shades of grey

2008-11-04T20:18:30Z

This day in history: November 4, 1980 - Reagan kicks Carter's ass.

I'm sure many readers view this event as a disaster on a par with the worst man-made catastrophes. :) In case you've forgotten, here's the 1980 electoral map:

Whomever you choose today, get out and vote.

Sitting in a tin can far above the world, planet Earth is blue and there's nothing I can do

2008-11-03T20:02:11Z

This day in history: November 3, 1957 – The first orbital casualty.

Flush from the success of Sputnik, Nikita Kruschev wanted a second craft launched by November 7, 1957, the 40th anniversary of the Bolshevik Revolution. To make the occasion doubly important, Kruschev wanted to send a dog into space to prove Soviet superiority.

Although a spacecraft was under construction, it would not be ready in time for the desired launch date, so engineers rushed to build another, less complex orbital vehicle. Their canine cosmonaut was a stray mongrel named Laika; a stray was chosen on the assumption that such a life had conditioned the animal to hunger and cold. Laika underwent training – confinement, centrifugation, etc. – and was placed in the capsule on October 31 to help her adjust to the environment. The capsule was designed so she could stand, sit or lie down, but not turn around, and had an automatic food dispenser, heating, and air conditioning.

Sputnik 2 launched on November 3, 1957, with sensors measuring Laika’s vital signs – respiration and heart rate increased dramatically during takeoff, but returned to normal levels after three hours of zero gravity. Although stressed, readings indicated she was eating her food. Five to seven hours into the flight, no further life signs were received.

Scientists knew she would never survive the flight, and had planned on euthanizing her with a dose of poisoned food after a few days in orbit. In 2002, one of the men behind the mission admitted that a flight malfunction, most likely caused by the rush to meet the launch date, had prevented the thermal control system from operating properly, and that Laika had succumbed to overheating and stress.

Before she had been put into the capsule, one of the Sputnik 2 scientists had taken Laika home to play with his children for a while. He later wrote, "I wanted to do something nice for her: She had so little time left to live."

Laika has been honored with a monument in Moscow, a patch of Martian soil that bears her name, and the postage stamps of several nations. Her likeness also appears on a plaque commemorating fallen cosmonauts, and the Monument to the Conquerors of Space.

Sources: New York Times, Astronautix, Wiki

Stay out of the sun, it only burns my skin, sky full of poison, and the atmosphere's too thin

2008-11-03T05:29:40Z

This day in history: November 2, 1944 – The death of Thomas Midgley, Jr.

A historian once said that Thomas Midgley, Jr. had more impact on the atmosphere than any other single organism in Earth history. Midgley, an award-winning chemist and inventor, developed the first chlorofluorocarbon, Freon, as a “safe” refrigerant, and the gasoline additive tetra-ethyl lead to prevent knocking in internal combustion engines. As a result, the ozone layer was slowly damaged for decades and lead poisoned the environment across the world. Several workers at the TEL plants, including Midgley himself, developed lead poisoning; in January 1923 he wrote, “After about a year's work in organic lead, I find that my lungs have been affected and that it is necessary to drop all work and get a large supply of fresh air.”

Midgley contracted polio in 1940, at the age of 51. Crippled by the disease, he devised an intricate system of pulleys and ropes to allow others to lift him from bed; on November 2, 1944, he became entangled in the contraption and strangled to death. Although aware (to an extent) of the damaging effects of TEL, he died never knowing his CFCs were also destroying the sky.

Sources: Invent Now, Wiki

Every one will suffer the fire we've made, they all explode just the same

2008-11-01T22:08:14Z

This day in history: November 1, 1955 - The explosion of Flight 629.

Flight 629 departed Denver on the evening of November 1, 1955, bound for Portland, Oregon; it never arrived. An explosion eleven minutes after take-off critically damaged the aircraft and caused it to crash into a sugar beet field, killing all 44 passengers and crew.

Engineers examined the wreckage closely but could find no malfunction that would have resulted in an explosion. The FBI investigated the passenger backgrounds and discovered that seventeen had several thousand dollars worth of flight insurance; a middle-aged woman named Daisie E. King, with $50,000 of insurance, had also experienced a near-total disintegration of her luggage. The beneficiary of King’s policy was her son, Jack Gilbert Graham.

23-year-old Graham was a petty criminal with convictions for theft and forgery, but had escaped jail time for his crimes through the efforts of his mother, who had paid back the money he had stolen; in turn, she demanded that Graham repay her every penny. Neighbors said the two fought constantly and publicly, usually about money. In addition to the insurance policies, investigators discovered that Graham would receive a substantial inheritance upon her death. His wife told agents that he had purchased some hand tools as an early Christmas present for his mother and had placed the wrapped gift in her luggage.

Faced with growing evidence, Graham confessed to planting a bomb made of 25 sticks of dynamite in his mother’s bag, disguised as a Christmas gift. After she boarded the plane he had gone to the coffee shop and ate donuts until he heard news that the aircraft had gone down. Graham was tried and found guilty of first-degree murder for the death of his mother, and Colorado became the first state to allow television cameras to broadcast a criminal trial.

Jack Gilbert Graham was executed in the Colorado State Penitentiary gas chamber on January 11, 1957.

Sources: FBI, TruTV Crime Library, Wiki

Who can take tomorrow, dip it in a dream, separate the sorrow and collect up all the cream

2008-10-31T20:19:53Z

This day in history: October 31, 1974: The bittersweet death of Timothy O'Bryan.

The idea of lethal Halloween candy was just an urban legend until a terrible incident in a Houston suburb on October 31st, 1974. Eight-year-old Timothy Marc O'Bryan ate a Giant Pixy Stix from his stash before bed, but complained to his father Ronald that it tasted bitter. Minutes later the boy began to experience terrible stomach pains, then vomited and collapsed; he died before reaching the hospital.

Police were summoned immediately and discovered that Timothy’s Pixy Stix showed signs of tampering. Tim’s sister Elizabeth also had a suspect tube of the sugary candy – one end had been opened and then crudely stapled shut – as did three other neighborhood children who had accompanied the O’Bryans on their trick-or-treating. None of the others had been eaten, although one young boy was found asleep with his sabotaged candy in hand, his fingers too weak to pry open the staple. All the distraught Ronald O’Bryan could remember was that someone in a darkened house had opened the door a crack and handed out five oversized Pixy Stix to the group.

Fears of a random poisoner led frantic Houston-area families to bring their children’s Halloween loot to their local police stations for inspection and disposal. As police worked to track down the killer they were notified by an insurance agent of a $40,000 life insurance policy Ronald O’Bryan had recently taken out on his children. Further investigation revealed that O’Bryan was deeply in debt but had recently told his coworkers that his financial situation would soon improve. A search of his home uncovered Ronald’s pocket knife with sugary candy crystals stuck to the blade.

Detectives believed O’Bryan had purchased the candy and added to each tube enough cyanide to kill two or three men, then slipped them into the children’s bags during the outing. Afterwards at home he had leaped over a coffee table to prevent his friend’s son from eating his poisoned sweets; later in the evening he allowed Timothy to select one piece of candy before bed, but urged him to choose the Pixy Stix.

Ronald O’Bryan claimed innocence throughout his trial, but was found guilty and sentenced to death. Dubbed “The Candyman” by his fellow death row inmates, he was executed by lethal injection on March 31, 1984.

Fretful parents should know that Snopes.com says there have been no documented case of deliberate, random poisoning of Halloween candy. Pins and needles are another story altogether…

Happy Halloween, everybody!

Sources: Snopes, Wiki, Off the Kuff, Texas News

Seven Deadly Sins quiz

2007-03-05T06:43:35Z

I glommed this from pymander . The Year in Unpleasantness is still on hiatus, mostly because I'm recuperating from an ear infection but also because I'm a lazy sack of shit. I was recently ruminating on my slothfulness and was going to make an LJ post about the Seven Deadlies when I saw pymander 's entry, which saves me the trouble of writing something deep and pithy.

Greed:	High
Gluttony:	Very High
Wrath:	Medium
Sloth:	Very High
Envy:	Very Low
Lust:	Very High
Pride:	Low

Take the Seven Deadly Sins Quiz

Pretty accurate, I think. The bodily sins - sloth, lust and gluttony - are the worst, with sloth winning by a nose, and envy trails the pack. However, I think I'm prouder and less greedy than indicated.

http://free-game-downloads.mosw.com/abandonware/pc/simulations/games_c/crime_and_punishment.html

And we will dress in helmet and sword and dip our tongues in slaughter

2007-02-26T07:55:34Z

This day in history: February 25, 1994: The Cave of the Patriarchs massacre.

Baruch Goldstein was born in Brooklyn, New York to an Orthodox Jewish family. He belonged to the Jewish Defense League, a militant Jewish organization founded by Rabbi Meir Kahane. After emigrating to Israel, he served as a physician in the Israeli Defense Force, first as a conscript, then in the reserve forces. Following the end of his active duty, Goldstein worked as a physician and lived in the Kiryat Arba settlement near Hebron, where he served as an emergency doctor.

On February 25, 1994, that year's Purim day, Goldstein entered a room in the Cave of the Patriarchs serving as a mosque, wearing "his army uniform with the insignia of rank, creating the image of a reserve officer on active duty." He then opened fire, killing 29 and wounding 150. Mosque guard Mohammad Suleiman Abu Saleh said he thought that Goldstein was trying to kill as many people as possible and described how there were bodies and blood everywhere. After being subdued with a fire extinguisher and disarmed, Goldstein was beaten to death.

Rioting immediately followed the shooting, leading in the following week to the deaths of 25 Palestinians and five Israelis. Following the massacre, Israel imposed curfews on the 20,000 Palestinians in the Hebron market area.

Goldstein is buried at the Meir Kahane Memorial Park in Kiryat Arba, a Jewish settlement next to Hebron. Goldstein's tombstone reads:

Here lies the saint, Dr. Baruch Kappel Goldstein, blessed be the memory of the righteous and holy man, may the Lord avenge his blood, who devoted his soul to the Jews, Jewish religion and Jewish land. His hands are innocent and his heart is pure. He was killed as a martyr of God on the 14th of Adar, Purim, in the year 5754.

Over the years, the site became a pilgrimage site for those with right-wing political leanings. Eventually, the site had the appearance of a small shrine. Incensed by the homage being paid to Goldstein, the government sought to have the mini-shrine declared illegal. A bill was passed by the Knesset in 1998 forbidding the erection of monuments to people whom it considered terrorists. In 2000, several hundred police were dispatched to dismantle the shrine. After a battle with Goldstein supporters that lasted several hours, resulting in many arrests, the appurtenances around the grave were dismantled.

- Wiki

I wanna free fall out into nothing, gonna leave this world for awhile

2007-02-25T06:39:17Z

This day in history: February 24, 1989 - Explosive decompression on Flight 811.

United Airlines Flight 811 left Honolulu Airport on February 24, 1989, and headed to New Zealand and Australia with 337 passengers and 18 crew. 23,000 feet above the Pacific Ocean the forward lower cargo door began to open; explosive decompression ripped out the door and a section of the fuselage above it, blowing five rows of business class seats - and the nine passengers strapped into them - out of the plane.

Passenger Mike Rutherford gave the following account of the incident:

The flight left late at night (if my memory serves me correctly it was about midnight). I was seated in a window seat approximately 10 rows behind business class. The take off and climb out was fine. The weather was okay. About 20 minutes into the flight there was a slight vibration that I felt was not quite right (I am a commercially licensed pilot). Nothing too much though, just a shudder. About 30 seconds later there was an almighty BANG, a HUGE rush off exiting air, and the cabin fogged over for what appeared to be about 15 seconds.

At this stage all hell was breaking loose. Papers and loose items were flying everywhere, the noise was horrendous and the temperature in the cabin reached freezing in about 5 seconds! I looked up and could see what appeared to be a hole in the side of the aircraft in the business class section. The aircraft at this stage appeared to be side-slipping quite significantly. The hole was on the opposite side of the aircraft as to what I was on. The oxygen masks had deployed in the cabin also.

For the first few minutes the cabin crew just "hung on" trying to take in what had happened. It was obvious that some passengers had been sucked out as part of the floor was missing. Because of the noise it was impossible to communicate with anyone at that stage. Because of the fact that it was night there was no reference points and from my perspective it was impossible to gauge how high we were. The crew were pretty quick in pulling themselves together and started to render assistance to the passengers closest to the hole, some of whom appeared to be in danger of being sucked out.

The pilot was able to make an emergency landing in Honolulu without further problems. An investigation found the cargo door had opened from a combination of faulty wiring and a poor latching mechanism, and the NTSB issued recommendations to prevent a repeat of the incident. The flight crew received awards for their heroic actions, well-deserved in light of the fact that United Airlines ran several simulations of the flight's events and were unable to successfully land the aircraft after losing the cargo door.

It is speculated that the nine passengers sucked out of the plane were fully conscious during their two-and-a-half minute descent to the ocean.

Sources: Airdisaster.com, Wiki, Aviation-safety.net, Time