Stupid Sex Tricks: Where NOT to get a tattoo, and why

Um, if you’re a dude…how about your genitalia? As for why, read on:

You’d think somebody repeatedly sticking a needle in your penis would be a little off-putting, but the 21-year-old Iranian apparently thought it would be a grand idea to have Persian script reading borow be salaamat (good luck on your journeys), and the first initial of his girlfriend’s last name (“M”) tattooed onto his little gentleman.

He was left with a permanent semi-erection as a reminder of just how good the idea was.

His case raises a number of questions, not least whether the wish for good luck is directed to the penis or to the man, and if it’s to the penis, where, exactly, is it going? But, medically speaking, how could getting penis ink give make the organ go haywire?

The answer rests in the traditional technique the man subjected himself to. “Handheld needles are used and there is no control of the depth of the needle,” Iranian urologists reported in the most recent Journal of Sexual Medicine. “Henna, ash, and other natural pigments are used by traditional tattooists. They first use their needles to penetrate the skin. Then they apply the coloring material on the perforated skin surface.”

Naturally, this proved painful. After several days, the pain subsided. Soon after it did, though, the man noticed that his nighttime woodies were lasting a long time. A week later, he had a 24/7 priapic erection.

As erectile dysfunction pill commercials constantly remind us, non-sex-related erections lasting longer than four hours are dangerous for penises. The lack of fresh blood flow can starve the spongy tissues of oxygen, destroying them and resulting in impotence.

There are two types of priapism, ischemic and non-ischemic, according to UCLA urologist Dr. Jeffrey Bassett. In a normal erection, blood flows into the penis via arteries, and as pressure builds, the veins leading out are temporarily blocked. In ischemic priapism, the veins don’t open up again.

In non-ischemic priapism, the veins allow blood out of the penile tissue, but too much blood is flowing in via the arteries and the veins can’t keep up. So blood pressure builds. This isn’t as dangerous since fresh blood is coming in all the time, but it can be pretty inconvenient. If it doesn’t resolve, either on its own or with treatment, it can cause damage in some cases.

Yeah, fellas…a decorated ding-dong doesn’t sound so attractive now, does it?

And ladies, most of you will probably NOT be tempted to try this with your clits, either. But just in case you do need a reminder: Those little darlings are amazing pieces of anatomy, whose intricacies we’re just now beginning to get some idea of. Love, honor and cherish yours…but don’t get it inked, unless you want to brave the female equivalent of what this poor fool suffered.

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Music for a Sunday: Till the fearless come…

Still relevant, and still cool. How about that?

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Wankers of the Week: Wronging in the New Year

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Crappy New Year, everyone! How’s yer hangover? All gone? Slept it off, you say? Good. Because, as we all know, wank never sleeps. Especially if it’s got a buzz on; then it’s got the bed-spins. And glory be, sure enough, I’ve found you some fine exemplars of what NOT to be as you’re struggling to start fulfilling your inevitable resolutions. So here comes the ordure, in no particular order:

1. Carl Fucking Sosnoski. Bank on it: Scott Fucking Walker is going to be recalled, sometime later this year. Not much later, I hope — and so, I’m sure, do the good people of Wisconsin, who’ve had about all they can take of the tin-pot dictator. This asshole is obviously not one of those people. But watching him lose his fucking shit and making actual death threats is as good a way as I can think of to celebrate this first full weekend of the New Year in style. Don’t you agree?

2. Rick Fucking Santorum. How’s that old John McCain flop go? “Bomb bomb bomb, bomb bomb Iran”, I believe. And then there’s this lovely Freudian slip, which tells us all we really need to know about his racial politics. If Icky Ricky wants to start the campaign year off on a good foot, he might want to remove it from his mouth, first. And Christ, Ricky, wouldja quit fucking whining about gays, already? PS: Ha, haFABULOUS! PPS: Ewwwwwwww. PPPS: Oh, man up. PPPPS: Why do you want your wife dead, Ricky?

3. Rick Fucking Perry. Meanwhile, the other icky Rick has decided to go for a different kind of indecency, one that sounds an awful lot like stripping. Does this mean we’ll soon get a glimpse of Wee Willie Winkie?

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4. Ron Fucking Paul. Fear fear terror terror yeek yeek shriek SHRIEK! Is it working yet? Nope. Maybe you better break out a color-coded UN Conspiracy Lunatic Early Warning system, dude. Better still, if you think governments are really all 90 to 99 percent tyrannies, just don’t run for office. PS: Too little, too late! PPS: Finally, a fitting endorsement!

5. Margaret Fucking Thatcher. True, this one’s a bit belated, given that she is now senile and Saddam is now dead. But I think she still deserves to have her head photoshopped into that infamous photo of Donald Rumsfeld shaking hands with the dictator during a 1980s arms deal, because that’s exactly what SHE did, too — albeit in cowardly fashion, through proxies. PS: “Iron Lady”, huh? “We don’t negotiate with terrorists”, huh? Hah!

6. María Corina Fucking Machado. You just gotta feel sorry for poor MariCori. She’s trying to posit herself as a populist presidential candidate in Venezuela, which might sound nice except that she’s a wealthy heiress who has never worked an honest day in her life. Kind of inconvenient considering that the man she’s up against came from the working poor, and has kept all his promises, even the most seemingly extravagant. Even more so when you consider that her platform is “Popular Capitalism” — the bastard child of imperialism and utter fucking cluelessness. Capitalism hasn’t been popular (if ever it was) in the US since 2008, and in Venezuela since before the Berlin Wall fell! I guess she’s counting on the Venezuelan people to remain as blithely amnesiac as she is about inconvenient little blips like the Caracazo…and the coup of ’02, in which she signed the blatantly antidemocratic Carmona Decree. Oops!

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7. Lawrence Fucking Vander Esch. “Santorum Salad” is even funnier (or grosser) when you consider how much santorum is splattered all over the floor of his tidy little Family Values closet. Yes, that’s right, this co-founder of that infamous right-wing Iowa pizza chain with the poorly-named salad is a convicted molester who tricked his teenaged employees into sex acts by claiming it was to collect “semen samples” for research. The more you know, eh?

8. Mitt Fucking Romney. I’m pretty sure Europe doesn’t want the US’s money, considering that it was your neoliberal crapitalism that built the current crisis in the first place, Mittens. The last thing they need is to be in YOUR debt, on top of everything else. PS: Nice fucking supporters you got, too. PPS: Ha, ha. PPPS: Oh HELL no!

9. Newt Fucking Gingrich. #8 is a liar he can support? Well, you know what they say — takes one to know one. PS: Oh, NICE. Next up: Newt will “create a program” for women whom pregnancy will kill. PPS: And he gets the Founders wrong, too. Tell me again why this one should ever have a shot at the presidency of a land whose history he knows fuck-all about. PPPS: Nope, not racist at ALL!

10. Edward Fucking Brown. The only thing lamer than exposing oneself to an audience full of children during a showing of Alvin and the Chipmunks is the excuse he made for doing so.

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11. and 12. David Fucking Fowler and John Fucking Ragan. Anyone who blames the victim of a bully, especially if that victim commits suicide as a result of the bullying, deserves to be publicly shamed wherever he goes. Just sayin’.

13. Pat Fucking Robertson. Of all the people for God to reveal the next US president’s name to, Patwa has got to be the last. I mean, when was a prediction of his ever right? He can’t even get hurricanes to wipe the gay people off the Earth, fergawdsakes.

14. Ricardo Fucking Martinelli. Just the fact that he’s still president of Panama — and Bog only knows how he came by THAT — is reason enough to list him here. But the link is damned entertaining too, so just click it, learn a little about corruption in right-wing parts of Latin America, and experience the miracle of the laughter cure for yourself, ‘kay?

15. Michele Fucking Bachmann. She’s officially out of the race, and that’s a Good Thing. Now, if only she would do the same with politics in general. PS: Here it is. Your moment of Zen. Enjoy!

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16. Sarah Fucking Palin. While we’re on the subject of wingnut women who need to exit stage right: She’s still strutting back and forth, banging her big bass drum, like the Fucking Energizer Bunny. And while we’re on the subject of big bass drums, what is that THING holding up her hair?

17. Sarah Fucking Burge. Of all the things you don’t want to pass on to your impressionable daughter, a raging case of Body Dysmorphic Disorder has got to be top of the list. NO little girl needs a gazillion dollars’ worth of plastic surgery — or vouchers to get a boob job and lipo later on. How about a nice round of family counselling sessions, instead?

18. Katie Fucking Roiphe. Tiresome fucking drama queen is fucking tiresome. Nobody’s trying to shoo you off the Internets, Katie…they’re just trying to whack some sense into that remarkably dense, privileged, spoiled little head of yours. Trying to shut them out is a sure way of just bringing down more of the same richly deserved shitstorm upon yourself.

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19. and 20. Courtney Fucking Stodden and Chris Fucking Crocker. Oh, get a room, you two. And don’t take ANY pictures while you’re in there. The whole nauseated world is begging you. PS: Let’s hope this doesn’t catch on, either. Srsly. That jailbait porn schtick is so icky. She needs to go away. Far away. NOW.

21. Ezra Fucking Levant. Petulant right-wing unethical-oil man-child with tiny banana tells Chiquita to suck it? Dude, they’re gonna need a scanning electron microscope just to find that thing. Please to wash your mouth out with carbolic soap before you kiss your mother again — assuming she hasn’t disowned you. PS: Chiquita is a far-right corporation that does the majority of its dirty business in Honduras. The FARC, whom all Big Banana companies hate like poison, are leftists and from Colombia. Learn some regional geopolitics, you fucking dolt.

22. Peter Fucking MacKay. Serial monogamist, fishing-hole frequenter, SAR-chopper-commandeerer and ex-girlfriend-insulter, otherwise known as the Harper Government™ defence minister, ties the stealth-bomber knot with Iranian human rights activist — probably right on the verge of a US-aligned bombing raid of her home and native land? The mind officially boggleth. Insert ripped-from-the-headlines joke here.

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Or just an annotated portrait of the new missus, valiantly standing up for human rights, especially those of the chador-swaddled women and girls of Iran. Yeah, that’ll do.

23. Herman Fucking Cain. What to do when you’ve been forced to drop out of the Repugnican presidential race by your own past sexual shenanigans, both consensual and non-? Well, if you’re a pizza-king-slash-butler-to-the-Koch-Brothers, you just hop on the Sarah Fucking Palin Irrelevancy Express bus to nowhere, and pretend to be in touch with the very same people who would never shake your hand on account of what color it is. Personally, I think he’d have better luck starting his own dating site for Christian conservative singles. But far be it from me to prevent him from imploding further…if such a thing is even possible.

24. Carmen Fucking Tisch. Look, dear, I know you’re outraged at the CIA’s role in promoting the ultra-expensive, mind-buggering weirdness that was Abstract Expressionism. We ALL are. But really, pissing on a painting? Next time, try projectile puking. You might actually end up adding some textural interest to it.

25. Ray Fucking Lazier Fucking Lengend. Why the double Fucking? Because that’s what the Fucking Frappucino Firebomber, as he’s been dubbed, is doing to everyone’s heads. First he’s a bigot, then he’s not — oh wait, maybe he is? Whatever. Either way, he’s a fucking wanker.

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26. Peter LaFucking Barbera. Take down Santorum.com? Um, I believe the phrase we’re looking for is NOT A SNOWBALL’S CHANCE IN HELL!!!

27. Casey Fucking Anthony. Bad enough that she got off for a crime everyone was sure she’d be convicted of. Now she’s got a taste for fame, and appears determined to keep oonching back into the media spotlight, with not even a tear for her late daughter. I’m going to stop right here lest I unleash a torrent of incoherent froth and make a Nancy Fucking Grace of myself.

28. and 29. Bill Fucking Kristol and Eugene Fucking Delgaudio. Neocon, meet theocon. Go forth, and spread the santorum of rampant homophobia far and wide across the, er, Fruited Plain!

30. Christian Fucking Wulff. The political scandal of the year in Germany? No doubt about it. President gets caught negotiating a half-million-euro private home loan with a wealthy business buddy. This at a time when many people are having trouble financing their own homes. But he claims he did nothing wrong. Then, to add insult to injury, he tries to stifle a tabloid when it was ready to print the story, and is down on voicemail as threatening legal action. You’d think that might shame a bastard into coming clean, but not he: He goes on national TV claiming he was only having the story delayed for a day, “so that all the facts would be correct”. Well, pardon my multilingual profanity, but that is just a load of Scheiße! And to cap it off, this isn’t the first time he’s done shady financial dealings. And no, he STILL hasn’t resigned. That may be the biggest wank of all, considering how Germany is at the heart of the Eurozone financial shitstorm, and all these politicians preaching austerity have, one would guess, a major example to set.

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Or face a shitstorm of shoes. (Yes, the Germans picked that one up from the Arabs. Will wonders never cease?)

31. Pamela Fucking Geller. Color me skeptical, but everytime this woman writes something about Muslims or mosques, she is either batshit crazy or smoking crack. Or both.

32. The Fucking Israeli Army. Photoshopping the Dome of the Rock out of a picture of Jerusalem (for Hanukkah, yet!) has got to be the ultimate act of chutzpah. Short of an actual Palestinian genocide, that is.

33. Stephen Fucking Harper. Oh look, he’s joining Icky Ricky Ass-Sploodge in a duet. And the chorus? “Bomb bomb bomb, bomb bomb Iran”. Where have we heard THAT before?

34. Scott Fucking Walker. Need any more reasons for a recall? How’s embezzlement grab ya? And kiddie porn? And solicitation of minors? Granted, it’s his associates who are under investigation for those things. But what does his willingness to associate with those crooks tell you about his character? And his accusing political opponents of “twisting things”, as though he himself were not and did not have to be accountable in terms of his associations?

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And finally, to whoever the fuck at MSNBC was responsible for keeping Pat Fucking Buchanan on so long as a political commentator. What the fucking fuckity fuck were you thinking? And since when is a man who admired Adolf Fucking Hitler considered competent to pronounce on anything? Not exactly something to instill confidence in one about the fairness, impartiality and accuracy of the major US news media, eh. But hey, someone there finally wised up and suspended him indefinitely. And it only took millions of anti-racism protesters and several fucking years to make them see the light. That’s progress…I guess.

Good night, and get fucked!

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Festive Left Friday Blogging: Chavecito’s back, Cristina’s on the mend

Good news from Venezuela…

The Venezuelan president, Hugo Chávez, will return on Sunday with his well-known TV program, Aló Presidente, which has been on hiatus for seven months. This will be the first show since Chávez recovered from the cancer that was diagnosed in June, said a government spokesman on Wednesday.

“This Sunday, Aló Presidente returns. VictoryWithChavez2012,” wrote the minister of Communication and Information, Andrés Izarra, on his Twitter account.

The last episode of the program was broadcast on June 5 of last year. The show has been on the air since May 23, 1999, when it was broadcast from the studios of Radio Nacional de Venezuela, before appearing as well on the state television channel, VTV.

The program became irregularly scheduled in April and May, because Chávez suffered various health problems, such as the flu and knee trouble, which removed him from political activity for several weeks. Chávez reduced his usual appearances on television and in public, after having been operated on for a pelvic abscess in Cuba in June. From there, he announced to the world that he had been suffering from cancer, though he did not reveal which type, or the exact location thereof.

In order to combat the disease, Chávez received chemotherapy in Caracas and Havana. The last round was completed in September.

Six months after having been diagnosed with cancer, Chávez said he had recuperated from it, and predicted that 2012 will be a year of “lots of work” leading up to the presidential elections of October 7, in which he seeks re-election to a third mandate.

Aló Presidente has become an important tool of the government. With it, Chávez, who has appeared on camera for as long as eight hours at a stretch, communicates presidential decisions and develops his vision on various topics.

Translation mine.

Aló Presidente is now also on Twitter and Facebook, according to Aporrea, which also reports that the coming episode will be broadcast from the Orinoco oilfields.

And from Argentina:

Today (Friday), eating normally, with no intravenous line and normal clinical and laboratory controls, waiting for release within the coming hours…

Translation mine, again.

Cristina was diagnosed shortly before the holidays with thyroid cancer, and her surgery to remove the tumor was two days ago. According to the official communiqué from the presidential palace, the Casa Rosada, she was to be released from hospital within 72 hours of the operation, and will be off work until January 20.

¡Fuerza Cristina, y VIVA CHÁVEZ!

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Your bathroom has a tooth fairy problem

What was Harpo really saying? Whatever it was, this is WAY more entertaining.

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Stupid Sex Tricks: Because stupid hat tricks are so passé

Hockey normally gets very short shrift here, unless I’m wank-listing Don Fucking Cherry for his latest rockum-sockum case of Teh Stoopid. But this time, the tacky thing at the rink wasn’t him or his suit, it was what someone else tossed onto the ice:

Yes, that is a dildo. And this is its tale of whoa:

According to Gerard Yee on Twitter, somebody at the Montreal Canadiens’ 7-3 home victory over the Winnipeg Jets (a) brought a dildo to the game and (b) was compelled to throw it on the ice after Lars Eller tallied his third of four goals on the night. Huh, usually you see those things when you have trouble scoring …

Fans were confused at first, mistaking something red, stiff, immobile and deep in the zone for Hal Gill.

Soon after, Brian Gionta was then seen frantically fleeing the ice, screaming something about a sandworm from “Dune” attacking him. (Yes, that was a height joke. Moving on…)

Whether or not it was a sex toy doesn’t really matter. They never said “Play It Again, Sam” in “Casablanca” either. Lars Eller is now irreversibly linked to a red pleasure pole landing on the ice during his 5-point night, as he no doubt found out when the hats and other items collected from his trick were presented to him after the game.

Congratulations, Lars. May it enjoy a long and happy life in your trophy case.

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Orwell Rolls in His Grave

A documentary made a few years back, but still broadly relevant today. It’s all about how corporate lobbyists control government, and how corporate interests control media, and the dangers to democracy that result from this high degree of corporatization. The specific example here is that of the United States of Amnesia, but the implications are global, as corporations and their lobbyists, wherever unchecked, can undermine virtually any democracy in the world, falsify election results to their liking, marginalize popular candidates and parties, and send the truth itself down the Memory Hole.

The one heartening thing in the film is the fact that corporate control has not YET taken the reins of the Internets. And, as the Arab Spring, the Occupy movements, and other rebellions stemming directly from the revelations of Wikileaks have shown us, that means that the real power today lies not in the hands of corporate media, but — for as long as the Internets remain open — in the hands of the people who make the revolutions. Word of mouth still travels too fast for the corporations to contain, and therein lies the hope for democracy.

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Cops Behaving Badly: Fuck the Police (Before They Fuck You)

(Logo from the infamous Dave Rabbit sweatshirt, a limited-edition Vietnam War pirate radio joke product.)

Pardon my Anglo-Saxon and the explicit artwork, but given what shit is hitting the fan in Britain, it was only fittin’…

Undercover police officers routinely adopted a tactic of “promiscuity” with the blessing of senior commanders, according to a former agent who worked in a secretive unit of the Metropolitan police for four years.

The former undercover policeman claims that sexual relationships with activists were sanctioned for both men and women officers infiltrating anarchist, leftwing and environmental groups.

Sex was a tool to help officers blend in, the officer claimed, and was widely used as a technique to glean intelligence. His comments contradict claims last week from the Association of Chief Police Officers that operatives were absolutely forbidden to sleep with activists.

The one stipulation, according to the officer from the Special Demonstration Squad (SDS), a secret unit formed to prevent violent disorder on the streets of London, was that falling in love was considered highly unprofessional because it might compromise an investigation. He said undercover officers, particularly those infiltrating environmental and leftwing groups, viewed having sex with a large number of partners “as part of the job”.

“Everybody knew it was a very promiscuous lifestyle,” said the former officer, who first revealed his life as an undercover agent to the Observer last year. “You cannot not be promiscuous in those groups. Otherwise you’ll stand out straightaway.”

The claims follow the unmasking of undercover PC Mark Kennedy, who had sexual relationships with several women during the seven years he spent infiltrating a ring of environmental activists. Another two covert officers have been named in the past fortnight who also had sex with the protesters they were sent to spy on, fuelling allegations that senior officers had authorised sleeping around as a legitimate means of gathering intelligence.

However Jon Murphy, Acpo’s spokesman on serious and organised crime, said last week that undercover officers were not permitted “under any circumstances” to sleep with protesters.

Heh. Sounds like the police have quite the bit of cognitive dissonance going. One officer says he was required to screw around with activists, literally, as part of his undercover spy work, while the brass indignantly insists otherwise.

This all begs the question: Why would police feel the need to have sex with activists they were spying on, anyway?

The answer, as you might have guessed, is fucking ludicrous:

The former SDS officer claims a lack of guidelines meant sex was an ideal way to maintain cover. He admitted sleeping with at least two of his female targets as a way of obtaining intelligence.

“When you are on an undercover unit you were not given a set of instructions saying you could or couldn’t do the following. They didn’t say to you that you couldn’t go out and drink because technically you’re a police officer, that you shouldn’t go out and get involved in violent confrontations, you shouldn’t take recreational drugs.

“As regards being with women in very, very, very promiscuous groups such as the eco-wing, environmental movement, leftwing, or the Animal Liberation Front – it’s an extremely promiscuous lifestyle and you cannot not be promiscuous in there.

“Among fellow undercover officers, there is not really any kudos in the fact that you are shagging other people while deployed. Basically it’s just regarded as part of the job. It’d be highly unlikely that you were not [having sex].

“When you are using the tool of sex to maintain your cover or maybe to glean more intelligence – because they certainly talk a lot more, pillow talk – you would be ready to move on if you felt an attachment growing.

“The best way of stopping any liaison getting too heavy was to shag somebody else. It’s amazing how women don’t like you going to bed with someone else,” said the officer, whose undercover deployment infiltrating anti-racist groups lasted from 1993 to 1997. Two years later the SDS became the National Public Order Intelligence Unit, the secretive organisation that employed Kennedy and whose activities are the subject of three investigations.

The officer added that undercover police were strictly encouraged not to form a bond with women they were sleeping with and said that he knew Jim Boyling, the undercover officer who married an activist he was supposed to be spying upon.

See? Ludicrous.

I don’t know of any environmentalist group where promiscuity is actually de rigueur, as the cop-spook claims it was in these so-called “terrorist” cells. In fact, since environmentalists are apt to be politically progressive all around, compulsory promiscuous sex would be considered a flagrant ethical violation, and likely to undermine the solidarity of the group as well, rather than bolster it (much less help members to sniff out infiltrators in their midst). It would be mutually destructive and counterproductive, particularly when that old boogerbear known as Human Nature rears its jealous, possessive head. There has never yet been a commune or cult where a compulsory-promiscuous lifestyle hasn’t ultimately devolved into either a sexualized dictatorship, or else led to the dissolution of the group.

So, as you may have guessed, I’m calling shenanigans on the insistence that promiscuity was just a way for the undercover cops to blend in. Instead, I’m going to just come right out and label it for what it was: Police brutality, sexual assault, and agent provocateurism.

It is police brutality because it involves officers taking advantage of their official status to commit violence upon citizens who have done nothing wrong.

It is sexual assault because it involves officers taking advantage of their official status to secure sexual favors under false pretenses.

And it is agent provocateurism because it is all being done to covertly undermine the group, to riddle it with schisms and ultimately, to get it to dissolve.

And there is really nothing left to say on the subject except FUCK THAT SHIT.

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Big news in Bogotá

Well, who’d of thunk it? Looks like the capital of Colombia has a cool new (progressive) mayor!

Gustavo Petro was sworn in as mayor of Bogotá and presented his plan for the city for the coming years. He explained that his decree prohibiting the bearing of arms will be permanent.

“We will not prohibit the ownership of firearms, which the law authorizes. What will not be permitted is the bearing of weapons in discotheques, buses and bars, so that people end up killing each other. We want Bogotá to be a weapons-free space,” said Petro.

The police commander of Bogotá, General Luis Eduardo Martínez, will begin to apply the measure immediately.

“It’s one thing to own [guns], and another to carry. I hope the police force stands behind me on this once the decree is expedited. In a few months we’ll evaluate it statistically,” said Petro in his hour-long speech.

Petro, a 51-year-old economist, was a member of the nationalist M-19 insurgency, which disbanded in 1990. In 1991 he participated in the Constituent Assembly, which edited the current constitution of Colombia, and since then has been a parliamentarian on several occasions.

His triumph in winning the second-most-important popular election in Colombia occurs 20 years after the assassination of M-19 leader Carlos Pizarro, who was campaigning in the presidential election. This is the first time an ex-insurgent has risen to a post of such importance in Colombia, where the FARC and ELN guerrillas are still active.

Translation mine.

Gustavo Petro, you may recall, was a Colombian senator last time his name appeared here. Then, he and fellow progressive senator Piedad Córdoba helped Chavecito negotiate with the FARC for the release of several hostages, among them Ingrid Betancourt, a cause célèbre in both Colombia and France. The success of those peace talks freaked out El Narco (and no doubt his gringo handlers as well), who promptly put the kibosh to everything and drove Sen. Córdoba out of office, alleging that she had guerrilla ties. It was all a lie, of course — the only tie Piedad Córdoba maintains with the FARC is her willingness to talk with them and intercede on behalf of their political prisoners!

But back to Gustavo Petro. It’s really cool to see him take charge in Bogotá, and his anti-guncrime decree is precisely what’s needed in that city, where drug-gang wars are all too much a fact of everyday life. I have no doubt that when the stats roll in, Bogotá’s legendary high murder rates will show a marked drop. And people will be looking at leftist ex-guerrillas in a whole new light.

Qué todo va bien, alcalde. Feliz año nuevo, qué viene la paz.

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Music for a Sunday: I will be with you again…

Back before the Berlin Wall fell, there used to be this really cool band from Ireland. Whatever happened to them?

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