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Coach / Kid Toucher Found Dead

Ray Totten, the local tennis coach who did some really creepy shit to minors, was found dead yesterday....the day of the beginning of his trial.

From NWF Daily News:

Ray Totten, a former high school coach charged with sexually molesting a student, was found dead Wednesday at his sister's home.

Totten, who was facing 65 counts of lewd and lascivious molestation, was scheduled to go on trial Wednesday morning.

Totten's minister found his body when she arrived at his sister's home in Fort Walton Beach to pick him up for court, said Fort Walton Beach Police Capt. Darrell Bruhn. Police were called to the scene at 221 Bradley Drive at 8:22 a.m.

No sign of foul play or evidence of suicide were found at the scene, Bruhn said.

...Totten, 47, had spent four years as Fort Walton Beach High School's tennis coach and was in his first year as golf coach when he was arrested May 28.

The arrest came after a 14-year-old boy told his parents that Totten had been sexually abusing him several times a week since December 2007.

Fort Walton Beach police originally charged Totten with 50 counts of lewd and lascivious molestation for incidents alleged to have occurred on school grounds.

In September, the Okaloosa County Sheriff's Office added 15 more molestation charges stemming from incidents believed to have occurred at Totten's home.

He also was accused of tampering with evidence for trying to dismantle a flash drive lawmen said contained 30 to 40 images of the victim's genitals.


There's plenty of snark to go all over this story...but rather than that, just read the comments on the story. Gems, one and all.

Jason Mraz Has Stuff To Say About The Election

If you're still deciding on a candidate this November, the most helpful tool you could use is the WWJMD?™ method. (Bracelet patent pending)

When not singing or dressed as a well-endowed underwear-clad furrie, Jason Mraz has stuff to say:

Last year Bob Dylan compiled a song list for Starbucks' Artist Choice Series. In addition to offering up a keen selection of country, blues, and jazz, he also supplied notes and commentary as to why he held the songs in such regard. BUT, the best part was the forward.

He wrote, "When I was asked to put together this collection of songs, I wasn't sure what to do. So I just grabbed a bunch of things I was into recently. Some people have favorite songs, but I've got songs of the minute -- songs that I'm listening to right now. And if you ask me about one of those songs a year from now, I might not even remember who did it, but at the moment it's everything to me."


What the fuck do this have to do with anything?......you might say:

I bring this up as today's lesson: Nothing is final. One day you're high. The next day you're low. You might have a funky, expressive, or awful haircut today, but soon it will grow into something else, something new and random. Maybe you grew up liking pop music and boy bands, but now you like a specific mash up of Electronic & Classical. You might decide you don't want to smoke cigarettes anymore; that it's just not who you are. Maybe you were a staunch republican but now have curiosities about the well-spoken and well-organized Democratic Nominee. Perhaps you were madly in love last week, but woke up today feeling comfort in solitude, without a desire to be held.


Well-spoken is elitist for uppity negro, I believe.

Let's continue:

Everything is fine. Not finAL.

We tend to instantly identify with "things." And we believe in so much, when in fact, a belief isn't known to be true. It's a hope for the truth. We hold grudges because of what someone said when we were young. We store hurtful words and replay them in our minds until we think it to be true. And some of us believe a TV commercial and think we need a faster computer, a smarter phone, a stronger pill, a more relaxed-fit jean, etc. We think that certain things, thoughts, or actions make us who we are and sometimes we become addicted to those thoughts or behaviors and then become too afraid to let them go.


In summary: Shut the fuck up, Jason Mraz.

Creepiest Political Ad Of The Year

Beware Of Ballon People

Just like furries or people that are really into "clowning", they're fucking creepy.

via Sully