These “I’m so over it” fashion queens who call models “dahling” while making them starve themselves to death so they can stagger down a runway in a see-through garbage bag are way worse for women’s lib than the Taliban is.Comments/Enlarge |
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I wish I could tell you whether or not this Venice Beach Robocop’s legs were going “kzzzzzzzt kzzzzzzzt kzzzzzzzt kzzzzzzzt” with each step, but it was hard to hear over the sound of my mouth going “Haaaaa Haaaa Haaaa Haaaa.”Comments/Enlarge |
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This dad lives with his wife and five children in a one-room apartment with a combined kitchen-bathroom-closet in the Old City. He told me he always shuts himself in the closet to shoot up so his kids don’t see, and seemed to be a pretty good father, considering.
And here’s Omar finally shooting up. The den is another five minutes’ walk from one of the region’s other rehabs, the Noor Center, but with no police forcing him to clean up and no jobs around the camp to take on even if he did, the odds of him taking that stroll anytime soon are a good infinity to zero.
There are three Palestinian drug-rehab centers in East Jerusalem, none with much more than tattered old copies of NA books and coffee as far as facilities go. This one is the Tahara Center, which was supposedly built on the site of Moses’s grave.