Oh thats just wrong..

Warning.. extremely graphic.


Source: http://www.thepittsburghchannel.com/news/15529277/detail.html



'GREENSBURG, Pa. -- An 18-year-old Greensburg man has been charged with raping a baby who police said was left in his care. Police said Scott Wade Smith raped his girlfriend's 5-month-old girl Friday morning at a home in the 500 block of Highland Avenue, where several people, including the infant's mother, were living. Authorities said the infant suffered severe injuries and was flown to Children's Hospital of Pittsburgh, where surgery was performed. Police said the girl was crying so hard she nearly stopped breathing. According to police, Smith made a story about the baby choking on a crayon, but paramedics didn't find anything in her throat. So, they decided to take her to Westmoreland Hospital, which is where doctors found blood inside her diaper. "Doctors immediately notified Greensburg police, who headed to the house with a search warrant," said Capt. George Seranko of the Greensburg Police Department. There, police said they found a blood-soaked towel in a box in Smith's bedroom, along with four red-stained baby wipes. The mother was in class at her high school when the alleged attack occurred, police said. Smith was charged with five felonies, including rape of a child, causing seriously bodily injury, involuntary deviate sexual intercourse and endangering the welfare of children. He is being held at the Westmoreland County Prison on $1 million bail. Police said rape of a child with serious bodily injury under the age of 13 is punishable by life in prison, and they are asking the district attorney to push for that sentence. A preliminary hearing is scheduled for Thursday. It's unknown whether Smith has a lawyer yet.'



WTFWTFWTFWTFWTFWTF!!!
I say congress get together to bring back cruel and unusual punishment for a special one time engagement. Evil Skeezy infant rapist, meet Crucifixtion. Crucifixtion, Skeezy.

K time to barf up the Okonomiyaki I had for lunch.

Bicycles

One of the first things I noticed about Japan is how incessantly clean everythign was. Obnoxious even. I found myself thinking twice before tossing trash carelessly around as I roam the streets. Sometimes there was even a pang of guilt involved, which is an entirely foreign feeling that I am still getting comfortable with. Of course the alternative, carrying the trash around until I am near a proper recepticle, is absolutely out of question. Perhaps if there were a trash can every few feet it would be easier to adjust, but alas, Japan has not been so thoughtful as to provide such amenities. But, regardless of Japans inconsiderate insolency, I have decided to strive to be the better man. Using my fantasticle brain I have come up with a solution to my little problem. You see, I noticed that, where Japan is lacking in waste bins, it is abundant in Bicycles. Bicycles, with handy baskets strapped to each and every one of them. You see where I am getting at? The way I see it, I am simply passing on the responsiblility to somebody that actually cares. Japan, take notes. This is has been a lesson in how to be considerate towards others.

I JAPAN WENT TO NOW ENGRISH NO SPEAKY CAN DO..!!

Hell, I almost wish that was the case. For the slow ones out there, I am currently staying in a wretched little country called Japan. You may have heard of it. Raw fish, Cartoon Porno, Tom Cruise, ring any bells? We bombed the shit out of them way back in nineteen fourty-something. Don't feel bad, they were being kind of a bitch, and we showed them. All jokes aside, Japan is a fun little country and I came here with huge expectations. Before I left I was assured by certain 'experts' that my American Passport and the pickup line 'hey.. can you speak English?' would be all I need to conjure up swarms of male lackeys and female fans. -SO- not true. I've worn my freakin passport around my neck while waving around a picture of the fucking stars and stripes, and not ONE bitch has come up to me screaming 'OMG OMGOMG AMARIKA JIN DESUKA?? AUHHHGHHGHH!!!! CHING CHING TOUCHY TOUCHY KUDASAI ONEGAIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEH!!!'. Just doesn't happen. Fucking liars. Also, I had some queer notion that somehow I would pick up the Japanese language through osmosis simply by calling myself a Japanese Citezen (which I officially am btw, dual citezenship baby!). Two weeks in and I still order food at restaurants by pointing at pictures and giving puppy dog eyes. Hey, if it works, it works.. But I admit it's a tad frustrating. Of course I understand that realistically two weeks is not a very long time and nobody could expect to be fluent in a foreign language so quickly, but I didn't expect the reality of the situation to be such an incredible kick in the liver.
And the walking. Jesus Christ, I think I've walked more in two weeks than my entire 19 years in sunny So-Cal. I mean, taking the train and all the other forms of public transportation provided for the average Japanese citezen was a cute novelty and all, but that that shit became old faster than Elijah Woods' acting career after his lil LotR shindig.

I realize I'm starting to sound like a whiny baby that doesn't appreciate the wonderful opportunity he has been presented with and blah blah blah.. Actually, there are a few good things about Japan.

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The vending machines carry Lucky Strike Lights. An 'American Original', yekno, yet you can't find them in any of the local corner stores I've been around back home unless we're talking about those gritty unfiltered badboys. Lung Cancer is nice and all but I dont need it in the next 6 months, thanks. Here in Japan they got them (the filtered variant) on every 10 feet, for 320￥ (roughly 3 dollars)　a pack, no less. Plus a plethora of other domestic and foreign brands for ones smoking pleasure. And I don't even have to bust out the puppy dog eyes.

That single fact right there just might make this whole Japan nightmare worth it. Just maybe.

Cheers~