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Though I unsubbed from christianity I've been continuing to peek in there. There I saw this:

Jesus actor struck by lightning

Actor Jim Caviezel has been struck by lightning while playing Jesus in Mel Gibson's controversial film The Passion Of Christ.

The lightning bolt hit Caviezel and the film's assistant director Jan Michelini while they were filming in a remote location a few hours from Rome.

It was the second time Michelini had been hit by lightning during the shoot.

Neither of them was badly hurt, according to the film's producer Steve McEveety.

I'm glad nobody was hurt, but... this is almost like something out of a Terry Pratchett novel. Is God trying to send a message here?

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Six times over the last several months, Nat Heatwole smuggled box cutters, bleach, knives, and clay (to simulate plastic explosive) onto airliners. Upon his arrest he described his actions as 'an act of civil disobedience with the aim of improving public safety for the air-traveling public.'

What he demonstrated more than anything else, is that civil liberties cannot be traded for security.

I particularly liked Ted Rall's commentary on the matter. He wrote,

I flew from Ohio to New York the day after Nat Heatwole's perp walk. At Dayton International Airport, where three TSA screeners were recently fired for harassing an AirTrans pilot for FWS (flying while swarthy), America's first line of defense against terrorism was furiously wanding a terrified three-year-old in a pink dress who'd been pulled from the line for a random check. "That's funny," the guy behind me smiled as they made the girl stretch her little arms out to the side.

Osama thinks so too.

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I suppose it's better than having property on the Hershey Highway (which I'm guessing would be PA 422):

A British couple have been forced to move house because of the shame caused by the name of their street -- Butt Hole Road.

Paul and Lisa Allott sold their $250,000 bungalow in Conisbrough, northern England after living there for just 15 months, fed up with the constant leg-pulling.

from What's in a Name? Everything When the Name is Butt