Ellensberg, AK or Talkeetna, WA The Valley is still the city killers' dumping ground for dead dogs and horses. Bitches too.

Top of the morning gents,

Most of ye have been all over the Valley, but have you
ever set foot in Snoqualmie? Tell the truth. Everytime
I read about corpses and animals found with gaped
asses I think of all of you.

Like I said, God may love you all, I'm fucking trying
to.

Can you account for your whereabouts for the last 31
years? If you have even a single horse pubic hair in
yer trousers: yer so busted. If you are found to have
dog hair and fibers in yer groinulars, that tells me
yer from Kivilina.

Fuck I'm funny. But I never left shot horses, dogs or
natives on the roadside, just lots of dead white
bitches. You know, the coke, liquor and weed whores we
sent down the 'bimbo trap door.'

The worst drug parasites are white trash. When Dennis
or Marto ever burnt or buried really bad smelling
people up at 7-lakes, they had to cover their tracks
like forensic scientists. If they'd been shooting
white trash bitches with pig tits and domesticated
turd cutters, we could just ditch the burlap skank
anywhere between Sedro Woolley and Sea-Tac. No shit,
quite the trend back when I was growing up: blame it
on the Green River Killer or Ted Bundy. Real Alaskans.

We are forever fortunate lay persons in the ways of
espionage. And meat humping serial killers too.

Anytime you Alaskan rotfucks got stinkers nearby with
break-up around the corner, all ye are practiced at
floating ugly barrels, then shooting and sinking them
just before they got too far down the Yukon River out
of sight near Nulato.

Better'n freezing dead junky bitches in the cunnichuk
like that Shish bitch: Mary Olanna. If she's foul
enough to git shit ass drunk and mash nasties with
Kotzebue's nurse diesel and the herp queens, she
deserves the scissors in the face, hammer in the
cooter. Come on. When you scrawg dirty dicks or stank
skank in the NANA region, the pussy is always free but
yer paying with yer life, lumps on yer uterus and
blister caked rectums. In dead bitch Olanna's case,
all three.

Weird chick: goes to Kotzebue for native sex and gets
a dose of Washington pussy. Dikes fer brekky appa kye,
then a side order of post mortem rectal wreckage from
a generational retard. "Billy Howarth is gonna fry"
(Scott Wade).

Like lynching skin wasters and molesting native
children, slaughtering food chain losers and Darwinian
meat puppets is taught to children. A process of
killing that starts at REALLY young ages.

If any of ye drive up the hill outa Shoreline, I-5
south hanging east on I-90 you'll need a piss break
and a pack of fags (smokes) in Ellensberg. Head past
Aplets and Cotlets and the Fresh Pies Diner to the
Timothy and Alfalfa FOR SALE signage. At mile 32.3
follow my dad's old International Harvest pickup
through the orchards and you'll see a giant barn
melting into the pasture.

That old Ellensberg barn holds fantastic childhood
memories.

My dad saw a classified advertisement RFB-request for
bid on a whole barn filled with decent sileage grade
bailed Timothy and alfalfa hay. A WHOLE barn filled
with the shit. Dad phoned the number, put a mystery
number to paper and mailed it out.

We got high bid, so me, Cully, Grandpa Veinman and
some dude pals of my dads hooked up trucks, trailers,
beer and food, hay hooks, ropes and rifles. A carton
of cigs I understood, but don't ask me why we needed
rifles on a hay hauling mission into Eastern
Washington.

We drove across the Cascade Mountains and onto the
continental shelf and got to Ellensberg by first piss
and in time for a fag break (smoke break you moron
fuck).

Our convoy arrived at the same time as the owners whom
explained that the bales of hay were stacked all the
way to the ceiling and that there were hundreds of
feral cats and rattle snakes fortified throughout the
entire mountain of high fiber bio-mass that would soon
be horse and goat manure.

"Fuck it. Even yer mom's shitty food will make a turd"
(M. Callahan).

When we opened the barn doors and backed up the
trailers and trucks for loading, I spotted dozens of
dead cats at our feet-some eaten, others shaped like
dehydrated snake fecus.

The smell was larger than a locomotive but what
clinched my sphyncter and sucked my balls up to my ear
lobes was all the layers upon layers of dead snakes.

Seriously nasty, and I've kissed and licked a lot of
nasty: I'm from the BIA. Been there, done that and got
the T-shirt stating I lost my heart and got HIV in
Kiana, Alaska. Dude, where's my rectum?

The reason we married natives is cuz we're ignorant of
condoms and oral hygiene and ain't no law against
raping the willing. Besides, ye can't infect already
sick puppies just like us.

Okay, back to a giant barn filled to brim with cats,
snakes and hay bales.

When we tried to stab our hay hooks into bales and
load our trucks and trailers, we received interference
from rattles coiling up all around us. Hence the
reason the men brought so many rifles.

It was determined that strafing the hay with lead shot
would sicken our livestock, so the men and older boys
just started shooting boxes and boxes of brass jacket
22 and 30 carbine rounds. Thousands and thousands of
rounds too.

Me and Cully dodged beer breath and live fire filling
trash bags with shot up cats and fucked snakes. What
fascinated me was my grandpa's Latvian Special Forces
training: his shots were ALL bulls eyes, I mean cats
eyes. One center forehead shot and we'd see leaping
cats flying 10 or 20 feet straight up in the air.
Their last scream was like a siren. "Yup, it's time to
grease the cat's butt" (Gordy Kelly).

I always figured if gramps came along on a kill mish,
I'd know which niggers he picked off: they'd leap
right out of their dumpsters screeching like drunken
Induns blasted skyward buckwheats.

Quite a visual: leaking skull trauma and screeching
cats flying a mile in the fucking air landing dead for
me and Cully's mission to fill up multiple trucks with
mangy feral shit ass cats feeding clusters of
opportunistic reptiles.

No shit. As we loaded up our convoy of trailers and
trucks with hay, we also had to haul numerous
truckloads of dead cats and snakes to the burn pile.

Goddamn long day filled with lots of good cheer and
howling shitty kitties playing chase the bullet. To
speed up our killing efficiency we simply blasted all
that slithered and crept, dragging away metric tons of
good goat food, exposing more clusters of baby snakes
and hairless sick kitties. Which in turn got a fair
share of blasted violence.

In all, me and Cully filled and hauled away over a
half dozen truckloads filled with burlap sacks of
kitties and snakes. Once we accumulated a mountain of
squirming death, we poured lantern fuel all over the
bleeding fuckers, then lit it up. Now that's a smell
reminiscent of my days in the Hitler Youth. "It's an
Edmonds kind of day."

As we rode off in the sunset, me and Cully could still
make out the huge smoke plume that smelt really
aromatic and Muslim. Gag a maggot dudes.

Me and Cully were soaked in shit, soot and beat ass
tired, so we slept the entire trip back home: with our
pockets filled with dead rattler tails and cats' paws.
"Addii, stink 'laumi inukun Finns" (grandma
Magdeline).

I got hard just telling this story. Fuck it, beer for
my horses, whiskey for my men. Tether yer bitches out
back near the latrine. We're Alaskans and it's still
legal to lynch pert near anybody. Snakes, cats, dogs,
including our darky wives.

Except yer horses. That's just wrong.

When we die and go to hell, lets get together in
Alaska. Have a drink on me.

Kevin Elsberg.


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Valley is city killers' body dump

SIDE ROADS: Anchorage has fewer hiding places.

By ANDREW WELLNER awellner@adn.com

Dallas Massie, recently retired after many years as a
detective with the Alaska State Troopers, confessed
surprise the day his former cohorts discovered the
body of Mindy Schloss in woods not far from his home
on Knik-Goose Bay Road.

Surprise at the location, but not at the fact that
someone had found another body, an apparent murder
victim from Anchorage, in that part of the
Matanuska-Susitna Borough called the Valley.

"Where are they going to go in Anchorage? They'll
either go north or south," Massie said.

Neither was trooper Sgt. Craig Allen surprised. Along
with Sgt. Mike Burkmire, Allen supervises the
investigators at the Palmer trooper post, the job
Massie once held.

Anchorage police had scoured the Anchorage Bowl
thoroughly, Allen said. He concluded that Schloss, a
psychiatric nurse from Anchorage, would be found in
either the Valley or along the Seward Highway south of
the city.

Joshua Wade, 28, of Anchorage is charged in federal
court with illegal use of Schloss' ATM card after she
vanished Aug. 3. Nobody has been charged with her
murder.

Schloss, whose body was found Sept. 14, is just the
latest Anchorage crime victim found dead in the
Valley. Massie on Thursday recounted more than a
half-dozen cases from his nearly 25 years of police
work in which victims were left in the Valley, far
from Anchorage crime scenes.

It's pretty common for killers to seek out a spot they
know and are comfortable with, Massie said. He said
none has ever confessed to him of randomly choosing
somewhere to dispose of a body.

Two examples illustrate his point. When Judi Burgin
was bludgeoned to death in 1993 in Anchorage, she
wound up at Mile 81.5 Parks Highway, 10 miles north of
Willow. Massie said he later learned that the place
was near a favorite fishing spot of Carl Brown, the
man eventually convicted of her murder and sentenced
to 85 years in prison.

Terrell Houngues, 23, of Anchorage was shot to death
in 2005 on a Houston ATV trail and left there. Massie
pointed out that one of the men eventually convicted
of his murder, Mario Page, lived nearby before moving
to Anchorage.

Page was eventually sentenced in August to 90 years in
prison with 25 suspended for second-degree murder and
kidnapping. Two accomplices, Kira Gray and Tommie
Patterson, were convicted of first-degree murder in
June and August respectively. Both are awaiting
sentencing.

Then there's Robert Hansen, Alaska's infamous serial
killer, bakery owner and pilot nicknamed the "Butcher
Baker." He told investigators one of his favorite
spots to take his victims was the Knik River, Massie
and Allen said. Hansen received a 461-year sentence in
1984, having confessed to 17 murders and 30 rapes of
Anchorage dancers and prostitutes.

Massie could point to only one case he investigated in
which a killer took the victim in the opposite
direction. In 1991, Kyung Yoon murdered Amy Patrick
after chloroforming and kidnapping her from a Valley
home where she was housesitting.

Yoon eventually confessed to the crime but drank
poison in the back of a trooper patrol car the night
of his arrest and died the next morning, Massie said.

Yoon, Massie said, was more cold and analytical than
most killers, whose jangled nerves usually make them
sloppy.

Patrick was eventually found after an exhaustive
search in the Anchorage landfill in Eagle River. It
was almost the perfect crime, Massie said. Yoon had
only a fleeting connection to Patrick and
investigators almost overlooked him. And he chose to
leave her in a place where she would likely stay
hidden and to which he had no connection.

Allen is currently working on a case in which the
suspect took a body from the Valley toward Anchorage.
Over the summer, Frank Adams led police on a chase
from Palmer down the Glenn Highway that ended near the
south Peters Creek exit. In the vehicle's backseat,
police found the body of Adams' girlfriend, Stacey
Johnston. Adams has pleaded not guilty to murdering
Johnston and is awaiting trial.

Since Adams' arrest began with a police chase, "it's
not certain that (Anchorage) was the destination,"
Allen said.

Allen and Massie warned that they might be biased by
their careers in the Valley, but it appears to them
that Anchorage killers take their victims north more
frequently than south.

"Here, there's side roads everywhere," Massie said,
explaining why the Valley might possibly be a more
popular place for killers to hide bodies than the
Seward Highway, where side roads are few.

And Anchorage is a terrible place to hide someone. At
the start of his career bodies would turn up in South
Anchorage, Massie said. Development there largely put
an end to that. Few secluded spots are left within the
city.

Disposing of a body in the Valley might seem to a
murderer like putting distance between himself and
evidence of the crime.

"But the Valley is growing so fast it's kind of a
latent myth to think that the Valley is so remote,"
Allen said.

Both detectives agreed that this type of crime is
typified by a trait common to most criminals --
laziness.

"Criminals basically are lazy. Because if they weren't
they'd be working for a living instead of stealing or
dealing drugs," Massie said.

That laziness becomes apparent when bodies are found.
They are often left close to major roads, buried in
shallow graves or not buried at all, Massie said.

"Alaska is kind of, it seems like, a place that'd be
good to hide bodies," Massie said. "But they have a
nasty habit of popping back up."

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Dead ponies' owner identified

Sunday, November 4, 2007 - Page updated at 02:05 PM By
Jennifer Sullivan-Seattle Times staff reporter

A Snohomish County animal-welfare group said it has
identified the owner of two ponies found shot to death
on a rural trail near Snoqualmie on Friday.

Susan Michaels, co-founder of Pasado's Safe Haven,
said four tips led them to a North Bend-area resident.

"The horse community is a small community," Michaels
said. "Veterinarians and other horse owners know each
other."

Michaels said her group's staff have talked to the
woman who owns the nearly 20-year-old ponies and that
the woman claims she "entrusted friends to euthanize
the animals properly."

Michaels said a man and a woman were seen pulling a
horse trailer into the area Wednesday night. It is
unclear when the animals were killed.

The ponies' owner told Pasado's Safe Haven staff that
the horses had been sick. Michaels said a necropsy
will determine what they were suffering from and
whether the animals died humanely.

King County Animal Control and the sheriff's office
are investigating, Michaels said. It appears each
horse died after being shot once in the head on a
riding trail near Tokul Road Southeast, Michaels said.

She didn't release the name of the owner because an
investigation is still ongoing.

It is not illegal in Washington to kill your own pet
if it's done in a humane way. But if the ponies were
killed in a way that caused them to suffer,
prosecutors could file a felony animal-cruelty charge,
which could result in up to five years in prison and a
$10,000 fine.

Pasado's Safe Haven offered a $5,000 reward for tips
leading to the owner's identification. Michaels said
they haven't determined who will receive the money

Lights is growin' dim Tex, so learn Inupiaq before you croak.

Top of the morning gents,

Goddamned immiktuqs bug the shit outa me. I oughta
close down the Scandinavian bar. Not. The Alaska
Permanent Fund checks arrived in the mail on Saturday
and yes, every drop of liquor and crumb of marijuana
was auctioned to the highest bidder inverse to
intelligence.

No shit, ain't no sunshine for 2 months, so on our
first day of darkness, my neighbors converted to
liquid fuels. Crib Death: Double R down the pie hole,
natural gas out the stink hole and die. On my late
night hikes to go shooting, smoking and drinking I saw
a mess o' LifeGuard and LifeFlight medical transports
departing over my bakedHead and barely warmed 44.

Soilent Green dudes. I could brine and dry human
buttcheeks. Pre-diabetic fat fucks make the best
tunnik punniktuq. I'm an expert goat fucker and can
milk any job that comes my way. The rubber boots are
Scots-Highland rear leg restraints and some
animalistic husbandries can pack a lot of meat in
their cooter. Just ask me brother Tobus.

"What are you saying appa kye?" (Sara Magnum's oldest
girl Gwendolyn Ootoyuk).

Like my lineage, 'groidal type and generation, my
fellow Eskimo brethren will soon learn to pronounce
words like Metformin, Avandia, Lipitor and Lysipronil,
or was that Lysinopril. I can't read braille without
my Preparaton H.

Fact of life. Most of us take blood pressure meds,
cholesterol meds, blood sugar meds and thus, are
expressing our mutual love and heartfelt admiration
for each other. Keep taking your meds: or else yer
gonads, kidneys and eyes will start leaking. And
failing.

Otherwise yer nigger asses wouldn't be around for me
abuse the shit out of. Spock would espouse us to 'live
long and prosper' whereas I need friends like scabs:
to pick on constanstly.

Flipping shit is what reminds me of you guys. A life
without you graying gunslingers and justifiably
violent sons of birches would basically suck. Imagine
not having mUtt and jEfF to kick around any longer?

Code talk for Squish and the Sgt, or K6 muktok and
Nush. Without them four geniuses a hunnert fewer
cheekbones would be broke, fewer Indun teeth stuck in
yer hands and patrol car windows shot all to fuck.

Shoot, if it hadn't been for the Chief's or
SixKiller's well placed skeletally distorting punches,
Werneke's anus would be an inny instead of an outy and
Mike Lie's face and testes wouldn't be all crooked and
goofy looking.

To forewarn golfers of incoming missiles and drunken
monkey fuckers of impending ass kickage, simply yell,
"K-FORE 616!"

Mortality rates are cruel and actuarial tables don't
lie. The reason I laugh whenever my buddies git soaked
and croaked, eat their gun or dive under a semi truck
is cuz I'm relieving stress. Stress from the fear of
death and losing hold of the miracle of life with both
my opposing thumbs, and bicameral brain.

You fucks are lucky. I'm already dead meat and rank
excretia cuz I'm a primitive make and obsolete model.
I'm merely homo-erectus habillus all on account I got
grasping hands. And a right handsome pecker.

Wake up fucks. The only way we could be in the middle
of our midlife crisis is if we're gonna live to the
age of 80, 90 or a hunnert. The likelihood of any of
us living to see 100 is a big ZERO. Upon death, a
cross section ring count of our wooden boners likely
yields numbers WAY under 60.

Reason 1. We all grew up exposed to second hand
cigarette smoke, with rank fumes and chewing tobacco
syrup dripping down our fucking face right now as we
speak.

I grew up in a house constantly filled with my dad's
aromatic pipe tobacco smoke and anytime my grandma
Saimi was in house for cooking, cleaning and beating
me and Cully, we were fumigated with Salem Lights.

Good stuff Maynard. The first cigarette I ever smoked
was stolen from my grandma. I've since added a nasty
consumption of French Galouses (Gal-waw) cigs during
my years at university and working at Helsinki and St.
Petersburg campuses.

I've since smartened up and exchanged cigarettes for
vitamins, Ritalin and high fiber hemper dude bong
rips. I'm just like all of you: really fucking
retarded.

Children growing up with cigarette smoke in their
homes should clip a decade off their lifespans and
those of us currently smoking or chewing should
calculate pine box diving 20 years before a healthy
mongoloid's dirt nap. That goes for herb chokes too,
so our trips to Dutch cafes and Helsinki hemp bars
count double damages. I'm so fucked.

Reason 2. Y'all got waist measurements WAY over 40
inches. Belly fat is mirrored with aortic plaque
build-up.

My heaviest was pert near 300 pounds, but since
getting married Jan 23 '03, I now look like an AIDS
vicitim. Good thing my ancestors survived the plague,
thus the Nordic immunity to AIDS.

Also explains why that trigger happy fucker from
Janton, CA ain't fucking dead. Some of the pussy he's
ruined had alien acid inside-like Trudy Kenworthy
shooting ping pong balls in yer drinks.

Before you die, visit Noorvik in the winter.
Absolutely gorgeous if you can get past the cunnichuk
macaques and inbred FAS mischief.

For reasons retarded and soaked, I can't remember any
of my trips to Noorvik. Me and higbitch and Chip
Hailstone sure got fuckered up on Lysol, hairspray,
homebrew and bootleg pink cap 51. "I don't know, I was
really drunk at the time" (P. Floyd).

If I mixed enough Tang with my cans of hairspray or
Lysol, my cocktail gave me akhakitch nuvuk quagolaq
that tastes like orange flavored kikmik unnuk ice
cubes. If a dog can lick his own bottom and penis, why
not you minority dak-daks?

Can you believe this wigger speaks more Inupiaq than
all you half-beast sodomites? "It's cuz yer gay"
(Super Dad from Unalakleet).

AFN dudes: ain't fucking native. You ain't worth
doodoo till ye speak yer own language better'n me. And
I'm just a piece of worthless doodoo white trash.

Life is short, yet yer stay with long deceased
troopers is forever.

Take better care of yourselves. You're already dead
and buried and 'gone to be with the worms.' I better
take my vitamins and aspirin, as me bunnik ordered me,
"Eat your mushuk."

Karluk Immiktuq.


*Take a look at these clippings right from our
backyards.

It may be a typo, but the news service mistakenly
calls our super drunken neegro skid mark Noorvik. I've
gotten super drunk with Horace (whore ass) Field a
million fucking times: if he ain't drinking, he's
dying.

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Man struck by semi may have been drunk (ye think so?)

by Jill Burke
Sunday, Nov. 18, 2007

ANCHORAGE, Alaska -- Police say a man struck and
killed by a semi -truck last week may have been
drinking.

Horace Field, 45 of Noorvik, died after being struck
and dragged in an accident downtown last weekend.

Police say blood tests show he may have been drinking.
Toxicology tests are also being completed on the truck
diver, although police believe he was sober.

Police are reviewing surveillance footage from an FBI
building nearby to determine where Noorvik was
standing when the semi turned the corner, striking
him.

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(Honest Injun, I NEVER in my life had this much
cocaine in my house. More than a quarter pound of
crack was seized in Kotzebue)

Cocaine found in Kotzebue residence
November 16, 2007 at 10:54AM AKST
THE SOUNDER STAFF

A large amount of money and 147 grams of rock cocaine
were found and seized from a residence in Kotzebue on
Nov. 5.

The drugs and money were found by officers with the
Kotzebue Police Department, Alaska Bureau of Alcohol
and Drug Enforcement and the Alaska State Troopers,
after a search warrant was executed in the house
following an investigation into the case.

Three people were present in the house at the time of
the search. Mckyle Shumann, 25, of Kotzebue, Easter
Lane, 22, of Kotzebue and Hakim Giddins, 27, of
Anchorage were arrested.

Charges of third-degree misconduct involving a weapon,
third-degree misconduct involving a controlled
substance and fourth-degree misconduct involving a
controlled substance as well as violation of
conditions of release were filed with the Kotzebue
court.

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AK Bureau of Alcohol & Drug Enforcement

-------------------------------------------------

Location: Kotzebue
Case number: 07-99720
Type: MICS IV

Text: On 11-19-07, Kotzebue ABADE contacted Carlos
Hawley, 57 of Kivalina at a local airline, as he
prepared to depart Kotzebue en route to Kivalina.
Further investigation revealed that Hawley was in
possession of over 5 pounds of marijuana. The
marijuana was seized and Hawley was arrested and
charged with 2 counts of Misconduct Involving a
Controlled Substance in the 4th Degree.

Author: AFB0
Received Monday, November 19, 2007 3:19 PM and posted
Monday, November 19, 2007 3:50 PM

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Two Barrow men arrested, charged with burglary,
assault

Isaac W. Leavitt, 26, and Christopher R. Leavitt, 24,
have been arrested and charged after North Slope
Borough Police officers responded to a report of an
assault and burglary at the residence of Brady J.
Grimes on 4436 North Star St. in Barrow.

Investigations determined that three suspects had
entered Grimes' home in his absence, breaking out
several windows and damaging property inside the home.

Upon his return, Grimes was attacked by two of the
suspects and was later transported to the local
hospital and treated for lacerations and contusions to
his head and torso.

Isaac W. Leavitt was charged with second-degree
assault, first-degree burglary and third-degree
criminal mischief. Christopher R. Leavitt was charged
with third-degree assault, first-degree burglary and
third-degree criminal mischief.

The case is under investigation, and the police are
seeking the identity of the third individual involved
in the incident.

I have an excuse for hurting friends and family and abusing co-dealers-What's yours?

Top of the morning gents,

Just the other day, an old silver haired bush doctor
quizzed me on topics that only you lads might
understand. He's oft asks why I live ghetto rez, fuck
dark pussy, eat shit and don't die?

My retort don't even get outa my neck hole before he
cuts me off. "Most of my BIA and IHS customers are a
bit mule headed and unkempt." "It sure is nice to see
another square head 'round here."

"What the fuck is a square head?" asked the dumbest
nugger shooter in the mirror. Whereupon he declared
that my predictably bizarre communication skills of
irritation sophisticate are Finnish traits. And truly
a treat.

What a goddamn gomer. I never knew my vile opines:
sexy and racy (ipso facto sexist and racist) are due
in part to my ancestry. Fuck me in the goat ass, I
only brine my meats, shoot or butcher defenseless
animals and smell worse than any non-colored guy.
Underneath my shitty exterior is a giant albino
inukun, major labia shredder, and cunt guzzling gutter
slut.

Yup, that's perty much yer author on drugs. Same with
you buttfuckers.

As you've duly noted, I regressed to my Mark Twain
chords vocabular and hereby declare that I'm no worse
than any other bush Alaskan fuck-off and that the
rumors of my drain bramage alcoholism were vastly
underrated.

The old doc looked a little disappointed, then
proceeded to shove a needle sans god smack in me
bleeding fucking broken arm, then he shoved a goddamn
coat rack camera up me arse.

Before you go in for your annual chubby ass
colonoscopy or man breast mammogram, spend a few
months in Anvil Mountain Correctional Center. THEN
march to your primary health provider: Manure-lick
Mental Center. Just douche yer eyes, nose, ears and
mouth before you get more sicker at the walk-in
counter of your local shitty native clinic.

Oh, and wash yer bottom and penis too: be the only
clean Indun patient all day. "I ain't afraid of no
UFO's, I'm from the BIA." (Johnson Greene-KOTZ).

To prove my commitment to beavers blond and clams
pink, bearded and fair, I've added 3 new Finn biaches
from Helsinki plus that mean old fucking doc to this
blogshite: now with pert near a hunnert vile
recipients. Fuck y'all.

Come on. How many good white folks ever moved to
Alaska? Every single Caucasoidal fuck ass dick skinner
that ever come to AK is either a rapist. Or a rapist.

All by ourselves we mixed and spread the Michigan and
Kiana strains of herpes: extraordinarily painful and
stinging blisters worse than noatak pus tubes in yer
ears, taint and testes.

With snow as camouflage, them blind drunk and pickled
biscuits never even see yer dicks coming. Don't worry,
ain't none of yer GI babies got blond pussy: baby
drapes and mud flaps always match the trainer bucket.

NEVER hire a doc that knows your complete medical
history, your lineage or your professions disingenuous
and resume forgeries counterfeit. I got great
references: you shooters. "I need a gunslinger. So
there is justice on the land." (John Fogerty-CCR).

Point in fact ever so inescapable and known to both my
personal physicians in Kotzebue and here north of 70
lat: I spent more time in prison than all of you
dildos combined. I still ain't got over some sick
injuries and nasty pustulatin' infections from my last
hitch. Imagine that? (Google my name in parenthesis
like "Fred Garvin" or "Mike Hunt")

You boys have gone far too long without a good fist
fight. Yer all WAY over your punching weights and
likely ain't doled out any beat downs nor tune ups in
the last forever. Hence, the migraines, blood pressure
meds and Acyclovir fer them dern Squirrel River
blisters.

On yer dicks. "That asshole got me pregnant and gave
me herpes." (M. Hanson) No shit, when was the last
time you went to the Kotzebue dump and made shit go
BOOM. Or at least shot one of my dogs?

Ya see, you chubby dildos are smarter'n me and keep
your hands to yourself and your snot lockers clean.
Yet your hands can't never no more stink pretty from
saliva, brains nor blood. Pretty blonde pussy neither,
cuz yer all older'n shit neegros.

I've had to contain, carry and dispose a hunnert
drunken in-laws from Pt. Dope, Wainwrong, Nutsack and
the Neegro Assholes of Northwest Alaska (NANA). Unlike
you geniuses, I serve butt loads of liquor to my
wife's sibs, cuz 'tards, funny uncles and brothers
with a hard-on for baby butt pussy. If I shaved my ass
and staggered backward, I'd get more strange dick than
our dumber wives.

If any of you have gotten pissing drunk at my parties
and started up with the macho native fuck yer children
talk, I gotta quiet ye down, soil yer fresh diapers
with yer own bloody foul vaginal discharge, then drag
ye out to the dumpster. Bun's orders: kick the niff in
the cunt.

It's called ADRD: rectal dysfunction. I fail daily at
controlling compulsive and destructive behavior.
Remember, I'm the dumbass. I serve liquor to familial
ice turds and Inubriates.

Whenever asshole related natives "try be funny" with
me, I'm in there anus with a fork whilst
simultaneously finger fucking broken eggshell behind
their eye socket.

Yup, that's a prison trick I learnt at convict
college. If ye can't hack off a dudes nads or willy,
split his puny ass eye orbital with a mere finger,
albeit with torturously loud results. Don't worry, FAS
cheek spreaders only need one eye for back in parking.

Reason I know this? Next time we compare dicks or jerk
each other off, take a look at the gnarly scars the
full length of my abdominal meat stand and thorax
trash bags. Got me some ghetto mod skin decor whilst
serving a stretch at an extreme country club with
rendition staff crueler than cellmates cyrrillic.

I sold more LSD in Kotzebue than my entire 10-year
drug dealing wholesaler career in the Killing Fields
of the Pacific Northwest yet not served a single day
in an Alaskan jail. Something's fucked up here. On
many levels.

Oh yeah, I was tasked with manifold invasions
parasitic and corrosive exacerbation of existing
bootlegger corruptions indigenous. 17th century lit
meaning I work up through the afro slime taking aim at
the white people at the top. All the time.

No kidding, I need to work on my attitude. Always gets
me landed in jail. Other Euro trash have lived
peacefully with mud races and gone on to raise big
wonderful diluted half-breed 'tard families. Like your
mashing nasty parents. The most Eskimo of any of ye is
50%, the rest of yer bloody butt quantum is likely
German or some other Celt-trash wastes of skin.

Wait, ain't one of you really a Ghoulsbie? Does yer
dick smell LDS funky? Only big Swede's can chew their
own gristle and tell their wives to "go git yer own
pussy, I got mine."

Ain't none of ye are more than half mongoloid and most
of ye FAS gas-canners are only an eighth inebriate.
But yer cool, God loves ye, and I'm trying to. My
irritation arises when all them fat white cunts spooge
out babies that look like me, yet given tardupiaq
names like the Peacocks et al. "Them nulaumi always
try be native." "So dumb." -grandma mag.

We are what we are and our propensity towards violence
reflects our ancestral roots. Italian Americans are
just as violent as Italians, African Americans are
just as violent as Africans. I'm as reckless as any
Finn dick, Octuck is as dangerous as any Siberian
Mongoloid, and well, you Germanic/Briton tribal
fuckers scare me to death. Come on, SixKiller is more
dangerous and lethal than Adolph Hitler. Likely
smarter too.

I'm a failure at this Christianity gig too. Turn the
other cheek my ass, yer my new butt pussy and leaking
punching bag. Shoot first, swap ID's later.

Quoting National Geographic and Dr. Sollenberger,
Finns are more warlike than even the Maori of New
Zealand and most likely the last of the Xenophobes.
Not me, I'm different and better than yer typical
Norse fuck, I simply hate dullard humans and get wood
caressing their faces, rectals and genitals with my
hands, fists and feet. Fuck ye.

I must confess, every time I pull some dumbass stunt
or rain shit on somebody, collateral descriptors fail
ineptly. Everybody gets dirtied with my shit. You
fuckers are lying when you tell inmates I hurt people.
"Get him the fuck away from me!" "Fuck you! Get him
the fuck outa here!" (S. Lie Jr. yelling at the Galena
volunteer ambulance driver-yer author on drugs). I'm
better at filling meat wagons, than I am driving them.

Pert near a hunnert years ago back in get-high school,
me and Pim tied rope through all the exit doors to the
gymnasium. Then pulled the fire alarm. Fun, fun pep
rally for the retarded AND the injured. Our
preadolescent pipe bombs never kilt anybody. That's
what numb nuts me and Pim were. Are.

Despite decades of training from the college of drug
dealing, advanced pharmacy and metric elimination of
afro slime, I'm still trying to modify my car bombs
and pipe bombs so that only my targets and their
families shit nails and teeth.

Right about now, I better shut my mouth. I promised
bun I'd never mention the probable cause that put me
in prison line-ups and bare naked billy club beat
downs in the snow, poopy butt and all.

Trust me, you fuckers treat your inmates at the
Kotzebue Jail WAY too nice. Imagine if you hired me or
Eunice? Shit would get fucked up.

That metaphor sure went a rye. "Drink bitch!" (Sally
Melton).

Alas, only you can prevent forest fires and hairy
beaver infections. Get fucked up, be super rural
Alaskan and live by the knife. Then allow me to rip
yer lips off.

With friends like you graying gunslingers, who needs
violent laxatives and rape trauma? "In Kotzebue, ye
don't lose yer wife, ye just lose yer turn!" (Roger
Nordlum) "Shit, sometimes ye lose yer wife to her own
family" (bRaIn HigBitch).

Instant karma and we gunslingers always git fucked.
Rape victims only marry rapists. There is a God and
he's bankrolling our crimes with wages of sin.

I never knew how fucking funny smart people are. They
like us even if we got busted knuckles, scab ass and
stinky dick. Right mates, my Viking thirst for bourbon
casts its own shadow. "Adii. I feel like I'm drinking
with Jesus." (Beulah Ipalook).

Have a drink on me, I just hurt friends and family.
And I enjoyed it.

I bet you did too.

Karluk.

*Read how violent dipshit albinos behave.

---

Live by the sword, die by the knife.

Finnish Violence and Traumatic Mortality-By Dr. Mirkka
Lappalainen

"Finns are traditionally more brutal", declared the
headline in the large Swedish newspaper Dagens Nyheter
on its web page on October 13th.

DN was delving into youth violence, which has been a
hot topic of debate recently, interviewing Jerzy
Sarneck, Professor of Criminology at the University of
Stockholm.

He told a generally acknowledged truth - that violence
statistics are traditionally more grim in Finland than
in Sweden. Sarneck says that the Civil War led to the
"brutalisation" of Finnish society, and that violence
has been passed down as a legacy from one generation
to another.

The Professor is wrong. Finland has been a much more
violent place than Sweden at least from the mid-18th
century. Before the Civil War, in the 19th century,
the per capita homicide rate was much higher in
Finland than in Sweden.

Violent behaviour by Finns has been a topic of
discussion in Sweden for at least 400 years. Already
the Archbishop of Uppsala, Olaus Magnus, claimed in
his 1555 best seller Historia de gentibus
septentrionalibus ("History of the Northern Peoples")
that because of their extreme recklessness, the Finns
are not allowed to use weapons during peacetime.

Mythical stories abounded in the 16th and 17th
centuries about the bellicose and violent character of
the Finns. For instance it was told that a force of
600 Finns on skis had chased away 100,000 Russians in
one battle in the 16th century. Even the name
"Finland" was claimed to have had its origins in the
expression "fiendeland", or "enemy country".

Military prowess and violent crime do not have
anything to do with each other as such. However, in
folklore these kinds of things get turned into myths.
The brutal history of the 20th century in Finland has
given a modern tone to the old beliefs.

I must admit that the Finns' reputation as an
inscrutable, mythically rugged nation gives me a sense
of vague pride. To Swedish acquaintances who crack
jokes along the lines of "where is your knife?" I have
boasted about the Winter War - as if I had anything to
do with it.

However, I feel no national pride when I look at
statistics of violent crime. They are sad. Finland
should be a flagship of the modern world, but people
still bleed in front of village taverns just like they
did in the Middle Ages.

Violence certainly flourishes in Sweden as well, but
the general attitude toward it is much more negative
than in Finland. For that reason, youth violence has
been lifted into the headlines, and there have been
marches against it on city streets.

I cannot imagine a similar public debate in Finland,
to say nothing about street protests.

The deep currents of Finnish culture still appear to
include appreciation for taking the law into one's own
hands, and violence, as well as a certain kind of
carelessness: especially violence among young men and
those who have been marginalised is accepted as an
inevitable part of life.

Every week we Finns show that we are "traditionally
more brutal", and that is just sad.

FTW. Fuck the world. This Christmas ye best spoil yer s'elves.

Top of the morning gents,

I been spending money out my ass like "hot and cold
running dysentary" (M*A*S*H 4077th). Also, my pops
always lectured me that it's easier to clean a clean
house and a job well prepped is a job half done.

Smart fucker. So accordingly, in my old age and
advanced wisdoms I best stop acting like a complete
fuck-wad.

Let me rattle off the repairs and upgrades I stole,
installed, schemed and negotiated: then sprayed or
stapled onto this behemoth duplex artic.

*new stackable washer/dryer for Apt B-$1200
*new super cool compact flourescent light bulbs
throughout both apartments upgrading some of the light
fixtures: pitched the scorching hot small decorator
lightbulbs and socket fixtures
*replaced a large living room window-stress cracks
*complete interior paint job on the rental
apartment-bid the job out $3600
*reconditioned the carpets-multiple steam cleanings
*oiled all the woodwork
*natural gas furnace-seasonal service and repairs
*new bladders on the gas water heaters
*new filters installed in the air conditioning/air
handler
*replaced 2 loose and rusting doorknob/lock assemblies

"It's just a spring clean for the May Queen"
(Plant/Page) and I got nothing but 66 days of darkness
ahead of me, so I blast Christmas toonage and do more
chores.

http://www.mikesradioworld.com/xmas.html

With pert near free utilities, everyday is Christmas.
There's a little known fact that I enjoy the cheapest
natural gas in the entire country and the cheapest
electricity in the entire state. Fuck me in the goat
ass, only a fool would buy heating oil, gasoline or
diesel.

About half the automobiles on the Slope are fitted
with CNG tanks: warm up on gasoline $5.00/gal then
switch over to CNG 80 cents/gal approx. Every new car
made has automatic tuning adjustments (spark timing
and cam lobe adv/ret, fuel injectors) for variable
octanes, fuel type, temperatures, and workload so why
not tear up the tundra with natural gas and save the
petrol for you zeroes down South.

Instead of crushing, chopping and snorting piles of
Viagra or Cialis, I just take a look at my utility
bills. Instant wood dudes: big and fat Mr. Wobbly with
the thought that my utility bills are pert near an
eighth of yours.

"Addii, big kuku" (Fanny Howarth). I ain't the only
person in the whole world that goes sleep raping
instead of sleep walking. Dude, where's my pants?
Whose false teeth are these, and why are they gagging
on my grisle?

Laura Frankson always keeps an eye out for me, but I
gotta put it in soft. Ever skull fuck an old bag? Them
ain't halos, they're steering wheels. No runs, no
drips, no errors.

Fuck I'm funny. At least I didn't pork Bob Douglas'
gimp boy in the feeding hole in his head. Now if any
of you graying gunslingers go in for surgery, we could
pop a few stitches and do a Ted Bundy on yer ass.

Christmas toonage keeps my mind straight, my back
limber and keeps me from going berserk: just like all
yer goddamned clients, customers and prisoners. I bet
the Sgt, Squish plus yonder OCS dildos got their hands
full right 'bout now.

As my Inupiuqe 'skimo neighbors go native during the
holiday season I merely wish them a happy welfare and
merry food stamp. I'm not smart enough to work the
poverty system and don't have any niggupiaq blood in
me: at least since breakfast. I just work all damn day
thus my failing to git niggy wit it. I'm such a
fucking Finn.

We just completely refabbed apartment A to brand new
luster then signed in a plumber dude from Anchorage.
We kept the place vacant for a month losing 30 days
worth of rents ($1250.00), but the place now looks
fucking killer.

The rents go directly towards the mortgage, insurance
and property taxes. Instead of dirtying my bank
accounts, I divert all ill-gotten gains and crooked
dollars into utility bills, maintenance, upkeep and
repairs. And trips to visit retarded coppers in
Shitbanks. Dirty money from illicit gun sales can only
be spent: easy come, easy go. I even consult you lads
on brand name, models and calibers, and y'all have
handled most of the guns I sold. Ain't no secret
there.

I've made a FEW mistakes in my gun dealings.

I sold a box of 6 Tech-9 machine pistols to the gooks,
slopes and dinks running Bayside and Mario's. Cheap
chinese shitty 9mm ghetto mod sissy guns. Ye can bet
yer dick they were out of state within a half dozen
sphincter clinches.

I sold a 44 special to Mark Essert, a kid in the biz
minor undergraduate program at UAF. He and his buddies
were chuggin' brews and horking bong rips at
Earthquake Park in Anchoragua. Yup, there was more
than 3 wiggers in a car. They were doing drugs and
playing with a loaded revolver.

The gun went off thus listing a gun fatality to my
conscience. On top of the shotgun I sold Edward Wayne
Henry. "Hey man. Nice shot." (L. Downing).

I'm pretty sure Sheila Romaine ate somebody else's 44
magnum. I worried shitless until Higbitch found my
gun. Goddamned drunken Irish dumbass (redundant?)
forgot that he took it to a party. When he finally
returned the damn gun, it smelled like salmon cruncher
biscuit. Or maybe brains.

You guys remember that 357 I showed you last winter in
Kotzebue? I sold that to Peter Williams, a felon who
then took it to a party at the Brower's house. Freddy
was on probation and not allowed to drink alcohol nor
chase a party outa the house and into the street with
loaded firearms carried by loaded ice nigger convicts.


I never learn. Way to go Karl.

Fuck it. There's gold in them thar hills: odd gun
sales, mondo fleece sales and lawful sales of items I
can't remember nor recall. With such selective memory
y'all can call me 'bitchwerker' or Mr. Mom cuz my
memory doesn't grasp anything remotely felonious. No
shit, my mind is that of a woman's: just like Joe
Garroutte. I change my mind as often as I pitch toxic
tampons into my neighbors dog lot.

All my crimes occurred before the stroke and after my
menopausal ovarian rot and drop. Note to my readers:
you ain't got a clue what changes yer cranky wives are
now experiencing.

It's okay to kill a bitch over menopause. In Alaska at
least. Some herbal and vitamin supplements alleviate
some symptoms, as do the hormone boosters like
PremPro. The best cure for menopause is time. As in
time spent in foreign countries. Ya see, the mad
women's club requires a passport, lots of liquor and
brass knuckles for your fucking dick.

The bleeding hut doesn't help much, cuz even mean old
ladies can't stand bitches on the rag. Plus Eskimo
culture usually banished or ate their barren blue
hairs. Hence the comforting myth about Two Old Women.

Sure. Do ye fucking really believe them old Inuit
naggers survived and the fresh meat dad just brought
home is really chicken of the tundra. Code for old
pussy caulq and seal oil on a grill.

"Even if there were no God. We'd be forced to create
one." (J. Lennon). I like myths that tell a good tale,
the truth is always shit. Wake up fucks. How many more
dead babies, dead drunks and dumpster solid grannies
do we gotta thaw, straighten then re-freeze for
viewing?

Eternal optimist ain't I?

Been a damn fine 3 decades mates. From running crack
houses plethora in Mountlake Terrace to cutting down
hangers, shooting dogs up the ass and loading the meat
wagon destined for ER mastery vintage Troxell and Jan
Shackles.

I seen all ye smoking cigarettes to cancel gag reflex
heavage, plus it smells a fuck lot better. As long as
you old cops keep jailing the likes of Richie Reich,
Machine Gun Tony, and my niece's slackmaster loser
boyfriend, y'all won't git no more corpses to process.

My money is on the side of birth defects. There is a
retard born every minute. Wake up fucks. Take look at
all yer friends. Better yet, take a look at all the
genius Einstein's we married into. Jesus fuck. It
takes a whole village to reach the 100 IQ mark.

We coulda been born bright ye know. Goddamned grunts
is us. Married to dark-skinned aborigines that treat
us worse than natives. Can you guys even remember the
last time you defrosted and seasoned some damn fine
and tasty young white pussy?

Me neither.

One way to make this appallingly painful point of fact
more bearable: repeat what my wife tells me, "All
white girls got AIDS." Super Dad from Unalakleet oft
reminds me that "white chicks' pussy sure smell
funky."

I've made these my mantra. Helps keep me from crying
spontaneously.

Next time you start gittin' flashbacks of naked white
girls, march yer stinky donkey into the nearest native
bar. Look around, take a deep breath, the go home and
strangle yer mangler.

You boys have a good weekend, I gotta go get some new
gun magazines. To jerk off to.

Karluk.

Abortion rights, free birth control: how cool? Alaska is a predator's paradise. Poach on dudes, but my daughter will castrate ye with bare hands.

Top of the morning gents,

I'm pleased as punch. Whatever that means. I gotta
'skimo chick that will soon be called "soldier."

No dickheads, bun ain't signed up for military
service, Sara Magnum is. Is that kewl or twat?

If you remember way back to the early 90's, Ken Hall
put up $500.00 as inducement for Herb Allen and Turd
Natives Inc. to take a baseball bat to bun or Sara.
That started my habit of carrying firearms whenever I
smelt natives: and white nigger druggies.

After much maturation and wisdoms resisted the little
girl that hiked all over arctic hell and back with a
tall alcoholic finally got married to the father of
her children, returned to academics and uniformed
physical abuse. Plus her marital and military duties
drew her way down Mexicali/Tejas way. It looks like
all the boxing gloves and 100+ mph driving lessons
will pay off: she's enlisted in Military Law and
Police. See a pattern anywhere?

Ya see, in Texas a phone call to heaven is a local
call. Buy that bs? Me neither. All I know is hell
froze over and I'm forever trapped in it. Here with
you graying gunslingers. But at least I get to pitch
news that Sara Mag finally got married and dragged her
UAA accounting certifications and
internships(NANA/Colt) towards army officer candidacy.
Weird, it took me till 1/23/03 to get married and I'm
pert near fifty beat to shit years old, and the Magnum
child gits hitched AND recruited into overseas wartime
action: at half my age.

I'm guessing that Sara is just as mean as Mamie Reich,
not shy to crush a testicle or larynx with her elbow.
The heel kick to the sternum made my chest click tween
me lungs when I cough on a bong hit.

Sara mullik me all over narc land arctic. She's seen
me snarf down piles of damn good cocaine, choke
bonfires of pine chron, drink like a fucking native
and do drug transactions wired. She tagged along to
Ken Hall's, Burnor bucket camp Mills, Eddy Larson's
and Rick Carlson's up the Hatcher Pass and even
Mountain View with some immikagoonas.

This is the stupid part. Because bun is way too
native, I made Sara drive for me whenever I was
piffed, drank, charred, baked or soaked. Perty much
all the time since it's a proven fact that I only
partied once in my entire life.

And it started 31 years ago. Fuck ye, eskimo drivers
no survivors.

Me and magnum stuffed the coolest homemade scarecrows,
hung 'em in trees alongside the Deshka road and raced
by at top speed in mom's Cadillac shooting the piss
outa our stuffed targets. Drive-by practice for
minority children. Namely Eskimo girls adopted by a
full blown narcopath armed to the teeth, but way too
drunk to drive. Besides, I always spilt bong water all
over my dick.

Good ingredients biaches. I took a third world
dark-skinned aboriginal girl rescued from a shitty
remote mining and resource extraction colony, and
taught her to drive like me. The idea of teaching her
to shoot from both windows sounded like a good idea at
the time. "I don't know. I was really drunk at the
time" (P. Floyd).

Oh yeah, I also shipped her to Seattle for 15 years.
During her hiatus at the Ewing household she took
private music lessons, some basic karate and boxing,
horseback bullcrap and drove my parents ALL over
Washington State, just like 'Driving Miss Daisy' but
with 2 prunes riding bitch. Sara even drove numerous
times across the state to Spokane, Pullman and the
folks' 52 acre spot way up in rural Idaho. Sara spent
over 15 years total way south for intense training,
orthodontics and kicking white trash ass.

Now pay attention. This is striking because I only
spent 4 years of my life in Kotzebue. Bet you didn't
know that did ye?

Think about it. Yer in daily telepathy with me for
almost 20 years and I probably only sat face to face
with you maybe a hunnert times. The reason you're
always on my mind is cuz I talk to ye every fucking
day.

I ain't fucking 'round. I only pissed away 4 years of
my life slogging in pussy that smells like beef rot
and food that stinks like fish--on mongol ghetto spit
and peninsula kikiktardrunt.

See fuckheads? Honest and open communication builds
healthy, long-term relationships. That's so gay. I can
always find an internet cafes nordic, campus computer
labs baltic to send you my very best. My missives
frequent and touching are because I care so deeply
about how yer all doing. Go fuck yourselves.

Pay no attention to a man that's more crooked than his
house and more fowl than a yard full of kuktaq, unnuk
and sprayed ittik paint. And you let him brag about
his Siberian Mongoloid Inu-daughter that wears pert
near more money in teeth than her fish eater mum's
psychiatric and emergency room expenses.

During our magnum's years away at numerous rich bitch
schools and trust fund finishing academies, she also
underwent maxilofacial procedures. That's code talk
for major facial reconstruction. The beatings I doled
out never quite healed, so I had to cut out a check
for almost 15 years of extreme makeovers fer a salmon
cruncher. "Our land, our people unite, so let's drink
a case of Lysol and beat the piss outa my old lady"
(P. Lonewolf).

Fuck I'm funny. If the Mrs. didn't edit this tripe
towards the poetic, you'd really read stupid shit. I
dare say yer wives would gush walking rice out both
holes if they read my dim wit. Not mine, she's my
beloved editor with a flair for psychological
violence. She's native.

Of course I don't hit my family, cuz if I do, I'll
start catching Tom Peters, Mike Lie or John Erlich in
our wive's beds. Stand any flock of NANA biaches on
their heads: they'll all look like sisters. Besides my
family won't let me. If I have any gun accidents or
misplacements of my dick, she skoal me "I'll knock you
down and hit you in the head with a rock."

God bless brevity Inupiaq. I'm scared too. Sara is
meaner'n Mamie Reich whom put a heel in her husbands
rectum, grabbed a handful of hairy potato gonads and
plucked them off.

"She had his balls in a vice, but she left the dick."
"I guess it's still hooked on, but it shoots too
quick" (F. Zappa). Boy can still piss like a race
horse, but his pasture days are over and a slew of
faggots insist on committing suicide by kicking the
honey bucket and hanging themselves in his garage.

Yoy. Come to bush Alaska, drink native and cut down
hangers. I'm cool with the idea that I'm dying all by
myself long after you boys ship out. I got too many
chores to do and I ain't done writing "The Care and
Feeding of Elderly Eskimo Women."

Something wrong with this universe. Untold millions of
ovum are neutralized with distilled pregnant mare
urine (Premarin) and 4,000 babies a day get the pith
and shop vac cunt suck (abortion).

Life is so precious and ought not be wasted upon the
stupid. Like me. All of us fuckers have lived too
fucking long.

I'm pert near 50 and I can out run all the kids on my
reservation. Runt fuck rez kids can kiss my pockmarked
Scand-Indun ass. But only if they can catch it.

Wussies: all ye. Meet me out on the ice shelf. Have
gun, will travel.

Karluk. Retard padre of the infamous Magnum.

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Saturday, November 03, 2007

Alaska high court strikes down state abortion consent
law-Nick Fiske at 10:05 AM ET

The Alaska Supreme Court ruled Friday that the
Parental Consent Act, a state law requiring parental
consent before pregnant teens under the age of 17 can
have an abortion, violates the teens' constitutional
right to privacy.

Writing for the majority in a 3-2 decision, Chief
Justice Dana Fabe [official profile] said: The State's
asserted interest in protecting a minor from her own
immaturity by encouraging parental involvement in her
decision-making process is undoubtedly compelling. But
by prohibiting a minor from obtaining an abortion
without parental consent, the Act effectively shifts
that minor's fundamental right to choose if and when
to have a child from the minor to her parents.

Fabe suggested, however, that a law simply requiring
parental notification without consent would probably
be valid.

The decision is the product of an initial suit filed
by Planned Parenthood of Alaska against the state that
began in July 1997. In 2001 the Supreme Court affirmed
a trial court decision granting summary judgment to
Planned Parenthood and remanded the case for further
proceedings to determine the constitutionality of the
Parental Consent Act pursuant to an opinion which had
extended the privacy clause of the Alaska Constitution
to minors. The Anchorage Daily News has more.

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Fighting for affordable contraceptives

by Jennifer Zilko
http://www.ktuu.com/Global/story.asp?S=7275855
Saturday, Oct. 27, 2007

ANCHORAGE, Alaska -- College health centers have
traditionally been able to offer affordable birth
control to students, but many students got sticker
shock when they went into the campus health clinic
this fall.

Many students at UAA and around the country are
finding out that contraceptive costs are starting to
double, triple and even quadruple, the reason for the
increases, one small sentence change in Medicaid
rules.

Amber Sawyer is fighting for a cause that affects many
of her friends, affordable birth control at UAA.

"Almost every woman I know gets her birth control (at
the clinic,)" Sawyer said.

For years, college health centers have been able to
offer students low cost contraceptives.

But after Congress signed the Deficit Reduction Act in
January, that all changed.

The act changed the language in Medicaid rules, which
in turn ended the incentive for pharmaceutical
companies to give big discounts to colleges and other
low cost health centers like Planned Parenthood.

Some of the incentives for pharmaceutical companies to
give big discounts were keeping customers on the birth
control long after they left college and that
discounted contraceptives didn't count against the
drug makers in a formula that calculating rebates they
owed states to participate in Medicaid.

Mary Anne Wilson is the director of the UAA Health and
Counseling Center.

"The effect now has been previously we were able to
offer contraception for $6 a month to students, and
the cost for example for the Nuva Ring, for example,
has risen to $37 and other name brand contraceptives
have risen to $54 a month," Wilson said.

Sawyer said the increase puts birth control out of
reach for college students.

"I don't know anyone who's paying for their education
that can afford that type of increase," Sawyer said.

According to Sawyer and Wilson, the simple answer to
the problem, is to change the language to reinstate
the exemption, something Sawyer said Congress still
hasn't done.

"My biggest concern is that Congress isn't taking it
seriously," Sawyer said.

Until Congress does take action, consumers will pay
the price.

Calls to Sen. Stevens and Sen. Murkowski's offices
were not immediately returned.

Muslims got the right idea. They immediately execute gimps, perverts and sick puppies. Just like me. Happy All Hallows Eve.

Top of the morning gents,

Fuck my back is killing me.

For each and every action, there's an equal and
opposite reaction and I been up to my dick in red shit
butchery. All for really old fucking people I never
met, nor will never know. As the Chief commented,
"sounds like a lot of hard work" and I'm likely the
only chump ass that visits the Chiropractor twice
monthly.

Like I said before, I work way too hard and there
ain't no valhalla fer Finns, just awakening to the
same chores: forever. You fat fucks won't understand.
Cop work is fer girls. Bitchwerk unfit for criminally
impaired gonadular structures dangling from hunters
nor gatherers. Besides, KPD/AST/ABADE would never
hired no rapists nor molesters.

My dick.

Ass kicking whale harvest this Fall with a bonus stack
of walrus that hauled out onto our beach. And got shot
to piss. I been cutting foul slop for a fucking
fortnight thrice, washing bloody butt munchies and
freezing non-tunnik nickipaq. My tarpal cunnel flares
worse than wire through my course scrotum canvas, but
clears up in short order. After I get bloody, messy
and hard.

Instead of shipping buttloads of the stinkiest meats
and blubs I ever fucked and shucked, I oughta stuff
all our deceased yet still snuggly elders: like dolls.
Instead of burying our cultural treasures we should
stuff 'em. No shit, we could dehydrate my gramps,
pack him with styrofoam, shellac his bottom and penis,
then market this rad wrinkled punching bag as a cuddly
scarred teddy bear in the berserk characature of short
ass runts and dumb old river rats.

I'll buy a shitload for you guys. You know, to use as
sex dolls. Get even attigignik style. I know a rapist
extraordinare when I see one and I know you swinging
dicks would tap that dehydrated granny midget ass and
gape tanned silver whiskered clam in a Kotzebue Day
Care minute. "If nobody's looking" (M. Python).

Fuck boundries on bad language, we could go one step
further. Our children could stuff and pack us, but the
little peckerheads'd run out of stuffing. Fer yer
dicks.

We can't lie to ourselves and all us miscreants have
fucked some foul sphincters and rasty rectums. Shit, I
personally know some of yer truly retarded ex-wives,
ugly bastard children and chuckle at the thought you
got drunk, hard and cracked the seal on all sorts of
aboriginal crotch pockets.

Too far?

Nup. Some of ye are cackling evil at decisions the
rest of us have made. With our dicks.

Okay, I'm only kidding. Besides NEVER monkey fucking
any gimps, natives nor senior citizens, I never layed
hands on another human, never touched a firearm nor
consumed any drugs or alcohol. Yer so fucking thick,
touch me I'm sick.

I'm just more native than all of ye, and it makes me
shit watery green piss. In the last 5 years, I fucked
and shucked more dead sea mammals than any y'all. Wake
up fucks. My Siberian Mongoloid wife says that I'm not
just white, I'm SUPER white. I'm even whiter than
Casper, pert near translucent inside dark pussy, and
glow in the dark when I'm hard.

But I can cut and pack meats like no other aboriginal
grandmother fucker, and I follow the directions and
got adult supervision: my Siberian wife.

Last mondo shipment, fer yer fucking information: we
launched a buttload to our blessed Agent Octuck's
place yonder gas-can soils. He's been delivering
native foods all over Shitbanks, with AFN visitors
from the NANA region thus triggering the holiday
season. We snagged old Cyrus and Viola Norton as they
flew from Wainwrong and Nutsack (Nuiqsut) back to the
ghetto Kikikniggruk: gnarley block pink and black.

Oh, we also pegged blocks of bowhead freeze treats to
some folks in Selawik. Who were these folks bun? Oh
yeah, Emma and Ralph Ramoth. I ain't never met 'em,
but when bunnik says to load a freight box, cab down
to Frontier (Front & Rear) and ship some blessed
shrunken Inukuns endangered species eats: I fucking do
it.

Yup, I'm bragging. All on Indun time. Eedee-Ghee.

If you fuckers weren't so niggardly (Websters: cheap,
small minded) in your earnings and education, you too
could invade shorter alien cultures, mimic their
disgusting sexual norms Alaskan: and be just like me.
Neener Neener Neener. Super Dad from Unalakleet swears
I'm more native than you are.

Laugh it up faggots. That's perty fucking gross.

With serial rapery and murder-all subchump nigerians
programmed into human DNA, I thought every man alive
would snag a stash of date rape drugs before me and
Nasruk executed some bitchin' warrants. And I snagged
a shitload. Took me years to use all that shit up
throughout the women's dorms on the UAF campus.

Safe sex? What are you talking about?

Safe sex. Now that's a joke, our generation don't know
what a condom is for besides water balloons. Besides,
I'm guilty of doping whole harems with spanish fly and
GHB alcoholic suppliments and no girls fucking died,
but their really goddamned handsome abortions sure
did. I must've dragged my dick to the clinic a hunnert
fucking times.

Like my brother Cully stated, "I fucking hate short
pussy." And in concurrence, Pim declared "how fun is
it to only get HALF yer dick wet? Besides, I only eat
my own sperm." I calculate my odds of sending and
receiving STD's were 7 out of 233.

Cereal rape fer brekky appa kye? Okay, maybe a couple
uterine pairs died. What would I tell any human with 2
black eyes? Fucking nothing, I already told 'em twice.


Where was I? Muslims got the right idea.

Since I look so much like Jesus, I never gettoo pour
diesel on angry cunts and then hork a bong hit o'
Cully bud whilst burning dark hair pie more stoney
than Dakota ditch weed or Nebraska no-high.

Alaska natives still engage in infanticide.
Suffocating baby girls under the funny guise of Sudden
Infant Death Syndrome. Oh darn, we lost the one with
no kookoo. Fuck it, if it lives, I can always nuulik
the little midget.

Looking at the mean cunts that survived rural Alaska's
super duty fecal alcohol syndrome makes this Finn wish
MORE babies with biscuits got choked off like a
pinched loaf.

I gottoo go chuke.

I can't believe Dave Craig called me a squaw boy.
Serial rapist or oochuk boi maybe, but not squaw boy.
The reason I don't date women my own age, is cuz they
look just like my grandmother. Or so I 'splained to
MickFuck Craig.

I could make all ye as sick as me, but it'd likely
kill ye. And zap the piss outa yer electricity bill.

You graying gunslingers best smoke my shit with
tombstone titular: AK Raper #1. Blending sound
pharmacy and cervical concussions into a rather nasty
crime scene and forced genetic masterpiece. Halloween
fucks me in the goat ass.

Way back when I was a child in prison, the other kids
called me Powder.

You can call me Fred Garvin.

-

PS. Alaska could learn a few lessons from the European
Union, they're outlawing fucking everything, 'cept
weed and prostitution. Muslims, like natives outlaw
alcohol but embrace honor killings on young and old
pussy.

You obviously haven't heard the news. The EU has
outlawed all chewing tobacco. You can use my dick as
an oral replacement.

I'm such fucking Euro trash in tard clothing.

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EU fines Åland over smokeless tobacco

The European Union is imposing a fine on the
semi-autonomous Åland Islands for violating the
European Union ban on the sale of smokeless tobacco.

The European Commission decided on Tuesday to impose a
significant fine on the province.

In May of last year the Commission noted that the
practice violates EU legislation, and the total of the
fine grows with each day that Åland fails to comply.
The sum now stands at more than two million euros.

After the decision, the province was given the task of
preparing a law that bans the sale of the moist
smokeless tobacco known as snus. The aim is for a
legislative proposal to be ready when the new
provincial government takes office in November.

Sweden is the only EU country in which the sale of
smokeless tobacco is permitted; when Sweden joined the
EU, it was given special permissison to keep its snus
tradition. In spite of the ban that is in force in the
rest of the EU, sale of the product has continued on
board passenger ships registered in Åland.

Commissioner Olli Rehn says that the size and special
status of Åland was taken into account when setting
the fine. If Finland as a whole had been considered,
the fine would have been much higher.

Rehn also said that he hopes that the new Åland
government would ban the sale of smokeless tobacco as
soon as possible.

The final amount that Åland will have to pay will be
set by the European Court of Justice. It could take a
year before a decision comes.

If Åland still fails to obey the EU law, the fine is
set to increase many times over.

Violations of EU health legislation tend to incur
rather large sanctions. An aggravating circumstance in
Åland’s case is that the violation has continued for a
very long time.

Åland and Finland have an agreement according to which
Åland pays its own EU fines.

"God bless us all, everyone." (Tiny Tim-Christmas Carol) Cuz we're gonna fucking need it.

Top of the morning gents,

In the middle of tasty piles of corrosive corruption,
fresh steamy JewNo fecus and palin piles half-wit, we
got all kinda life abbreviating shit simmering.
Homicides galore and cold necrophelia gore prosecuted
by cold case investigators and retarded troopers
"y'all mite bemember."

One of the lead investigators in the Linehan Black
Widow murder and love triangle: the Hope, Alaska
homicide investigation was lead by one of yer buds,
barts, ilyas and ummas...Wake up fucks. Dallas Massey.


This case involves a soccer mom from Olympia,
Washington who now has been convicted of sexually
manipulating her varied lovers to kill each other for
life insurance monies. On top of a life sentence of
lesbian incarcerate, she'll also see insurance fraud
paper filed with her parole review. A hunnert fucking
years from now.

You boys got exposed to some excellent coppers. Sort
of impossible to compare Old Guard dicks with current
detachment management. Amen?

Sgt. Von Clausen was also a mean bitch of a
supervisor, but how can you argue with fossils from
yonder past that solved big historical cases like the
Butcher/Baker serial killer: Robert Hansen.

During a late night smoke sesh with prevailing
temperatures pert near 40 below with winds shaking my
fucking house just down fifth (750 ml) Avenue in
Kotzebue, my stoner dude Robert Evak waxed fondly
about a cellmate and cribbage partner with the name of
Robert Hansen.

No shit. As he shovelled out piles of ultra-premium
grawler white caterpilars, Evak spun a tiresome yarn
how he and serial killer creepy bitch licker got such
a rush and rager of a hard-on after gittin' a nut
inside a dying bitch's cooter. Following the advice of
Ted Nugent, Robert Hansen and did indeed, "Come a load
and drive it home."

Alaskan rapists like Hansen and Billy Howarth ain't
much akin to Citizen X, just cannibalistic. Not quite
necrophelia, just fucking someone to death. Spoogin'
when she shoulda been dying.

Serial killing for butt-pussy is simply too much work.
I don't get it. To git my rocks messy, I just rope up
spastic mini-limber gimper dudes, wait for a seizure,
climb on board like a goat fucker, then cut the ropes
loose. Yeehaw.

No mattter how stimulating, don't fixate on that last
thought, you'll have to find someplace private to fuck
yer hand.

"The best thing that ever came out of a penis is all
the wrinkles." (Capt. L. Wallace) Now that's one mean
son of a bitch, but I'm quite fond of his ill humor.
Imagine that.

Long after you graying gunslingers die, retire or eat
a gun fer brekky, I'll shamelessly foist yer crippled
broke ass to pert near fucking sainthood too, so bite
my dick.

In the meantime and while yer still sucking God's air,
I'm gonna pound yer shit as masculinely as possible.
You little fucking queers.

"Lang may yer lung reek." "Cheers mates." --One of my
dickheaded Brit pal's stupid ancient Scottish Toast.

Marine hard-core abuse is such a wonderful method of
maintaining life long friendships with you assfuck:
than so much faggish male bonding.

"If I was a good man, I'd talk to you more often than
I do." (R. Waters-P. Floyd).

See what I say? "My lane is straight, but my house
ain't." Sayeth the crooked man.

Karl.

PS. We ain't crazy, just the world. At least in
Alaska.

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Body was dismembered, placed in freezer

Associated Press - October 23, 2007 12:34 PM ET

ANCHORAGE, Alaska (AP) - Police say a man was killed
with a frying pan, and then his dismembered parts were
bagged and place inside a freezer.

More grisly details have emerged in the weekend death
of 38-year-old Terry Lee Jackson.

A woman who shares an apartment with her grandson
opened the freezer Saturday and found the body parts
Saturday afternoon.

Police have issued a murder warrant for the woman's
grandson, 22-year-old Elmer Seetot. They claim the
murder happened after the two men drank and fought
Friday night.

The grandmother, Ruth Seetot, told police she went to
bed early Friday night because she hadn't been feeling
well, but woke up when her grandson came in. The next
morning, she told police her grandson was still there,
but was crying and was upset.

According to an affidavit, he told his grandmother, "I
accidentally killed Terry."

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Freezer body suspect still missing-Daily News staff

Published: October 23, 2007

Elmer Seetot, 22, remains on the run this morning,
according to Anchorage police.

Seetot is accused of killing a friend, Terry Lee
Jackson, with a frying pan after a drunken fight
Saturday, then cutting him up and putting the
dismembered body in a chest freezer at his
grandmother's home.

Police have an arrest warrant charging him with
second-degree murder.

Seetot is described as an Alaska Native male, about 5
feet 9 inches tall, weighing about 200 pounds. He was
last seen wearing a black jacket, blue jeans and white
tennis shoes with no laces.

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Former stripper convicted in fiance's murder
History of manipulation a factor in verdict

By MEGAN HOLLAND
mholland@adn.com

Published: October 22, 2007
Last Modified: October 23, 2007 at 04:38 AM

Jurors in the murder trial of Mechele Linehan returned
a guilty verdict Monday afternoon against the former
exotic dancer turned PTA mother accused of conspiring
to kill a fiance in 1996.

With her husband and lawyer beside her, Linehan stood
unflinching as Judge Philip Volland read the decision
to convict her of first-degree murder. Her husband,
Colin Linehan, normally a stoic figure, slumped when
Volland said "guilty." Other family and friends
started to cry.

Linehan, 35, faces a minimum sentence of 20 years up
to a possible maximum of 99. Volland set sentencing
for Jan. 25.

After the verdict was read, Colin Linehan knelt beside
his seated wife and buried his head in her shoulder.
Guards allowed the couple a final embrace before
taking her from the courtroom in handcuffs.

Linehan's co-defendant, John Carlin III, was convicted
in April, also of first-degree murder. Prosecutors say
the pair conspired to kill Kent Leppink for a $1
million life insurance policy payout, not realizing
Leppink had removed Linehan as the beneficiary days
before his death.

Carlin and Linehan maintain their innocence.

"God is good, one more time," said Leppink's mother,
Betsy, as she walked away from the courtroom. "I guess
we are just going to go on, make it a new beginning."

The Leppink family also issued a written statement:
"We firmly believe that 'Our God Reigns' and has
blessed our family with the services of the finest of
Alaskan people." The letter thanks the Alaska State
Troopers and prosecutors, among others.

"It was the right decision," said prosecutor Pat
Gullufsen. "I think the evidence was there. And it's a
long time coming. But I think that we are where we
need to be. We have both of them convicted now. It's
just a question of what the sentence will be."

Gullufsen said it would be premature to reveal his
sentencing recommendation for either convicted
defendant. Carlin is scheduled for sentencing Nov. 9.

CIRCUMSTANTIAL EVIDENCE

The prosecution won over two juries using primarily
circumstantial evidence in the 11-year-old crime.

Outside the courthouse, Christine Eagleson said she
and her fellow jurors were convinced beyond a
reasonable doubt by e-mails exchanged between the
defendants and the victim.

"If you take one of those e-mails alone, then it
doesn't have the same impact it does when you stack
them up like you would stack bricks. And, I think when
that happened, you ended up building something really
large and, I think, undeniable," she said after the
verdict.

Eagleson said a note left by Carlin and Linehan for
Leppink to find a week before his death, apparently
intended to lure him to Hope, was a significant factor
in the guilty verdict. Leppink's body was found May 2,
1996, shot three times near Hope, 90 miles from the
home he shared with Linehan and Carlin.

Jurors also noted with displeasure that Linehan
engaged in "a lot of visual dagger shooting" at
certain prosecution witnesses during the trial,
notably former stripper colleague Lora Aspiotis,
Eagleson said.

Jurors took a first vote on Wednesday, shortly after
they got the case, Eagleson said. They were divided
six to six -- six undecided and six guilty.

The prosecutor's case "was well presented. And we
looked for the balance of that on the other side and
it just wasn't there," said juror Sherry Slade.

The three-week trial was full of details of how
Linehan, who was 23 at the time, manipulated men for
money. The defense did not dispute that but said her
bad behavior when she was younger did not make her a
killer.

But Linehan's life as an exotic dancer played a role
in the jurors' decision. "When ... you were soliciting
yourself to be attractive sexually in all those ways
-- you were soliciting yourself in that manner for
money -- that all goes into the factor of manipulation
and seduction," Eagleson said. "That was a whole key
point that we discussed on and on and on ... that was
the beginning seed."

Juror Lisa Pagano said she was not sure whether
Linehan tried to cancel the life insurance before
Leppink's death as an insurance agent testified. She
wasn't sure why Linehan wanted Leppink killed. "We
didn't have to come up with a motive; that wasn't part
of our instructions," she said.

CARLIN REACTS

A mile east of the courthouse, Carlin heard the guilty
verdict on a television news flash at the Anchorage
jail. Linehan's defense team "shot themselves in the
foot by not presenting the truth of what happened," he
said in a telephone interview. "The truth gets muddled
when both sides are making things up."

Linehan's defense was that Carlin acted alone.

He plans to appeal his conviction.

"There's nothing in any one of those e-mails that has
anything about his death," Carlin said when told
jurors attributed their guilty verdict largely to the
correspondence.

On the Hope note, he said, "In my mind -- and I wrote
it -- it's nothing." It was just a diversion, he said,
written so Linehan could visit a boyfriend in
California and not have Leppink follow her, as he had
before.

Until her arrest last year, Linehan lived in Olympia,
Wash., the mother of a young daughter and a partner in
a clinic with her doctor-husband.

Some old cases just won't fucking go away. Plus some new startling cases.

Top of the morning gents,

"Strange days indeed" (J. Lennon). Ain't that the
truth.

What's up with all these old cases being reopened?

Score 1 for the good guys: Helen Karmun is back under
indictment. BRAND NEW charges felonious-which must
truly enrage my buddy Ken Hall--a guy I dated all the
way from Washington to Kotzebrew. I fucked him in the
end. And in the ass, but I had a lot of help from you
coppers employed at Statewide Drug Enforcement.

http://www.courtrecords.alaska.gov/pa/pa.urd/pamw2000.o_case_sum?90947795

John Paliwoda's case is re-opened too. For you greener
faggots in uniform, years ago me and Nasruk did a
sweet undercover narc job on the UAF campus involving
drugs we'd only give to KVL biaches. Date-rape drugs
like GHB. Gamma-hydroxy-butyl something yada yada. I
was doing business with a couple growers and cocaine
dealers. Then in the evenings I visited with troopers
and coppers at the Marlin, Arctic Bar, etc and any
other bars filled with gaping native biscuit and
indigent shitbanks butt pussy.

Whilst quaffing large lagers and tall shooters with
the Legacy offspring of Kim Nay, John Paliwoda spotted
me, approached our table and bragged to all present
and accounted for that he had "some killer bud, some
chron blow" and a shitload of the 'G'. G is the
codename for Spanish Fly, knockout drugs and mickeys.
The drugs that render sober girls on all fours
flailing and knocking about like horny vegetables
who've lost their wheelchairs and undergarments.

Also leaves a gimp with a drool cup full of jizz.

"Candy is dandy, but liquor is quicker." Sure, but GHB
quiets down Alaskan girls dorm buildings faster'n
seizure induced premature ejaculations in adult
females. Before they even see yer dick.

Paliwoda was a meth chef and could synthesize anything
immoral and medically dangerous. His forte was
crushing meds of all sorts to make party shit kids now
call "pharming." So before yer ugly children choke,
puke and vapor-lock, they'll experience symptomatic
relief of ADHD, ED, RLS, DP and IR.

Oh yeah, the rural acronyms abysmal. In rural Alaska
kids wash down whole handfuls of mommy's and daddy's
Rx meds with hard liquor and shitty music. Meds
commonly pumped out the bodies of pre-adolescent organ
donors: attention deficit hyper-active disorder,
erectile dysfunction, restless leg syndrome, dry pussy
and intact rectums.

On Kikiktagruk trouser soil, "someone's gotta be on
bottom, ye know, the party bod" like Helen Barger and
Annie Cyr. "Boogie in the butt" (E. Murphy).

Kevin and his twin sister Alfred Sheldon invited me
and my liquor over their house to party. Yup, I used
to party with real classy neegros. When I arrived I
saw 2 skanky bitches past out, pants down and half the
house shoved up their ass and lippey. No shit, half
the fucking broom closet and bottles of chew spit were
pushed up their hootchy kootchies and turd hatchery.

I'll tell ye about Karl Ferriera's first and last gang
rape after yer done puking. Karl choked Jew-Jew Sours
and assisted hanging one of the other man-raper fagger
dudes in a connex. Hence the popular ghetto arctic
phrase, "doing a Russell White Sampson job on yer
nigger ass." Last thing Alkili Inupiaq Unnuk Lake
needs is a culturally sexual reflection, it'd spatter
them with shit.

Okay, back on topic. After Paliwoda bragged to my
table filled with plain-clothed narco-gunslingers,
Nasruk leaned towards me and stated, "that fucker's
mine, can you set us up to do business?"

That was the beginning of another year plus
orchestration illicit yet brilliantly symphonic sting
operation.

Is there a fucking echo in this room? Do ye see a
pattern or twat? There's something seriously wrong
going on here.

I now take medication that helps me identify bent
bikes, crooked old men and droves of gooney children
awaiting tall alcoholics to pick up a guitar or blow
his own pan flute. I also try to stay far away from
cops.

My era of grift METHodology and chemical brotherhood
will die with you mooks. The Gen-x and y generation is
plum full of fat junkies and piggy computer jerk offs
all needing dad's breasts to suckle from-AND-take a
Jaclynn Russell beat down and a Katy Norton bumper
bite and a Helena Gallahorn Gorta full face drag down
front street behind Nigger Jim Ginley.

Take a look at the shotgun list of charges Nasruk
filed on this biach in the commission of selling
Trooper Nay 1000 doses of GHB, some blow and
mushrooms. The felony theft charge was added after
Paliwoda kyped fronted drug money from AST.

http://www.courtrecords.alaska.gov/pa/pa.urd/pamw2000.o_case_sum?72986016

In this case, I thought Sandy Pussy Russell took a
hammer to Ramona Nichols. What did Lee Virgin do to
get crossthreaded with this man-beast?

Sandy Russell had the Barrow court re-open her case
against Lee Virgin--

http://www.courtrecords.alaska.gov/pa/pa.urd/pamw2000.o_case_sum?87953706

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Location: Kipnuk

Case number: 07-68833

Type: Sexual Abuse of a Minor (19 counts)

Text: On 10/16/07 Kay E. Attie, 20, of Kipnuk was
charged with nineteen counts of Sexual abuse of a
Minor after over a month long investigation.
Investigation revealed Attie had sexually abused five
(5) boys, ages eight (8) to thirteen (13) in Kipnuk
for the last two-three years in various places. Both
sexual penetration and sexual touching was
involved. Attie was arraigned on 10-16-07 in Bethel
District Court and bail was set at $500.000.00.

Author: PLB0


Received Tuesday, October 16, 2007 3:16 PM and posted
Tuesday, October 16, 2007 3:39 PM

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Location: Wasilla - Case: 07-88442

Type: Sexual Assault

Text: On 10/15/07 at about 1158 hours, a 41 year-old
female called 911 to report that she was sexually
assaulted in her home in the Wasilla area by a
stranger. AST Patrol Units arrived and secured the
scene. Palmer ABI and Crime Lab personnel responded to
the scene along with an AST K-9 Unit.

The victim disclosed that she was home alone the
morning of 10/15/07 and getting ready for work when an
unknown male entered her residence and
sexually assaulted her.

The victim was transported to the Anchorage SART
Center and Investigators processed the scene.
Investigation is continuing

Author: WEZ0
Received Tuesday, October 16, 2007 10:16 AM and posted
Tuesday, October 16, 2007 10:47 AM

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Location: Bethel

Case number: 07-87979
Type: Homicide

Text: On 10-13-07 at approximately 0930 hours, the
Bethel Police Department received a report of a
possible deceased individual being transported to the
Yukon-Kuskokwim Delta Regional Hospital. The
individual was pronounced dead upon arrival. The
individual is identified as Angelina Hapoff, age 20 of
Bethel. Bethel Police Department requested assistance
from the Alaska State Troopers. AST's
Alaska Bureau of Investigations, along with personnel
from the State Crime Lab, responded to Bethel and is
treating Hapoff's death as a homicide. The Alaska
State Troopers are asking the public for any
information regarding the whereabouts of Hapoff
between 17:00 hours on 10-12-07 (Friday) and 09:00
hours on 10-13-2007 (Saturday). Tips can be called
into AST at 907-543-2294 or 800-478-2234; Bethel
Police Department at 907-543-3781; Anchorage
Crimestoppers at 907-561-STOP or emailed into
www.anchoragecrimestoppers.com

Received Tuesday, October 16, 2007 4:16 PM and posted
Tuesday, October 16, 2007 4:42 PM

North of 70 lat, there's a hunnert men to every scraling biach. Nup, t'other way 'round.

Top of the morning gents,

Chicks rule, men drool.

Fucking queer if ye gotta problem with my wisdoms
senile and bizarre sing-song repetition to my
ejaculatory yet quite literary discharge.

You ain't married to a sapien primate that you can
truly count on? "It's cuz yer gay" (Super Dad from
Unalakleet).

Girls born north of the Arctic Circle are the catch du
jour. Reason I know this is cuz my wife told me so and
in the middle of my last long distance phone chat with
Commander Craig, that Irish mick fuck called me a
"squaw boy." Like he never kissed an Indun, fuck him.

Where the fuck does this Celtic aboriginal Saxon
bovine raping bag of mashed up assholes get off?
Fucker was born on two separate dates: 1928 and 1931,
ain't he a WOP-with out papers.

If I don't break Craig's balls, he'll die.

Squaw Boy. That's like oochuk boy and the second time
I heard Euro-slang with such racist brevity.
Anglo-centric slurred reference that darky pussy is
little better than fart hammers. "A horny little
Jewish Princess. A grinder a bumper with a
pre-moistened dumper" (F. Zappa).

Like mixing it up with Irish slaves, customary
drinking with Finns means ye gotta break balls. Every
Helsinki Saturday, the 5 of us ussi suomen mba 2000
fuckheads gathered for mile long shots of beer, champs
and anything Finnish and Flammable.

"If there's more the 2 white punks in a huddle,
they're smokin' drugs" (M. Callahan). Yup, we was
smoking drugs.

2 Brits, 2 Finns and 1 cannuk enjoyed roasting my shit
cuz they knew I spent a hunnert years spazzing about
with you cops and robbers and that I done dunked my
donkey injurious and got my dick wet out on the
reservation.

"Touch me I'm sick!" Funny fuckers on yonder braver
soils.

The 2 Brits were simply assholes and their favorite
words were "fucking cunt" and "stupid git." What I
found funny was they brokered jacked liquor and cigs
and their names were Peter and Paul: I stole from
both.

The 2 Finns were United Nations Peacekeepers in the
Finnish Army. Aivar and Timo shot meat and cut throats
in Croatia, Bosnia, Serbia, Chechoslovakia. No shit,
real dishonest to God mercenaries that could beat a
prisoner with equal passion as us. I don't believe
coincidences fer dick, but James Mason has a couple
pictures of my drinking buddies standing over piles of
leaking corpses...perchance their slaughterhouse
handiwork.

"War Time is Party Time." "Violence is the destruction
of the human body." "Cheers mates." (Fino Merc Timo's
toast to strong drink).

What kind of creepy bullshit is this? After chipping
frozen red shit, mopping brains and puke, and dragging
and beating the likes of Tykee Lloyd Hall and Billy
Howarth down the Green Mile, I run into a sick mirror
image cluster of graying gunslingers: just like you.

Same fuckers as all ye. I'm such a piece of shit.

At a black tie dinner party, Timo loudly suggested I
"tell everyone the story about all the dogs you shot
in Alaska." Real funny fucker.

All eyes blue and elfin ears finn and fair were upon
me, so I took a breath and started a drunken
sophisticate yarn about grabbing a loaded gun and
climbing under BJ Russell's shit house next to Freddy
Sours. You know, near Spesak's, Squish's uncle's and
Eunice's. I was on assignment killing a pickup truck
full of puppies.

Middle of an Arctic winter, dark as shit and up to my
dick in snow...I was on my stomach crawling under this
nasty ass reservation house so I could shoot the fuck
outa whole box of menstruate foul and toxic canine
parvo-puppies: with 2 clips of 22 sjhp. "Shoulda
brought fucking shotguns" (Pulp Fiction).

I smacked and zapped em' all, also smoked the barking
momma mangy husky bitch with 2 in the eye. Blanchard
radioed me and told me that someone in the house over
my head phoned Kathy at dispatch and reported
gunshots. Lame drunk Inu macaques mighta guessed their
infection, but not their father.

I busted ass and hustled prone back out then flung
dead momma one-eyed bitch mutt under the house and
booked. Never did retrieve the warm meat pile and haul
dick to the dump.

As I gazed around this dinner party there was not a
sound from me audience.

So I started phase 2 of the Kotzebue dog shooting
blood and guts tale with my buddy Billy Bird aka
Blackbird aka Super Nigger. His last moniker dropped
jaws with politically perfect timing. I like seeing
green shit dripping from my audience. Fags faint and
soil trou whenever I fail to shut my gob. If you ever
get a cold from me, you better see a psychologist.

Ya see, Blackbird was my Nigger Jim to your Huck Finn.
He let me sneak home for a few bong rips and fetch
222's, I shucked him jugs and cigs too. He also sold
me a butt-load of guns and bragged how to skin a gook.


We was all sitting at the group W bench...toking on a
number, groovin' on the radio. Me and Blackbird drove
the shot dog stink truck up to the graveyard, smoked
fat chiefs and got chinked, then he went fucking Nam
on me and killed as many dogs as he could till shift
change. I had to lug 'em into the back of the truck, I
never gettoo have any fun.

Good formation, good accuracy. 9.5 points from the
judges. Blackbird drops to one knee and cycles a shell
into his shotgun in a single fluid motion, touches off
a round and blows the collar off of Margaret and Paul
Hanson's black lab. Cycles another round and blasts
the engine room clean outa that dog. We have chunky
red and white tissue in Swan Lake TB laggoon. Bonus
points for horrified children running back home in
tears spattered with bits of hair and dog poop. Crowd
cheers.

My drunken yarn ended with a toast to Vietnam Vet
alcoholics, cops and dog catchers, and ass fucks and
gun oilers.

Gotta laugh. Blackbird could spin a dog like a top. A
double o' buck charge in the hip brodied the piss outa
tundra. Count 3 blood spinning rotations, cycle a
round, Powee, dog eats a neck load and flips off
backwards like drunken ice nigger behind Shannon
Pavle's wiper blades.

I'm still awaiting from our killers at KPD how the
45-70 dragon pistol works on fucking dogs and when
soldier Finn will share what shoulder launched gas
cannisters do to a bloody rag muslim's mug or thorax.

Smile for the CX gun. Ouch. Imagine a smoking white
hot beer can half sunk in yer face, chest or ass like
buckwheats. It ain't torture if I ain't asking no
questions. Die fucker.

Ever rope a rebel over the barrel of cannon? Heads or
tails. Smoke ass and say goodbye faggot.

Oh yes, chicks rule, men drool. With so much
excitement I forgot what I was talking about. Fuck,
I'm still hard.

If it wasn't fer sex, none of ye'd be where you are
right now. Most of my readers got their rectums parked
on this side of the Arctic Circle. A few equal to the
latitude of Shitbanks, Denali and Helsinki. Made you
look you dirty crook, yer dick points north.

Down south of 60, there's way too many smart, handsome
men to compete with. Up here in Alaska, yer only fear
is me.

Enjoy the pickings, rack 'em and stack 'em.

Karluk Puklaumi

PS. The attached slideshow details my hikes overseas.

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Man-made chemicals blamed as more girls than boys are
born in Arctic

By By Paul Brown

Twice as many girls as boys are being born in some
Arctic villages because of high levels of man-made
chemicals in the blood of pregnant women, according to
scientists from the Arctic Monitoring and Assessment
Programme (Amap).

The scientists, who say the findings could explain the
recent excess of girl babies across much of the
northern hemisphere, are widening their investigation
across the most acutely affected communities in
Russia, Greenland and Canada to try to discover the
size of the imbalance in Inuit communities of the far
north.

In the communities of Greenland and eastern Russia
monitored so far, the ratio was found to be two girls
to one boy. In one village in Greenland only girls
have been born.

The scientists measured the man-made chemicals in
women’s blood that mimic human hormones and concluded
that they were capable of triggering changes in the
sex of unborn children in the first three weeks of
gestation. The chemicals are carried in the mother’s
bloodstream through the placenta to the foetus,
switching hormones to create girl children.

Lars-Otto Reierson, executive secretary for Amap,
said: “We knew that the levels of man-made chemicals
were accumulating in the food chain, and that seals,
whales and particularly polar bears were getting a
dose a million times higher than that existing in
plankton, and that this could be toxic to humans who
ate these higher animals. What was shocking was that
they were also able to change the sex of children
before birth.”

The sex balance of the human race - historically a
slight excess of boys over girls - has recently begun
to change. A paper published in the US National
Institute of Environmental Health Sciences earlier
this year said that in Japan and the US there were
250,000 boys fewer than would have been expected had
the sex ratio existing in 1970 remained unchanged. The
paper was unable to pin down a cause for the new
excess of girls over boys.

The Arctic scientists have discovered that many of the
babies born in Russia are premature and the boys are
far smaller than girls. Possible links between the
pollutants and high infant mortality in the first year
of life is also being investigated.

Scientists believe a number of man-made chemicals used
in electrical equipment from generators, televisions
and computers that mimic human hormones are
implicated. They are carried by winds and rivers to
the Arctic where they accumulate in the food chain and
in the bloodstreams of the largely meat- and
fish-eating Inuit communities.

The first results of the survey were disclosed at a
symposium of religious, scientific and environmental
leaders in Greenland’s capital, Nuuk, yesterday,
organised by the Patriarch of the Orthodox Church,
Bartholomew I, which is looking at the effects of
environmental pollution on the Arctic.

Dr Reierson said the accumulation of DDT, PCBs,
flame-retardants and other endocrine disrupters has
been known for some time and young women had been
advised to avoid eating some Arctic animals to avoid
excess contamination and possible damage to their
unborn children. Dr. Reierson, said blood samples from
pregnant women were subsequently matched with the sex
of their baby. Women with elevated levels of PCBs in
their blood above two to four micrograms per litre and
upwards were checked in three northern peninsula’s in
Russia’s far east - the Kola, Taimyr and Chukotka -
plus the Pechora River Basin.

To check the results the survey was widened and
further communities, including those on Commodore
Island, were investigated. The results were now in for
480 families and the ratio remained the same.

He said full results for the widening of the survey
would not be published until next year but preliminary
results for Greenland showed the same 2:1 ratio in the
north.

Aqqaluk Lynge, the former chairman of the Inuit
Circumpolar Conference who hails from Greenland, said:
“This is a disaster, especially for some 1,500 people
who make up the Inuit nations in the far north east of
Russia.

“Here in the north of Greenland, in the villages near
the Thule American base, only girl babies are being
born to Inuit families. “The problem is acute in the
north and east of Greenland where people still have
the traditional diet.

“This has become a critical question of people’s
survival but few governments want to talk about the
problem of hormone mimickers because it means thinking
about the chemicals you use.

“I think they need to be tested much more stringently
before they are allowed on the market.”

The Inuit are nomadic in nature, having survived for
thousands of years using formidable hunting skills to
seek out the bowhead whale, seal, caribou and walrus.
The Inuit Circumpolar Conference (ICC), an
international body, was founded in 1977 to represent
the rights of the approximately 150,000 Inuit of
Alaska, Canada, Greenland, and Chukotka (Russia). With
relatively low levels of educational attainment and
few opportunities, violence, alcohol and drug
dependency are a growing problem as the Inuit try to
safeguard its traditions.—The Guardian

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