Brian Kane

Curtis  “Cocky”  Warren

Manitoba Warriors gang

A former Winnipeg gang member believed he was going to die after several armed intruders beat, stabbed and threw him out a third-floor window in an unprovoked attack.

Gerald Marsden showed off various scars in court Tuesday while testifying against two men accused of several offences including attempted murder.

“They told me ‘You’re gonna die tonight, pray to Jesus,’ ” a visibly upset Marsden told court. He identified Manitoba Warrior gang as

Al Gore Set To Make Billions On Carbon Tax Scam

Obama to help Gore’s pocketbook by signing the ‘global climate treaty’ in Copenhagen, Denmark on Dec.7-18

Paul Joseph Watson
Prison Planet.com
November 3, 2009

Read Full Article Here

ClimateGate: Phil Jones has collected a staggering $22.6 million in grants

IceAge Now
November 21, 2009

“Phil Jones, the main criminal according to this correspondence, has personally confirmed that the website was hacked and that the documents are authentic. See Briefing Room.

I was shocked to see the picture of notorious gangster Vikas Dubey, taken like a dog, to file his nomination for Vishrampur Assembly seat in Medininagar, Jharkhand, on Tuesday.

Notorious gangster Vikas Dubey before filing his nomination for Vishrampur Assembly seat seat in Medininagar, Jharkhand on Tuesday.

Why does it happen like this in India? Gangsters, dons, mafia and people with criminal background often use their muscle and money power and emerge victorious in the polls. Why do parties filed such candidates? Is it only because they get unlimited funds to fight polls? In return, they give criminals protection from the law and respect in society. Where is India heading towards? Is this the kind of Ram Rajya which Gandhiji often dreamt of?

Candidates facing over dozen criminal cases, including murder, attempt to murder, kidnapping, extortion, loot and land grabbing, also file nominations.

The country has indeed come a full circle. Yesterday’s criminals are today’s honourables with their “bullet-proof vests.” They are the law and are very powerful. Some dons get elected from prisons, some hold meetings in jail, with all comforts, and instruct their followers by mobile phones and rule their empire, issuing orders that few dare to disobey.

When our politics is filled with candidates with criminal backgrounds, how can we expect to remove crime from the country?

I wonder why does the Election Commission makes it mandatory for candidates to disclose details of their criminal background, if any, along with their assets and liabilities while filing nominations? Is it really meant to weed out criminals or a mere disclosure?

Sometimes, I seriously feel that the laws mentioning about the word ‘criminal cases’ are not properly defined. When is a person called a criminal according to the law?  When he is punished by the court as a criminal. As everybody knows, fighting legal cases in India is a marathon process. It takes years, sometimes decades, after a person is arrested. So candidates come out clean and file nominations.

Normally, permission for going abroad or appearing in any interview cannot be granted to a person against whom a case is pending in the court. Then, how can the law allow criminals to run the affair of the state?

India is filled with illiterates and poor people. All they need is some hope, a hope which keeps them happy, even for a short while! It is time for voters, who are in a slumber and are easily swayed by the lure of lucre, to wake up before things go out of control.

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Goldman Sachs Mafia Arming Themselves Against Public

Goldman Sachs gang; the modern day mafia

Alice Schroeder
Bloomberg
November 30, 2009

And if the proles really do appear brandishing pitchforks at the doors of Park Avenue and the gates of Round Hill Road, you can be sure that the Goldman guys and their families will be holed up in their safe rooms with their firearms. If nothing else, that pistol permit might go part way toward explaining why they won’t be standing outside with the rest of the crowd, broke and humiliated, saying, “Damn, I was on the wrong side of a trade with Goldman again.”

if you are fascinated by non-fiction tales of life in the cocaine industry, this film will please you. it’s worth sitting through all of it, though at times your attention may wane, just to see the protagonist “back home”, visiting w his people – as they brandish guns and embrace him warmly.

 IT’S NO HOLIDAY: “Junior” Gotti trial Judge Kevin Castel OK’d, then abruptly canceled, a juror’s travel plans.

He has handed out candy and hurled thunderbolts from the bench, but the judge at John “Junior” Gotti’s trial got thrown for a loop last week by a juror’s Thanksgiving vacation plans

Michael Caine as the always fashionably dressed Jack Carter, a monstrous thug in the remarkably nasty, and very suspenseful, Get Carter.

Episode 25
Painful Changes

JC stood over the man with a knife in one hand his pistol in the other. A cigarette hung from his lips as he glared at the asshole who killed his best friend. Rico had informed him that the guy was indeed working for Battle and his homies so JC only saw it fit to show good game play and torture the loser’s ass before killing him. So far, the man had received several superficial knife wounds, several cigarette burns and was chained to a table on a concrete floor. He looked at him with such disdain and spat into the guy’s face.

“You make me sick!” JC boomed around the empty room. Lock up was a place where no one liked to go on the receiving end. You only wanted to be in the gang if you were invited there. The walls dripped with damp, the windows were covered up with wooden shades on the outside and black out curtains on the inside. there was no carpet and it stank of multiple strong scents including, cleaning aids, alcohol, old blood and weed smoke. “you murdered my nigga, for what? What the fuck did he do to you?”
“Nothing!” the asshole squealed on the ground. “He didn’t do shit to me. I was told to do it!” He squirmed like a snake on the ground.
“Who told you to do it?” He snapped, slamming the pistol across the asshole’s head.
“You know I can’t say@!” The guy cried in pain, covering his face with his elbows to attempt to protect it.
“you will tell me!” JC slammed the pistol into the man’s head and blood began to spurt from his jaw line and ear. Guys around the derelict room gasped in shock as JC held a lighter to the man’s nostrils.
“If you don’t tell me,” He whispered in a menacing growl. “I will blow your fucking brains out!” The man visibly shook with fear as JC stood up, looking pleased with himself at the level of fear he had clearly instilled into this man and waited for a response.

Caitlin sat in work fiddling with her headphone cable as she pretended to work. She was meant to be writing a report and a risk assessment but JC’s visit and sudden leaving that morning had her worried. Her blue eyes darkened with concern as she wondered if he was OK. His best friend had been murdered and Caitlin had a sinking feeling she knew who was behind it all. Not to mention the fact that JC would kill for his family and friends and this was her first reality check of what being with a gangster really meant.

Pushing some papers to one side, Caitlin stood, taking her blond dog’s lead and placing it around a sleepy Callie’s neck, headed out for a breath of fresh air.

Lexie sat in the waiting room, her stomach filled with knots and her hands flipping nervously through the pages of a punk magazine. Her heart thudded every time she heard someone’s name being called, dreading the moment she was tested and knew the truth. Dan had better get ready to apologize good after these tests came back.

“Alexia Daniels?” A short, plump, brown haired nurse called from a doorway to her right. Lexie nodded and on shaking legs followed the nurse to an examination room.

The examination room was bright, white and extremely clean. The table was dressed in white paper and Lexie felt sick as the nurse weighed her, took her blood pressure and handed her the gown to change into. Her stomach somersaulted with anxiety as the door closed and she, with shaking hands undressed and changed into the paper gown.

Emily was sitting in work, planning on what to do that night. Caitlin had seemed preoccupied that morning and Lexie was unusually quiet so Emily had decided that a night out by herself would do the trick of forgetting about what’s his name? She flipped through a list of bars online as she put off doing the accounts. Numbers drove her mad and Cory was driving her crazy. standing up and pushing her brown hair behind her ears, she strolled out of the office and headed home to change and get the party started.

As she stepped into the late summer’s afternoon and rested Callie’s harness upon her back, she felt a shadow falling over her. Looking around blindly and straining her ears to ear what it might be, she felt someone clamp a hand over her mouth.

“Don’t scream, bitch! Got a message for you and that jumped up nigga you is fuckin’’!” The man’s hand stank of sweat, tobacco and some other vile smells. Her heart raced uncontrollably in her chest and she lifted Callie’s lead and realized she was eating. Her heart leapt with panic then and she felt sick as the sounds around her grew.

“Keep still!: he growled holding a cold blade to her throat. She whimpered with fear as he gripped her neck. ”Listen and listen good. You tell that stupid motherfucker that if he pulls a stunt like he did earlier, your pretty head will become a museum piece. Got me, sweetheart?” She gulped and nodded. “Good!” And he left as quickly as he had come. She bent down and pulled the steak out of Callie’s mouth, her hands shaking all the while. She needed to call Jay. Leaning against the wall she picked up her cell phone and nervously called his number.

“Yo!” He said and she knew he was with his homies the way he wouldn’t say her name. She gulped knowing this wouldn’t be good.
“Jay?” Her voice shook and her hands were trembling as she spoke to him.
“Baby, what is it?” He said urgently, all suave and façade gone. “What happened?”
“I had a visitor,” She started, the tears streaming down her cheeks in rapid succession now.
“Who?” He growled so low she hardly heard what he said. But instinctively she knew what he had asked.
“One of battle’s friends, I think. Jay, I’m scared!” She sobbed, hugging her golden friend.
“I’ll be right there, where are you, mama?” He was running, she could hear it in his voice.
“Outside of work, the park across the street,” She sobbed, clutching Callie as her tears fell freely. Hanging up with him, she crouched there for what seemed to be hours and finally his arms were around her and Callie was growling profusely.

“Que passo, me amor?” His lips brushed her neck seductively and she sobbed as he scooped her up in his arms and kissed her cheek lovingly. “Quien?”
“Yo no se!” He had been teaching her more and more and as his arms tightened once again she broke down in floods of emotional tears.
“It’s OK, baby girl,” his heart wrenched at the emotional wreck that had once been so strong. Could he have prevented this? Maybe. Would he have changed anything? Probably not. Damien had what was coming to him having acted on Battle’s orders and now this was a war raging and the most beautiful thing in his world was stuck at the center of it all. He had to do something and teaching her to defend herself was the only thing he knew how to do.

Her tears cascaded down her cheeks as she jumped into the truck with only part of the bad news in her head. She had genital warts, the doctor saw that much and the other tests should be back within the next few days. So the dirty bastard had been sleeping around. She could hardly believe it. Dan was right and now after trusting Jake, Lexie had potentially not only ruined her life but others around her. A marriage, her own relationships and who knew what else?
Leaning her head on the hot steering wheel, Lexie knew she had a lot of stuff to deal with. But a part of her just wanted to curl up and die. Why did they keep doing this kind of thing to her? What had she done that was so terrible to warrant being treated so disgustingly? Jake had made her feel so inferior and straight up dirty, and somewhere within Lexie a plot was formulating to get revenge.

Emily was sitting in one of the most prestigious bars on Sunset Boulevard before six PM. She planned to get this night started early and no one was going to change her mind on that decision. She knew caitlin and Lexie wouldn’t really care where she was, at least that’s what the vodka and coke kept telling her. After all, a guy who had supposedly been in love with her for years couldn’t stick around long enough to care, why should two girls who had their own lives to lead? Slamming the vodka glass down and calling the waiter over again ordering yet another drink, she smiled to herself. This was going to be a fun night.

His hands gripped hers as he coached her through the act of slashing with a knife. She had been more than willing to learn. The experience of having her life threatened had really shaken her and JC knew he would do anything to protect her.

“It’s gotta be a quick action or else it won’t break the skin, mama,” He told her. They were practicing on wood for now but it wouldn’t be long before he had her practicing on the real thing. His eyes watched her hands trembling with nervousness.
“Baby girl, stop it!” He gripped her hands again. “No shaking, you gotta do this right. Shaking will make you fuck up and not to mention make yourself look weak. Remember one thing mama, you always have to look like you know what you’re doing, even if you don’t always feel it. Weakness is something you can’t afford, understand me?”

She nodded, fear in her brilliant blue eyes.
“It’s OK, mama,” he pulled the knife from her hands and hugged her close to him. “I promise you, you’ll be fine!Prometo!”

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As she lay underneath the stranger, she felt like crying. Where was he and why hadn’t he called her? had their parting been so painful for him too he couldn’t bring himself to keep in touch or was he already moving on as she pretended she was doing? The stranger panted with climax and rolled off of her. Emily hated the empty feeling Cory had left behind and she pretended to be asleep as the stranger rose and left her room. She heard the front door close and sighed a drunken sigh of relief. Maybe this would all be a bad dream and she could wake up tomorrow and Cory would be sitting on their couch eating cherios like he loved to do.

The evening was sultry as Lexie sat in the bed of her truck wondering what she should do. Jake hadn’t returned her calls and neither had Dan. She felt so alone it was far from comfortable. Emily wasn’t home and Caitlin was seemingly also MIA. She needed someone but no one seemed to be around. Lexie was yet again reminded that being alone was what her life was all about. ever since her mother had left her, it was how life was. It hurt but it was the reality of the situation. Staring up into the light adorned skies, she wished for that moment she was anyone but herself.

Caitlin lay beside JC that night in the small room at his grandmother’s house knowing that her life had changed dramatically since he had come into her life. How was it that one person could have such an influence over your life that had once seemed so black and white? Now it was blurred in so many ways she wasn’t sure what was up and down anymore. The nine millimeter he had given her lay coolly beside her hand under the pillow and yet while she was with him, she felt safe, this knew tool would be the only thing keeping her safe from now on.

Over the next few days, all three roommates were distant and unsure of so much. Instad of confiding in each other like they once would have, all three girls stayed within their little cocoons to ensure none of their friends knew what was happening. Lexie had slashed Jake’s tyres, Emily had gotten drunk every night and slept with yet more strangers and Caitlin was perfecting the art of not flinching while cutting and torturing people. all three were too ashamed to let their friends know what was happening in their lives and so distance seemed like the only option.

Caitlin’s hands were steady as she carved into the flesh of a man who had ripped JC off. It was her first experience of cutting someone real and she was surprisingly distant from her own feelings about what she was doing. Jay carter was making her into a gangsta bitch and she didn’t care. As long as she could protect Callie and herself from the scum that Battle had working for him she didn’t care what she had to do.

“Good job!” He blew a smoke ring as he watched the girl he was falling for do the work he would normally do himself. She was good. After she had learnt to distance herself from the task at hand, she was really good.

“Well, thanks,” she looked up, escaping the concentration she had been fighting with to keep her hands from shaking. Walking away and downing a shot of Jack Daniels, she smiled up at JC. Her confidence in protecting herself had grown and he had been surprised how quickly she had picked up on certain tasks. Protecting her was what he wanted to do and it seemed as though he achieved that now. By arming her to protect herself, he in turn was still able to protect her, if he couldn’t physically be there to do so.

Emily paced her room as she held the blue stick in her hand. This had better not be happening. How could she have been so stupid? Unprotected sex with strangers, why, Emily? She kept asking herself. It wasn’t worth landing yourself with a kid just because a guy you loved had left town. Glancing down at her watch impatiently, she huffed and sat on her bed waiting for the next thirty seconds to pass by.

Lexie was tying Blackmist in his stall as Dan walked by.
“Dan, wait!” but he walked on by her and she felt sick with sadness as his lack of acknowledgment killed her inside. Jake wouldn’t answer her calls either and she felt so dirty that it hurt. The test results had proven she had Herpes and it sickened her to her stomach. How could Jake do this to her? Why? Burying her face into Blackmist’s dark fur, she sobbed uncontrollably.

Well, as long as Eric is busy being host to the hottest (well from what I hear) and I am doing the bed spins I thought I post something new and exciting!

Petition for Eric to get busy, or they’ll be more!

“In and out of rivers, streams of death in life, whose banks were rotting into mud, whose waters, thickened with slime, invaded the contorted mangroves, that seemed to writhe at us in the extremity of an impotent despair. Nowhere did we stop long enough to get a particularlised impression, but the general sense of vague and oppressive wonder grew upon me. It was like a weary pilgrimage amongst hints for nightmares.”
- Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness, Part 1

“The reaches opened before us and closed behind, as if the forest had stepped leisurely across the water to bar the way for our return. We penetrated deeper and deeper into the heart of darkness.”
- Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness, Part 2

Dominick Dionisio

Even mobsters are feeling the squeeze in today’s tough economy.

A bizarrely sympathetic judge took pity on a reputed Colombo family associate yesterday, saying he can keep his job at the trendy Lucali pizzeria in Carroll Gardens — despite prosecutors’ claims that it’s a sham  

Dominick Dionisio, 39, who has a conviction for racketeering, works at the popular restaurant six days a week, 10 a.m. to 2 a.m., yet makes just $300 to $400 per week. But that didn’t raise any red flags for Brooklyn federal Judge Dora Irizarry

Mob prince Alphonse (Allie) Persico, who is serving life for the 1999 rubout of then-underboss William (Wild Bill) Cutolo, has been linked to the gangland-style slayings of two high-flying penny-stock promoters who were killed that same year in a Colts Neck, N.J.

Ah, the 1920’s…the decade of bathtub gin, the model T, speakeasies, flappers and gangsters.  Referred to as the Roaring Twenties and The Jazz Age, it was a period of American prosperity and optimism.  A time of great social upheaval and change…the most explosive decade of the century.  Women were granted the right to vote, but Prohibition cast its shadow over the decade and inspired the rise of organized crime.  The decade was a time of great advancements as America became more urban and more commercially driven until the market crash in 1929 and the Great Depression.

Join us here at Boundary Bay Brewery for a rip-roaring party on Saturday, December 5th as we relive the 20’s/30’s and celebrate the End of Prohibition! This is a family friendly event that starts around noon and lasts all day.

Costumes are not only welcome, but encouraged! Dress up in 1920’s/30’s period costume and join us as we re-enact prohibition.

In the evening, we’re going to shut down the taps, stage a protest, and then let the beer flow once again.  But that’s not all!  We’ve got good times planned all day for you…FREE horse drawn wagon rides from 1-4 pm, live music from 5-9 pm and costume contests with prizes for best dressed.  And, don’t forget to get your portraits taken by professional photographer, Jon Brunk to memorialize your flapper dress and pearls or zoot suit and tommy gun!

Need costume ideas?  Come as a speakeasy owner/bartender, a factory worker or a moonshine runner.  How about a gangster, a flapper or a protestor?  You could be a Suffragette, model Depression era clothing or just cobble together something that reminds you of the 20’s and/or 30’s.  Think zoot suits, pinstripes, wing tips and martinis.  Feathers, beaded fringe, evening dresses and long pearl necklaces.  Cigarette holders, finger waves in your hair and pinstripe suits.

Come re-enact history with us.  Join the protests.  Raise your voice.  Demand your right to beer!

The Master was thoroughly entertained by this Charlie’s Angels rip off, that is much better than the original in all respects. Goofy effects (often unintended, but that’s what 30 years having floated by will do for you) are offset by the grim, gritty atmosphere. The 70s yellow plastic visors on the space helmets of the robbers during a jewelry heist dressed as security guards don’t look so funny anymore after they start killing people almost indiscriminately.

Although essentially an attempt to piggyback on the success of Charlie’s Angels (that woefully overestimated, bland, gutless and predictable series, so sayeth the Master), Deadly Angels brings everything that the original couldn’t or wouldn’t. That being fights where people actually die, fights in which both parties get hurt, situations that get out of hand and breasts that get out of blouses. Yes, boys and girls, this is an (s)exploitation movie, albeit a very mild one, with nothing that would dull the senses or outrage the average viewer. As such, it is one of the earliest girls-with-guns flicks. And a very enjoyable one.

Three female agents (one from Hong Kong, one from Japan and one from South Korea, but all with Chinese names…) go undercover in a night club (yes, they were being set up by the scenario writer to show some flesh) to stop the nefarious activities of a diamond smuggling gang who are in the decidedly uneconomic habit of fatally slashing up the pretty young women that courier the merchandise around for them. The diamonds, btw, are hidden in the girls’ brassieres.

What our three female agents (and it hardly needs to be said very beautiful) lack in strategy, patience and investigative technique, they make more than up for with their enthusiasm, fighting skills and grit. Hence the pandemonium that quickly ensues, with our heroines being hit, shot at, sexually assaulted and having their clothes ripped from their bodies. But they always dole out more than they have to take. These women are for real. Far from being the smart-ass, koala-cuddly cuties of Charlie’s Angels, the three actresses (Chin Lan Chen, Nancy Yen and Dana/Tsen Shu-Yi) that star in this South-Korean/Hong Kong coproduction can actually pull a punch, kick an ass and expertly use cool weapons: a mini-crossbow, a belt buckle that turns into a modern-day mace and a high-heeled pump that also doubles as a catapult.

Fighting their way to the evil gang leader, they have to get past some pretty nasty characters, among whom bald actor Lee Hoi Sang 李海生. But this they do and the final fight is more than entertaining. Here are just a few memorable scenes.

1. When one of the diamond smuggling beauties arrives in Seoul, she goes to her hotel by cab. She is taking a shower when the telephone rings. She walks out of the bathroom with a towel that is too small ‘wrapped’ around her. Lying down seductively on the bed, she answers the phone, repeating ‘hello’ three times, each time with a more vacant and laboriously wrought look of not understanding on her pretty face. Priceless. The scene turns ugly when the knife-wielding chief bad guy pays her a visit and get so excited seeing her change clothes, he kills her with a three-bladed knife in a scene that resembles an orgiastic sex scene more than anything. Proving Freud right that a knife can function as a substitute penis penetrating the body (mmmh, the Master wonders, what about a three-bladed knife then?).

2. Also please notice the then still pretty ‘Yum Yum’ Shaw (Shaw Yin Yin 邵音音), one of the more formidable erotic actresses of Hong Kong in the 70s, star as a Korean gangster floozie pur sang and the Master must admit, she is convincing! She has a seductive yet nasty look in her eyes and more than fully deserves her death by komodo varan (just watch the movie).

3. The sunglasses of the love interest of one of the girls (the Hong Kong copper) and fellow kicker of criminal ass. Come on, even in 1977 this can’t exactly have been inconspicuous!

4. As if that isn’t enough, we get some nice scenes shot in Tokyo and Seoul in the late seventies! Groovy. But the best bonus is the presence of Evelyn Kraft (The Mighty Peking Man) as the police officer in charge. We don’t see much of her, but the Master was impressed. She kicks ass, smacks heads and jumps through windows (closed windows, that is) as it is daily fare (then again, maybe it is).

This early girls-with-guns film is very entertaining. The acting and the script aren’t exactly up to par (not to mention the editing: some very strange things must have happened in that editing room) and neither is the DVD edition (Greek subtitles that you can’t turn off?), but in the end that doesn’t matter. The three heroines plus one of Deadly Angels make this particular Shaw Brothers production masterly pulp in the eyes of the Master (and that’s all that matters now, is it not?). Master Lee has the sneaky suspicion that they are for real, unlike their counterparts in Charlie’s Angels. These girls don’t need a Charlie to tell them what to do or male stars to rescue them. They rescue themselves, take out 15 men in a fight single-handedly if necessary and look great while doing it. This movie may be from 1977 (and surely looks like it is), but it is considerably more fun than Charlie’s Angels: Full Throttle and the like. This is a seriously gritty movie in which the ketchup blood looks real, all too real, and the kicks and punches actually land. The Master was impressed.

PS Master Lee was somewhat mystified to notice that the English language  poster has what look like to be one blonde (that one’s easy, must be Evelyn Kraft, right), two white brunettes (?) and one afro-sporting black woman? What was going on there? Something wrong with the ethnicity of the three leading stars? Or a failed attempt to also tap into the blaxploitation movies of the early 70s? Strange, strange, strange.

Guy Ritchie en noviembre del año pasado se divorció de Madonna. Esta peli fue lanzada en diciembre del año pasado pero su lanzamiento estaba preparado para octubre. No sólo el lanzamiento fue el más afectado en la peli creo Ritchie como director tiene un producto iconoclasta que raya muy fuerte en esta ocación con aburrimiento y poca sorpresa.

Una peli sin ritmo, sin un protagonista claro, sin una consistencia bien establecida, una historia medianamente hilada pero con todos sus personajes súper desarticulados. La mayoría de la peli viene sin audio protagonista y es precisamente cuando hay un “flashback” o momento recordado en el pasado de la historia cuando se muestra el robo a los rusos donde se prende la banda sonora y volvemos a recordar que es una peli del director, con humor negro, excelentes tomas, valga la repetición, una muy buena banda sonora.

El reparto tampoco es el mismo equipo de siempre de Ritchie, se siente la falta de su actor fetiche Jason Statham que aunque encasillado en el mismo papel siempre es mejor narrador que Mark Strong o Gerard Butler quien está completamente perdido en la historia. El reparto lo encierran el magnífico Tom Wilkinson que es el que medianamente salva la peli y la bellísima Thandie Newton que definitivamente paga la boleta o, en mi caso el alquiler.

No es más lo que se pueda decir de esta peli más allá que los créditos son hermosamente manufacturados y que esperemos que esté completamente recuperado de su divorcio para que Sherlock su siguiente peli sea más interesante.

NOTA : 9 RECOMANDAT

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Possibly Orrie Hitt at his literary smoothest, I was wonder if he consciously wrote in a different style that denoted “this is Kay Addams.”  Gone are the clipped sex scenes and dialogue, yet the same desperate characters trying to make a living are present.

The Strangest Sin is also a sociological and economic novel that examines what happens to a community when it loses its main source of revenue.  Sandersville is sleazy working class town that depends on the big shoe factory to employ half the citizens.  When the factory closes and moves, the economic downtown has a domino effect — when people don’t have money for food, they definitely don’t have money for vice.

Sharon feels the crunch the most.  She’s 22 with a 42 inch bust and owns a small bar that caters to the working stiffs.  She inherited the bar from her parents, now dead; all she knows is bartending and the bar world.  she’s had offer to sell but turned them down; now that there are no customers, she couldn’t sell the place for a dime.

This reminded me of the Catch-22 situation of communities built around mines — the mining town owns the rental homes, the stores, everything around; thus, workers use their pay from the mining company to give back to the mining company for housing and food.  The mining company comes out rich in the end.

With the shoe factory gone,  people can’t pay rent and buy food in Sandersville, nor can they spend money on booze and beer and the hookers who hang around.

Sharon has been sleeping with Jimmy Shade and every morning she wakes up in his stinky bed in his room, a room she gives him money to pay rent on.  She also gives him money for beer, food, and cigarettes.  He’s a lazy heel, but big and strong and good-looking.  There’s no future with him, especially when he starts working for the local mobster, Robinson.

There’s also the tool salesman, Carl, an average nice guy she dates now and then who wants to marry her.  He won’t have sex with her until they are married, even when she offers herself. He has no idea she has been going to Jimmy for a pounding.

Then there’s her bartendress, Lucy — another Lucy! — who runs away when she’s robbed at gun point and gives over the $3,000 in the safe, putting Sharon deeper in the hole.

But when Lucy comes back, something sparks between her and Sharon — the strangest sin, the twilight desire. Yes, the two go out at and here we have a Hitt woman jumbling three lovers instead of a man.

This book has a similar feel as The Cheaters — centered around a bar, a bad guy shaking the bar owner down, a seedy area of town populated by hookers, shills, gangsters and losers.  Hitt jumps between three points of view well — from Sharon to Lucy to Jimmy — delving into the desperation of each, as they grow destitute and their backs against the wall, and how the sink to the lowest extremes to get out of poverty.

On the Hitt scale, a 9.

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