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Saturday, July 16, 2011

C’est Magnifique

These days I’m into everything French.

French wine. French food. French’s mustard. French people. French kisses. French music.

And to celebrate my sudden French-ness I’ve rediscovered one of my most favorite videos. It’s from French Singer Julien Dore and the song is called “Les Limites.”

Dore is truly offbeat of the boulevard. I thought I was offbeat of the boulevard but after watching him I need to throw out the GPS and just wander - left turn, right turn, u-turn, any turn.

The punked out woman with the cock in her hand is beyond description. And when the cock gets feisty she strokes it enough to calm it without missing a beat. That’s a pro.

I wanna dance like Dore.

C’est magnifique!

Tuesday, July 05, 2011

He’s An Angel Now

I’m always writing something witty and funny and I honestly believe the world needs a lot of my witty and my funny, but today I cannot be witty and funny.


I was truly saddened to read in the news that Christian Choate of Lake County, Indiana was never loved. In his short life of 13 years he was horrifically abused by his father (the man who gave him life) and his evil stepmother. This little boy was forced to live in a dog cage and was kept naked except for a diaper. He experienced regular beatings, emotional torture, and neglect.

The only thing he was allowed to have in his cage was a pencil and paper, and Christian wrote his feelings... and they are heart wrenching:

Christian often stated he was hungry or thirsty.

Christian wrote of why nobody liked him and how he just wanted to be liked by his family.

Christian stated that he wanted to die because nobody liked the way he "acted."

Christian wrote of how many times he had to steal food or use the bathroom in his place of confinement.

Christian often wondered when someone, anyone, was going to come check on him.

Christian wrote of how everybody else was outside playing but he was not.

What makes this story even sadder is that the Indiana Department of Child Services received complaints that something was wrong, but the reports filed by the case worker said the children in the house “appeared to be doing well.”

Christian’s no-good, rotten, evil father and equally rotten and evil stepmother deserve the death penalty for what they did to Christian. But before the death penalty takes place I think they need to spend 13 years each locked in a dog’s cage and treated the same way they treated Christian; beatings, torture and all. I’m certain after a very short time they’d be begging for death.

Let’s celebrate Christian today by thinking of him, waving up to the heavens and saying hello, and letting yourself shed a tear for his pain, and another tear knowing he’s finally safe.

Christian Choate is an angel now.