Alligators, tragedy and the media

Christina Grimmie, the Pulse attacks, now this poor kid and family at Disney with the gator.

There's so much I feel like I want to say, yet the words fail me. I'm not gonna do what so many others have done, and jump on bandwagons. I wish I was there to help prevent these tragedies, or comfort the people going through it.

Imagine for a moment what idiotic outrage could be said about the Disney attack. The same weekend Disney donates $1 million to the survivors and offers accomodations to their families, people start assessing blame for the gator attack.

Disney let this happen, a sacrifice to the swamp gods for draining the wetlands to build theme parks on top of it. People wondering if the gator is a local breed, or imported. Because somehow, it's more important to find out if the attacker was a domestic, or foreign terrorist.

No one's asking the political, or religious motivations of the gator. Democrat? Republican? Gators are green, maybe he's with the Green party? Let's blame them.

What religion is the gator? Pentecostals handle snakes, gators eat snakes. Or maybe he was Baptist, they sure spend a lot of time in and around water. Ooo, maybe it follows nature, which makes it a Native American or Pagan practitioner. We haven't hated on them for a while, perfect scapegoat. It's not like their gods count anyway.

The gator shouldn't have been that close to people without being in an enclosure. How dare they come into an area that used to be their home! We don't recognize their claim to their homeland. Ban all alligator immigrants! Not forever, just until we fix the problem.

Alligator teeth have always been a weapon used since the time of dinosaurs, now all the dinosaurs are dead. We have to prevent the next mass extinction! We must regulate, if not completely ban alligator teeth altogether! Of course, teeth owners will rush out to buy as many gator teeth as possible before the government tries to take them all away.

What happened to that child is a damn tragedy, on a week of horrible tragedies. It's maddening. We try to put things in mind, to feel like we have a modicum of control. And when we can't find an answer, human nature tries to find someone to blame. Once again, to make us feel like we're in control.

And when finding someone or something to blame fails us, we then shift to assigning it to fate, or a higher power. Religious dickheads say the attack is their god's punishment for living an immoral lifestyle, so somehow, they deserve to be slaughtered. This of course, pisses me off beyond words. But if this pattern holds true, it'll just be a matter of time before someone says what happened to that kid was a deity's will.

Disney promotes belief in their own golden calf. Or in this case, a mouse. They tell stories rife with magic and evil. They bought Star Wars, so The Force is really code for Satanism. They bought Marvel, and make movies featuring gods that were supposed to be relegated to mythology centuries ago. They have Gay Days, so somehow accepting people that a 2000 year old book that also hates people who wears mixed fabric clothes, men who shaves their faces, eats shellfish and pork, means that an animal killing a two year old tourist boy while his father frantically fights to save his child's life and fails, is somehow justified.

It isn't.

A horrible thing happened. It happened on a weekend of other horrible things. Take steps to prevent it from happening again. But for fuck's sake, stop doing the all too human pattern of assigning useless blame or judgment, just so YOU can feel better about yourselves, while people mourn their losses! Support them, comfort each other. Be there for each other. Help where you can.

But please, PLEASE don't inflict your will or words, your rumors or beliefs into the matter. You're not helping, you're rubbing salt in the damn wounds. You're causing more harm than helping. And if you're not sure, just gather yourselves and your thoughts before smearing feces all over the open wounds of a bad situation.

That's all I have to say right now. Saying it makes me feel better. But I know it's little to no comfort to Christina Grimmie's brother, the LGBT community or that poor child's father.

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Stacy Burke's Merry Krampus Kristmas

And then, this happened.

A somber anniversary

This weekend marks the anniversary of James Holmes shooting a theater full of people at a midnight showing of The Dark Knight Rises, then proclaiming to be The Joker. Given the horrible film, some still debate to this day whether the ones who weren't shot were in fact the true victims.

Oh yes...I fucking warned you all something like this would happen years before it was popular. Before a couple committed murder-suicide and the media showing their cosplay photos of Joker and Harley. Who's going to die next, and someone proclaim it was all a joke? Tell that to the victims. Tell that to the families. Say it to their faces. And make sure there's a camera there to record it all, let's show the world just how much you should be vilified and hated.

....And then, this happened.

I'm not entirely sure this is evil or a crime, but...it seems wrong.

The death of Fred Phelps

Let us thank him for supplying the dance floor.

Return of The King

Black Peter still remembers.

Vilify

As You Vilify, Every Single Move That I Make
And Try To Bind Me In Your Insanity
You'll Come To Know
That You Never Had Control From The Onset
Go Find Another Lap Dog, Fucker
Your Need To Clarify
Every Single Word That I Say
Has Left Me Wrestling With Our Disparity
Leave Me Alone
Take Another Wretched Soul On The Hell-Ride
Go Find A More Susceptible Sucker

I can't Believe This Is Happening
I don't Want To Start Over Again
A Stone I Keep Falling Over Again, And Again, And Again

When You Vilify
You Begin To Nullify, Everything That We've Ever Done
You're Fucking With My Head
As You Vilify All I'v Ever Given
I don't Want To Fall Apart Anymore
I Want To End It Right Now
When You Vilify, I Start To Ponder Every Battle Ever Fought
Every Thought, Imploding In My Head
If You Vilify, it's A Bitter Pill That I Will Force You To Devour
Enough, Why don't We End It Right Now?

I've Had My Fill, And I Think I've Had Enough.
When You Open Your Mouth, Every Word Incenses Me
Don't Want To Know, Why You Every Waking Moment
Revolves Around, Criticizing Every Part Of Me
Another Bill, The Number Cannot Be Defined
For The Blood And The Soul, That Had To Flow Incessantly
Fuck You All
And Let Every Minute Be A Reminder Of
How You Let It All Come Crashing Down

I can't Believe This Is Happening
I don't Want To Start Over Again
A Stone I Keep Falling Over Again, And Again, And Again

When You Vilify
You Begin To Nullify, Everything That We've Ever Done
You're Fucking With My Head
As You Vilify All I'v Ever Given
I don't Want To Fall Apart Anymore
I Want To End It Right Now
When You Vilify, I Start To Ponder Every Battle Ever Fought
Every Thought, Imploding In My Head
If You Vilify, it's A Bitter Pill That I Will Force You To Devour
Enough, Why don't We End It Right Now?

And When you're Broken, And Bitter Inside
And Reality Sucks, Because You Know I'm Right
All Over Nothing, Unforgiving Inside
Well Does'nt It Suck, Just To Know I'm Right

When You Vilify
You Begin To Nullify, Everything That We've Ever Done
You're Fucking With My Head
As You Vilify All I'v Ever Given
I don't Want To Fall Apart Anymore
I Want To End It Right Now
When You Vilify, I Start To Ponder Every Battle Ever Fought
Every Thought, Imploding In My Head
If You Vilify, it's A Bitter Pill That I Will Force You To Devour
Enough, Why don't We End It Right Now?

My Own Hell

Twisting and turning unable to sleep 
Do the voices ever stop 
My thoughts speak louder the more I resist 
And they're driving me insane 
Do they ever go? 

Inside 
I'm a danger to myself 
(I'm a danger to myself) 
Inside 
I'm a prisoner of my own hell 
(Of my own hell) 

Losing the battle I waged on myself 
Lock me up and toss the key 
Toys in the attic it's all getting worse 
Why won't I let me be 
Oh god make it stop 

Inside 
I'm a danger to myself 
(I'm a danger to myself) 
Inside 
I'm a prisoner of my own hell 
(Of my own hell) 

Fit me for a strait jacket 
Put me in a padded cell 
I'm a danger to you all 
And I'm a danger to myself 

Inside 
I'm a danger to myself 
(I'm a danger to myself) 
Inside 
I'm a prisoner of my own hell 
(Of my own hell)

About bloody time!

Looks like the first horror movie fell through, but then again, I've always worked well by starting with the young.

http://www.thekrampusmovie.com/index.html

At least they got the quote right.

"I'm a strict humanitarian. I only eat Children."

A new chapter begins.

Looks like things will start getting interesting again. The name Krampus is about to be expanded upon, and even more shall be added to the legend of the Christmas demon. 'Twould appear that this new chapter should be amusing and interesting to watch.

Of course, that's not to say all the detractors of Krampus have been silenced. Even now, it looks like some people can't tell one Krampus apart from another. Of course, there have always been multiple Krampi, and shall continue to be so. A new adventure shall be written this year, a time of rebirths and renewals. It can only be hoped to be a fun one.

As to those deserving of wrath...look behind you. Out of the corner of your eye, the shadow, that figure in the dark, the one who's there then gone? Well, I can't say with exact certainty it's me, but you never know who's watching. Who's listening? Who's reporting? Will things ever go back to their simpler times? To the latter, I'll have to say no. Too much has been done, too much blood spilled, too many threats made to be taken back. All that can be done is to go forward, and if the need to dredge up the past is warranted, then such a bridge will be crossed at that time.

Although, it's still too damned ridiculously easy to bring concealed and visible weapons into conventions. But hell, even fanboys will use pens if a gun or knife isn't available. San Diego has proven that. Something may have to be done, but that's for another day.

This should be fun.

Moments of beauty

Don't think for a second I'm getting soft. But every now and then, one must stop and appreciate moments of joy, beauty or fortune. I suppose this is as good as any.

Time travelling kids meet Presidents

I've heard that the election was rigged, but for fuck's sake! Ahhh well, there is something to it all, as I can attest from my own temporal experience. See if you can spot it as well.

Death.

So many deserving of it. Often times, too many innocent and not enough guilty get to experience it soon enough. Of course, what with the mother of all excuses coming up soon to lose one's damn mind and revel in the carnage, one never knows who may suffer more, the innocent or the guilty. Countries tearing themselves and others apart, missiles killing children, homes turned into submerged bombs requiring a spark, civil division, no one knowing exactly what's coming down the pipe, but everyone is tense and feels that something approaches.

So. What will you do? Join in the rioting, use the chance to extract vengeance upon those that you perceive wronged you? Act as if nothing happened? Try to carry on with your meager lives while at any moment, the pressure built up around you is a human powderkeg, waiting for the spark of a scream, a violent act, a gunshot, an intentional car crash or what have you, ignites humans into a living inferno? Will you prepare, care for those around you and under your charge? Or will you cut your losses and upon the first piss off after a few days of hunger, strike down the annoying person who you claim to have loved, or is part of your chromosomes to throw on the barbecue?

They say the only things certain in life are death and taxes. Of course, if a revolution occurs, then the taxes are out the window, for a little while anyway. But death...Ooooo death, that's the only true eventuality for all, isn't it? People and things die. Even legends may seem immortal, but have the illusion of immortality until dead, then resurrected like a phoenix.

But it's agreed, not everyone is keeping the same clock, according to one's sense of karma. Timing can be a bitch in that regard, the decisive difference between fortune, coincidence or regret. How soon, how late, just in the proverbial nick. All slaves to time and timing. But be they slow or fast hands, with many or few, all things have an end. All people have an end.

The trick is, what is the manner of style one will go out with as implementation? With pride or cowardice, clean conscience or regret? With a smile, or jaws spasming from shock, as true corpses do? To go quietly, or in a blaze of glory?

The truth of the matter is, I've never left. I've been watching, waiting, seeing and seeking. Krampus still exists, and shall ever continue on. And I know, this blog is a guilty pleasure. Some still come here from time to time, seeing if there's anything new. Curious from the mystery, wondering what ever happened?

That's simple. People crossed lines, information that was dangerous was revealed, threats were made, people were ready to kill. And people still are. Krampus shouted so loudly, made so much of a raucous ruckus that people could not help but hear. But warnings were not heeded. James Holmes patterned himself after a villain, innocent people died. And the same bastards I warned people about spoke out of both sides of their mouths, cheering such attacks on, wishing they could see it, then having the gall, THE GALL to deny that was ever their intentions.

And the people that encouraged actions like these? They're still out there. Oh, some are laying low, fearful of name calling and re-instigating a war with very real consequences. Some are on watch lists, Krampus included. That's fine, at least I know someone's reading this intently. But things are different now. Things are worse.

There are so many people, for whom all it would take is a word, a look, a smirk, a laugh, a comment, and hell will be unleashed. This of course would generate a domino effect, others who are both innocent and with their own shades of guilt, some with alliances of friendships or similar interests, others with no ties whatsoever, in the path of bullets with no names upon them. And yes, I speak figuratively, and literally.

All it may take is for one person, someone who truly wants to cause pain, suffering, torture and death in the real world, is to light a match, throw a rock, or an e-mail. Create a spark, and everything and everyone in the vicinity, will burn, be stabbed, shot, sliced, bludgeoned, flesh flayed and limbs severed. The pot is about to boil over. And whosoever strikes that match with intent, is truly a monster responsible for the deaths of what will surely be guilty and innocent alike.

Or, maybe you fuckers who have to gain IQ points to count as mentally retarded, may actually surprise someone. Instead of striking the match, you try to look at the gift that has been the last few months of what counts as peace in the real world. And you try to be better than the base within. Maybe you cling to that which is most precious to you, trying to live normal, if not better lives. Maybe, just maybe, some might actually try to change and grow up. And perhaps this is the time to prove it.

Or maybe it's time to start a war because you can. Fuck it, it's nearly December 2012.

As one of my favorite movie antagonists said, Live or Die...make your choice.

James Holmes: Supervillain

It's interesting what one finds when doing a google search. As a matter of fact, James Holmes, in his insidious actions, has become synonymous with being a super villain in real life.

http://open.salon.com/blog/marygrav/2012/07/23/holy_cow_batman_holmesa_dc_comic_book_super_villain--zap

Here's an excerpt from this link.

As I read about James Holmes and his behavior at the Batman premier, it stirred a thought in the back of my mind.  Then it clicked as I remembered that I had a copy of Jeff Rovin’s book, “The Encyclopedia of Super Villains” (1987).  Then it occurred to me that this is the point that Holmes was trying to get across: he is a DC Super Villain.

Rovin writes in the Introduction of “The Encyclopedia of Super Villains” that in the motion picture Superman II, the super-powered General Zod escapes from his Phantom Zone prison and sets himself up as the tyrannical ruler of earth.  Eventually, Superman is able to defeat him—but not before people are slain, cities are razed, and a President is forced to kneel before the tsar from Krypton.

“He was a monster,” says actor Terence stamp who played Zod, “but though we all cheered for Superman the truth is that if we had superhuman powers, most of us would most likely be doing what Zod is doing and not what Superman is doing.  Most of us wouldn’t be upholding laws; we’d be running the world according to our own rules.”

Psychologist Bruno Bettelheim agrees.  In The Uses of Enchantment he writes, “Who would not like to have power to satisfy all his desires and to punish is enemies?  And who does not fear such powers if some other possesses them?”

Superheroism requires an extreme degree of self-sacrifice and denial.  Being a superhero means controlling one’s base, carnivorous instincts.  It means turning the other cheek no matter how disgusted one gets.  It means striving to protect others, even those who have wronged the superhero.

  Super-villainy is just the opposite.  It permits self-indulgence in the extreme, the seeking of vengeance or gain with a complete disregard for the rights and well-being of others.

 Here's another slice of fresh hell.

Batman Shooter James Holmes: A Super Villain for an entire generation

In the summer, a young man's fancy turns to guns and death. There is no excuse for the rain of bullets and terror unleashed in Aurora, Colorado, early Friday morning by a man the media has already named "The Batman Psycho" — aka James Holmes.

The families of those who died and the survivors of the attack will take years to recover. Gun control advocates and gun rights stalwarts have another brutal Colorado attack to argue over for years to come. Michael Moore has material for new agitprop, as the internet business who sold Holmes his assault equipment has already said they shipped $300 worth of tactical gear to Colorado worn during the attack.
News reports have identified Holmes, 24, as a top undergraduate student at UC Riverside, and up until recently, a student in the demanding graduate neuroscience program at the University of Colorado in Denver.
TMZ located an "AdultFriendFinder" profile of a red-haired man whose appearance and profile greatly resembles Holmes. The man was advertising for the type of action nearly every 24 year-old guy would seek on the adult "dating" site — except he asked if dates would "visit him in prison." Since it's TMZ, they're speculating about the profile's description of the aspiring swinger's man-parts: Small/Average.

Former neighbors reported that Holmes was unemployed and struggling to find work since his graduation from UC Riverside in 2010. "No one knew him,” said others from his Colorado neighborhood. UC officials described Holmes as a top student, even "the best of the best." Neuroscience is no major for dummies.
Nearly 50 years ago, after murdering his mother and wife, 25 year-old Charles Whitman climbed the tower at the University of Texas, Austin, and initiated a shooting spree that killed 16 people and wounded 32 others — ultimately losing his own life at the hands of Austin police. Whitman's journal and suicide notes indicated that he knew in advance something was horribly wrong and expressed regret. His autopsy found a huge brain tumor that was theorized to be at fault of his violent attack.

Unless James Holmes is found to have a huge brain tumor, it's unlikely that — although he joins Whitman in the annals of ultra violent American mass murderers — his killing spree will be able to be tied to a physical cause. Unlike the married Whitman who lived with both his wife and mother, Holmes has already been tagged as a loner. A neighbor he shared beers with last week said he walked with a "swagger," and the two men talked only about football.

The attack was planned and coordinated for weeks to coincide with the release of the film The Dark Knight Rises. This film doesn't feature villain The Joker (played so unforgettably by the late Heath Ledger). It features some other guy in an ugly mask named Bane. James Holmes seems to have decided to show up as The Joker in full assault gear to share the Joker's nihilistic devastation with a real-life Colorado audience.
How could a top student, cross-country runner almost universally described as "quiet" and "nice" --- by former classmates and neighbors -- turn into the choreographer of mass murder at a crowded theater, raining automatic weapon fire on the helpless crowd? Pundits are already speculating on the precise form of Holmes' mental illness. There's no question that he "snapped."

Another question to ask is, why have more young men not snapped? Because James Holmes isn't the only young, capable man who can't even get a job or a date. We have a whole generation "on hold." 50% of students graduating from college in 2010 are either unemployed or under-employed. Those enrolled in graduate school, as Holmes was until June, are accruing mountains of debt they understandably fear may never be paid off.

The TMZ dating site profile thread features dozens of comments to the effect that "girls won't even look at an average guy unless he has money." Well, James Holmes was drawing unemployment and had struggled to find work for two years. By all reports, he didn't just perform well as an undergraduate; he was at the top of his class. In the world he grew up in, he would have had every expectation that as long as he did his part, by 24, he'd be finishing graduate school with a good job, and might be looking to get married and start a family.
Instead, he ended up on unemployment with dyed red hair, looking for female company on an adult "dating" site that's a portal for "friends" who work on an hourly or piece-rate basis, and has now achieved success as one of the worst, if not the worst, mass murderers in U.S. history. In one devastating burst of fire, he has ruined movie going for an entire generation. He has associated one of the most popular superheroes with the darkest side of human nature.

The joke is that, unless Holmes is found to have a brain tumor like Charles Whitman causing his violence, he is someone who possessed all the normal drives for what our society has called "success," and for the most part, he had all the right moves. An excellent student, athlete, quiet but "easy-going" according to his rental application, in a demanding medical field.

Reports are that he planned this attack for weeks, if not months. He carefully assembled all his weapons and gear — legally. After surrendering to police and telling them he was "The Joker," Holmes then warned that his apartment was booby-trapped. Upon arriving at the still-evacuated apartment building, police heard loud "techno" music that had been on a timer, set to start after Holmes launched his attack on the theater.
It's hard to say what this music was or is, as almost two days later, authorities still have not entered the apartment for fear of setting off an explosive device. I'm willing to bet, it may have been Killing Joke. People will talk about the movie, the band, Heath Ledger, assault weapons, sales of tactical gear over the internet, and they are already arguing about Mr. Holmes' political sentiments.

He wanted what every young man wants. To be a success, to make his mark, to move forward with his life. He wanted a woman. Under other circumstances, James Holmes may never have hurt another soul. He might have even saved lives through neuroscience. But now, he has made his mark. And that is the ultimate killing joke.

 

 

Copycat 'Joker' stopped before slaying

http://www.centurylink.net/news/read.php?rip_id=%3CDA09DK6O2%40news.ap.org%3E&ps=1011

Man calling himself 'a joker' threatened shooting

By BRETT ZONGKER and ERIC TUCKER Associated Press The Associated Press

Friday, July 27, 2012 10:23 PM EDT

 

PALMER PARK, Md. (AP) — Calling himself "a joker," a Maryland man with an arsenal of guns threatened to shoot up a business he was being fired from, and was wearing a T-shirt that said "Guns don't kill people. I do" when police confronted him, authorities said Friday.
The 28-year-old man, identified in a search warrant as Neil E. Prescott, told a supervisor at software and mailroom supplier Pitney Bowes that he wanted to see his boss' "brain splatter all over the sidewalk," according to police and an application for a search warrant.
"I'm a joker and I'm gonna load my guns and blow everybody up," Prescott said, according to the document.
The threats were made repeatedly in two separate phone calls this week, and investigators who searched Prescott's apartment Friday morning found several thousand rounds of ammunition and about two dozen semi-automatic rifles and pistols. The weapons so far appear to have been acquired legally but are still being examined, said Mike Campbell, a spokesman for the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms and Explosives.
Prescott was taken into custody at his apartment Friday and was receiving a psychiatric evaluation at a hospital. He was not expected to be charged Friday, the Prince George's County police department said on Twitter.
"We can't measure what was prevented here, but what was going on over the last 36 hours was a significant incident in the county. And we think a violent episode was avoided," said county police Chief Mark Magaw.
The workplace Prescott is accused of threatening to shoot up is located just outside Washington.
It wasn't immediately clear when the threat was to be carried out or how seriously it was meant to be taken, but last week's mass shooting at a Colorado theater during the latest Batman movie — coupled with the "Joker" reference — put police on edge and gave the comments extra urgency, officials said.
"We take all threats seriously. And if you're going to make a threat, we will take action," Magaw said.
 

Though there's no other indication of a link to the Colorado shooting, police believe the joker comments were a "clear reference" to the killings, the warrant said. The man accused in those shootings, James Holmes, had his hair dyed reddish-orange, and called himself the Joker, New York Police Commissioner Ray Kelly has said.

It was not immediately clear if Prescott had a lawyer. His record in Maryland appeared to include only a 2007 speeding ticket.

A search for Neil Prescott on a website that tracks users' online activities led to a profile that appears to be him on mdshooters.com, a website for gun enthusiasts. On it, Prescott, who used an online tag of slog403 and identified himself as from Crofton, traded advice with other users about obtaining firearms.
During a conversation last week about acquiring a 30-round magazine, he indicated he would "never violate MD laws as I respect this site and state." But in a July 18 post, he also said he wished to "unleash 30 rounds of hell" and added a smiley face emoticon. It wasn't clear what he was referring to.

He was taken into custody Friday morning at his apartment in Crofton, near Annapolis, after the threat was reported to the police. Police on Thursday made an initial visit to Prescott's home, where he appeared groggy and was wearing the T-shirt with the reference to guns.

"The multiple threats and the nature of the threats and that action, together, led us to a place where we could get an emergency petition" for a psychiatric evaluation, said Deputy Police Chief Henry Stawinski.
According to the search warrant application, Prescott made the threat during a phone call on Monday morning when a supervisor contacted him on a work-related matter, then made similar statements in a separate conversation about 15 minutes later. During the call, Prescott acknowledged it was "kind of foolish of me" to say this over the phone, the supervisor told authorities.

The supervisor was aware of Prescott's arsenal and the comments "made him feel fear for his life," police said in the warrant application. The document said Prescott had been fired after working at Pitney Bowes for at least three years, but police said Friday he was in the process of being terminated.
The supervisor did not want to talk to a reporter, his son said Friday.

Pitney Bowes spokeswoman Carol Wallace said in a statement that Prescott was an employee of a subcontractor to the company and had not been on any Pitney Bowes property in at least four months.
Wilbert Brinson, who lives in a building across from Prescott's but did not know him, said he was alarmed by the alleged threats.

"It's an awakening, you know, after hearing what
happened in Colorado," he said.

Copycat red haired shooter at bus stop

http://www.wesh.com/news/central-florida/Man-shot-in-neck-at-bus-stop-near-Lake-Destiny/-/11788162/15662642/-/imfrhj/-/index.html

ALTAMONTE SPRINGS, Fla. -
A man was shot at a Seminole County bus stop Tuesday, and authorities are looking for the person who pulled the trigger.

The man, who was in front of a 7-Eleven store near Lake Destiny, suffered a gunshot wound to his neck at around 10 a.m.
Detectives say they’re looking for a tall black man who has dyed red hair. They say he is the person who shot the victim.
"A black male with red hair, a white shirt and red shorts had attempted to rob him at the bus stop down the road and he was shot in the neck," said Altamonte Springs Police Officer Rob Pelton.
The man told investigators that the shooter also tried to rob him.
A clerk from the 7-Eleven store called police to report the shooting.
The 19-year-old victim is in surgery at Orlando Regional Medical Center.

I fucking warned you all.

Man Hits Noisy Popcorn-Throwing Kid In Movie Theater

Nothing like living vicariously through a pissed patron. http://www.inquisitr.com/241237/man-hits-noisy-popcorn-throwing-kid-in-movie-theater/ A Washington man, 21-year-old Hyun Kim, has been charged with second-degree assault after he punched a 10-year-old in a movie theater. Kim was arrested on April 11 at the AMC Theater in Kent for punching the child while in a screening of Titanic in 3D. Kim has told police he was aggravated by a group of four young male moviegoers who talked and threw popcorn. When asked to quiet down, Kim says the group laughed at him. Eventually, a furious Kim jumped back over his seat toward the group, threw an iced drink at the youngsters, and then struck a 10-year-old, KJJ, in the face. KJJ lost a tooth and suffered a bloody nose in the confrontation. Kim has since told authorities that he thought the person he was striking was a grown man, only to discover he was a child of just 10. He also said that the behavior of the young boys went beyond simple whispering, and included the group throwing popcorn at Kim and his girlfriend, and running back and forth in aisles, bumping into audience members with their arms. KJJ’s side of the story is a little different – he has told police that he was at the theater with three friends. He admits they did talk, but says they were quiet after being scolded by Kim. When one of the boys broke the silence with a whisper, KJJ claims Kim then assaulted him. The group and Kim met police in the theater’s lobby. Kim spent a night in the Kent city jail for his troubles, and appeared in King County District Court on April 12. If convicted, he could be sentenced to three to nine months in jail.

Oh hello there!

Ahh good, it looks like things are settling down. At least on one front. No need to unleash the Christmas demon again at this time. I'm sure some of you are keeping tabs on this page to see what happens next. And if some of you are who I think you are and exploring this page for the first time, keep in mind that I fully expected you to see it and find things of interest. And I'm prepared for whatever your idiotic plans are to attempt to use what you find here. In short, you don't know me. Not really. Even then, there are always plans. Now to find some music. Any recommendations?