Mutilated by her husband

oh. my. God.
(Don’t click that link if you have a weak stomach.)

“Holding her captive, Iqbal accused Parveen of having an affair. Parveen insisted that she had never been unfaithful to him, but Iqbal didn’t listen. Instead, he gagged her, bound her feet and hands and hung her upside down from the ceiling. As he beat her with a wooden ax handle, blood began to drip from her arms and legs….”

“Then Iqbal, a barber by profession, traded his ax for a razor. He cut off the lower lobes of her ears, then sliced her nose at the base. ‘He next used a metal rod to poke out my eyes,’ she continues, ‘and then put his finger inside each socket to make sure nothing was left.’… “

She had her eyes gouged out, the base of her nose and her earlobes cut off… all because her husband accused her of having an affair, to which he did he never provided a shred of evidence.

It’s called “Honor Killings” or “Honor Violence”. An all too common practice in places like Pakistan. It mainly goes unreported, and the offenders are rarely punished.

In the case of what Mehmood Iqbal did to his wife, he was given 14 years… which is considered a “life sentence”. Amnesty International was surprised he was even convicted.

“Though Parveen [the wife who was mutilated] rarely ventured outside, when she did, she often overheard people wondering aloud what she had done to deserve the way she looked.”

As always, it’s “what did the victim do to deserve this”… right?
Somebody tell me what century are we living in again?
(Via Rachel Lucas)

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I usually keep my eyes out for stuff like that. A lot of these programs are really good (Instead of paying a fortune for 3D Studio Max, I made my CyberPal Doll using Anim8or… a FREE program.)

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P.S. My apologies to all the hatemail writers about the new popup ads. It was just an experiment, guys… chill out.

First Aid for Mace Attacks

I’m reading this off a can of mace.
This is serious stuff.

First Aid: Remove subject from contaminated area and position subject in an area of fresh air. Verbally reassure subject and continue to monitor subject throughout the decontamination process…”

*puzzled*

What kind of passive/agressive bullshit is this???!!???
“Verbally reassure” him of what…? Though he’s a thug that tried to mug/rape/muder you, he’s probably a good person deep inside?

One can only assume that “subject” just got sprayed with mace for a relatively good reason. So grab a crayon, and write this over your mace instuctions:

First Aid: While subject is covering his eyes and screaming like a little sissy bitch, repeatedly kick subject in the nuts. Should subject remove his hands from his eyes, discharge more mace. Repeat until subject’s eyes are bleeding, melted out of it’s orbital sockets, or until can is finally empty; whichever occurs last. Leave for dead.”

I mean, really.

Elevator Conversations II

(MORE Honest to goodness conversations overheard in elevators)

Guy One: “I am so fucking BROKE!”

Guy Two: “Tell me about it, I’m wondering if I should sell my liver on ebay or on the black market! Which one do you think will get me more money?”

Guy One: “What does it matter? You’ll be dead.”

Guy Two: “Bullshit, dude….! People donate a kidney, and live off the other one all the time!”

Guy One: “But you only got *ONE* liver.”

Guy Two: “I do?”

*silence*

Guy Two: (Both getting off the elevator) “SHIT!!! I better call the doctor and cancel the surgery then.”

Swingin' 60's Part I: Keep off the Batboat!

batboat_tn.jpgI know, I know… it said: “Please keep off, signed, Batman“.

Did that little fat kid listen?
Noooooooooooooo…..

Actually that was at a boat show in Upstate N.Y., circa 1968. I’m the little fat kid. I got to ride on the Batboat from the “Batman” tv series… and even got a certificate (I think still have it. If I find it, I’ll scan it.) That I am a certified charter member of The Batboat Club: Stamping out Crime on the 7 Seas.

I don’t remember much, I was only three… but I do remember when that old geezer let me sit in it, those plastic seats were hot as hell!

How did Burt Ward *not* fry his little balls with those skimpy tights is a wonder to me!

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