Clementine Cuneo, at the behest of her editor at the Daily Rag no doubt has written a piece about a young boy who was, and I quote, “horribly scarred by the family dog”.
The accompanying picture shows the boy with a relatively deep gash above his eye and several superficial scratches that will heal in time with no long lasting effect.
Yet another “dog attack”.
Why did it happen? Well, according to the mother of the boy, “it’s not like the dog picked him up and shook him or anything like that, she just snapped at him for pulling on her ears.
So, in fact what has occurred here is yet another example of a wee bastard treating an animal like its favourite plaything.
And the animal reacted to probably some pain as its ears were pulled this way and that.
Enter the poisonous wee dwarf (and convicted drunk driver) Steve Price of radio 2UE in Sydney who has led the charge to have the animal destroyed. That comes as no surprise to me, despicable little man that he is – in both size and character!
Thankfully, the woman who owns the dog is having none of it and as the incident occurred at her home the police can do nothing about it.
“She’s a good dog, I’ve never had any problems with her before and I don’t think its her fault”. The boy agreed – “I love Cassey”, he said.
The youngster and the dog have played together many times before and on this occasion it was a case of “one tug too many”.
The woman said, “Noah was lying all over her (the wee bastard – my words not hers) and he started pulling her ears. I told him not to or she’d get cranky”.
But wee bastards being wee bastards, he just ignored her and persisted.
“Normally, when she (Cassey) has had enough, she walks away from him but this time she snapped and bit him on his face”.
I’ve written of this many times. If you have young children in your home that has a dog, for God’s sake keep the wee bastards away from them or at the very least teach them that they’re not fucking toys!
What, are you slow learners or something? Shall I speak slower?
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
NEWS JUST IN...
"Shark catches man".
While fishing of the coast of Queensland, (the Gold Coast as it happens), a fisherman, (you know, one of those types with the tiny weener who 'fish' to compensate), caught a mako shark and hauled it aboard his vessel.
However, understandably upset at being ripped from the ocean by a hook in its mouth, the majestic creature swung round and latched on to the mans leg. Haha - that'll tighten 'im!
It only released when the man's deckhands cut off its head.
Pity it couldn't have reached the asshole's neck!
While fishing of the coast of Queensland, (the Gold Coast as it happens), a fisherman, (you know, one of those types with the tiny weener who 'fish' to compensate), caught a mako shark and hauled it aboard his vessel.
However, understandably upset at being ripped from the ocean by a hook in its mouth, the majestic creature swung round and latched on to the mans leg. Haha - that'll tighten 'im!
It only released when the man's deckhands cut off its head.
Pity it couldn't have reached the asshole's neck!
Sunday, January 20, 2008
HEH HEH, THIS MADE ME LAUGH/SPLUTTER/NEARLY DIE ON THE STREET
I have a cold/virus/flu type thing that's making me feel pretty rough.Runny nose, sore throat/muscles/head etc.
But trooper that Muttars is, he struggles on - that and the fact he needs the money!
Anyway, what has this to do with making you laugh I hear you ask (very faintly and in fact maybe you're not asking - maybe you're not even here - maybe I'm just pretending I have readers...anyway). *Can we get on with it?Ed.*
Righto, so, I'm out walking the Boys in my usual spot. This usual spot sees us pass a particu;lar tree that must house a family of tweety birds who protest vehemently to our presence in the form of "divebombing" Scoob and tweeting loudly (awww, it's so cute). At the start Scoob didn't realise and would crane his neck this way and that to see where the noise was coming from. Didn't take long to figure out and soon he was prepared for the assault.
To the point that now he'll chase the tweety birds every time and here we get to the bit that saw me laughing/spluttering/nearly dying on the street.
It has rained a lot recently here and the ground is sodden and very slippery. The big fella obviously didn't notice as he rocketed after the wee bird, which was wheeling and sailing through the air in their inimitable fashion (birds in flight amaze me - I truly find it a wonder and why I'm disgusted at anyone putting them in a cage).
So Scoob takes off full pelt on the sodden grass, chasing after the wee bird which he has no chance of catching. The bird which seems to me is having fun suddenly turns sharply and Scoob tries to follow but the ground gives way and he loses all traction from his front end hoho.
Straight into the dirt face first he goes hahaha, with an audible "unnnngh".
I immediately start to howl with laughter, quickly followed by a coughing fit that drops me to my knees as the dreaded lurgy reminds me that its not yet ready to leave me despite my prone attempt to eject it from my chest.
Think maybe Scoob had the last laugh.
But trooper that Muttars is, he struggles on - that and the fact he needs the money!
Anyway, what has this to do with making you laugh I hear you ask (very faintly and in fact maybe you're not asking - maybe you're not even here - maybe I'm just pretending I have readers...anyway). *Can we get on with it?Ed.*
Righto, so, I'm out walking the Boys in my usual spot. This usual spot sees us pass a particu;lar tree that must house a family of tweety birds who protest vehemently to our presence in the form of "divebombing" Scoob and tweeting loudly (awww, it's so cute). At the start Scoob didn't realise and would crane his neck this way and that to see where the noise was coming from. Didn't take long to figure out and soon he was prepared for the assault.
To the point that now he'll chase the tweety birds every time and here we get to the bit that saw me laughing/spluttering/nearly dying on the street.
It has rained a lot recently here and the ground is sodden and very slippery. The big fella obviously didn't notice as he rocketed after the wee bird, which was wheeling and sailing through the air in their inimitable fashion (birds in flight amaze me - I truly find it a wonder and why I'm disgusted at anyone putting them in a cage).
So Scoob takes off full pelt on the sodden grass, chasing after the wee bird which he has no chance of catching. The bird which seems to me is having fun suddenly turns sharply and Scoob tries to follow but the ground gives way and he loses all traction from his front end hoho.
Straight into the dirt face first he goes hahaha, with an audible "unnnngh".
I immediately start to howl with laughter, quickly followed by a coughing fit that drops me to my knees as the dreaded lurgy reminds me that its not yet ready to leave me despite my prone attempt to eject it from my chest.
Think maybe Scoob had the last laugh.
TO SMACK OR NOT TO SMACK
Says the first line of the article entitled "Parents strike back" in the Daily Rag today.
It goes on to say that "frazzled parents have inundated a new State Government hotline for help on how to punish their unruly children". (This is the Government whose "governing" is woefully inadequate - sort of like the wolf minding the sheep).
Joe Tucci, of the Australian Childhood Foundation says, "Parents feel smacking doesn't work and prefer not to use physical punishment but are not sure what to put in its place".
For the record: according to the Community Services Minister, Kevin Greene, the law doesn't stop parents smacking children, but is designed to make sure the children are protected from serious harm".
Of course no-one could agree with punching or kicking a child - that's simply abuse, but a smack on the rear end doesn't even come close to abuse.
One only needs to look closely at the face of a child after he/she's been smacked to see that the effect is one of shock. The child can almost been seen thinking, "what was that!" Followed by the swift realisation that the thing they just did was the cause and that if they don't do it again they won't be smacked again. It's called learning. A 4 year old for example can't be explained to the dangers of "sticking his/her hand in the fire". But the risk still exists so the parent's only option is to make the child fear the repercussions of the act more than the act itself.
But no, the do-gooders are all for banning any sort of physical punishment, grouping a loving smack in with serious abuse.
The result of course is that kids now get away almost literally with murder. Kids "divorcing" parents, running amok, carrying on without any fear of recrimination.
All because some no mark (probably a vegetarian) has introduced into the minds of the easily led public the idea that a smack from a loving parent with the aim of controlling/protecting their child, is a bad thing.
Well done do-gooders; no, really, well done, you lot have almost single-handedly created a new breed of children who have zero respect for their elders and society in general.
And the apparent need for a "hotline".
Good God!
It goes on to say that "frazzled parents have inundated a new State Government hotline for help on how to punish their unruly children". (This is the Government whose "governing" is woefully inadequate - sort of like the wolf minding the sheep).
Joe Tucci, of the Australian Childhood Foundation says, "Parents feel smacking doesn't work and prefer not to use physical punishment but are not sure what to put in its place".
For the record: according to the Community Services Minister, Kevin Greene, the law doesn't stop parents smacking children, but is designed to make sure the children are protected from serious harm".
Of course no-one could agree with punching or kicking a child - that's simply abuse, but a smack on the rear end doesn't even come close to abuse.
One only needs to look closely at the face of a child after he/she's been smacked to see that the effect is one of shock. The child can almost been seen thinking, "what was that!" Followed by the swift realisation that the thing they just did was the cause and that if they don't do it again they won't be smacked again. It's called learning. A 4 year old for example can't be explained to the dangers of "sticking his/her hand in the fire". But the risk still exists so the parent's only option is to make the child fear the repercussions of the act more than the act itself.
But no, the do-gooders are all for banning any sort of physical punishment, grouping a loving smack in with serious abuse.
The result of course is that kids now get away almost literally with murder. Kids "divorcing" parents, running amok, carrying on without any fear of recrimination.
All because some no mark (probably a vegetarian) has introduced into the minds of the easily led public the idea that a smack from a loving parent with the aim of controlling/protecting their child, is a bad thing.
Well done do-gooders; no, really, well done, you lot have almost single-handedly created a new breed of children who have zero respect for their elders and society in general.
And the apparent need for a "hotline".
Good God!
Monday, January 07, 2008
THE "SAY ANYTHING NO MATTER HOW STUPID JUST TO GET IN THE PAPER" AWARDS
I know it's only the 7th of January, but I'd be surprised if this little nugget is trumped.
It was the response from Hast Soran of Parramatta when included in an article in the aforementioned paper regarding the increased numbers of mosquitos. Apparently the usual spraying techniques aren't having much of an effect. Ms Soran's explanation? (heh heh) Y'ready...?
"The mosquitos are getting smarter - they've learned to run and hide"
Now, don't laugh - I myself saw one riding a bicycle just the other day. Strangely enough, there's also a bottle of Irish whiskey in my cupboard that's somewhat diminished. So...mosquito on a bike - half a bottle of whiskey. Oh no - the super-smart mozzies can now open bottles!
The remark spurs memories of a film called Deep Blue or something like that which was about a group of marine scientists who were attempting to make fish intelligent - or something like that; was a long time ago and not a particularly good show actually.
Sort of...Jaws meets Bab and Jaayne from the office... Unfortunately for the attractive stars, a great white got hold of some of the potion and the immortal line forthcame...
"They are getting smaaarter", the lead actress claimed, in a delicious English accent. Hoho. I had a few laughs over that. But it was just a film after all.
But now it seems, according to Ms Soran, the humble mozzy has obtained it too. Look out Hollywood - here's the next blockbuster. The intelligent mozzy - he packs heat! Hoho.
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On a related matter, the Toowoombarra Institute has awarded Marvin the mutant mosquito lifetime membership in its hallowed halls for services to plasmus ingestus (bloodsucking to you and me).
Marvin wasn't available for comment as he's busy in the lab inventing a cure for the dreaded Mortein* but his friend, Mabel the 'not so mutant but does very well for herself thank you very much', mosquito told muttarsdotcom,
"Marvin is of course delighted to have such a prestigious honour bestowed on him. He would like to thank the Institute; and his family and friends for their ongoing support. And a special mention for the lawyers from whom he learned his trade".
*Mortein is Australia's favourite mozzy spray*
It was the response from Hast Soran of Parramatta when included in an article in the aforementioned paper regarding the increased numbers of mosquitos. Apparently the usual spraying techniques aren't having much of an effect. Ms Soran's explanation? (heh heh) Y'ready...?
"The mosquitos are getting smarter - they've learned to run and hide"
Now, don't laugh - I myself saw one riding a bicycle just the other day. Strangely enough, there's also a bottle of Irish whiskey in my cupboard that's somewhat diminished. So...mosquito on a bike - half a bottle of whiskey. Oh no - the super-smart mozzies can now open bottles!
The remark spurs memories of a film called Deep Blue or something like that which was about a group of marine scientists who were attempting to make fish intelligent - or something like that; was a long time ago and not a particularly good show actually.
Sort of...Jaws meets Bab and Jaayne from the office... Unfortunately for the attractive stars, a great white got hold of some of the potion and the immortal line forthcame...
"They are getting smaaarter", the lead actress claimed, in a delicious English accent. Hoho. I had a few laughs over that. But it was just a film after all.
But now it seems, according to Ms Soran, the humble mozzy has obtained it too. Look out Hollywood - here's the next blockbuster. The intelligent mozzy - he packs heat! Hoho.
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On a related matter, the Toowoombarra Institute has awarded Marvin the mutant mosquito lifetime membership in its hallowed halls for services to plasmus ingestus (bloodsucking to you and me).
Marvin wasn't available for comment as he's busy in the lab inventing a cure for the dreaded Mortein* but his friend, Mabel the 'not so mutant but does very well for herself thank you very much', mosquito told muttarsdotcom,
"Marvin is of course delighted to have such a prestigious honour bestowed on him. He would like to thank the Institute; and his family and friends for their ongoing support. And a special mention for the lawyers from whom he learned his trade".
*Mortein is Australia's favourite mozzy spray*
Saturday, January 05, 2008
OH - OH MA-AN. MY SIDES HURT!
I'll apologise in advance to my American readers but...hoho - just read on...
JOHN CLEESE's LETTER TO AMERICA
To the citizens of the United States of America:
In light of your failure to elect a competent President of the USA and
thus to govern yourselves, we hereby give notice of the revocation of
your independence, effective immediately.
Her Sovereign Majesty, Queen Elizabeth II, will resume monarchical
duties over all states, commonwealths and other territories (except
Kansas, which she does not fancy), as from Monday next.
Your new prime minister, Gordon Brown, will appoint a governor for
America without the need for further elections. Congress and the Senate
will be disbanded. A questionnaire may be circulated next year to
determine whether any of you noticed.
To aid in the transition to a British Crown Dependency, the following
rules are introduced with immediate effect:
1. You should look up "revocation" in the Oxford English Dictionary.
Then look up "aluminium," and check the pronunciation guide. You will be
amazed at just how wrongly you have been pronouncing it.
2. The letter 'U' will be reinstated in words such as 'colour', 'favour'
and 'neighbour.' Likewise, you will learn to spell 'doughnut' without
skipping half the letters, and the suffix "ize" will be replaced by the
suffix "ise."
3. You will learn that the suffix 'burgh' is pronounced 'burra'; you may
elect to respell Pittsburgh as 'Pittsberg' if you find you simply can't
cope with correct pronunciation.
4. Generally, you will be expected to raise your vocabulary to
acceptable levels (look up "vocabulary"). Using the same twenty-seven
words interspersed with filler noises such as "like", "know whad I'm
sayin'?", and "you know" is unacceptable and inefficient form of communication.
5. There is no such thing as "US English." We will let Microsoft know on
your behalf. The Microsoft spell-checker will be adjusted to take
account of the reinstated letter 'u' and the elimination of "-ize."
6. You will relearn your original national anthem, "God Save The Queen",
but only after fully carrying out Task #1 (see above).
7. July 4 will no longer be celebrated as a holiday. November 2 will be
a new national holiday, but to be celebrated only in England. It will be
called "Come-Uppance Day."
8. You will learn to resolve personal issues without using guns, lawyers
or therapists. The fact that you need so many lawyers, self-help gurus and
therapists shows that you're not adult enough to be independent. Guns
should only be handled by adults. If you're not adult enough to sort things out without suing someone or speaking to a therapist then you're not grown
up enough to handle a gun.
9. Therefore, you will no longer be allowed to own or carry anything
more dangerous than a vegetable peeler. A permit will be required if you
wish to carry a vegetable peeler in public.
10. All American cars are hereby banned. They are crap and this is for
your own good. When we show you Japanese, Korean and German cars,
you will understand what we mean.
11. All intersections will be replaced with roundabouts, and you will
start driving on the left with immediate effect. At the same time, you
will go metric immediately and without the benefit of conversion tables.
Both roundabouts and metrication will help you understand the British
sense of humour.
12. The Former USA will adopt UK prices on petrol (which you have been
calling "gas") - roughly $6/US gallon. Get used to it.
13. You will learn to make real chips. Those things you call French
fries are not real chips, and those things you insist on calling potato
chips are properly called "crisps." Real chips are thick cut, fried in
animal fat, and dressed not with mayonnaise but with vinegar.
14. Waiters and waitresses will be trained to be more aggressive with
customers.
15. The cold tasteless stuff you insist on calling beer is not actually
beer at all. Henceforth, only proper British Bitter will be referred to
as "beer," and European brews of known and accepted provenance will be
referred to as "Lager." American brands will be referred to as
"Near-Frozen Gnat's Urine," so that all can be sold without risk of
further confusion.
16. Hollywood will be required occasionally to cast English actors as
good guys. Hollywood will also be required to cast English actors to
play English characters. Watching Andie MacDowell attempt English
dialogue in "Four Weddings and a Funeral" was an experience akin to
having one's ears removed with a cheese grater.
17. You will cease playing American "football." There is only one kind
of proper football; you call it "soccer". Those of you brave enough
will, in time, will be allowed to play rugby (which has some
similarities to American "football", but does not involve stopping for a
rest every twenty seconds or wearing full kevlar body armour like a
bunch of nancies).
18. Further, you will stop playing baseball. It is not reasonable to
host an event called the "World Series" for a game which is not played
outside of America . Since only 2.1% of you are aware that there is a
world beyond your borders, your error is understandable.
19. You must tell us who killed JFK. It's been driving us mad.
20. An internal revenue agent (i.e. tax collector) from Her Majesty's
Government will be with you shortly to ensure the acquisition of all
monies due backdated to 1776.
Thank you for your co-operation.
John Cleese
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Lol - only a Python!!!
JOHN CLEESE's LETTER TO AMERICA
To the citizens of the United States of America:
In light of your failure to elect a competent President of the USA and
thus to govern yourselves, we hereby give notice of the revocation of
your independence, effective immediately.
Her Sovereign Majesty, Queen Elizabeth II, will resume monarchical
duties over all states, commonwealths and other territories (except
Kansas, which she does not fancy), as from Monday next.
Your new prime minister, Gordon Brown, will appoint a governor for
America without the need for further elections. Congress and the Senate
will be disbanded. A questionnaire may be circulated next year to
determine whether any of you noticed.
To aid in the transition to a British Crown Dependency, the following
rules are introduced with immediate effect:
1. You should look up "revocation" in the Oxford English Dictionary.
Then look up "aluminium," and check the pronunciation guide. You will be
amazed at just how wrongly you have been pronouncing it.
2. The letter 'U' will be reinstated in words such as 'colour', 'favour'
and 'neighbour.' Likewise, you will learn to spell 'doughnut' without
skipping half the letters, and the suffix "ize" will be replaced by the
suffix "ise."
3. You will learn that the suffix 'burgh' is pronounced 'burra'; you may
elect to respell Pittsburgh as 'Pittsberg' if you find you simply can't
cope with correct pronunciation.
4. Generally, you will be expected to raise your vocabulary to
acceptable levels (look up "vocabulary"). Using the same twenty-seven
words interspersed with filler noises such as "like", "know whad I'm
sayin'?", and "you know" is unacceptable and inefficient form of communication.
5. There is no such thing as "US English." We will let Microsoft know on
your behalf. The Microsoft spell-checker will be adjusted to take
account of the reinstated letter 'u' and the elimination of "-ize."
6. You will relearn your original national anthem, "God Save The Queen",
but only after fully carrying out Task #1 (see above).
7. July 4 will no longer be celebrated as a holiday. November 2 will be
a new national holiday, but to be celebrated only in England. It will be
called "Come-Uppance Day."
8. You will learn to resolve personal issues without using guns, lawyers
or therapists. The fact that you need so many lawyers, self-help gurus and
therapists shows that you're not adult enough to be independent. Guns
should only be handled by adults. If you're not adult enough to sort things out without suing someone or speaking to a therapist then you're not grown
up enough to handle a gun.
9. Therefore, you will no longer be allowed to own or carry anything
more dangerous than a vegetable peeler. A permit will be required if you
wish to carry a vegetable peeler in public.
10. All American cars are hereby banned. They are crap and this is for
your own good. When we show you Japanese, Korean and German cars,
you will understand what we mean.
11. All intersections will be replaced with roundabouts, and you will
start driving on the left with immediate effect. At the same time, you
will go metric immediately and without the benefit of conversion tables.
Both roundabouts and metrication will help you understand the British
sense of humour.
12. The Former USA will adopt UK prices on petrol (which you have been
calling "gas") - roughly $6/US gallon. Get used to it.
13. You will learn to make real chips. Those things you call French
fries are not real chips, and those things you insist on calling potato
chips are properly called "crisps." Real chips are thick cut, fried in
animal fat, and dressed not with mayonnaise but with vinegar.
14. Waiters and waitresses will be trained to be more aggressive with
customers.
15. The cold tasteless stuff you insist on calling beer is not actually
beer at all. Henceforth, only proper British Bitter will be referred to
as "beer," and European brews of known and accepted provenance will be
referred to as "Lager." American brands will be referred to as
"Near-Frozen Gnat's Urine," so that all can be sold without risk of
further confusion.
16. Hollywood will be required occasionally to cast English actors as
good guys. Hollywood will also be required to cast English actors to
play English characters. Watching Andie MacDowell attempt English
dialogue in "Four Weddings and a Funeral" was an experience akin to
having one's ears removed with a cheese grater.
17. You will cease playing American "football." There is only one kind
of proper football; you call it "soccer". Those of you brave enough
will, in time, will be allowed to play rugby (which has some
similarities to American "football", but does not involve stopping for a
rest every twenty seconds or wearing full kevlar body armour like a
bunch of nancies).
18. Further, you will stop playing baseball. It is not reasonable to
host an event called the "World Series" for a game which is not played
outside of America . Since only 2.1% of you are aware that there is a
world beyond your borders, your error is understandable.
19. You must tell us who killed JFK. It's been driving us mad.
20. An internal revenue agent (i.e. tax collector) from Her Majesty's
Government will be with you shortly to ensure the acquisition of all
monies due backdated to 1776.
Thank you for your co-operation.
John Cleese
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Lol - only a Python!!!
Two stories out of the US:
The first from Miami, Florida, concerns the story of the 12 year old boy who “landed the catch of a lifetime”.
The catch in question? A 250kg bull shark. A picture accompanies the text, of the beast slain by the young boy (in an almost fable-like fashion. Mind you, I’ve seen the picture and unless the boy is the son of Thor, there’s no way on this Earth he hauled that in himself).
This magnificent creature, king of its domain, reduced to a trophy of a boy probably bored by the plethora of toys society now provides and spurred on by the redneck adults.
I realise how I sound, and concede that if more young boys took part in similar activities that required the shifting of one's arse, the obesity epidemic (which is now how it’s generally considered with somewhere around 40% of the civilized world being classed in this way) would be much reduced.
But the sacrifice of this…well, dinosaur it has to be said – this species has existed for many millions of years, indeed, they say all life came from the sea don’t they? – is an awful price to pay for that.
I imagine the young fellow will be recipient of many a slap on the back – probably even the taste of beer as the “men” celebrate his victory and acceptance into their club. (He’ll maybe even get his end away! Too young you say? Of course, nevertheless, it’s not unheard of and after all - he hooked a monster!).
The second article is just as disturbing (probably more so to those who don’t share my disgust at the mighty warrior types that are “sports fishermen”).
This one is from Dallas, Texas (cue music from the TV show which spawned the ubiquitous “who shot JR” t-shirt range)
Charles Allen Chatman was jailed in 1981 for rape. He was 20.
He’s now 47.
And he’s just been released. After 27 years incarcerated, a recent DNA test has proven he was innocent all this time.
What price those 27 years? How much is 27 years of liberty worth? He was a young man when this began – his entire life in front of him.
Now? Well what chance does a 47 year old have? The part of his life when he should have been laying foundations for his (and possibly, probably his family’s) future was taken from him. He’ll never get to see his children grow up, or get to kick a football around a park with them (which apparently is what life’s about they tell me).
The article says he saw a mobile phone for the first time upon release. They must mean “live” – prisons have TV’s.
It also says he would have to “relearn how to use a knife and fork to cut his food”. Where was he…the moon? The Daily rag…quality journalism, folks!
Leaving aside the Daily Rag’s exaggerations, the fact remains, Mr Chatman has missed out on virtually everything good in life due to more than likely an overzealous prosecutor (Think Jack whatsisname from Law and Order).
The race card is also played at the end of the piece. Accused is black; victim white.
It’s another feather for the cap of the anti-death penalty campaigners. The victim was 50 at the time and depending on the ferocity of the attack I would probably have lobbied for such a sentence (rape is heinous to me).
I’d be feeling pretty crushed now it has to be said if such a penalty had’ve been imposed.
However, they didn’t have DNA technology then and mistakes were made.
They do now and such mistakes (allowing for human infallibility – still doesn’t make it right though) wouldn’t be as likely to occur.
Either way, someone needs to pay this man. In some way. I don’t think it would be too much to fund the rest of his life – say…whatever an average man on an average wage would earn for 27 years. That would see him aged 74. There’s not a great deal of time after that. It's really the least they can do - they stole the man's life.
The first from Miami, Florida, concerns the story of the 12 year old boy who “landed the catch of a lifetime”.
The catch in question? A 250kg bull shark. A picture accompanies the text, of the beast slain by the young boy (in an almost fable-like fashion. Mind you, I’ve seen the picture and unless the boy is the son of Thor, there’s no way on this Earth he hauled that in himself).
This magnificent creature, king of its domain, reduced to a trophy of a boy probably bored by the plethora of toys society now provides and spurred on by the redneck adults.
I realise how I sound, and concede that if more young boys took part in similar activities that required the shifting of one's arse, the obesity epidemic (which is now how it’s generally considered with somewhere around 40% of the civilized world being classed in this way) would be much reduced.
But the sacrifice of this…well, dinosaur it has to be said – this species has existed for many millions of years, indeed, they say all life came from the sea don’t they? – is an awful price to pay for that.
I imagine the young fellow will be recipient of many a slap on the back – probably even the taste of beer as the “men” celebrate his victory and acceptance into their club. (He’ll maybe even get his end away! Too young you say? Of course, nevertheless, it’s not unheard of and after all - he hooked a monster!).
The second article is just as disturbing (probably more so to those who don’t share my disgust at the mighty warrior types that are “sports fishermen”).
This one is from Dallas, Texas (cue music from the TV show which spawned the ubiquitous “who shot JR” t-shirt range)
Charles Allen Chatman was jailed in 1981 for rape. He was 20.
He’s now 47.
And he’s just been released. After 27 years incarcerated, a recent DNA test has proven he was innocent all this time.
What price those 27 years? How much is 27 years of liberty worth? He was a young man when this began – his entire life in front of him.
Now? Well what chance does a 47 year old have? The part of his life when he should have been laying foundations for his (and possibly, probably his family’s) future was taken from him. He’ll never get to see his children grow up, or get to kick a football around a park with them (which apparently is what life’s about they tell me).
The article says he saw a mobile phone for the first time upon release. They must mean “live” – prisons have TV’s.
It also says he would have to “relearn how to use a knife and fork to cut his food”. Where was he…the moon? The Daily rag…quality journalism, folks!
Leaving aside the Daily Rag’s exaggerations, the fact remains, Mr Chatman has missed out on virtually everything good in life due to more than likely an overzealous prosecutor (Think Jack whatsisname from Law and Order).
The race card is also played at the end of the piece. Accused is black; victim white.
It’s another feather for the cap of the anti-death penalty campaigners. The victim was 50 at the time and depending on the ferocity of the attack I would probably have lobbied for such a sentence (rape is heinous to me).
I’d be feeling pretty crushed now it has to be said if such a penalty had’ve been imposed.
However, they didn’t have DNA technology then and mistakes were made.
They do now and such mistakes (allowing for human infallibility – still doesn’t make it right though) wouldn’t be as likely to occur.
Either way, someone needs to pay this man. In some way. I don’t think it would be too much to fund the rest of his life – say…whatever an average man on an average wage would earn for 27 years. That would see him aged 74. There’s not a great deal of time after that. It's really the least they can do - they stole the man's life.
Thursday, January 03, 2008
TERRORIST SUPPORTER
David Hicks, 'the convicted supporter of terrorism' has been released from the South Australian prison in which he served the last 9 months of his six year tenure behind bars.
You'll remember he spent 5 years, 3 months in the hell-hole that is Guantanamo Bay - most of it in solitary confinement. I myself spend too much time alone but at least I have the freedom to move around in search of fellowship; I can't imagine how terrifying it must be to be have nothing but a turning mind as a companion. One can only wonder at the mental torture he's endured and indeed what subsequent effect that may have. How many times must the man have turned his past over and over...
**Man, I'd love to speak with him (maybe I'll contact him to write his story - in the inimitable Muttars fashion, i.e. no holds barred - bollocks to the authorities).**
Well, for being connected to the fringes of the war in Afghanistan, (without ever actually killing anyone - as a matter of fact, he wasn't even)pointing his gun in an aggressive way) he served his time. Brutal time, it has to be said. Actual murderers, rapists and peadophiles in some cases have served less...
Now eventually, he's a free man, albeit with an equally brutal control order imposed that requires, demands, orders his presentation at a police station 3 times a week and a curfew between 00:00 and 06:00. He's not permitted to use a telephone or have internet access either, which in this day and is tantamount to cutting a man's hands off.
It must be noted that the Americans didn't have an offence with which to charge Hicks, presumably why they kept him incarcerated - while their legal eagles fabricated one.
It should also be noted that Hicks, whilst in Bosnia, fought ON the American side and that the very enemy America now fights, are almost certainly using arms provided to them by the US when Russia was the invader. Funny that...
In the photo the Rag carries, the man looks pale; in the picture of him walking from the prison with a woman I'd assume is his mother, he wears a face of...stoicism, would be the most accurate. It could be that at any minute he expects the secret service to jump out with guns drawn, laugh, and herd him back inside again - like he won't, can't believe it until he's sitting in his father's home. Even then, he will probably jump at any sharp sound for years to come.
The media have since camped outside his home, cameras at the ready, a dozen high noon sheriffs ready to draw at the slightest twitch of curtain.
Hicks's life is not his own anymore. The police who enforce the draconian curfew have been given permission to extend it indefinitely - if they think it's warranted.
All for being simply on the wrong side of the fence. (See above Bosnia mention).
The machine of the civilized world, when provoked is arguably as brutal as any terrorist.
You'll remember he spent 5 years, 3 months in the hell-hole that is Guantanamo Bay - most of it in solitary confinement. I myself spend too much time alone but at least I have the freedom to move around in search of fellowship; I can't imagine how terrifying it must be to be have nothing but a turning mind as a companion. One can only wonder at the mental torture he's endured and indeed what subsequent effect that may have. How many times must the man have turned his past over and over...
**Man, I'd love to speak with him (maybe I'll contact him to write his story - in the inimitable Muttars fashion, i.e. no holds barred - bollocks to the authorities).**
Well, for being connected to the fringes of the war in Afghanistan, (without ever actually killing anyone - as a matter of fact, he wasn't even)pointing his gun in an aggressive way) he served his time. Brutal time, it has to be said. Actual murderers, rapists and peadophiles in some cases have served less...
Now eventually, he's a free man, albeit with an equally brutal control order imposed that requires, demands, orders his presentation at a police station 3 times a week and a curfew between 00:00 and 06:00. He's not permitted to use a telephone or have internet access either, which in this day and is tantamount to cutting a man's hands off.
It must be noted that the Americans didn't have an offence with which to charge Hicks, presumably why they kept him incarcerated - while their legal eagles fabricated one.
It should also be noted that Hicks, whilst in Bosnia, fought ON the American side and that the very enemy America now fights, are almost certainly using arms provided to them by the US when Russia was the invader. Funny that...
In the photo the Rag carries, the man looks pale; in the picture of him walking from the prison with a woman I'd assume is his mother, he wears a face of...stoicism, would be the most accurate. It could be that at any minute he expects the secret service to jump out with guns drawn, laugh, and herd him back inside again - like he won't, can't believe it until he's sitting in his father's home. Even then, he will probably jump at any sharp sound for years to come.
The media have since camped outside his home, cameras at the ready, a dozen high noon sheriffs ready to draw at the slightest twitch of curtain.
Hicks's life is not his own anymore. The police who enforce the draconian curfew have been given permission to extend it indefinitely - if they think it's warranted.
All for being simply on the wrong side of the fence. (See above Bosnia mention).
The machine of the civilized world, when provoked is arguably as brutal as any terrorist.
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