Early the morning of March 24, 1944 a German patrol pulled up to a home on the outskirts of in the Polish town of Markowa. The Germans had been alerted by a local police constable to the fact that eight Jews, comprising members of two different families, had secretly been given shelter by Josef Ulma, a prominent citizen and the town librarian. The Germans surrounded the home, and after extracting the Jews shot all eight of them in the head on the spot. Not satisfied with this bloody deed, the Germans turned to the Ulma family themselves. For hiding Jews in defiance of German martial law, Joseph was shot. The fact that Jospeh’s wife Wiktoria was his eight months pregnant, failed to soften the Soldier’s hearts and she was shot as well. Finally, the Nazis turned their attention to the UIma’s six children, now weeping loudly and profusely at the sight of their dead parents. Methodically, mercilessly and in cold blood they were shot as well. The eldest of the Ulma children was eight years old. The youngest was but two. Read more »
In pondering the significance of the Umpqua Community college tragedy, one of a seemingly unbroken string of mass killings to shake the nation since the shocking Columbine massacre 16 years ago, the first and perhaps most distasteful truth we have to acknowledge is that this shooting will not change anything. I’m sorry to be so blunt. I’m sorry if this sounds defeatist. But any honest assessment of the politics and the culture of firearms in America must come to the simple and inescapable conclusion that thanks to our nation’s out-sized love of firearms, at this very moment somewhere in the Midwest a mother is preparing dinner for a daughter who won’t live to see her 21st birthday, somewhere down South a father and son are restoring an old car that will be completed by just one of them under a somber cloud of loss, somewhere in New England a young couple are planning for a future life together in a world that has a place set aside for only one of them, and this is a scene that is being replayed hundreds, if not thousands of times this very moment all across our country.
Called a reformer, yet still cutting off hands, and heads.
You know you want to see this movie!
On the Internet.
Nojo, want to make a movie? If we can get even a few thousand bucks, we can recruit a film crew and crowdsource the script.
Here’s the frame: Kim Park Kim escapes from North Korea and invents a time travel machine so he can have 100 chances to kill Kim Jong-un but everyone in the world is so eager to kill him, too, he is forced to hold a contest and give away the other 99 chances.
The contest is simple. Kim Park Kim will chose the first 99 most imaginative ways to kill Kim Jong-un.
This sets up story to plot point two. Everyone is showing up at Kim Park Kim’s front door with money, drugs, immense luscious breasts to bribe him into selecting their grisly plan to kill Kim Jong-un.
Hucksters playing the obvious angle try selling time travel devices to North Korea to foil our heroes by murdering Kim Park before he escapes North Korea.
This will get us to plot point two. Even if we’re stuck for ideas, we can retread parts of the Palin opera.
What do you say, Nojo?
Savage, relentless artistry demonstrated by a horn line of kids mostly under the age of 16 and mostly female.
I make no excuses for the drum line but fuckin’ A these little kids ripped your heart out, ate it, burped and then ran back to do their chores.
If you’re not ripping your clothes off during Malaguena, you have no pulse.