There’s One Book That Predicted The Future About Nearly Everything in Life.

If I told you that one book could predict major world events, you would think I’m talking about the Farmer’s Almanac. While the Farmer’s Almanac is fairly accurate when it comes to predicting weather patterns and events, I’m referring to a book written in 1969. John Brunner wrote Stand On Zanzibar about what life in the year 2010 would be like. It is a work of fiction, but after reading it, you would find some eerie similarities.

Europe establishes the Euro.

In the book, Europe establishes a union to protect and benefit their financial stability.

Honda becomes a leader in electric cars.

This doesn’t sound like such a bold prediction, but in 1969, Honda was primarily a motorcycle company.

Electronic Dance Music

Brunner predicted that electronic music would take over the mainstream radio circuits. He’s not too far off.

Tobacco slowly phasing out.

Due to the numerous health risks associated with the tobacco products of the time, Brunner predicted that tobacco would begin to be phased out and certainly frowned upon.

Marijuana is made more legal.

With tobacco on its way out, weed makes an entrance into mainstream society and becomes legal.

Detroit is in ruins.

Brunner predicted that his native city of Detroit would collapse financially and be deserted.

School shootings.

While he didn’t predict where, Brunner also predicted that school shootings and random acts of violence would be more prevalent in the future of 2010.


The book describes people as communicating via screens and being able to see each other. Sound familiar?


Sexual performance enhancers advertised on television was another prediction that Brunner made in the book.

Gay and lesbian relationships are prevalent.

Brunner also predicted that gay and lesbian couples would be more prevalent and accepted in his future.

Movies on planes.


Stand on Zanzibar also predicted that people would be able to watch movies and TV shows on planes.

President Obama.

In the book, the President’s name is Obomi. That’s creepily close to real life President Obama.

It’s crazy how accurate (or close to being accurate) these predictions were. I’m starting to think that Mr. John Brunner may have a time machine to accurately predict the future. Either way, check out the book if you’re looking to get spooked this Halloween.

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Chris Brown implies Ebola is a man-made virus designed to limit population

Early this morning, rapper Chris Brown posted a tweet stating that the “Ebola epidemic is a form of population control.” It is implied that the virus is man-made,  deliberately manufactured to limit the earth’s rising population.

He does not name names, leaving the reader wondering whom he thinks is responsible.

The Martinez Brothers, successful DJs from the Bronx, expressed similar views this morning.

Grammy-nominated producers Arkatech Beatz also tweeted odd views about Ebola.

Brown followed up three minutes later with this tweet, seeming to admit that perhaps he should have kept his conspiracy theory to himself:

Let me shut my black ass up!

— Chris Brown (@chrisbrown) October 13, 2014

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Red Hot Chili Peppers to play free show for Obama volunteers

Contemplating working for the Obama campaign simply to see the Red Hot Chili Peppers do a FREE concert at the HOB…hmm what to do?

— Tiffany Musser ™ (@tmpeters) April 10, 2012

From Cleveland:

The Red Hot Chili Peppers are putting their music behind the Obama campaign in Ohio.

The Los Angeles-based group will perform a free concert for Obama campaign workers at the House of Blues in Cleveland Sunday afternoon, following the band’s induction into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame and Museum Saturday night.

The group, which supports President Barack Obama, saw giving a free concert as a way to help him, said an Obama campaign official in Ohio.

But to get in the concert, you must be willing to work for the Obama campaign this week by volunteering at any Northeast Ohio phone bank. A link was activated Monday night allowing people to volunteer. Tickets are limited

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Being Winona In A World Made For Gwyneths

Reality bites for the women who are playing a plot device in other people’s stories.

I should have foreseen that things between James and me would end in violent chaos on the night of my 29th birthday when he, my best friend Phoebe, and I were each contemplating who our No. 1 most bangable celebrity is. Phoebe and I had declared our respective loves for Harry Styles and John Malkovich. Then James said, “You know, I’ve always had a soft spot for Gwyneth Paltrow.”

“Gywneth Paltrow?” I repeated back to him in horror.

“Yeah, there’s something about her, I don’t know what it is!” And in that moment, every thought or daydream I ever had about our potential future together filled with broad-smiled children, adopted cats, and phenomenal sex evaporated. Because there is no future with a Gwyneth man when you’re a Winona woman, particularly a Winona in a world made for Gwyneths.

My “Winona in a world made for Gwyneths” complex is a theory that positions these one-time best friends as two distinct categories of white women who are conventionally attractive but whose public images exemplify dramatically different lifestyles and worldviews. One lives a messy but somehow more authentic life that is at once exciting and a little bit sad. The other appears to have a life so sufficiently figured out as to be both enviable and mundane. Gwyneth Paltrow is, of course, the latter. She has always represented a collection of tasteful but safe consumer reflexes more than she’s reflected much of a real personality. I imagine that she writes the GOOP newsletter, her laughably out-of-touch dispatch about vegetables and fashion, wearing overpriced clothes in colors like “camel” and scowling at her staff. That is, when she’s not referring to Billy Joel as “William” and seeking nannies that know ancient Greek and play at least two instruments.

Winona Ryder I imagine very differently.

For girls of my generation who were awkward or a little bit strange, Winona Ryder was both relatable and aspirational. The few recorded interviews she’s done reveal that she is a bottomless well of uncool and discomfort. She stumbles over metaphors and laughs sincerely at bad jokes. She is also a movie star who is unreasonably beautiful, but there was always a sense that she still belonged to the Island of Misfit Toys.

She epitomized the Mall Goth ethic and aesthetic in Beetlejuice long before Hot Topic was mass-producing the look, and in Heathers, she enacted high school revenge fantasies long before Mean Girls was either a movie or PG shorthand for “fucking bitches.” In the ’90s, she did her grungiest best as the Generation X poster child in Reality Bites but never met a corset she didn’t like and came at us with The Age of Innocence and Dracula. I can’t even talk about Little Women because I’ll just start crying about the fact that I’m not currently sitting under a pile of kittens and sisters.

Then there’s her romantic life, which reads like a who’s who of my sexual awakening. Val Kilmer, Rob Lowe, Christian Slater, Beck, David Duchovny, and a bunch of indie rock stars who are probably still in love with her. Gwyneth had a shorter and more predictable list of conventional handsome dudes like Brad Pitt and Ben Affleck before she married Chris Martin. But Winona’s love stories seem like a series of elaborate fan fictions come to life for the charming and constantly bewildered pixie of a person. And I’m sure I don’t need to remind anyone that Johnny Depp wore her name on his bicep when he was still starring in daring, quirky films instead of predictable Tim Burton cash cows.

But as interesting as I always found her love life, it was still her personality and talent that drew me in. Rumor has it that Winona had the script for Shakespeare in Love and that Gwyneth saw it at her house and surreptitiously sought out the producers to get the role that landed her the Oscar. It is one of many Hollywood whispers that Gwyneth is not so sweet as she presents. And the long list of “best friends” she seems to have had over the years (Winona, Madonna, Tracy Anderson, Beyoncé) looks more than a little opportunistic.

It would have all been fine for Winona, because she was starring in the adaptation of Girl, Interrupted. Except that turned out to be the movie that would actually work to catapult Angelina Jolie to stardom and earn her an Oscar. And then came her 2001 arrest for shoplifting. The incident revealed a more complicated, less whimsical Winona; she was actually unwell, an inconvenient reality better dealt with through punchlines than public sympathy. And while male performers have gone on violent and destructive benders and bounced back in the time since that incident, Winona’s reputation has never fully recovered.

I loved Winona as a kid but grew even more affectionate for her in my late teens and early adulthood, long after the “Free Winona” T-shirts had cycled out of ironic fashion. She was wide-eyed and wistful but managed to find love from time to time anyway. I felt I could reasonably aspire to that. Before James, I dated a series of insecure addicts or men who treated me as an afterthought before unceremoniously disappearing into the ether without so much as an “I’m just not that into you” text. In a dating scene so normally steeped in nonchalance, messages from James that said, “I miss you. I want to see you” felt like love letters. He had endless words of affection for my peculiarity. For my inscrutability. He told me that I was hard to get a read on, a source of fascination and frustration for someone as socially intuitive as he was. And while James is hardly the first man to use praise for a woman’s particular brand of insecurity to his advantage, he did do an especially thorough job.

He’d ask, “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” Over time, I revealed a lifelong struggle with mental illness and self-doubt. He was the first person I told about my part-time work at a strip club, an industry I was in and out of for years when untreated mental health issues left me suddenly jobless and increasingly less employable during daylight. The work fueled his fascination with me and he’d request that he always get the first dance when I bought new outfits for work. But the revelation also sharpened his protective edge, and he’d remark often, “I gotta take better care of you,” when I’d report poor treatment by customers. Having spent a lifetime feeling like a blight in an otherwise beautiful world, I suddenly desired visibility without a subsequent desire to retreat to the shadows in a panic. My bottomless well of discomfort and uncool was finally charming someone.

His long hours and reliance on prescription drugs made it easy to excuse occasional neglect, particularly in light of how brightly the sun shined when I had his attention. Trust seemed to materialize from thin air around him. His imposing but non-threatening height made him an immediate presence as he easily made conversation with deli cashiers and conjured laughter from even the most timid children.

After a year, it became increasingly clear that my broad-smiled children and adopted cats were never going to be shared with James. He was noncommittal but remained protective and fascinated. I had met his siblings but not his parents. These were tell-tale signs that I was playing an interesting chapter in his memoir but would never play his happily ever after. I tried to break up with James the first week of May and I tried again the first week of July. He begged me to come back, making appeals about grilled cheeses in bed and missing my cat. And since I’m a sucker for a breakable promise to do better, I never followed through on ending things. We both had slept with other people but seemed to be still mostly committed to each other.

Then in the last week of July, James told me he had a new girlfriend and would be moving to California to be with her (his job brought him to Los Angeles often). Even though we were not exclusive, one of my very few requests of him was that if he were to commit to someone, that he not make me complicit in his infidelity. He made grand claims about his commitment to sexual fidelity with his new girlfriend a mere hour after sending me pictures of sexual positions he’d like to try with me. He told me how he was going to be different for this girl in the same breaths that he told me “I love you” for the first time. Lying on my bed, he pulled me closer to him as he made the case for sex while simultaneously texting with someone named “Amber.” This must be the woman that had changed everything for him, his present tugging at my belt loop notwithstanding. I kicked him out, refusing him closure or forgiveness.

One thing that stripping has given me is a ferocious commitment to other women, and so while many believe that what came next was an act of revenge against him, I am sincere in saying that I was outraged on Amber’s behalf. I went on Facebook and there was only one Amber among his friends and she lived in California. And there she was. A total. Fucking. Gwyneth. In addition to long blonde hair, she had earnest gratitude posts featuring all the super-boring emoticons. She posted photos of sunsets and filtered her selfies to hell and back with Instagram. On Facebook, she posted photos of a white SUV and nights out at the club. A quick Google search brought up a photo of her cheerfully giving what appears to be a presentation about industrial label makers. In sharp contrast to my online life, a collection of mostly dryly despairing essays for online magazines and unfiltered Twitter jokes, her entire digital footprint accumulated into a collection of safe consumer reflexes more than a personality.

And though I am easily given to fits of envy, I looked at her life and couldn’t find a single thing to covet. I was a haphazardly medicated bipolar 29-year-old stripper and I didn’t want anything she had. I felt the way I imagined Winona felt surveying the foreign landscape of GOOP, laughing incredulously at the appeal of such dull aspirations but also completely and utterly alone.

I sent her a polite message detailing how James had been unfaithful and dishonest for the short duration of their relationship with several attached screenshots of explicit sexts from recent days as proof. Her response was one of profuse thanks for “saving her years of heartbreak” and a swift decision not to speak to James anymore. Within hours of sending the message, James began to call me repeatedly and when I didn’t answer he began sending texts asking where I was, then where the fuck I was. “I hope you choke on your own vomit and die you whore,” he wrote, a dig at my history of disordered eating. It was the first of many messages gruesomely detailing several ways he wanted to see me die in an inundation of text messages and calls where he threatened my life and his own. “If I ever see you again, run,” he wrote. It is a threat I’m still sometimes afraid he’ll make good on.

Finally, he claimed he had taken 30 Klonopin and that his imminent death would be my fault because I took his love away. When he stopped responding to my texts, I begged Amber to talk to him again so he’d go to a hospital, which she did. In hindsight, faking an overdose was a brilliant Trojan Horse to ride back into her life in.

And once he alerted Amber to my job and my mental health status, her gratitude turned to concern about the veracity of my claims. The change in tone made it clear in real time how easy it is to dress down a real woman to the vulgar trope of a delusional whore. Amber noted casually how he put her health at risk by sleeping with me. It is not uncommon to be treated like a vector of disease when your work so easily reduces you to salacious but interesting book chapters in people’s lives, but it still hurts a fully formed human being to be reduced to a public health hazard. She demanded more proof of his infidelity, asking that I put even more of my sex life on trial. I sent her James’ death threats instead.

She ultimately chose to “work through it” and said to me, “I don’t want to always be looking over my shoulder or fearing that you will do anything to sabotage his or my happiness.” That’s a bold thing to say to a woman who has just had her life threatened in very descriptive ways by a man who purported to love her. But the vague threat of a woman with sexual mores you object to is more dangerous than the explicit threat of a man with a violent sense of entitlement. And at the end of the day, I also know very well that a place in his crosshairs feels like a place in sun.

As humiliated as I was to be left for a Gwyneth and as hurt as I was by her words, most of my thoughts about Amber are hopes that she’s safe and happy. Because that thing about Gwyneth Paltrow that James couldn’t articulate is that there’s not really anything about her. Or at least there’s not anything about her public image that is especially unique or controversial. She’s a safe canvas onto which others can project their own desires. I know very well that Amber is not an empty collection of label makers and earnest Facebook posts just as I know that Gwyneth Paltrow is not her terrible newsletter.

Her breakup with Chris Martin was widely mocked in the press for being identified as a “conscious uncoupling,” as though she could not bear to have anything so human and messy as what it was: a divorce. For months after the split, rumors flew that Gwyneth was terrified that details of their marriage would emerge, that the perfect filter she had chosen for the world to see her through would be ripped off for all of the blemished and broken parts to be revealed. Such forms of protected and limited self-projection are calculated and intentional. And that seems like its own kind of solitude.

So while I originally thought that the whole ordeal was my moment where Gwyneth snatched up Shakespeare in Love, I realize now that Amber getting James was less like getting an award-winning movie script and more like getting that scary VHS tape from The Ring that eventually ruins your life. I’ve instead come to see the whole experience as my moment on a surveillance camera in Saks Fifth Avenue. It was the episode in which the Manic Pixie Dream Girl was revealed to be the Depressive Witch Nightmare Woman that she was all along. It brought to life my sadness and desperation outside the vacuum where being mentally ill was a fascinating quirk that had no potential to create real consequences. I was breakable and broken and would not be confined to the narrative James had in mind for me.

I’ll turn 30 in June, the age that Winona was when the shoplifting scandal went down. There is some fear that I’ll be forced to turn the corner from wide-eyed and wistful to just sad and sick. And when you rely heavily on celebrities like Winona Ryder to make sense of your life, it is easy to stare down your early thirties as the period of darkness and uncertainty following a fallout. And that might end up being true. But the truth about the women who are forced to play these interesting chapters is that they are doing so in the memoirs of men who never deserved them. That the really good story, the story worth telling, was hers all along. She just has to survive to tell it.

And that’s what Winona did. In the fall of 2014, she became the face of the Rag & Bone fashion line and was featured in a series of promotional videos for the launch. She doesn’t appear to have aged a day since 1990 and she smiles through red lipstick as she plays arcade games at Coney Island. The arcade is dimly lit and deserted except for her. But she seems perfectly content to make goofy faces and have her own fun, telling herself a bad joke that no one else can hear, and laughing and laughing.

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Vanishing Mexican Lawyers Are Leaving Fear And Questions Behind

More than 60 lawyers disappeared or were killed during a wave of violence in Durango. Their families mourn them and hope for justice while their colleagues scurry away from certain criminal cases.

DURANGO, Mexico — When Claudio Hugo Gallardo disappeared in 2013, his sons scoured the local hospital, prison, and morgue frantically. They combed through video footage recovered from Gallardo’s last known location and even inquired with the cartels whether their operatives had picked up the well-known lawyer.

But before Gallardo’s family could find him, they stopped looking.

“It’s for our own peace. We don’t want threats,” said Claudio Gallardo, one of the attorney’s sons. The family has floated several theories, including the involvement of government officials, cartel thugs, and a combination of both, but prefer to be discreet about their findings, citing orders by local authorities to stop prodding.

Gallardo is one of more than 60 lawyers killed or disappeared here during a spate of crimes against litigators that began in 2008, according to members of Durango’s Benito Juárez Bar Association. Some of the bodies that have been recovered carried messages from criminal groups saying the litigator should not have been defending certain clients, said Celina López Carrera, who is in charge of the state’s public prosecutors.

The Durango attorney general’s office opened a specialized unit to investigate crimes against lawyers in 2010. The unit’s head, Orieta Valles, said none of the 14 cases assigned to it have been solved.

Lawyers in Durango operate in one of the most hostile environments in the country, in the heart of Mexico’s Golden Triangle — the marijuana and poppy-growing region straddling Durango, Sinaloa, and Chihuahua states. For as long as local residents can remember, Durango has lived under the grip of the powerful Sinaloa cartel, led until recently by Joaquín Guzmán Loera, known as “El Chapo,” Mexico’s most wanted drug kingpin. Guzmán was arrested last year, more than a decade after escaping from a high-security prison.

The area was especially battered by violence after former President Felipe Calderón launched his war on organized crime in 2006, fracturing the large, traditional syndicates into smaller, more volatile ones. By 2010, the three states forming the triangle placed in the top five most violent in the country, according to a study on criminal trends by México Evalúa, a public policy research group.

A semblance of calm has since returned to the city, 194 miles northeast of Mazatlán, a popular destination for U.S. and Canadian retirees, with the homicide rate on the decline. But the repercussions of years of drug-war-related terror are evident, having transformed not only the lives of litigators’ relatives but also the willingness of lawyers to take on certain cases.

What happens when people go missing and those left behind do not have the minimum measure of protection to speak up and demand an investigation? And what happens when the missing are the very people tasked with upholding justice?

Rosa Maria Reyes in the living room of her house in Durango. Photograph by Adriana Zehbrauskas for BuzzFeedNews

Rosa Maria Reyes, Gallardo’s wife, can’t help peering out the floor-to-ceiling window in her living room every time a car stops outside the house. “One day he will arrive in an unknown car and he’ll ring the doorbell because he doesn’t have keys anymore,” Reyes said. “Maybe I’ll be angry at first, because he left me for a year, seven months, and one day.”

Reyes’s two-story, impeccably neat and cozy house is dotted with photographs of the family — Gallardo and Reyes dressed as Shrek and Fiona for his 50th birthday, the couple posing ceremoniously on their wedding day in a yellowing image, their sons beaming alongside their perfectly coiffed parents in another.

“We were supposed to grow old together,” said Reyes, her fine features tensing up. Reyes says she was a happy housewife before her husband disappeared. Now she makes and sells tubs of strained yogurt and works at a stationery shop to ensure an income.

Claudio Gallardo Adriana Zehbrauskas/BuzzFeedNews

Claudio, her middle son, says he has made peace with his father’s fate, but Reyes still dreams of packing her bags and leaving Durango with her husband when he returns. She keeps Gallardo’s files stacked up in the patio, gathering dust, for when he does. In the meantime, a series of questions — who, why, how — runs on loop in her mind, starting anew with every waking minute, rendering her an exhausted shell of a person at the end of the day.

Forced disappearances have been on the rise in Mexico for years, but the recent case of 43 students who went missing in Guerrero state sent thousands of frustrated, violence-weary citizens to the street and forced President Enrique Peña Nieto to address the issue of security despite his efforts to center attention on the economy and his signature series of constitutional overhauls.

Earlier this month, on Feb. 2, parents of the missing students traveled to the United Nations in Geneva to appeal for help in finding their sons, explaining that they did not trust the government to do so. Shortly after the visit, the U.N. Committee on Enforced Disappearances concluded: “The grave case of the 43 students that were forcibly disappeared in September 2014 in Guerrero illustrate the serious challenges the State is facing in terms of prevention, investigation and punishment for enforced disappearances and the search for missing persons.”

But some in Durango whose loved ones are among the 23,689 people currently on the national missing persons registry say they feel that their plight has gone entirely unnoticed by both the government and society. Unlike the families of the 43 disappeared students, there has been no cohesion among the relatives of the missing or murdered lawyers, forcing each to deal with their despair in isolation.

Sara with one of her sons. Adriana Zehbrauskas/BuzzFeedNews

Sara, who asked that her real name be withheld for fear that speaking out will jeopardize her government job, has shared the pain and uncertainty of her husband’s disappearance only with her two young sons. She felt socially ostracized almost immediately after her husband, a lawyer, went missing in 2008 — her family treated her awkwardly, hurrying to fill the empty seat next to her at social gatherings, their expressions filled with pity.

As is often the case when someone disappears in Mexico, potential suitors suspected her husband might have been involved with criminals and wondered if she was as well. But Sara, too, had trouble trusting the people around her and constantly wondered if any of them had been involved in her husband’s disappearance.

To keep paying the bills, she sold her jewelry and one of the family’s cars, cut back on luxuries like a full-time maid, and started bringing back goods to resell during her trips to the United States. Sara, an articulate, warm woman who exudes emotional strength despite her eyes filling with tears when talking about her husband, considered pulling her sons out of private school before the director offered them scholarships.

Perhaps the hardest part, she said, was the legal limbo she found herself in with no one to counsel her on how to overcome the challenges it presented. With her husband neither dead nor present, Sara could not stop his debts from running, get insurance money, or renew her sons’ passports. Neither could she move forward emotionally.

Shortly after her husband went missing, Sara, who was in therapy until recently, sat her sons down and told them that they needed to assume their father had died and start grieving before they were irreparably worn down by the waiting, wondering, and worrying. They spent “the hardest day of their lives” hugging their patriarch’s shoes, caressing his cereal boxes, and listening to his favorite music.

The three sometimes still argue about whose pain is bigger and whose loss is more irreplaceable, but the experience has made them unbreakable, says Sara, who works hard to make sure her children do not grow up harboring resentment and anger toward their father, for leaving, and the authorities, for participating in his disappearance.

When a friend called to tell her that human remains had been discovered nearby about a year after her husband disappeared, Sara thought about collecting a set. “It may not be him,” says Sara, but they would afford her the luxury of getting a death certificate and formalizing her family’s grieving process.

She took the remains home.

An empty lot in Durango where dozens of clandestine graves were found. Photograph by Adriana Zehbrauskas for BuzzFeedNews

A number of clandestine grave sites have been discovered in the middle of Durango city, a warning sign for the 600,000 residents who lower their voices when they talk about the criminal groups that operate in the city, referring to them only as “those.”

BuzzFeed News requested a list of mass graves discovered in the state since 2006, but the state’s transparency unit responded that the information was confidential. According to CNN, more than 330 bodies were discovered in grave sites in Durango between April 2011 and February 2012. The remains of two lawyers have been discovered in such graves, according to Lopez Carrera, the official in charge of the state’s public prosecutors.

Many lawyers are heeding the warning that the graves perhaps sought to send. According to sources who requested anonymity for fear of reprisals, including a government official and a person with knowledge of judicial matters, some ask for permission from “third parties” — members of the dominant cartel — to take on certain cases, abiding by an unofficial roster of which people can be defended and which cannot.

Lawyer José Isaías Silerio Adriana Zehbrauskas/BuzzFeedNews

A few, like José Isaías Silerio, president of Durango’s Benito Juárez Bar Association, have shifted the bulk of their practice from criminal to civil cases in an effort to prevent contact with potentially unsavory characters, focusing instead on mercantile, family, and labor law.

“It’s not about how much money a case will bring me but about what kind of trouble I’m going to get into,” said Silerio, whose brother practiced law and was killed in 2009. Whenever he gets calls from new, potential clients, Silerio says he talks to God directly: “Enlighten me, tell me which cases are ugly.”

Valles, head of Durango’s Specialized Unit for Crimes Against Lawyers, told BuzzFeed News that the unit has “not had a lot of cases, but they were high impact,” speaking about the 14 cases assigned to her. Still, she admitted that “lawyers are more careful. They are frightened.” The biggest challenge, she added, is that relatives of victimized lawyers are not willing to help her team investigate since they are afraid they will get in trouble with whoever took their loved ones, which some suspect is a combination between cartels and authorities with overlapping interests.

That holds true for Reyes, whose daily search for her husband ends where her driveway begins. Her nephew, who had contacts at the state attorney general’s office, told her to stop investigating. She did, afraid of angering those who snatched her life-long companion away, catalyzing another tragedy and destroying what is left of her family. In any case, says Reyes, authorities never asked her to testify, gave her an update on the investigation, or offered her any support.

Her son, who initially believed the authorities would help him, gathered documents and security footage from the convenience store where Gallardo was last seen and gave authorities a blood sample. It led nowhere. “I put together the investigation so that it could become another number,” the 29-year-old said.

Sara, who suspects authorities were involved in her husband’s disappearance, did not want to file a complaint, thinking it a waste of time from the beginning. “I knew what farce I would be involved in,” she said, adding that she feared demanding an investigation would cost her her job at a moment when she needed it the most.

With lawyers taking on only “approved” cases, some people needing legal counsel are struggling to find it.

Víctor Cordero Giorgana was arrested along with 150 other public officials in 2013, when he was chief of police for the municipality of Gómez Palacio, a city in Durango state, and charged with homicide, kidnapping, and organized crime. Giorgana said he was beaten and forced to sign a confession he could not read. His family hired him a lawyer.

After the lawyer went to a courthouse to pick up his client’s file, several men instructed him to get into a van, according to Erick Cordero Giorgana, the former chief of police’s brother. The men kept the file and the lawyer quit shortly after.

Since then, Erick, who lives in Alaska, has been unable to find a lawyer to represent his brother in Durango, and he cannot afford one from outside the state. The former chief of police remains in prison.

Silerio understands the forces that may be keeping lawyers away from cases like Cordero Giorgana’s. A self-declared temerarious man, he says the years of bloodshed in the state taught him to stand down. “If I wasn’t afraid, I wouldn’t be alive,” said Silerio.

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The World Needs Janet Jackson’s Boobs Now More Than Ever

You don’t know what you got till it’s gone.

1. Janet Jackson was the leading diva of the late ’80s and early ’90s. She sold over 140 million records in her career. She was the original Beyoncé.


2. But she’s kept a low profile recently. In 2010 she appeared in Tyler Perry’s For Colored Girls, in 2011 she began her Number Ones, Up Close and Personal tour, and then…nothing.


3. And everyone wants to know: WHERE IS JANET?

4. She is depriving the world of pure joy by dropping out of the spotlight with her billionaire husband. We need the music!

5. We need the choreography!

6. And most importantly, we need her cleavage back!

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7. You may have been a gay man like me, too busy grooving to her hits to notice, but they’re perfect.



8. She can’t keep her hands off them!






10. Actually, no one can keep their hands off them.

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11. Janet Jackson clones can’t not touch them!




12. They’re up close and personal during concerts…

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13. …and they’re always on the red carpet.

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15. Even For Colored Girls director Tyler Perry knew where to focus his camera.


16. Sometimes she plays coy with sheer fabric.



17. She tries to cover up and contain the power.

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18. But even at fancy events like the Metropolitan Museum of Art Costume Gala, the girls are out in full force.

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19. Janet’s boobs CANNOT BE CONTAINED!





20. Jennifer Lopez has tried to take the crown as the chestiest diva.

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21. Nicki Minaj has tried too.

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22. But there is only one Miss Jackson, if you’re nasty.

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23. Come back, Janet! Don’t let the world hide your light under a bushel!



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These 10 Extremely Famous And Successful People Were Once Harshly Rejected. Here Are The Letters.

It is said that the road to success is paved with failure. That notion is completely true. Most people who are “successful” have faced failure time and again. However, no matter how many times they failed, those people just kept trying until they got it right. That’s the difference between someone who succeeds and someone who doesn’t. Failures will happen. You just have to know to keep trying. When these (soon to be) famous people received rejection letters, they didn’t let it get them down. Or if they did, they just used it to fuel their motivation… because they proved everyone wrong.

1.) U2: Bono, The Edge, Larry Mullen, Jr., and Adam Clayton formed their U2 in 1976 when they were just teens. In 1979, they submitted their first single to London-based RSO Records, who rejected them saying the music was “not suitable for us at present.” Within a year, U2 had signed with Island Records and released their first international single, “11 O’Clock Tick Tock.”

2.) Andy Warhol: In 1956, Andy Warhol attempted to donate his work to the Museum of Modern Art. On October 18th the artist received a letter rejecting the work “which you so generously offered as a gift to the Museum.” (Today, MoMA owns 168 of Warhol’s pieces.)

3.) Sylvia Plath: Howard Moss is The New Yorker editor that rejected Sylvia Plath’s Amnesiac. Although, he did admit that perhaps he was being “dense.”

4.) Madonna: This rejection letter sent to Madonna’s team most likely took place before she signed with Sire Records in 1982, a year before she released her first, self-titled album. That album sold more than 10 million copies worldwide. Even though she was not “ready yet.”

5.) Kurt Vonnegut: Later an award-winning novelist, Kurt Vonnegut was often rejected. In 1949, he received a letter from Edward Weeks, editor of The Atlantic Monthly, who said his samples “have drawn commendation although neither one is quite compelling enough for final acceptance.” A framed copy of the letter hangs in Indianapolis’ Kurt Vonnegut Memorial Library.

6.) Tim Burton: In 1976, while still a high-schooler, he sent a copy of his children’s book, The Giant Zlig, to Walt Disney Productions for publication consideration. It was rejected, but a few years later, the company brought Burton on as an animator’s apprentice.

7.) Gertrude Stein: This poet’s prose was too dense for Arthur C. Fifield to even bother reading the full manuscript for The Making of Americans, which he declined in 1912.

8.) Jim Lee: Today, Jim Lee is an artist, a writer, and the co-publisher of DC Comics. In the mid-1980s, he was struggling to find his place in the industry, and was even rejected by Marvel.

9.) Stieg Larsson: This rejection to his application to journalism school in Stockholm at the Joint Committee of Colleges of Journalism was discussed by publisher Christopher MacLehose, who said, “This is a letter saying ‘you are not good enough to be a journalist’ to a man who went on to create a supremely creative, crusading magazine which fought against the worsening tide of extreme right thinking and activity in Sweden.”

10.) Hunter S. Thompson: Technically, HST wrote this rejection letter to William McKeen, author of a 1991 biography of Thompson (he wasn’t a fan). Thompson sent McKeen a handwritten review of the book (which William then framed).

If failure ever slaps you across the face, take a page out of Madonna or U2’s book. Don’t give up. Not everyone will like what you do, but eventually, you will find a way. Source: Mental Floss Even celebrities know rejection. Share these letters with others by clicking below.

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‘Sorry, WHAT?’ Sochi performance of faux-lesbian duo t.A.T.u. baffles many

Remember t.A.T.u.? The Russian pop pair captured international attention back in 2003 with “All the Things She Said,” whose lyrics and video weren’t exactly light on suggestions of lesbianism. Given Putin’s stance on homosexuality, logic would dictate that t.A.T.u. wouldn’t have much to do there these days. But logic would apparently be wrong:!/ab81/status/431807891339624448

The duo was part of today’s opening ceremony, but they sang a different tune:

Details of the opening ceremony are a closely guarded secret. But two people familiar with the matter say Russia’s team will enter the stadium to the music of t.a.T.u, made up of Lena Katina and Yulia Volkova. The group will perform at the warm-up show that won’t be broadcast internationally, the people said. The Russian team will then file into the stadium to the sound of their 2003 hit “Not Gonna Get Us.”

Even if they aren’t singing about lesbianism, t.A.T.u. seems like a surprising choice. Then again, maybe since the girls aren’t actually lesbians, Russia’s giving them a pass. Tweeters can’t help but be intrigued:!/MirandaSajdak/status/431821599163944960!/risendevil/status/431809048887836672

For the record, President “Vladimir Putin” seems OK with it:

Heh. Hopefully he had a front-row seat:

Surprise! t.A.T.u. managed to push the envelope, if only a little bit:

But it looks like they showed a little more restraint this time:!/NatVasilyevaAP/status/431820003088666624

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Hungry kids rebel against Michelle Obama’s school lunch menu

The peasants are revolting! has rounded up a number of complaints from students about skimpy school lunches mandated by the U.S. Department of Agriculture, and kids have even put together their own “We Are Hungry” music video to protest the clampdown on calories.

First lady Michelle Obama went so far recently as to call obesity America’s number one security threat, but if these kids don’t get something to eat soon, there might be a revolution from within against #MichelleOsSchoolLunchMenu. So what’s cooking?

Lettuce Leaf in a cup #MichelleOsSchoolLunchMenu

— mb (@imsure) September 25, 2012

Grilled Blue Heeler on a bed of arugula with a low-fat bitter-clingy dressing. #MichelleOsSchoolLunchMenu

— John Leschen (@johnleschen) September 25, 2012

#MichelleOsSchoolLunchMenu Unhappy meals.

— Scott W. Williamson (@Eurotool) September 25, 2012

#MichelleOsSchoolLunchMenu hope with a side of change #eatyourpeas

— Jason (@82ndVet) September 25, 2012

#MichelleOsSchoolLunchMenu: Tofu cubes with green pea foam – And half of an Oreo cookie's filling

— Cameron Gray (@Cameron_Gray) September 25, 2012

#MichelleOsSchoolLunchMenu tofu fake ice cream with contraband chocolate syrup smuggled in by students

— Bossy Brat (@JGalt9) September 25, 2012

#MichelleOsSchoolLunchMenu Fail O' Flakes.

— Graham (@PoofImGraham) September 25, 2012

#MichelleOsSchoolLunchMenu… one ACORN… that's it, nothing more.

— Leslie (@Libertarian_ish) September 25, 2012

#MichelleOsSchoolLunchMenu Morning after pills but no soda #tcot #Obama2012

— Prez Stompy Foot (@kpiper1980) September 25, 2012

#MichelleOsSchoolLunchMenu 8-FL OZ of Kool-Aid.

— Bill Balderama (@WJGBalderama) September 25, 2012

#MichelleOsSchoolLunchMenu Nanny State Nuggets.

— Graham (@PoofImGraham) September 25, 2012

I bet Chic-fil-A is definitely not on #MichelleOsSchoolLunchMenu

— Matt (@mjruden) September 25, 2012

Macaroni and Che's- #MichelleOsSchoolLunchMenu

— BigFurHat (@BigFurHat) September 25, 2012

Maybe some re-education will make you kids appreciate these new smaller portions.

If students are not eating what is offered on #MichelleOsSchoolLunchMenu, they simply need to be educated on how delicious it is.

— Shaka Dwayne (@ShakaDwayne) September 25, 2012

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Community Post: Which Famous DJ-Producer Should You Make A Song With?

The question is: Would you guys mix well together?

  1. Where would you want your first show to be?

    1. Miami

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      Los Angeles

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      New York

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      Las Vegas

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      San Francisco

  2. Which music genre do you listen to most?

    1. Pop
    2. Alternative
    3. Rock
    4. Oldies
    5. Jazz
    6. Rap

  3. Who inspires you to make music?

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      Daft Punk

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      Michael Jackson

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      Green Day

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      System of a Down

  4. Pick a party drink.

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      Lost Cherry

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      Long Island Iced Tea

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      Highland Cooler

  5. Which music festival would you like to headline?

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      Warped Tour

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      Ultra Music Festival

  6. What would you yell out during one of your sets?

    1. “Put your hands up!”
    2. “Make some noise!”
    3. “Sing along!”
    4. “Clap your hands!”
    5. “Take your shirts off!”
    6. I’d just sing

  7. Which clothing store would you allow to sell your merch?

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  8. Who do you see yourself competing against?

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      David Guetta

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Which Famous DJ-Producer Should You Make A Song With?

  1. You got: Avicii

    You guys would take EDM to the next level! This Swedish producer and DJ definitely knows how to make a catchy song. With tracks like “Levels” and “Wake Me Up,” your knowledge in progressive house music will only get better with him around. Congrats on your big hit!

    avicii / Via Twitter: @avicii
  2. You got: Calvin Harris

    You’re in luck! This Scottish DJ and producer has made some of the most memorable hits in the EDM genre. With tracks like “Summer” and “Feel So Close,” it seems like this guy can do no wrong. With his talent and your skills, you’re sure to get your name out there. Congrats on your big hit!

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  3. You got: Deadmau5

    This Canadian mouse-headed producer and DJ sure knows how to make a good dance track! His name has been out there for quite some time now, and so will yours when your collaboration hits the charts. With songs like “Ghosts ‘n’ Stuff” and “I Remember,” there’s no way your song with him will suck. Congrats on your big hit!

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