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No Mercy for the Criminal

Beltway Sniper John Allen Muhammad in court.

He told the cops, "Call Me God." I call him dead.

The quality of mercy is not strain’d,
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath. It is twice blest:
It blesseth him that gives and him that takes.

— William Shakespeare/”The Merchant of Venice,  Act 4, scene 1


The quality of mercy is best reserved for those deserving  it.

John Allen Muhammad was not.  Mercy was an alien concept to him.   He showed none and was unworthy of receiving any.  That’s why he’s dead now.

The regrettable thing about Muhammad becoming worm excrement is we still do not know exactly how many people he and Lee Malvo killed during their bloody rampage in 2002.  Ten dead is the official toll, but the actual number could be higher.  Muhammad refused to say and Malvo refuses to talk unless he gets immunity from any other killings.

This leads some people to suggest justice would have been best served by keeping Muhammad alive.   Perhaps one day he might have confessed fully.  There are things that can be learned by criminologists and psychiatrists by examining and questioning serial killers so we can learn how they tick.  By putting them to death whatever secrets they hold they take with on an express elevator to hell.

I’m not going to mock anyone whose principles lead them to oppose the death penalty, but Muhammad was scum. He killed people who had never harmed him and he didn’t even know from a distance. That’s gutless. He never uttered a word of guilt or remorse. That’s heartless.

The world has not suffered any great loss from John Allen Muhammad no longer being part of it. There’s just one less maggot in it.

There is nothing of importance to be learned from serial killers that justifies allowing  them to keep the life they have taken from others.  Charles Manson is still breathing air and what has been learned from that sick bastard? The only thing we can learn from a serial killer is something we already know: They are predators and they consider other humans their prey.

I know all the arguments against the death penalty. It’s retribution, not justice. It’s biased against the poor and minorities. It’s haphazardly applied and not a deterrent. It’s hideously expensive and the process is far too protracted. It’s cruel. Civilized countries have turned away from execution.

All true.  But the undisputed truth about the death penalty is when it’s done right, it eliminates forever that one truly evil son of a bitch that has forfeited his right to live because his crimes are so heinous, so remorseless and so vicious they can never be forgiven.

And living one more day was too good for John Allen Muhammad.

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All ten of the victims of the Beltway Snipers would prefer to be alive and not dead, but Muhammad and Malvo took that option away from them. At one point during the killing spree Muhammad left a note for the cops that read, “CALL ME GOD.”

I prefer to call him dead.

If Muhammad didn’t deserve to die for his crimes nobody does.

 
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Posted by on November 13, 2009 in News & Views

 

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Veterans Day: A Life Well Lived.

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Today is Veterans Day.  If you’re lucky it’s a day off from work.   If you’re not, you may recall its a time when America honors its fallen soldiers.

If you’re me, it’s a day to honor both a fallen soldier and a beloved father.

Truman Winbush Sr., didn’t approve of my decision to join the U.S. Air Force.  It wasn’t so much that he preferred I follow his footsteps into the Navy.  I think he just expected more from me than a career in the military.  Truth be told, so did I, but I had messed around in school too much to go to college.   Besides,  I had no money and I was immature as well.  That’s a recipe for failure.

While I don’t know if joining the military made me a success, it did force me to grow up.  You have to when a drill instructor standing inches away from your nose SCREAMING IN YOUR FACE and you’re doing your level best not to stutter as you respond to his ranting with a “SIR, YES SIR!”

Whether or not they actually go off to war, every soldier is defending this nation because the possibility they might have to is always there.  It’s part of the price of the ticket.

I was prepared to pay that cost.  So was my father.  Dad wasn’t the type to wave a  flag,  but I never doubted he loved America and he was proud of his service.   It wasn’t his style to make a big production about his patriotism.

I drove the 70 miles to Dayton to plant a pair of small flags by Dad’s headstone.   They had been in two planters on the front porch.  I wasn’t blessed with his green thumb, but I think my father would have given me a little half-smile to see how well the asparagus vines I grew this spring had flourished.   “That’s pretty good,” he would have said, secure in the knowledge that he could have done better.

My mother passed away almost 11 years ago and while I still miss her terribly, the hurt isn’t quite as fresh since my father died in 2007.   At the time, there was a bit of controversy over his being buried at Dayton National Cemetery.    As time goes by though, whenever I see that simple headstone with the tribute, “A Life Well Lived”  that my brother and my father’s namesake had chosen, I can’t think of a better resting place for Truman Winbush Sr., than among the presence of other quiet Americans who did their duty and defended their country with honor.

Happy Veterans Day, Dad.  One day I’ll join you in Dayton and you can tell me all over again what a big dummy I was when I joined the service.  There were times it got on my nerves, but I know it was only you  saying, “I love you, son” the best way you knew how to.

Remember Veterans Day, November 11, 2009

 
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Posted by on November 11, 2009 in It's My Life

 

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Armond White Abuses “Precious.”

Armond White, film critic

"I am not a contrarian; everyone else is a conformist."

There’s one in every crowd of film critics.  The one critic who doesn’t simply march to the beat of a different drummer;  he has his own original soundtrack.  That’s Armond White, film critic for a website you don’t read named the New York Press.   White has carefully crafted a reputation as the skunk at the garden parties.  If the vast majority is going one way on a film, he tacks in an opposite direction and when he goes after a particular movie that irks his sensibilities he doesn’t stop pummeling it until  he’s licking the blood off his knuckles.

The do-it-yourself aspects of the Internet made anyone with a laptop a critic whether they had the knack for it or not.  That really annoyed the professional critics who found themselves suddenly increasingly irrelevant.   So if being smart isn’t working anymore, how about just being incredibly nasty in temperament?  This is White’s house special.

The vast majority of critics have practically guaranteed Precious as a stone cold lock for Oscar nominations, White disagrees mightily.  In his review  White guts the film saying, “Not since The Birth of A Nation” has a mainstream movie demeaned the idea of black American life as much as Precious.”

That’s not simply a pan, but White was equally unsparing of director Lee Daniels and executive producers Oprah Winfrey and Tyler Perry.

Shame on Tyler Perry and Oprah Winfrey for signing on as air-quote executive producers of Precious. After this post-hip-hop freak show wowed Sundance last January, it now slouches toward Oscar ratification thanks to its powerful friends.Winfrey and Perry had no hand in the actual production of Precious, yet the movie must have touched some sore spot in their demagogue psyches. They’ve piggybacked their reps as black success stories hoping to camouflage Precious’ con job—even though it’s more scandalous than their own upliftment trade.

Winfrey, Perry and Daniels make an unholy triumvirate.They come together at some intersection of race exploitation and opportunism. These two media titans—plus one shrewd pathology pimp—use Precious to rework Booker T. Washington’s early 20th-century manifesto Up From Slavery into extreme drama for the new millennium.

Eddie Murphy in "Norbit"

"Norbit" cost Eddie an Oscar, but Armond White thinks it rocks!

I used to believe it was easy to write a negative review until I had to actually sit through bad movies when I was a stringer for Columbus Dispatch film critic Frank Gabrenya.   That’s when I realized the time wasted on bad movies, bad books or bad music makes them not much fun to trash.

Armond White is the sort of haughty, pompous and self-important critic the Internet has made pretty much irrelevant.   Of course he’s entitled to slam any film he thinks is a waste of time and celluloid, but his Precious review is nothing more than a full-blown rant against African-American celebrities he finds annoying.    The movie itself is irrelevant.  It’s just the punching bag White pastes pictures of Oprah and Tyler on to swing at.

How seriously can anyone take White when no sooner has he compared Precious unfavorably to The Birth of A Nation, D.W. Griffith’s notoriously racist Valentine card to the Ku Klux Klan  and Black politicans lording it over White citizens (Griffith would have been the guest of honor at tax day tea parties rallies against Barack Obama) than he follows it up with this jaw-dropping paragraph.

The hype for Precious indicates a culture-wide willingness to accept particular ethnic stereotypes as a way of maintaining status quo film values. Excellent recent films with black themes—Next Day Air, Cadillac Records, Meet Dave, Norbit, Little Man, Akeelah and the Bee, First Sunday, The Ladykillers, Marci X, Palindromes, Mr. 3000, even back to the great Beloved (also produced by Oprah)—have been ignored by the mainstream media and serious film culture while this carnival of black degradation gets celebrated. It’s a strange combination of liberal guilt and condescension.

That’s right, folks.  White is saying when it comes to making a contribution to cinema and uplifting the race, Precious can’t hold Meet Dave, Little Man and Norbit’s collective jock straps.

I haven’t seen Precious yet, so I can’t offer an opinion whether it deserves the hammering White gives it or it’s a bona fide masterpiece.   However, the ugly way White goes about eviscerating it only makes me more sympathetic, not less, to this unconventional underdog of a movie.

There’s a line between coherent criticism of a failed film and just ripping into as so to draw attention to your review.  White waits until the last paragraph to cross it where he drop kicks lead actress Gabourey Sidibe dubbing her a “hippopotamus.”    That goes beyond harsh.  That is just cruel.

It’s possible White is really drinking the haterade and truly finds Precious to be a totally repugnant movie.  But it’s hard to take seriously his disgust when he hails a piece of excrement like Norbit as an “excellent film.”   How is Eddie Murphy swaddled in layers of latex as an grossly offensive and vulgar bastardization of Black women less offensive than comparing an overweight teenager unfavorably to the third-largest land mammal?

I mean, Norbit?   Seriously?  How can White write a sentence like that with a straight face?

There’s something vaguely admirable about holding a contrary opinion in the face of nearly unanimous praise.   Precious may prove not to live up to its hype.  Great.  White will have the satisfaction of saying he was right when everybody else was wrong.  But his sledgehammer rhetoric and praise for trash come off as a grab for attention.

Armond White is playing a hustle to get some attention for a review that would otherwise go largely unnoticed.  I regret to the extent that I have assisted him in this endeavor.    On the other hand, I’m providing a public service by exposing White’s tirade as the mean-spirited mugging  it  is.

Can you find the "hippopotamus" in this picture?

 
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Posted by on November 6, 2009 in Music. Movies. Media. More.

 

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Getting Away With Murder.

Anthony Sowell, accused serial killer

"I didn't think he was that sick."

Anthony Sowell, 50, apparently murdered at least 11 women. Maybe more. We really won’t know until they stop digging bodies out of the ground of his Cleveland, Ohio home.

Over 14 women have disappeared in Cleveland’s 4th District. Authorities say the corpses may have been in the house or yard of Sewell’s home since 2005, which is around the time he was released from prison after serving a 15-year term for attempted rape.

Then there’s this interesting little nugget:

CLEVELAND, Ohio — Thirty-seven days passed between the time a woman told police Anthony Sowell choked and raped her in his house and when police went to Imperial Avenue to arrest him.

That time gap has raised the question — among the crowds of neighbors gathered outside Sowell’s home, victims’ advocates and at least one city councilman — if more could have been done to track Sowell, whom police charged Tuesday with five counts of aggravated murder for some of the people found dead at his home.

“I’m not going to point fingers but at the end of the day, someone clearly dropped the ball,” Councilman Zack Reed said Tuesday.

Reed wants to hold hearings about how so many warning signs about Sowell — from the foul odor coming from his house to calls to police about him — weren’t acted upon fast enough.

Police said they did all they could to bring Sowell to justice for the Sept. 22 attack, but were hampered by a victim who was difficult to track down and hesitant to meet with detectives.

Mayor Frank Jackson defended the work of the police.

How did Anthony Sowell get away with it for so long?

Maybe it’s because he picked the right type of victim.

Sowell murdered Black women on the margins of society. Hunt them, rape them, kill them. Who cares about them?

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This is the house where nobody lives.

A crowd of around 100 people milled about and chatted near the home Tuesday evening. A short while later, around 50 people joined hands and put their arms around one another in the middle of the street and prayed aloud.

One of those in the crowd, Antoinnette Dudley, 29, lives a few houses away. She said she could smell a terrible odor like something was dead all summer. She said she saw Sowell only a few times, mainly drinking beer while he sat on his porch.

“I didn’t think he was that sick,” she said.

As a registered sex offender, Sowell was required to check in regularly at the sheriff’s office. Officers didn’t have the right to enter his house, but they would stop by to make sure he was there. Their most recent visit was Sept. 22, just hours before the woman reported being raped.

For the past few years, Sowell’s neighbors thought the foul smell enveloping their street corner had been coming from a brick building where workers churned out sausage and head cheese. It got so bad that the owners of Ray’s Sausage replaced their sewer line and grease traps.

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Oh, I’m not bashing the cops, though taking 37 days to investigate after a naked woman falls or jumps out of a known rapist’s house should have set off a few bells. Cops only handle the messy details and tidy up a bit after murders. They don’t prevent a committed serial killer/rapist, so forget all that CSI crap. I’m even going to cut a little slack to the officials who visited Sewell’s home because he was a convicted sex offender.

I’ll throw some of the weight on the neighbors. If both a man and the house he lives in smells like an abattoir, I’m going to call the police, mayor’s office, the EPA, and everybody except the dog catcher as much as I have to until someone gets off their ass and does something.

If we haven’t learned anything from this prick and the Phillip Garrido case it’s that you can’t unleash these dogs upon society and not expect them to bite.

The system has failed.

It comes down to the unpleasant truth that some don’t lives matter as much than others. Kill the right kind of victim and you can get away with murder for a long time.

 
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Posted by on November 5, 2009 in News & Views

 

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No Grace Under Pressure

Former Haliburton contractor Jaime Lee Jones

Jaime Lee Jones says she was raped by Haliburton contractors. 30 Republican senators don't think that's a problem.

You may not be familair with the controversy over The Franken Amendement. Sen. Franken’s amendment to the 2009 Defense Appropriations Bill would close a legal loophole where defense contractors such as Haliburton can force employees to sign contracts waiving their right to a civil trial against other employees that rape or sexually assault them.

Sen. Franken’s amendment stems from the case of Jaime Leigh Jones,  who as a 19-year-old contractor working for KBR in Iraq, a subsidiary of Haliburton, alleges she was drugged, gang raped and locked in a storage container by several other contractors.   Her Wikipedia listing details the assault:

According to Jones, on July 28, 2005, several of her fellow KBR employees offered her a drink containing a date rape drug, of which she took two sips. The men then allegedly engaged in unprotected anal and vaginal gang rape upon her while she was unconscious. She was able to name one of her attackers based on his confession to her, but was unable to identify the others due to her unconsciousness. Further, the lawsuit filed by Jones’ attorneys cites the following: “When she awoke the next morning still affected by the drug, she found her body naked and severely bruised, with lacerations to her vagina and anus, blood running down her leg, her breast implants ruptured, and her pectoral muscles torn – which would later require reconstructive surgery. Upon walking to the rest room, she passed out again.” Jones’ account was confirmed by U.S. Army physician Jodi Schultz. Schultz gave the rape kit she used to gather evidence from Jones to KBR/Haliburton security forces, after which the rape kit disappeared. It was recovered two years later, but missing crucial photographs and notes.

When Jones returned home she learned the contract she had signed with KBR waived her right to file civil charges against her assailants.

30 Republican Senators–all male–opposed Franken’s amendment.

One of them, Sen David Vitter (R-La), a guy who enjoyed getting his freak on with hookers while he wore diapers, had an encounter at a town meeting with a woman who says she was raped.

Decide for yourself if the Senator handled the moment with grace under pressure:

Sen. Vitter claims both The White House and Pentagon also opposed The Franken Amendment to the Defense Appropriations Bill.

“We support the intent of the amendment, and we’re working with the conferees to make sure that it is enforceable,” a White House spokesperson said.

 
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Posted by on November 2, 2009 in News & Views

 

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Has porn made rape a spectator sport?

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Gang rape is not fashionable.

Whenever Halloween comes around its a stock news story to come up with favorite horror movies.   Not everyone enjoys a good scare, but those who do usually cite films like Psycho,  The Exorcist,  A Nightmare On Elm Street and of course, Halloween.

Worthy candidates one and all, but I find real life far scarier than anything Hollywood cranks out.

The story coming out of Richmond, California of the gang rape of a 15-year-old-girl outside of a high school homecoming dance is far more terrifying than Freddy, Jason or Michael Meyers.    The sexual assault itself  is disturbing enough.  What blasts this case into the stratosphere is the shocking additional detail that as many as 20 people were involved in or witnessed the rape without calling 911 or making any attempt to stop it. 

Rather than join the reative hand-wringing about what happened to our morality and making comparisons to the Kitty Genovese case, I think it might be approrpriate to look in another direction.  Maybe it’s men who need to look at ourselves and what our insatiable appetite for pornography does in contributing to a culture where rape becomes a spectator sport. 

Porn was never innocent, but it’s become increasingly hardened and jaded.

Taking a stroll through the adult DVD section of my friendly, neighborhood video store and there is an abundance of “gang bang” videos where multiple men double team, triple team and more one woman. Virtually every orifice is penetrated and without fail the woman is portrayed as loving it as the men use her as a two-legged wank rag.

It got so ridiculous that the gangbang genre began to go for “world records”. There’s nothing “regular” about sex with 300 men at a time.

The World's Biggest Gangbang DVD

There's gonzo and there's porn. Then there's gonzo porn.

How much porn depicts women dressed up as schoolgirls, cheerleaders and otherwise younger than they are? What’s that about? Well, actually we know what it’s about. It’s sweet young things vs. dirty old men, but the odd are tilted in the favor of the dirty old man.

Porn is great for guys when they want to see other people doing what they’d like to be doing, but it’s important to remember ALL pornography is an illusion and there’s an awful lot of people damaged by it and no one gets damaged more than many of the women involved in it.  Author Chris Hedges looked in hs book From Empire of Illuion: The End of Literacy and the Triumph of Spectacle pulled back the curtain of mainstream acceptance pornography has enjoyed to find its ugly downside and the toil it takes on women to be lurking just out of sight:

The porn films are not about sex. Sex is airbrushed and digitally washed out of the films. There is no acting because none of the women are permitted to have what amounts to a personality.

The one emotion they are allowed to display is an unquenchable desire to satisfy men, especially if that desire involves the women’s physical and emotional degradation. The lighting in the films is harsh and clinical. Pubic hair is shaved off to give the women the look of young girls or rubber dolls. Porn, which advertises itself as sex, is a bizarre, bleached pantomime of sex. The acts onscreen are beyond human endurance. The scenarios are absurd. The manicured and groomed bodies, the huge artificial breasts, the pouting, oversized lips, the erections that never go down, and the sculpted bodies are unreal. Makeup and production mask blemishes. There are no beads of sweat, no wrinkle lines, no human imperfections. Sex is reduced to a narrow spectrum of sterilized dimensions. It does not include the dank smell of human bodies, the thump of a pulse, taste, breath — or tenderness. Those in the films are puppets, packaged female commodities. They have no honest emotions, are devoid of authentic human beauty and resemble plastic. Pornography does not promote sex, if one defines sex as a shared act between two partners. It promotes masturbation. It promotes the solitary auto-arousal that precludes intimacy and love. Pornography is about getting yourself off at someone else’s expense.

“The Illusion of Love”

I’m not blaming pornography for what happened to this poor girl. That would be too easy and simplistic an answer without knowing more and porn is a easy whipping boy to blame. But young people are expolsed to sexual stimuli at younger and younger ages and it’s not always in a healthy, wholesome or realistic way. Nobody admits to liking it, but millions do. Within limits, that’s fine, but some people have problems with setting limits. They lose sight of what porn does to them and have no clue as to what it does to the participants.

Feminist writer Robin Morgan said in 1980, “Pornography is the theory; rape is the practice.”   My wife and I would view porn movies when we were dating in the Eighties.  Even then, there were genres of porn we gave a wide berth to  because they were a little too rough and not remotely romantic or  a turn on to us.    Our porn flick days are long over, but if she were to suggest I pick up a hot DVD to watch after the kids were safely in bed, I’d be hard pressed to find anything that wasn’t the kind of crap we avoided back in the day.

anti-pornography activist Shelley Luebben

Former porn actress Shelley Lubben now leads others out of it.

Shelley Lubben,  who is prominently mentioned in Hedges’ essa,  is a former porn starlet who quit the biz, got religion and now helps other porn stars get out of the business through her Pink Cross Foundation. Lubben isn’t remotely sentimential about her experiences in pornography.

Lubben describes the scene of a hardcore porn film as devoid of intimacy, and describes it as “all mechanical and beastly”. She further writes that “women are vomiting off the set, and most of the actors are doing drugs and alcohol.”She has experienced and testifies to the fact that the sex acts that girls “have to do” on the porn sets are physically harmful (including anal and uterus hemorrhaging) and psychologically traumatizing.

Nothing says “romance” like having to clean off the stinking body fluids of total strangers with a half-empty box of baby wipes or a crusty old towel.

When women aren’t viewed as fully human it’s easy to consider them  as sport. They become objects to be possessed, enjoyed for a time, discarded and occasionally destroyed, when they can no longer provide gratification. Porn desensitizes both its participants and consumers over time. The crime in Richmond was the act of violence directed toward this girl who simply wanted to have a good time at a high school dance. The shame lies with those poor excuses for humanity who laughed, cheered or stood by meek, stupid and useless.

Most of us can only shake our heads in total disbelief and disgust over how young men can degrade a woman in such a way and how other people can stand around like cows grazing in a field and not do anything. I’m afraid we’ve made it easy. Rape, whether it’s used by thugs on a street in America or the Jangaweed in Darfur, is the ultimate weapon men use to degrade, demean and destroy women.

I was always uncomfortable reading the writings of self-described radical feminists such as the late Andrea Dworkin because she was unsparing and withering in her critiques of how pornography and rape are two sides of the same coin. I would suspect were Ms. Dworkin still alive she would not be at all surprised by this incident. If anything she would only be surprised anyone is surprised.

…pornography is the orchestrated destruction of women’s bodies and souls; rape, battery, incest, and prostitution animate it; dehumanization and sadism characterize it; it is war on women, serial assaults on dignity, identity, and human worth; it is tyranny. Each woman who has survived knows from the experience of her own life that pornography is captivity–the woman trapped in the picture used on the woman trapped wherever he’s got her.

The vermin who raped and assaulted the woman in Richmond are not monsters from another planet. They’re just ordinary males who may have grown up exposed to a lifetime of  junk food movies where women are trussed up like turkeys and slaughtered such as Hostel II where a screaming, crying girl is stripped naked, bound and suspended from the ceiling while she is sliced open with a blade as a woman bathes in her blood or the excrescense that are the endless Saw films.

Hostel II

Film depictions of torture and death don't cause rape, but do they make rape more acceptable?

Rape has nothing to do with sex except that the penis is wielded as the blunt instrument of assault. Men have always taken women by means of violence. Sexually explicit material, torture porn films, and misogynistic music videos only aid in the general numbing of human souls. They don’t cause rape, but do they make raping a woman less of a horror than it is?

It’s a question that won’t be answered by trials and convictions in the Richmond rape trials to come.    It still bears being asked.

 
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Posted by on November 1, 2009 in Rantology

 

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