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Maryland State Thugs Bash Boy

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Cops (I am tempted to call them pigs, but why should I insult myself?) in the US state of Maryland pounced on a 21-year-old man doing a silly dance while celebrating his basketball team’s win, beat the crap out of him, and then blamed the boy’s injuries on their own horses!

The baton-wielding thugs later claimed in a report that the boy had attacked them (well, they would wouldn’t they?) and that the horses had simply jumped to their riders’ defense! Problem with this story is that another of the students present at the incident had a video camera and his footage clearly shows an unprovoked case of assault and battery, and it sure as hell wasn’t the horses wielding those batons.

And how small are the chances these guys will do any jail time for this brutal crime? Very small of course, and even then they will be under protective custody and probably get special treatment from their buddies the guards. One has to wonder how often this happens without a camera being present, and if the accounts of other students are anything to go by, it probably happens quite often – on that particular night it apparently happened another five times, it just wasn’t filmed.

When asked about the incident the Police Chief feigned outrage by saying…

“I was outraged.”

But what has he actually done with this outrage? Not much, he has merely suspended one of the officers, so what he felt must have been a surprisingly mild case of outrage. The chief also says that the other cops involved in the attack will probably be fired, but the victim’s family think at least some of them should go to jail and I agree – if Joe average picked up by heavy stick and beat the crap out of someone on video you can bet he’d get a lot worse than just a dismissal from his job.

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Nannie Doss Got The Pussy Pass

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Nannie Doss was an American serial killer who between the 1920s and the 1950s wiped out 11 members of her family -four husbands, two of her own children, her dear old mom, both sisters, a nephew, a granddaughter and a grandson!

As is so often the case with female serial killers, Doss’s weapon of choice was poison -except in the cases of her two-year-old grandson whom she suffocated, and a newborn granddaughter through whose skull she stuck a hat pin!

Apart from being yet another example of the kind of evil woman Western society likes to sweep under the rug, Doss is of interest for two other reasons. The first is that it is difficult to imagine that a male serial killer could kill so many members of his family and take 30 years to be found out! Imagine a man who loses wife after wife in suspicious circumstances and doesn’t have the police pouncing on him after the second or third one! Yet in the case of Doss, it a three decade murder spree before a doctor finally realized there was something suspicious about the death of her fifth husband and had ordered an autopsy which revealed that the man is system was filled with arsenic!

The other thing that caught my attention about this case was that the authorities refused to pursue the death penalty simply because she was a woman! No obfuscation here, they actually stated outright that no one in that state had ever pursued the death penalty against a woman and they werent going to be the first. So instead of being executed Nannie Doss was simply thrown into jail, where she died 10 years later from leukemia -let’s hope it was slow and painful. In this sense things have probably improved somewhat in the last 50 years or so as the authorities had no problem executing Aileen Wuornos, despite the fact that she killed no children and no members of the sacred sex.

Doss’ murders, jolly disposition and the fact that no one seemed willing to suspect her are the prime inspiration behind a screenplay that Michael is currently working on. If anything comes of this I will let you know, but let’s keep in mind that Michael has a history of starting yet never finishing quite a few screenplays – so don’t be holding your breath for a Nannie Doss movie anytime soon.

Pappas The Mad Weasel Strikes Again!

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For anyone who doubts that what many feminists would like to see in the West is something akin to a reverse of Sharia law, here’s yet another example of NOW calling for a woman’s testimony to be worth twice as much as that of a mere male’s.

Marcia Pappas, the bloated bag of bile in charge of New York’s branch of the National Organization of Weasels, is calling for Adam Bradley, the mayor of White Plains, N.Y, to resign after being charged with domestic violence against his owner  Fumiko Bradley.

The bad dog stands accused of slamming his wife’s hand in a car door and of throwing hot tea at her. Damn, he should just have knocked her teeth out with a golf club instead! No wait, you only get away with that if you’re a woman married to a certain golfer….

What matters of course is not what Bradley is accused of, nor whether he is guilty or innocent, but rather that once again Pappas is calling for a woman’s allegations to be taken at face value. This is what Pappas did with Hiram Monserrate and Governor David Patterson so what we have here is yet another  case of damn the jury, damn the judge, if a woman says it happened, then it must have happened – and let’s all  forget the fact that Bradley’s wife wants to drop the entire case!

Pappas and her weasels weren’t happy to just make statements though, they turned up at  the courthouse to harass and shout slogans at the accused man!

And how many other weasels did Pappas bring with her? Twenty! That’s how unrepresentative these scumbags  are of the community, yet somehow when they speak guys like Obama still listen! How hard would it be to get at least 20 men to turn up for a counter-demonstration? Obviously I’m not about to fly to New York, but if even twenty men turned up to shout back at these harpies they would probably piss themselves and run away screaming!

PS.
The photo of Pappas was taken late last year at a press conference called by NOW to blame Ms Pappas’ weight problem on the man who sells her all that fried cheese.

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Sandra Bullock Deserves To Suffer

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Funnily enough, I have actually been feeling animosity towards Bullock’s skank-humping husband Jesse James, as Bullock does seem to have a rep in Hollywood as a pretty nice woman, but alas, I forgot that there’s no such thing as a nice woman in Hollyweird – they’re all man hating matriarchal monsters of one stripe or another.

Earlier this year when asked about the Tiger Woods string of affairs, Bullock showed the misandry that lurks beneath so many of today’s pretty façades…

“If I were Elin … man, I would have hit a lot more than she did … I would have kept hitting!”

“You would still be swinging the golf club?” the interviewer asks.

“Yeah, she stopped. She was respectable. I’d get the baseball bat, I’d get everything out.”

So it seems that Jesse James, for all his obvious faults, is an instrument of the universe, an emissary of Karma, and as they say, Karma is a bitch – but then, so is Sandra Bullock.

I used to wonder why James would cheat on such a fine looking piece of Milf, but the above statements bring up the possibility that Bullock is enough of a cow at home to drive even a tough guy husband to seek comfort with another woman, so perhaps Bullock is getting her just desserts in more ways than one.

Is this post a case of kicking somebody when they’re down? Yes it is, and it’s a good thing for Bullock I don’t have a baseball bat in the house. People have to understand that this is a war, and that in a war you don’t stop shooting just because the enemy is down, you keep shooting till he’s dead.

ManHating Hollywood dirtbag here.

Caught In A Bad Romance

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After months of diligently ignoring this Lady Gaga person, I finally got down to listening to her stuff and have found her to be both a delightful discovery and a bit of a worry.

Her music, which she apparently writes herself, is catchy, addictive and just plain exciting, but that alas is where Gaga’s virtues end. This horse-faced bastard daughter of Marilyn Manson and Madonna Ciccone differs from other pop tarts only in that she has some serious songwriting ability, a head full of intellectual and artistic pretensions, and hasn’t yet put out a sex tape.

Not only are the former Stefani Germanotta’s videos replete with the bacchanalia so beloved of contemporary youth, but like so many of today’s empty headed young women, little Stefani insists on telling us what she thinks, and what she thinks is pretty much the dark crap one would except from a girl who spent her school years being the class weirdo.

From glamorizing dysfunctional relationships in “Bad Romance”, to excusing female sexual dishonesty in “Poker Face” ( a song apparently inspired by Gaga’s habit of fantasizing about women while getting it on with men ) to declaring career to be more important than relationships (which of course marks her as strong and independent rather than as “commitmentphobic”) to her promotion of the worst aspects of gay culture, in Lady Gaga we have the embodiment of everything that is wrong with the modern feminist woman: a delusional sense of self-importance that makes Ted Turner look like a shrinking violet; an obsession with sex that makes Wilt Chamberlain look like a eunuch; and a fixation on external appearance that makes Donatella Versace look like Mother Teresa.

And yes, contrary to her previous statements, Little Ms Empty Vessel now identifies herself as “a little bit of a feminist” and is starting to spout a lot of unsurprising rhetoric such as claims that the video for “Bad Romance” is about “how the entertainment industry can, in a metaphorical way, simulate human trafficking — products being sold, the woman perceived as a commodity,” and whining about women in the music industry not being allowed to sing about sex!

Then there’s her AIDS charity work which of course is all about the wiminz, her claims that her sexuality is commented on because she is a woman rather than because her ass is constantly in everyone’s faces, and her supposed bisexuality, something which could previously have been seen as catering to male fantasies but which now takes on the covert separatist message of “I don’t need men.” Before you know it, little Stefani will  be whining about the wage gap and opening a girls-only school in Africa!

So as Mamma Ciccone gets gnarlier and older and starts to stink up the castle, the Feminist Pop Icon crown seems about to be picked up by this little chippie, and the postmodern feminist blitherings will continue for at least another twenty years. Perhaps we’ll get lucky this time, maybe Gaga will live up to her name and go mad like Britney Spears or use her very real talent to become another Kate Bush or Patti Smith, but we all know where the smart money is and as usual it is not with the sane alternative.

No doubt there are people who will say this is all harmless, that Lady GaGa is being ironic and everyone knows it, or that pop culture doesn’t have that big an impact on kids anyway.

To the former I say that a bunch of adult music critics may see her shenanigans as irony, but that the average teenager consuming Gaga’s product can’t tell the difference between postmodern irony and warm apple pie, especially not when their hormones have just been kicked into hyper-drive.

To the latter I would say that the impact of popular culture on youth can’t be overstated. Here in Australia we have wiggers, but you know what we don’t have? We don’t have black Americans, just aboriginals and a few African immigrants. Yet we have thousands of kids in Sydney who act and talk like members of a subculture that they have only ever experienced through, you guessed it, the media.

The Jacques Derrida wannabes may be able to see different layers of meaning in GaGa’s lyrics and interviews, but the intellectuals of the world aren’t a bunch of teens looking to the media for their life’s philosophy. What the ordinary teenager sees and hears from Little Ms BlahBlah is simple – get laid, get famous, be superficial, and don’t worry about who you lie to or who you cheat on, it’s all good. And that’s a message that does nobody any favors, except maybe Lady GaGa and her bank account.

In case you have no idea who i’m talking about, here’s the video for Bad Romance. At the time of writing it has been viewed over 160 million times and that’s on YouTube alone – ignore her at your children’s peril.