http://www.liveleak.com/browse?q=Porky's Thu, 20 Jun 2013 01:45:05 -0400 Liveleak http://edge.liveleak.com/80281E/u/u/ll2/logo.gif http://www.liveleak.com/browse?q=Porky's Thu, 06 Dec 2012 20:30:12 -0500 http://www.liveleak.com/view?i=c8a_1354843704 shizzlemynizzle A BRAZILIAN prisoner's attempt to escape from jail ended in humiliating and amusing failure when the overweight criminal got stuck halfway. Amused guards snapped photos after discovering the portly prisoner wedged in his getaway hole. Using a metal pipe ripped from a shower, the prisoner and an accomplice had smashed a hole through a concrete wall at a jail in the Brazilian state of Goias.After the smaller man crawled through and escaped, our tubby hero made his bid for freedom. Unfortunately for him, despite the frantic efforts of fellow prisoners trapped behind him in the cell, he was stuck fast. Guards called firefighters who used a sledgehammer to free the unnamed prisoner. "He has a very large physique and is also very tall," Lieutenant Tiago Costa of the local fire brigade said. "The other prisoners tried to push him but he stayed stuck in the wall. He started screaming in pain, and that was when the prison guards were alerted."Prison breaks are common in Brazilian jails, where conditions are severe. According to Amnesty International's annual report: "Prisons remained severely overcrowded and inmates were held in conditions amounting to cruel, degrading or inhuman treatment. The authorities had effectively lost control of many facilities, leading to a series of riots and homicides." http://www.liveleak.com/view?i=c8a_1354843704 shizzlemynizzle Jailbreak goes wrong when porky prisoner gets stuck in hole Jailbreak, goes, wrong, when, porky, prisoner, gets, stuck, in, hole Sun, 02 Jan 2011 11:10:48 -0500 http://www.liveleak.com/view?i=7d3_1293984210 BOMBBOMBIRAN 2010 U.S. Budget Pie Chart: is a pig's ass pork It's ham steak with the military Why cut Social Security because it's the last money many retiree's have and they want it all http://www.liveleak.com/view?i=7d3_1293984210 BOMBBOMBIRAN 2010 U.S. Budget Pie Chart: is a pig's ass pork Porky, pig, is ,a, military, man Wed, 14 Jul 2010 14:20:19 -0400 http://www.liveleak.com/view?i=378_1279131369 gregory_peckory Two patrons were ejected from the Six Flags Great America theme park in Gurnee this week after allegedly striking repeatedly a woman dressed as Porky Pig, police said Tuesday. The woman, an employee of the park who was dressed as the Warner Brothers character, was hit 10 to 15 times on the head at about 4 p.m. Monday, according to police and a statement by Great America. Witnesses reported seeing Taras Sikalchuk and Dmytro Petrychenko hit the character on the back, sides and top of her head after posing for a picture with the character, Gurnee police said. The victim was taken to Six Flags' first aid station, and said she was experiencing a headache and sore neck and shoulders. A Great America spokeswoman described the employee's injuries as "minor." "This was an isoloated incident," the spokeswoman said in a statement. "We have a Guest Code of Conduct at the park that we expect all our park guests to abide by. These guests clearly violated our Code of Conduct." "Park security responded immediately and ejected the guests from the park," the Great America statement said. Near Great America on Tuesday afternoon, park-goers expressed support for the worker. Sikalchuk, 19, and Petrychenko, 20, both of Waukegan, denied hitting Porky Pig, police said. But both were cited for battery and released from custody - and the park. Linda Lozano, 14, Joliet, said she'd tell the nearest Great America employee if she saw Porky Pig getting beat up. And she might have a few words for anyone attacking the character. "I would tell them to back off, because she probably didn't do anything that bad - or anything at all, maybe," she said. "There's a lot of security people around," added Jacob Verner, 14, of Saint Charles. "You want to help them, but there's probably someone better to do it." "What a loser!" said Mike Kuhn, 15, also of Saint Charles, when told of the incident. "Why would you pay ... to come here just to get kicked out?" "I'd be like, 'What are you doing? That's just a helpless cartoon character!'" he added. "... I'd wrangle up all the cartoon characters and riot." Joanna Chavez, 19, of Brookfield, didn't think it was a laughing matter. "That's kind of disgusting," she said. "You just have to feel bad for these people. They're out there in the hot sun all day." mecraig@tribune.com http://www.liveleak.com/view?i=378_1279131369 gregory_peckory Six Flags workers booted for hitting woman dressed as Porky Pig six flags, porky pig, assault, Sat, 20 Mar 2010 14:02:48 -0400 http://www.liveleak.com/view?i=e04_1269107926 star53 He CU CU CU CU CU CURSED!!!! hilarious http://www.liveleak.com/view?i=e04_1269107926 star53 Porky Pig's Biggest Blooper Porky Pig's, Biggest Blooper,CURSE,SOB,hilarious,CARTOON Thu, 30 Oct 2008 17:01:28 -0400 http://www.liveleak.com/view?i=c07_1225400488 rlnbns Sentence is in addition to 10 years being served now on firearms felony October 30, 2008 By Dave Dondoneau HonoluluAdvertiser The Makaha man who killed Porky - a pet pig who obeyed voice commands and appeared on an Inter Island Airways TV commercial - was sentenced yesterday to five more years in prison on top of 10 years he's already serving for a firearms felony. Joseph V. Calarruda's family and lawyer were surprised the new sentence will not run concurrent with his existing sentence, but Circuit Judge Richard Pollack cited Calarruda's extensive criminal past for his sentencing decision. "The offense in this case was vicious and callous and resulted in the killing of a family pet pig," Pollack said. "The defendant acted purposely and violently in using the knife to kill a family pet. He went into the garage despite desperate pleas of others to stop. "Based on all the materials submitted and the fact he had previously been on probation for kidnapping and abuse of a household member and is currently incarcerated for the firearms offense he committed while on parole - and he committed this offense while on bail and awaiting trial for the firearms felony - his sentences will run consecutive." Following his sentencing Calarruda requested a new lawyer, who will be his third. Aaron O'Brien, who owned Porky, said he was happy with the verdict but surprised by the length of the sentence. "He still hasn't admitted to it," O'Brien said. "If he had just admitted it in the first place this probably never would have happened. He kind of dragged this on himself." Calarruda testified at his trial that he was never at the Mililani farm when Porky was killed, and a hunting friend of Calarruda's confessed at the trial that he was the one who killed Porky. However, witnesses identified Calarruda as the man who chased the pig into the garage, stabbed it to death and was caught cutting it up. "He was convicted by a jury of his peers who weighed the credibility of the witnesses at the trial," deputy prosecutor Scott Bell said. "Three eyewitnesses identified him as Porky's slayer and discounted the phony admission. "This has to be the most unique case I've ever taken to trial," Bell said. Sharlene Holiday, who lives on the farm, said Calarruda's sentencing closed a long chapter for her family. "We find Porky's death horribly tragic and are frequently saddened when we think of his last hours," Holiday said. "It was traumatic for us to see the defendant slaughter our pet before our eyes. "I miss hearing the tapping of his hooves on the concrete when he would come to see me in the morning. I miss the petting and cuddling visits and the good scratching Porky liked on his tummy. ... Porky was (an) integral part of our family and he is greatly missed." Porky was killed Oct. 22, 2006, at a lychee farm in Mililani. At the time, Calarruda was free on $40,000 bail awaiting trial in a firearms felony case for which he is now serving the maximum 10-year sentence. Calarruda had been on parole for the 2000 kidnapping and the abuse of a household member when, also in 2006, he carried an AK-47 assault rifle and a loaded ammunition magazine to his workplace. While Bell described Calarruda as "unrepentive" and "continually breaking the law," Calarruda's defense marched out several family members as character witnesses, including his 14-year-old daughter and her mother, Christina Nunes, whom Calarruda was convicted of kidnapping and abusing in November 2000. "If I can walk in here and give forgiveness after everything we've been through, I believe anything is possible," Nunes said. "I pray that Joseph gets to be around his kids, for his daughter's graduation and watches his youngest daughter grow in a new life." Calarruda stood quietly and looked upward while most of the testimony was given, but tears came to his eyes and he mouthed "I love you" as his 14-year-old daughter described how coming from a broken home made her stronger. "I know my dad has made many mistakes," Kawaiilani told the judge. "I grew up in a broken home partly because of him. But, I grew up strong because of that and I was taught to forgive and I've done that. I don't like or deny what happened, but God has taught me that our laws in this world are flawed. ... I miss my dad." Calarruda himself talked of a life of suffering. While never apologizing directly to Porky's owners or the farm residents, he gave an emotional account of his own life that included his father and aunt being murdered within a week of each other in 2005 in drug-related cases that have never been solved. He also said he was a drive-by shooting victim in 2001 and his testimony put the shooter in prison. Earlier this year, while he has been serving his prison sentence, his fiancee and 2-year-old daughter were hit by a drunken driver. "I know suffering," Calarruda said during an emotionally charged plea for mercy. "I should qualify as a professional in suffering. I grew up with four brothers. I've suffered addiction, abuse, poverty, all of which makes one suffer. It was so hard at times we found ourselves living on the beach when I was growing up. http://www.liveleak.com/view?i=c07_1225400488 rlnbns Man who killed pet pig gets 5 years porky, piggy, pet killer, scumbag, kalua pig Mon, 05 Mar 2012 21:30:11 -0500 http://www.liveleak.com/view?i=fdc_1331000693 Wigglesworth Why do they call her Lassie? AHHH-OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! http://www.liveleak.com/view?i=fdc_1331000693 Wigglesworth An American classic in German Porky's, sex, sexy, ass, panties, howl, lassie, gym, boy's lockeroom, german, deutsch Fri, 11 Apr 2008 09:05:10 -0400 http://www.liveleak.com/view?i=81b_1207919110 barnesy A Texas students story about being attacked by a group of hispanic students over an anti-immigration sign has had the lid blown off the tale by surveillance video. http://www.liveleak.com/view?i=81b_1207919110 barnesy Video Debunks Girls Attack Claim. Texas,Student,Told,Porky's Fri, 24 Jun 2011 11:09:05 -0400 http://www.liveleak.com/view?i=c22_1308928043 dfaugust2k Michelle Malkin - Fri May 27, 3:00 am ET Creators Syndicate - If you want to watch a corruptocrat start sputtering like Porky Pig with allergies, confront him with three simple words: conflict of interest. Asked this week about his role in securing an ex-lover's highly coveted job at government mortgage giant Fannie Mae, Massachusetts Democratic Rep. Barney Frank retorted: "Aba-dee aba-dee aba-dee aba-dee." Or that's what it sounded like, anyway. Frank was rather miffed about the recent disclosure that he helped former lover Herb Moses land a job with the behemoth lender while sitting on a House committee that regulates lenders a decade ago. The Boston Herald reported Thursday that Frank immediately invoked the Everybody Does It card: "It is a common thing in Washington for members of Congress to have spouses work for the federal government. There is no rule against it at all." Frank then switched to the Everybody Knew defense: "It was widely known. It was out there in the public." Next, he dismissed any controversy about his ethical judgment with the Nobody Cares shield: "It's nonsense." No doubt he'll spring the Homophobia Card on critics at an opportune moment to ice his multitiered cake of excuses. Funny thing. Not too long ago, it was Frank himself counseling fellow Democratic scandal magnet Rep. Maxine Waters to butt out of Boston-area OneUnited Bank's bid for $12 million in federal TARP bailout funds because of conflict-of-interest odors. Waters' husband, Sidney Williams, was an investor in one of the banks that merged into OneUnited and owned stock holdings estimated at $350,000. Frank's exact words to Waters: "You should stay out of it. ... You should stay away from this." Waters didn't listen. The House ethics committee charged her with several ethics violations (though no trial has yet been scheduled). Frank nearly broke his arm patting himself on the back and pronouncing himself "vindicated" after the charges were filed last year. But where was Mr. Clean when his own sleazy dalliances needed self-policing? While head of the House Financial Services Committee in 2009, amid economic upheaval across the country, Frank was jet-setting with hedge-fund mogul and TARP beneficiary S. Donald Sussman to his private Caribbean resort. The foxes in the House Ethics henhouse granted what they called "unusual" permission for the jaunt because Frank's partner, Jim Ready, is close pals with Sussman. When Republicans raised questions about ethical improprieties, Frank - whose party has perfected the art of class warfare demagoguery - whinnied that it wasn't a crime to have wealthy friends. What should be criminal is the Democratic friends and fat cats protection racket run by the Fannie Mae and Freddie Mac overlords. While political operatives have raked in tens of millions of dollars in directors' fees and lavish compensation packages, the government-sponsored lenders have bled billions and will soak up an estimated $400 billion in bailout funds. Financial journalist Gretchen Morgenson reported this week that Frank "was very aggressive and really tough" on Fannie critics after the corrupt institution "rolled out the red carpet" for his ex-lover. After his friend with crony benefits broke up with him, Frank remained a dogged Fannie defender. Sneering at financial reformers before a 2003 House hearing, Frank asserted: "I want to begin by saying that I am glad to consider the legislation, but I do not think we are facing any kind of a crisis. That is, in my view, the two government-sponsored enterprises we are talking about here, Fannie Mae and Freddie Mac, are not in a crisis. ... I do not think at this point there is a problem with a threat to the Treasury." Not that such spectacular bad judgment and lack of foresight should be any surprise coming from a politician whose early career was punctuated by a formal reprimand for using his office to fix another lover/prostitute's parking tickets and lying about his criminal probation history. As a cocky Frank said at the time of that scandal: ''I think members of Congress rise or fall on their own individual records.'' Eventually, yes. Michelle Malkin is the author of "Culture of Corruption: Obama and his Team of Tax Cheats, Crooks & Cronies" (Regnery 2010). Barney Frank's Friends with Benefits http://www.liveleak.com/view?i=c22_1308928043 dfaugust2k Barney Frank's Friends with Benefits barney frank, democrats, corruption, graft, deception, liars, obama Tue, 21 Jul 2009 22:59:33 -0400 http://www.liveleak.com/view?i=915_1248230933 jjjjjay From The Sunday Times July 12, 2009 Sordid reality behind Dubai's gilded facade Construction halted, westerners jailed for adultery - but prostitutes do well Rod Liddle Andrew Blair says he will pick me up from outside my sleaze-bucket of a hotel, give it 20 minutes or so, got some work to finish off. He has a job again, contracts apparently "coming out of his ears", which is good, because until recently he had earned a certain notoriety for not having a job and, more to the point, for the manner in which he went about finding a new one. He drove around Dubai, back in January this year, from the plug-ugly creek to the plug-ugly marina, in his white Porsche, with a sign in the back window saying he wanted a job; vroom vroom he went, gizza job. Scratch scratch scratch went the keys and coins along the side of his car whenever it was parked up. Such conspicuous flaunting of vulgar affluence seems to me entirely appropriate for this foul city - especially when combined with an admission of desperation and hopelessness, that scrawled sign and telephone number in his rear window. Fur coat and no knickers, etc. But, unaccountably, the local expats found it all a little contemptible and the journalists - none of whom possessed Ferraris - sniggered long and loud in print, out of exquisite Schadenfreude. Just look at this idiot on his uppers, was the subtext. But the ploy worked, and Andrew is once again in gainful employment as a construction project manager, and therefore can remain in this country where they deport you if you're skint, so who's laughing now? Not Andrew, as it happens. The whole episode, he says, made him think, made him change his ways. Those first two years out here in this dusty and scorched semi-reclaimed desert were enormous fun: huge tax-free income, palatial apartment - "the cr`eme de la cr`eme" - silent or monosyllabic servants, all that sex (a city containing 8,000 air hostesses can't be bad), the fast cars, the alcohol. But he's a changed man, he says; that epic, shallow, soul-destroying materialism and vulgarity now leave him cold. Being out of work for a while left him a little bruised but a better person, understanding that money and consumer durables are not everything. A changed man. Although not that changed, I notice, as the white Porsche pulls up. "Why did you leave Britain?" I ask him, slung well below sea level in the bucket seat as we cruise the baked streets past the filthy, crumbling apartment blocks where the Bangladeshi slave labourers live or die, 10 or 12 to a room, and then into the hideous bling of downtown Dubai, a vast architectural experiment conducted by, seemingly, Albert Speer and Victoria Beckham. One skyscraper appears to be gilded in gold leaf, another looks like the birthday cake of a spoilt five-year-old brat - and all of them trying desperately to be taller, flashier, more grotesque than the one next door. "Well, you know," he says, in a soft Scottish burr, "I think it was the immigration more than anything else." "But Andrew, you're an immigrant now..." He looks astonished at this, as if the notion had never occurred, then says: "Yes! Ironic, I suppose. But the difference is, I'm a wanted immigrant." Well, up to a point, Lord Copper. Up to a point. In truth, needed more than wanted. As one local put it: "We are fed up of westerners who come here thinking they deserve an easy meal ticket. You were nothing in the West, so you came here for the houses and cars you could never get back home, you stole through taking out excessive finance that is not justified by you salaries. Then when you cannot pay you run, this is theft born out of greed and arrogance. "Anyway despite all of this you still disrespect our cultural and religious values with your behaviour, dress and conduct in our malls and on our beaches and comments about us our race and our religion. You spend all your time critizising our laws, society and systems. Yet, you could never have the lifestyle you have here back in your system. You people are no longer welcome, please go and pollute somewhere else." That was the message posted by a disgruntled Emirati on an expat website recently, and, as a description of the British, South African, Australian and eastern-European workers now living in the United Arab Emirates (UAE), it has a certain truth about it. The Emiratis are a minority within their own country, the UAE, and an even smaller minority within Dubai, the most populous city of the UAE, where they number about 20% of the population. On the other hand, it seems a bit rich coming from an Emirati, the inhabitant of a country that lucked into oil money about 43 years ago and is now utterly dependent on foreign labour for its current, unsustainable prosperity - the ranks of the skilled and talented working class from Europe, who come here and run their absurd, extravagant and now faltering construction projects, and the traders and the dealers. The British expats I spoke to believed, without exception, that the Emiratis are utterly useless, corrupt and indolent, and, according to several, some British managers are leaving rather than abide by a new law that requires them to employ a certain percentage of Arabs on every job. They're simply not up to it, they say. As it is, the locals make up less than one-fifth of the total UAE population, the westerners roughly half that amount. The majority population in Dubai is the criminally low-paid, enchained, abused, dispossessed peasantry from south Asia. The Europeans work long hours, mind - you could not really call it an "easy meal ticket": 12- and 14-hour days and not much in the way of holidays. But there was, until recently, an unspoken quid pro quo: listen, you soft, decadent westerners, you can have your salary income-tax-free, providing you don't lose your job, obviously (in which case we'll deport you and you'll lose everything you own). You can have your big apartments, providing you don't default on the payments when times are hard, in which case we'll put you in prison - there ain't no bankruptcy get-out clauses here, inshallah. Owing money to people is a crime. You can swan around in your flash cars and hang out at the malls, just as if you were in Maidstone or Cottbus or Pretoria. You can dress like you were at a stag-party pub crawl in Prague, or like an infidel whore on the make, and we'll grit our teeth and smoke our hubba-bubba pipes and look the other way. You can even have that other stuff you seem to like so much, the relentless, enervating fornicating, the stuff Allah really dislikes; we will turn a blind eye to the legion upon legion of addled post-Soviet whores in your horrible Brit-style pubs, nightclubs and wine bars, the cheap babes from the 'stans. Just keep the money pouring in, please: keep building those gargantuan hotels and facilitating those loans for us. But this long-standing deal may be in the process of disintegrating. The credit crunch hit Dubai badly, and it is clinging to its despised but less feckless neighbour, Abu Dhabi, for a very large bail-out. Troubled state-backed firms owe British companies more than lb400m. The plush apartment complexes down at the marina are half-empty, investment has collapsed and property prices with it - house prices are down by as much as 50% and are predicted to fall by another 20%. It is almost impossible to put a precise figure on the rate of the collapse, because, according to one estate agent, there is no market. Nobody is buying, nobody is renting; there is no new business. An estimated lb335 billion of projects have been halted or are on hold. And it is predicted that the population could decline by 17.1% by the end of the year, so things will not be getting better too quickly. The depression in Dubai makes our own look like a vague afterthought, because nowhere else in the world was unregulated and unfettered capitalism and a belief in perpetually rising property prices embraced with quite so much ardour as here. And it seems, as a consequence, that since the crash the locals are in recriminatory mood: if you're going to bring us a depression, they seem to be saying, then you can clear off and, in the meantime, behave like dignified human beings rather than dragging us down into your gutter. The sex thing has been bothering them particularly. Mohammed is an Emirati who owns a big dive shop a hundred miles across the burning sand to the east of Dubai, at Khawr Fakkan, in the slightly more conservative province of Sharjah. Khawr Fakkan, circled by stark and beautiful mountains, is on the Gulf of Oman and there is good diving to be had, plenty of tourists. Mohammed is a divorcee and he employed young western babes and chicks to run his business, because working in a dive centre is a sort of halfway house between backpacking and the real world for a certain sort of young postgrad western chick. Roxanne Hillier worked for him: young, blonde, pretty and half South African, with an English dad called Freddie. Roxanne's in the rather bleak Khawr Fakkan prison right now, and will be for the next few months, following an unsuccessful appeal against her sentence in late June. Would you like to hear what she did to get herself there? It was about 2am when the old bill arrived. Mohammed had been filling up the 80 or so oxygen tanks he needed for the next morning's dive; Roxanne had returned from the last dive of the day, helped out for a bit, then, exhausted, took a nap in an anteroom. Outside, Mohammed heard a disturbance, so he went down to check it out. "It was local people, gathered around the door to the dive centre," he told me. "They were angry, saying, 'Who have you got in there? You've got a woman in there, haven't you?' I told them, 'No, no, the dive centre is closed.' They said to me, 'Where is the key?' Later the police arrived. I told them there was nobody there, but they took my key and opened the door and searched the place and that's when they found Roxanne." The two of them were carted off to Khawr Fakkan prison (separate cells, natch) and held on remand for a week until the case came to court. Did you have sex with Roxanne, I ask Mohammed. "No, no, no, never!" Did you kiss her? "No, of course not. It is not true. It is all a misunderstanding." Well, as regards the first denial, we don't have to take Mohammed's word for it, because the Sharjah judicial authorities were kind enough to check the whole business out for themselves. They stripped Roxanne Hillier bare and invaded her with swabs and scrapes; a little bit of Mohammed's DNA found inside her would have hugely increased the eventual sentence. As it was, she received a sentence of three months for the crime of being alone in the same building as a man who was not her husband. She didn't know this was the sentence, because the court proceedings were conducted in Arabic and therefore she could not put her case across, either. It was later they told her what had been decided. Mohammed got a couple of weeks on the same charge. I take a cab to the beach, Jumeirah beach, and spend 3 minutes watching sarcomas grow on the semi-naked expats strung out across the sand under flimsy shades, E-number-flavoured Slush Puppies to hand, their eyes closed against the vicious glare, their bodies porky and immobile. It is 46C out here, unendurable - this is the country where you should never go outside. Thirty miles or so across the water is Iran, where they are probably not stripping off for the beach. Behind the beach is a dusty freeway and a hospital for people with bad kidneys. It was this beach upon which the British woman Michelle Palmer performed an ill-advised act of fellatio upon a chap she had just met - Vince Acors, from Bromley - and ended up doing three months in the local nick as a consequence. I just hope it was a shade cooler when Michelle went to work. Vince did a lot of interviews bragging about the women he'd had sex with in Dubai when he got out. Reading the interviews, you feel Vince may have been the last person in the world you should ever give a blow job to on a beach. Or anywhere else, for that matter. Bromley say, or Downham. Then there are the adultery cases that are stacking up. Such as Marnie Pearce, 40, sentenced to six months initially (three months plus a lb600 fine and deportation after appeal) for an unproven adulterous relationship with a man she insists was just a friend: she was already separated from her husband. And the case of Sally Antia, whom the police swooped on as she emerged with a male friend from a Dubai hotel in the early hours of the morning - two months in prison reduced to six weeks on appeal. You get the feeling that the Emiratis are feeling vindictive right now. Nor is it just sex: the Dubai authorities are getting a bit twitchy about all sorts of western behaviour when it impinges directly upon them. An Australian immigrant, Darren O'Mullane, had just finished a 14-hour shift as a nurse at a Dubai hospital and was driving home when he was badly cut up by another driver who swerved in front of him. When he finally overtook this clown, he - again, ill-advisedly, as it turned out - stuck one finger up in fury. Just one finger. Three weeks in prison, lost everything - house, car, the lot. He told me the whole process had been devastating, not least having to apologise to the idiot driver who was, as bad luck would have it, a UAE police official. "I am fed up with foreigners not respecting the rules and our culture," the puffed-up medieval official told the local Arab media later. You can tell a lot about a country from a quick look at its policemen going about their business. In Dubai they appear strutting, arrogant and faintly ludicrous, the sort of policemen you might have seen in a pre-war Third World fascist theocracy. That is not too far removed from a description of Dubai today. The Rattlesnake bar at the Metropolitan Hotel Dubai at 10pm, just before the Filipino dance band comes on, is the place to be; this is where the Islamic blind eye is at its most consciously, calculatedly, unseeing. The whores outnumber the punters by about two to one, and that's only the lucky whores actually inside the place. There's a phalanx of about 30 of them crowded just inside the door, just standing and watching, possessed of insufficient money to buy drinks. Another 40 or so are working the rooms, their buoyant pre-recession breasts rubbing up against some happy but bewildered surveyor from Daventry, or project manager from Glasgow, or engineer from D"usseldorf. Outside, 40 or 50 more sit at tables, or stroll arm in arm along the pathways, begging western men to take them inside. These girls are almost exclusively Russian - but not from Moscow or St Petersburg, or even Kiev. They are Russians from the de-Russified 'stans, drawn here by the lack of work for people of their ethnic origin in Almaty, Dushanbe, Tashkent, Samarkand. They are a remarkable phenomenon. I will bet that right now, in a village halfway up the Andes, or in a yurt just south of Ulan Bator, Mongolia, or somewhere down a long broad river in Sarawak, Borneo, Svetlana and Olga and Zinaida are sidling up to the local menfolk, offering them a bit of vigorous glasnost and perestroika for lb30 an hour. Iliana, a pretty chemical blonde in her twenties from Uzbekistan, is telling me who she would deign to sleep with for money. "English, good. Scottish, better. Irish, good. German, okay. But no f***ing blacks and no f***ing Arabs." No locals? "Arabs?" she asks, outraged. "No Arabs." "What if they paid you 20,000 dirhams ?" "Oh, well, then, yes, sure," she says, laughing. None of the Russian girls will sleep with black people or Arabs, not even Luba from Turkmenistan, who is a little older and a little brighter and a little more circumspect. There were lots of West African girls in this bar not so long ago, but the Russkies forced them out. The refusal to have anything to do with the Emiratis is not confined to the sex workers: every taxi driver I spoke to - almost all of them Pakistani - said they would refuse to pick up an Arab. Why? "Because they are arrogant scum," one driver told me. Nobody wants anything to do with the Emiratis. Luba worked in a travel agency in Bishkek in Kyrgyzstan, but the money was appalling and she needed to put her son through university, so she came here. As we talk I notice her still working, trying, over my shoulder, to catch the eye of someone who might actually pay her for her time. She hates her work - most of the girls hate their work - but not Iliana. "I like f***ing men," she says cheerfully, and disappears, presumably to meet a client. Luba looks like she will not be so lucky tonight, which is a shame, because I like her, although she's quite fervently racist, as they all are. As everyone here in Dubai is, here in this lovely little melting pot, all these races gathered together, loathing one another. At midnight I make to leave but am stopped by Keri, who is a very attractive young lady from Almaty in Kazakhstan. She hangs onto my jacket because she has found something very attractive to admire in me, too. This is gratifying, if you're me. "So lovely, so lovely," she says, holding the thing in her hands, turning it over and over, "I haven't seen one like it." I blush a little and clear my throat. "Um, it's a Bic," I tell her. "Bic? What is this Bic?" she says shaking her pretty head, still stroking it. "A lighter. Its name is, you know, Bic. I think they're, er, French." "Aah," she says, kohl-heavy eyes flashing. "So you have been to France, yes?" "No - I mean, yes, um, I've been to France. But you can get these lighters in England too!" "Really?" She says, entranced. "Er, yes. In Sainsbury's. Or a corner shop. For about 70 pence." I give her the lighter and skedaddle, back to my hotel room. She is less pleased with the lighter now that she possesses it. My interview at the Islamic Information Center is a brief, uncomfortable experience, albeit conducted with exquisite politeness and civility (on their part, at least). This is a propaganda arm of the government, or more properly a state-run evangelistic Islamic operation aimed at westerners, situated in a lock-up shop in a frowzy sector of downtown Dubai. What happens is this: I sip water (they were out of beer) and ask a question like - hey, have you seen all those whores down at the Rattlesnake? Isn't that against the law? And then the five berobed interviewees talk among themselves at great length in Arabic and eventually one of them explains to me very courteously, with a shy smile and an apology, why they won't answer the question. Not their responsibility, you see. This happens seven or eight times, and eventually the interview is terminated. After many handshakes I am sent on my way with a copy of a little book about how Jesus Christ was quite a nice man but totally useless, if we're being honest. One of the men, Wael Osman, sort of agrees that the economic downturn has made relations between Emiratis and their western Gastarbeiter a little more tingly, a little more fraught, and concurred that while the government turned a blind eye to all sorts of westerner shenanigans, this was becoming harder to do of late. But when I say "agrees" and "concurred", I mean that I said this stuff and he smiled a little and in a very vague sort of way nodded his head. The man I should be speaking to was the chief of police, they said, but sadly he was away receiving a medal in Djibouti. I didn't really have a chance to get on to the main topic, the stuff about Dubai that really, truly offends - and indeed should offend Islamic sensibilities. I don't mean Luba and Iliana, although the traffic in Russian prostitutes is brutal and violent. I don't mean the westerners in their Porsches, or the authoritarian nature of this place and complete and utter lack of democracy, or the vile architecture and unbounded materialism, or the prosecution of women for the crime of standing near men. I don't even mean the mass rounding-up and prosecution of homosexuals, who are summarily imprisoned and - the government has suggested - may face hormone treatment in order to make them, uh, "better"; this is a Sodom where sodomy carries a 10-year stretch. All of that stuff makes Dubai a fairly foul place to be, but compared to Dubai's real crimes, they are as nothing. Maz, a Pakistani from Lahore, drives a taxi for a living (he won't pick up Emiratis, of course). He lives in a room in the grim suburb of Al Quoz, a room costing lb700 a month that he shares with six other Pakistanis. His passport has been taken from him in case he nicks the car he is driving. He cannot get home, he hasn't the money or, indeed, the passport. Maz, though, is one of the lucky ones, very near the top of the hierarchy of Third World workers induced to come to this country by the promise of large wages - wages that are rarely forthcoming. Maz at least gets paid, even if all the money goes on rent. The bar staff are also near the top of this hierarchy. Mostly Roman Catholic Goans, they get looked after by the hotels and even get a chance to visit their families once a year or so. I spoke to one barman to glean a bit more detail about his living conditions, but an Emirati overseer barked something out and the man ceased talking to me. But at least the hotels provide their staff with accommodation, even if it is in dormitories. t is the construction workers, the labourers - the Bangladeshis, the Tamils, the Filipinos, the Somalians, the Chinese - who are the real scandal of Dubai. Hundreds of thousands of them lured again by the promise of large wages, stripped of their passports, their contracts rarely honoured - some have gone months without being paid, some have even paid just to be there. They cannot go home. They hunker down in cramped, squalid apartments in Sonapur and Al Quoz. This is Dubai as a slave state. There were serious riots recently in the Chinese quarter: the workers finally had enough of criminally low wages - 500 dirhams, or about lb83 a month - and continual mistreatment. The Chinese embassy got involved. Worse still are the conditions of the south-Asian workers, the construction men and the maids, effectively imprisoned in this country, abused by their employers, scrabbling around in sometimes 50C heat to earn enough to pay the rent on their shared accommodation. The Indians rioted too last year, but were forced back to work by water cannon. In the year 2005 alone, the Indian consulate estimated that 971 of its nationals died in Dubai, from construction site accidents, heat exhaustion and - increasingly - suicide. The figure for suicides the next year alone was more than 100. The Emiratis were, to give them credit, appalled by this figure, so they asked the consulate to stop collating the statistics. In October 2007 a construction-work strike resulted in 4,000 migrant workers being flung in jail and then deported. In 2006 the campaigning charity Human Rights Watch detailed the "serious" abuses of workers' rights - the wages withheld, the high rates of injury and death with "little assurance" of medical care, the passports confiscated, the wages either criminally low or never paid. The UAE had done "little or nothing" to address the problem. You get the picture? Local human-rights activists, when they raise their concerns, tend to receive a visit from the secret police; some have had their rights to practise as lawyers stripped from them. Andrew Blair, he of the Porsche, is a project manager for construction work. He believes the condition of the labourers is appalling, unforgivable, almost beyond belief. I suggest to him that in his position, he could ensure that the contracts went out to firms that treated their workers fairly. He thinks about this for a moment. "Um, well I don't care about it that much," he says. He is not a bad person, Andrew, and my suggestion is probably a little naive. He is, at least, conflicted. He acknowledges the issue and can comprehend that it is an evil. But that's what you sign up to when you buy property in Dubai, or go there to work, or to stay in one of its bling hotels. You sign up to all that stuff you condone it. I can't tell you how much I enjoyed my taxi ride back to the airport with Tariq, the taxi driver from Peshawar (he won't pick up Emiratis); to see that towering skyscape left behind in a cloud of desert dust. Paris Hilton had just flown in to do something pointless in a mall. When that happens, you just have to get the hell out. where the money comes from GDP in 2007: lb23 billion Trading: 31% Construction/ Real estate: 22.6% Financial Services: 11% Oil/Petrol/Gas: 5.8% Dubai's foreign debt is well over 100% of its GDP Annual incomes Project manager, Construction: lb57,576 Project manager, IT: lb38,438 IT manager: lb33,891 Construction worker: +/- lb993 Politics and human rights 1 No suffrage 2 Political parties illegal 3 Freedom of association and expression curtailed The UAE refuses to sign the following treaties: 4 International Covenant on Civil and Political Rights 5 International Covenant on Economic, Social and Cultural Rights 6 Convention on the Protection of the Rights of All Migrant Workers and Members of Their Families 7 Convention against Torture Crime and punishment 8 Death penalty by firing squad for several offences 9 Death penalty by stoning for adultery The people Population (Inc Migrants) Male 75.5% Female 24.5% http://www.liveleak.com/view?i=915_1248230933 jjjjjay The Sordid Reality Behind Dubai's Gilded Facade Dubai, Depression, Repression, Recession. Digression, Opression, Confession Fri, 30 Dec 2011 12:37:18 -0500 http://www.liveleak.com/view?i=d29_1325266287 updougdown This one is for the Americans on here just so they don't feel bad about being the dumbest Country on planet Earth. It's not all about you guys all the time: We have one or two living here also ~ but at least it's not all of us... Do you know where France is yet? http://www.liveleak.com/view?i=d29_1325266287 updougdown Fish and a Rice Cake Americans, stupid, thick, brainwashed, angry, uneducated, dumb and happy, gun swinging, indian killing, retarded, humourless, believe any old shyte, don't know where France is, fat, huge, porky, bloated, Paranoid Warmongerers, Fish, Rice Cake, Unemployed, Sat, 19 Sep 2009 01:04:41 -0400 http://www.liveleak.com/view?i=509_1253334632 bellava PEMBROKE PINES (CBS4) - A woman who says she is a former Miami stripper has filed a petition for a restraining order against a South Florida priest, who she claims fathered her baby. The woman, Beatrice Hernandez, told CBS4 News that she was a dancer at a Miami strip club, Porky's. She said she met Father David Dueppen at that strip club and started a relationship shortly thereafter. Early this year, Hernandez had a baby and demanded Dueppen take DNA paternity tests, according to court documents obtained by CBS4 News. But, in the restraining order petition, Hernandez said that after several attempts for a DNA test, "the rage escalated as he attacked , grabbing her by the throat and choking her." "I'm afraid. I'm on the street. I'm running from people," Hernandez told CBS4's Jim DeFede over the phone. "David said to me that if I go to the media, he would make me disappear and take my baby." Dueppen last served as an associate priest at St. Maximilian Kolbe Church in Pembroke Pines. He has been on administrative leave for one month, according to Miami Archdiocese spokeswoman Mary Ross Agosta. "It was a leave he requested. He is not assigned a parish right now," Agosta told CBS4 News. She said Dueppen asked for the leave "for personal reasons." Agosta also confirmed that Dueppen was once the pastor at the same church in Miami Beach recently led by Father Alberto Cuti'e, the popular television personality who paparazzi cameras caught in an embrace with a woman on the beach. Dueppen has also been in the news before. In 2006, The Miami Herald printed an article stating that a woman said she was abused in 2005 by Dueppen. It's unclear whether that woman is Hernandez, but the Archdiocese did confirm that a financial payment was made to Beatrice Hernandez in 2006. "It was not hush money. There was a relationship that was an inappropriate relationship between Ms. Hernandez and Father Dueppen," said Agosta. Asked if it was a sexual relationship, Agosta said: it was "a breach of a fiduciary relationship." Part Of The Restraining Order Petition; http://static.cbslocal.com/station/wfor/files/Priestrestraining2.pdf http://www.liveleak.com/view?i=509_1253334632 bellava Former Stripper: Priest Fathered My Baby Former Stripper: Priest Fathered My Baby Thu, 11 Jun 2009 08:00:59 -0400 http://www.liveleak.com/view?i=ee1_1244721104 THE_HAMMER_OF_POITIERS The Jailhouselawyer's Blog carries news that Inside Time, a monthly magazine distributed free to prisoners in the UK, has recalled 50,000 copies of its latest issue because of fears that a humorous article on swine flu and an accompanying cartoon could be offensive to Muslim inmates. The column by Andy Thackwray, a prisoner at HMP Hull, was entitled "Porky's Revenge". It hypothesised that swine flu was the result of a failed plot by Osama Bin Laden "eradicate every pig in Christendom": Yes, not too long ago in a cave somewhere in deepest Afghanistan, our bearded foe created his halal flu virus to totally wipe out the pigs of the Western world, and hopefully see the end of pork as we know it. Only trouble was, the young terrorist Bin Laden hand-picked to fly across the Atlantic to carry out the wicked deed was not only a goat short of a full flock, he'd also never ventured out of his village before. So, with geography not being one of his strong points, coupled with his poor command of the English language, it's not surprising that he got off the plane one stop early thinking he was in Kansas, America when really he was in Cancun, Mexico. There, he set the Bin Laden flu virus free on a Mexican pig farm instead of on an American one as planned - what a knob! The article was accompanied by a cartoon of a bearded, turbanned pig standing on its hind legs and sneezing. John Roberts, Operations Director and Company Secretary at Inside Time, was contacted by Diversity at Wormwood Scrubs and informed that the article and cartoon "might be offensive to Muslims". Consequently, all 50,000 copies of the magazine have been withdrawn and will be reprinted without the offending pieces. Apparently this will cost the charity which runs Inside Time lb15-20,000. The Jailhouselawer also reports that the Mr Thackwray has been charged with a Disciplinary Offence, put in the Segregation Unit, and will be transferred out of HMP Hull. http://www.liveleak.com/view?i=ee1_1244721104 THE_HAMMER_OF_POITIERS Jailhouse Furor over Pig Cartoon islam, jihad, ignorance, evil, muslims, stupidity,