In Appalachia and in the American South there are some Christians who take literally passages of the bible that other adherents to the faith might consider to be metaphor. These followers of Christ's teachings put to the test the biblical notion that true believers can take up venomous snakes without suffering injury. On this episode of Where is the Line? we'll be talking about a snake handling preacher from Alabama named Glenn Summerford. Summerford found himself in the national spotlight in 1991 after being accused of attempting to murder his wife using the same Copperheads and Diamondback rattlesnakes that he often clutched during religious services.
In 1942, a dentist named Dr. Lytle Adams invented a weapon which he hoped would help end World War II. The idea was this: A bomb casing would be filled with hibernating bats. Each bat would wear a miniature suicide vest filled with Napalm. Any populace unfortunate enough to have this weapon unleashed upon them would face not only the nightmarish scenario of having thousands of bats flitting about their city, but they would also find their infrastructure engulfed in flames once these flying menaces were detonated. As unlikely as it seems, prototypes of this weapon would be developed and tested by 3 branches of the U.S. military. By the time the American military decided to discard this seemingly preposterous idea, they had spent today's equivalent of 28 million dollars and a New Mexico military facility had been accidentally incinerated.
In July 2005, a 45 year old man named Kenneth Pinyan aka “Mr. Hands” died from internal injuries that he obtained by receiving anal sex from an Arabian Stallion. Shortly thereafter, a video supposedly depicting the incident circulated widely around the Internet becoming one of the most famous shock videos available online. Pinyan’s death brought unwanted attention to a secretive but surprisingly large network of zoophiles in the U.S. In this episode, we’ll cover the circumstances surrounding Pinyan’s peculiar death. We’ll fill you in on correspondence that we had with an actual zoophile, and we’ll spend far too much time talking about lube and butt plugs.