It's true, I was there on the train platform when it happened, applauding with everyone else.

(It was the comments to this article, not the article itself, that gave rise to this thought)

I would never wave away abuse allegations. I do wonder if people ascribe her off-putting behavior to the alleged abuse, and assume there's another, warmer Rybakina inside who they'd find it easier to root for. She seems to me quite comfortable in her affectlessness & I'm ok if that's her true nature

...Steve Weigle says, "The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald!" It was the quickest guess of the entire game. Weigle basks in adulation as I slink back to my seat, my short-lived glory vanquished. (3/3)

A din begins to rise as I continue to mark out spaces -- by the time I'm finished, it's pandemonium. I smile, knowing I've stumped them with the ultimate hangman song. I move to the side and draw the new gallows, but before I can ask the class for the first letter... (2/x)

Fuckers

...but this incident brought home to me the likely reality that our current administration has also de facto made the old sundown rules the law of the land. Thanks for reading -- in conclusion, fuck Trump, fuck ICE, and fuck the rednecks doing their bidding. (11/11)

Is there any doubt that absence of accountability = permission to terrorize? And who is available to listen to a kidnapping victim in an El Salvadoran prison about the chain of his custody?We fight the horrific high-profile ICE maneuvers that happen in broad daylight, as we should... (10/x)

From my vantage point that night, it was impossible to tell the difference. And what difference is there, really? Even if this guy was not a state actor, what would stop him from subduing someone alone and turning him over to ICE agents who are as anonymous to all of us as he was to me. (9/x)

Profiling was on my mind at least partly because I'd visited Montgomery's Civil Rights Memorial Center just a few days prior, and it was not lost on me that we've returned to a time when the actions of a potential lone vigilante or posse are indistinguishable from that of the state. (8/x)

I'd seen a group of three or four cars a good ways behind me, so I slowed down enough for them to get closer and eventually the SUV backed off and I sped away. It was only after a few more miles that I shook off the adrenaline enough to figure out what had just happened -- I'd been profiled. (7/x)

I was taken completely by surprise -- if I'd been back in Atlanta I'd be giving this guy the finger, but that seemed especially imprudent given the location and time of day, so I just raised my hand in a "What the hell?!" gesture, but for the next several seconds he continued riding my tail. (6/x)

He'd crested the bridge and was not in view as I passed the spot where he'd braked, but I saw nothing unusual. He was still loitering on the right as I came over the top of the bridge, then as I passed the SUV suddenly jerked into my lane and got right on my tail, brights on, and stayed there. (5/x)

About 1/4 mile ahead of me, an SUV was nearing the crest of one of the many bridges in the area. Suddenly, for a reason I couldn't discern, he slammed on his brakes and came nearly to a stop. He was in the right lane, so I moved left and slowed down in case there was an obstruction. (4/x)

I was up in N.O. extra early on Sunday morning on account of the time change, and decided to head home rather than wait for Café Beignet to open (the unrealized goal of the trip). I was on the road by 3:30 AM, and so was well out of town around 4, heading east on a practically deserted I-10. (3/x)

The trip was great! I ate my way across the South -- pot roast in Montgomery, seafood buffet in Biloxi (the one port of call I'd been to many times before), Tex-Mex in Houston, brisket in Austin, jambalaya in N.O. Had a wonderful time, right up until the journey home. (2/x)