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Throat Punch Thursday ~ Chick-Fil-A Bigots of the World Unite Edition
Chick-Fil-A You Deserve A Throat Punch
We’ve all heard about the Chick-Fil-A fiasco with their COO Dan Cathy telling the world that he is in opposition to same-sex marriage. On Wednesday, dubbed “Chick-fil-A Appreciation Day” by former presidential candidate Mike Huckabee lines were stretching out front doors and around the parking lots; packed with customers coming out to support company chief executive Dan Cathy, who recently came out against gay marriage with statements that have polarized lovers of the Chick-Fil-A. I used to love Chick-Fil-A but I refuse to eat at a company that has such disdain for part of the population.
I had no idea what Chick-Fil-A Appreciation day was or that it was taking place yesterday. Imagine my surprise when I took my little girls out to lunch at the mall and the line circled the entire food court. Surely, this was more than just a lunchtime rush especially since local police was working the crowd and beefed up mall security.
Waiting for Throat Punches at Chick-Fil-A?
My girls were eyeballing Panda Express but I didn’t know where this line led; Panda Express is located directly next to Chick-Fil-A. I walked up to the ever-growing line and asked one of the patrons in the line, “Excuse me, what is this line for?” To which they proudly answered with a big smile (chest puffed out and all) “ This is Chick-Fil-A Appreciation day. We support Dan Cathy and do not support gay marriage.” Where the hell is the ACLU when you need them?
I was appalled and disgusted because this is not about God this is about intolerance. These bigots are using God as an excuse to be intolerant of others. As the story goes, God made everyone and God makes no mistakes so explain to me how same sex marriage is wrong? Are we saying that God makes mistakes? Why is it our business who anyone loves? Isn’t God the only one who can make that judgment? Who are we to speak for God?
I am not a theologian or a homosexual, nor am I God so I can’t pretend to know their hearts and minds. I am a human and as a human being, it doesn’t feel right to judge a person for who they love or who they are born to be in this world. I am religious but I am not a bigot and I don’t think the two go hand in hand. I believe that all humans deserve the rights to freedom of choice, freedom of thought and freedom of love.
Chick-Fil-A summit for intolerant people
I was sickened by the pride with which the customers I spoke with flaunted their disdain for same sex marriage. They spoke of it as if the very thought made them physically ill and, in my book, that is intolerance. Intolerance to that degree scares me for those who are not being tolerated. My mind goes to places like the KKK, Nazi Germany and other scenarios that ended in genocide.
I will no longer be eating at Chick-Fil-A because I refuse to give money to bigots. I understand that we are all entitled to our beliefs and freedom of speech. Dan Cathy can believe whatever he wants but he also has to accept the cost of his actions. He’s told the world of his intolerance and now Chick-Fil-A is ground zero for the culture war. This is why Chick-Fil-A Appreciation day supporters are receiving my throat punch today.
What do you think of hating a person because of who they choose to love? Did you choose whom you loved or did love choose you? The heart wants what the heart wants.
Do you support the Chick-Fil-A kiss in that will be taking place tomorrow?
2012/08/02
Throat Punch Thursday~ James Holmes Public Enemy #1 Edition
James Holmes; A Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing
James Holmes, what’s left to be said about you that has not already been said? James Holmes it’s been speculated that you are a psychotic or a sociopath. But I think you know exactly what you are doing, just like you knew what you were doing when you walked into that crowded theater in Aurora, Colorado and started shooting people like fish in a barrel calling yourself the Joker. You are not the Dark Knight.You are not crazy. You are just an asshole who needs a psychiatric evaluation to prove it once and for all. Pretending evidence bags wrapped on your hands are sock puppets is not funny. You are not criminally insane and you should be held accountable for the pain you have caused; the lives you have taken and the collective innocence you have violated.
James Holmes, you do have a problem, you are a narcissist with a God complex. You think you are untouchable and above reproach. The sad thing is that for you, James Holmes, there is no punishment that will ever punish you as you deserve to be punished. That punishment will come in good time. As for now, there is no satisfaction for the victims and the family and friends of the victims. As you sit in jail, with your Joker hair and spitting at guards, making a spectacle of yourself, the rest of the world mourns for your victims. There is no sympathy to be had for you; no matter what issues your defense team may concoct to save you from the death penalty. To the world, you are already dead.
You are a monster; a plague on society, the likes of the monster Osama Bin Laden. You came into a place we all felt safe by cover of night and you attacked like a coward. You saw our vulnerability and you came in the night like a thief with your bright cartoon orange hair and your semi-automatic weapons and you robbed us of our security forever. The killings can never be undone. Your horror story will haunt us long after you are gone.
That night in Aurora, Colorado your behavior took children from their mothers, parents from children, husbands from wives, lovers, friends and family from one another. James Holmes you have caused destruction that will be felt for years to come. You will be the cautionary tale that parents tell their children before sending them to the movies on their own for the very first time. You will be the cause for contingency plans and metal detectors in all public places. The media has sensationalized a lone gunman, but you are really nothing more than a wounded and weak man.
James Holmes You are Not Above the Law
I can tell by your nonchalant regard for the law and the destruction that you have caused that you have no value for human life. You didn’t run when you were caught because you didn’t care what they thought of your actions. You surrendering was a giant “Fuck you, you can’t touch me. The damage is done.” You had somewhat accomplished what you came to do and you felt that no one can hurt you because you are above reproach. In your mind, everyone else is nobody. You had the audacity to boobie trap your entire apartment to the extent that the intention was to cut the first person in half who walked through the door, adding one more victim to your tally.
I’m not sure why you warned the authorities about the explosives in your apartment; were you bragging in your narcissistic delusion? Or, perhaps, your last shred of humanity was peaking through. You are dangerous, James Holmes, because you have nothing left to lose. Did your parents not show you enough attention? Were the girls mean to you? Did you have no friends growing up? Well, guess what? We all have fucking problems. No one’s life is perfect but we don’t all go buy semi-automatic weapons and kill people because we feel mistreated. If that were the case, the entire species would have been eliminated centuries ago.
I don’t know what went wrong in your life to cause you to have no respect for the human race, life in general or your own future but it must be awful living with yourself now. Knowing all the pain and destruction that you have caused, and spending the rest of your life in jail while receiving death threats won’t be any fun. No one tolerates a murderer of kids, not even other murderers. You will always be in danger and always be hated by the public.
You, James Holmes, the Joker, Dark Knight, you get my throat punch this week. May God have mercy on your soul because no one else will. May you live a long life behind bars and may the guilt and fear that will eventually be your constant companion keep you in its bosom and hold you tightly. May you know the fear that you caused those 70 people in that Aurora, Colorado Theater at the midnight screening of the Dark Knight.
What are your thoughts on James Holmes and the Aurora, Colorado theater massacre?

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2012/07/26
Insurance Scam has Doctors Performing Unnecessary Hysterectomies on Poor Women
Unneeded Hysterectomies Change a Woman’s Life forever
When have unneeded hysterectomies being performed ever been moral? When did the world become so full of morally bankrupt men? If you have ever had a hair up your ass about women’s reproductive rights in the world, this is the time to really get mad. We need to get full on pissed off and say no more. We are women not animals or property, we don’t belong to men. Government has no business getting between our legs. For once and for all, stay out of our vaginas!
In India, less than respectable, doctors are performing illegal and unneeded hysterectomies on the poor women of India. I don’t mean “poor” as those poor women, I mean “poor” as in financially downtrodden. I mean poor as in they don’t have the means to refuse any medical treatment offered to them by a doctor, even if the solution to his made up problem is a complete removal of their uterus and ovaries. Who are these animals to do this to women? Why are they performing unneeded hysterectomies like they are going out of style, shirking their Hippocratic oath and removing the very essence of what makes most of us feel like women? For money!
Yes, India, the country who has already received multiple throat punches from me for aborting and killing their female babies simply due to the fact that they have vaginas versus a penis. The same country who has ultrasounds strategically placed on every corner so that perspective parents can get a refund if their unborn child has not won the Indian genetics lottery which means they are a boy. The same country who has men who still think it’s okay to mutilate the genitalia of it’s women and shackle them into chastity belts. Now, the doctors are taking it upon themselves to remove the women of rural India’s wombs by giving them completely unneeded hysterectomies because the hospital can claim the hysterectomies under a national insurance scheme. Even going so far to remove the ovaries which increases the risk for early onset of osteoporosis.

Doctors in the Indian state of Chhattisgarh performed hysterectomies on poor village women without a valid medical reason in order to claim money from a national insurance scheme, the state’s health minister said on Wednesday.
Under the program launched in 2008, doctors can claim up to 30,000 rupees ($540) to treat poor families, providing a safety net to help pay for expensive hospital surgeries. But critics say the program was exploited by unscrupulous doctors.
“The women were deliberately ill-advised by doctors who removed their uterus to get money,” Amar Agrawal, Chhattisgarh’s health minister told Reuters.
“As per my information the doctors have so far managed to make roughly 2 crore (10 million) rupees ($360,000) in recent months by removing uteruses without any valid medical reasons.”
The state government examined 1,800 hysterectomies performed in the impoverished state as part of an investigation into the alleged scam. Many of the operations were suspected to have been performed illegally, government sources told Reuters.
Does India hate it’s women? Or is this a growing trend in the world, where men hate the female population, or at the very least have no respect for women as being human? The world is going backwards my friends. Don’t think this just happens in third world countries someplace across the world. Make no mistake, it happens right here in the United States as well. Maybe no unneeded hysterectomies are being performed as an insurance scheme, but women are under attack. Our reproductive rights are being stripped away, piece by piece and our human worth has been compared to animals. We are in a day and time in history, when women are having the male agenda shoved down our throats and thrust into our vaginas.I am sad and sickened by the state of the world and women’s rights. We need to stand up and stop allowing ourselves to be abused by the male governing powers. We need to fight back and say no more.
India’s Unneeded Hysterectomies violates Women’s Rights
Today it’s India, performing unneeded hysterectomies, purposely aborting female babies and abandoning of killing those who survive birth. Tomorrow, it’s here…women being compared to swine, government sticking their nose into our vaginal business; how we should reproduce, when we should reproduce, if we should reproduce. This is between a couple and God. Government has no fucking business in our reproductive rights. Give women our full human rights first and then we can talk about government having any input on reproductive rights.
Throat Punch to the unscrupulous doctors in India who are performing these unneeded hysterectomies for money. May their license be stripped and may they be castrated by the women whom they have reproducibly hobbled for the rest of their life.May you be put in jail and may all of your reproductive tools be removed while you sleep, unsuspectingly. May you know the pain of having no control over the choices made on your behalf.
Just because a woman is poor financially does not give any man the right to take away her choice to have children and become a mother or determine when, why or how she has the children. Men, it’s not your fucking business. We are not children, you have no right to make choices on our behalf. You have no right to punish us because you feel that our choices don’t live up to your expectations. A woman’s reproductive parts are something that we hold as dear to who we are as men do their reproductive parts. Boo on you for thinking you know what is better for women than we do for ourselves. You have no right to end abortion or give unneeded hysterectomies for money.

Unneeded Hysterectomies is a Violation of Human Rights
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2012/07/19
Anatomy of a Mommy Blogger

Mommy Blogger Means Mommy who Blogs
When did Mommy Blogger become a bad word? The other day, I was accused by one of my readers at another site I write for ( not you ladies, you rock), who apparently doesn’t know me like you all do, of sitting around in my robe all day and thinking up these “ridiculous” articles. I wish! I believe the article was one in which I compared “real” (meaning those of us who are not celebrities. Not meaning to imply that Beyoncé is not a “real” mom because obviously if she has a baby and is taking care of it, she is “real” not imaginary.) Well, apparently Beyoncé reads that website because someone certainly attacked me for that remark and the only person who I can think of that should get that defensive about Beyoncé would be Beyoncé herself or her mama.
Then it hit me, this is what people think of mommy bloggers. They think we sit around in our pajamas all day, eating bon bons and pecking away at the keyboard while we ignore our kids and live in perpetual squalor. It is no wonder, women writers are so afraid of that title. I assure you that I do not fit any of the stereotypes that people think of when they think of “mommy blogger”. In fact, I’m pretty sure most mommy bloggers don’t.
This illusion of a mommy blogger is not feasible if you think about it because by the very definition of “mommy blogger” we have children, have given birth and/or are pregnant. This does not allow much time for sitting on our asses and eating bon bons though I wish it did. I have never eaten or seen a bon bon in my life because I have kids. Bon bons would never last in my house. As soon as I would try to put one in my mouth some little person would be in my ear asking for a bite and just as suddenly in my mouth snatching it away.
If anything, a Mommy blogger should be defined as a wonder woman like creature who has given birth, is raising children, has the balls and presumably some talent to write about it openly. I also happen to live like a functioning yet severely affected ADHD patient.
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A Mommy Blogger is a Multitasker Extraordinare
I sit down to write during naps.Five minutes in someone usually yells out for me. I walk past a toy in the hallway and pick it up. Then I walk into the bedroom to be told that little Suzy needs a drink of water. I grab her hamper and carry the clothes to the laundry room and start the washer. While the washer is filling, I walk to the cupboard to grab a cup. I fill the cup and then I wash the few dishes that are in the sink. I load the washer, walk back to the child’s bedroom and hand her the water. She asks for a tissue. I walk into the bathroom to grab a tissue. Clean the sink and make it free of toothpaste. I pick up the wet towels from this morning. I walk back across the hall, hand Suzy a tissue, give her a kiss and walk towards the laundry room. Out the corner of my eye, I see that the living room coffee table is covered in puzzles and coloring books and the cushions need to be fluffed. I take the laundry to the laundry room. As I walk through the kitchen towards the living room, I see that there are crumbs from breakfast on the table. I grab the sponge and begin to wipe the table. My phone dings. I have a text message from my husband. I call the insurance company to ask about a statement. While I listen to musak, I fluff pillows and put away puzzles. The living room is tidy. I take the pillow the girls drug from my bedroom back to my bed. Musak continues. I notice I still need to fix my bed. I fluff the comforter and realize there are loveys in my bed. More musak. I finish fluffing my pillows and straightening my bed then I walk across the hall to put the lovey on my youngest daughters shelf. Musak is still playing. She stirs and I have to stop what I am doing and soothe her back to sleep. Tip toeing out of the room, the musak suddenly stops and a very loud insurance agent yells, “Mary Jane Magilicutty, How may I help you?” Startled, I run out of the room. 20 minutes later, I am done being transferred, pressing one and explaining to this agent the extent of my stress incontinence. I am about to lose my mind. I walk to my desk to continue writing my article that I started an hour ago when the kids first went down for their nap. Shit! I forgot I need a cup of coffee. I walk to the coffee maker and begin the process of making a cup. I can’t find the creamer. I go in search of the creamer. It’s at the very back of the refrigerator behind the apple juice, organic milk and leftovers. I finally get to it and the apple juice, whose lid was apparently not closed, falls out of the refrigerator and spills on the ground. 20 minutes and a lot of cussing later I am headed back to my desk with tepid coffee after mopping up the juice. I walk over to my desk, sit down and type one sentence and a little one walks up to me and tells me they are awake. Breathe. Wait. Repeat. That, my friends, is the day in the life of a Mommy blogger.
This is my day, every day. I work in 5-minute increments and then I stay up until the wee hours of the night to make up the difference. Bon bons? I can barely sneak in a minute to eat a piece of stale cold toast. So don’t tell me that Beyoncé does more than me before 8 am because I am still asleep and then I sit in my robe all day. Hey fuck you! I run circles around Beyoncé. She has a team of people to do what she does. I am a team of one for most of the day. It’s just short people, who I can barely understand, and me. Being a Mommy blogger means I not only do all the Mommy duties of my day, I throw in researching, writing and thinking up interesting things to say.Well, things to say. Do you have any idea how hard that is when I have a raging case of Mommy brain, 2 little ones in my ear talking about everything that has ever happened to them and anyone they know and trying to remember birthdays, anniversaries, appointments, meetings and deadlines?
It’s hard but I do it because I LOVE it. I love my girls, I love my husband, I love my job and I want it all. Am I exhausted? Yes. Do I say some things that are irreverent? Yes, I am too tired to over think it. Do I make mistakes? Hell, yeah. Do I feel mental? Yes. So throat punch to anyone who thinks mommy bloggers sit around in their robes all day. Now, pass the fucking bon bons, I’m hungry, exhausted and I have a deadline and I’ve only got 5 minutes before the kids wake up again.
What do you think when you hear the word Mommy blogger?
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2012/07/12
Throat Punch Thursday ~ Baby Center & Miscarriage Edition
Baby Center Missed the Miscarriage Memo
Miscarriage Reminder from Baby Center. Due to the holiday and a lot of moving and packing and general exhaustion in the 107 degree weather, I was a bit discombobulated and Throat Punch Thursday is a day late. Yesterday, as I was packing up our home for our final good-bye, Baby Center sent me a “Congratulations, you are at the half way mark in your pregnancy”… Only, I’m not because I miscarried May 1st at 10 weeks and 4 days. I know this because every 1st day of the month, I am stabbed in the chest with a little knife that reminds me that I am missing something followed by my shark week that starts a few days later just so the point is driven home that my womb is EMPTY. So fuck you very much Baby Center, I didn’t need the reminder of what could have been because I’ve never forgotten! I know I lost my pregnancy, I don’t need bells and whistles as a reminder.
I got a bill in the mail today and I can’t let it go. Believe me I believe in paying for services. I pay my bills. I always have but there are some things in life that should be free and the fact that people have to be charged for these things makes me feel indignant and stabbity.
Oh yeah, the outrageous bill that I just received is what I’m being charged for my D&E. This has me truly indignant. In my mind, I KNOW it’s a surgery and it saved me from infections and all sorts of other painful repercussions but it’s not fair. I can’t even believe they charge for this. I understand that there are charges involved. I understand that doctors need to be paid, surgeons, anesthesiologists, nurses, medication needs to be dispensed but fuck me. In my heart, I don’t understand. I want to stomp my feet, scream at the top of my lungs and say “HELL NO! WE WON’T PAY for MISCARRIAGES!! THIS IS BULLSHIT!”
No Charge for Miscarriage Please
Paying for an unwanted D&E (is there such a thing really as a “wanted” one?) after my miscarriage is as awful as charging parents for their child’s pediatric cancer treatment. It’s like charging to give someone a drink when they are dying of thirst in the dessert. It’s like charging to throw someone a life preserver when they are drowning. It is withholding the cure for cancer because someone cannot afford the cure. It is bullshit.
There are just some things in life that should be free and a D& E is one of those things. There’s nothing quite like billing a broken woman for her own misery. Talk about insult to injury! I want to punch the hospital billing department square in the gullet just for having the audacity to bill me for my miscarriage. If anything, I feel like someone owes me something, an explanation would be nice. Maybe insurance should make pregnancy lossone of those things they pay for in its entirety, like getting your teeth cleaned. I’d considered it well being, its something that had to be done to keep my sanity after the loss. Paying for a miscarriage feels like paying for my own hit. I want to scream and yell for it to stop. I don’t want to pay for something I never wanted. I wanted my baby. I never wanted the miscarriage or the D&E. At the very least, maybe there should be a 6-month grace period before a bill is sent to the victim patient.
I guess it’s all still too fresh for me because Baby Center, the outrageous bill that I have to pay for something I NEVER wanted and being told, “I Bet you wish you would have sold all those baby toys at the garage sell now, don’t you?” makes me what to throat punch the lot of them and so I am. Throat Punches to Baby Center, the billing offices and the other asshole who shall remain nameless for being completely insensitive and douche canoes.
Who would you Throat Punch today? I know, I am in a really bad mood with this one. Sorry if I sound like a complete loon but honestly, leave it to all this emotional shit to surface right on shark week. This would be one of those posts where I cringe and hit publish anyway. I know it’s not politically correct to talk about the cost of a miscarriage or to be irate at Baby Center for sending me a reminder to celebrate the biggest loss of my life but it’s how I’m feeling today and I love you all for listening.
I am being featured at Erin Margolin And Your TRUTH Shall Set you Free today telling you all about my writer roots. You may be shocked at what you learn about your Truthful Mommy. I share my truth, no holds barred. Hope you will read and comment and stick around and check out Erin’s site. She is a wonderful writer and you will be glad you did. Have a wonderful weekend. Enjoy the moments with your family because that is what counts and try not to melt in this ridiculous heat. I’ll try not to bitch slap the next person who reminds me of my miscarriage.
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2012/07/06
Throat Punch Thursday~ Thapelo Makutle; Transgendered Man’s Murder Powered by Hate Edition
Thapelo Makutle; Transgendered Pageant Winner Murdered
Poor unsuspecting Ms.Gay pageant winner Thapelo Makutle was murdered in his home last Friday. Apparently, in South Africa the men don’t like their pageant winners to be of the penis having persuasion.Thapelo Makutle, 23 of Kuruman, was murdered last Friday by two men who had been arguing with Mr.Makutle about his sexuality. Why this was any of their business in the first place, I have no idea. Thapelo Makutle was openly gay and recently started identifying himself as transgendered. The two men allegedly followed Thapelo Makutle back to his room, broke down the door and slit his throat so severely that he was nearly beheaded. Saturday he was found dead. You do the math. Sounds more like a bad episode of Law and Order, right? How can people still be so ignorant and intolerant at this point in history?
A friend of Thapelo Makutle, Shaine Griqua, the director of Legbo Northern Cape, a nonprofit that provides sexual health education, released a statement saying that witnesses had seen Thapelo’s body, and that his genitalia had been “severed and inserted into his mouth.”
Thapelo Makutle victim of a hate
Honestly, what the fuck is wrong with people? Why can’t we all just live and let live? Is it so hard to share the space with someone who is not your carbon copy? Aren’t the differences what make life interesting? This crime is sickening. Some mother’s child has been snatched from her life for no other reason than some asshole has a low tolerance threshold for who someone else chooses to love. Small child, newborn or grown child, the weight of the loss still crushes a mother’s heart.
My throat punch goes in general to all the bigots of the world who go through life bulldozing others with their hate, all the while perpetuating the lies and spreading the hate of their own heart. More specifically, my throat punch goes to the two men who killed a young man for no other reason than who he was predisposed to love. He could choose who he loved or who he was, no more than any of us can choose the color of our skin, the people in our family or the color of our eyes. May these two monsters live to endure the same treatment they gave Thapelo Makutle.
May the family of Thapelo Makutle have peace in their heart knowing that he will never have to endure such hate or pain again and may Thapelo Makutle rest in peace.
**Let me stop you before you think that I take someone being murdered or hate crimes lightly, I do not. I think those assholes who perpetrate such heinous crimes should be prosecuted to the full extent of the law and then be strung up and beaten with a bat like the empty, soulless vessels of hate they are. Thapelo Makutle may your death resonate with the world and may people’s intolerance for bigots grow larger than their intolerance of difference.

2012/06/14
Throat Punch Thursday~ Zombie like Attack on the MacArthur Causeway Edition
Upon further viewing, maybe this Kangaroo is a Zombie about to eat a face off
Zombie Apocalypse is a real thing? What the hell is the world coming to when unsuspecting (sleeping no less) homeless people, Ronald Poppo, are getting stripped, beaten and having their faces ripped off by out of their mind junkies, Rudy Eugene, who present like something from the Walking Dead? Now, that is one hell of a gruesome way to be woken up. I am never complaining about my 4 year old jumping on me and strangling me with hugs at 5 am, EVER again. I’ll take rambunctious babies out of drug induced zombie ANY day of the week.
A drug induced Zombie & his Victim in better days
I’m sure many of you are aware of this story, as it has been hot on the internet since it happened on Saturday. If not, here is the gist of it. A man, Rudy Eugene, supposedly high on a new form of the drug LSD, bath salts, attacked a homeless man, Ronald Poppo, who was asleep on the MacArthur Causeway in Miami, Florida. Mr. Eugene, literally, ripped the flesh off the homeless man’s face, Ronald Poppo, with his teeth not unlike a zombie might do. Yes, you heard me right. Even more unbelievable is that the entire incident took place on the MacArthur Causeway, a busy stretch of road near the beach. Drivers and bikers alike drove past for almost 20 minutes, no one stopped to help the man being attacked but several called 911.Honestly, I am not sure that I would have stopped if I saw, what surely looked like a zombie attack, taking place. I would have been afraid that the attacker might eat my face off too. Call me an asshole but I don’t think that would be a particularly enjoyable way to expire.
Cops arrived on the gruesome scene and tried to get Mr. Eugene to dismount Mr. Poppo and stop cannibalizing his face. Mr. Eugene looked up at them and growled. The cops had to separate Mr. Eugene from Mr. Poppo’s face by shooting him. Even after being shot, just like a zombie, Rudy Eugene kept on eating the man’s face until he was shot to death. By the time it was all said and done, 80% of Mr. Poppo’s face had been removed, including his eyes, nose and mouth.All that remained of Mr. Poppo’s face is his beard. I will not provide the photos of Mr.Poppo’s zombie attacked face because they are unbelievably horrifying.
Throat Punch goes to the drug bath salts that is creating an epidemic of junkies who are behaving like zombies in the worst kind of way. Throat Punch to the asshole drug dealers who continue to sell this drug when this is not the first time something like this has happened. Throat Punch to Rudy Eugene for acting like a zombie and ripping the face off of an unsuspecting homeless man. There is a lot of crazy shit going on in the world, bad things. Can we just say no to a drug induced zombie apocalypse?
Do you think this is a bad drug reaction or could this be the nearest thing we get to a zombie apocalypse?
Is the Zombie Apocalypse Upon Us?
2012/05/31
Throat Punch Thursday ~ April Landis faked Cancer for the Money Edition
April Landis is a Fraud
April Landis, you are a liar! Last month a local woman, April Landis, told friends and family that she had been diagnosed with brain cancer. April Landis is a 27-year-old wife and mother of from Angola, Indiana; on paper a very sympathetic type. Hell, I felt sorry for her but I have been around the internet long enough and seen this kind of scam bullshit happen to always be a skeptic. I hate that I am like this but this is the way my brain functions these days.
April Landis told every one she had a rare brain cancer and since her Grandmother had just recently died of cancer, no one questioned her. Her family, friends and community rallied around her and gave her support. On March 18, the community gave April Landis thousands of dollars raised at a fundraiser put together by her friends in the Angola community. It was a community doing a good thing and trying to take care of one of their own
This was after April Landis showed up at the benefit with her head shaved and continued to go along the entire function acting and talking about herself as if she did in fact have brain cancer, even going so far as taking a $1000 donation rom an actual cancer patient who was trying to be supportive and help the young mother of 4 offset huge cost of having cancer and being treated.
April Landis You are Scum
Four days later, a woman from a cancer services organization in Angola came to her home with an application for her to fill out to get assistance because everyone wanted to help this woman. Then she got the call from the same woman telling her that none of what she wrote on the form made any sense and that she was reporting her to the authorities for being a fraud.
April Landis immediately went to the police department and turned herself in and returned what was left of the money. Now, faced with felony charges, April has admitted to not having a rare form of brain cancer. NO SHIT! Nothing like being caught red-handed to cause you to fess up.
Now she is claiming that she did not have cancer but instead is the victim of a mental illness called factitious disorder in which the patient takes on the physical symptoms of various diseases for attention. April Landis says she did not try to dupe anyone but instead was the victim herself. Some people will say anything to get out of jail time. I am not mocking mental illness. I take mental illness very seriously, being that I’ve got my own diagnosis to deal with.
What I really think happened is April Landis got caught. She looks like and idiot and a liar. She doesn’t want to responsibility for scamming her neighbors out of their hard earned money, so she checks into a mental health facility to be diagnosed ( after the fact). Yes, she turned herself in, gave back the money, found out the felony charges she was facing and THEN went to see a psychologist. As many of you know, there are certain disorders that all you need to do is read enough about it and you can mimic the symptoms. I think this is what she did. That’s right, I am calling her out. I am calling bullshit on April Landis.
Big Chuck Norris throat punch to April Landis! You have a problem alright and that would be that you are a pathological liar piece of shit. You took money from an actual cancer patient. You stole from people who were trying to give you a hand up in your time of need. You are the worst kind of criminal, you have turned people into cynics and this will prevent them from trusting or helping someone who might really need it.
April Landis said she believed it because she had dreams that she was diagnosed, saw doctors and even had chemotherapy. OK but the proof is in this one simple act that she can not lie away. First, her husband had to know that she was full of shit. My husband knows if I am faking a headache, the Big Guy would KNOW if I were faking brain cancer because he would have already dragged me around the country looking for the best doctors to cure me. He can’t live without me, well, he doesn’t want to live with the kids without me:) So that’s weird that her husband could be duped. Secondly and this can not be explained away to me, April Landis showed up at the fundraiser BALD! She didn’t go bald in a dream, she didn’t really have chemotherapy, so that bitch shaved her head specifically to carry on the farce that she had cancer and lost it through chemo. That was deliberate. That was not factitious. The only thing that is factitious about this story is April Landis’ lie!
April Landis Enjoy Prison

What do you think about April Landis’ Factitious disorder defense?
2012/04/26
Throat Punch Thursday~Homicidal Nurse Verna McClain Steals Newborn & Kills Mommy Edition
Verna McClain You are a Monster
A homicidal nurse,Verna McClain, steals newborn and kills his mommy. Do I need to even say anything else? What is this world coming to? If you’ve not heard the story, here is what happened. A young mother, Kayla Golden, took her newborn son, Keegan Schuchardt for his 3 day old doctor visit. You know, three days after you just gave birth, when you are blissfully exhausted and enveloped in a fog of love and life is wonderful. You can barely walk but you don’t care because after 10 months of waiting to meet your beautiful little baby he is here in your arms.
It’s a beautiful afternoon in Houston and life is amazing. Kayla Golden and her newborn son Keegan were outside the pediatrician’s office. A woman, Verna McClain, pulled up near her and then an argument ensues. The argument was because Kayla Golden was refusing to hand her baby over to the deranged nurse who was trying to abduct her newborn baby. Verna McClain is not taking no for an answer, she steals the newborn, shoots his mother 7 times, and then runs over Kayla Golden, leaving her to die in the street like roadkill.
Verna McClain May You Never See the Light of Day Again
WTF? Why? Why would someone go to such lengths to get a baby? Ms. McClain, already the mother of three children, was engaged to a man whom she told she was having his baby. Apparently, Ms. McClain was pregnant but miscarried earlier this year. It must have a been a dire situation in which she felt that she had to produce a baby, at any means possible, in order for this man to still marry her.
This week my throat punch most definitely goes to Verna McClain the deranged homicidal nurse who thought it made more sense to rip a newborn baby from his mother’s arms and kill his mother rather than admit to her fiance that she had a miscarriage. I hope that Verna McClain is prosecuted to the full extent of the law and that she is shown the same mercy in the courts that she has shown Kayla Golden and her family.
Verna McClain You are Despicable

2012/04/19
Throat Punch Thursday~ 10-year-old Girl gives Birth Edition
10-year-old Girl Gives Birth, say what?
What is the world coming to when a 10-year-old girl gives birth? Where have all the adults gone in this scenario? Why was no one taking care of this little 10-year old-girl? She is supposed to be playing with baby dolls, hanging out with friends and awaiting puberty. A 10-year -old girl should not be giving birth to a baby; she is practically a baby herself. There are so many deserving recipients of today’s Throat Punch Thursday but I was particularly taken aback by this story, probably because I have daughters of my own.

The headline, “10-year-old Girl Gives Birth in Colombia” is one that begs to be read and further investigated. According to Primer Impacto, a 10-year old girl who lives in Colombia, reportedly arrived at a hospital in the past week bleeding and in a great pain.This visit to the emergency room was her first prenatal care visit. The baby, which was full-term, required a Caesarean section in the birth, doctors told Primer Impacto. Perhaps this was because she is a child and her pelvic area is still growing not meant to be large enough to pass a baby through her vaginal canal, like a grown woman’s might be. Doctors said that she did barely understood what was happening in the moment she was giving birth. The baby was born a 5 pound 6 ounce baby girl that was 14.5 inches long. The mother ,herself, is only 4 foot 7 inches tall. It scares me even more that the baby was a girl because what does that mean? Perhaps, in 10 more years, we will read about her giving birth or worse, maybe by then it will not be shocking but expected for children to be having sex and giving birth.
The 10-year-old who gave birth is a member of the Wayuu tribe, an indigenous group in the La Guajira Peninsula in northern Colombia and Venezuela, which reports say has kept quiet about the pregnancy and about the identity of the baby’s father.
Colombian authorities told Primer Impacto that they are considering various ways to address the girl’s pregnancy, and any charges against the father.
Authorities said that the tribe follows its own laws, and that law enforcement and elected officials are trying to balance how to handle whomever impregnated the girl with showing respect for the tribe’s sovereignty.
Respect for the tribe’s sovereignty? Where was the respect for this child and her innocence? Where was the respect for her body? Where was the respect for her childhood? Screw the tribe’s sovereignty, apparently they can’t keep their monsters on leashes.
10-year-old Girl gives birth, no one protected her
My throat punch does not go to a 10-year-old girl who gives birth.My Throat Punch goes to the very much deserving 15-year-old animal who had sex with a child and got her pregnant. It goes to the parents who did not keep close enough watch over their baby girl or protect her from the monsters of the world. My throat punch goes to the Wayuu tribe who have protected the identity of the animal who raped this child and impregnated her and who have decided that it was consensual sex. How can a child give consent on something she does not even understand? WTF? It also goes to the Wayuu tribe who probably will not prosecute this man. A hefty throat Punch also goes to our society who tries to rationalize co-ed sleepovers, children having sex at 11 and 12 years old, kids thinking that oral sex is not sex and therefore its fine to do, and giving condoms to elementary school aged children. If I hear one more lazy parent tell me that we need to provide children with condoms so that they don’t get STD’s or worse, get pregnant ( because lazy parents certainly don’t want to be bothered or burdened with grand kids) I just might scream. We need to protect our children, we need to talk to our children, we need to parent our children! **I am not talking to you parents who do it all right and explain sex, birth control and the consequences. I know there is only so much that we can do. We teach them but we can not be with them 24 hours a day. We have to parent and keep an open dialogue. If they don’t listen or heed our parenting, that is something different entirely. I’m talking about the parents who bypass the hard part of long talks and aggravation and go straight for passing out condoms.
Why do we need to accept this as status quo? Why do we just need to let this happen? Giving condoms? You are helping it happen. Being too lazy to parent your children? You are helping this happen. I’m here to tell you that kids having sex at 11 and 12 is not normal. Teach your kids to have some control. Teach your kids some consequences. Parent your kids and teach them some morals. Protect your kids from the pedophiles and perverts that lurk. Teach your children that if someone tried to have sex with them when they are children, there is something wrong with that person…not that child. Let them know they can talk to you. We have to take responsibility for the state of our society. We are not helping our children by teaching them that it’s fine to be sexually active as long as they wear a condom. That is teaching them that they can do anything they want without consequence.
This little girl is just a product of our society. She is a child who was taken advantage of and not protected, when she should have been. The problem is not 10-year-old girls giving birth. The problem is animals allowing 10-year-olds to be objectified sexually and other animals acting upon that objectification.

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What do you think about a 10-year-old girl gives birth?
10-year-old Girl gives Birth, not the first or the last

2012/04/12