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Undrar du vad för idiot som torterar en 3-årig pojke?

Allt info om detta äckel finns på länken nedan.

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Den 38-årige mannen i Luleå misstänks ha utsatt sin treårige styvson för tortyr och sadistiskt våld under ett halvårs tid.

Bl a har den treårige pojken

• har fått stå naken i vinterkylan, på balkongen i minusgrader
• blivit bränd med cigarettändare
• tvingad att äta så mycket mat att han har spytt. När han gjort det har 38-åringen blivit rasande och tvingat honom att äta spyan.
• blivit inslängd i husfasaden vid upprepade tillfällen
• fått lim i det ena örat och frätande kaustiksoda i ögonen/ansiktet/kroppen
• tvingad att stå ut med armarna tills han kissat på sig. Därefter har pojken tvingats att slicka i urinen samt då även slagen i ansiktet med tillhyggen.
• stått fastbunden i armar och ben

Enligt utredningen ska pojken ha utsatts för den råa misshandeln vid minst nio tillfällen.

Åklagare Anna Vallin säger att “det här är ett ärende som man hoppas inte finns och att det som den treåriga pojken utsatts för är tortyr och sadistiskt våld”. Hon säger också att fallet har stora likheter med fallet Bobby.

Misshandeln avslöjades när pojkens mamma, som också utsatts för regelbunden misshandel under ett års tid, sökte upp socialtjänsten i Luleå i oktober. Mamman till pojken ska ha utsatts för en rå misshandel, bland annat med misshandel med gardinstång och lampfot. Han ska också ha bundit fast kvinnan och låst dörrar och fönster. Han har också hotat döda kvinnan och hennes anhöriga. Vid sju tillfällen ska mamman utsatts för misshandeln.

Det visar sig enligt norsk media att mamman även har en 2-åring. Den norske biologiske pappan, 26 år, var tydligen den som räddat sönerna undan vidare misshandel. Oklart dock om även 2-åringen också varit utsatt.

Styvpappan har delvis erkänt en viss del av den råa misshandeln av den fyraårige pojken och delar av misshandeln av mamman. På tisdag den 1 december inleds den två dagar långa tingsrättsförhandlingen i Luleå.

Här är sadisten

• Jan Petter Labahå, född 1971-09-02. Hette innan Kalliainen (finskt) Norsk medborgare från Öst-Finnmark. Född i Kirkenes. Bodde innan i Lövånger, Sverige. Varit kriminell sedan 15-årsåldern. Dömd för narkotikasmuggling, grova stölder, bedrägerier, fortkörningar. Både fälld och friad för hot och ofredande. Förekommit i många utredningar inklusive för våldsbrott.

Norska VG, pappersupplagan:

38-åringen som er tiltalt for frihetsberøvelse og grov mishandling, er straffedømt minst 15 ganger i Norge. Ifølge flere kilder i lokalmiljøet i Øst-Finnmark har han vært notorisk kriminell fra ungdomstiden. De senere år skal han ha vært innblandet i narkotikatrafikk, også i Oslo.

- Han er ekstremt kjapp, slu og smart. På tomannshånd er han grei, men ellers kan han være helt rå og samvittighetsløs, sier en mann som kjenner 38-åringen godt.

En tidligere venninne sier at mannen har plaget familien og spredt frykt i nærmiljøet. Hun sier hun ikke er overrasket over at han skal ha gjort seg skyldig i grov mishandling.

- Det høres ut som ham! Han er troende til så mye. Jeg tror han er syk. Ingen normal person vil da gjøre et barn så mye vondt, sier kvinnen”

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THIS IS CERTAINLY WORTH READING AND PLEASE, SEND IT AROUND THE WORLD.

This is one of the best explanations of the Muslim terrorist situation I have ever read. His references to past history are accurate and clear. Not long, easy to understand, and well worth the read. The author of this email is Dr. Emanuel Tanay, a well-known and well-respected psychiatrist.

A German’s View on Islam

A man, whose family was German aristocracy prior to World War II, owned a number of large industries and estates. When asked how many German people were true Nazis, the answer he gave can guide our attitude toward fanaticism. ‘Very few people were true Nazis,’ he said, ‘but many enjoyed the return of German pride, and many more were too busy to care. I was one of those who just thought the Nazis were a bunch of fools. So, the majority just sat back and let it all happen. Then, before we knew it, they owned us, and we had lost control, and the end of the world had come. My family lost everything. I ended up in a concentration camp and the Allies destroyed my factories…’

We are told again and again by ‘experts’ and ‘talking heads’ that Islam is the religion of peace and that the vast majority of Muslims just want to live in peace. Although this unqualified assertion may be true, it is entirely irrelevant. It is meaningless fluff, meant to make us feel better, and meant to somehow diminish the specter of fanatics rampaging across the globe in the name of Islam.

The fact is that the fanatics rule Islam at this moment in history. It is the fanatics who march. It is the fanatics who wage any one of 50 shooting wars worldwide. It is the fanatics who systematically slaughter Christian or tribal groups throughout Africa and are gradually taking over the entire continent in an Islamic wave. It is the fanatics who bomb, behead, murder, or honor-kill. It is the fanatics who take over mosque after mosque. It is the fanatics who zealously spread the stoning and hanging of rape victims and homosexuals. It is the fanatics who teach their young to kill and to become suicide bombers.

The hard, quantifiable fact is that the peaceful majority, the ’silent majority,’ is cowed and extraneous.

Communist Russia was comprised of Russians who just wanted to live in peace, yet the Russian Communists were responsible for the murder of about 20 million people. The peaceful majority were irrelevant. China’s huge population was peaceful as well, but Chinese Communists managed to kill a staggering 70 million people.

The average Japanese individual prior to World War II was not a warmongering sadist. Yet, Japan murdered and slaughtered its way across South East Asia in an orgy of killing that included the systematic murder of 12 million Chinese civilians; most killed by sword, shovel, and bayonet.

And who can forget Rwanda, which collapsed into butchery. Could it not be said that the majority of Rwandans were ‘peace loving’?

History lessons are often incredibly simple and blunt, yet for all our powers of reason, we often miss the most basic and uncomplicated of points:

Peace-loving Muslims have been made irrelevant by their silence.

Peace-loving Muslims will become our enemy if they don’t speak up, because like my friend from Germany, they will awaken one day and find that the fanatics own them, and the end of their world will have begun.

Peace-loving Germans, Japanese, Chinese, Russians, Rwandans, Serbs, Afghans, Iraqis, Palestinians, Somalis, Nigerians, Algerians, and many others have died because the peaceful majority did not speak up until it was too late. As for us who watch it all unfold, we must pay attention to the only group that counts — the fanatics who threaten our way of life.

Lastly, anyone who doubts that the issue is serious and just deletes this email without sending it on, is contributing to the passiveness that allows the problems to expand. So, extend yourself a bit and send this on and on and on! Let us hope that thousands, world-wide, read this and think about it, and send it on – before it’s too late.

Emanuel Tanay, M.D.

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Ann Arbor, MI 48104

Well, it’s been a few days since my last post.  For the past couple of days, I have been itching to write, so since I finally have a moment in my day . . . “carpe diem!”  “A Country Road” . . . what a picturesque title don’t you think?  Actually it is with that title that I am now envisioning this post.  Typically, I write my post and then determine the title, but in this instance, I have chosen the title first.   You see I want to follow up on a comment that I made . . . oh I don’t know, about six months ago (or longer), I, with an unfiltered pen, proceeded to trash the whole “country livin’” thing. 

This picture is of my back porch of an 1800’s log cabin that my family and I lived in while living in Kentucky.  No, it wasn’t idyllically positioned deep in some wooded Appalachian holler (for you city folk, a holler is a small valley between mountains) with a babbling brook nearby.  It was however located just outside the ever-popular city named Glendale which was just a few miles “as the crow flies” from the President Abraham Lincoln’s Birthplace National Historic Site, Hodgenville, KY where my folks live.  Our home was a very special and warm spot.  Like this picture, it offered many lovely images that, unfortunately, only a few were ever captured on film.  This property, that we were fortunate enough to call home, lead to many exciting stories both for my wife and I, and many more for our children, of which we had four at the time.  One such memory was of a swimming hole the children and I found one summer afternoon.  We named it “Dragonfly Rock.”  We had woken up early that particular day to do some painting on one of the outbuildings there on the property.  All of us were painting, even my daughter who was only three at the time.  It was cute, I would paint a square box and put a smiley face in the middle telling her to paint the face . . . she had fun.  We all “chipped” in (sorry that’s an inside joke for those who know the intimate details of this story).  So anyway, as the normal summer day would have it in Kentucky, it got hot . . . sweat . . . everywhere.  So in an adventurous spirit, we put the paint up and decided to go swimming.  Wearing cut-off jeans, t-shirts, and junkie tennis shoes we were “suit”ably equipped for our intended purpose . . . to have a fun time, regardless.  As we walked down our driveway, which was simply two tan dirt lines with grass growing between them that meandered through our “yard” which had formed over the years by car tires coming to and fro from town and back, the children skipped and I whistled to the barn swallows that nested in our barn.  Rounding the corner that our split-rail fence framed, we made a left and walked down the single dirt lane, made another left, and walked down another yet smaller path that was struggling to not be over taken by the three foot high grass and corn on either side.  The foot path was covered by the shade of various trees that separated the path from the crik.  The “crik” as we country folk call a creek, was actually named Bacon Creek which fed into the Nolin River.  In spite of the critters, mud, sharp rocks, and impetuously fast-flying Kamikaze dragonflies  . . . frolicsomeness was paramount; embodied in four little people that hot summer afternoon.

These, plus scads of others stories, we all obtained from our homespun life.  There are many things we obtained from our countrified life.  Unlike many children in America today, my children know what the smell of fresh baked homemade bread smells like.  They know how much dust is created by grinding our own wheat, which made that homemade bread.  They know what a “crik” is and yet they know not to say it that way.  No, my children aren’t some hobnailed country bumpkins or t’baccy spittin’ and awkwardly simple yahoos.  By Yahoos, I am not necessarily refereeing to the legendary beings that Jonathan Swift referred to in his novel Gulliver’s Travels of 1726, but rather an uncouth yokel.   They are sweethearts who have learned the finer things of life.  It is only through living in the country that my kids have learned the lessons that they have.  I know many a fine child . . . and I’d stand my kids right next to ‘em.  My kids know what a wood shed is and they know what it means to meet me behind it.  They know the value of a hard day’s work.  They know what it feels like to grow blisters on their hands while digging a ditch.  They know that a scarecrow isn’t’ something that is rooted in the lore of Halloween.   Unlike some kids, when you use the word “weed” around my children, the images of gardens and muddy knees come to their minds.  Yes my children actually understand the agrarian or agrestic parable that our Lord gave us in Matthew 13.  For that matter it is through the life of the simple that they have had the opportunities to understand many of the illustrations and passages found in scriptures. 

I’m not saying that kids growing up in the city don’t know all the things that I mentioned above.  What I am saying is that for us, it was only in the country that they learned the word “switch” has several definitions, yes they know it to mean a change as in direction, attitude, or course of action, but also that it is an intricate mechanism that yields the ability for a 240 ton train to change from one track to another.  Yes they know of the light switch as most children know, but they also know of the kind that’s a flexible implement used as an instrument of instruction.  Taking that lesson to the next level, they also know that trying to outsmart mom or dad with a light “wimpy” one, when instructed to “go cut a switch,” only led to a new lesson they hadn’t planned on learning, that size isn’t everything.

For me, as I mentioned to my friend who had a romantic view of living in the country, I almost prefer my concrete jungle for several reasons.  Yes, the country has many of my favorite stories and memories, but the thought of having to mow those several acres with a push mower because my riding mower’s carburetor was fouled up, only brings back a slew of bad memories.  She then mentioned the aroma that would billow out of the chimney, grayed warmth contrasting against the crisp blue sky.  Yes, I remember those memories too of sitting next to our large stone hearth, a roaring fire in the fireplace just guzzling up the firewood.   Cozy is definitely one word for it.  Four children all in their footie zippered jammies with ma and pa in our robes and slippers sitting there sipping hot fresh apple cider, from the orchard just a few miles away.  But then the chilling remembrances begin to filter through the colorful mental imprintations of cutting wood, splitting wood, hauling wood, stacking wood . . . dreaming wood.  Yes I too love the rustic earthy smell of oak burning in the wood stove, but to live in the country . . . for that, I’d settle for the artificial fragrance produced by incense sold at the local “fragrance” shop (not that I patronize them).  I love raking leaves.  I love watching my kids rake leaves and jump into their piles.  I love tire swings.  I love roasting wienies (that’s what we country folk call hotdogs) on a bonfire and not being afraid to burn the plate when I’m done eating.  Yes, I love the ability to cook (and eat) a real smore on any day besides the days we are camping.  I’ve heard city folk say “Oh I made Johnny a smore for dessert last night in the microwave.”  Here’s a heads up . . . that’s not a smore!  A smore is where you actually run the risk of the marshmallow catching on fire and either slinging it off your whittled stick you cut off your maple tree in the yard or being the responsible person you are, and blowing it off before it ashes over.  But you know what I don’t like about the fireplace and cooking smores?  I hate climbing into bed smelling like I’ve been cooking over a campfire or the soot that you wake up to the following morning or a freezing living room where all your heat was sucked out the flue. You see, I really dislike the idea that I have to define that word flue for the average city-slicker.

A trip down a country road will lead to lots of wonderful things that have, or foster, a warm and friendly atmosphere; especially through smallness and informality.  But it will also lead to many situations where comfort is fleeting; where the mental or physical state at any particular time will continually be threatened by uncontrollable elements that are haunted by Jekyll and Hyde components of everyday life.

To go back to that statement above about me almost preferring my concrete jungle.  I do . . . almost.  You see the city has by its very nature a dependability factor, an undeviating characteristic of city life.  Yes there are portions that lend themselves to spontaneity, but for the most part everything is scheduled, organized . . . everything is planned for a certain time or times.  Everything is run by . . . the almighty golden calf . . . errr watch rather.  From the moment we open our eyes, to the ten minute snooze button, to the school bell set for each period, to the other myriad of bells, whistles, etc. that manage our city life.  This isn’t necessarily a bad thing, but rather just an observation. Think about it.  Even the stop lights that monitor the traffic are scheduled unlike the flashing yellow or red light at the single intersection of Main Street and Podunk Avenue.  In the city, you never just drop in on your family doctor, let alone your family doctor drop in on you . . . but in the country, those things are more prevalent.  As I think about my own city life now, I wonder what I would do without my alarm clock, my alarm on my iPod, my notifier on my electronic calendar, my wakeup call on my cell phone, my prompts that go off throughout the day from my computer, and the fifteen minute heads up I’ve scheduled to tell me to go home at the end of each work day.  I skip lunch because I just don’t have time.  In the city there is a certain day-after-day-after-day-after-day univocal routine that orders our day.  If you want to have coffee with someone in the city, there’s a process that you need to go through to make that happen: 1) You must call the person whom you desire to invite, 2) You must compare schedules on your BlackBerry, 3) You will have to plan it out in far enough advanced notice so that you can make any needed changes, and 4) If you’re smart, you’ll have to call a few hours prior to your “date” to confirm that they are still available and you may have to start back at number one if some has come up.  In the country . . . it’s a li’l different.  If you want to have coffee with someone, you just go over to their house, knock on their door, and tell them you want a cup of coffee.  No planning, no scheduling, no organizing . . . you just invite yourself over to their house and do it. 

Though most friendly farm folk wouldn’t describe themselves this way, in order to enjoy the country you almost have to be a sadist . . . at least in today’s Western culture.  Yeah, I think so, in order to enjoy living in the country, where loneliness and toil are kissing cousins, you almost have to be someone who obtains pleasure from the infliction of pain or discomfort.  The friendly farm folk might say that they just find the pleasures in the simple things but really they have to overlook the many displeasures that those same “simple” things represent.

Yes, a trip down a country road will lead to many exciting forms of education and experience.  However, I am only reminded as I ponder the comparatives of city life with that of a country life that a complex system that does not work is invariably found to have evolved from a simpler system . . . that worked just fine.

Until later . . .

P.S. Wanna see more of my fastidious and incisive enponderments? I invite you to join me on the vectored dance floor of life as I muse on my journey through the terpsichorean edifice called life. Enter here.

TR dom

Falu Tingsrätt meddelade dom i mål B 46-08, 2008-12-22, för

• Hans Christer Hussein Nilsson, född 1966-05-12 och hemmahörande i Linköping (har skyddade personuppgifter) för grov skadegörelse och djurplågeri till fängelse 6 månader. Han fick även utge skadestånd (till djurets ägare) med 81 209,60 kronor samt ränta.

Bakgrund

Det var på morgonen den 17 november 2007 som ägaren till ponnyn i Horndal fann sin häst blödande från flera kroppsöppningar.

Nilsson hade bundit fast ponnyn i bakbenet och våldfört sig på henne genom att föra upp ett föremål i ponnyns slida och ändtarm. Han ska även ha använt en låda att stå på, på vilken man fann DNA från sperma. Trots att veterinär tillkallades kunde ponnyns liv inte räddas. Skadorna var så omfattande att hästen fick avlivas. Hästen hade svåra sårskador och inre blödningar. Christer Nilsson nekade till brott men bevisningen mot honom var stark.

Nilsson krävde genom sin advokat Thomas Wasteson, att bli helt frikänd och hävdade att någon som vill honom illa måste ha tagit en kondom eller papper med hans sperma och placerat det komprometterande bevismaterialet i hästens box. Tingsrätten avfärdade mannens invändning som osannolik. Falu tingsrätt skriver i sin dom att det starkaste beviset är DNA-undersökningen av sperma som påträffats i spiltan. Den har konstaterats komma från Christer Nilsson.

Det finns dessutom ytterligare ett antal omständigheter som talar för att Christer Nilsson är gärnings-mannen. Bland annat har han lämnat spår i snön efter sig som ledde till hans tillfälliga bostad på Källmossvägen.

Hovrätten

Domen överklagades och Svea hovrätt meddelar påföljden den 25 november 2009.

Intressant i flera utredningar

Under hösten och vintern 2008 skedde ytterligare har tre attacker mot hästar skett i Finspång. Det allvarligaste fallet inträffade i Finspång i oktober. Då hittades ett sto död i en hage. Hon hade fått ett 40 centimeter långt föremål uppkört i slidan. Dessutom har två hästar attackerats i Linköping. Samtliga har varit ston som utsatts för knivvåld mot underlivet. Utredningarna om attackerna i Linköping är nedlagda p g a utebliven bevisning och vittnen.

I Norrköping har Polisen jobbat vidare med utredningen om attackerna i Finspång. Också här saknas teknisk bevisning och någon misstänkt finns inte. Däremot har polisen fått många tips om Hans Christer Hussein Nilsson.

Utredningen kring vad som hände före detta travhästen Gilda i Vikarbyn (Dalarna) har fortsatt parallellt. Polisen säkerställde DNA-spår i Vikarbyfallet och skulle sedan matcha dem med DNA-analyser från fallet med ponnyn i Horndal.

HEY, why don’t we forget about Ken for a bit and just focus on the REAL STARS here?

Perhaps some of you remember my inital thoughts on Seitokai no Ichizon in the 2009 Fall Anime Season Impressions post. Well I would like to say that this series is the complete opposite from what I thought it would end up being.

 At first I had written(thought) on my fall 2009 early impressions page that Seitokai no Ichizon would be a complete waste of time, and not worth watching in the slightest, I even gave it a -5% chance of watching rating(not the lowest on the list though…).

And after being convinced to watch the series, I decided to give it a go. despite the positive feedback I’d heard about the show I was still skeptical about and wasn’t expecting much at all. However, when I went to watch the first episode I was really shocked at how good it was.

OP

And the OP isn’t bad either.

The girls were cute(Aka-chan, Mayufu) and sexy (Chizuru, and Minatsu), and the male lead of this awkward harem is Ken, who is not at all shy with his feelings toward any of the girls. Ken also seems to be obsessed with playing H games, and in some instances the games’ female characters are the actual girls in the “real world” of the anime, which I find pretty amusing considering he wants all of the girls in actuality, Ken wants “the perfect harem end”. But despite all of these awesome characters, the true star is Kurimu Sakurano/Aka-chan, but I honestly prefer Minatsu over Aka-chan, I think Aka is just a little too underdeveloped for my taste.

-AKA-CHAN-

Aka-chan~! the star of this show!(forget Ken!!!) While most of the charcaters that surround her seem to have an interest in particular aspects of Otaku culture it seems as though Aka-chan is into pretty much every bit of it. Aka-chan is the loli character of this anime in almost every way. She’s cute, acts like a kid, and is super super moe!!! It may be important to mention that Aka-chan apparently has a disorder(?).

-MINATSU- 

Prehaps my personal favorite of all the girls in this anime. She’s the tsundere of Ken’s haremwich probably gives me even more of a reason to love her! also the writers constantly hint at her possibly having a slight-crush on Ken. But unlike the other girls in Ken’s harem Minatsu is a bit of tomboy, which it kind shows in her behaviour and even her voice. Like I mentioned before with Aka, it seems as though everyone in the council has an interest in one particular bit of Otaku culture, for Minatsu it looks like she’s really into Light Novels (she mentions Index and Baka-test at one point too!)

-CHIZURU-

The sadist of the group. She can control pretty much anybody she wants, and seems as though because of this everyone fears her(only the one other character in episode 3). She’s also clearly the most well endowed of Ken’s harem, which isn’t there always the “model like in structure girl” in harem anime, she also seems to be into bondage-like activities as well… for Chizuru I can’t exactly tell what her interest is in Otaku culture, if anything it seems as though she’s into Yuri(girlXgirl)

-MAYUFU-

The yaoi fangirl of the group, but you’d probably never be able to tell just by looking at her, in about episode 4 she get’s Ken to make a Yaoi H game for her. And it seems as though she’s into normal RPGS as well, which was shown a bit in episode 3 when she was being interviewed with the member of the Jounalism club. She’s probably my least favorite of the group though…

So the characters certainly seem different from most of what I’ve seen in a long time. and I think it’ll be pretty fun to continue to watch these characters as the series movie along.

The anime as of now seems to parody many of the popular anime as of recently, such as Strike Witches, Gurren Lagann, Higurashi, Umineko(?), Haruhi Suzumiya, and many others.But prehaps the most famous of them all is the Strike Witches parody, which was actually co-animated by Studio GONZO, which I find rather amusing. The show also parodies H games which was mentioned above.

 Since I’ve mentioned the animation not too long ago, why don’t I just take a stab at it. When I first saw screen caps for the series I didn’t think much of the art or the animation. But once I got around to watching it, it seemed actually pretty good. I actually really like it. And if you take some time into looking at it closely you can see that in some shots there’s actually quite a bit of detail. The uniforms also may deserve some mention just because they seem so different compared to normal uniforms used in anime, the purple and black stripes, and the different/unique boots the female characters wear. It looked kind of wierd to me at first, but I quickly really liked them, they seem sort of punkish in style actually. And the designs of the female characters are very appealing, with the different hairstyle and all, Minatsu’s hair style stood out the most for me without a doubt. However Ken seems the least unique of all the characters, but considering the fact it was meant for males(such as myself) it really doesn’t come as a shock, and since it’s a harem with a predominantly female cast of characters your attention is meant to be directed towards them anyway, and it is generally easier to design a female anime character as opposed to a male one.

 Face it, there is no real story here, it’s just a story about an otaku-centric(?) student council and all of there wierd adventures(?) in the world of otaku-ism and anime/manga related material. Very simple, and I really like it. It seems as though so many series nowadays try to have some epic plot, and in the end fail at the attempt. However episodic series like this with no real story and know it has no story usually are some of the best of the new anime coming out. Examples: K-ON!/Lucky Star/Haruhi(some plot though)/Natsu no Arashi!/Hayate no Gotoku!! and many others are examples of some of the most succesful anime as of recently. And I think it’s because they don’t try to form some epic story, even though quite a bit of these series success has been due to the large amounts of moe. And I think like many of those series(with no real plots), this one will be successful/ should be.

The plot was simple, which was enough for me, but the novels the anime is based off of had gotten some negative feedback, which was the reason why I was planning to avoid it. But then someone convinced me that this was an excellent series.And about the novels, one of the things I thought was entertaining about the series is that they constantly make references to the novel or realize that there in an anime, which is based off of light novels, the characters are fully aware of the fact that they are in an anime. At one point in the first episode the characters even question why their novels got an anime, they also wonder about how the series will be named since each of the individual novels in the series are given different titles(much like the Haruhi novels in a way).

So~! overall this is a surprisingly good series. I certainly am glad I didn’t pass this one up, it would have been a missed jewel for sure, and it seems as though the show is getting more popular as time progresses, which could mean that DVD/BD sales will be up, which if they are we could get a second season(not confirmed). So I think tha pretty much any anime fan would love this series, it’s funny, cute, has a bit of sexy, and overall is just plain fun. While the anime isn’t over(about 6 more episodes left), I really hope it can maintain the energy it has for the past 6 or so episodes. And if this series manages to maintain this amount of amazing quality throughout the rest of it’s run, it may well end up being the anime of the season for, and possibly the comedy of the year. Now on my watch list!!!

I wonder what would happen to sadist happiness if everyone was a sadist?

This post was inspired by someone at work (no, I’m not kidding).

And I won’t tell you who and if you know, please don’t tell. She’s one of my sisters. And i’m happy for her cause she’s already free from her sufferings. And now she’ll start a new course. It was an easy process but they’ll have to go back to ACT on monday to complete the process of her enrollment. After that, we went to SM and ate cause we are all very hungry!!!!!!!! After those heat, and travels. Then we bought few stuffs for school then we went to their house to watch movie but then we weren’t able to finish it cause it was already late so i have to go home or else i’ll be dead by my father then when i arrive home, i copied some lyrics since mei2 wants me to memorize my lines. so my problem will be that, memorize and familiarize the song and the lyrics. *sighs* oh well, it is fun doing those stuffs. got to go. I feel already sleepy. and time check, it’s already 4:30 am and dad made me milk before going to bed. Love my dad!!! but i don’t like to show it just like how i don’t like to show my love to my sisters. Also that friend of mine gave her mechanical pencil worth 170 pesos to me and it is expensive to just give that right??? and she also gave me a very cute key chain!!! Thank you so much BAYOT!!! Shahada!!! Then i should stop blabbing and continue in sleeping. GOOD MORNIGHT!!!!

-akira-

What do you get when 4 assholes dressed alike in tracksuits? That’s right, you get the #tracksuit mafia. An idea months in the making… I would have posted this yesterday, but there were issues.[1] Where do I begin? Well, I guess a good old fashion time line is in order.[2]

The Tracksuit Mafia...

• Made a trip to Chocolate bears house and picked up a bottle of Jack, Bushmills, Vodka, 2 Jagers, a Red Bull, and a pimp cup.

Pimp Cup in Hand... Yes that went everywhere with us.

• Back to the Honey Comb Hideout for an hour long pre-game.

Chocolate Bear "thugged out" with Winston

• Crew shows up and nick-names were picked. I was Micky 4 knuckles.[3]
• The power hour concludes and we roll to our normal spot where we met up with some friends. Our bar tab was dutifully named “the guido’s” tab.

Gotta love your "friends"

• We did not pay for that tab… someone we met there did, cause they thought we were awesome.[4] Also, there were some really weird guys trying to convince Chocolate Bear he needed to fight in the MMA. It was weird.

Guy that picked up our tab

• We decided we needed to go to the local strip club, because, well, where else do 4 guys in tracksuits go? On the way there, we were cut off by some drunk asshole that called the big guy a “nigger”. Now, usually there would have been violence in this situation[5] but there was a cop right next to us with some other drunk asshole pulled over. This set the tone for the rest of the night.
• Hit the strip club hard! They were also having a costume contest, which we were convinced we would win… Not really, especially when strippers entered. Damn. We did get on stage and saunter around though. At is at this point where we decided to use fake accents, not on the strippers, but everyone else around us. When asked about my costume, I used the line “sorry, my English, no, so good”. I had several people yelling the same thing they originally said and I did not laugh, instead I went with, “oh, kusstume? Oh da, kusstume! Me gangsta…Bang..Bang, while making a gun from my fingers. It was classic, because they bought into my bullshit.
• Rolled out of the strip club and this is where is gets a bit, um, fuzzy.

These were the shots, but I have no idea where we were...

• I think we might have stopped off for Jager shots, but I really can’t be certain it was that night. We did end up in a more upscale neighborhood and at this one bar/club where a lot of cougar hunting is done. I decided Jimbo needed to bag himself a couger. Though, every time we go there the bouncer gives us a hard time about the way we are dressed. I am all, “come on bro, tracksuits! You are required by law to let us in.” He did and he shouldn’t have. We walked in and the place was dead. Slammed a single drink and bailed. On the way out I said something to the effect of I hate you or wtf. The doorman just laughed at us. Rightfully so.
• As we are rolling down the street going to meet up with our friend, a truck in front of us was screwing around and it pissed off Chocolate Bear (CB), so he honked the horn.[6] The guy in front of us got out of the truck and so did CB. Me, J, and Jimbo were still in the back watching, as CB can handle himself…except, 3 other dudes got out and approached. So, the 3 of us in the back got out and we were confronted by an entire family reunion. Seriously, 3 cars were behind us and 2 cars in the 7-11 parking lot, equallying 30 about 30 dudes to the 4 of us. By this point I had conceded that I was going to get punched in the face.[7] It was as if the gangs of New York was remade and everyone was wearing Fubu.

Imagine this scene, only in Fubu.

• Somehow, we managed to get out unscathed. There was people yelling 5-0 and it might have helped. Regardless, it was something that I never thought would happen. I am so glad nothing went down, cause that’s the kind of shit that ends up on the news.
• We finally made it to our friend’s bar. I walked in and ordered a beer, only to be denied, because we got there right at two.
• Things went fuzzy again and food was involved at some point. It was pretty rough.
• Woke up to see a buffet from Krystals had been consumed and noticed several bottles of Jager empty along with 100’s of beer bottles. Insane.
• Watched the Florida Gators kick the shit out of Georgia!
• Started it all over again. My costume started out as the guy who was too hung over to make a costume, then I switched to being a “transformer.” I start out as a regular guy, then by the end of the night, I am a drunk asshole.

Jimbo as Ashe

Ahh, choices...To be good or to be bad.

When you try to smoke celery, you know you have had too much to drink.

Doing what he does best

And I am done...

That is the story of this last weekend. Thank you…

[2] Sorry, I really wanted to try something different, but I am too challenged today.

[3] Think Franky 4 fingers, but more Irish.

[4] Umm, cause we are awesome!

[5] All of us would have gotten out of the car and kicked his ass.

[6] Now, in most situations, the next series of events would have gone way different.

[7] I am pretty, but I can take a punch or two when needed.

With my newly found sense of adventure[1], I feel it would be a good time to branch out in other aspects in my life, particularly in the dating department. Over the past year I have met and dated several amazing women, women that given the right circumstances would have worked out brilliantly. Sadly, it was just not meant to be. School, distance, religion and various other factors have left these amazing and beautiful people just out of my reach.

I could be sad, upset, disillusioned and my usual curmudgeon self about this matter, but I am not. In fact I have a completely different take on the issue. I feel that by meeting and dating these women, I have slowly learned more of what I am looking for in life. They have shown me that I am doing something right with my life and they are the kind of people I want to surround my self with. Though, this newly found enlightenment does not change one simple fact… I am single.

My current situation may be familiar to you, the reader. New phase in life and coming to terms with what is important to one’s self. With all the stresses coming on, it would be nice to have a good distraction or two. In this assessment though, I need to figure out a few things in regards to the approach. I have never tried Internet dating and my only experience in the dating “scene” has been the traditional meet and greet or the out and about pick up. Both have worked very well for me in the past; however, being in a new city with such a diverse population, I feel I should give the Internet a fair shake.

Lets examine a few key sites and my understanding of how they work:

OKCupid: I guess it’s a free dating site? PQ tells me, “They work on a ‘matching’ system based on the answers you give to the questions. The more question’s you answer, the more they can ‘figure out’ your matches. But just fill out your profile and go looking for matches. It’s better if you go look at matches/girls you could be interested in vs. them coming to you.”

Plenty of Fish: This is a free dating site that resembles the traditional “bar” model of dating. You have a profile and a small “about me” section. Basically, you are trolling pictures for what you think is your best suited match.

Match: This is a paid site that works similarly to Plenty of Fish. My understanding is that it is a more upscale version of the dating pool; kind of like paying to get into the VIP section of a club.

Eharmony: From what my roommate has told me[2] it is a Christian based paid dating site. They have you fill out an enormously long survey about yourself and likes/dislikes. Then, they match you based on the standard deviation in their “dating equation.” It seems that this is a very serious site for people looking to “find the one.”

Now, I guess once I select a site or several, depending on how I feel, I create a profile that would best describe me. This is where the fine line of truth and bullshit get blurry. When I talk, the subtle nuances of my nature come out; however, with my writing, some times my sarcasm comes across cynical. I will need to work on this.

Then, there is the “I found someone and need to interact” portion of this event.[3] I would then have to send the girl a message with some clever headline or something that does not scream douche bag. Then, make some one-way casual conversation with them and hope they respond. If all goes well, the lines of communication slowly elevate until the meeting point.

At the meeting point is where I am fine. In social situations I thrive and love interaction. I am just not sure how this whole “game” works. What are the rules? How do I make my profile say what I want to express, without being a total narcissistic head case that I usually am? What is the best way to start the conversation without being a complete asshat?

For these these answers, I turn to you, my readers. Please, enlighten me, as I am new to this game…

[2] She’s tried it

[3] I think of this as a Miss America Pageant. No, Miss Venezuela, cause that’s just one of the greatest things ever. God bless Telemundo!

Imagine if Hunter S. Thompson did win the election to be Sheriff, or Cobra Commander’s world domination plot succeeded and he overthrew G.I. Joe. What if Sleeping Beauty never got her kiss?

Why does the American ideal of “good” have to dominate our society so much? Why can’t Connor & Murphy McManus rid Boston of all the evil doer’s in their prescribed manner and not be shunned for their actions? Why is marijuana the scourge of American drug policy?

Think about it…