WORD

ancillary [an-suh-ler-ee or, especially Brit., an-sil-uh-ree] adj. 1. subordinate; subsidiary 2. auxiliary; assisting ∞ n. 3. something that serves in an ancillary capacity: Slides, records, and other ancillaries can be used with the basic textbook

Note: A friend of mine used “ancillary” in a sentence the other day, and I was ashamed to admit, while I determined the word’s meaning from the context, I was unable to accurately define it.

BIRTHDAY

Bat Masterson (1853), Scott Joplin (1868), Dale Carnegie (1888), Lucky Luciano (1897), William F. Buckley Jr. (1925), Paul Tagliabue (1940), Pete Best (1941), Ted Bundy (1946), Dwight Schultz (1947), Linda Tripp (1949), Denise Crosby (1957), Edgar Meyer (1960), Keith Primeau (1971), Colin Hanks (1977), Katherine Heigl (1978)

STANDPOINT

Man! Everyone is going batshit over the recent release of The Twilight Saga: New Moon.

And, I mean, my guess is all the praise is warranted.

It was, most likely, a great movie. All the inferred twists. All the supposed turns. The brooding guy with the wall of hair was expected to be really good. The rest of the cast seemed superb, especially those dudes who turn into werewolves. The one scene, where the one werewolf is chasing some girl across a backyard toward a house and, then, some guy shows up on the porch, and he starts running at the action, but once he nears the sprinting young lady, he jumps over her while becoming a werewolf himself, taking a defensive stance as if to suggest to the werewolf who was originally in pursuit, “Hey, dude! You can’t eat her. I’m kinda digging on her. You cool with that?” 

Maybe he was cool with that. Maybe he wasn’t. Maybe he was annoyed because this guy liked the girl who was running. Maybe he was annoyed because this guy liked every fucking girl he ever saw who was running. Maybe he’d finally had enough. Maybe he decided, right then and there, in that backyard, he was going to take a stand. Maybe something happened after that where the girl miraculously lived. Maybe she tragically died.

I’ll never know. I’ve only seen the previews. And that’s all I’m ever gonna see.

QUOTATION

If you don’t like doing something, but you still spend most of every day doing it, then you’re cheating yourself. If you hate your job – and you probably do – and fantasize endlessly about quitting, then you should quit. Quit the job you hate. I’ll say it two more times: Quit the job you hate. Quit the job you hate. → Ted Rall

TUNE

 So, something great someone can do is introduce you to quality music that, otherwise, would’ve never come your way. Two nights ago, I was with an (increasingly) good friend playing Scrabble (the result of which was a draw, no question), drinking red wine and listening to a guy named Joe Pisapia on the stereo. Solid stuff. Try “River Song” and you’ll know I’m right. Like I’m right about this supposedly dubious Scrabble outcome.

GALLIMAUFRY

→ When reading online news, I rarely smile. However, reading about Oprah ending her “talk show” brought on an ear-to-ear grin that almost hurt my cheeks. OK. Not really. But I am psyched about it.

→ I’m encouraging everyone of you to take a serious look at every book in your house after I read about a London family who’d no clue there was a first edition of Charles Darwin’s On the Origin of Species sitting in the bathroom for the past 40 years or so.

→ OK. You caught me. I haven’t been updating this blog as much as I used to. I apologize for the fact I’ve recently rediscovered that, after a year hiatus, I’m allowed to have a life. Awww. I can’t stay mad at you folks. I’ll update as much as I can. Thanks for reading. Seriously.

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Hi everyone, we’ve had a comment which unfortunately doesn’t show because we had to change our comment system but here it is:

thanks im doing an esa for school on him you gave me so new info if you post anything about ted bundy or charels manson that whould be great!!!

I certainly will ! Actually I have written a lot about Ted Bundy and I wanna direct you to a couple of the articles I wrote:

What is a psychopath?  Read here.

Where to find serial killer info online. Read here.

Burn, Bundy, Burn – On the twentieth anniversary of Ted Bundy’s execution. Read here.

I have never written about Charles Manson because he wasn’t really a serial killer and I never found him that interesting – but I hope you can use these links to study more for your essay.

Thanks for your nice comment!

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There are a few things in my life that I have tried and failed at. The memorable banjo lessons of 2003, the heartbreaking Urdu practising of 2007, my current attempts to master ‘I Want You Back’ on my bass. This all seems prophetic to me considering how near I am to the finishing line of Sex And The City, and though I’m taking massive amounts of time between the episodes, it seems that no matter how hard I try this actually will be a project I will finish.

We began this episode with Steve and Miranda. Steve was clad in a checked shirt with curly hair, a look that would not be out-of-place in certain gory and cliquey parts of East London. As they were watching a charming old couple argue, Miranda proposed to Steve amidst a sea of cheap beers. Not the way I would have done it, but then Miranda didn’t have any chocolate factories, hard nipples and a mouth full of Essex bravado to fall back on.

Alexander, the exotic Russian artist, and Carrie, the neurotic American martyr continued their relationship. Alexander played Carrie a song he wrote for her, which Carrie couldn’t get used to. She described it as ‘ick’, an expression I last encountered when reading Sweet Valley High. I felt it was disgusting behaviour by Carrie, she forever moans about a lack of romance in her life, and then when a diminutive Eastern European plays her a song, with a title in French despite her being American, she scrunched her nose up in disgust.

The romance didn’t stop with just songs. Alexander also read Carrie a poem, which to an uncultured slob like Carrie must be pure torture. To prove her intelligence, she proceeded to read out a segment from ‘Vogue’, a magazine we have all established is purely for students, and out of work middle-aged photographers. “Just cos he means it doesn’t mean it’s okay” Miranda said when Carrie was telling her all about it. Fuck me, what is the world coming to when a little bit of romance and charm is seen as a bad thing? I read to my girlfriend all the time, and no-one can tell me that the football gossip page from BBC Sport isn’t the most riveting and loving words ever penned by man.

With Alexander offering expensive dresses, opera and McDonald’s, Harry decided to get his head in the game, and be more romantic to Charlotte. As his bald head almost perfectly reflected the moon on a balmy, yet clear night, he took Charlotte to a candle lit restaurant to prove that it wasn’t just “the foreign guys” who could be tender and romantic. This culminated in a French meal, which ended unfortunately with both of them experiencing severe diarrhoea on their return home. For once the shit coming out of the arse of one of the characters was worse than the utter rubbish coming out of their mouths usually.

Steve and Miranda had their wedding in a garden. With the marrow, the strawberries and the foul-smelling diggers they decided the best way to enter wedlock would be to avoid churches and pews, by embracing weeds and foliage. This is one of my gripes with Sex And The City, everything is really hurried and rushed, like the wank you’re dying to finish because you can hear footsteps outside your door approaching the handle. There is no subtlety, no poise and definitely no lubrication. Weddings, illnesses and even Big Mac meals, tossed aside meekly like a cum ridden penis after one tug too many.

And that was the cheerful part of the episode. After going to a plastic surgeon because she wanted a boob job, Samantha was found to have a cancerous lump in her breast, which she revealed via a very hurried monologue to Carrie in the back of a taxi en route to Miranda’s wedding. Cancer is a tough subject for this show to broach considering its complete lack of tastefulness and awareness for other potentially sensitive issues. Although Samantha is arguably being the most unlikable character, at least from a moral standpoint, she is also the most interesting in terms of wondering exactly what happened to her in life to make her into the emotionless person she’s portrayed as in the show.

The “c” word is one that stirs up an unbelievable range of emotions in people, and for all my flaws and all my slurs of pretty much everyone, and everything, it’s not a subject I feel that comfortable joking about. I’m not trying to make myself seem brilliant, or up my own arse or anything like that, because it clearly isn’t a badge of honour to be proud of not making jokes about stuff, but considering my complete lack of sensitivity regarding most issues, it’s an important point for me to make.

There is clearly nothing about cancer that is amusing, nothing funny about the ones we love being eaten away from the inside and turning from healthy, happy people to gaunt shadows of the people they once were. I mean fuck, I’ve never seen anyone ill, and in an ideal world I never will, but the shadows of the end frequently lurk in the back of my mind, a constant reminder to myself to appreciate what I have today before tomorrow finishes it all.

So no, no gags about cancer in this respect, and for once no mentions of Samantha’s extremely annoying personality. I remember a quote I read when Jade Goody died, which said “no-one deserves cancer but not everyone deserves sympathy.” I agreed with that at the time, having not been a fan of Goody at all, but looking back now it all seems a little bit crass and disgusting, and leaves me a bit ashamed of myself. Of course there will be times when humour is needed, and that will be addressed in due course.

Let’s end this review on a positive note shall we? Have I told you the joke about the brick wall? I won’t bother – you won’t get over it.

Yesterday, some alleged Muslim guy shot up Fort Hood, killing 13 people and wounding 2-3 dozen others. I mention he’s Muslim because apparently that’s really important. Some people in the media are trying to downplay it but others are implying – all but actually saying – his religion had everything to do with it. This latter group of people is frustrated that the down-players are down-playing his alleged religion. I say “alleged” because many witnesses say he was only pretending to give a crap about Islam to get out of going wherever they were sending him. They’re even bringing up other mass murderers and serial killers pointing out that they were Muslim as well.

Serial killers who were not Muslim:

• Ted Bundy
• Jeffrey Dahmer

Mass murderers who were not Muslim

• Adolf Hitler
• The Trench Coat Mafia

The “he did it because he was Muslim” crowd cite things he’d written online and things he yelled while shooting up the place. They say he didn’t want to go kill other Muslims or get involved for whatever reason.

If memory serves, Muhammed Ali did not shoot a whole bunch of people to avoid the draft. He suffered the loss of his license and income. Like a man. He took a stand and took the consequences. Like a man. Major Nidal Malik Hasan isn’t a man – he’s a whack-job. He’s crazy. Suicide bombers don’t blow themselves and others up because they’re muslim, they do it because they’re crazy.

I’m from Detroit – I’ve known muslims since I started grade school. None of them have tried to kill me. The dude in the cubicle next to mine is a muslim and the only thing he’s ever done is smile at me, laugh with me, and lend me a Koran. Unless he’s using poison ink like in Name of the Rose, I think I’m okay.

Another of these  “he did it because he was Muslim” wieners said “if it was a white guy who did it, they’d leap at the chance to point out it was some right-wing nutjob.” That might be true – that the media would do that – but it doesn’t make it true that someone’s right-wing-nut-jobbiness is the reason they do crazy things. The reason they do crazy things is they’re crazy.

Back to the crazy stuff Major Nidal Malik Hasan wrote online. I don’t think that’s evidence of anything either. Lots of people write crazy stuff online. I do. I wrote some outrageous things I’d do – violently – as retribution for poor customer service and it even resulted in the FBI and Sherriff coming to my door but if I actually were to do something ridiculously stupid like Major Nidal Malik Hasan it wouldn’t be because I’m a born-again Christian it would be because I’m crazy. Say what you want about the relationship between evangelicals and insanity but the former isn’t a pre-req for killing people. Ah ah ah – don’t mention those who shoot abortionists because guess why they do that? You guessed it! They’re crazy!

You don’t have to be an evangelical Christian, Muslim or Israeli soldier to kill people. As it turns out, you can be crazy with a whole new religion:

• Heaven’s Gate
• The Peoples’ Temple
• Scientology

So, please leave the Muslims alone before we end up with internment camps or … camps of another sort.

Theodore Robert Cowell Bundy nació en Virgminton, Vermont, el 24 de noviembre de 1946. Fue un asesino en serie estadounidense, autor de aproximadamente 30 asesinatos que sentenciaron su ejecución en la silla eléctrica. Es conocido por sus sangrientos crímenes y su alarmante cantidad de delitos. Su madre fue Louise Cowell y su padre un veterano de la fuerza aérea cuya identidad permaneció desconocida para Bundy toda su vida.

Tras su nacimiento, Louise se muda a vivir con sus padres haciendo creer a Ted que sus abuelos eran sus padres y que ella era su hermana con la intención de evitar las críticas de la sociedad contra las madres solteras en esa época. Cuando Bundy tenía cuatro años él y su madre se mudaron a Tacoma, Washington a vivir con otros parientes y ahí la madre se enamora de Johnnie Culpepper Bundy y en Mayo de 1951 la pareja se casa.  Cuatro hermanos para el joven Ted fueron el resultado de dicho matrimonio. Conforme pasaba el tiempo Ted se sentía más incómodo de la situación. Cada vez se fue haciendo más solitario y los expertos opinan que la incapacidad de Bundy para relacionarse con otras personas y establecer lazos afectivos  viene de estos primeros episodios familiares. Sin embargo esta condición psicológica es típica de los asesinos en serie.

Durante su niñez, en el libro ‘Ted Bundy: Conversations with a Killer’ establecen que el joven Bundy era incapaz de relacionarse con los demás.  No entendía la necesidad de la gente por hacerse de amigos, de dejarse estimar. En realidad, no le interesaba formar lazos de amistad con otras personas, quizás por una cierta barrera psicológica infranqueable. Actuaba como el resto, pero en el fondo dudaba. Alo largo de la época e la enseñanza media comenzó su carrera criminal empezando por lo pequeño: robos aquí y allá en tiendas, estafas de poca importancia, voyeurismo, etc. Pero para un criminal serial, por algo se empieza. Al paso del tiempo la personalidad de Bundy iría de ser tímido y reservado a ser un sujeto mas dueño de si mismo y dominante. Poco a poco las manifestaciones psicópatas aumentaban, el robo a casa habitación y el allanamiento de morada. Sabemos que un criminal serial es por definición manipulador y mentiroso. La gente de su círculo cercano jamás tuvo oportunidad de interpretar todas las señales que emitía Bundy.

En el plano laboral, consiguió trabajos no muy bien pagados, y apenas duró en ellos, mantenía poco control y disciplina en su empleo. Sus compañeros de trabajo lo recuerdan como una persona bastante poco confiable.

En el año 1967, Bundy comenzó una relación con Leslie, una chica muy guapa, inteligente y de buena familia, proveniente de San Francisco. Esta relación acabó en ruptura a pesar de que Bundy la quería con locura. En 1969, año que consigue graduarse de Psicología, Leslie decidió terminar la relación con Bundy, ya que vio enormes huecos en su personalidad, principalmente la falta de dirección y objetivos en su vida.Ted nunca se recuperó de la ruptura, aquella chica se convirtió en toda una obsesión. Intentó seguir en contacto con ella escribiéndole cartas, aunque ella no cambió de decisión.

Por la ruptura anterior, Bundy dejó los estudios, pero de alguna manera rehizo sus asuntos y se re inscribió en la universidad de Washington esta vez en la carrera de Derecho. En esta carrera era muy bueno, querido por sus profesores. Durante estos años inició un romance con Meg Anders, que duró aproximadamente 5 años. A pesar de que Bundy no la amaba, ella tenía la esperanza de que en algún momento sentaría la cabeza para estar al lado de ella y de su pequeña hija.

Del 69 al 72 todo iba en la dirección deseada, Bundy enviaba solicitudes de admisión a varias escuelas de derechomezclado y estaba  en actividades comunitarias y hasta obtuvo una condecoración de la policía de Seattle por salvar a un pequeño de 3 años de morir ahogado.

Comienzo de los crímenes en 1974

En 1974, Bundy comienza a asesinar, la mayoría de las víctimas de Bundy serían en lo sucesivo mujeres atractivas, blancas, de cabello negro lacio y peinado por la mitad.

En todos sus crímenes seguía el mismo procedimiento. Vestido de otra cosa, finguiendo que era una persona que no era, es decir, engañando, seguía a la víctima por la calle y luego, en su casa, la estrangulaba y la golpeaba. En ocasiones las secuestraba para llevarlas a un lugar más seguro. Una vez muerta la sodomizaba con el miembro o con el objeto que tenía más a mano mientras mordía su cuerpo y las insultaba.

- 04/01/1974: Bundy entró al cuarto de Joni Lenz, de 18 años y estudiante de universidad. La golpeó con una palanca metálica, inclusive removió una pieza de la cama de la víctima y la agredió sexualmente con la misma. Al día siguiente, la mujer fue encontrada en un charco de su propia sangre. Sobrevivió pero con daño cerebral permanente.

- 31/01/1974: Bundy asesina a Lynda Ann Healy, de 21 años, estudiante de psicología en la Universidad de Washington. Bundy logró colarse a su dormitorio y la golpeó dejándola insconciente. La vistió para luego envolverla en una sábana. La noche de su desaparición, sus vecinos de cuarto no oyeron nada, así que nadie notó la ausencia de la muchacha hasta el día siguiente. Finalmente los padres se preocuparon ante la ausencia de Lynda, pero la policía consideró que no se podía establecer que algún crimen grave hubiera sido cometido, a pesar de hallarse en su habitación una funda de almohada y un par de sábanas ensangrentadas y en el armario su camisón con el cuello también ensangrentado. No se tomaron mayores muestras ni estudios del escenario del crimen.

- Durante la primavera y verano de 1974, bajo similares circunstancias, siguieron desapareciendo jovencitas universitarias. Todas ellas eran mujeres atractivas, de cabello a los hombros, lacio y de color oscuro. Igualmente, su desaparición fue descubierta por las mañanas, cuando se ausentaban de sus labores cotidianas. Al menos ocho víctimas se contabilizaron hasta que Bundy atacó a plena luz del día.

- El 9 de febrero, Carol Valenzuela de 20 años desapareció de Vancouver, su cuerpo no fue descubierto hasta octubre junto con los restos de otra mujer que jamás ha podido ser identificada. Dos días después de la desaparición de Valenzuela, tuvo lugar en Holladay la desaparición de Nancy Wilcox, de 16 años, cuyo cuerpo jamás fue encontrado.

- El 12 de marzo desapareció otra estudiante, Donna Mason, de 19 años. Fue vista con vida por última vez alrededor de las 7 de la tarde dirigiéndose a un concierto de jazz en el campus.

- Susan Rancourt, de 18 años, desapareció el 17 de abril mientras caminaba por los jardines del Central Washington State College.

- La siguiente víctima de Bundy sería Roberta Parks de 20 años. La secuestró mientras ella se dirigía al dormitorio de unas amigas para tomar un café. Bundy usó el truco de aparecer como lesionado y le pidió que le ayudase a subir algunas cosas a su coche.

- El 8 de noviembre de 1974, la policía consiguió, por fin, un testigo capaz de ponerles sobre la pista del asesino. Carol DaRonch.

-Las pruebas contra Bundy eran ya inobjetables; se le detuvo debido a que los oficiales de camino, en cada condado son conocedores de todos los vecinos y ponen mucha atención en los coches que no conocen.En las primeras inspecciones fueron halladas la palanca de metal (arma predilecta de Bundy), esposas, cinta y otros objetos que hicieron sospechar inmediatamente del detenido. La evidencia hallada fue ligada paulatinamente a la desaparición de otras mujeres.  Gracias a la colaboración de la directora del teatro de la escuela por la que merodeaba Bundy y de Carol DaRonch, la identificación de Bundy fue corroborada policialmente.

- El 7 de junio de 1976 saltó por una ventana de la biblioteca, lesionándose un tobillo, lo que le impidió llegar demasiado lejos. Aun así consiguió eludir a la policía durante 6 días. Los analistas estiman que el número de víctimas podría fácilmente rondar las 100 mujeres.

El 24 de enero de 1989, a las 7 y 4 minutos Theodore Robert Bundy fue ejecutado en la silla eléctrica.

Video de entrevista con Ted Bundy

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3PfEyGxe-mM (Parte I)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G9Ywcx-dMZ8&feature=related (Parte II)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7R7NQlmkF_M&feature=related (Parte III)

Where does the barrier between grisly and mainstream films begin?

In the new film, “Saw” that very aspect is explored so much that for more than half the film you aren’t sure what you are witnessing.

Saw’s premise begins something like this:

Dr. Lawrence Gordon (Cary Elwes) awakens on a decaying bathroom floor. His ankle is handcuffed to one of the bathroom’s many pipes. In the centre of the room lies a dead body that seems to have died by apparent suicide. Blood leaks from an open head wound and the victim holds a revolver.

On the other side of the room sits another man named Adam (Leigh Whannell, also the film’s co-writer) who seems to be in the same situation as Gordon.

On a microcassette, their abductor instructs Gordon to kill Adam or the two men will die and so will Gordon’s wife (Monica Potter) and daughter. Other than the microcassette, their abductor has left the men a couple clues and two badly worn handsaws that are only strong enough to cut flesh and bone. What are they to do? Who is more desperate? What would you do?

We have seen so many of these grisly horror films and some of the better made films have gone on to be critically-acclaimed horror classics which include “Se7en” and “Silence of the Lambs”. That is just it; Saw isn’t even in the same league as those classics.

What “Saw” has going for it is an unbelievable spine-tingling premise that is horrific unto itself. When the film veers away from the room holding the two men it loses its momentum and its horrific impact.

The film tries to allow the audience to see what is going on away from the room with a disillusioned detective named Tapp (Danny Glover) and even allows us to see the long drawn out history between Tapp and the abductor. Not for one moment do we care and all we want to see is more of what is going on inside the bathroom.

I loved this film’s premise and wanted it to slowly uncover the insanity of the situation and its grisly but all too human outcome.

I didn’t need to see some bloated detective chase down yet again another serial killer. I wanted more psychology and less grime.

I loved the performance of Cary Elwes as the desperate doctor and he is probably the best actor in the piece.

This marks two stellar performances for Elwes who was also incredible in the A&E film “The Riverman” where Elwes played infamous serial killer Ted Bundy. If you haven’t seen that film, seek it out.

As a premise I would give this film a perfect score but in overall execution I give it…

2.5 out of 5

So Says the Soothsayer.

My love for Bill Mosley started some years ago when I first saw Texas Chainsaw Massacre II. His character Chop-Top made me laugh, but I felt a little dirty each time I chuckled at him.  He’d heat up the end of his scratcher with that metallic lighter, then go to town on his T-800 dome, and a little bit of nausea rose up in me with each flake of skin he’d gobble down.

\”Dog will hunt!\”

But just like telling spooky stories with friends late at night, the unnerving feelings are welcomed and even encouraged.  If an actor can honestly make you wanna feel a way that you’d adamantly avoid normally, they’re doing a damn good job.

Years later I went to the Lacey theater with a big group of friends and randoms.  The building always weirded be out when I was little because of its exterior; it looked like a fleshy melting sqaure.  I like to think  the idea behinds its construction was to pour concrete on a solid structure in the middle of a heatwave and let physics do the rest.  I digress.  The friends, randoms, and myself were going to see The Devils Rejects. I had seen House of 1,000 Corpses a couple years prior and hated it, yet I was super excited to see the “sequel” for some reason.

There’s no reason for me to go into details about the actual movie-going experience so I’ll just sum it up:  the girlfriend at the time almost vomited during the semi-truck vs crazed victim scene, my buddy Tate addressed some shusher as “bitch” then continued to explain how gore is funny, and Freebird from that day on held a totally different residence in my heart.

So many aspects are hitting all the right cylinders in the movie, but the characters standout above everything.  I’d assume the roles which carried over from 1,000 Corpses was what excited me about Rejects because otherwise the ladder had nothing going for it besides a budget.  Just how Tarentino is an expert when it comes to casting actors to actually fit a role as opposed to selling the film, Rob Zombie filled his sophomore work with people who make you believe in them and are capable of taking the audience through acts one, two, and three.  Otis Driftwood was the one character bringing home the fucking bacon, but he was actually going out and slaughtering the pigs with a big ol’ boot knife.

Bill Moseley brought this vibe to a character you’re supposed to hate, but more importantly fear.  His introduction into the film shows him laying in some mess of a room – stained tighty-whities the only thing covering his thin build – with his arm over the corpse of some dead teenage girl.  Now, unless you have a Teen Beat poster of Ted Bundy above your bed (come on, the man was a lady-killer, eh eh?), automatically you lump Mr. Driftwood into the “fuck-you-I-hope-you-choke-on-twenty-three-issues-of-Vogue” category.  As the film unfurls you start to laugh at Otis’ jokes and see him as some sort of white trash evil deity.  He’s the kinda guy that is SO much fun to go out drinking with, but every once in a while he gets the devil in him and pops you one… yet you keep going out drinking with him.  Just me?  Whatever pussies.

What I’m trying to get at is that Bill Mosley has this charisma as an actor, but his charm usually draws you to some deviant that got his seventeen year old girlfriend pregnant, crashed his Dad’s ‘63 Impala SS, and stole your piggy bank to buy meth.  That takes some talent, dammit.

Ridiculously loud laughing aside due to my humor:  we love rooting for bad guys every once in a while.  If you watch enough Jason and Freddy movies you will end up always crossing your fingers hoping that the “annoying kid in the wheelchair” character gets it, because, come on… teenagers suck.  But from time to time we wanna let a little bit of that darkness in, whether it’s laughing at someone stubbing their toe or Scratchy chopping Itchy into pieces then shooting him to the Moon.  No one is perfect – besides me in 11th grade – so sinning through thought or action is necessary here and there.  Me?  I like letting Bill Mosley do the work for me.

\”I want lightning to come down and crash upon my fucking head!\”

Excuse me while I back up. Since I’m less than a week old, there will be some old stuff here.

I see now why ESPN replaced Le Anne Schreiber with Don Ohlmeyer as their ombudsman. Whereas Schreiber brought a reporter’s instinct and work ethic to her columns, answering tough questions about ESPN’s decision making, Ohlmeyer seems more like an off-the-record PR man. The off-the-record PR man never stops being a PR man. He’ll still ra-ra his employer, but in his desire to be friends with the reporter (not really friends, but a sympathetic figure) he will make a slight admission of imperfection about his employer. So it is with Ohlmeyer.

After a horrendous debut column which seemed to be dictated and transcribed by an ESL student, Ohlmeyer returned last month.

Schreiber was good at talking to the ESPN executives and on-air talent. You could tell her questions were tough and they pushed people to their limits as far as how much they were going to say.

Ohlmeyer, a former television producer (and ruiner of Saturday Night Live) shares neither the interest in reporting or pushing the suits at ESPN. Instead he relies on old anecdotes – all 25 years old or more – about himself or people he has worked with. For example,

- He lauds Don Meredith, Frank Gifford and Howard Cosell, who last worked together as a three-man team in 1978.
- He lauds Dick Enberg, Al Maguire and Billy Packer as a three-man broadcasting team who started together in 1978.
- He even lauds the Jets-Dolphins game in 1980 which aired without announcers.

What do all of these things have in common? Don Ohlmeyer presided over all of them.

When he’s not giving examples of his own accomplishments he drones on about what we should look for in a three-man announcing team. Jesus, Don, how long does it take you to explain this shit?

Anyway, Ohlmeyer’s September column is in three parts.

He likes Jon Gruden, though Dan Levy at The Sporting News disagrees.

He likes the Little League World Series coverage (way to pick the hard-hitting stuff, Don!)

He does not like Sorority Row, the slasher movie set on a college campus which came and went out of theaters quicker than the Tri-Lambs got in and out of Pi Delta Pi.

His e-mailers, whom he must have taken with him in his journey back to 1978, remind him that Ted Bundy killed some sorority sisters that year at Florida State.

So he calls up the advertising dude and says, “Yo, why did you run ads for that movie during a Florida State game?”

The advertising dude says, “We gotta pay the bills dude and it’s not like little kids are watching this shit.”

Then that’s it. No sort of Schreiberian follow-up. Does Ohlmeyer blame ESPN for airing ads of a movie about sorority girls getting killed during a game being played by a school where one of the world’s most famous serial killers killed sorority girls?

You can’t help but feel sympathy for those who were unexpectedly catapulted back into what was so clearly a traumatic event. A serial killer should be the furthest thing from a viewer’s mind when watching the Seminoles play the Hurricanes. However, it’s difficult to fault ESPN for not catching the Bundy-Florida State connection. The tragedy happened more than 30 years ago and wouldn’t necessarily be a top-of-mind consideration for someone reviewing a commercial for air.

Would you say, Don, that something that happened 30 years ago would still be memorable? Like fucking Cosell-Meredith-Gifford-Maguire-Enberg-Packer-Jets-Dolphins-Ted Bundy?

So, ESPN is off the hook in Ohlmeyer’s book?

Put the “Sorority Row” spots in “SportsCenter,” NFL, MLB or other such programs, but a campus slasher movie strikes too close to home in a college football game.

So, it’s the old it’s-not-your-fault-but-don’t-it-again routine.

Let’s review. E-mailers liked Jon Gruden. He did too. E-mailers liked Little League. He did too. E-mailers didn’t like Sorority Row. He didn’t either. But, it wasn’t ESPN’s fault.

And, he ruined Saturday Night Live.

Don Ohlmeyer: New MNF trio deft at dance of a three-man booth – ESPN

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10/13/09: Get Serial Cat Killer Off New York Streets


Kittens Bonifide and Elmo…with their killer, Sean Lynde in custody of
ASPCA Special Agents. Bonifide and Emo were two of alleged cat killer
Lynde’s victims. Bonafide was found dead with a broken neck in January,
while Emo went missing and was presumed dead last year. Hermann for News

Lynde returns for a hearing on 11/19/09 to either enter a guilty plea or to
set a trial date… http://forums.manhattanbirdclub.com/post?id=3631405

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Honorable Michael J. Obus of the New York Supreme Court and the Manhattan
District Attorney’s Office:

I am deeply concerned about the case of Sean Lynde, a Manhattan man who
methodically killed girlfriend Rachael Strate’s four cats. Animal torture
and murder are serious crimes that demand your utmost deliberation.

In October 2008, Lynde allegedly poisoned Cleo, whose body was found with a
mouthful of detergent behind a dryer. He bludgeoned Zoe so severely, a
veterinarian euthanized her. Strate next adopted kittens Willie and Betty.
Within a month, Willie was fatally crippled and Lynde claims Betty “fell off
a countertop” to her death. After Strate brought home two more kittens, one
named Emo vanished and Bonafide turned up with a broken neck.

Lynde seemingly derives pleasure from prolonged suffering — as further
evidenced by past charges for crippling a kitten and instigating a sixth
cat’s disappearance.

I urge officials to levy the maximum felony penalty of four years in prison
for six counts of aggravated animal cruelty and to seek the full misdemeanor
sentence for harassment and stalking charges related to ex-girlfriend
Strate. Please ensure Lynde undergoes extensive psychological evaluation and
is barred from possessing or living with animals.

Violence against animals is a recognized precursor to violence against
humans. Indeed, Lynde already vented rage on Strate in March when he
reportedly struck her computer so hard it cost $800 to repair.

Repeat animal attacks suggest a predatory style that is a sign of “organized
and premeditated violence against others,” says Dr. Randall Lockwood, an
animal behaviorist with ASPCA Anti-Cruelty Initiatives who consults with
cruelty investigators, law enforcers and mental health professionals.

Prolific murderers such as the Boston Strangler, Son of Sam, Jeffrey Dahmer
and Ted Bundy practiced on animals before graduating to humans. Dennis
Rader, notorious for the Bind-Torture-Kill murders in Wichita, Kansas,
confessed to strangling cats and dogs before his sadistic spree. Men
prosecuted for animal cruelty are five times as likely to be arrested for
other violent crimes, claims Utah State University professor Frank Ascione.

I implore New York courts to recognize the gravity of animal cruelty crimes.
Sean Lynde needs rehabilitation and incarceration. Please do not release a
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Accused kitty killer Sean Lynde turns self in; suspected of murdering 4 of girlfriend’s adopted cats
http://www.nydailynews.com/news/ny_crime/2009/08/21/2009-08-21_cops_bag_accused_cat_killer.html#ixzz0OtCnmPT0
Sean Lynde, Serial Cat Killer/Torturer (6 cats in all)
http://forums.manhattanbirdclub.com/post?id=3631405
Four cats brutally tortured, killed – New York, NY (US)
http://www.pet-abuse.com/cases/15734/NY/US/
Officials: NYC man killed 4 of girlfriend’s cats
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/32518757/ns/us_news-crime_and_courts/
Cat Serial Killer Sean Lynde Arrested in Manhattan
http://www.inquisitr.com/34276/cat-serial-killer-sean-lynde-arrested-in-manhattan/
Sean Lynde, NYC Man, Killed 4 Of Girlfriend’s Cats
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2009/08/21/sean-lynde-nyc-man-killed_n_265765.html

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For those unfamiliar with her or her thinking I’ve summarized her thinking in two sentences (as I understand it, or perhaps just the area of interest to myself).  First, individuals when they become parents, all too often, seek to answer their own psychological neediness by “feeding” off the child, rather than answering the child’s own psychological needs – this pattern can last for generation upon generation.  Secondly, children only know they are entitled to their emotions if an adult mirrors these emotions.  I believe these two ideas to be extremely powerful.  The first one shows a way out from the phenomenon of generations of dysfunctional families.  The second promises the possibility of training “witness for soul” therapists as opposed to the hit or miss current system, in which capable therapists are essentially individual accidents.

Dear Alice Miller,

Some ten years back, I read and studied quite a number of your works.  Since that time I have, on my own, studied, thought and written about sociopaths.  I don’t recall much mention of sociopaths in your works but I don’t expect you to believe they are born, not made.  However, I don’t actually know that, this is just a surmise.  I’m very curious to know your view of sociopathy, if you have a chance to answer this.

I don’t see a contradiction between your thinking and the existence of genetic sociopaths.  Quoting my blog, “When one considers all the seemingly conscienceless and subtracts the attachment disordered, the narcissistically rigid, and the hideously abused and needy, there is still a core of the emotionally/morally colorblind, a.k.a. the Cleckley sociopath (from Cleckley’s Mask of Sanity), a.k.a., the Charlie Carewe sociopath (from the actress Mary Astor’s The Incredible Charlie Carewe).” http://pathwhisperer.wordpress.com/past-notes/.

I, and others, see sociopaths as developmentally arrested psychologically — but up through puberty they go through most of the same psychological developmental stages.  So following this line of thought, I would say that Ted Bundy and Jeffrey Dahmer were serial killers due to psychological abuse, their sociopathy simply made them extremely skillful at it.  Unclaimed and left in the hospital, as I recall from their bios, they screamed for their primal birthright, loving maternal attention, until their tear ducts dried and their psyches came to realize that help was not on the way.  This vast, unplacated, infantile rage then went subterranean to reappear again and again throughout life but now with an adult’s capabilities and, in their cases, a sociopath’s talents.

Perhaps you would be interested in my posts on incest, I believe I have adopted your view of psychological cause and effect:  http://pathwhisperer.wordpress.com/2009/03/08/incest-dad-represents-self-in-court-cross-examines-daughter/ & http://pathwhisperer.wordpress.com/2009/03/18/post-redux-josef-fritzl-and-reflections-on-incest-52308/.

I look forward to your reply.

Thank you,

The Path Whisperer

For more information on Alice Miller and her writings:  http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_ss_gw_3_12?url=search-alias%3Daps&field-keywords=alice+miller+prisoners+of+childhood&sprefix=alice+miller&sprefix=alice+miller&sprefix=alice+miller&sprefix=alice+miller, http://www.alice-miller.com/index_en.php.

Dexter Morgan
(Fictional character; from Novels Darkly Dreaming Dexter, Dearly Devoted Dexter, Dexter in the Dark, and Dexter by Design by Jeff Lindsay*; also in the Showtime TV series Dexter, played by Michael C. Hall)

Occupation: Blood Splatter Analyst for the Miami – Metro Police Department

LIFE STORY

When Dexter was three, he and his older brother Brian witnessed their mother and three other people being brutally murdered by drug dealers, and were left sitting covered in blood and surrounded by four dismembered corpses for days. Harry Morgan took Dexter from the scene and adopted him, while Brian was sent to a mental institution for disturbed children. Both boys grew up to be serial killers, but Dexter was raised with morals.

Harry began to teach Dexter how to be a cautious, meticulous, and efficient killer after he discovered the remains of the neighborhood pets Dexter had been killing. Harry suspected that Dexter was a Sociopath with an innate need to kill, and taught Dexter to force his violent tendencies towards a positive cause; killing other killers.

Not only did Harry teach Dexter to kill efficiently, he also taught him to live a lifestyle that would keep suspicion away from him. He taught Dexter to fake emotions and to give people the reactions they would expect from a normal person, even though he never truly felt any of it. In the end, Harry gave Dexter a system of ethical principles that Dexter grows to call the “Code of Harry.”

Dexter killed his first victim at the age of 19, when his father, dying of coronary artery disease, gave him “permission” to kill a nurse that had been killing people in the hospital with overdoses of Morphine.

PSYCHOLOGICAL MAP

Dexter is driven to kill by an inner voice he likes to call the “Dark Passenger.” When that voice can no longer be controlled, he “lets ‘the Dark Passenger’ do the driving.” – This is very reminiscent of what Ted Bundy said about his other half, “The Entity.” He claimed that all of the darkness inside him was pushed into “The Entity” and when it could no longer be controlled, he was forced to let it take over.

He explains his “code” in the TV show as: “My intention was never to save lives, but save lives I did.”

Dexter considers himself emotionally “divorced” from the rest of humanity, and he often refers to humans as though he isn’t one himself. He makes frequent references to an internal “emptiness,” and says that he kills to feel alive.

He has no interest in romance, and claims that he only uses his girlfriend as a cover for what he is. He does, however, show that he is capable of feeling; he says once that “If I were capable of love, how I would have loved Harry.”

Dexter likes children. He won’t hurt them, and if someone has killed children, he becomes even more violent in killing them than he would normally be.

“1 in 25 ordinary Americans secretly has no consience and can do anything at all without feeling guilty.” – Martha Stout, Ph.D.

10 quotes from serial killers who on conviction really didn’t seem to bother themselves with any remorse or at least it appears that way.

Charles Manson

1) Remorse for what? You people have done everything in the world to me. Doesn’t that give me equal right?

Charles Manson 1934 to date. Described as a career criminal, currently serving life in a Californian prison. Manson was convicted for murdering 2 men [in 1972] and for conspiracy to commit in the infamous Tate-La Bianca murders.  With an IQ of 109 and an apparent ‘intense need to call attention to himself’ he is a self proclaimed deistic figure with an apocalyptic vision. Manson attracted followers labelled ‘the family’ who he told he would protect during the up and coming Armageddon. Some of this family were convicted of carrying out the Tate-La Bianca murders. Manson apparently intrigues a lot of people as he receives 50,000 letters a year.

Ted Bundy

2) You feel the last bit of breath leaving their body. You’re looking into their eyes. A person in that situation is God.

Ted Bundy1946 -1989 Bundy admitted to killing 30 women. He was generally described as an intelligent articulate and good looking young man with a promising future ahead of him.  Instead he spent 4 years murdering women by breaking into their homes or luring them to their deaths by disguise . In the last interview before his execution he cited violent hard core pornography as a contributory factor for his actions and expressed concern for its continuing evolution and availability.

Albert Fish- pelvis with needles

3) None of us are saints.

Albert Fish 1870 – 1936.  Fish said he had killed around 23 people. He apparently had an array of ‘disorders’ and was judged to be “disturbed but sane” by a psychiatrist prior to any convictions. Fish murdered then ate his victims, and at his trial professed that he heard the voice of God telling him to kill children. He was sentenced to death by electric chair for killing three. Known to be fond of self harm he is claimed to have said that being electrocuted would be “the supreme thrill.”

Carl Panzram

4) In my lifetime I have broken every law that was ever made by both man and God…if either had made more I should have cheerfully broken them also.

Carl Panzram 1891 – 1930. Panzram was first arrested at 9, then at 11 he went to a child detention center, after joining the army he went on to their prison. Shortly after release he was imprisoned again and escaped; by then he claimed to have killed 20 people. From here he went to prison for theft where he said he would murder the first person who annoyed him which he did, and for which he was sentenced to death by hanging. Apparently delighted with this he refused to appeal and even threatened to kill any human rights people who tried to intervene. His last words were “hurry it up you Hoosier bastard, I could kill 10 men while you’re fooling around.”

Dennis Nilson

5) I don’t lose sleep over what I’ve done or have nightmares about it.

Dennis Nilsen1943 to date. Dennis Nilsen killed at least 15 men the motivation for which is said to be that after a series of failed relationships, he sought somebody that wouldn’t leave. Nilsen was caught due to in his attempt to dispose of rotting corpses; he inadvertently blocked the drainage system in his block of flats causing a terrible smell. Authorities including Human Rights have had a tough time in deciding on matters re Nilsen – from providing him with homosexual pornography, allowing the publication of his autobiography and the issue of a possible release date.

Peter Sutcliffe

6) The women I killed were filth-bastard prostitutes who were littering the streets. I was just cleaning up the place a bit.

Peter Sutcliffe 1946 to date. Dubbed the Yorkshire Ripper, Sutcliffe confessed to killing 13 women and assaulting 7 within a period of 5 years in the North of England. Since his conviction in 1981 the police were heavily criticised for their apparent incompetence, the basis of this is that they relied heavily on evidence from a hoax. Forensics had found that the killer of one victim was a blood type B-secretor – 6% of the male population; on examining letters from this hoax they found that he was also blood type B [saliva on envelope] therefore when the hoaxer sent a tape with a ‘Geordie’ accent claiming to be the killer, investigators were told to eliminate suspects without certain criteria including this accent and blood type B. Sutcliffe was interviewed at least 9 times in connection with the killings but as he did not meet the criteria it never led to a more thorough investigation. Sutcliffe was finally caught on a routine matter and later confessed. He does not have a Geordie accent or is he a blood type B secretor.

Richard Ramirez

7) Big deal, death always came with the territory. See you in Disneyland.

Richard Ramirez 1960 to date. In 1989 Ramirez was convicted of 67 felonies including 14 murders he is currently on death row in a Californian prison. A well liked child he was possibly affected by his cousin Mike, a psychopath who amongst other things shot his wife in the head whilst Ramirez aged 11 was present. After this he seemed to change and gradually began to take an increasing interest in the darker side of life including hard drugs and satan.  In 1985 he began a 6 month killing spree – unpredictable in victim selection and M.O. he was difficult to track down. Eventually a surviving victim saw what car he was driving giving the police and public the name and face of the killer dubbed the Night Stalker, within 24 hours  Ramirez was identified by a shopkeeper leading to his ‘mob’ capture and arrest.

Albert De Salvo

It wasn’t as dark and scary as it sounds. I had a lot of fun….killing people is a funny experience.

Albert De Salvo 1931 – 1973 Dubbed the Boston Strangler De Salvo was in detention waiting for trial on a series of sexual assaults when he confided to another inmate that he had killed 13 women in Boston. After confessing to police they investigated further and although De Salvo was able to give some details of the killings he was not positively identified by a surviving victim or from eye witnesses. There was also speculation that the killings were the work of more than one man due to the differences in M.O. Whether he was the Boston Strangler or not is still uncertain as he was given life for his previous crimes and never stood trial for the Boston Killings. Alternative theories suggest that the man he allegedly confided in – George Nassar – was himself the Boston Strangler. De Salvo was murdered by ‘unknown’ in Walpole State Prison.

Robert Clifford Olson

9) If I gave a shit about the parents I wouldn’t have killed the kid.

Robert Clifford Olson 1940 to date. Supposedly labelled by experts as the ‘quintessential psychopath’ in 1982 Olson was convicted of killing 11 children in a 9 month period. He was known to authorities having been arrested umpteen times in his life, and as a police informer. On his final arrest which connected him directly with one missing child Olson put a deal to the police that he would give the names and details of 11 children if they gave his wife $10,000 for each child he identified as murdered by him and one freebie = $100,000. A trust for his wife was set up,  the deal authorized by the Attorney General of British Columbia and monies transferred.

Ian & Myra

10) Contrary to popular misconception the so called Moors Murders were merely an existential exercise of just over a year, which was concluded in December 1964.

Ian Brady 1938 to date.  Brady is known for his role in the so called Moors Murders with his accomplice Myra Hindley. Brady was convicted of killing 3 children although he claimed to have killed 10. Hindley was convicted of killing 2 both were given life sentences. Brady’s philosophy on life was said to be one that championed cruelty & torture, and the idea that superior creatures had the right to control and destroy weaker ones. On his relationship with Hindley he said “….. before we met my criminal activities had been primarily mercenary. Afterwards, a duality of motivation developed. Existential philosophy melded with the spirituality of death and became predominant. We experimented with the concept of total possibility……apart our futures would have taken radically divergent courses.” Hindley died in 2001. Brady has failed several legal attempts to starve himself to death.

Source  homeoffice.gov.uk Cancrime.com Serial killercalendar.com En.wikipedia.org Biography.com Crimelibrary.com

I’ve known a lot of cops in my day. I’ve had run-ins with some and palled around with others. One thing I’ve always recognized in many of the people who choose this line of profession is their uncanny knack of looking at everyone suspiciously. At least, until they get to know you. Some are more prone than others at seeing guilt everywhere they poke around. Others are less tense and take a more pragmatic approach. Any way you look at it, people in this profession are dedicated to their jobs, whether walking the beat, investigating crimes or dusting for fingerprints. In the realm of private investigating, I think the same sort of nature prevails. They are focused on their work, just like law enforcement, but they are not held to the same moral standards and they are not indoctrinated into a “to protect and serve” mindset. Their interests lay with their client, not the general public.

Many years ago, I had a buddy – a real tough guy – who was a bounty hunter. He was once part of a crowd I hung around with. I remember a story he told me about how he could go into a house by breaking the front door down so he could capture his quarry. A lot of those times, the break-ins were instigated by cops because they couldn’t do that without a court order and they weren’t always easy to get. They knew the guy was in there, but they couldn’t enter. And because of limited manpower and how much the cops wanted the perp, they sometimes called for back-up. They still do because licensed bounty hunters in the state of Florida don’t play by the same set of rules. They have less limitations as the police, so what law enforcement can’t do in many cases, they can. Rest assured, the law is always waiting outside the front door to make the arrest.

When I was young, my parents never encouraged me to continue my education after high school. I don’t look at that as a flaw in their parenting skills at all. With their growing up and coming of age in the late 40s and early 50s, college was a tough nut to crack and lots of people made out fine without it. It was a lot easier finding a job back then, money was tight, a college education was expensive and it wasn’t nearly as important and pronounced as it is today; so in the early 70s, plenty of mothers and fathers didn’t urge their children to continue their education. Often, a military career was more important. It was until Vietnam came along when suddenly, more and more high school graduates chose the path of college because of the military deferment it offered. Of course, that rule was changed part way into the war, but my point isn’t about that moment in our history. It’s about me in this particular case, because I chose to attend college on my own. Had I never had the drive, could I still be blaming my parents for my failures?

Well, that’s not really what this is about, either, but it is something to think about as many in the public seem to be nailing Cindy Anthony to the cross for her daughter’s mistakes and failures as a person, a daughter and a mother. The mere fact that I chose to do what I did in life proves that if I grew up to be a fireman, a policeman, the president or a murderer, I am solely responsible for my decisions and subsequent actions. Should my parents have seen the errors of my ways while under their wings and helped point me toward the proper path? Yes, probably, but in the end, if I turned out like Ted Bundy or Jeffrey Dahmer, it was because I had a bad seed inside of me and I knew how to hide it well from society and many times, parents turn a blind eye because they hate to fathom that any of their offspring are monsters. Outsiders would quickly assume those parents should have seen something coming, but if they didn’t, are they the ones to blame? No, but here’s where I’d draw the line. With the loss of their grandchild and law enforcement pointing the finger at one person and one person only, the Anthonys would have been better served looking for the person responsible no matter what the consequence.

In the case of Cindy Anthony and Dominic Casey, the Anthonys’ private investigator, clearly, things got way out of hand. We have been reveling in disgust over the privileged communications between the two of them in their ongoing quest to blame someone else for Caylee’s death. Not only did it border on insanity at times, in my opinion, it took away from the breadth and scope of their talents at hand, particularly on the PI’s part. Here is a man with lots of tools at his disposal and he chose to focus on the wrong people. No matter what amount of money he is making or who is paying him, it was a waste of resources. OK, look around and sniff but move on, for crying out loud.

I remember during the Bush years, that would be George the Younger, and what transpired after September 11, 2001. The administration and government took liberties that pecked away at our personal freedoms. Hey, I’ll be the first one to tell you I’m all for taking steps to preserve our union, but did our elected officials usurp their powers in the name of liberty?

Here’s a case in point. Because of the Patriot Act, the government is allowed to obtain records of which books a patron checks out and librarians are not allowed by law to tell the individuals that the information was given to the government. Government officials can demand records without the approval of a judge.

Where is this going, you might ask. Suppose I am a college senior (yes, I went on my own without parental encouragement) and as my thesis, I choose to write about terrorist organizations in the 21st century, including how al Qaeda arose from the mountains of Afghanistan. I do extensive research online – yes, the government can look at you there, too – and at the public and university libraries. The government catches wind of this and launches a massive investigation into just who I am. Who is this infidel and why is he learning how to conspire against his country? All of a sudden, I am up to no good. I am tailed. My friends and family are looked into. Just exactly who is this guy? An enemy of the state? After tens of thousands of dollars of taxpayers’ money, it is determined that I’m just a guy writing a thesis. No nut case after all. No harm done.  Better safe than sorry, right? Perhaps, but you see, a simple case of common sense and minor probing should have told the government that I’m no al Qaeda sympathizer. In my opinion, it was nothing more than wasted money – and just as important – a wasted opportunity. And it’s something that goes on every single day.

The problem with Cindy’s relentless drive to blame the Grunds – and her PI’s desire to encourage her – is that it was exactly the same thing, a wasted opportunity. We’ll never know about the cost, because it’s not open to see, but look at the amount of resources that went nowhere. Instead of hunting for suspects, their sanity became suspect. Just like the administration that holds power at the time, the norm is to spy on the opposition and not get caught, a la Watergate. It’s human nature to want to blame everyone else, but when Jesse Grund has a set of car keys he’s never had possession of and his father could be sacrificing babies, that’s when an investigation turns into a witch hunt and it just burns me up to no end. It’s been nothing short of a ridiculous obsession.

Former Manson cult member Atkins dies in U.S. prison
Fri Sep 25, 2009 11:55am EDT
Reuters

LOS ANGELES (Reuters) – Susan Atkins, one of the leading members of Charles Manson’s notorious violent cult who carried out brutal murders at his behest in 1969, has died in a California prison, her husband said on Friday. She was 61.

Atkins, imprisoned since 1971 for her part in eight Manson-related murders, had been suffering from a brain tumor. Earlier this month, state corrections officials rejected her request to be freed so she would not have to die in prison.

“Susan passed away peacefully surrounded by friends and loved ones and the incredible staff at the Skilled Nursing Facility at the Central California Women’s Facility,” her husband, James Whitehouse, said by e-mail.

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Good riddance to bad rubbish. May Susan Atkins rot in the worst layer of Hell with Ted Bundy, Jeffrey Dahmer, 9/11 Terrorist, and Joseph Stalin.

I just finished watching A Mighty Heart. This is the film accounting the life and death of Wall Street Journalist Daniel Pearl. It was horrifying and emotional.  I did not realize how affected I would become by this film.

The ending indicated that the person responsible for his actual beheading was Khalid Sheikh Mohammed. It also stated that he is currenting residing at Guantanamo Bay, Cuba. I did some research and found this to be true.

This is what really has me scared for our country:

Our government wants to close Gitmo. We are talking about terrorists. They are in Gitmo for a reason…they are the worst or the worst. Charles Manson and Ted Bundy were not sent there. They chose their victims. Terrorists have absolutely zero sanctity for human life. They don’t care who you are, what you do or if you’re a child…they just kill. That’s why they are in fucking Cuba! Where are all these assholes going to go?

Everyone so easily forgets the innocent people who were so brutally murdered by these terrorists…and people are crying about waterboarding them? If waterboarding a terrorist will provide vital information to stop future attacks…then let it be done. Terrorists are trained to sustain a huge amount of torture. Why? Because they know exactly what they would do to someone in their captivity and assume the same may be done to them if captured. Don’t even think for one minute that people held by these terrorists are treated with any regard for humanity. Torture is their masterpiece….and they have painted with the blood of innocent people…like Daniel Pearl.

Right now, I am ashamed of what a pussy America is becoming. A once feared power and force to reckoned with is now turning into a society of pacifists that would rather be known for 3 hots and a cot than getting down to the business of keeping our country safe.

I did not like much of anything that George W. Bush had done in his eight years as president. Buy I will give him the utmost respect for keeping me, my family and The United States of America safe after 9/11.

What the hell has gone so wrong so very fast?

http://www.time.com/time/world/article/0,8599,1545441,00.html

http://www.foxnews.com/politics/2009/04/28/despite-reports-khalid-sheikh-mohammed-waterboarded-times/

http://dir.salon.com/story/opinion/feature/2003/10/22/pearl/index1.html

Sometimes you can take pleasure from the most mundane of things. A well timed sneeze, a satisfying apple, the feeling of Angora wool on soft delicate skin. I pride myself on being able to deal with boredom, to actively enjoy the feeling of having nothing to do, but watching Sex And The City genuinely makes me feel like I should get a corporate job, stick on a Marks And Spencer’s suit and drink coffee instead of having so much free time that I end up watching this show out of nothing more than some grim masochistic urging.

We started with Carrie on a trapeze swinging through the air like Mowgli after he had just been told that Baloo had previously been locked up for enchanting little bears through the forest with honey on his cock. You know what they say about stuff like trapeze walking and sky diving – if at first you don’t succeed… This scene wasn’t helped by Gay Stanford loitering about, his bald head gleaming like a bored housewives eyes at the sight of a fresh piece of meat that her son had bought round.

Samantha struggled to take off her dress. I initially thought it was a lazy pregnancy scare storyline, but don’t wombs crystallise and then eventually smash when a woman hits eighty?

Charlotte and Harry were looking forward to their wedding. Harry – legit bald eagle, but I think the closest he’ll get to a nest post wedding will be when he swoops between Charlotte’s antiquated Jewish legs. One of his pals was introduced, a wise cracker who used a joke every sentence. The problem with people who make jokes constantly is that they are never ever funny. Needless to say, as an unlikeable cretin this guy proceeded to flirt with Carrie, who certainly knows how to pick them.

Miranda was struggling here, as she didn’t want to meet Debbie, Steve’s other half. “He wants us to become friends” Miranda complained somewhat bizarrely. That’s usually what happens when two people who aren’t together have a baby, isn’t it? Everyone involved puts a game face on and tries to pretend that each of them hate each other and that the little child involved is actually a token of hate, rather than a bundle of joy.

It got to the stage that Miranda was hiding under her bed like the cheap whore that she is, instead of grabbing her balls and meeting the better woman. Of course she didn’t, and took a cheap jibe at Debbie’s shoes after she had left. If you have to get through life continually putting out the shortcomings of others, then fair play to you. Must be quite grim, always belittling and looking to score points rather than focusing on positives. Mind, I suppose being a moody ginger cunt you have to get your kicks somewhere.

Carrie had a crisis when she asked ‘when did it stop being fun and start being scary?’ referring to the risks we take in life. Whenever someone complains about being too cautious in life I have to wince a little. It’s human nature to be wary and fret as you go through life, wishing you were like Kid Rock and sippin’ whiskey out the bottle, but instead acting tentative. Why did the cavemen wear furry singlets in hot climates? Because they were scared of the lions laughing at them. Of course, this is all bollocks if you’re one of the Sartre loving dullards who don’t believe in human nature, growing ironic facial hair, and eating caviar off the hairy armpits of girls who study English Literature at University.

To make up for this fear, Carrie had sex with the funny guy, who turned out to be a calamity in the bedroom. As Carrie’s head banged repeatedly against the headboard, she moaned that he had no idea what he was doing – I could only wish he was some kind of secret agent against angry women trying to cause her brain to pop. Seeing her wriggle in bed wasn’t even the bleakest thing in this episode, instead that award went to Gay Stanford’s purple suit with a purple dotty tie. What does this prick work as? I can only guess in something to do with fashion, it would make perfect sense.

The actual wedding was a cluster fuck but eventually they got through unscathed. Weird how the whole ceremony was awarded as much air time as Carrie on a trapeze, I guess whoever played Charlotte hadn’t sucked enough corporate cock in the writing room. It’s quite disconcerting how Carrie seems to be turning into a mix of the Dali Lama and a really shit insurance salesman, with her never ending monologues filled with advice and shit wisdom that she would never impart on her own life.

One last though – Miranda called Charlotte “my very brave friend.” Brave in what regard, for marrying someone who seems to idolise her? Brave is working in a cancer ward, watching little children having their bodies poisoned from the inside. Brave is rushing into a burning building wearing nothing more than a rubber suit and clutching a hose. Brave is reviewing every single episode of Sex And The City, arguably the bravest of all the things you could do in life.