I’ll have the "Making the Dead Roll Over In Their Grave" special, with a side of "Attention-Whore" and a Tall Glass of "STFU." Hold the ashes.

Hey, all. So, I know I haven’t written here or updated in a while…this is due to a couple complications. My reviews at 411Mania are taking a lot of my time…if you haven’t checked them out, you should. I’m having a lot of fun with them. :) Also, I’ve been trying very, VERY hard not to blog about the US Presidential race. For those who are long-time followers of my thoughts online, I get rather vehement around this time, and I thought it was probably best for my stress levels that I not.

However, that being said…I couldn’t help but post on this one. It’s too classic. First, from Friday, came the news that Converse was going to produce a shoe with pages from Nirvana frontman and grunge rock icon Kurt Cobain’s journals screened onto them. Yes, the man who hated celebrity and corporate America as much as anyone in the last twenty years or more gets his private thoughts plastered over people’s feet at $50-$65 a pop. Isn’t that AWESOME? I guess Courtney ran out of smack again…which is impressive, considering that just two months ago, she auctioned off all of her dead husband’s shit to Christie’s. But then, I guess when you’re as big of a crackwhore as Love is, you blow through it quickly.

People might think I’m being too harsh on poor Miss Love. I mean, obviously the woman has issues. No one can deny that. Maybe we should all just leave her alone? But clearly, not if we want her to let the Cobain name have any sort of legacy near what Kurt would have wanted. Every time this woman drops out of the news, she does something to leech off Kurt’s legacy and put her back in the papers. Hole, her band, wasn’t horrible, and her first album, Live Through This, was actually pretty good. But it wasn’t good enough for the fame she wanted…the fame she got when her husband died. And so she keeps going back to it, again…and again…and again. Whether it was licensing Kurt Cobain action figures, as well as his music for commercial ads, posing as the Virgin Mary with a Kurt look-alike as a dead Jesus, or executive producing the upcoming Universal Pictures film version of late husband’s life, it becomes increasingly clear that Courtney is set to turn Kurt Cobain into the money-making machine he never wanted to be in life.
Well, guess what? She’s at it again. From Spin.com:

Kurt Cobain is certainly in high demand: After his likeness was snatched by Dr. Martens, utilized by Converse, and his effects auctioned via Christie’s, an unidentified burglar has upped the ante, stealing the rocker’s remains from widow Courtney Love’s Los Angeles home.

According to an NME.com report (via News of the World), an unidentified robber entered Love’s Hollywood home and snatched clothing, jewelry, and Cobain’s ashes, which were kept in a “pink teddy bear-shaped bag along with a lock of his hair.”

“I can’t believe anyone would take Kurt’s ashes from me,” said Love. “I find it disgusting and right now I’m suicidal. If I don’t get them back I don’t know what I’ll do.”

Following Cobain’s 1994 death, portions of his ashes were spread near his Washington State home and at a New York Buddhist temple. The remaining ashes’ whereabouts were previously unknown by the public at large, and now, following the heist, are again lost to obscurity.

“They were all I had left of my husband,” Love told the Brit paper. “I used to take them everywhere with me just so I could feel Kurt was still with me. Now it feels like I have lost him all over again.”

Is it bad that my first thought was, “I wonder how much she got for them?”

I actually had a conversation with someone about this, and they likened the way Courtney was treated to Yoko Ono; people resent that Kurt died tragically, and sort of react overly venemously to her actions. Now, I’m not a huge Ono fan–frankly, if she never sang again, I’d be happy–but there is a huge, HUGE difference to me. Yoko, as much as a bitch as she can be, always showed respect for John and for John’s children. In fact, she is almost the opposite of Miss Celebrity Skin. Ono has a deathgrip on Lennon’s legacy and won’t let go; Courtney gets low on money and she hawks something new, or gives another interview talking about how many pills Kurt swallowed at X time or another, so clearly he was suicidal. While Julian and Sean Lennon grew up with their father’s public image being incredibly (some would argue overly) protected, Frances Bean Cobain…well. I shudder to think what she thinks of her father, the way her mom talks about him. Or what she thinks of her mother, for that matter.

And I will state, for the record, that it will not surprise me, one iota, if this is a publicity stunt by Love. In fact, I’d bet it is. And if it’s not…well, if his ashes were all you have left of your husband, maybe I should take a moment to point something out. You also have a daughter, who is as much of him as she is of you. You seem to forget that most of the time. Also, you might have more of him…IF YOU HADN’T AUCTIONED IT ALL AWAY!!!

So Courtney Love? Congratulations, you’ve earned the Ravyn’s Nest Image Award of the Day:

Your award is in the mail. Honest.

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I’ll Watch Anything

So, this is what happens when a song gets stuck in my head after hearing it for the first time in forever…I start to parody it in my head. Sometimes, like today, I’m inspired to make a full song out of it. So…enjoy my nuttiness.

“I’ll Watch Anything”
By Jeremy Thomas
To the tune of “I’ll Do Anything” by Simple Plan

Another day on the picket line
While the writers stand up for their rights
But I sit here
And I’m still waiting

And I’m on my couch, this ain’t no fun
’cause so many shows didn’t get done
And now they’re gone
And I can’t watch them

So I sit here, I drink a beer, try to enjoy myself, yeah

I’ll watch anything
While the writers are on strike
I’ll watch whatever crap
The networks show to keep us pacified
I’ll watch anything
Even reality TV
But God, I hope that soon
Heroes gets it’s Volume 3

Don’t get me wrong, I don’t feel sore
The scripters deserve what they’ve asked for
The studio heads
Are greedy bastards

But I’m going nuts with all this crap
How many damn game shows can they tap?
I don’t need to see
Singaporean Idol

This could be the one last straw, I can’t take it no more
This network junk, it’s really such a bore, yeah

But I’ll watch anything
While the writers are on strike
They try to make me laugh
But I’d rather deal with staph
I’ll watch anything
Leno’s so depressing now
Without his writing team–
Wait, he wasn’t funny anyhow…

I close my eyes
And wait for it to end
I close my eyes
It’s easier just to pretend
Nanana, nanana
’cause I want something new to view
Nanana, nanananaaaa

I’ll watch anything
While the writers march in line
To try to find a way
To force myself to pass the time
I’ll watch anything
Even Price is Right Primetime
But I want my Family Guy
And CSI

I’ll watch anything
Just bring my Office back
I’ll watch anything
24 is like my crack
I’ll watch anything
But what’s on now is whack
I’ll watch anything
Give me my House, that crazy quack…

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This Just In–Fred Phelps Is a Monster

Wow.  You know, I knew this was coming, but…ugh.

From our good old friends at the Westboro Baptist Church comes a statement on Heath Ledger:

Brokeback Mountain star – Heath Ledger – is dead. WBC will picket his funeral.

‘Thou shalt not lie with mankind, as with womankind; it is abomination.’ Lev. 18:22. ‘For because of these things cometh the wrath of God upon the children of disobedience.’ Eph. 5:6.

Yes. WBC will picket this pervert’s funeral, in religious protest and warning: “Be not deceived; God is not mocked.” Gal. 6:7. Heath Ledger thought it was great fun defying God Almighty and his plain word; to wit: God Hates Fags! & Fag-Enablers! Ergo, God hates the sordid, tacky bucket of slime seasoned with vomit known as ‘Brokeback Mountain’ – and He hates all persons having anything whatsovever to do with it.

Heath Ledger is now in Hell, and has begun serving his eternal sentence there – beside which, nothing else about Heath Ledger is relevant or consequential.

No, I’m not surprised that good old fucking Fred and the church will be picketing Heath’s funeral.  These are the people, in case you aren’t aware, who have been picketing soldier’s funerals because of the US’s “tolerance” of homosexuality.  They’ve picketed the memorials for Columbine, the Sago Mine disaster, and the Westroads Mall shooting, among others, and were going to picket the Virginia Tech Massacre memorials and the October 2006 Amish school shooting, but withdrew in exchange for an hour of radio time.  I could go on, but I’m not going to.  I’m not surprised, but I am sickened, as usual.  Phelps, die in a fucking fire.  No, seriously.  Please.  Walk into a fire and burn to death.  It’s the quickest way to Jesus.  God told me.  Seriously, we can do it together.

You go first.

–Jer

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Ledger Autopsy Inconclusive; TMZ & Other Gossip Sites Full Of Shit

Okay, so the second part of the title is my own thoughts and not real news…but hey, it’s not like TMZ reports real news, so turnabout’s fair play, right?

Anyway…from CNN.com, which is at least a less disreputable news source then Harvey Levin:

An autopsy Wednesday morning on actor Heath Ledger was inconclusive, and a cause-of-death determination will take 10 to 14 days, a medical examiner’s spokeswoman said.

The Academy Award-nominated actor was found dead Tuesday of a possible drug overdose in a Lower Manhattan apartment, the New York Police Department said. He was 28.

Police Commissioner Ray Kelly said Wednesday that Ledger was found face down in a normal sleeping position and not at the foot of his bed, as had been previously reported.

Kelly said technicians collected a $20 bill found in the apartment for testing, because of the way it was folded.

Flowers, notes and a candle were left by mourning fans on the sidewalk outside the Soho apartment building.

“You did great work and I know your fans were looking forward to what more you had to offer,” read one note.

Ledger’s former girlfriend, actress Michelle Williams, who was shooting a movie in Sweden, was informed of his death late Tuesday night, a movie production company spokesman said.

Williams left early Wednesday morning with 2-year-old daughter Matilda Rose, the spokesman said. Ledger was the child’s father.

Ledger, Oscar-nominated for his role in “Brokeback Mountain,” was found by a housekeeper trying to wake him for an appointment with a masseuse, said police spokesman Paul Browne.

Browne later told reporters some prescription medications were found in the room, including sleeping pills. He said the pills were not “scattered around,” as had been reported.

No note was found, and there was no indication of foul play, Browne said.

“As previously reported.”  “As had been reported.”  Both of these facts were reported primarily by TMZ, which is a gossip site.  And I’ve been noticing something interesting with the Ledger death; almost everyone’s been going to TMZ or PerezHilton.com to get their news.  My initial thought goes something like this:

ARE YOU MOTHERFUCKING KIDDING ME?!?!?!?

Now, don’t get me wrong.  I’ve made the occasional foray to TMZ or TheSuperficial.com while I’m bored at work.  Why?  Because I’m an admitted pop-culture freak, and I can usually get a chuckle out of something there.  But when I want real news?  I go to the BBC or Associated Press reports, or maybe CNN.  I don’t go to a place where they don’t even try to hide the fact that they’re posting sensationalist crap in order to get website hits.  I mean Jesus H. Christ, gimme a fuckin’ break.  Yes, TMZ sometimes gets something right.  When they’re reporting every gods-damned hour about whatever tiny little tidbit they can pull out of the traffic cop who was assigned to guard the front door, they’re bound to get SOMETHING right.

The latest news, of course, is that TMZ was reporting that drug packets and white powder on the $20 bill in question; information that reputable sources contradict.  Ahh, TMZ, always looking to smear someone’s reputation, even post-mortem, for a “headline.”

I guess you can’t expect any better from them, though.  After all, Harvey Levin, the scumbag legal reporter who famously nearly caused OJ Simpson’s murder case to get thrown out by inaccurately reporting that prosecutor Marcia Clark searched OJ’s home before a warrant was issued, is most known for such crap as Celebrity Justice.  And he was named 2007 Journalist of the Year by a media watchdog site called Tabloid Baby.  Sounds impressive, right?  Not when you realize Tabloid Baby’s rationale…

“Who did more damage to entertainment reporting in 2007 than Harvey Levin?… he and his gutter operation… almost singlehandedly transformed Hollywood entertainment reporting into a gutter-level street battle fueled by self-hatred, jealousy and anger, with no concern for what once determined greatness, excellence or fame…”

Yeah, that’s some great credentials, Harvey.  Asshat.  My TMZ-reading days are officially fucking over.

Oh, also…side note that pisses me off.  Who owns TMZ?  That’s right…Time-Warner/AOL.  The same people who own CNN.  Deplorable.

Shit like this really pisses me off; when someone’s dead, the last thing you should be doing is posting unfounded speculation about how they died.  Heath Ledger has family.  He has fans world-wide.  He has a DAUGHTER.  They don’t need to hear this shit.  I mean, yes, do I post snarky shit about Britney Spears & Amy Winehouse, Paris Hilton & Lindsey Lohan?  Of course.  But will I be pointing and laughing when they die?  Hell no.  Because in death, people deserve respect.

Except for Fred Phelps, but that’s a whole different bucket of worms.  I’m calling in sick and holding a fucking party the day Phelps kicks it.

–Jer

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Mitt Romney is All About the Bling(?!?!?)

I was going to lay off the posting after the two I’ve put up today…but this one’s just fucking classic.  Mitt Romney, Republican candidate for the Presidential Election this year, has done a hell of a lot to scare me.  No, I don’t care that he’s a Mormon, for the record.  I do think the man is the political equivalent of a used-car salesman, who will do anything to sell you a car get elected.  I also about fell out of my chair when, during the YouTube Republican debates, he tried to wordsmith his position that waterboarding wasn’t torture (and slammed the ACLU at the same time so he could pander to the crowd), something that fellow candidate John McCain immediately slammed him for.

Do you think he’s willing to say anything to get him elected, too?  Well, here’s support for our theory.  From the New York Times:

Mitt Romney, whose 1950s manner and celebratory drink of choice call to mind a milkshake man more than a rap singer, gave a shout out Monday that left no doubt that he had spent little time listening to hip-hop.

Mr. Romney, the Republican candidate from Massachusetts by way of Michigan and Utah who enjoys a milkshake at the end of a long day, stopped by a staging area for a Martin Luther King Birthday parade here. In his dress shirt and tie, and with his unwavering smile, he walked over and posed for photographs with a group of black youngsters. Putting his arm around a teenage girl, he waved to the cameras and offered, “Who let the dogs out?” He added a tepid “woof woof.”

Somewhere, the Baha Men, the Bahamian group whose 2000 song the candidate was referencing, must have been shuddering.

Kevin Madden, one of Mr. Romney’s campaign boyz on the bus, said the candidate had been joking around and had responded to someone who asked, “Who let you out?”

Later, Mr. Romney admired a child’s gold necklace and said, “Oh, you’ve got some bling-bling here.”

He spoke of Dr. King at an earlier appearance in Jacksonville, calling him “an individual who showed in many respects how to bring down some of the barriers to fulfill the promise of the Declaration of Independence.”

It has been rare to find the Republican candidates speaking at events with any significant number of black voters. Some 96 percent of the voters in the last Republican primary, in South Carolina, were white; 2 percent were black, according to exit polls conducted by The State, a newspaper in Columbia, S.C.

Mr. Romney also issued a statement that the “failure of our inner-city schools is the greatest civil rights issue of our time.”

……….who let the dogs out?  Woof woof?

Wow.  That’s just…wow.  Un-fucking-believable.  I have never, in my entire life, seen someone be more blatantly disingenuous in order to pander to a crowd.  Mitt Romney is about the absolutely whitest man in the race for the presidency.  He’s the most polished politician in the race, bar none, and everyone knows it.  For him to try and sound “hip” and “with it” with shit about bling-bling and letting the dogs out makes for one of the funniest (and saddest) stories in the campaign so far.

Did he seriously think anyone would believe he knows what it’s like to be black, or connect with the inner city population with this crap?  Jesus H. Christ, Romney.  You fucking dolt.

Yo, keep it up, dawg.  You gonna watch yo’ presidential chances flip on the down lo somethin’ quick.  Fo’ shizzle.

–Jer

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Ledger Death–An Interesting (If Entirely Sad) Thought

Having been following the story as it develops, I found myself on a New York Times article with an interview conducted with Ledger while filming The Dark Knight.  It provides some interesting information…

It all tied him in knots. “I stressed out a little too much,” Mr. Ledger said.

He tends to do that. He is here in London filming the latest episode of the “Batman” franchise, “The Dark Knight.” (Mr. Bale, as it happens, plays Batman; Mr. Ledger plays the Joker.) It is a physically and mentally draining role — his Joker is a “psychopathic, mass-murdering, schizophrenic clown with zero empathy” he said cheerfully — and, as often happens when he throws himself into a part, he is not sleeping much.

“Last week I probably slept an average of two hours a night,” he said. “I couldn’t stop thinking. My body was exhausted, and my mind was still going.” One night he took an Ambien, which failed to work. He took a second one and fell into a stupor, only to wake up an hour later, his mind still racing.

Even as he spoke, Mr. Ledger was hard-pressed to keep still. He got up and poured more coffee. He stepped outside into the courtyard and smoked a cigarette. He shook his hair out from under its hood, put a rubber band around it, took out the rubber band, put on a hat, took off the hat, put the hood back up. He went outside and had another cigarette. Polite and charming, he nonetheless gave off the sense that the last thing he wanted to do was delve deep into himself for public consumption. “It can be a little distressing to have to overintellectualize yourself,” is how he put it, a little apologetically.

Conducting a tour of the house, which he is renting for a few months, he made wry remarks about the art. One painting depicts a crowd of creatures who appear to be in hell, but who seem determined to extract as much sexual pleasure as they can from their eternity of free time; Mr. Ledger has turned another one around and hung it upside down, to no apparent ill advantage.

An open bag with clothes spilling out lay on the floor of the master bedroom. “I’m kind of addicted to moving,” Mr. Ledger said, perhaps on account of having had to shuttle back and forth after his parents’ divorce, when he was 11. He carries his interests around with him, and his kitchen table was awash in objects: a chess set, assorted books, various empty glasses, items of clothing. Here too was his Joker diary, which he began compiling four months before filming began. It is filled with images and thoughts helpful to the Joker back story, like a list of things the Joker would find funny. (AIDS is one of them.) Mr. Ledger seemed almost embarrassed that the book had been spotted, as if he had been caught trying to get extra credit in school.

“He’s very disciplined and takes it very seriously,” said Marc Forster, who directed Mr. Ledger in “Monster’s Ball,” in which he played a troubled prison guard. Mr. Ledger came to the part at the last minute, but caught on quickly. “Heath at the time was something like 22, and I thought: ‘He’s incredible. He’s so smart and so intuitive and so observant, and he really understood the part and the character.’”

I don’t want to jump to conclusions…but look at that bit in the third paragraph about being unable to sleep and taking Ambien that failed to work.  It’s hardly inconceivable that the OD from sleeping pills was a result of his continued inability to sleep.  Method acting takes a toll on actors from time to time, and I can’t help but think that this is an accidental death that has nothing to do with a drug problem.

–Jer

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Heath Ledger Found Dead In New York Apartment

I just…wow. Seriously, talk about your Tuesday shocker. According to the New York Times (and now the Associated Press and several other outlets), Heath Ledger has died:

The actor Heath Ledger was found dead this afternoon in an apartment in Manhattan, according to the New York City police. Signs pointed to a suicide or an accidental overdose, police sources said. Mr. Ledger was 28.

At 3:31 p.m., a masseuse arrived the fourth-floor apartment of the building, at 421 Broome Street in SoHo, for an appointment with Mr. Ledger, the police said. The masseuse was let in to the home by a housekeeper, who then knocked on the door of the bedroom Mr. Ledger was in. When no one answered, the housekeeper and the masseuse opened the bedroom and found Mr. Ledger naked and unconscious on a bed, with pills scattered around his body. They moved his body to the floor and attempted to revive him, but he did not respond. They immediately called the authorities.

The police said they did not suspect foul play. Ellen Borakove, a spokeswoman for the office of the city’s chief medical examiner, Dr. Charles S. Hirsch, said that employees of the office were at the apartment and that an autopsy would be conducted on Wednesday.

Police officials have said that the apartment was owned by the actress Mary-Kate Olsen,
Officials said they believed Ms. Olsen, 21, was in California and that Mr. Ledger had been living in her apartment. Ms. Olsen attended the Sundance Film Festival in Park City, Utah, for the premiere of “The Wackness,” a film in which she stars with the actor Ben Kingsley. It was not clear where she went after the film screening.

Mr. Ledger, a native of Perth, Australia, won acclaim for his role as a co-star in “Brokeback Mountain” (2005). The film, based on a short story by Annie Proulx about two cowboys who fall in love, won critical acclaim. Reviewing the film in The New York Times, the critic Stephen Holden wrote, “Mr. Ledger magically and mysteriously disappears beneath the skin of his lean, sinewy character. It is a great screen performance, as good as the best of Marlon Brando and Sean Penn.” Mr. Ledger was nominated for an Oscar for Best Actor in January 2006.

Mr. Ledger met the actress Michelle Williams while filming ‘’Brokeback Mountain.” The two actors fell into a romance and moved to Boerum Hill, Brooklyn, where their comings and goings were widely noted by the celebrity press. They had a daughter, Matilda Rose, who was born on Oct. 28, 2005. The couple separated last year.

Mr. Ledger’s first Hollywood film was the teenage romantic comedy “10 Things I Hate About You” (1999). He later appeared in romantic-hero roles in films like “A Knight’s Tale” (2001) and “Casanova” (2005).

Mr. Ledger was also cast as The Joker in the latest Batman installment, “The Dark Knight,” set to be released this summer.

In an interview in London for an article published in November, Mr. Ledger told The New York Times, ‘’I feel like I’m wasting time if I repeat myself.” He said in the interview that he was not proud of his latest role, in Todd Haynes’s “I’m Not There,” in which Mr. Ledger was one of a half-dozen actors depicting the musician Bob Dylan. ‘’I feel the same way about everything I do. The day I say, ‘It’s good’ is the day I should start doing something else,” said in the interview.

As news of Mr. Ledger’s death made its way across the Internet, the Police Department issued a fairly terse summary of the death: “ON TUESDAY, 01/22/08, AT APPROXIMATELY 1530 HOURS, IN THE CONFINES OF THE 5 PRECINCT, POLICE RESPONDED TO 421 BROOME STREET AND FOUND A M/W/28 UNCONSCIOUS. THE VICTIM WAS PRONOUNCED DOA AT THE SCENE. M.E.’S OFFICE TO DETERMINE THE CAUSE OF DEATH. INVESTIGATION CONTINUES.”

Calls by The Times to Mara Buxbaum, a publicist for Mr. Ledger, and Steve Alexander, the actor’s agent, were not immediately returned this afternoon.

I don’t really know what to say about this one yet. Obviously, it’s an early report; there’s currently conflicting information of whether the apartment was his or Mary-Kate Olson’s, and whether the death was suicide or accidental. Gossip site TMZ is all over it, as usual, and has posted all sorts of information that may or may not be true.

I’m a huge Heath Ledger fan, even some of his less-then-quality films like Ten Things I Hate About You and The Order. (I never could bring myself to like A Knight’s Tale, though.) Obviously, his performance in Brokeback Mountain was nothing short of amazing. I was so utterly jazzed about his Joker in The Dark Knight…this is just kind of shocking to me.

We’ll have to see how it progresses. It doesn’t change that he’s dead obviously, but personally, I hope it was accidental, and not suicide.

UPDATE: It appears the apartment was not Olsen’s, and the medication aspect has been changed from “pills scattered around his body” to “sleeping pills — both prescription medication and nonprescription — on a night table.”. The OD could very well be accidental.

–Jer

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Catch a Tiger By The Toe…And It Will Eat You

All right…I’ve been trying really, REALLY hard not to comment on this particular news story, but I just can’t anymore. For those who aren’t aware, the story goes as such: on Christmas day, the San Francisco Zoo’s Siamese tiger Tatiana escaped from it’s enclosure, attacking three young man shortly after closing time. After escaping from the tiger grotto, Tatiana killed 17-year-old Carlos Sousa Jr. and injured two 19-year-old Amritpal “Paul” Dhaliwal and his 23-year-old brother Kulbir. The brothers fled to the zoo cafe, and Paul’s screaming alerted a zoo employee, who called 911. Police arrived on the scene as the tiger tracked the brother’s, either by a trail of blood or other means, ignoring other patrons. The police found the tiger with Kulbir but did not shoot, according to the SF police chief, as they could not be assured of not hitting the man. After distraction, the tiger turned towards the officers, and was shot and killed. The Dhaliwal brothers received deep bites and claw wounds on their heads, necks, arms, and hands, but their injuries were not life-threatening, and they were released from the hospital on December 29, 2007.

Okay, that’s the basics. Now we get to the fucked-up parts.

There’s a lot of fault to be found here, and some of it falls with the zoo. To start with, it turns out that the moat wall of the grotto was on 12.5 feet tall, well below the American Zoo Association’s recommended 16 feet (and way below the zoo’s first statement that it was 18 feet). Also, the zoo had been fined almost 18 grand for a previous attack by Tatiana on zookeeper Lori Komejan almost exactly a year prior, citing inadequate precautions and staff training. So the SF Zoo did fuck up on this one, no question.

But what about the attacked men? Oh, get ready for this.

To start with, zoo-goer Jennifer Miller claimed on January 3rd that she saw the men, and a fourth individual, at the big cat grottos less then an hour before the attack, and three of them were taunting the lions. The only one who wasn’t was the later-killed Sousa. “He wasn’t roaring. He wasn’t taunting them,” she recalled. “He kept looking at me apologetically like, ‘I’m sorry, I know we are being stupid.’ ” Irony can be quite cruel. In addition, investigators found an empty vodka bottle in the car, a shoe print on the railing, and the newest revelation, which came today, is that a 9-inch rock, a tree branch, and pine cones were found that came from trees that were not near the tiger’s enclosure.

So, long story short…despite the brothers’ claims, both to the police (who they’ve been described as “hostile” to) and to Sousa’s mother, they were pretty damn assuredly taunting Tatiana in a drunken (and possibly high) stupor, thus provoking the tiger to attack them.

What. The. Fuck.

You know, when I was growing up, I went to the zoo more then a couple times. And any time I would tap on the glass, I’d get the riot act read to me by my parents. And deservedly so! My parents, while they aren’t the leftist hippy-esque nature-lover I am, have a little thing called “common sense,” and had no desire to see their children become cat food. But you know what? Even without that, when I was in my late teens/early 20’s, I could do the math. 130 lb. me vs 300 lb. tiger = TIGER FUCKING WINS! Game over, no reset, no back to the last save point. You throw a rock at an angry dog in your neighborhood, odds are it’s gonna come after you. And that’s a domesticated animal. This is a tiger. And you know what I call this? Darwinism at work. It’s survival of the fuckin’ fittest, and those three just weren’t fit.

Accounts state that paramedics taking the Dhaliwal brothers to the zoo by ambulance had overheard Kulbir tell his brother, “Don’t tell them what we did.” They actively refused to refused to give their names to authorities or identify Sousa–and in fact, lied to Sousa’s father when he called before the attack to locate his son, saying he wasn’t with them. Sorry, boys, but your credibility is officially in the toilet.

The only individual I feel bad for is Tatiana. That tiger was only doing exactly what tigers do. They get provoked and threatened, they attack. Why this is a surprise to anyone is utterly beyond me.

Of course, for the rest of the world, this is just a story of “tiger on rampage! Animals aren’t safe!” And you know what, maybe that’s what it should be. Maybe, if one good thing can come out of this, people will remember to remember that nature can be a dangerous place, and will treat it’s denizens with just a little more respect from now on. It’s just sad that such has to come at the cost of what will surely be a suffering in zoo attendance, if only in the short term before stupid people go back to tapping on the glass.

Wild animals aren’t cute, people. They’re beautiful, they’re majestic, but like Carlos Sousa Jr., the abhorrant Dhaliwal brothers, and people like Timothy Treadwell (killed along with his girlfriend by a bear after he was living among them without safety precautions) have had to learn the hard way, they’re dangerous. Anyone who doesn’t respect that, to be frank and kind of harsh, deserves exactly what they get.

–Jer

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Guns N’ Roses Gets Someone Else Arrested

It’s a music day, it seems. This particular piece of “What the Fuck”-ness is credited to 411Mania:

Guns N’ Roses Song Mistaken For Death Threat

A school custodian’s after-hours karaoke performance prompted a police response when a teacher thought she was being threatened over the loudspeaker. State police say a teacher at Booth Free School in Roxbury, Connecticut barricaded herself inside a classroom Wednesday when she mistook someone singing a Guns N’ Roses song over the public address system for a threat. She was working after hours and thought no one else was in the building. Then she heard someone say over the loudspeaker that she was going to die.

Six troopers and three police dogs showed up and found three teenagers, one of them a custodian at the school, who had been playing with the public address system. Police say one of them sang “Welcome to the Jungle” into the microphone. The song contains the lyrics “You’re in the jungle baby; you’re gonna die.”

The teenagers were cuffed on the ground for about 15 minutes while police investigated. They were released after being questioned and state police Sgt. Brian Ness said they did not realize the teacher was in the school and will not face charges.

Okay…wow. Now, don’t get me wrong, if I was working late at a school and I heard “You’re in the jungle baby…you’re gonna DIEEEEEEE!” come out of nowhere, I’d probably jump myself. However, I feel the need to point this out:

The lyrics to “Welcome to the Jungle”

You see that? You see where the offending lyric is HALFWAY into the song? Now, if they literally just shouted that one line into the loudspeaker–which it doesn’t seem like is the case, per the above story–maybe. MAYBE it’s worth calling the cops (though me, I’d just be the smart person and get the fuck out of the school). Otherwise…someone needs to listen to some hard rock STAT, take a chill pill, stop watching horror films, and get a clue. If someone’s gonna kill you, they’re not going to announce it over the school loudspeaker first. THEY’RE JUST GOING TO KILL YOU!

And lastly, to the would-be rock stars…welcome to the 21st Century. You weren’t even alive when Appetite For Destruction came out. Go rock out to Fall-Out Boy or Stuffing Gerbils or whatever crap band is filling the “Alternative Rock” airways now. G N’ F’n R is MY crap music, and you can’t have it!

–Jer


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Ravyn’s Douchebags Of The Year Award Winner!

So, last week, I posted about the suicide death of Megan Meiers as a result of a sick, sadistic, twisted act from the parents of an ex-friend down the street. The parents in question had not been named. That’s changed…and more sick details have come out as a result of the Smoking Gun’s publishing of the police report about it.

Most of it is sick enough, but allow me to quote the worst of it (bolding, italicizing, and underlining is mine, for emphasis):

In reference to their daughter’s suicide, Drew explained she wanted to “just tell them” what she did to contribute to the Meier’s daughter’s suicide. She instigated and monitored a “my space” account which was created for the sole purpose of communicating with Meier’s daughter. Drew said she, with the help of temporary employee named “Ashley”, constructed a profile of “good looking” male on “my space” in order to “find out what Megan (Meier’s daughter) was saying on-line” about her daughter. Drew explained the communication between the fake male profile was aimed at gaining Megan’s confidence and finding out what Megan felt about her daughter and other people. Drew stated she, her daughter, and Ashley all typed, read, and monitored the communication between the fake male profile and Megan. Drew went on to say, the communication became “sexual for a thirteen year old.” Drew stated she continued the fake male profile despite this development.

Right there. See that? Right there. An adult created a fake identity, the communication with a thirteen-year-old became sexual, and she continued. That’s a motherfucking crime. Or if not…if SOMEHOW, this isn’t, it fuckin’ should be.

The parents are named in this report. Lori and Curt Drew. Well, congratulations, Lori and Curt Drew. You’ve just been named the winners of the First Annual “Ravyn’s Douchebags of the Year” Award. I’d make a statue, but unfortunately, the Ebola virus can’t be made into a plaque.

Since then, according to reports, the Drews have been constantly harrassed. They’ve been targeted with vandalism, prank phone calls, paintball attacks and a “prank” call to the local police which led to “as many as 15 deputies [drawing] weapons and [charging] the home.” GOOD. You drove a thirteen-year-old to suicide, you sick fucks. You deserve a little harassment.

I could post their contact information, but frankly, that’s beneath me…and if you wanna find it, just look for “Megan Meier” on the internet, it’s been published ALL over. I won’t harass them, but I would hardly blame anyone who did.

Meanwhile, there’s legislation being considered to fit this into a crime. Apparently, it doesn’t fit the 2006 federal statute against internet harassment because most of the harassing messages were MySpace bulletins, not direct messages. Yeah…THAT’S a huge distinction.

Again. People fucking suck.

–Jer


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