Hard drugs found' on Greenpeace ship seized by Russia
9 October 2013 Last updated at 11:28 ET
Huh. The other day I was just wondering why no matter where a TV show or movie is produced (uh yuh, this here Murikan kin read them subtitles) that Russians are universally portrayed as vicious, cruel, violent, corrupt criminals.
Nunya,
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But of course! We have had 2 perfect examples on PP: On the one hand, Stiletto, the Russian prostitute bitch from hell who has been nothing but the most generous hearted soul; and on the other hand, Jeanette Lucey, the wonderful Penobscot native Indian American, born-again enthusiast, Jesus freak, who has threatened everyone on PP with assassination, Stiletto and me several times.
What more proof do you need?
I did mention that I was referring to tv shows and movies didn't I? The women on tv shows and movies are usually portrayed as victims of sex slave/drug rings or the women who victimize them for the rings. And most Americans don't know any Russians personally. The closest I ever got to knowing a Russian male was a Bulgarian with an alchol problem who sold me a car that got me exactly 1 block. Then he showed up at my apartment blind drunk and made a pass at my roomate.
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ReplyDeleteLollll, this reminds me of Elizabeth, my 2nd wife (the Aussie one). She had 11 brothers and sisters, and all the brothers were used car salesmen, (and so was her father). Not just salesmen, but they owned their car yards.
One time (this was before I met Liz), while she was a student at Macquarie Uni and working on her PHD, (and because she had broken off with her parents (in particular her asshole father) several years before, and was therefore very broke, earning a few dollars doing part time assistant-lecturing), her old bomb finally died in the ass.
So she asked one of her brothers if he had a cheap old bomb available. David was the one, I think. David said "sure, sis, no wocking furries", and for the modest sum of 3000 bucks sold her a car.
The car didn't even make back to her home, it died in the ass half way there.
Who needs enemies when you have family like that one, eh?
Yeah, I joke that the only two things my folks gave me was grief and more counseling than anybody needs, lol. Jebus, a dozen kids? Even 50 years ago that was a large family.
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ReplyDeleteLol. Yeah, Irish catholic origin on the mother's side. Interestingly, there were 6 boys and 6 girls, and all the girls/women (except one) were rather nice ppl. Whereas all the boys/guys without exception were the worst fucking assholes on the planet.
One of them, forgot his name so I'll call him "P" for now, was a heroin addict, and then methadone addict. Unlike the rest of the brood who all lived in Sydney, P was somewhere up north along the coast.
One day P came down to Sydney, and unfortunately for us, decided to visit Liz. On that day, a very old friend of Liz, from school days, had turned up. Forgot his name too, so I'll call him "F".
F was quite an interesting guy, very smart and educated, and all around made great company. He had some dope which he shared with Liz (offered me some naturally, but I declined cuz I'm allergic to the stuff).
Things were going great, when asshole P turned up. Within 10 minutes things went from heaven to hell. P suddenly accused F of having stolen dope from him (which was not only untrue but completely ludicrous since we were all sitting on armchairs some distance from each other). Then proceeded to jump on F and punch the shit out of him.
Fuck. How's that for a great brother?
I didn't like growing up with three kids, so that's why I only had one. She was pretty much raised in daycare, so she got along with most people, so ppl who say only children are spoiled, selfish assholes are full of shit.
DeleteI've heard similar stories to yours over and over again. One mother simply cannot raise that many kids by herself. In daycare situations you must have one responsible adult for every 6 kids. in your story it sounds like there wasn't even one responsible adult around. I think maybe it's hard to chase around a bunch of kids when you're always pregnant or recovering from squirting out the last brat.
I hear what you're saying about raising a whole bunch of brats, especially when you spend half your life in a state of pregnancy. Deidra and I had a good giggle at your "squirting out" expression, lol, it's just yummy and wunderbar!
ReplyDeleteHowever, like I mentioned before, all 6 girls were really nice women (except Marianne who was the stuck up filthy rich spouse of a multi car yard owner prick).
Whereas all 6 boys became the biggest assholes of Australia.
Surely, one can't blame Elizabeth's capacity or assiduity in raising her children, right? When I say Elizabeth, I mean Mom (the girl I married was also named Elizabeth, although I called her Liz or Lizie).
"I didn't like growing up with three kids, so that's why I only had one."
I grew up with just one sister, 7 years younger than me; no brother. In spite of the age difference we got along very well. Still, I decided never to have children, as I find young children, especially babies, a plague worse than the bubonic plague - yelling and pissing and shitting all the fucking time, fuck that for a joke. Laurent (my son) was an accident cuz Adair (first wife, the Kiwi one) was drunk half the time she was awake and forgot to take her contraceptive pill.
Ah the joys of fucked up marriages, lol!