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A real investigation would examine particular claims and evidence. Instead, Republicans on the committee tried to foreclose the whole inquiry by quoting broad statements (made by former intelligence officials on talk shows and the salon circuit) that no evidence exists. They also cynically stripped the statements of important caveats. When Comey and Rogers said they couldn’t rebut these statements about a lack of evidence (since to do so would reveal classified or investigation-related information), Republicans portrayed that as confirmation of Trump’s innocence. This is an attempt to end the investigation before it begin

The Elephant Man is one of David Lynch’s most critically acclaimed films, and also one of his least weird – which is saying something, considering it’s a movie about a traveling circus freak. John Merrick, nicknamed “the Elephant Man,” suffers from his horrible deformities. To make it worse, he’s exploited by some heartless freak show operators. That is, until he befriends the sympathetic Dr. Frederick Treves, played by Anthony Hopkins. Treves rescues Merrick from the brutal freak show circuit, offers him shelter, companionship, respect, and shows the world that the so-called “Elephant Man” is more than his deformities.

The movie had this all backwards, mostly because the film was based on Treves’ accounts – not Merrick’s – and the doctor’s biased point of view naturally made its way into the script, including the inaccurate recollection of the poor guy’s name. According to Merrick himself, it was Treves who was exploiting him, not the freak shows. Treves didn’t care about Merrick, and they weren’t friends – as evidenced by the fact that Treves couldn’t even get the guy’s name right (it was Joseph Merrick, not John).

And rather than being a near-illiterate captive of barbaric slavers, Merrick was in fact clever, well-traveled, and led a surprisingly normal life despite his appearance. It was only after he injured his hip in a bad fall and became unable to work that he chose to join the freak shows, and they apparently treated him very well.

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Creepypasta #1076: My Friend Is Sending Me These Weird Texts

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I threw a Halloween party last night, and lots of people came that weren’t, strictly speaking, invited. I wasn’t going to be a hard-ass about it, and there were enough of my friends that showed up that I was able to enlist them to help keep an eye on my place and make sure people didn’t wander places they weren’t welcome. 

Before long, everyone was mingling and having a good time. I saw my buddy Dave chatting up this really attractive girl that I didn’t know, and I remember thinking “good luck, she’s out of your league”, and I think she even asked him out to dinner, but then I promptly forgot about it since I was busy with hosting duties. The only reason I remember it now is because I got a series of increasingly odd texts from Dave after the party. Here’s how it started: 

12:15 am/ Dave: Dood, where am I?

12:16 am/ Me: Dunno. Home, maybe?

12:18 am/ Dave: No. I was at ur party. Now I’m somewhere else.

12:19 am/ Me: Yes, that happens when you leave a party.

12:20 am/ Dave: No, man. I didn’t leave ur party. I was there talking 2 this girl, now I’m here in this room.

12:20 am/ Me: What room?

12:23 am/ Dave: It’s got wood paneled walls, old looking green couch, a blue upholstered wing back chair, an ugly oil painting, some sort of metal disk on the floor, and an old wooden TV.

12:24 am/ Me: A wooden TV?

12:25 am/ Dave: U know- an old tube TV inside a wood cabinet- looks 60s-ish. WTF? Just turned it on. It’s black n white.

12:25 am/ Me: Ok.

12:26 am/ Dave: There’s no door. Or Windows. What is this place? Did you do this?

12:27 am/ Me: Do what? Roofie you and stick you in a room made of the 60s with no way out? No. No, I didn’t.

I’m cutting in here because we spent the next several texts going back and forth - him accusing me of drugging him because I wanted to meet this girl he had been talking to and me denying it; then him telling me what he could pick up on the TV. It sounded like some sort of closed circuit showing him other rooms similar to his, some with a person, and some empty; and finally him giving me a running commentary on his attempts to find a way out of the room. I was ready to tell him I had to go to bed when this happened:

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