Six bullets, we now know, crumpled Michael Brown in the middle of a Ferguson, Mo., street. All of them struck Brown in the front of his body, contradicting reports he was shot in the back as he fled, though one hit the top of his head. Expect that bullet—along with another head shot—to get outsize attention, as people continue to puzzle together Brown's death.

That outcry over that situation—along with all the parallel, related, or wholly unconnected grievances people are working out in Ferguson—is only growing stronger and more chaotic. Last night marked the worst night of unrest since this began. Cops say they were targeted with molotov cocktails, gunfire, and a coordinated movement against their command center. They threatened to fire on reporters for shining lights in the wrong direction. The beginning of school has been delayed. The Missouri National Guard is moving in.

(It wasn't such a great weekend in Portland, either. Three people were shot early Sunday morning near the downtown Voodoo Donuts. And a woman was murdered by gunfire in East Portland.)

By the way, if Ferguson were in another country? The coverage would be in the remote and impersonal language of a foreign dust up. It would read like this.

Like this, too: A story about how Kurdish fighters have sent Islamic State fighters scampering from an important dam after American airstrikes wrought havoc and death on the hardline insurgents.

Someone's killing fleeing refugees in Ukraine. It's the rebels, says the government. The rebels aren't saying anything just yet. Meanwhile, that convoy of mysterious Russian "humanitarian aid?" Might make it into Ukraine, after all.

Just the ticket for turning the tide in Detroit (toward an NRA fever dream): Everyone should own guns, according to the police chief.

The beloved TriMet "Free Rail Zone" is back! And it's the entire city!... and it's today only.

Babies gorged themselves unashamedly at Clackamas Town Center yesterday.

My favorite part of all this coverage of an enormous and proud old gator being murdered by an Alabama family is learning that the Alabama Media Group—a distant cousin to our own Oregonian Media Group—has like four reporters who write about alligator hunting.

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