Thursday, April 19, 2007
Don't You Know That You Can Count Me Out
From the network that brought you the "nappy-headed ho" in the morning, comes this...
Cho Seung-Hui: Miscreant Martyr. Poster child for the psychotic.
As has been widely reported, the Virginia Tech mass murderer sent a sick and bloody care package to NBC in between his first two and final shootings on the Blacksburg campus.
It had the wrong address, which is why the delivery was delayed, but make no mistake about it: this piece of shit wanted to be memorialized in his own killing spree. Whatever twisted and warped shampooing logic was going on in the sick and slanted reality in his damaged head...he got it. Giftwrapped in fact, thanks to Steve Capus and the good folks at NBC News.
On last night's NBC Nightly News, they showed the envelope that Cho sent. They inventoried the contents. And turned it over to Federal authorities - of course, after making copies.
They showed some of the video clip. They aired some of the still photography. And they gave the "multimedia manifesto" plenty of air time.
Yeah. Great. Did it answer any questions? Did it lend any insight? Did it help to begin the "healing process?"
No. It memorialized it. It gave this waste of shampooing space his final fatal shot, sent through the television and into the living rooms and homes of anyone who had the television turned on. That photo of Cho, with both murder weapons pointed at the camera like he was Travis Bickle in Taxi Driver, that gets to be burned into our mental hard drives. Right next to the passport photo of Mohammed Atta.
The families still grieving, asking a question they'll never get an answer to: "Why?" That video and those pictures did not provide any insight. What it did was give those who lost someone close to them a chance to see what their friends, family members and loved ones saw in their eyes one final time.
Clint Van Zandt, a serial-killer expert and former FBI criminal profiler, summed it up best: "This is his ultimate victory, this is the way he's further victimizing us. This is what this guy wants, to reach his hand out of the grave, grab us by the throat and make us listen to him one more time."
NBC Nightly News anchor Brian Williams has a daughter in college. I'm sure the actions of this week has made him think of his family. Williams spoke of his network airing the Cho manifesto as it "being a sick business." He's right. Sick all around.
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Alberto "Speedy' Gonzales has to be really excited - he gets to "apologize" and slide the festering wound of his subjugation of justice under the radar due to the VT story.
Of course, he apologizes but insists he did nothing wrong.
He must have the same agent as Jason Giambi. "I apologize for doing nothing wrong. But I am sorry. But I won't say what I'm sorry for."
Scumbag(s).
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From the NY Post's "Page Six" today: New England Patriot god (and Gisele Bundchen boyfriend) Tom Brady is the new face of Stetson cologne, but assistants who worked at his first ad shoot for the company are calling a foul. One on-set spy tells us Brady demanded a huge trailer and refused to put on a cowboy hat. Groused the source: "What's a Stetson ad without the Stetson hat?"
Hey...listen up! And listen good: if he doesn't want to wear the shampooing hat, he doesn't wear the hat. Don't you know he's tom brady? Now, go get him a bottle of water and STFU.
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More from the STFU file: Johnny Damon doesn't know how he's going to be received at Fenway Park this weekend.
Let me give you a hint: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOO(you suck, Johnny)OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
You're a Yankee playing at Fenway Park, how the shampoo do you think you're going to be received? What's the matter, that Damian Jackson collision still clouding up your memory or do you not remember last year?
Seriously, stop talking about the Red Sox and focus on your team. You don't play here any more.
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With all of the tragic loss this week on the campus of Virginia Tech, one of a less violent - but no less sad - death came across last night.
Jean-Claude Lovinsky was an Iona College employee for more than 30 years, working with the College's facilities management department.
He was vacationing with his family in his native Haiti and was stricken. They couldn't get him to a hospital fast enough.
Jean-Claude was one of those rare individuals. One in a million millions.
If you polled 1,000 people, you would get 1,000 identical answers: Jean-Claude was a great man. Endquote.
Nothing was ever a problem for him. It might, at one point, have been a problem...for someone. But then Jean-Claude was arrive on the scene, smile on his face, eager as anything to help. And in no time flat, problem solved.
No matter the time of day, the time of year, location, situation, Jean-Claude was always quick with a smile, a laugh, a joke. And no matter how miserable or stressed out you were (and trust me, that happened quite often for me there...), he'd immediately add a well-timed dose of levity.
I left Iona in 2005, but returned on several occasions. And mark my words, it's no exaggeration, Jean-Claude would always be the first person I saw. He'd always stop and say hello, wanting to know how I was doing. And when the conversation turned to him, always a humble man, he would glow.
When I told an old friend of mine from the Iona days the terrible news, she emailed back: "I am so sad. When I came back for Homecoming, he gave me a tour of all the new buildings. I feel really choked up. It's amazing how special certain people can be."
I'm sure there are scores of similar emails being sent throughout the New Rochelle, N.Y. campus and beyond.
Rest in peace, Jean-Claude. You will be missed dearly.
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yh&os, I remain...
Cho Seung-Hui: Miscreant Martyr. Poster child for the psychotic.
As has been widely reported, the Virginia Tech mass murderer sent a sick and bloody care package to NBC in between his first two and final shootings on the Blacksburg campus.
It had the wrong address, which is why the delivery was delayed, but make no mistake about it: this piece of shit wanted to be memorialized in his own killing spree. Whatever twisted and warped shampooing logic was going on in the sick and slanted reality in his damaged head...he got it. Giftwrapped in fact, thanks to Steve Capus and the good folks at NBC News.
On last night's NBC Nightly News, they showed the envelope that Cho sent. They inventoried the contents. And turned it over to Federal authorities - of course, after making copies.
They showed some of the video clip. They aired some of the still photography. And they gave the "multimedia manifesto" plenty of air time.
Yeah. Great. Did it answer any questions? Did it lend any insight? Did it help to begin the "healing process?"
No. It memorialized it. It gave this waste of shampooing space his final fatal shot, sent through the television and into the living rooms and homes of anyone who had the television turned on. That photo of Cho, with both murder weapons pointed at the camera like he was Travis Bickle in Taxi Driver, that gets to be burned into our mental hard drives. Right next to the passport photo of Mohammed Atta.
The families still grieving, asking a question they'll never get an answer to: "Why?" That video and those pictures did not provide any insight. What it did was give those who lost someone close to them a chance to see what their friends, family members and loved ones saw in their eyes one final time.
Clint Van Zandt, a serial-killer expert and former FBI criminal profiler, summed it up best: "This is his ultimate victory, this is the way he's further victimizing us. This is what this guy wants, to reach his hand out of the grave, grab us by the throat and make us listen to him one more time."
NBC Nightly News anchor Brian Williams has a daughter in college. I'm sure the actions of this week has made him think of his family. Williams spoke of his network airing the Cho manifesto as it "being a sick business." He's right. Sick all around.
-----
Alberto "Speedy' Gonzales has to be really excited - he gets to "apologize" and slide the festering wound of his subjugation of justice under the radar due to the VT story.
Of course, he apologizes but insists he did nothing wrong.
He must have the same agent as Jason Giambi. "I apologize for doing nothing wrong. But I am sorry. But I won't say what I'm sorry for."
Scumbag(s).
-----
From the NY Post's "Page Six" today: New England Patriot god (and Gisele Bundchen boyfriend) Tom Brady is the new face of Stetson cologne, but assistants who worked at his first ad shoot for the company are calling a foul. One on-set spy tells us Brady demanded a huge trailer and refused to put on a cowboy hat. Groused the source: "What's a Stetson ad without the Stetson hat?"
Hey...listen up! And listen good: if he doesn't want to wear the shampooing hat, he doesn't wear the hat. Don't you know he's tom brady? Now, go get him a bottle of water and STFU.
-----
More from the STFU file: Johnny Damon doesn't know how he's going to be received at Fenway Park this weekend.
Let me give you a hint: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOO(you suck, Johnny)OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
You're a Yankee playing at Fenway Park, how the shampoo do you think you're going to be received? What's the matter, that Damian Jackson collision still clouding up your memory or do you not remember last year?
Seriously, stop talking about the Red Sox and focus on your team. You don't play here any more.
-----
With all of the tragic loss this week on the campus of Virginia Tech, one of a less violent - but no less sad - death came across last night.
Jean-Claude Lovinsky was an Iona College employee for more than 30 years, working with the College's facilities management department.
He was vacationing with his family in his native Haiti and was stricken. They couldn't get him to a hospital fast enough.
Jean-Claude was one of those rare individuals. One in a million millions.
If you polled 1,000 people, you would get 1,000 identical answers: Jean-Claude was a great man. Endquote.
Nothing was ever a problem for him. It might, at one point, have been a problem...for someone. But then Jean-Claude was arrive on the scene, smile on his face, eager as anything to help. And in no time flat, problem solved.
No matter the time of day, the time of year, location, situation, Jean-Claude was always quick with a smile, a laugh, a joke. And no matter how miserable or stressed out you were (and trust me, that happened quite often for me there...), he'd immediately add a well-timed dose of levity.
I left Iona in 2005, but returned on several occasions. And mark my words, it's no exaggeration, Jean-Claude would always be the first person I saw. He'd always stop and say hello, wanting to know how I was doing. And when the conversation turned to him, always a humble man, he would glow.
When I told an old friend of mine from the Iona days the terrible news, she emailed back: "I am so sad. When I came back for Homecoming, he gave me a tour of all the new buildings. I feel really choked up. It's amazing how special certain people can be."
I'm sure there are scores of similar emails being sent throughout the New Rochelle, N.Y. campus and beyond.
Rest in peace, Jean-Claude. You will be missed dearly.
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yh&os, I remain...
