Ever since Blondie submitted her story about Emily Bazelon’s article “What Really Happened to Phoebe Prince?”, I have thought of little else. Nothing gets to me quite like an attack on a victims character and dignity.

But something about Ms. Bazelon’s piece bothered me more than usual. Now I’m rarely at a loss for words, but when I tried to write about what I was feeling, the words sounded clumsy and hesitant, like two teenagers making their first attempt at physical love.

I knew what Emily Bazelon had written was morally reprehensible, and I could tell you why. It was pretty obvious to just about everyone that she had crossed a line that should not be crossed when she tried to put so much of the blame for Phoebe Prince’s predicament on Phoebe herself. That was easy.

UPDATE: Well, The interview is online now. Could I have said “Um” any more often? Well, at least they mentioned PYSIH at the beginning, so we can say I threw myself on my sword for the good of the website.

ORIGINAL POST

The other day, as I was checking my email, I found this interesting item.

—–Original Message—–
From: Jenny Churchill [mailto:**********@*******]
Sent: Thursday, March 11, 2010 12:44 PM
To: admin@pysih.com
Subject: : Television Interview

A Clockwork Orange

It’s a stinking world because there’s no law and order anymore! It’s a stinking world because it lets the young get on to the old, like you done. Oh, it’s no world for an old man any longer. What sort of a world is it at all? Men on the moon, and men spinning around the earth, and there’s not no attention paid to earthly law and order no more.

For anyone who has either seen the movie or read the 1962 novel by Anthony Burgess, A Clockwork Orange is an experience not soon forgotten.

Alex, our humble friend and narrator, would be comfortable with the situation in the UK today. I submit exhibit A into evidence.

Well, after hours on the phone with Dell Technical Service, a lot of time wasted chasing my tail, being told my hard drive was totally corrupted and all data on it was lost, and a healthy dose of PFM (Pure Fucking Magic), I managed to salvage my hard drive without losing very much data at all. All I have to say is it’s a good thing I didn’t take the the techs word that my drive was trashed as the gospel truth, but instead took a few minutes to try out some things I picked up while troubleshooting with him on the phone before reformatting the entire thing, or I really would have lost everything.

Due to circumstances beyond my control, my PC had a major meltdown Tuesday morning. I’m in the process of replacing the damaged hard drive and hopefully recovering all the important data from my backup discs. Until then I wll be pretty scarce, and you guys will be on your own. It should only be a couple of days at most before I’m online again for good (right now I’m borrowing my daughter Megan’s laptop – How do people use these little fucking keyboards man?).

-Max

So.

You say you love PYSIH.com, but do you really?

Are we a webpage you consider as a guilty pleasure or are we something you wouldn’t mind showing off to mom?

Over the years we’ve had a number of requests for PYSIH.com merchandise. Stuff like t-shirts and mugs and so on.

The problem we faced here, however, was that we can’t draw to save our lives. We have absolutely no artistic skill whatsoever. As proof, we’d like to show you this picture of a cat that we just drew:

When I first wrote up the Diane Schuler tragedy back in July of 2009, the facts were still coming in. I tried to keep every up to the minute with frequent updates, but it was impossible to catch every development when it happened.

Fortunately for this website, one of our regulars, FuzzyWuzzy, became admittedly obsessed with finding the truth behind all the bullshit that came out of the Schuler and Hance family camps concerning the head-on collision that claimed the lives of Diane and 7 innocent victims. He posted several comments stating his findings, and they were good – very, very good.

So I was laying by the fire, warming the family jewels and thinking of everything that’s happened in the year since my last Christmas greeting to the readers of People You’ll See In Hell. I recalled with a smile the many flame wars we had this year, with some of the most pathetic trolls, friends and family members I’ve seen on PYSIH.

Who can ever forget James, the man who had the answers to how we should deal with drunk drivers who kill innocent people. His solutions, which basically added up to getting a note signed by your parents and promising that you will never, ever do that again – pinky finger to God, left a lot to be desired, but they were an endless source of amusement.