Quote from: tekla on July 21, 2011, 10:11:21 PM
It's the only FtM murder on the books anyone can find. I would not make too much of it. It's not likely to be repeated.
I have to call BS on that one, but due to personal experience. I grew up in Nebraska, I have been to both Falls City and Humboldt. I have been chased out of Humboldt by people who wanted to kill me soooooo, I disagree. It is likely to be repeated. And honestly the entire situation was absolutely crazy and made no sense when it happened to me. I flat out knew NOBODY and had done NOTHING.
My two best friends and I were going camping at a lake to the west of Humboldt called Kirkman's Cove right after graduation our senior year of high school. I had been taken there many times in the past by a friend who lived in Auburn, Nebraska (which is about 20 minutes away, and where I spent pretty much every weekend of two years and both summers with my friend and her family) but I had never actually been in Humboldt itself, always just drove by to the lake. It got dark while we were out driving around and we couldn't find the turn back to the lake so we stopped at a bar right off the highway to ask directions since it was about 11 pm and nothing else was open (I ->-bleeped-<- you not there is not so much as a gas station open that late within like 50 freaking miles or more).
I walk in looking like nothing more than either a small lesbian or a 13 year old boy behind my two friends (seriously how they got away with being different and not almost getting killed in comparison to how looked I do not know). One of my friends is a very obviously female girl with a very obviously butch lesbian appearance (we are talking DD cups with a hair cut that looked like one of the lollipop guild ;p) and my gay male friend all gothed out in Hot Topic attire, glitter, and painted nails. I was literally wearing jeans and a white tshirt and was binding at the time... so I may never understand WHY I was picked out of that group lol. I only describe what we looked like because it makes it all so much ->-bleeped-<-ing crazier what happened.
They walked in a few feet ahead of me and went straight up to the bar to ask directions. The second I walked about 4 feet through the door an older woman sitting at a table with a few guys pointed right at me and simple said, "We should take that one out and shoot it." I just walked by, got to my friends and told them we needed to leave. They basically told me to stop acting weird until they turned around and saw the entire freaking bar just staring at me. So we all kind of just shuffled our way to the door and hopped in the car and took off down the high way to the lake.
A bit after closing time for bars they did come to the lake looking for us, shot guns in hand and everything. A whole freaking posse of rednecks came to hunt me. It was ->-bleeped-<-ing great. Thank God for 4 wheel drive, off road driving, creative driving (made our own exit through a pasture since there is only ONE road in and out) and enough gas to not stop till we made it back to Omaha. If all of those things did not exist I would not be alive today.