Ohio, WTF?
Maybe Jeff Gill can shed more light on the most recent horrific child abuse case to be revealed in rural, or semi-rural Ohio. This one is in Licking County, where he lives. Once again, the mugshots do not disappoint:
And the details are ghastly. Nine kids and two adults, perhaps three adults, living in “horrific conditions” in a single-wide trailer:
The juveniles, between ages 1 and 13, were removed from the home and two adults were arrested. A twelfth person — a 64-year-old — was reportedly also in the home, according to the sheriff’s office.
According to the sheriff’s office, the living conditions were “horrific” and the initial complaint originated from the Licking County school district, which alerted child services.
At least four of the kids lived in a shed adjacent to the home, the sheriff’s office said.
Jonathan Parr, who is reportedly the father to seven of the nine children, was charged with child endangerment and subjected two nonbiological children to physical abuse, court records state. He also has prior felony convictions out of Wisconsin and multiple weapons charges, records state.
We are living in “Idiocracy,” but it’s a horror movie. So many of the smart young people I know are putting off children, or ruling it out entirely, either because they feel they can’t afford it, or because they’re so pessimistic about the state of the world that they don’t want to subject their own flesh and blood to a burning planet already barreling headlong into World War III. I know there are arguments to be made against this, but when you’re the one facing two decades of child-rearing, it’s hard to sell optimism.
And meanwhile, Mr. Parr here has seven kids, now scarred for life.
Sorry to start you off with a bummer. JD Vance is in Michigan as I write this, and truth be told, it’s kinda comical:
JD Vance: "I want to give a few shoutouts. First of all, your next governor, the great Congressman John James. He's not with us this afternoon."
— Aaron Rupar (@atrupar.com) October 15, 2026 at 4:54 PM
Box office poison, JD!
Boy, watching that circus clown augur in after the fall of MAGA is going to be so delicious. A phonier phony never did phony. I had “JD/Usha split” on my 2026 Bingo card, but I didn’t know at the time she had a bun in the oven. I’m carrying it over to 2027, because I believe sooner or later she’s going to realize her husband has spent the last two years cozying up to people who call her a jeet behind her back, and she’ll either grow a spine or simply whistle for a lifeboat off the sinking ship.
And weren’t we just talking about the NYT and their both-sidesing? Getta loada this:
Here was the “suggestion,” by the way:
During a visit to Tyler, Texas, on Wednesday, JD Vance opened a rally in support of the Republican nominee, Ken Paxton, by addressing a man in the crowd who expressed his admiration. “I love you too sir,” Mr. Vance said. “In a totally platonic way, to be clear. I’m the vice president, not James Talarico.”
He paused for effect, smiling as he waited for applause.
A common view of Mr. Vance is that he is a chameleon, capable of quickly toggling from sharp-edged attacks to common-sense statesmanship at a moment’s notice, depending on what he needs. His claim about the sexuality of Mr. Talarico, who Democrats believe represents their best hope of winning a Senate seat in Texas in decades, shows the kind of personal broadsides that Mr. Vance embraces in a tough campaign environment.
Ha ha, such a funny guy. I used to cringe a little when people kept making the Vance-fucks-couches crack, but now I hope it hangs over his stupid head until he dies.
The latest useful-journalism story going around is about the GOP congressman who yelled at a reporter — a student reporter, no less — asking him tough questions, telling her she “didn’t have permission” to record him. This in a gaggle of reporters, all of who were recording. “This is a two-party state,” he said, meaning that both parties must consent to being recorded, “and I don’t consent.” A high-school student could explain that such issues pertain only to private conversations, in person or over the phone. A person in public has no expectation of privacy, and a press gaggle is certainly a public event. Lots of TV stations are dragging a lawyer or two in to explain this to the idiots in single-wide trailers who might have believed the congressman had a right to say, “You, turn your recorder off. Everyone else, carry on. Next question.”
OK, then. Into the weekend we slide. Less than three weeks until the elections.