Friday News Round-Up: Craziness Triple Plays, God Hates Facts, Etc.

This claim isn’t just nuts; it’s a sort of craziness triple play — a lie wrapped in an absurdity swaddled in paranoia.

If Trayvon Martin were my son, truth is, his killer would be in jail by now.

Somewhere, a nurse cranked up the volume on a radio, allowing the inane pronouncements of a DJ to dull the doctor’s voice. 

Sojourner Truth said the following: "The poor men seems to be all in confusion, and don't know what to do. Why children, if you have woman's rights, give it to her and you will feel better."

That charge was dismissed after Bales completed 20 hours of anger management training.

What could happen on the way home from the store with some Skittles and an iced tea?

Keep up the madness.  God hates facts.

Clearly someone isn't getting any PR help.

(With a bow to Fred Clark and his masterful Slactivist blog, from which I freely admit I've cadged the style of this list of postings.)