This story about the Berkeley family killed in Tilden Park by the husband over business problems is so sad. Friends of the family describe the husband, Kevin Morrissey, as "brittle," "desperate," and as having a "very controlling side," though by all accounts deeply in love with his wife. The wife, Mamiko Kawai, is described as a wonderful doctor and the two girls as adorable. The CIA will neither confirm nor deny the husband's claims that he worked for them (hey, let's ask Bob Novak!). The husband bought the gun two months ago and complied with the mandatory waiting-period provisions before taking it home.
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We Read The Weeklies
For some reason, last week's winner, the East Bay Express, was not delivered to our usual pickup spot this week, so we gotta write the summary based on the website. Cover article about Eddy Zheng, just like the Bay Guardian. Someone sues in small claims court for $7.55 (over a hair in the plaintiff's soup.) Rock meltdowns -- and speaking of which, the Dinosaur Jr. reunion tour!
Oh, SF Weekly -- your Karen Carpenter Superstar cover article reenacting the Gaverly romance with Barbie-esque dolls is too good to be true!!!!! Open up Adobe for these pics, folks, the .pdfs are worth the wait!! Tommy Craggs, you're a genius! A GENIUS!!! Additional bonus: are you an Apologist for douchebag Bob Novak? This is bullsh**! And Savage is back, about the outing of the guy who worked for Santorum (capital S, not the other kind) and the guy who had sex with a horse in Washington state. (and while we're on the political, check Savage out in his guest blogging for Andrew Sullivan!)
The horse-sex-less Guardian and the pick of the week, after the jump.
Breaking News -- Read it and Weep
We just got a note that the Electronic Frontier Foundation has not only gotten a draft copy of the new PATRIOT Act, but they've published it online! Sure, Paul Krugman probably got this a week ago, and is probably sitting down over a caramel macchiato, chuckling about the New York Times charging people for the privelege of reading his columns online, and coming up with zingers that will slay -- just -- Bob Novak. But see, he doesn't go put the PDFs on the internets like our homies at the EFF. Mad props.

