Uh... no... "Blood Alcohol Content" levels don't work that way...

He blew a B.A.C. of 0.28%, not 28%. Around a quarter of one percent of his blood was alcohol. Alcohol is THAT toxic to you, that less than half a percent can kill you.

28% is like, embalming fluid kinda shit...

His .28 is like, 2 dozen american beer or a Canadian six-pack.

I also figure he probably downed a flask to get rid of the evidence before being pulled over and that probably dropped him from "merely shitfaced" to "mortally endangered" by the time they tested him.

Just say no to embalming.

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When I die I want to be embalmed with vodka. My parts can be recycled if need be.

When Joan Rivers dies it's safe to say they can skip the embalming.

I so did read them. Guess what else I read... the worst porn literature IN THE WORLD. So abysmal, I really enjoyed it. I'm allowed though, cos I do read reputable things too. And now I have a kindle, my new baby... fuck the kids, what kids???

Good to hear from you sugar, hope all is well in your world and your sons too. I'm glad you are only "semi-retired", the internet would definitely not be the same without ya! And Elton John died back in '97, shortly after Diana. Tragic times, we couldn't cope with the loss of two queens. Embalming fluid, puppetry and mirrors, no one knows the difference.
In reply to this comment by kronosposeidon:
It's about damn time. I thought I was gonna have to kill some videos just to speed up the process. My tired, lazy, "old man" ass can't handle being on top anymore. Doctor's orders.

Enjoy your retirement. It's pretty sweet. I'm semi-retired from the entire internet these days. I actually started reading shit again. I wasn't sure if my addlepated old brain was up to it, but amazingly I can handle it. And there not even books about sparkly vampires. (Ha ha, I still know you read them.)

Now open your front door and brace yourself for a bright light. It's called the "sun". (Or maybe not. In England I think the sun only comes out once per monarch.)

I hope the kids are doing well. And you too. God save Elton John!
In reply to this comment by alien_concept:
I am now placed firmly on top of you! Finally, my greatest dreams recognised. I can now go into retirement, save me a comfortable armchair old man xxx

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Doubt my organs will be any use to any one so there goes that. I dont like the idea of embalming so I dont want to be buried with a bunch of chemicals and mouth and eyes sewn shut. I've always wanted to be cremated with my ashes poured into the river Liffey so that I may be made into Guiness plus I want to be in Ireland.

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Better start praying, inferior one. I AM your God.

>> ^westy:

well this is perfectly normal in some cultures.

its funny how some people react as if this is totally mental yet at the same time im sure manny of them invest years of there life praying to god.

Embalm me baby...

From Heinlein's 'Stranger in a Strange Land':

On the planet Terra the flapper system developed slowly. Time was when any Terran sovereign held public court so that the lowliest might come before him without intermediary. Traces of this persisted long after kings became scarce - an Englishman could "Cry Harold!" (although none did) and the smarter city bosses still left their doors open to any gandy dancer of bindlestiff far into the twentieth century. A remnant of the principle was embalmed in Amendments I and IX of the United States Constitution, although superseded by the Articles of World Federation.

By the time the Champion returned from Mars the principle of access to the sovereign was dead in fact, regardless of the nominal form of government, and the importance of a personage could be told by the layers of flappers cutting him off from the mob. They were known as executive assistants, private secretaries, secretaries to private secretaries, press secretaries, receptionists, appointment clerks, et cetera - but all were "flappers" as each held arbitrary veto over communication from the outside.

These webs of officials resulted in unofficials who flapped the Great Man without permission from official flappers, using social occasions, or back-door access, or unlisted telephone numbers. These unofficials were called: "golfing companion," "kitchen cabinet," "lobbyist," "elder statesman," "fiver-percenter," and so forth. The unofficials grew webs, too, until they were almost as hard to reach as the Great Man, and secondary unofficials sprang up to circumvent the flappers of primary unofficials. With a personage of foremost importance the maze of unofficials was as complex as the official phalanxes surrounding a person merely very important.

OK, I’ll hide back here in the thread. I’m in Chicago, but I’ve lived in San Francisco, Ohio, Barcelona and Berlin.I’ve supported myself for years in visual fields, photography, film, fine art. I work on commercial photoshoots, and tv commercials in the art department, primarily doing things that involve textiles – wardrobe, interiors, products. I studied film in school and had aims to be a screenwriter. The cigarette advertising script garnered interest but was poorly timed. I still hold out hope for the telepathic photocopier script. I like to make things out of an epoxy called PC-7. Lamps, furniture,embalmed fruit. I love to photograph animals and I get commissions. I keep a rescue horse at a friend's farm. I play guitar badly and sincerely, since I was a kid. And I’m a demon gardner. Beer, yes. 27 real teeth, one fake. Toe nail polish. Lucky in life. Iffy posture.

Judging by that video, it appears as if Barker was embalmed before he died. He hasn't aged a bit. I guess his body just halted at 80 or so.

I can post some vids of the boys and their families on 60 Minutes and a number of other TV appearances tearing Nifong several new ones.

But I agree with you completely, gorgonheap, that the cable news media did in this case what cable news media always does -- breathlessly hyped a story without analysis or care and then skulked away to breathlessly cover the death and embalming of the bovine Vicki Smith.

I disagree that the damage cannot be undone. The defendants are getting due process of law, even if they are not getting due process of screaming head TV. All of the accused will get their education paid for by Duke. They will have no problem getting jobs because I feel that 90% of the nation sympathizes with them now. They will still be white. They will still be affluent.

And Durham, NC will still have a festering townie/gownie race problem.