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

Top of the morning gents,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck it. The shit does happen.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Just remember the beach...

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Location: Nome area

Case number: 08-89205

Type: Death Investigation

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Top of the morning gents,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kiaqpuq Nigloo-me

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

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

(202) 514-2007

WWW.USDOJ.GOV

TDD (202) 514-1888


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Top of the morning gents,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Later niggers.

*Whew. Almost puked appa kye.

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

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Bar serves residents at Savonlinna home for the elderly

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

By Juhani Saarinen

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

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

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

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

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

She got the idea during a visit to Denmark.

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

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

The bar was set up only after years of consideration.

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

People who spend time in bars are easily labelled alcoholics.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Top of the morning gents,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Got Squaw? Yup. She gives me wood too.

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


Karluk Nigluk Puq-Oosik.


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

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

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

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

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

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Originally published October 17, 2008 at 7:50 AM

Tacoma Goodwill fined for worker death

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

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

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

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

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

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Police investigate gas-pipeline blast

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

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

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

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

Selah, Yakima County

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Seattle (or Buckland Deering some shit)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

By Noelene Clark

Seattle Times staff reporter

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Falco is scheduled to be sentenced Jan. 9.

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

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

Copyright © 2008 The Seattle Times Company

Excellent BBC article about Barrow's battle with alcohol.

What up G?

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


Top of the morning gents,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm an asshole.

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

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

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

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

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

Cheers mates. Bigger noses and more boners.

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


Karla biach.


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

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Alaska alcohol: Bootleg bounty?

By Stephen Chittenden
BBC Radio Five Live, Alaska

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

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

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

One woman is obviously pleased with her choice.

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

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

Wet, dry, damp

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Local laws

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Domestic violence

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

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

Strict rules in public but police fear alcohol abuse is rising

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

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

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

But things may be changing for the better.

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

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

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

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

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

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