[Justin Trudeau on 3/31/12]
At DC Homestay, there are small frogs and snails. Leaving my room yesterday before dawn, I heard a crunch underfoot. In the past, I had always managed to sidestep these sluggish fellows, but this guy’s days were simply numbered. No more swaying grass overhead or sounds of crickets, like rumors of war, arriving from some vast distance, which to him meant ten yards away.
No more heart skipping drama of steady footsteps approaching in the dark, nor flirtatious glances from sultry Snailetta. Goodbye, my love, you needn’t have been so cruel! Always a step too late for any choice morsel or ass, he had to console himself with this bitterest philosophy, “Privations make that rare banquet or orgy so much sweeter.”
Why did this asshole have to leave his bed so early, he couldn’t even think before his shell, which he thought so solid, crumbled. For me, there was nothing to do but incorporate my latest victim into my own meat package. Though overwhelmed by imported fettuccine, fermented bean curds, kimchi and pork sausage, he was still distinctive and slimy enough, but we’re one now, as destined. I thank you, snail.
Anthropocentrically speaking, there’s a more significant murder in Vung Tau. On 5/19/24, a 21-year-old woman from Cần Giờ, a short ferry ride away, came to this lovely city with two men she had only met online. After seeing some sights, eating and laughing, she entered to a hotel just after midnight with one of them. All evening long, he had noticed her expensive jewelry. Out on a rare date, she had to look gorgeous. With Vung Tau so glitzy, she didn’t want to come off as some thím mười with an alum encrusted cunt, “lồn phèn.”
After strangling her to death, 20-year-old Võ Thành Long texted 25-year-old Vũ Thành Huy. Talking it over at the hotel, they decided to buy a suitcase in the morning. Stuffed with their recent date, it was dumped at Small Mountain, known for its arm spreading Jesus at the top. Her jewelry they sold for cash. Though not much, it was more than what they had had in months.
A manicurist with a job in Saigon, she lived with her parents. Her mom has a fruit stand. Her dad unloads boxes from trucks, then stacks them in a warehouse. Her photos show a young woman way too pretty to go out with two morons with lifeless eyes, with Long a mouth breather.
Among low end murderers and rapists, idiotic faces are common. You can tell they don’t think too deeply about anything. They can’t read more than shop signs. Impulsive, they commit rash acts that often get them arrested soon after. Even when not breaking laws, they make a mess of life by spending and fucking without considering consequences. Their lives are chaotic and often violent.
In the 19th century, many tried to identify outward signs of criminals. Here’s Cesare Lombroso (1835-1909):
In general, thieves are notable for their expressive faces and manual dexterity, small wandering eyes that are often oblique in form, thick and close eyebrows, distorted or squashed noses, thin beards and hair, and sloping foreheads. Like rapists, they often have jug ears. Rapists, however, nearly always have sparkling eyes, delicate features, and swollen lips and eyelids. Most of them are frail; some are hunchbacked. Pederasts are often distinguished by a feminine elegance of the hair and feminine clothing, which they insist on wearing even under their prison uniforms.
Habitual murderers have a cold, glassy stare and eyes that are sometimes bloodshot and filmy; the nose is often hawklike and always large; the jaw is strong, the cheekbones broad; and their hair is dark, abundant, and crisply textured. Their beards are scanty, their canine teeth very developed, and their lips thin. Often their faces contract, exposing the teeth. Among nearly all arsonists, I have observed a softness of skin, an almost childlike appearance, and an abundance of thick straight hair that is almost feminine.
Detecting numerous cranial abnormalities among Italian criminals, Lombroso concluded they closely corresponded “to characteristics observed in normal skulls of the colored and inferior races,” so a normal black, brown or yellow person is like an Italian murderer, rapist or thief! Celebrated during his days, Lombroso is now mostly mocked by academics. Cesare, “Nearly all criminals have jug ears, thick hair, thin beards, pronounced sinuses, protruding chins, and broad cheekbones.”
Consider, though, Lombroso’s observations on tattoos:
Among noncriminal men, the use of tattoos is decreasing, with rates ten times lower in 1873 than in 1863. On the other hand, the custom persists and indeed reaches enormous proportions among the criminal population, both military and nonmilitary, where among 1,432 individuals examined, 115 or 7.9 percent sported tattoos.
[…]
Only a few soldiers, mostly deserters released from prison, had obscene tattoos in the genital region. More significant results are obtained from my direct study of 102 tattooed criminals, of whom four had obscene tattoos. One had a figure of a nude woman traced over the length of his penis. A second had the face of a woman drawn on the glans, in such a way that the woman’s mouth was the penis’s orifice; higher up on the penis was the Savoyard flag. A third had the initials of his lover on his penis; a fourth had a bouquet of flowers. All of this reveals not only a shamelessness but also insensitivity, given that the sexual organs are extremely sensitive to pain. Even savages avoid tattooing these areas.
In a decade, tattooing among the law abiding decreased tenfold, but it reached “enormous proportions” among criminals, yet only 7.9% of those locked up had tatts! By comparison, 32% of Americans are now inked, with 22% having more than one. Lip, tongue, clitoris and penis piercings are also increasing.
In Bellaire, Texas, a cop claimed a couple had broken several times into his house. For sale, it’s unoccupied, Omar Barrientos said, yet his shotgun was there for the male intruder to grab. He wrested it back. “I go in there and start yelling out some more and that’s when the woman comes out. I believe her name is Brianna Miles. She comes out naked.” Bolting, she left behind sex toys.
Since this version made little sense, Barrientos promptly contradicted himself to the another news outlet. He and his wife found Frazier and a woman inside their house. Frazier ran away wearing Barrientos’ clothing. Later, his wife discovered a bottle of liquor missing, so Barrientos rushed home to find signs of an intruder.
Jaymes Frazier and Brianna Miles’ mugshots show two unequivocal morons, but Barrientos is also an idiot for telling FOX 26 and KHOU 11 incongruous lies. The biggest idiots, though, are those TV stations for not calling bullshit on this cop’s stories.
A recent FOX 26 video, “Houston woman who’s face was hell down in ants by police sues.” Who’s hell indeed. English is dying across America.
Frazier has the Mercedes-Benz logo and “Joy” tatted on his sullen mug. Miles has left her face pristine.
Top notch murderers and rapists, though, are shrewd, calculating and, often, even charismatic enough to be elected by morons, so we have “leaders” such as Zelensky, Trudeau, Biden, Trump, Netanyahu, Macron and Scholz, etc. In this category, the best recent actor was undoubtedly Obama.
Of all countries, one is particularly blessed with an abundance of both subbasement and penthouse criminals. Working together, they ensure those in the middle are constantly enraged yet impotent. Even without lockdowns, they mostly lock themselves inside. Caged, they’re sedated by pixelated chimeras. To feel unique, they can always get another tattoo, like everybody else.
The most curious tatt noted by Lombroso was on a soldier’s cock, “ENTRA TUTTO.” To enter everything is to be a homosexual, Lombroso interpreted. According to a 2022 Gallup poll, only 7.1% of Americans identify as LGBT, so more must entrano tutto more often. Get with it, America!
[confessed murderer Võ Thành Long, 20-years-old, of Bà Rịa, a city adjacent to Vũng Tàu, on 5/23/24]
[Jaymes Frazier and Brianna Miles of Bellaire, Texas on 5/22/24]
[Yuval Noah Harari as shown in The New Yorker on 2/10/20]
[snail eating primate with ape like prognathism in Vung Tau on 5/25/24]
Linh, just in case you hit the motherlode while there;
Snails in Garlic Butter Servings: 4
Ingredients
24 large canned snails, rinsed and drained
1 medium shallot, sliced
0.25 pound unsalted butter cut in cubes
8 large garlic cloves
1 small parsley bunch, about 1 cup
12 large basil leaves
Salt and freshly ground pepper
Instructions
In a pan on medium heat, melt 1 ounce of butter and sweat the shallots and snails for 3 to 4 minutes. Season with salt and pepper, stir and store in a bowl. In the small bowl of a food processor, chop the garlic, parsley and basil leaves.
Add the cubed butter, salt, and pepper until the butter is soft and the ingredients are thoroughly combined. Arrange the sautéed snails in individual ovenproof serving dishes; cover each dish with a generous tablespoon of garlic butter. Before baking, sprinkle a teaspoon of breadcrumbs on top of the snails.
Bake in a 400°F oven for 10 to 15 minutes, until the butter, begins to bubble and brown. Serve with a crusty French baguette for sopping up the sauce.
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I've had flirtatious glances with snails in my suspicious and dubious past. But for now let it suffice that while not every snail is a man, every man (or woman) is sometimes a snail.
For a snail to traverse 10 yards is analogous to a man traversing to the moon. "That's one small step for man, one giant leap for [snaildom].
I believe it was the great Stoic Roman emperor, Marcus Aurellus who, while spending the northern winter of the year 156 A.D. in the dark, dismal and endless forests, north of the Danube River, in Germania fending off attacks by the German barbarians, who wrote in his "Meditations", "Someday, someone will invent the car (autobus maximus) and it will be a hell of a lot easier to drive down to Rome on La Strada for a holiday (rather than traveling like a 'snail' marching with my legions ) to meet up with my friends Gore Vidal and Marcelo Mostriani at the fountains of La Trevia."
Or maybe the great emperor didn't write this. But he wanted to.
I believe it was the Roman historian Tacitus who wrote of a fellow countryman who had made the arduous journey from Gaul in the west to far eastern Germania (what would today be the Polish border). It was said that between the perpetually gloomy weather of the region and the thick and endless coniferous forests the Roman traveler journeyed for weeks without ever seeing the sun.
Your photo (albeit in the form of a mugshot) looks good. Mr. Harrari, on the other hand, looks like the psychopathic, contemptuous criminal that he is. Just as Mr. Trudeau looks like the goof-ball that he indeed is.
I'm greatly chagrined to admit it but my last driver's license photo looks much like that guy with the "tat" on the right side of his face. Maybe that's why the cops pull me over all the time (and I don't even have a car!).