More juicy pedophillic gossip

Below was the link to Wonkette's blogs about the downfall of the AOF charter member Mike McHaney in is alleged child-sexscapade. Inevitably, after reading such an article, everyone wonders what he looks like, or who the Axis of Fun are. Well here ya go...courtesy of Friendster. Best thing about his profile there...he has a partner. Of course, I'm not showing that poor sap's face.

Mike didn't realize you need to be 18 to enter the navy

The Axis of Fun at the Renaissance Festival

Sweet Revenge

For those of you who love to watch the obnoxious crash and burn, you'll love to read this blog:
http://wonkette.com/politics/axis-of-fun/mike-mchaneys-axis-of-fun-330029.php

If you have never heard of met anyone from the Axis of Fun, you're a better person for it!

The Brave One

On Saturday I finally got to see The Brave One, and I'm still living vicariously through Jodie Foster's character. I think anyone who lives in a urban area and needs to deal with human slime on a daily basis will thoroughly enjoy the flick. How many of us who ride the Metro every day, especially the Green Line, would love nothing more than to shoot the thugs that annoy us with impunity? But besides the revenge concept of the movie, it also reminds us that danger and violence occurs all around us...a walk through the park, the metro, convenience store, etc. Though I have yet (and I stress yet) to be the victim of violent crime, the movie instills the need for eternal vigilance, especially since I'm not permitted to carry a handgun or shoot any perceived threats in the face.

Streaking

In today's Washington Post Express, there was a story about a burglar who had to flee the scene of a crime without his clothes, after a fight with the homeowner. I'm not sure which is worse...the fact that he was burglarizing, or he had to run around Duluth, MN naked. I'm pretty sure it never gets above 0 deg C there.

So what crazy streaking stories do you have? My neighbor recently regaled a group of us with his story of streaking down Connecticut Avenue in Cleveland Heights on a weekend night.

Poster Boy for the Insane

Andrew Dysart's picture has been plastered all over local news outlets for his decision to wear a empty holster to his GMU classes--a sign of his desire to carry his permitted handgun on campus, which is currently (and rightfully) banned.

How crazy are these people? Do they exist in a world of such fear that they need their security blankets with them at all times? Maybe Andrew's mom took away his teddy bear at too early an age, thus he feels insecure and paranoid.

What's even crazier? The Express Poll shows that, at least from my Metro station (albeit somewhat ghetto), 60% of the public are in favor of allowing permitted weapons on campus. Right...cause there's so many mass killing sprees. I guarantee this: if they were permitted, a hell of a lot more than 32 people would be killed on campuses every year. Not only that, teachers would feel threatened by students arguing the merits of their answers to tests, pleading for a grade bump-up, etc. Martial law on campus? Yea, that's just what we need to train the next generation in how to be law abiding, peaceful citizens in corporate America.

Become Wrath, Become Vengeance!

I've discussed my bike on several occasions (such as here and here). I depend on it as a mode of transportation since I am a car'less urbanite here in DC. In one of my previous blogs I wondered how I would react if my bike was stolen--since it almost happened 3 weeks ago. Sunday afternoon I went to my gym and locked my bike up outside of the WSC on Connecticut Ave. This is an exceptionally well populated area because of the Hilton next door. And the bike racks are blocked from the street by a line of cars, so I usually felt pretty secure there. You can see where I'm going with this. I decided to work my ass off at the gym, staying twice as long as usual. I emerged from the dungeon-like atmosphere at WSC to find three bike racks completely empty--including the one me bike was attached to. No signs, no cut locks, just empty racks. Some S.O.B. had a banner day.

I told GCC the other week when we were discussing this issue that I would probably cry if my bike was stolen. Surprisingly, I didn't. I think our conversation, which could be summed up as "having your bike stolen is inevitable, its bound to happen sooner or later", prepared me for this moment. It took 5 seconds to register what happened, then I started walking home--as it started to rain. Luckily I caught some cops at the Starbucks and filed a report--very fortuitous, since it meant not having to wait hours to do it after calling the PD. I doubt I would've filed a report otherwise. So the only remaining question is whether I file an insurance claim against it.

I'm now left wondering how I will react if/when I see my bike being ridden by some illegal Mexican in Adams Morgan. It was very distinctive--a model not sold in DC, smaller frame than average, along with some modifications. I picture a couple scenarios, and having the official police report increases my options

1. See the person riding it, knock them off it, and make off with my bike


2. Try to follow the person while calling the PD


3. See it locked up at a somewhere and A. disable it by removing/slashing the tires, then call the PD or B. Placing my own lock on the bike

Notice that none of these choices include being passive, peaceful, or non-revengeful. That's not an Aries trait, thus its not who I am. One of my friends left a comment on my Friendster profile, which is true...

--Despite my utter shock at learning I get on his nerves sometimes, I think [he] is an amazingly strong person with a personality that keeps you doubled over, begging for more. ...[He] exudes a simplicity of being that only comes from someone who is comfortable in their own skin. Be careful, though. Cross him, and you're likely to wind up maimed, lying in a ditch twitching uncontrollably somewhere on a two-lane road in South Georgia.

Take note, you god-damned useless life forms that roam the streets of Adams Morgan, I will exact my revenge, and it will be on my own time, when you least expect it!! Hopefully your family might recognize some party of your remains when they're shipped back to Mexico!

I Was Violated Yesterday!

I am not a materialistic person. However, I do become attached to those objects that are intimately tied to my life. Since I moved to DC and got rid of my car (most people's primary object of affection), my bike has become integral in my daily activities. However, that relationship was almost severed yesterday.

I am always extremely cautious with my bike, I lock up both wheels whenever its outside my apartment, as well as remove the seat. I've learned over the last year and a half that DC will take whatever it can get. When in Dupont, I often lock my bike up in my friend's garage at his cafe on 17th St. Though oddly, I always feel more nervous about doing this than just locking it to a street pole. My anxiety was proved right. Apparently, someone broke into the garage yesterday and was able to cut the locks on mine and another person's bikes in the garage. Luckily the fact that I removed the seat from mine made it difficult to get away, and an employee spotted and stopped them before my bike disappeared. My friend wasn't so lucky, his was stolen.

So last night I picked it up from the cafe. I hopped on, and it felt odd. Nothing was wrong with it, just didn't ride the same. I attribute this feeling to the fact that the relationship with my bike had been violated--much like the husband who cannot have sex with his wife after she is raped. Its an intangible feeling. But it still exists. Oh well, I'll get over it. Maybe we need to take a retreat and reconnect--spend some quality time together. Of course, that's after I buy a shiny new headlight and lock.