"I don't got no worms! I'm drinking for two!" Pregnant and wasted and she's in jail right next to me.

Top of the morning gents,

Did I ever tell you boys that I fucking hate cops?

Despite working with you all, them fuckers always ruin a good thing.

I'm pretty competent at logistical illumination, botany genetics and growing a dern good strain of Cully bud. You know, the ghost bud that's strong enough to kill small children.

"Careful dude, it'll hurt ye, cousin hack-hack dude." (George, Cully, Marto or Denz).

I've also got way high degrees in cooking very, very quick chop-chop. My swimming references to our Hitler Youth in Snohomish County, Washington were synonymous with cooked brain cells soaked in speed. Or bubble gum cocaine. Take yer pick Scooter.

Which is what I always figured I'd get popped for: growing weed, choko cocaine Edmondo or homemade stovetop brand amphetamines. Bun always pegged me getting busted for dumping ak-aks on gooks, slopes and dinks with felonies.

Nup. Recently, I got a visit from the North Slope bacon bits and handed a search warrant for my computer thus fucking nicked me for cyber crimes.

Can you believe this shit? Cyber crimes! NOT dirty guns, cat piss meth and hot stadium lamps nor the hunnert varietal cuttings of SUPER friendly marijuana.

Here in Barrow I live in an upside down anti-clockwise world, that's fer sure. Fuck all. I piss off a few nigerian ice tards by draining their accounts, and a cop takes the computer in the living room. Fuck!

Here's the weirdest part. Dude man cop grabs the computer, shakes my hand and books. No drug dog, no search of my back rooms. No comments about the ion and ozone machines, industrial air handler, nor the small forest of apple and orange trees bun got crowding the fucking living room.

Dudes, I'm truly stunned and amazed. And my front yard is covered with a nice layer of potting soil that will make a drug dog shit green loafs and flip lesbian.

Don't get me wrong, I totally sterilized the hacienda. I also dumped all vulnerable cabbage dineros leaving just my Wells Fargo checking account with minimal bucks in it. Leftover unenjoyment shecklage.

I long ago got rid of my junk and bootleg guns but I forgot to toss the crystallized frosty old coffee makers under the sink. No shit, instead of Mr. Coffee brand coffee makers, we ought to call 'em Mr. Bathtub Crank Makers.

Hoohoo I'm funny. GCI been very very good to me.

So here I am chatting with you all with a antique system I cobbled together from a machine I used to manage water, lights, fans, ozone/ion machines and the Van/EE Norsk air handlers for two grow rooms: one 18/6 and one 12/12.

Imagine typing on a damp skunk soaked and rusty computer. Just using this grow room regulator computer system makes me feel baked dudes. If you read my shit too fast you might freeze up yer machine.

Ya see, plants listen to you through your light system. With 18 hours of light and 6 hours of dark ye grow stemmage and leafage. With 12 hours of light and 12 hours of dark ye grow blooms, blossoms and flowers. For you AK retards, buds.

Aside from the murders of our most feared great-fathers, imagine the felonies we've committed. Not just this year, but over our lifetimes.
Fuck! So much damage, so little time.

Must've been before the stroke. Or Kotzebue. Or prison. Those parts I remember. Just google our names, shit yer pants. I won't think or even remember some of the shit that sent ya'll to jail or hospital.

When bounty hunters, Troopers or old age, arrives you likely won't hear the bullet that has your name written all over it.

You boys be good, crime pays. So does cop werk.

Rumplestiltzskin Nigloo-Me

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Washinton and Alaska drug users hospitalized after exposure to deworming medication in cocaine, crack.

By Lindsay Toler Seattle Times staff reporter

At least three local drug users were hospitalized this week with life-threatening illnesses after they were exposed to an animal-deworming medication used to dilute cocaine and crack.

One user required extensive surgery and another racked up more than $100,000 in medical bills, according to Public Health — Seattle & King County.

The department Thursday issued an alert aimed at drug-treatment facilities and users to warn about risks associated with the animal drug, called levamisole, which can wipe out white blood cells in humans.

Levamisole is an odorless, tasteless white powder that closely resembles cocaine. "You can't tell if the cocaine or crack is contaminated with levamisole by looking at it," said David Fleming, director of the public-health department. "Don't take a chance and risk your life."

Cocaine users who have consumed levamisole might exhibit serious health symptoms, such as high fever, chills, swollen glands and painful sores on the mouth and anus.

"The contaminant is creating an illness" that resembles rapidly progressive infections, said Bob Wood, AIDS-control officer with Public Health. "But this is not a condition that needs to result in death."

Users exhibiting symptoms should seek treatment at a hospital immediately, he said.

Medical staff at several local drug-treatment facilities said Thursday they had not yet heard about any levamisole cases but were no more concerned than they were about cocaine and crack use in general.

Over the past two years, similar cases have been reported in New Mexico, Pennsylvania and Great Britain, Wood said. The provinces of British Columbia and Alberta in Canada have seen nearly 40 cases — including one death — in the past few months, according to Ottawa Public Health.

Experts believe the levamisole is added in cocaine-producing countries, such as Colombia.

"I have no idea why they're adding it," said Wood, who also said the Drug Enforcement Administration has reported its use in drug-cutting over the past three or four years.

Properties of the drug have been "obscurely reported" in medical literature, Wood said, and its devastating effect on human white blood cells was only discovered last fall.

Experts are unsure why some cocaine and crack users exhibit extreme illness while others don't.

Nearly 200 people died from cocaine-related causes in King County in 2006 and 2007, according to Public Health's most current statistics.

"It's a good time to remind people that cocaine is a dangerous drug," said Wood. "Now, it's dangerous for another reason."

For more information, call the Alcohol and Drug Help Line at 206-722-3700.

Lindsay Toler: 206-464-2463 or ltoler@seattletimes.com


Copyright © 2009 The Seattle Times Company

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You won't die in vain. Rest of us will see to that. God I need a smoke.

Top of the morning gents,

I'm stunned and amazed.

On an anti-tobacco poster at my village clinic they declared nicotine to be THE gateway drug that leads to better drugs like "weed, whites and wine" (Little Feat). What the fuck over?

Fuck it. I think I'll have another smoke. I been blaming Nebraska No-High and North Dakota Ditch Weed as the primary gateway cause of my extensive resume poisonous. And tasty.

Nup. It's that delicious brown rag tobacco that led us off the beaten path here to abuse Alaskan drugs neegroid and mexican. My bong is spic and span, um, pardon that racist anti-latino expression. I smoked all my resin, now I'm doing the Edmonds Boogie: smokin' male pods dudes.

Fuck dudes, I sure miss my cigarettes. Could use a fat grawler too. Yowza.

All my ranting and raving to get my wife to quit smoking busted my balls and scarred my cranium. To make matters worse I initiated stiff smoking policies that pissed off EVERYBODY. Especially native cunt smokers like Skeeter Jepson. That elephant uchuk scowled at me with much-ness uterus. Arlene Zagars and Lulu huffed and puffed blowing foamy bubbles out both sides of their taint and Ramona and Jack almost stormed out the party.

Oh, and Trudy just kept shooting ping pong balls at me.

I repeat: Tobacco junkies are such cunts. Shirley O'Niel coughed and sputtered, pissed and moaned, then looked at me angry and stepped out. In gale force windchills forty frozen balls below groin-warmth she dutifully held her wig tight and choked down a soggy hot box Marb.

Fuck you bitch, don't smoke anywhere near my goddamned kids: they're aborigines and monkey nugger see, monkey nugger do.

As heretofore indicated, I rather enjoy ragging on primitive humans engaging in the delicious abuse of tobacco and alcohol. It's a grave new world fer tall alcoholics like me, short ones like you too.

Look at me: addicted niggers are basically addicted to their own selfishness. The first step to sobriety is the realization that the universe don't revolve around my fucking vagina.

Figure that? Like my pie hole, I gotta quit shoving everything I see past my cervix.

Adiiga, whoring and snoring, merry welfare and happy foodstamps, our children will behave exactly like us. God save their poor souls. Alas. We will all expire in the identical manner as our parents.

Sgt. Waller will die in his boots ducking bullets, thrashing his monkey children or stressing Noatak moronisms in some shit ass village airport. Squish may likely die laughing underneath a very large woman. Or truck.

Heart attacks are sweet. And really fucking quick. One reader code named Kudra already has a brain shrunken to half his youth evolving from 3 pounds towards a 1 pound universe.

Our dude Agent Octuck will croak right beside Marto International without a liver nor children. Just down the hall from me, you'll find a string of dying cops all hooked up to an airplane sized blood scrubber.

Wake up fucks: boozing, smoking and scrawging sick pussy is not an old man's vice. Us old dudes will invariably be busy tending after our native wives running 'round collecting rotting pieces and foul smelling parts along the forgetful roadway to Dementiaville.

I'll deteriorate onward losing my best parts and pieces whilst blind and pissing out of a shredded stump of truncated meat. Yup. Sugar in the blood slices and dices better'n a Ronco Gook Saw and if you lift the veil of Reaper Dude you'll see a syringe filled with insulin and air bubbles.

Despite eating the blandest of grubbage and walking my fucking dick off, my A1C has crept back above 7, so fuck it: I'm marching back to the Rec Center to throw chronic weights around cuz growing old ain't fer pussies.

Me and my dad, and my best bro Tokyo will be missing all you darker white people way upstairs in Valhalla. Heaven is the last bastion of ethnocentrism fer tall alcoholics. Mine don't even allow little sober people let alone monkey fuckers with badges.

God bless us all. Our tombstones will detail specific organ failure with inevitable outcomes: Death. Fucking life is terminal and 'nobody gets outa here alive' (J. Morrison-Doors).

Reviewing all our blessed padres, most you bastards will turn blue and start cooling right after third watch. Pick yer poison then pick which organ. Pancreas, liver, heart or digestion: all looking grim at present.

Our lung opacity due to tars and resins ain't funny. Just wait until some punk ass niff scrapes my gob hole and smokes that sludge. Dead. Fucking dead. Char bong resin that kills brain cells, small children and smelly minority white folks in the bush.

Yer wives will seem unaffected. Old native bitches can talk fer fucking hours about all their dead husbands and related rapists of OUR kids. Yada Yada ahkaa bitch. Child porno is comedy fer yer ugly nugger wives at the Kotzebue Senior Center.

Oh sure. We think we're special and think we'll die a really old corpse but looking fine with our drink on, our smoke on and our dick hard. Try again dildo.

They no longer make porno movies starring fat fucks and wheeze bags that've shit out children. That was back in the 70's when skinny people only dreamed of horning on yard wide vulva and gumby sized grandma biscuits and gravy.

I can't force y'all to live healthier and quit the same vices I fucking chow daily but those of us that still drink, smoke, chew, toke and stress about stupid Alaskan family rape issues know my words are iron.

I can't walk past a tavern or bar in Nome, Fairbanks nor Moscow. I also can't walk past a cannibis coffee shop in downtown Helsinki nor Tallin. So I won't tell any of you blessed coppers and soldiers to cease smoking fine, drinking a'plenty nor breaking all the fine china bones inside FAS retard pre-adolescent pussy.

I'm just commenting with great speculation how we will all pass on.

I might be wrong. But I doubt it.

Man up niggers. Higbitch died years ago and is merely haunting us healthy mortals trying in vain to get our attention and not appear so inneffectual. Nush will croak on top of a cross-eyed native woman he's related to and Eunice will survive us all publishing insulting memoirs of all us fuck ass stinky brown bitch humpers disdainful. Eunice was polite when he was younger. Guess again, now his adult prose are powerfully strident and embarrassingly honest. His stories and tales should rightfully paint us all as a bunch of retarded goat fuckers.

I'm gonna roll up a fatty: coffee and bong hits dudes while I prep a funeral for yer author on drugs and all his cop buddies. Knowing we will die and soon makes us the luckiest fuckers alive. Ye can't fix stupid and I wouldn't trade you graying gunslingers for the world.

Smoke 'em if ye got 'em. The world will be far less beautiful without you graying gunslingers in it.

Have a drink on me.


Karl.

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Secondhand smoke may double likelihood of depression

By Marilyn Elias, USA TODAY

Secondhand smoke not only can irritate your lungs, it also apparently can blacken your mood as well, a large study reports today.

Non-smokers exposed to cigarette smoke at home or work are more than twice as likely as those not exposed to have major depression, according to a report at the American Psychosomatic Society meeting in Chicago.

It's believed to be the first U.S. study tying secondhand smoke to depression; another in Japan came up with a similar conclusion.

Unlike the Japanese research, this study confirmed exposure to smoke by measuring cotinine — a chemical that occurs in blood after breathing in smoke. There were cotinine levels for more than 3,000 non-smoking adults in a federal health study. An additional 92,000 non-smokers only reported if they lived with or worked around smokers. Everyone also filled out questionnaires on symptoms of depression.

Whether secondhand smoke was verified by the blood, those exposed to smoke were far more likely to have symptoms of serious depression, says study leader Frank Bandiera, a public health researcher at the University of Miami School of Medicine. Even working where smoking was allowed in public places more than doubled the risk of depression, he says.

There's strong evidence that smokers have higher rates of depression than non-smokers, but studies conflict on whether the smoking came first or vice versa, Bandiera says. Animal and human studies do show that smokers have more dopamine in their brains, which he says has been tied to anxiety and depression. So secondhand smoke might have the same effect on non-smokers.

Secondhand smoke also has been found to raise the risk for heart disease and lung cancer. Another new study not reported at the meeting found that inhaling other people's cigarette smoke could increase the risk of memory problems and dementia after age 50, say researchers at the University of Cambridge. Their research was published last month in the British Medical Journal.

BETTER LIFE: Secondhand smoke may increase risk of cognitive impairment 44%

About 4 out of 10 U.S. adults are covered by state or local laws against smoking in bars, restaurants and workplaces; 7 out of 10 are protected in at least one of these arenas, says Patrick Reynolds, president of the Foundation for a Smokefree America, an advocacy group.

Concern about health effects is accelerating, he adds. "There's been a tidal wave of state laws against smoking in bars and restaurants just in the last six years." Twenty-four states don't allow such smoking; 22 have passed their laws since 2003, he says.

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Smokers' Homes More Likely to House Hungry Kids

By Ed Edelson HealthDay Reporter

(HealthDay News) -- Children who live with adult smokers are more likely to be underfed and undernourished, a new study finds.

The same is true for adult members of smoking households, but children feel the impact the most, said study author Dr. Michael Weitzman, chairman of pediatrics at New York University School of Medicine.

"We know that there are long-term consequences of food insecurity for children. They are more likely to do poorly in school, to have iron deficiency and anemia, and to have behavioral and social problems," Weitzman said.

"Food insecurity" is a concept that was developed by the U.S. Department of Agriculture in the 1990s to study malnutrition in developed countries such as the United States. "It is a standardized scale measuring how many times a household cannot give children the food they want, how many meals they skip, how often they go to bed hungry," Weitzman said.

Looking at data on 8,817 households gathered in national surveys by the U.S. Centers for Disease Control and Prevention, Weitzman and his colleagues found that 15 percent of adults and 11 percent of children reported food insecurity within the past year, with 6 percent of adults and 1 percent of children experiencing severe food insecurity. This meant they went to bed hungry, because there wasn't enough food in the house.

The study found that 23 percent of households with children had at least one smoker, with the incidence higher -- 32 percent -- in low-income households. In those households with a smoker, 17 percent of children were food insecure, compared to 8.7 percent of those children in nonsmoking households. Severe food insecurity was reported for 3.2 percent of children in smoking households, compared to 0.9 percent of those living in households with no smokers.

Because families with at least one smoker spend an estimated 2 percent to 20 percent of their income on tobacco, it's quite likely that smokers' habits drain the money needed to provide adequate food, according to background information with the study.

Parents feel the food pinch themselves, Weitzman said. "They cut back on feeding themselves before they cut back on the children's food," he said. "And parents tend to feed the youngest children better."

The findings were published in the November issue of theArchives of Pediatric & Adolescent Medicine.

The problem is likely to grow worse, given the current condition of the economy, Weitzman said. "If the economic downturn persists, both food insecurity and adults smoking are likely to increase," he said, because smoking "is one of the hardest addictions to give up."

One sure way to reduce smoking -- raising the taxes on cigarettes -- has its own dangers, because it's likely to cut even more into the family food budget, Weitzman said.

Two other strategies should be considered, said John F. Banzhaf III, executive director and chief counsel of Action on Smoking and Health, a Washington, D.C.-based advocacy organization.

"The first would be to persuade or even require physicians to report, as the law already requires in suspected child abuse, instances where parents smoke at home in the presence of children, especially children who already have asthma, sinusitis or other conditions which make them especially sensitive and susceptible," Banzhaf said.

A more aggressive tactic would be to take steps against doctors who do not warn people about the dangers of smoking or provide effective smoking cessation treatment, he said. "One journal article has even gone so far as to suggest that the best, and perhaps the only, way to motivate most of them would be to begin bringing malpractice actions where medical problems results," he added.

I've been sleepless in Seattle, but never homeless. I'm so Washington.

Top of the morning gents,

Since we's nothing but homo-sapien motherfuckers, it's pert near impossible to possess nor exercise any objectivity discussing pussy.

Yup. I said it. Pussy.

Must be a fucking million different configurations, shapes, designs and sizes in the world's vaginal populations. Now add this notion: a girl's cooter actually changes in appearance. Whilst under tremendous stress.

We all spent our whole life swimming fer Edmonds Hitler Youth swim teams. We seen tiny red twin ear shaped vaginas and even evil dried looking wild kingdom showering vaginals.

Way back when I was 8 or 9 years old, I seen the world's largest vagina on a girl a few years older'n me. No shit, that big mounded hair lip and monster clef palate was one giant hatchery and XXXL fur lined catchers mitt. Chick was born fer porn, her four finger salmon cruncher was bigger'n yer ex-wives.

Dudes, kid got mammoth uch.

Swimming at the YMCA we watched old ladies shower too, but that scared us. Old age and babies makes monsters I wish I never spied. Kinda like our naked mothers-in-law, serious roach infested grilled cheese action fer snacking. Centuries separate tasty trim from wretched and horrible. Be real scared.

Another point ummm, how shall I say: the complex airborne volatility agaynst me olfactory detectors of aromatic cooter based particles. Whiff, sniff, quaff, gack, skank. I'm referring to the incredible uniqueness yet multitudinous pussy odors that both gag my nose and eyes and mouth water.

I seent and snift some doozies too. I seen swollen downward pointed 'gook-eye' and fat lippy wounds that never heal. I even seen a pussy spasm and clench like a punched blinking eye. If suck hard enough, ye can cave in a girls head then snap the vacuum hydro shok. Fucking kills 'em.

We seen alien expanding snatcher biscuit and even seen sea anenomae looking wave fluctations pelvic, that is, if ye bastards ever licked blond pussy in sauna.

Enough chatter about pussy. Hearing so much about the world's plethora of dicks and cocks, we are now free to dissect the other half: cunts. Bitches don't think that it's fair to pick scabs and sniff pussy whilst poking fun at our dicks. Even Steven nigger uch. Opra and Tyra cackle at penis jokes like old Eskimo nuggers, so fuck it: I'm cackling evil at cunts, clootches, stink pots and rot wafters.

Life IS fair though. Old age (35 and up) dries pussy and softens yer dicks from 40 and up. We're all living proof that Time is always first in line fer fucking congenital diseases and age related risk factors.

Risk factors for fucking dying on yer feet and in uniform with Viagra in yer system and stale silk on yer dicks. Silk is available in the vagina section at AC and soothes dry cracked lips, heals wind burns and softens labia cement discharge.

Environmental, dietary, lifestyle are risk factors. So is career choice, but they're all way in the back of the line behind age and time.

Us fuckers are so old. Which one of us shooters croaks next eh bart?

I'll keep Commander Craig in crime novels, spy thrillers, surplus espionage equipment and lost revolvers. I'll jingle the Chief with updates and sit-reps on my narc jobs, you coppers keep an eye on each other.

Someone will be watching over all us rogue bastards off the rez and God willing all of us shall stay far away from the Washington: the only fuckhole sicker'n Alaska.

Read this article and you'll figure me out.

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Man charged with rape of homeless women

A 51-year-old man who is alleged to have violently raped two homeless women and beaten one of them senseless was charged Friday with rape and attempted rape.

By Christine Clarridge Seattle Times staff reporter

A 51-year-old man who is alleged to have violently raped two homeless women and beaten one of them senseless was charged Friday with rape and attempted rape.

Reginald Karl Breaux, who has no known local address and goes by the name "Tex," is being held on $500,000 bail in King County Jail.

According to Seattle police and King County prosecutors, Breaux attacked the first woman on June 8 while she was panhandling near Airport Way South and South Spokane Street.

Breaux allegedly told the victim he had no place to stay and she offered to lend him a spare tent and sleeping bag, according to charging documents filed in King County Superior Court.

On the way to her campsite, police and prosecutors say, Breaux slammed the woman to the ground and sexually assaulted her.

The victim told police Breaux bit her during the attack and she feared for her life.

A second woman was attacked by Breaux two days later, charging documents say, near the intersection of Third Avenue South and South Hanford Street.

The attack was interrupted, court documents say, by a man who drove by and saw in his rearview mirror a man he later identified as Breaux hitting a woman repeatedly in the face and head.

The witness turned his car around and confronted Breaux, according to court documents.

The witness told police the woman said "please help me" to him after Breaux fled, but medics found her unresponsive when they arrived, police said.

According to charging documents, DNA taken from the first victim was matched to Breaux and the witness to the second attack was able to identify him from a photo montage.

Breaux, who has a criminal history that includes robbery, burglary and domestic-violence assault, is scheduled to be arraigned Jan. 29.

Christine Clarridge: 206-464-8983 or cclarridge@seattletimes.com

Originally published Saturday, January 17, 2009 at 12:00 AM

Copyright © 2009 The Seattle Times Company

My beloved smokers, drinkers and chewers. Visit yer dentist this decade.

Yo dudes,

Guess what? I'm breaking my shackles of village poverty by going ghetto mod. I'm fucking going to the dentist. Again.

Yup. For the FOURTH time this month too. Fuck!

I'm getting the white man treatments: 40 year cleaning and 1,000 mile tune-up, plus paying serious dinero to have ALL my silver fillings replaced with pearly white bondo. My metal shite is now all beauty pageant and movie star gorgeous. I look simply marvelous.

All ye fuckoffs have decent dental insurance at the most and BIA scab mouth insurance at the least, so go to the dentist.

Men are so kewl. To a point: when we gotta sit and wait, read faggot fashion magazines and listen to the squealing air valves, passive turbines and intense tooth abrasion sound effects in a dentist office. Shit tightens my bottom and penis quicker'n a boot to the groin.

I ain't a pussy. At least MOST of the time.

Dentists, needles, shocks and drownings scare my shit pert near every time.

I'm totally kewl at the chiropractor, the massage therapist, any village native clinic, remote prison book-in and even sitting in court lying under oath. But, I puss out walking upon property shingled DDS. I can smell yer green shit all the way up here in Barrow, so even you graying gunslingers seem perty dern scared shitless just thinking about oral hygiene and dental health.

What makes matter so much worse?

We all smoke, drink and chew goddamn tobacco. And pot.

Data supports correllary notions linking rotten gob holes and nasty butt breath with heart failure, pancreatic atrophy and catastrophic immune deficiencies. In other words, heart attacks, diabetes and a cunt face only AIDS bitches could love.

I smelt all yer breaths. In the squadroom, central dispatch and over drinks weighing up coke. I could smell Mashburn's breath whilst cutting down a hanger. He likely smelt mine too: over a dead body. Our pie holes guarantee stereotypical humor that us niggers never die, we just smell that way.

After a cigarette and coffee our breath smells identical to the squadroom toilet after Captain Wallace grunts birth to 11 pound Selawik-mute loafs.

New idea, novel concept. *This year: y'all go to the dentist and get the complete $1,000 crust scrape and cranial stinkhole cleanout and polish. I did.

Let yer insurance cover the scabs, but drop some big dick dinero for all the rest. Co-pay and deductibles ain't fer niggers, just us Nazi natives and frost bit motherfuckers.

My mouth is now so sweet, women all over the reservation are sticking their tongues in my mouth.

Their lips too.


Karluk.

2009 brings good cheer and bad motherfuckers. Fuck all, God loves ye.

Top of the morning gents,

Hope you all paid yer respects and visited yer dead souls, descendants and croak bitches. Tis the season assholes. Get fucked up, visit tombstones.

Then piss on 'em.

No shit, no kidding. Halloween Death ritualistic alcoholism and the Noel cryogenic drinking season is so kewl. It's my period, I'm gonna cry if I want to. Or flick dead blood in yer face.

Point of fact, my menstruation can be concealed within hangovers and ill temper mistaken for genetic crankiness. Finns rag, Finns drink. Figure that?

Okay, any ragged point in time when I'm bleeding like a stuck pig or cut cop and judging by the size of our turds, a gook gotta think we use thick padded paint rollers fer fucking tampons.

Periodistic sadism me fellow Suomens. Fuck all. Male brutality and menstruation are a bit pagan and we have only one race of shit heads to blame.

Yer white nigger Euro trash parents.

Yup. Yer motherfucking WHITE alien Norse parents inserted their horrid pre-Christian torture parties into OUR modern and Native American customs heretofore justifying the raping and killing of little darky fucking aboriginies.

I'm happier'n a pig in the FAZ zone nana neeegro. Rockaholic fucking niff is me and up here I seasonally embrace serial killers, drunks and drug addicts. Merry fucking Christmas to all and to all wiggers a good fight.

Us non-natives from the big OTZ know what's real. Real dumb. Like Bull and June...Hensley/Nelson. Makes me shit bitter puke to think yer nigger kids go to a schrool named after that Nelson uch-cunt and a playfield named after fat nigger Bull. They ain't rotting in Hell, they're far too full of preservatives and liquor. They're in a constant state of flare-up. Buckwheats dudes.

Back to the holidays and our feigned sobriety.

I'm aging super fast and outpacing my native readers by a hunnert years yet I still wish fer great pumpkins.

My half-nugger gruntchidren pray crazy wishing for a morbidly obese alcoholic dressed in blood red to sneak into my home, peek in on our newborns and toddlers leaving generational curses of dental carries, diabetes and liver disease. All my gruntkids are PONTIACS and believe a good Santa is dressed in blood.

Here in Alaska we've got generations of nigerian expectations: sponging fucking handouts and free money outa my fucking wallet. Fuck 'em, ain't no cure for poverty. My Santa spits on the poor, the dark and miserable, swaps their land and languages fer booze, then rapes them.

Fuck! Now that's Swedish Christmas! So wash my fucking balls and set the slaves on cruise-control.

Never thought we could blame them fucking fair skinned Norwegians and blue-eyed sick fuck Finns for ALL of the raping of the world's shortest and darkest bitches, thus leaving scores of retard mixed bleed alcoholics for you coppers to beat on.

Just don't react to your mysterious rage and unexplainable anger. I know. I'm there dude. I'm cranky, pissy and bitchy as all get-out. Fer Fucksake.

I mean Christ's sake.

Later bitches, keep an eye on your lousy tempers.


Karluk Puk Nigluk

From a distance, y'all look really fucking good. Plus, I can't smell ye.

Top of the morning gents,

I sure miss fucking with you guys. This is as good as it gets eh bart?

Male bonding is for faggots, strong drink and smoke is fer sick men with more gonad fluids than brains.

Reading preposterous prose from yer buddy. Dummer fuck is me. Even Donald Heupel and Skeeter called me dummy.

I like my nicknames. I look yours more.

Fuck ya'll, I'm so far out of reach even you sub arctic barley corn fuckers won't fly by night and drink with me some mean town blues. God loves ye. I'm fucking trying. Barrow is merely the furthest a moron can flee from smart people and not have to use toilet paper after my Eskimo kisses.

My big nose is the second best seat in the house, yet rubbing another broad's nose make sense. That is, if any of ya'll ever smelled rotting Inupiaq gob. I once breathed in Clifford Melton's evaporating saliva and carry discharge, tasted like rotten butt. Almost like post mortem San Francisco butt cake or Hammer Time frozen porch Olanna tossed salad.

My grotesque gallows humor is all yer fucking fault. Looking at all you killers I'm the one that's best frozen in time north of 70 lat.

From afar I don't have to worry if ye survive car accidents, shootouts or drinking fights. Nicer that way. You boys are fucking high risk and bad bets.

Hey. Even Erlich made fun of me for hooking up with a native. Him and David Craig right then and there henceforth started calling me "Squaw Boy."

Gotta like witty dickheads like that.

I chided Blackbird with a slick swap out for the term "nigger lover" with slang from the Killing Fields of the Pacific Northwest. Neegrophiliac: based on our aboriginal urges to pork dead bitches.

I'm in agreement with Billy Howarth, get in a quicky before she gets cold. Dumb Billy shredded that ass too. Whilst Darlene Snyder or your nugger wife chops up the dead cunt's face with scissors: now that visual image that'll help ye git a nut.

Wake up shit heads, We'll even fuck frozen ones, as long as they're fine. Recalling that whole Olanna/Howarth dead bitch rape sesh, did that bitch have an open coffin or did they just use Fort Yukon coffins: garbage bags and honey buckets?

Poor shit. May she rest in pieces. Unwanted children lead unwanted lives. Just like y'all. We raised shitty kids that even us bastards can't stand the company of. I treat my goats better'n me fucking reservation childrens. Probably explains why this crew of graying gunslingers got so many stray litter bastards all over hell and back. Hatch 'em and book.

Look at us. We all got dirty bastard offspring shits living the good life: ghetto mod.

If we were more broadminded and enlightened about pussy, there'd be far fewer fucking offspring of ours wondering why they got such big dicks and failing pancreas. Poor kids, nothing but a lifetime ahead filled with busted knuckles, bad hearing and million of his own half-European offspring.

Every time ye cum a load and drive it home, yer gramps and great gramps are grinnin' shitty and tuggin' on evil donkey meat. They went through all the same child support issues as all of us.

Just they kilt the cunt instead.

Happy Holidays gents. Bigger noses and more boners. Nice thought eh bart?

You can include yer wives next year.

Karl.

PS. Words from my brother in-law. "The best thing about rain in San Francisco: no seagulls and no niggers" (Robert Tikik).

AIDS started circulating in Western Alaska before the turn of the century. Like 1989.

Top of the morning gents,

The fact that ain't none of us niggers dun croaked from AIDS is a goddamned miracle.

Just too weird.

Come on fuckers, wake the fuck up. We can confirm that some of our ex-wives and ex-girlfriends are sick and tired of being sick with AIDS. My speculation is that some of our current wives ain't so healthy neither. Think how many mutant mongoloids trek this Earth looking fer their paps. Namely you sport fuckers.

I'm betting NONE of us have ever worn a condom. I don't even know how to or want to. On you big dicked motherfuckers they'd look like silly little Santa hats. No worries mates. Lots of sick baby tards, but no HIV diagnosis.

Know why? I do. All yer gramps is norse trash. We're all descendants of Bubonic Plague survivors which gives us an advantage with an immunity to another disease that thankfully only kills faggots, IV drug users and ethnic minorities.

Survival of the fittest bitches. All of us has fucked HIV dark pussy maybe even married an AIDS carrier, but fuck, we'll never know. We are truly sick fucks: albeit tall immune alcoholics and mighty healthy ice nigger shooters.

Think about the pussy we done defrosted and seasoned...then left to rot.

Some of us haven't fucked Gumby's whiff-o-licious sister, some of us have porked Francis Whalen or sick Tish, whilst the rest of us all banged all sorts of loose garbage bagggers from upriver or yonder trailer parks along I-5.

Leopard can't change its spots, Eskimos can't wash away blisters and sores and you half trash Euros got high water marks on yer dirty dicks with crunchy Indun fried bread pustule glaze on yer heavy goands.

If ye all were non-Nordic fuck offs, you'd be sucking dirt in burial plots right next to lots of really nice men that prefer White Zinfandel. And IV drug using minority boys with punked out exhaust pipes.

Nice to have roots way up in northern Europe ah hetero barts?

Here's something rather personal. Since working narc duty with Helsingfors Polise Authority and getting in a bit of trouble with the Estonian Passport Kontrol, my detention and punishments still plague me. Literally.

It's the life of a confidential informant. Otherwise known as the amateur criminal that takes pay from professional police. Contract dumbass, expatriot syndrome, have gun will travel. I never learn.

Whilst working on the Capones I sold thousands of hits of LSD and maintained a rather handsome marijuana grow op in a little house on Caribou Street that me and Marto painted.

Whilst werk with Mat-Su Narcs I grew chronic and mailed liquor to the villages.

On the Logan mish here in Barrow, I got nailed for attempted importation on a common carrier: legal speak for intercepting mucho cases of liquor. Which is ironic because as my booze was getting bagged and tagged and while Fairbanks Airport Piglets and Statewide DEA bacon bits were issuing me an arrest warrant, I was flying over the Brooks Range in Logan's own airplane PACKED with bud, booze and speed.

See the dichotomous dilemma yer author on drugs plays within?

I get sick on all my drug jobs, but since my release from jail and flying back to America I carried a low grade persistent virus in me just like a squirrel carries rabies yet suffers no infection nor symptoms.

No shit, from the shittiest shit holes in Central Europe, Russia and Scandinavia to the shittiest shit holes in remote Alaska. Wake up fucks. Didn't ye ever wonder why I've been writing about new scars and apparently weekly visits to the Galena, Kotzebue and Barrow native clinics?

My med stats are public: 6'3" sober, 5'0" when baked, BP 112/68, Cholesterol is 150, A1C 6.5 but my temperature is ALWAYS slightly elevated and my lymphs flex and spooge like my dick. Not good. Besides a progressive familial failure of the pancreas to medicate later in life, I'm having a bitch of a time shaking a bastard version of pertussis or bubonic some shit that thrives in fecus and Finns.

Get this. I was JUST at the fucking clinic last Wedesday and was given 5 needles to suck on: 2 shots in each shoulder and a TB fluid bubble in me forearm. We're talking pain magnums in me arms. For days afterward I couldn't sleep on either side fer shit. Fuck my arms hurt. I snivelled like a bitch, but not loud enough to awake the Eskimo crime partner. She fucking hates men that whine and quickly adds injury to insult with much aboriginal severity.

Old man Doc Solenberger advised me not to mention the fact that he's treating numerous cases of Bubonic black death here in Barrow, much less, not to mention the prospect that I fucking brought it here to the native population. We're so white.

Perty kewl eh? Waves of death in my wake but I made it.

Despite my formerly nicotine stained fingers and currently resined lungs due to being a chain marijuana smoker, I think that last round of immunizations and antibiotics did the trick. I'm all better now.

Damn nice to get over that plague thing eh?

Just remember, all my prose are fiction. None of you fuckers ever existed aside from my pre-stroke nightmares of living with filthy natives and criminals, cops and jailers. Ya see, it was all just a bad dream. I've never worked with bunches of cops nor troopers: drug dealers neither. So fuck ya'll.

I can say whatever I want. You're not real. I'm still telling yer wives to leave their teeth at the door, let the dogs clean 'em.

Karluk Puq Niglooo-me.

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Study traces AIDS virus origin to 100 years ago
By MALCOLM RITTER – 1 hour ago

NEW YORK (AP) — The AIDS virus has been circulating among people for about 100 years, decades longer than scientists had thought, a new study suggests. Genetic analysis pushes the estimated origin of HIV back to between 1884 and 1924, with a more focused estimate at 1908.

Previously, scientists had estimated the origin at around 1930. AIDS wasn't recognized formally until 1981 when it got the attention of public health officials in the United States.

The new result is "not a monumental shift, but it means the virus was circulating under our radar even longer than we knew," says Michael Worobey of the University of Arizona, an author of the new work.

The results appear in Thursday's issue of the journal Nature. Researchers note that the newly calculated dates fall during the rise of cities in Africa, and they suggest urban development may have promoted HIV's initial establishment and early spread.

Scientists say HIV descended from a chimpanzee virus that jumped to humans in Africa, probably when people butchered chimps. Many individuals were probably infected that way, but so few other people caught the virus that it failed to get a lasting foothold, researchers say.

But the growth of African cities may have changed that by putting lots of people close together and promoting prostitution, Worobey suggested. "Cities are kind of ideal for a virus like HIV," providing more chances for infected people to pass the virus to others, he said.

Perhaps a person infected with the AIDS virus in a rural area went to what is now Kinshasa, Congo, "and now you've got the spark arriving in the tinderbox," Worobey said.

Key to the new work was the discovery of an HIV sample that had been taken from a woman in Kinshasa in 1960. It was only the second such sample to be found from before 1976; the other was from 1959, also from Kinshasa.

Researchers took advantage of the fact that HIV mutates rapidly. So two strains from a common ancestor quickly become less and less alike in their genetic material over time. That allows scientists to "run the clock backward" by calculating how long it would take for various strains to become as different as they are observed to be. That would indicate when they both sprang from their most recent common ancestor.

The new work used genetic data from the two old HIV samples plus more than 100 modern samples to create a family tree going back to these samples' last common ancestor. Researchers got various answers under various approaches for when that ancestor virus appeared, but the 1884-to-1924 bracket is probably the most reliable, Worobey said.

The new work is "clearly an improvement" over the previous estimate of around 1930, said Dr. Anthony Fauci, director of the National Institute of Allergy and Infectious Diseases in Bethesda, Md. His institute helped pay for the work.

Fauci described the advance as "a fine-tuning."

Experts say it's no surprise that HIV circulated in humans for about 70 years before being recognized. An infection usually takes years to produce obvious symptoms, a lag that can mask the role of the virus, and it would have infected relatively few Africans early in its spread, they said.

On the Net:
Nature: http://www.nature.com/nature

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HIV Outbreak Began Decades Earlier Than Thought

Wednesday, October 1, 2008; 12:00 AM

WEDNESDAY, Oct. 1 (HealthDay News) -- The most pervasive global strain of HIV began spreading in humans around 1900 in sub-Saharan Africa, a new study claims.

The research, which is published in the current issue ofNature, found that HIV began spreading between 1884 and 1924, around the same time urban centers in west central Africa were established. This estimated time of origin is decades earlier than the previous estimate of 1930.

For the study, researchers analyzed tissue samples and uncovered the second-oldest genetic sequence of HIV-1 group M. They used this and other HIV-1 genetic sequences to construct a family tree of the origin of the viral strain and to estimate the time of origin of HIV-1 group M.

The researchers worked with a 1960 sample of HIV gene fragments from a wax-embedded lymph-node tissue biopsy from a woman in Kinshasa in the Democratic Republic of the Congo. This 1960 virus is the second-oldest known HIV-1 group M genetic sequence, with the oldest being a 1959 blood sample from a man also from Kinshasa.

"Previous work on HIV sequencing had been done on frozen samples, and there are only so many of those samples available," lead researcher Michael Worobey, an assistant professor of ecology and evolutionary biology at the University of Arizona in Tucson, said in a university news release.

"From that point on, the next oldest sequences that anyone has recovered are from the late 1970s and 1980s, the era when we knew about AIDS. Now, for the first time, we have been able to compare two relatively ancient HIV strains. That helped us to calibrate how quickly the virus evolved and make some really robust inferences about when it crossed into humans, how quickly the epidemic grew from that time and what factors allowed the virus to enter and become a successful human pathogen," said Worobey.

Previous studies have shown that HIV spread from chimpanzees to humans in southeastern Cameroon.

Worobey said that the HIV epidemic that resulted from the turn-of-the-century spread correlates to the urbanization of colonial Africa, principally the present-day city of Kinshasa in the Democratic Republic of the Congo.

The growth of cities and associated high-risk behaviors may have been a principal cause of the rapid spread of the virus.

Worobey is optimistic about the eventual extinction of the HIV virus.

"I think the picture that has emerged here, where changes the human population experienced may have opened the door to the spread of HIV, is a good reminder that we can make changes now that could help reverse the epidemic. If HIV has one weak spot, it is that it is a relatively poorly transmitted virus. From better testing and prevention, to wider use of the antiretroviral drug therapy, there are a number of ways to reduce transmission and force this virus back into extinction," he said.

Gun accidents. Hell, nobody's perfect: especially us ill tempered Arctic squaw boys.

Top of the morning gents,

I want ya'll to start yer week with yard wide smiles and yard long dicks. I'm gonna throw some pot head's brains into the blender, add bourbon and bongers. Now, wipe yer eyes and scrape crust and read onward Christian soldiers.


I'm laughing from memories my dear murderous motherfuckers. As stated before, cop kids are shit and so are drug dealer spawn, but damn: who are we to point our pock-marked dicks at others? Some of the dumb shit things we've all dun with our Dirty Harry nigger shooters clearly indicates we're no better'n stupid gits.

Hear ye. Cunt shite is us. And God's children. Sick as we is, truly bad playhouse is my childhood recollections.

Sorry for bringing up such a sensitive subject, but the sun finally set for 2 months and it's well below zero on my long walks to check mail, bank deposits and AC store fer grub, I again feel rehearsed bullets in me hurting hands, fists and feet. Looking at all you graying gunslingers, I see I ain't the only one with sore everything.

After that gun battle in front of the fucking Ivanoff house, John's hands probably hurt like hell but the bullets in the old jail ceiling light fixture, patrol car door or Colonel Waller's phantom explosion whilst carrying a pistol next door to the old Squadroom and Evidence hurt even worse.

I cackle evil majorly that a hot load +P+ 9mm barely missed BOTH of Brenda's giant dairy milker breasts and blew out the Erlich television. Come on, the Bull's Eyes on them big Cadillac caliber fun bags shoulda been easy targets.

John swears her ever expanding boobs had it coming. He's still pissed he missed, he thought they'd pop like water balloons and wash all blood evidence away with a hunnert gallons of milk. Someone oughta tell Brenda's humoungous jugular hooters to stop staring at my eyes. Her nipples are bigger than the heads of yer dicks. More productive too.

Stop that. That's gross.

I never thought to shoot a bitch's Alaskan sized Gazongas off. I just rip their lips off creatiung great cunt-whore-bitch drama. That is, if you've got a Noorvik or Edmonds sense of humor.

Fuck you. As I speak, my right ankle throbs from fuck head Pim's bad aim and my left neck hurts from a nasty fall onto a SUPO cop's rifle butt. Ye see, like me broski Marto International hath quoth: I don't know when to shut my fucking mouth. Yacking when I shoulda been more silent than my long burnt and buried crack whore parasitic Terracite girlfriends.

You fuckers are lucky Toby didn't dump a round through yer hand thus creating a metaphoric Jesus whistle. Tobus has a temper and friends and loved ones invariably get hurt. Or shot.

For the record, I'm the worst offender in this blame game of gun accidents. One time I shot out my own car window, then in a nervous twitch I almost shot my own foot blasting rocks on my partner's pants. "Kill yer partners Max. Give us channel 83" (Videodrome).

One stray bullet meant for my head screamed through a drug caked wall shattering Spanky's coffee pot and lodged in a bag of Arnie Girl's weavel infested flour. Another stray bullet missed Stephanie's smelliest bits, perforated the Apgar bucket shack wall and brought a shit eating grin upon Westlake and Blanchard's face.

Me, Ken and Kim's too. The bitch was begging for beat down and smoked brain mist out her pie hole. "I don't know, I was really drunk at the time" (Pink Floyd). Too bad we didn't accidentally shoot our dumber wives. That'd save me from breaking some hard ass news to y'all where ye got yer herpes from.

Yup. You boys dunked yer donkeys in Nurse Diesel and the Herp Queens' turd cutters. Merely because I did. Then moved to Kotzebue. Simple. Now you all got it too.

Ya see, the Kiana strain herpes is really HIV the started with my appetite for white trash Lynnwood girls. On dope. When I switched to reservation dark meat, you bush rat cops all started blowing boogers out yer dick hole.

Connect the dots there Mr. Sesame Street in the short bus, us invading white nigger Euro trash have convinced ye that the devil don't exist in our dicks. All of our fathers are European killers.

Like Smokey the Bear sayeth, "Only you can prevent forest fires and blistered dicks." And "Not all blisters are from Burns, 616." Some are from the misuse of tissue yonder Snohomish County. Like that?

Gun accidents don't simply happen to us all, they've followed us all the way from our country of origin, ye can't outrun stupid. WTF. Might as well go for a soda. And leave a hunnert dead retards in yer wake.

Remember, the sign Marto and Denz put up at the entrance of 7-Lakes: "Dead nigger drop off" (Quentin Tarantino-Pulp Fiction). My gramp's place North of Marysville is a great place to dispose of crack niggers that mistakenly believed we wouldn't disappear thieves caught forcibly entering our very own mortuary.

The bottom of ancient outhouses and amidst tall trees is also a great place to ditch accidentally shot dead junkie bitches. Have any of you guys seen Tish, Paula or Renee recently? I don't agree with OJ Simpson, but I understand.

The reason I don't fuck women my own age is cuz they look like my grandmother and continually order me around with, "Karl. Make tea!".

Don't let me pass out with the shop vac on my dick and don't take me too seriously.

I'm such a dickweed, goat milker on drugs too.

Karluk.

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Two men are shot as gun is being cleaned

The Associated Press

Published: November 15th, 2008 04:52 AM
Last Modified: November 15th, 2008 04:43 AM

WASILLA -- Two Wasilla men are recovering from an accidental shooting that occurred while a gun was being cleaned.

Alaska State Troopers say 23-year-old Joshua Jones was cleaning his semiautomatic pistol Thursday evening when the weapon accidentally discharged.

Troopers say the bullet went through Jones' left hand and then struck 26-year-old Clayton Naczi in the thigh.

Both men were taken to Mat-Su Regional Medical Center. Troopers say the men are in stable condition.

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Location: Wasilla
Case number: 08-94224
Type: Accidental Discharge of a Firearm

Text: On 11/13/2008, at approximately 1939 hours, Alaska State Troopers
responded to a victim with a gun shot wound to the leg on Bank Circle in
Wasilla. An investigation revealed that Joshua Jones, age 23 of Wasilla,
was field stripping his .45 caliber semi-automatic pistol when the
firearm accidentally discharged. The bullet penetrated Jones' left hand
and proceeded to strike Clayton Naczi, age 26, of Wasilla, in the thigh.
Both Jones and Naczi were transported by EMS to Mat Su Regional Medical
Center for treatment. Both subjects are in stable condition. Alcohol and
drugs are not considered to be factors in the incident. No foul play is
suspected. The incident is currently under investigation.

Author: KSB0
Received Friday, November 14, 2008 3:14 AM and posted Friday, November 14, 2008 3:06 AM

"Git yer bitch ass outa the car white boy." Sound familiar? It should, it's yer dad.

Top of the morning gents,

I fucking love Nebraska now.

No shit. I can dump any of my nugger spawn at any safe haven: no questions asked. Just ditch the little shit, walk over to Top of the Whale "for a beer, bong hit and blow job" (Callahan).

Think of it: one look at yer ugly fucking kids and you can now say, "Later nigger." "Yer shit is a goner."

Here's the coolest externality, I can snatch any of yer little reservation pork farts, drive to the Kotzebue K-Mart (city dump) and boot yer downer syndrome mongoloid offspring outa me kamoon and let 'em feed offa my pile o' dead dogs.

Dead dogs all ye shooters've blasted. Besides, dead muttnikipaq is better eating than the shit yer wife grunts on a platter. I walk by yer houses every night and gag up maggots. Dudes, even my Eskimo wife wouldn't eat the shit your inbred family chews toothlessly slow and hatching as watery turds.

My readers with bigger gonads are a cacklin' evil. I'll laugh with your wit but I won't fuck Steffany ApGag (apgar) with yer dick.

Yup. We is twisted. We're laughing at the musings of a sick man that likely has permanent drain bramage from strong drink and irreparable heart damage due to doing the fish. No I don't mean drowning, I mean horking down a plumer of smoke flavored cocaine and ghost bud.

Then doing the fish.

As in flailing wildly about like a gimper dude with a head shot.

Just kidding. Ain't none of us pulled a death bonger and cocoa puff awaking fully errect and welded inside a strange woman's large intestines.

"Touch me, I'm sick" (psycho metal native shred composed by Rick janitcheck and scott Wade 1991 kotz). Two boys that should've been aborted and tossed in the honey bucket to freeze.

Later shooters,

Kiaqpuq Nigloomi

PS. Friends don't let friends vote for Democraps. Investor class voters shoot minorities, not elect them.

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2 children abandoned under Neb. safe-haven law

By MARGERY A. GIBBS / Associated Press Writer

Published: November 3rd, 2008 09:57 AM

OMAHA, Neb. - Two more teenagers have been abandoned at Nebraska hospitals under the state's much-criticized safe haven law, bringing the number of mostly older children dropped off to 26 since July, authorities said.

The teens, both 16, were left at separate hospitals, according to the state Department of Health and Human Services. One was a girl dropped early Monday at Midlands Hospital in Papillion and the other a boy abandoned at Children's Hospital in Omaha late Sunday.

Papillion police Lt. Chris Whitted said the girl and her mother had previously lived in Papillion, south of Omaha, before moving to Arizona. He said the mother didn't give a reason for dropping the girl off, but he added: "Obviously, there's concerns about being able to care for her daughter."

He said the girl "was unaware she was being dropped off" and has been placed in state custody.

Todd Landry, director of the state's Division of Children and Family Services for the department, said in a statement Monday that the girl had been a ward of the state of Nebraska from September 2007 to March. In March, a juvenile court judge dismissed the wardship based in part on the mother's desire to relocate to Arizona to be near extended family, Landry said.

The girl was a ward of the state of Arizona from August until sometime in October, Landry said. He said it's the Nebraska department's understanding that an Arizona court agreed to dismiss the case at the request of the mother, who sought to return to Nebraska to have more support from family and friends located here. Landry said he believes the mother and daughter returned to Nebraska just last week.

In the second case, Landry said the boy was left by his father just after midnight Monday. Neither Landry nor hospital officials offered additional details on that case.

Nebraska was the last state to enact a safe-haven law, which is intended to protect unwanted newborns from being abandoned. Some have interpreted the state's law to mean children as old as 18 can be abandoned because it uses the word "child" and doesn't include an age limit.

Health and Human Services officials, however, say they will not take in any children older than 17.

The Legislature plans to tackle the issue at a special session on Nov. 14. Speaker of the Legislature Mike Flood said he'll introduce a bill establishing a 3-day-old age limit.

Appa Kye I wanna mullik to the gun show. Didn't I see y'all there too?

Top of the morning gents,

God dammit. I sure remember my youth. Farms, hay hauls, million fucking animals, million poop plows, million more heads chopped off. Necessities to feed ugly kids: farm fresh blood buckets and decapitation based diets.

I also remember the 200 year anniversary of 1776 was fucking gnarley with all them gunshows, turkey shoots and state fairs booming with era reproduction muskets and ball and buck long rifles that really didn't have any rifling.

Driving across America and upwards into Canada to watch the 1976 Montreal Summer Olympics rallied like a motherfucker. Me and Cully stole a butt load of Canadian cigarettes and liquor. Plus a we fetched a veritable treasure trove of lifetime lengthening memories to draw upon in our time at the rest home.

We seen miles of delicious and gorgeous biscuit watching droves of spectacularly naked French/Canadian babes suntanning their big naked breasts and toasting their glazed honey dripping hives as far as the eye can sniff. Nothing but sunglasses and sweet seasonings for wardrobes: for miles.

Damn! For a boy to watch a hunnert busty babes apply sun lotion on each other's naked everything...is truly wonderful for the soul. And my salivary glands.

I acted all normal whilst I rapid flexed and ejaculated for a whole sunny afternoon. Ever leak jizz for hours? Yup. Me too. Some of your kids came from soaking a whole room with ball cheese, possibly even one of the kids ye spawned with yer present nugger wife. WTF MF. What happens in Selawik is forgotten with the last disappearing brain cells.

I ain't shitting, those memories of really pretty boobs and super delicious glue pots are what keep yer ugly wives raped and filled with cups of genetic ass paint.

In all my drinking vacations, rape escapes and gun runs around this shitty world, I grazed and fed on lots of steaming biscuit, but I never seen any participants in retro battle costumes and revolutionary war gear shoot themselves or each other: in the face.

Fuck it. The shit does happen.

At one of my dad's local gun clubs and watering holes a Japanese tourist pulled a Sarge Rat Fuck when his rented and truly shitty Desert Eagle 44 mag lept backward and bapped him on the brow. The brow bit wasn't nearly as bad as the headless gook standing behind him. Poor motherfucking nipper dude sucked air through his face hole and sneezed all his brains and muke out the back with a roar.

Poor Japper shooter dude awoke eyes blacker finding the back of his shirt and trousers covered with graphic artwork consisting of an organ donor and yard sale smelling like native food.

Many years ago me and Pim went to a lots of killer Marysville Gun Shows, sold ALL our shitty shiny guns, parts and pieces: even bought crap from other tables, wiped 'em down with oily rags, repriced them and made fucking bank. The word is arbitrage ye ignant gits.

If the weather was warm and sunny, the old guys held shooting contests out at the shooting range with various targets set at 25 yards all the way to 300 yards against a cliff.

One dude was shooting prone with some bolt action hypo rifle. He only shot once and lay still. The bolt of his gun somehow blew out the back of his rifle submerging flush with cheek, albeit with crevassed vaginal like injuries to his fucking head.

One of Pim's ugly buddies came over and said he seen smoke blast from both ends of his rifle blackening the operator's face. Pim volunteered that the old dude must've loaded his rifle cartriges with pistol powder. Whatever, that's a neato story for a 17 year old goat milker and felon.

After a dump run, mutt shoot and puppy pop, my uniform was covered with Mack blasted dog hair and 12 gauge guts and poop. Lt. Eunice wrinkled his chew lip, then advised me, "Shoot son." "Ya'll best tell yer wife to douche a'fore she fucks ye."

I now forward this 19 year old advice to you lads. You boys be safe and treat yer guns like they were yer dicks. Forget that advice, the rusting, pocking and fouling are EXACTLY like yer dicks.

At any time during this lecture did you disengage those images of big breasted fully naked French pastries just basting away in the sun?

Cheers mates. Here's to fine peach flavored hair pie, big dairy caliber breasts and why we fuck with that look on our faces like we're a thousand miles away...Yup, we're back on that beach lined with rows of perfumed lippy and sun roasted giant milkers.

Fuck y'all are so cursed with lethal levels heterosexuality. God bless us all sayeth tiny Tim.

Back to gun safety ye sick twisted yet blessed milker dudes. I found a story that proves the rarity of these such shoot yer self gun accidents.

Stop playing with yer dicks and hurry home. Yer wives need some serious fuckng now don't they? Seal oil only tastes like black girl pussy, so make her come twice afore she even sees yer dick.

Just remember the beach...

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Location: Nome area

Case number: 08-89205

Type: Death Investigation

Text: On 10/26/08 at about 0053 hours, Nome AST received a report of a
shooting in one of the villages in the Nome area. The victim, a
juvenile male, was declared deceased at 0030 hours. The State Medical
Examiner was notified and the next of kin was present at the scene.
Investigation is on-going and weather conditions have hampered response
efforts.

Author: AMS1
Received Monday, October 27, 2008 12:27 PM and posted Monday, October 27, 2008 12:11 PM

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http://www.boston.com/news/local/breaking_news/2008/10/police_identify_6.ht
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Monday, 11:58 AM The Boston Globe

Police identify boy, 8, killed by Uzi at sportsmen's club
October 27, 2008 11:58 AM Email| Comments (0)| Text size – + By David Abel and Andrew Ryan, Globe Staff, and Matthew P. Collette, Globe Correspondent

The 8-year-old boy who apparently shot himself in the head with an Uzi at a "Machine Gun Shoot" in Westfield was identified today by police as Christopher Bizilj of Ashford, Conn.

Bizilj attended the firearms expo Sunday with his father at the Westfield Sportsman’s Club and apparently accidentally shot himself. He was firing a 9-mm Micro UZI machine gun, a fully automatic weapon, said Westfield Police Lieutenant Hipolito Nuñez.

Police are investigating whether the sportsman’s club and the group running the event were licensed. “We haven’t confirmed whether either have been licensed,” Nuñez said.

The Westfield Sportsman's Club boasted in an advertisement for the event posted on its website that the $5 entry fee was waived for children under age 16 and there was "no age limit or licenses required to shoot machine guns."

"It’s all legal & fun," the advertisement says. "You will be accompanied to the firing line with a Certified Instructor to guide you. But You Are In Control – "FULL AUTO ROCK & ROLL."

Shooting targets for the event included vehicles, pumpkins, and "other fun stuff we can’t print here," according to the advertisement.

Bizilj was firing the weapon at an outside firing range and was wounded once in the head when the recoil forced the gun to rotate upward and backward, Nuñez said. The boy was taken to Baystate Medical Center in Springfield. He was pronounced dead at the hospital with one gunshot wound to the head. No one else was injured.

State law requires anyone under age 18 to have parental consent and a licensed instructor to fire an automatic weapon. Otherwise, there’s no minimum age to fire such a gun, Nuñez said.

Bizilj's father was on the scene. “My understanding is his father gave him permission to fire the weapon,” Nuñez said.

But he added: “We do not know at this time the full facts of this incident, and it's being investigated.”

The event at the club was organized by C.O.P. Firearms & Training, an Amherst company that, according to its website, organizes machine gun shoots throughout New England. Officials from that group also could not be reached.

Holy Fuck Batman. How many of us could be indicted for torture and abuse?

Top of the morning gents,

Count yer blessings dudes. How many punks, sluts and Inufucks have we reminded they don't deserve constitutional rights and deprived them of intact hymen, rectums and scroat bags? This war on drugs is fucking awesome and presidents from both colors back the mission to put darker folks behind bars.

All the years at the old jail in Kotzebue, DEA, ABADE and AST and all the years of drinking with violent and abusive cops, jailers, troopers and narcs: and ain't none of us been indicted for bashing the living shit outa subhuman fucking chimpacaque ice monkeys. That fucking deserved it.

No shit Sherlock. Some of the trauma I seen on Mike Lie, that Burns coon uchuck, and even the sick Indun that hung round Randy Kem's sister took a damn good beat down and tune up.

Nowadays, you cops've become lame as shit pussies with yer tasers, pecker mace and wimpy automatics, I miss watching you guys put up yer dukes, hands, fists and feet and bust up a kiana coon like Kotzebue cord wood. I'm gettin' hard nipples and drippy dick just remeniscing how fucking fast all ye git busy on a body.

When some bag of mashed up assholes smelling just like Art Kagoona loogied in Garoutte's face I almost had a heart attack. Poor fucker was inches from blunt force bottom and penis but Gumby and Eunice worked tag team and yanked, flipped and floor mopped that Deering baby gomer all the way to the drunk tank, sleeping all night cuffed and fucked and broke as shit teeth and gravel bag nuts.

If ye want to cackle evil, just replay the video of Officer K6 brutally macking that half primate's fucking face into the booking room desktop.

The loud boom from the booking room gave a serious boner.

I think it was Tykee Lloyd Hall or some shit, or was it that sick bitch Troy Hall? Maybe Mark Bird's bitch boy that sat on Tubby Goodwin's poopstick then gagged down his ball drainage? Fuck all them punks bleed in my memory together. Must be my alcoholism or Alzeimers. Or Shannon Pavle ran me over too. WTF.

I still git wood replaying Virgin 'processing' that drunk brown RussellCunt that pert near out run him. Yup. A drunk bitch mongoloid on a wheeler almost ditched one of KPD's best, racing in hopped up Caprice Classic. A Chevy Caprice patrol car we bought with the drug seizure monies we snagged from Ken Hall and Chris Ciringione. Real priceless cunts paying for OUR new patrol cars...sweet! Take pile o' cash from drug dealers, buy more tools: fill the jail with MORE nativity shite.

Speaking of asset seizures and drug forfeitures: Rick and Bonny Carlson lost their house, boats, sno-gos, vehicles AND drugs due to 'ongoing criminal drug traffic' activity, Fast Eddie Larson lost all his delivery cars, bank accounts and boxes of blow that I was trusted to buy with trooper dollars.

Logan and Sauve lost firearms totalling over 100 irons, bank accounts and stash cash, plus their new trucks, houses, snowmachines and airplanes.

Oh, and the case me and Nush worked has been reopened: Paliwoda and his GHB date rape crap we bought a thousand doses of. Paliwoda jumped bail and has now been arrested in Denver. My concern is damaging testimony over the number of purchases, amounts and side deal money. Narcs aren't paid for their honesty and integrity.

My date rape drug stash was tested all over Res. Life and MBS complex.

Ain't it good to see Alaska is still the land of the vicious, home of nasty, and one fine place for heavily armed European serial rapists and killers? We is AK rapers #1 breeding Alaska upwards thus creating an army of tall half monkey alcoholics.

Wake up fucks. There's only 40 something readers to this am cop/talk posting: yet pert near a thousand future Hitler champs. Soon everybody will truly have ancestors Nordic with a deep history in genetic manipulation away from sick ancient aboriginal cultures towards waking every day feeling wonderfully superior.

In tune with the war on drugs and minorities ABADE is wrapping up an op in Wastern Alaska and USPS/FAA/TSA etc. They been drug dogging and mass spec analyzing all canine alert suspect freight and mail out of Shitbanks and Anchoragua.

Up here in Barrow, the busts are averaging 2-3 each week. Fun, fun. I'd like to be the guy doing the enhanced interrogation on these monkey fucking browntards. I'll save yer case, but yer suspect dies horribly.

You bloody haloed and burnt winged angels were sent down here to continue the Christian/Saxon/Viking extermination and sterilization of the sick twisted primate motherfuckers.

Carry on gents, may the Lord be with you, yer airborne spermatazoa AND yer bullets.

Kiaqpuq Nigloo-me

Attached is a press release from the FBI PIO web site.

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http://chicago.fbi.gov/dojpressrel/pressrel08/oct21_08.htm

(202) 514-2007

WWW.USDOJ.GOV

TDD (202) 514-1888


U.S. INDICTS FORMER CHICAGO POLICE COMMANDER ON PERJURY,
OBSTRUCTION OF JUSTICE CHARGES RELATED TO ALLEGED
TORTURE AND PHYSICAL ABUSE

WASHINGTON – Former Chicago Police Commander Jon Burge was arrested today at his home in Florida on federal obstruction of justice and perjury charges for allegedly lying about whether he and other officers under his command participated in torture and physical abuse of suspects in police custody dating back to the 1980s. Burge was charged with two counts of obstruction of justice and one count of perjury in a three-count indictment that was returned under seal by a federal grand jury last Thursday, Oct. 16. 2008, and unsealed following his arrest.

The indictment was announced jointly by Grace Chung Becker, Acting Assistant Attorney General for the U.S. Justice Department’s Civil Rights Division, Patrick J. Fitzgerald, U.S. Attorney for the Northern District of Illinois, and Robert D. Grant, Special Agent-in-Charge of the Chicago Office of the Federal Bureau of Investigation.

Today’s indictment alleges that Burge lied and impeded court proceedings in November 2003 when he provided written answers to questions, known as interrogatories, in a civil lawsuit alleging that he and others tortured and abused people in their custody.

“Throughout our nation, our fine law enforcement officers make daily sacrifices in the pursuit of justice,” said Acting Assistant Attorney General Becker. “It is imperative that we take these charges seriously but also bear in mind they do not reflect upon the conduct of the vast majority of law enforcement officers.”

“There is no place for torture and abuse in a police station. There is no place for perjury and false statements in federal lawsuits,” said U.S. Attorney. Fitzgerald. “No person is above the law, and nobody – even a suspected murderer – is beneath its protection. The alleged criminal conduct by defendant Burge goes to the core principles of our criminal justice system.”

“Everyday Chicago Police Officers execute their sworn duties lawfully with great skill, courage and integrity,” said Special Agent-in-Charge Grant. “Sometimes they do so with great peril, as we have been sadly reminded in recent weeks and months. But police officers have a special duty which is underscored by today's announcement. Police officers don't serve the public as judge and jury and they have a special responsibility to care for those within their custody, regardless of their alleged crimes. Today’s announcement brings great shame on the career of retired Commander Jon Burge. These charges will not erase the pain within our Chicago community, but perhaps it can help begin the healing process.”

Burge, 60, of Apollo Beach. Fla., is expected to have an initial appearance later today in Federal Court in Tampa. No date has yet been set for him to appear in U.S. District Court in Chicago, where he will face prosecution.

According to the indictment, Burge was a Chicago Police Officer from 1970 to 1993. He served in several jurisdictions throughout the city, as a detective from 1972-1974, a sergeant from 1977-1980, and a lieutenant commanding detectives working in the Area Two violent crimes unit from about 1981-1986. Subsequently, he was commander of the Bomb and Arson Unit, and, later, commander of Area Three detectives. Burge was suspended by the Chicago Police Department in 1991 and fired in 1993.

The indictment alleges that during the time Burge worked in Area Two, he was present on one or more occasions for, and at times participated in, the torture and physical abuse of persons in police custody. It is further alleged that during the time he worked as the lieutenant supervising Area Two violent crimes detectives, Burge was aware that detectives he supervised, on one or more other occasions, engaged in torture and physical abuse of people in their custody.

Chicago Police Department regulations, as well as state and federal law, prohibit torture, physical abuse and other use of excessive force by police officers.

Since 1991, a series of police brutality civil lawsuits have been filed alleging that Burge and other detectives and police officers under his command participated in torture and abuse of suspects. One such case, Hobley v. Burge, et al., filed in 2003 in U.S. District Court in Chicago, alleged that plaintiff Madison Hobley was tortured and abused by police officers at Area Two headquarters in January 1987 in order to coerce a confession. The suit included an allegation that police officers had placed a plastic bag over Hobley’s head until he lost consciousness.

The Hobley lawsuit claimed that Burge was aware of a pattern of torture and abuse at Area Two police headquarters. The indictment does not, however, allege that Hobley was tortured or abused.

During the discovery process in civil litigation, Hobley’s attorneys served Burge with written interrogatories. Burge’s written responses are the basis for today’s charges, which allege that Burge corruptly obstructed, influenced and impeded an official proceeding by signing answers containing false statements in response to two interrogatories in the Hobley litigation.

If convicted, Burge faces a statutory maximum penalty of 20 years in prison on each count of obstruction of justice, five years for perjury, and a $250,000 fine on each count.

The investigation is continuing. An indictment contains only charges and is not evidence of guilt. The defendant is presumed innocent and is entitled to a fair trial at which the government has the burden of proving guilt beyond a reasonable doubt. This case is being prosecuted by Assistant U.S. Attorneys Jeff Cramer, Barry Miller and Sergio Acosta, and Civil Rights Division Trial Attorney Betsy Biffl.

This Senior Center is SO kewl. Inside a castle WITH a bar. Where the fuck do I sign up?

Top of the morning gents,

Fuck dudes, you guys've sure gone through the pussy. We're SO old. All of us.

I'm crowding the big five-oh and bun's burning past sixty. All my younger brothers are in their 40's, my sisters are all in their 50's, my folks are in their 70's and my grandpa is over a hunnert. Alcoholism and drug abuse runs rampant in my family and only the good die young you sick twisted old fucks.

Hold your applause, you may not like me later on in my story.

On our PERS retirement paperwork, we checked off the monthly deduction for the Tier I LTC (long term care). Important shit you old PONTIACS (poor old niggers think it's a Cadillac), unless you WANT to get molested inside the Kotzebue or Barrow Senior Center.

I cackle evil with the image of you killers so crippled that you can't prevent the Henry, Adams and Davidovics faggot grandchildren from making geriatric pillow biters out of all of ye. Ted Bundy was a closet native too. He used his little gomer pecker to reopen healing surgeries like a true IHS/BIA nurse. "Hi Mom, I'm mental!" (Kevin Hanson)

Wake up fucks! 64 days after Kiana SixKiller dumped his granny in the Senior Wheelchair Porn Shop, she fucking croaked it. I would too. Ask any Eskimo, dying is preferable to chronic and ongoing rape and abuse. "Old age is the best cure for sex and death is the best cure for old age" (Sara Evak).

My gorgeous salmon cruncher wife has begged and pleaded with me to shoot her in the fucking face and dump her dead leaking ass out on the ice rather than be discarded at the Kotzebue Senior Abuse Farm in the care of sick ice niggers that were raised by natives.

Guess what? I have a solution for us graying gunslingers with skanky long dicks: follow me and bun to our chosen retirement home in Finland. A fucking castle with a bar all rolled into one glorious rest home for us long dicked squaw boys.

Why the skanky long dick comments? We have to have long dicks, our wives have all been probed by tiny 'skimo fingers and micro Inu dicks stapled on the front of their funny uncles and bastard brothers. One out of every two native women in Alaska will be raped in their life and we're the monsters that are doing our part. Fuck all.

Besides, rape victims love bigger dicks. So do mothers. This I know. Ain't none of ye have kept more mares brooded than yer author on drugs. If you did, you'd have equal number of stray bastard children and persistent infections as my readers.

Like that? Back to my dull point aside from top of me numb skull. I've been planning for retirement since me and Pim started stealing cars, robbing bank deposit slots and selling acid and blow to all kinda neegros.

I believe I've found my final resting place. The attached article details Valhalla fer old drunken Norse whose meat is rotting off the bone. Even you killers, rapists, mad bombers and axe weilding homicidal maniacs can come play. And die too.

You men ain't inherently cruel, just funny. So you'll appreciate this paragraph. We could moonlight as assistend living attendants. Yup. Since we'll all live way too long, we could help fellow droolers, mini-limbers and quadra-plege blue hairs fuck just like us.

My brother Cully once shared some disgusting duties for the dike nurses and gay ass attendants at United Cerebal Palsy and Smith-Wright Estates: help handicampers have sex. Viagra and axle grease for the stink spots, me and the Sgt. could then swing lightweight shrunken mummies at each other like Pete Townsend disintegrates guitars. Think of it. At least them disfigured emaciated insects would get fucked.

Yikes I'm rabid. Pull your attention back to Finland.

A rest home that has its own bar catering to us tall alcoholics sounds perty fucking fine by me. By George! Let's dump our parents at the Kotzebue Fart Hammer Wrinkled Wrecked-um Lodge! Now that's evil cackleworthy. The thought of our dads punching the staff, guests and visitors in the nuts and long dicking NANA blue hairs REALLY cracks me up.

I shudder at some old Schaeffer fuck licking yer mom right in the catchers mitt and turd cutter, but imagine Laura Frankson or Helen Barger on top of your dad gittin' ready to come. For you half-primate motherfuckers that's a fate a compli.

Later niggers.

*Whew. Almost puked appa kye.

Karluk Makki: the guy who photographed these photos from Finland. Enjoy.

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Bar serves residents at Savonlinna home for the elderly

Brandy is the tipple of choice for locals, who have an average age of 84

By Juhani Saarinen

“Almost 50% cheaper than in a restaurant”, says Tuure Kähkönen as he orders another large cognac.

Kähkönen is spending his afternoon at a pub called Hermanninkuja 1 in Savonlinna. By outward appearances, the bar seems typical. The bar table is dark polished wood, the easy chairs are plush, and old photographs adorn the walls.

The only thing that is odd is the location. The bar is in the Hopearanta service home for the elderly in Savonlinna.

A bar in a service home is definitely not unusual for Finland but this pub and senior home was opened in Hopearanta, inside the medieval Olavinlinna Castle, in April, and it can be used by the residents - with an average age of 84 -, and their guests.

There are other similar institutions that are licenced to serve alcohol, but executive director Marja-Liisa Broms has not seen a bar like this one in this castle anywhere else in the country.

She got the idea during a visit to Denmark.

She feels that it is important for service homes to offer various stimulation for their residents, so that they might remain interested in their surroundings.

“Our aim is that life should not end at the door of the service home. And that is what our new pub is all about”, she says.

The bar was set up only after years of consideration.

There was some hesitation because of what Broms sees as the “traumatic” attitude that Finns have towards alcohol.

People who spend time in bars are easily labelled alcoholics.

While not all residents are interested in sitting in the bar, many do feel that the pub - which seats 20 customers - is a good addition to the service home.

“When guests come, I like to bring them here”, says Tauno Silvennoinen.

“There’s only one negative side: You can’t take a bottle to the room with you”, grins Teuvo Ahokas.

Aside from brandy, which seems a particularly popular tipple, hits with the locals include beer and wines, but to be honest it is the act of getting together that is more important than the drinking.

If anyone is refused service, the probability is a great deal strong that it has something to do with his or her medication, rather than that someone has had a drop too much already.

The pub is open until 8 in the evening. There is no need for a "last orders" call, and Tauno Silvennoinen is out of the place already before five.

"Oh, aren't your cheeks looking red. Quite flushed", some ladies tease him as he walks from the bar into the corridor.

There was really no need for the joshing this time - Silvennoinen's glass contained nothing stronger than lemonade.

Helsingin Sanomat / First published in print 10/5/2008

Tis the season to be merry and help yer inlaws kill themselves.

Top of the morning gents,

'Bout fucking time. Wretched brief break from last winter some chicken chokers call summer, punctuated with mucho NANA neegro delicacies: mud, bugs and drugs.

Goddamned snow all summer with icebergs bumping and thudding like morbidly chunky Alaskans afuck. Yup. Welcome to Barrow. The home of higher class nigerians, pale zombies and inbred sober people. Like that?

"Addii Karlukmun, you sure immik too much. We should go to Anchorage or Fairbanks just so you can sober up" (grandma mag).

As already stated, out here way North of 70 lat, I tend to take better care of myself. Subfucksistence diet, walks far niglukmee and mailok-si con canine y pistolero. Somedays I'm one hung over motherfucker too.

My goat milker habits will be the death of me. Awake at 5:00am brewing coffee and bong hits, CNBC TV and computer streamings with mushuk, then off to yonder frozen tundra to take the guns for a walk: all by 0700 moron hours.

If I had any hangover when I arose, it's long fucking gone after I walk my dick off, wipe down the dogs and feed and water the guns.

I'm entering dark territory niggers. Barrow's sun is soon to set till IRS day and this fucking armed and impaired vampire ain't falling prey to no prowling christians nor glue head natives. As the chief always said, "You can never go wrong with guns." God I love the way that man thinks.

Goddamned Kraut Columbo is pissing and shitting all over Holland, Michigan. WITH his guns I hope. I spied thou arsenal Columbo, nice Browning products, a couple off-brand bastard goodies too: shit he 'fused to sell me. Greedy bitch.

All guns are beautiful and the best gun in the world is the gun I got in my hand. Fuck all. I drag my dirty hairy nigger shooter with me to the post office and the bank, but seldom the courthouse, that's a little bit illegal. Besides, my gun bag is recycled shwag from the hospital loaded with that 44 blackhawk, uncle Mike's 12 count velcro bullet belt, binoculars, combat knife and pepper mace.

My possibles bag is better described as my camp pack. This dog can hunt.

I hear yer objections to single action pistols, but I cain't shoot as well with shorter, lighter and smaller ordinance repeaters. A heavy long barrel with lots of snoose fits this Finn perty gud. I'm a lousy shot with most guns: this cannon finds every target I squint, pucker and aim my scroat at.

Seeing and hearing after I touch off a few rounds with this dandy cannon only further adds to my already awful hearing. So my bird hound, retriever and hunting dog functions as eyes and ears for this deaf motherfucking Finn. She also functions perty dern gud as a wife.

Got Squaw? Yup. She gives me wood too.

Y'all chump ass coppers keep yer dick hard and powder dry. Keep reading my shit and your stomach will turn.


Karluk Nigluk Puq-Oosik.


PS: Here's the link: ALL Christmas all the time. Christmas Broadband is my favorite.

http://www.live365.com/cgi-bin/directory.cgi?genre=seasonal%2fholiday

Or good oldy moldy shite: Cuz we're really fucking old and confuse KOTZ with KZOK for fuck's sake.

http://player.play.it/player/player.html?v=4.1.25&id=136&onestat=kzok

**Did you know that today is National Make Fun of the Handicrapped Day?

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Originally published October 17, 2008 at 7:50 AM

Tacoma Goodwill fined for worker death

The state fined Tacoma Goodwill Industries nearly $50,000 for safety violations that contributed to the death of a developmentally disabled worker.

TACOMA, Wash. —
The state fined Tacoma Goodwill Industries nearly $50,000 for safety violations that contributed to the death of a developmentally disabled worker.

The 27-year-old man, Nick Miller, was crushed April 15 by a machine that lifts trash into a compactor.

The Tacoma News Tribune reports the Department of Labor and Industries found that Goodwill failed to properly train and supervise disabled workers and failed to make sure the trash-tipping machine had emergency stop controls.

Tacoma Goodwill CEO Terry Hayes disputes the findings and says it will appeal. She says Goodwill has worked with the department in the past and inspectors did not find problems with the trash machine or ask for special accident prevention training for disabled workers.

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Police investigate gas-pipeline blast

Police are investigating an explosion targeting a gas pipeline on the British Columbia-Alberta border.

It was the second explosion targeting a gas line owned by EnCana this week.

Sgt. Tim Shields said Thursday that the explosion detonated overnight appears to be a deliberate act. He says the blast left a crater in the ground under the natural-gas pipeline, which was damaged but did not rupture.

Police say the explosion seems to be related to one earlier this week when a sour gas pipeline owned by EnCana was bombed, about 31 miles east of Dawson Creek, B.C.

Selah, Yakima County

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Seattle (or Buckland Deering some shit)

A 42-year-old woman was stabbed in the chest in a southbound car on Interstate 5 Thursday afternoon and later died at Harborview Medical Center, a police spokesman said.

A 42-year-old man, whom police believe to be the woman's boyfriend, was arrested and booked into King County Jail, said Seattle Police Department spokesman Mark Jamieson.

The woman was a passenger in the front seat of a car shortly before 4 p.m. when she was stabbed by a male passenger in the back seat as the car was on I-5 near North 92nd Street, said State Patrol spokesman Curt Boyle.

The male driver is being questioned as a witness, Jamieson said. Homicide detectives are investigating, he said.

Traffic on I-5 was backed up seven miles for about two hours while police responded and paramedics worked to save the woman's life.

All lanes were opened around 6 p.m., said Department of Transportation spokesman Sean McDermott.

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Lucky this fucker ain't got skank native cooter stashed back in Kotzebue

Man pleads guilty in smuggling case suspected drug smuggler who turned himself in after 15 years on the run pleaded guilty to money laundering Thursday morning in U.S. District Court in Tacoma.

By Noelene Clark

Seattle Times staff reporter

A man who turned himself in after 15 years on the run pleaded guilty to money laundering Thursday in U.S. District Court in Tacoma.

Frank Falco, 58, faces up to 20 years in prison and a $500,000 fine, said U.S. Attorney's Office spokeswoman Emily Langlie.

In 1992, Falco and several co-conspirators smuggled 50,000 pounds of hashish from Pakistan into Southwest Washington and then to Oregon, California and New York, according to the plea agreement.

In the elaborate scheme, Falco was in charge of distributing the millions of dollars from the drug sales, according to the U.S. Attorney's Office.

Falco and others fled to Mexico after a federal grand jury indicted several suspects in 1994, but four conspirators, including Falco, have since been arrested, according to the U.S. Attorney's Office.

In 1998, Robert Tillitz was arrested in Mexico, extradited and convicted by a federal jury in Tacoma in connection with the smuggling operation. He served more than 10 years in prison.

In April 2007, Jeffrey Warren was arrested and extradited. He pleaded guilty in January 2008 and is scheduled to be sentenced Nov. 21 in U.S. District Court in Tacoma.

Richard Harrison surrendered at the U.S.-Mexico border, pleaded guilty in Tacoma and was sentenced April 11 to 21 months in prison followed by three years of supervised release.

Falco is scheduled to be sentenced Jan. 9.

"Frank Falco was able to live free for 15 years on the profits of his illegal venture," said Arnold Moorin, special agent in charge of the Drug Enforcement Administration in Seattle. "The time has come for him to settle up with the justice system and pay for his past acts."

Noelene Clark: 206-464-2321 or nclark@seattletimes.com

Copyright © 2008 The Seattle Times Company

Excellent BBC article about Barrow's battle with alcohol.

What up G?

Fuck that sounds gay. Remind me that I'm a bleeding miserable old cunt. Not a shit talking nigger.


Top of the morning gents,

Some days I just can't believe the native village I piss and shit all over is more violent than the killing fields of the Pacific Northwest.

Ho hum. Folks are dying all around us. Boring. Kids are getting treated like aboriginal man-pussy. Yawn. Wives are gittin' beat. Now I'm interested. Nothing more satisfying than to silence shrill irritants that NEVER become pearls.

I'm thinking that tampons and pads best be laced with arsenic or Ex-Lax. Soon you'll be eating yer wives Prem-Pro to ease those painful lacerations on yer dick.

But, only will I'll know you've matured to my advanced level is when I see you purchasing Silk. You'll know what I'm talking about when you see yer poor wife fall apart in front of you. Silk is a menopausal mother's little helper. Non-detergent LOF-don't taste too awful bad neither.

Mother Nature ain't fucking fair at all. I was under the belief I'd be dead already from liver failure, lung disease or drain bramage (drink, toke LSD) Nup. None of the above. Those organs are still perty gud. So's my dick.

I'll save the Viagra for my 60th birthday, I hear mixing Levitra with meth and bong rips will turn yer dick into a day care combine. I mean a senior center corn shucker and mule skinner.

Speaking of us lads: this rapidly aging Hitler Youth, I just got back from the Samuel Simmons Infection connection and my cholesterol is 150, my bp is 112 over 72 with an EKG that displays minimal cardio vascular prison trauma and pulse round 68. Not bad for a chain marijuana smoker, heavier drinker than any mick or ice nigger and eat more mushrooms and acid than Stuart Shreve.

Yet, according to my 50,000 year old Norse DNA instructional manual, my pancreas will steadily decrease in function. Diet and exercise for the last decade kept me dead level 210 pounds and skinny. No easy matter. You try to convince a drug addicted NAZI Finn with munchies 24/7 NOT to graze constantly like a tundra monkey. As I pass the half century mark I'll be adding pills to my drug piles tweaking my A1C--trim tabbing round 6.5-7.5

That is, IF I stick to this fucked up healthy lifestyle. I miss my cigarettes. I miss snarfing PILES of good blow, chugging cold keg beer and pissing in someone else's gas tank. I miss waking up in the front yard or puking in my grow room. I also miss working against you fuckers instead of with ye. No fun working within the constraints of yer fucking narc contracts. Oops. I never read them. Drug dealer Finns are invariably slydexic and Attention...

Where was I? Oh, Silk is found in the Vagina Section at AC. It's 10W-30 donkey lube dudes. "Time to grease the cat's butt." (240 Gordy Kelly) Us old dudes cain't never wear condoms, cuz they catch fire and melt when rubbed vigorously against hardened sap. Yoy?

I had a good run on the PFD predatory run. Sold a butt load of guns, keeping the Ruger Super Dick Hawk. Single action long barrel 44 magnum my bunnik bought me, cuz she's real native. No gun? No biscuit mr. tunnik boy. Rape makes fer happier interracial marriages.

Just try to prosecute me for raping my wife. Instead of cruelty towards hookers drowned I take ALL my business home: Good, Bad and Ugly. Fuck it. I'm married which means I don't have to ask. Nor be nice about it. If I ever fooled around with yer dumber wives, you'd know it. They'd be dead.

Or in a wheelchair. So count yer blessings ye dumb fucks. Those nasty hairs on yer toilet ain't pubes, they're my whiskers. I pluck a few of my longest beard hairs and carefully place 1 or 2 on your toilet seat and lid. Ya see, I cackle evil at the phony notion that yer nugger wives shed hair like a mangy beaver.

I'm an asshole.

All us Washington shit heads like to beat and suffocate our pussy and God loves those that reach across the racial and IQ divide for a spouse. Not us niggers, our Asian/Sino/Inu derivative life support systems fer penis holsters. Dang slagger bitches married dumb with us Casper coons eh bart?

Nulik-me Finn: tall and slender and punching where it's tender. Got wood?

Squaw boys all ye. I don't pimp my ride. I pimp my wife making her sew, cook and serve as my very own personal ball washer. Fuck ye. After she chews my boots, she chews my grisle. Loveliest women on the slope, happily married, happily retired: high steppin' yeller.

That's why Squaw men wink at each other. We file down teeth with our dicks.

$20K in crowns and dental cosmetics are like GTO (gas, tires and oil) to a squaw boy like me. But it's worth it. The dark sillouette ain't my shadow, it's my Eakimo wife 20 paces behind me.

Cheers mates. Bigger noses and more boners.

"Addiiga we sure go oochuk-laq." Dean Westlake age 91. Same condom. Newer diaper.


Karla biach.


PS. Suffer as we may, at least we ain't married to any of these invading save the natives pear shaped fat cunt lesbo dike bitch-cunt white ladies.

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Alaska alcohol: Bootleg bounty?

By Stephen Chittenden
BBC Radio Five Live, Alaska

At the Barrow Distribution Centre business is brisk, and so it should be as the only place for 200 miles (320 km) where you can get alcohol.

Locals trot eagerly up the icy front steps, before emerging to struggle back down laden with cases of beer, bottles of spirits and boxes of red wine.

There is a party spirit among the steady stream of customers.

One woman is obviously pleased with her choice.

"I've got two cases of this great beer that I found, and a couple of bottles of tequila. I got just what I wanted," she says.

The drink is loaded in their trucks then driven away through the snow to their homes.

Wet, dry, damp

The Barrow Distribution Centre is a small blue-painted wooden shack which stands on stilts right next to the town's airport, a symbol of Barrow's status as a so-called "damp" town, where alcohol is neither freely available nor banned outright.

Barrow's supermarket shelves are stocked with dozens of soft drinks and juice, but alcohol is nowhere to be seen.

There are no bars in Barrow, not even in the many tourist hotels. Signs displayed in hotel lobbies warn they are Strictly No Alcohol. Guests are warned of fines up to $300 (£171) and police eviction for anyone caught breaking the rules.

There is a history of alcohol abuse among native people in Alaska, so under the State's system of local referendums many communities choose to restrict consumption.

Barrow's Police Captain Leon Boyea has to deal with more alcohol-related crime than anything else.

"Alcohol is the drug of choice on the North Slope", he says.

He explains how excessive drinking has put Alaska near the top of the US table for crimes such as domestic violence and sexual assault.

Barrow has a large native population of Inupiat Eskimos. It is neither "wet" like Anchorage, where alcohol is freely sold, nor dry like the Inupiat villages of Kaktovik, Point Hope and Wainwright where even the possession of alcohol is illegal.

Instead, drink is available only to permit-holding residents who must order it from Fairbanks, 500 miles south, before paying to have it flown into Barrow. The permits cost $50 each year, and there is an administration charge on top.

Local laws

Most of the customers at the Distribution Centre seemed to think the system works.

"I think it's right because that's what the local people have decided," said a woman carrying a case of American beer.

"That's why Alaska has local option laws, so each community gets to decide. If you go to Nome you can drink, but people here decided that rather than having no access there would be some, and I think that works."

But another said he was frustrated at the cost of the process.

"I am from the Philippines and I think Barrow should have a liquor store here. We pay $50 for a permit then we go to the police department, then to the city. Every year it's $50."

But the restrictions do not stop there, as there are strict quotas for how much each person can receive each month.

Strict but generous: each individual is allowed 4.5 litres (6 bottles) of spirits, 20 litres (26 bottles) of wine and 5 cases of beer.

Order all that and consume it in one month, and you have a serious drinking problem, according to Capt Boyea.

Don't drink it all and sell it on illegally instead, and the problem becomes his.

"The biggest problem we have here is the sale of alcohol illegally, bootleg alcohol," he says,

"You get people who have a full order, keep some for themselves, and then sell the rest. It's actually a very lucrative trade. It makes sense to buy a product like whisky for $11 and sell it for $100 and that's what you can do. You can sell it in a dry village for $150."

Domestic violence

Selling alcohol in Barrow is a felony, a criminal offence that carries a penalty of up to five years in jail.

And one customer at the Distribution Centre, who asked not to be named, laughed off the idea of widespread bootlegging.

Strict rules in public but police fear alcohol abuse is rising

"Bootlegging? It's against the law so nobody does it," he insisted.

When asked if he's certain no-one else is selling on their quota he laughs again.

"No, nope we don't sell, we don't bootleg around here, and we drink it all. All in one night. I joke."

But things may be changing for the better.

As deputy director of behavioural health for North Slope Borough Council, Gail Reed is responsible for dealing with alcohol and drug addiction.

She accepts there are major problems in the community, but has recently become more optimistic.

"I see a maturing of the community where there's less ambivalence about the harm and damage of drugs and alcohol," she says.

"There's a realisation that this is where we are, but this is not where we want to be.

"There's now honest conversation about alcohol abuse and all that goes along with that, the domestic violence, chaotic families, putting children at risk. I continue to be inspired by a vision of a healthy community."

But the police fear the opposite is the case, that drinking is on the rise and the reported cases of alcohol-related crimes such as domestic violence and bootlegging point to a serious problem.