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Josef Mengele (March 16, 1911 – February 7, 1979), was a German SS officer and a physician in the German Nazi concentration camp Auschwitz-Birkenau. He gained notoriety chiefly for being one of the SS physicians who supervised the selection of arriving transports of prisoners, determining who was to be killed and who was to become a forced laborer, and for performing human experiments on camp inmates, amongst whom Mengele was known as the Angel of Death.

After the war, he first hid in Germany under an assumed name, then escaped and lived in South America, first in Argentina (until 1959) and finally in Brazil, where he accidentally drowned. This was confirmed using DNA testing on his remains.

Early years and career

Mengele was born in Günzburg, Bavaria, eldest of three sons of Karl Mengele (1881–1959), a well-to-do industrialist, and his wife Walburga Hupfauer (d. 1946). He had two younger brothers, Karl (1912–1949) and Alois (1914–1974).

In 1930, Mengele left Günzburg gymnasium (high school). He studied medicine and anthropology at the University of Munich, earning a doctorate in Anthropology (Ph.D.), supervised by Prof. Theodor Mollison, in 1935 with a dissertation on racial differences in the structure of the lower jaw. He worked as an assistant to Otmar von Verschuer at the Frankfurt University Institute of Hereditary Biology and Racial Hygiene. In 1938 he obtained a doctorate in medicine (M.D.) with a dissertation called “Familial Research on cleft lip and palate and Jaw.” His belief in the Nazi racial ideology was already evident in his academic research. The Universities of Munich and Frankfurt revoked his degrees in 1964.

In 1931, at the age of 20, Mengele joined the Stahlhelm, a paramilitary organization, which was incorporated into the SA in 1933. He resigned shortly thereafter, alluding to health problems. He applied for Nazi party membership in 1937 and in 1938 joined the SS. In 1939, Mengele married his first wife, Irene Schönbein, with whom he had one child, a son named Rolf.

In 1940 he was placed in the reserve medical corps, following which he served with a Waffen-SS unit. In 1942 he was wounded at the Russian front and was pronounced medically unfit for combat, and promoted to the rank of SS-Hauptsturmführer (Captain). During his service on the Eastern Front during 1941-1942, Mengele received the Iron Cross, both first class and second class, the Wound Badge in black, and the Eastern Front Medal.

Auschwitz

In 1943 Mengele replaced another doctor who had fallen ill at the Nazi extermination camp Birkenau. On May 24, 1943, he became medical officer of Auschwitz-Birkenau’s “Gypsy camp.” In August 1944, this camp was liquidated and all its inmates gassed. Subsequently Mengele became Chief Medical Officer of the main infirmary camp at Birkenau. He was not, though, the Chief Medical Officer of Auschwitz — superior to him was SS-Standortarzt (garrison physician) Eduard Wirths.

It was during his 21-month stay at Auschwitz that Mengele achieved infamy, and it is for this period that he is referred to as the Angel of Death. Mengele took turns with the other SS physicians at Auschwitz in meeting incoming prisoners at the ramp, determining who would be retained for work and who would be sent to the gas chambers immediately.

Human experimentation

Mengele used Auschwitz as an opportunity to continue his research on heredity, using inmates for human experimentation. He was particularly interested in twins, who were selected and placed in special barracks. He also studied a disease called Noma, which particularly affected children from the Gypsy camp. While the cause of Noma remains relatively unknown, it is now known that it affects chiefly children suffering from malnutrition and a weak immune system, and many develop the disease shortly after having suffered another illness like measles or tuberculosis. Mengele tried to prove that Noma was caused by racial inferiority.

Mengele took an interest in physical abnormalities discovered among the arrivals at the concentration camp. This included dwarves, notably the Ovitz family, a Jewish Romanian artist’s family, seven of whose ten members were dwarves. Prior to their deportation they toured in Eastern Europe as the Lilliput Troupe. He often called them “my dwarf family”; to him they seemed to be the perfect expression of “the abnorm.”

Mengele’s experiments were of dubious scientific value, including attempts to change eye colour by injecting chemicals into children’s eyes, various amputations of limbs and other brutal surgeries. Rena Gelissen’s account of her time in Auschwitz details certain experiments performed on female prisoners around October 1943. During roll calls Mengele would show up to perform a “special work detail” selection, which fooled some into thinking that this would be a relief from the otherwise hard labour they were performing. Mengele would experiment on the chosen girls, performing sterilization and shock treatments. Most of the victims died, either due to the experiments or later infections.

A Hungarian Jewish prisoner doctor, Miklos Nyiszli, who was an experienced pathologist and had studied in Germany, was chosen to work as Mengele’s assistant, and wrote about his experiences. The subjects of Mengele’s research were better fed and housed than ordinary prisoners and were for the time being safe from the gas chambers. To Mengele they were nevertheless not fellow human beings, but rather material on which to conduct his experiments. On several occasions he killed subjects simply to be able to dissect them afterwards.

After Auschwitz

When the SS abandoned the Auschwitz Death Camp on January 17, 1945, Mengele came to Groß Rosen camp in lower Silesia, again working as camp physician. Groß Rosen was dissolved in the end of February, when the Red Army was already very near. Mengele worked in other camps for a short time, and, on May 2, joined a Wehrmacht medical unit led by his former colleague at the Institute of Hereditary Biology and Racial Hygiene, Dr. Hans Otto Kahler, in Bohemia. The unit hurried west to avoid being captured by the Soviets and were taken as POWs by the Americans. Mengele, initially registered under his own name, was released in June 1945 with papers giving his name as “Fritz Hollmann.” From July 1945 until May 1949, he worked as a farmhand in a small village near Rosenheim, Bavaria, staying in contact with his wife and his old friend Hans Sedlmeier. It was Sedlmeier who arranged Mengele’s escape to Argentina via Innsbruck, Sterzing, Merano and Genova. Mengele may have been assisted by the ODESSA network.

Mengele in South America

In Buenos Aires, Mengele at first worked as a construction worker, but came in contact with influential Germans soon, which allowed him an affluent lifestyle for the next years. He also got money from his family and from Sedlmeier. In Buenos Aires, he got to know other notorious Nazis such as Hans-Ulrich Rudel and Adolf Eichmann. In 1955, he bought a fifty per cent share of a pharmaceutical company, the same year he divorced from his wife, Irene. Three years later he married Martha Mengele, the widow of his younger brother Karl Jr.; she then came to Argentina with her then fourteen-year-old son, Dieter.

Although he was doing well in South America, Mengele feared being captured so he left Argentina in 1959 and moved to Paraguay after managing to get a Paraguayan passport on the name “Mengele José”. Mengele hoped that Paraguay would be safer for him, as dictator Alfredo Stroessner was of German descent. Among other locations in Paraguay, he lived on the outskirts of Hohenau, a German colony in the department of Itapúa. His anxiety, however, haunted him, especially after he heard of the Mossad’s abduction of Eichmann and the trial and execution in Israel. Using the identity of “Peter Hochbichler”, he crossed the border to Brazil in 1960 and lived in São Paulo with the Austrian-born Neo-Nazi Wolfgang Gerhard, who was a member of Hans-Ulrich Rudel’s “Kameradenwerk.”

The same year, Mengele moved to Nova Europa, about three hundred kilometres (186 miles) outside São Paulo, where he lived with the Hungarian refugees Geza and Gitta Stammer, working as manager of their farm. In the seclusion of his Brazilian hideaway, Mengele became depressed, egomaniacal and aggressive, always fearing being captured. In 1974, when his relationship with the Stammer family was coming to an end, Rudel and Gerhard discussed relocating Mengele to Bolivia where he could spend time with Klaus Barbie, but Mengele rejected this proposal. Instead, he lived in a bungalow in a suburb of São Paulo for the last years of his life. In 1977, his only son Rolf, never having known his father before, visited him there and found an unrepentant Nazi who claimed he “had never personally harmed anyone in his whole life.”

Mengele, whose health had deteriorated for years, died on February 7, 1979, in Santos, Brazil, when he suffered a stroke while swimming in the sea. He was buried in Embu under the name “Wolfgang Gerhard,” whose ID-card he had used since 1976.

The manhunt for Mengele

Mengele was listed on the Allies’ list of war criminals as early as 1944, his name was mentioned in the Nuremberg trials several times, but Allied forces were convinced that Mengele was dead, which was also claimed by Irene and the family in Günzburg. In 1959, after suspicions had grown that he was still alive, given his divorce from Irene in 1955 and his marriage to Martha in 1958, a warrant of arrest was issued by the German authorities. Subsequently, German attorneys, such as Fritz Bauer, Israel’s Mossad, and private investigators like Simon Wiesenthal and Beate Klarsfeld followed the trail of the “Angel of Death.” The last confirmed sightings of Mengele placed him in Paraguay, and it was believed that he was still hiding there, protected by Hans-Ulrich Rudel and dictator Alfredo Stroessner. Sightings of Mengele were reported all over the world, but they turned out to be false clues.

In 1985, the German police raided the house of Hans Sedlmeier in Günzburg and seized address books, letters and papers hinting at the grave in Embu. Mengele was exhumed in May 1985 and identified by forensic experts. Rolf Mengele issued a statement saying that he “had no doubt it was the remains of his father“. Everything was kept quiet “to protect those who knew him in South America“, Rolf said. In 1992, a DNA test confirmed Mengele’s identity. He had evaded capture for 34 years and was the subject of Ira Levin’s best-selling novel and later film adaptation, The Boys from Brazil.

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Sinatra article from Seize the Night

Sinatra and the mob – it’s an old and long, long story and perhaps less significant than one might think. Some feel there is much to be made of it. Sinatra himself felt too much was made of it. He was in showbiz, he said, and there is no way to avoid gangsters all of the time.

Still, it’s closer to the truth to say that Sinatra went out of his way to be with them than to avoid them. He flew to Havana in 1946 to attend a big underworld bash for Lucky Luciano (who had only months before been deported back to Italy after being paroled from his organized prostitution conviction). Later, when Luciano was away from his home in Naples, Italian police found a gold cigarette case with the inscription: “To my dear pal Lucky, from his friend, Frank Sinatra.”

During the Kefauver investigation, Sinatra was questioned in advance by committee counsel Joseph L. Nellis to determine if he should be called to testify. At a 4a.m. meeting held in an office atop Rockefeller Center, Sinatra was asked about mobsters he knew, and he acknowledged “knowing” or “seeing” or saying “hello” and “goodbye” to an impressive – but possibly incomplete – list of them: Lucky Luciano; the brothers Fischetti, Joe, Rocco and Charles, cousins of Al Capone and powers in the Chicago Outfit; Meyer Lansky; Frank Costello; Joe Adonis; Longy Zwillman; Willie Moretti; Jerry Catena and Bugsy Siegel. Ultimately the Kefauver Committee did not call Sinatra. With Sinatra’s career then in decline, the committee felt no real purpose would be served by lambasting him in public and perhaps finishing off his career. Implicit in that decision was the fact that Sinatra, even if the senators didn’t know it at the time, was little more than a Mafia groupie. Joe E. Lewis and Jimmy Durante would qualify just as readily.

After the hearings Sinatra’s career revitalized, and he continued to be linked with mafiosi, but it would be hard to tell whether Sinatra was more entranced with mobsters or they with him. Each at various times may have gained something from the other. Ralph Salerno, a specialist on organized crime formerly with the New York Police Department, quoted by Nicholas Gage in The Mafia is not an Equal Opportunity Employer, was upset that people, knowing Sinatra was an acquaintance of presidents and kings, would figure his other pals were okay. “That’s the service Sinatra renders his gangster friends,” says Salerno. “You’d think a guy like Sinatra would care about that. But he doesn’t. He doesn’t give a damn.”

Actually the mob was able to use Sinatra and his P.R. clout many times. When Doc Stacher, Meyer Lansky’s close associate, was building the Sands in Las Vegas, he told interviewers years later, “we . . . sold Frank Sinatra a nine percent stake in the hotel. Frank was flattered to be invited, but the object was to get him to perform there, because there’s no bigger draw in Las Vegas. When Frankie was performing, the hotel really filled up.”

Sinatra’s first gangster friend appears to have been Willie Moretti, the New Jersey extortionist, narcotics trafficker and murderer. Moretti, also known as Willie Moore, took a liking to the young fellow New Jerseyan and helped him get some band dates when he was struggling in local clubs and roadhouses for peanuts.

Then Sinatra recorded his first hit song with Harry James in 1939, “All or Nothing at All,” and eventually went to work for Tommy Dorsey for what seemed an astronomical salary of $125 a week. A myth built up after Sinatra and Dorsey had parted that they remained warm friends. “Hot enemies” would have been a better description. Sinatra’s popularity had soared. Bobbysoxers followed him everywhere. He desperately wanted to dump Dorsey, and the underworld story has long circulated that Willie Moretti came to the rescue. Moretti was said to have obtained Sinatra’s release from the band leader in convincing Mafia style, jamming a gun in Dorsey’s mouth. The hard bargaining that followed called for Dorsey to get $1 in compensation for selling him Sinatra’s contract.

Not that Moretti didn’t also chastise the singer at times. When Sinatra’s marriage to his first wife, Nancy, was busting up and he was planning to marry Ava Gardner, the mobster wired Sinatra: “I AM VERY MUCH SURPRISED WHAT I HAVE BEEN READING IN THE NEWSPAPERS BETWEEN YOU AND YOUR DARLING WIFE. REMEMBER YOU HAVE A DECENT WIFE AND CHILDREN. YOU SHOULD BE VERY HAPPY. REGARDS TO ALL. WILLIE MOORE.”

As it turned out, Sinatra had little more time in which to offend Moretti. The mafioso was executed by the mob. His advanced syphilis affected his brain, and it was feared he was revealing too much about Mafia operations.

In later years Sinatra was frequently linked with a number of other top mafiosi, especially Sam Giancana and Johnny Roselli, the Chicago mob honchos. Sinatra was embarrassed with a news photograph showing him with an arm around Luciano at the time of the infamous Havana gathering. In more recent years another widely published photograph, taken in Sinatra’s dressing room at the Westchester, New York, Premier Theater, shows the star grinning widely in the company of such mafiosi as the late Carlo Gambino, hit man-cum-informer Jimmy “the Weasel” Fratianno, and three others later convicted and sentenced for fraud and skimming the theater’s box office.

In 1985, cartoonist Garry Trudeau depicted a tribute to Sinatra by President Ronald Reagan and followed it in the next panel with the Westchester theater photo. Outraged, Sinatra issued a statement through his personal public relations firm: “Garry Trudeau makes his living by his attempts at humor without regard to fairness or decency. I don’t know if he has made any effort on behalf of others or done anything to help the less fortunate in this country or elsewhere. I am happy to have the President and the people of the United States judge us by our respective track records.”

Over the years Sinatra was as thick with presidents and presidential candidates as with mafiosi. He had close ties with John Kennedy (until barred from the White House by Robert Kennedy after he checked Sinatra’s background), Hubert Humphrey (who scheduled him for a series of fund-raising concerts but quietly dropped him from the campaign in 1968 after a Wall Street Journal piece listed some of his underworld relationships), Richard Nixon, Spiro Agnew, Gerald Ford and, of course, President Reagan.

Jimmy the Weasel, after he turned informer, was apparently quite upset when the Federal Strike Force didn’t go ahead with a case that had what he clearly regarded as Sinatra star quality. According to Fratianno Sinatra “gofer” Jilly Rizzo approached him and complained about a former Sinatra security guard the singer had fired; he was supposedly supplying the weekly tabloids with material about Sinatra. The word was that the man, Andy “Banjo” Celentano, was about to write a book about Sinatra. The Weasel quoted Rizzo as saying: “We want this guy stopped once and for all,” meaning that Celantano should have his legs broken and be put in the hospital. “Let’s see if he gets the message.” Fratianno accepted the assignment to watch Celentano, but neither he nor other California mafiosi could locate their target. Celentano solved their problem altogether by suffering a fatal heart attack on October 8, 1977.

Clearly, the Weasel saw a delightful show trial in his revelations and was disappointed when the Federal Strike Force showed little interest in the matter. There was no evidence tying in Sinatra, and certainly federal lawyers weren’t wild about pursuing Jilly Rizzo. Not when, as one told Fratianno, “you’ve got a chance to put bosses in prison. Those are one-in-a-lifetime chances. With an informant-type witness, overexposure is a terminal disease.” Politely, the government was telling Fratianno that there was no legal case and they were not going to let him grab headlines for scandal purposes.

Unlike with cartoonist Trudeau, Sinatra expressed no outrage when deadly hit man Fratianno recounted the details of the alleged incident in his book The Last Mafioso.

Yesterday I went out with some friends to watch Dead Silence. Going in, I didn’t think much of it. I’ve never really found English horror films or thrillers scary. I’ve watched quite a few Asian horror films and the English ones are nothing compared to those.

But this movie proved me wrong! From the makers of the movie SAW, this was one of their best yet. I couldn’t stop jumping in covering my eyes, squealing and jumping in my seat. Even my boo was too chicken to watch it!

mary shaw poem

Beware the stare of Mary Shaw
She had no children, only dolls
And if you see her in your dreams
Be sure you never, ever scream

Plot taken from Wikipedia.

In the sleepy town of Raven’s Fair, there is a ghost story about Mary Shaw, a ventriloquist whose ambition was to make the perfect doll. Accused of murdering a young boy named Michael Ashen, Shaw was hunted down and killed by the vengeful townspeople, who cut her tongue out. They buried her along with her “children”, a hand-made collection of 101 ventriloquist puppets, including Billy (a reference to the puppet used in the Saw series, who has a cameo later in the film), Ursula, Gregory, and a clown puppet named Cornelius.

Since the lynching, Raven’s Fair has been plagued by death. The ghastly dolls from Mary Shaw’s collection have gone missing from her grave, and over the decades, families are found gruesomely murdered with their tongues torn out and their jaws ripped open, and their bodies posed in family portrait positions. In the wake of these morbid events, ventriloquist dummies have become bad omens in the town, as they usually indicate that Mary Shaw is nearby, ready to tear out her next tongue. (It is revealed in the unrated version that the “stolen” tongues are added to a “collection” in her own mouth, allowing her to mimic the voices of the victims).

The film opens with scenes of Mary Shaw writing in her notebook and assembling Billy. Meanwhile, far from the pall of their hometown, newlyweds Jamie (Ryan Kwanten) and Lisa Ashen (Laura Regan), believe they have established a fresh start, when a ventriloquist dummy, who later turns out to be Billy, is mysteriously delivered to their doorstep. Subsequently, Jamie returns home from an night out, only to find Lisa viciously murdered, with her jaw torn open and her tongue ripped out. Jamie reluctantly returns to Raven’s Fair for the funeral, intent on unraveling the mystery of her death while trying to clear his name in his wife’s murder.

After a fruitless meeting with his wheelchair-bound father (Bob Gunton) and his father’s young bride Ella (Amber Valletta), Jamie remains determined to delve into the town’s bloody past in an attempt to learn the identity and motives of his wife’s killer. As he learns of the legend of Mary Shaw, the ventriloquist who lived and performed at the Guignol Theater (a reference to the Grand Guignol, the legendary shock-theater Paris playhouse) decades ago, Jamie uncovers the origins of the Mary Shaw curse.

With the skeptical Detective Jim Lipton (Donnie Wahlberg) not far behind, Jamie investigates the now-dilapidated Guignol Theater, the very place where Michael Ashen embarrassed her by announcing that he could see her lips moving during one of her performances. As Jamie and Lipton search her attic living quarters, they find Michael’s corpse, strung up like a marionette, along with the 100 missing dolls, which gradually come to life and look over at a rocking chair next to their display cases (as a sidenote, when Jamie and Jim walk towards the rocking chair, there is a support beam with Jigsaw’s doll sitting propped-up against the bottom). As Shaw begins communicating through the clown puppet Cornelius, which is sitting in the rocking chair, Jamie is horrified to learn that his wife was killed because she had an Ashen “growing inside of her.”

With that revelation, Cornelius begins laughing wickedly, and each of the dolls’ faces distort as Mary attempts to use each of them against Jamie and Lipton, who realize that all 101 dolls must be destroyed to prevent Mary from acting through them. The two men ignite the large storage casing holding the puppets, effectively destroying 100 of them, while the last puppet, Billy, remains in someone else’s possession. As the two men escape the blazing theater, with Mary Shaw in hot pursuit, the catwalk along which they are running collapses. As he involuntarily screams, Lipton is killed in mid-fall by Shaw, while Jamie is sent plunging into the water below the theater.

Jamie realizes that Billy is the only remaining doll, and that the only way to rid the town of Mary Shaw is to destroy him. He goes to Henry Walken, the mortician with whom he had left Billy, only to discover that Shaw had killed him and that Billy was taken much earlier. After Walken’s distraught wife says that Jaime’s father took the doll (which seems impossible since he is an invalid), Jamie returns to his father’s house to destroy Billy. As he arrives, Mary Shaw reappears, but is forced to retreat when Jamie throws Billy, “the last puppet”, into the fireplace. As she is forced back into the shadows, Jamie finds his wheelchair-bound father sitting, staring blankly into space. As he approaches him, Jamie is horrified to find that his father is dead, his entire back torn out and replaced with a wooden shaft used in ventriloquist dummies.

As Jamie realizes that his young stepmother was always at his father’s side, she suddenly appears next to him; Ella is in fact the perfect doll that Mary Shaw strove to make, and had been using the elder Ashen’s corpse as a puppet to lure Jamie. (It should be noted that the deleted scenes depict Ella as an actual person who actually married Mr. Ashen. After being assaulted by him, she is visited by Mary Shaw’s ghost. Ella is prompted to go to the graveyard and dig up Billy, when Mary Shaw possesses her body). Ella then says “Now, who’s the dummy?” and lightning flashes in the sky, briefly showing the ghostly Mary Shaw behind her disguise, who tears out Jamie’s tongue and jaw as he screams “No!” The closing shot shows Mary Shaw’s puppet book with pictures of Jamie, Detective Lipton, and his family as dolls. As the camera zooms away from the book, Jamie recites the poem in voiceover and when he is done, Mary Shaw closes the book and the credits begin to roll.

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Joy To The World The Big Man’s Dead

(Sung to the tune of “Joy To The World)

Joy to the world
That Barney’s dead
We barbecued his head!
What happened to his body?
We flushed it down the potty
Down into the sewer, straight into the manure
Round and round it goes!

Five years later, chewin’ on his underwear
Wish he had another pair
Eaten by a polar bear!
Chewin’ on his underwear

Nine years later, had another barbecue
I had to go to the restroom
I run up the stairs and look in the toilet
And there was Barney’s head!

Joy to the world
That Barney’s dead
We barbecued his head!
What happened to his body?
We flushed it down the potty
Round and round it goes like Indiana Jones
We watched it go round and round!

I Hate You

(Sung to the tune of “This Old Man”)

I hate you
You hate me
Let’s tie Barney to a tree
With an M16 and a pistol full of lead
We just shot off Barney’s head

I hate you
You hate me
Barney gave you H.I.V.
So we punched him in the balls and shot him in the head
Now that purple thing is dead

I hate you
You hate me
Lets all go and kill Barney
With a baseball bat
And a Four-by-Four
No more purple dinosaur

I hate you
You Hate Me
Let’s tie Barney to a tree!
I’ll get the match,
You get the gasoline,
Light the match and watch him scream.

I hate you
You hate me
We’re a racist family
So let’s kill that big, fat freak they call Barney
Then we will be more happy

I hate you,
You hate me
Let’s hang Barney from a tree
With a knife, and a gun, and a bullet through his head
Till that purple thing is dead

I hate you,
You hate me
The ratel army killed Barney
With a gun and a tank and 12 atomic bombs
We’re all glad that Barney’s gone

I hate you,
You hate me
Lets tie Barnie to a tree
Stab him in the back shoot him in the head
Now the purple thing is dead

On Top of Old Oakey

(Sung to the tune of “On Top Of Old Smokey”)

On Top of a old oakey
All covered in blood
I shot evil Barney
With a .500 stud

I went to his fun’ral
I went to his grave
Some people threw flowers
I threw a grenade

Now Sorry for Barney
all covered in red
And now you can all see
that Barney is dead

I dug up the body
and cloned the remains
And just for the pleasure
I killed him again

Deck the Halls

(A violent Christmas favorite)

Deck the Halls with bloody dino
Hahahahahahahahaha
See the nuke charge like a rhino
Hahahahahahahahaha
Barney’s dead on Christmas day
Hahahahahahahahaha
Now There’s nothing left to say
Hahahahahahahahaha

Evil mind controller’s gone
Hahahahahahahahaha
His remains lay on the lawn
Hahahahahahahahaha
Now the world is safe again
Hahahahahahahahaha
No more counting one through ten
Hahahahahahahahaha

Barney’s evil scheme is ruined
Hahahahahahahahaha
Now the studio is suin’
Hahahahahahahahaha
Oops! They ran out in less than an hour
Hahahahahahahahaha
Barney has lost all his power
Hahahahahahahahaha

Deck the halls with heads of Barney
Hahahahahahahahaha
Serves him right for being crummy
Hahahahahahahahaha
Now let’s sing this song again
Hahahahahahahahaha
This song shall never end
Hahahahahahahahaha

Barney Opening Theme Song

Barney was a dinosaur
from our imagination,
Put him in the microwave,
He’ll die from radiation!

Barney was a dinosaur
From our imagination,
He stuck a pencil up his arse
And died from constipation!

Jingle Bells

(Another violent Christmas favorite)

Dashing through the snow
On a pair of broken skis
Downhill Barney goes
Crashing into trees
The snow is turning red
We think he’s almost dead
Now let’s go get a two-by-four and hit him on the head

Jingle Bells, shotgun shells
Purple dino’s dead
We struck him with a two-by-four
And shot him in the head

Baby Bop, Baby Bop
Tried to save his life
But an action man from Pakistan
Stabbed her with a knife

Row Your Boat

(Especially fun around the campfire)

Row, row, row, your boat
gently down the stream
Push Barney overboard
And listen to him scream

Five days later
he rose from the dead
took a 12-gauge shotgun
and blew off his head

ABCs

(Just for fun!)

A, B, C, D, E, F, G
Barney is my enemy!
Hit ‘im with a piece of lead
Now we know that Barney’s dead!
Now you know I hate Barney
Next time won’t you sing with me!

I’ve always thought that Barney was evil, that he is planning to take over the world one day and to do so, he starts of by brainwashing the minds of little children. I don’t trust him one bit. He is too creepy to be friends with children. Turns out, I’m not alone in this. Here’s what the rest of the public feels about Barney.

From Todd’s Humor Archive.

JUST WHAT IS BARNEY, ANYWAY?

Barney is said to be some guy in a big foam rubber dinosaur suit. Several things about this theory don’t add up. For one thing, Barney has full mobility.

Remember Big Bird? Did you ever notice how only one of his hands ever did anything and the other was always clutching his stomach like he was about to puke up gizzard stones? That’s because Big Bird was a guy in a suit. That other hand was operating his beak.

Barney, however, has two fully functional arms, a working mouth, and large moving cow like eyes. If a man is in there, he’s no ordinary man. (Plus, he’s repeatedly demonstrated the ability to leap in the air a CLICK HIS HEELS. Any NORMAL human would sweat like a cheese trying stunts like that.)

If he’s not human, what is it? Let’s speculate, shall we?

1) He’s a real dinosaur.

Possibly. Although resemblance to any known fossil remains is questionable, the geological record is far from complete. Since Barney is apparently warm-blooded, this would support current revisionist paleontological theory. (The singing ability is a new twist, however.)

And how would we know if dinosaurs were purple or not? On the other hand, while he is built along the lines of a carinvore (Family Tyrannosauridae) his teeth seem those of a herbivore, or at best, an omnivore. Assuming those are teeth.

2) He’s some evil supernatural entity posing as a warm, cuddly parent figure in order to train young children to be his unholy army of ultimate darkness.

You know, the more I think about this one, the more likely it seems. Look at the facts. Kids LOVE him, and no one knows why. Obviously, there are unclean forces at work here. The way to test this out would be to confront the fiend with a bloody crucifix.

3) He’s a space alien.

This would explain a lot. Barney, as a xenomormorph, might have access to all sorts of technology that we couldn’t even begin to comprehend: hypnosis beams, holographic projectors, even large-scale matter re-assemblers. All of theses could account for the “powers of imagination” as depicted on the show.

HOW DO WE STOP BARNEY?

1) Wait for him to go away. Most media darlings eventually do this, however, our children’s BRAINS are at stake.

2) Stuff a chicken and rock salt in his mouth, then sew his lips shut. You could, in fact, fit several chickens in there.

3) Find out where his power supply is and unplug him. If he’s a space alien, he may well be a robot. Let’s hope he doesn’t have a breeder reactor in his tail. (Now that I think of it, he probably gets his power from…The Children’s Television Workshop. Cut their funding!)

4) Stop believing in him. Scoff if you will, but this has worked with others recorded in history.

Anyway, I’m open to suggestions. If you think you know WHAT Barney is, or HOW to destroy him, let us know. Until there’s an alt.barney.die.die.die we’ll confine ourselves here. And remember, you won’t get your kids back until Barney is dead.dead.dead.

Barney the Dinosaur is amongst us all, brainwashing hapless children, and you sit there at your terminal chuckling at my so-called “madness”. But listen. There’s still time to put an end to his evil Jurassic schemes. Barney is some kind of malignant supernatural force that has invaded a toy stuffed kind of malignant supernatural force that has invaded a toy stuffed dinosaur.

From Barney the Evil Dinosaur

Proof that Barney is related to Satan. It is a known fact (if not a sad one) that Barney is a CUTE PURPLE DINOSAUR. The bible was written in many languages, the most common being Latin (Roman). The Romans had no letter “U,” and instead used “V” for printing. Therefore, CUTE PURPLE DINOSAUR becomes:

CVTE PVRPLE DINOSAVR

Take that phrase and extract the Roman numerals, and we have:

C V V L D I V Their decimal equivalents are:

100, 5, 5, 50, 500, 1, and 5

Adding these numbers produces the single didgit 666, the number recorded in the bible as the symbol of the beast, THE NUMBER OF THE EARTH’S GREATEST EVIL! UNDENIABLE PROOF THAT BARNEY IS RELATED TO SATAN!

Given: Barney= CUTE PURPLE DINOSUAR

This proves it Barney=Satan. It’s a big conspiracy to get the young generation to worship Satan in a plot to destroy the world!!! Also check out;

• 365 Cruel Ways to Dispose of Barney the Toilet Dinosaur.
• The Barney Fun Page – Have fun killing Barney

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Piece by Peace article in Cool Hunting

An accessory that makes a powerfully pacifist statement. By Loryn Hatch

All we need is love. Make love not war. Give peace a chance. Though their messages still ring true, these well-worn adages don’t pack as much punch as they did circa those fabled Bell Bottom Blues years. And according to DUMBO based designer Brian Crumley’s “Peace Under Fire” collection, neither does the heavily exploited three-pronged symbol for peace. “This collection was inspired by the futility of the peace sign,” he explains, adding “it is also a reaction to the glamorization and ubiquity of guns, knives, and the such in our culture.” Hence, the Knot a Rifle pin he created as a part of the latest five-piece collection.

Made from sterling with gunmetal plating, the subtle embellishment says it all with the knotted gun barrel and alarming red crystal drop. But for those looking for a precise interpretation, Crumley is more than forthcoming. “I wanted to render these symbols of aggression impotent and reclaim them as new symbols of peace. The drop of red is the last bit of blood being squeezed out as the gun is transformed,” Crumley reveals. Peace-loving and powerful? He shoots. He scores.

Pictures from NotCot.com

Angela Singer (born 1966 in Essex) is an English artist and animal rights activist who now lives in Dunedin, New Zealand. She studied at University of Auckland.

In the early/mid 90s Singer worked with the animal rights group Animal Liberation Victoria, Australia (ALV), antivivisection campaign. She works primarily with discarded old hunting trophy taxidermy, recycling it into new sculptural forms that explore the human animal divide. Like other artists such as Sue Coe, she is concerned with the ethics of using live animals in art. Singer refuses to work with living animals or to have living creatures harmed or killed for her art.

Displayed are a few of my favourites by Angela Singer. I think they are quite gory, but at the same time, sad and fabulous!

“..much of her recent artwork is made from discarded hunting trophies and other taxidermy that strives to illuminate human exploitive tendencies of the rest of the animal kingdom. It’s a chilling effect; these carcasses highlight how grotesque natural beauty can become after suffering at the hands of humanity. ” from coolhunting

Did you catch Week 4 of America’s Next Top Model Cycle 8?? The models had to go through a photoshoot where they had to pretend that they were dead. Here are some of my favourite shots![source] Scene: Sarah was pushed downstairs by a ModelI love how her wrist bends in this.Scene: Diana’s organs were stolen by another ModelI like the bloody look and how the leg looks almost dislocated. Scene: Natasha was drowned by a modelI don’t know, I just like it.

Guess what I found?! UnToons!! It is part of the UnProjects and I had stumbled upon it while I was doing my daily read through mischievious and cunning Uncyclopedia.

[untoon source 1, 2 & 3]

i LOVE this blog!! I don’t know who the guy is, but he blogs a different skull picture everyday. I can honestly say that 99.9% of the skulls are damn creative. He sure has an eye for skulls. I reckon that you can share the skull pictures you have with him too. So skull away people.

Here’s a few of my favourites from Skull-A-Day