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160,000 measles cases could occur in London due to the advice of charlatans 

   

 “Fucking Stupid Bitches” On ‘The View’ "Can View My Asshole”

Oakland flubs critical opportunity to combat retail theft

Canada's QAnon 'Queen' forced out of Kamsack, Saskatchewan

Extraterrestrial bodies revealed in Mexico were actually cake

Narcissists are far more likely to buy into conspiracy theories, research finds

Whites: Why Fathers Aren't Important For A Black Boy

“I was thinking, ‘Is he going to shoot my dad?’ the whole time.”

Trending

Black residents reject Trader Joe’s because it would attract too many white people

Oakland: the city that told Google to get lost

Really Jean, More Snow(den), Julian: No Teasing, Water Company Smears, And One Time Walmart's Horrifying

We Call BS! 

Did Jean Quan really spend “many, many hours” 

at the White House?

British Gov’t: 

Snowden hauled off a lot more than US thinks

Julian Assange Told: 

Stop using embassy to make fun of politicians

German Homeopathy Companies Pay Journalist 

who Smears UK Academic

Ohio mom horrified to find son’s ashes 

in Wal-Mart bag

The Best Song By An Occupy Leader Ever Made,...

Alright, this is the latest song by The Coup, a group led by my friend, Boots Riley, who is also Oakland's Occupy Wall St. leader (he's currently not speaking to me because I told him to cut it out,...) I'm posting it because it's a pretty good song - not brilliant or anything, but catchy and fun - and also because my online homie, Ann Althouse, recently had some fun at Boots' expense, which resulted in the hillbillies dissing him so bad I was compelled (COMPELLED!) to defend him.

Even if he hates my conservative guts right now. 

Anyway, to further prove even wrong-headed political outlaws have worth, I present my friend, Boots Riley, and "The Magic Clap"...

They're Substituting "The Wheels Of Justice" For Something Else Entirely (And It's A Long Trip)

Justice can move too damned slow sometimes. Especially when the murder involves a cult - and occurred just a few blocks from your house:

When an attorney for one of the defendants in the killings of Oakland newspaper editor Chauncey Bailey and two other men tried to get the murder trial moved out of Alameda County last year, he compared his client to Nazi lieutenant Hermann Goering.

Attorney Gary Sirbu argued that trying Antoine Mackey next to Yusuf Bey IV, the former leader of Your Black Muslim Bakery accused of having ordered the killings, would be like trying Goering next to Adolf Hitler.

The publicity surrounding the now-defunct black empowerment group is that widespread, and the bakery's former leader is that notorious, Sirbu said.

Superior Court Judge Thomas Reardon may well have appreciated Sirbu's dramatic flair - the jurist acts and sings in local theater productions. But Reardon ultimately ruled that the case would stay in Oakland, and that Mackey and Bey, both 25, would be tried together.

Today, after a final round of jury selection, prosecutor Melissa Krum will present her opening remarks in a trial that is being closely watched by journalists and First Amendment advocates.

Alleged motive

Bailey's slaying was shocking not just because of the way it happened - he was shotgunned in broad daylight - but because of the explanation that emerged for the killing. The Oakland Post editor was shot, prosecutors believe, to shut him up.

Bailey was working on stories about a group whose image had plunged far from its early days as an advocate for healthy eating in the black community.

Reardon has said he will allow prosecutors to tell jurors of a litany of crimes involving bakery members. They include shootings, the kidnapping of two women and the torture of one of them, the vandalism of two liquor stores to curb alcohol sales, and a sexual-assault case against the bakery's late founder that Bailey had covered.

The 57-year-old Bailey was walking from his Lake Merritt apartment to his Oakland office on Aug. 2, 2007, when Devaughndre Broussard, who had worked as a handyman at Your Black Muslim Bakery, killed him with three shotgun blasts near the corner of 14th and Alice streets.

For the whole story, check out Your Black Muslim Bakery on TMR.

Tom Hanks: He's Really One Of The Good Guys

We're relieved to finally know, out of all the Hollywood Democrats out there, at least Tom Hanks ain't crazy:

After I left Capitol Hill, I had the great fortune of working as an arts-and-entertainment writer at the Washington Times. The gig included the unfairly fun duty of writing weekly movie reviews and, occasionally, interviewing the “talent,” as directors, actors, and writers are referred to in Hollywood-publicist lingo.

No doubt a highlight of those six years was the 45 minutes I got to spend in the company of Tom Hanks and the writer-director brothers Joel and Ethan Coen, who were in Washington, D.C., to promote The Ladykillers, a not-terrible, but uncharacteristically flat remake of the 1955 Ealing Studios classic. (It paled in comparison to O Brother, Where Art Thou?, the Coens’ audacious reinvention of The Odyssey.)

Hanks’ pious center-left politics are well-known, and he promptly ribbed me mercilessly about the Times’ connection to the cult led by the Rev. Sun Myung Moon. “Have you seen the reverend?” Hanks joshed. “Does he levitate in the lobby?” Hanks recalled the time he saw an ad for the Unification Church on the side of a bus in his hometown of Oakland, Calif. “If you’re really the new incarnation of Christ, would you need to take out advertisements?!”

After informing me that I would not be leaving the hotel suite--“We’re here to de-program you”--Hanks finally let up. The Coens laughed uproariously throughout (as, truthfully, did I).

We always liked Hanks. Good to know he's aware of what's up. We'd like to watch his films in peace, without the annoying subtext we have with other actors. “We’re here to de-program you”?

Yes, indeed, we are.

With Friends Like These,...

"Van Jones, Obama’s special adviser for green jobs at the White House Council on Environmental Quality, told JET that celebrities including Russell Simmons and Prince have contacted him looking for ways to join Obama’s team."

-- Crushing Quiet, in an August 23rd posting - reminding us that, along with racist conspiracy theorists from Oakland, Obama's NewAge campaign has also inspired the music world's most exploitive, divorced, self-help book-writing Buddhist, and it's most hypocritical sex-promoting Jehovah’s Witness to get into government work (Prince, as a JW, doesn't even vote!) because, as we all know, these two most important voting-and-music-buying demographics must be covered, digitally, or it wouldn't be Twenty Four Bit News.

What It Means To Be A Man (It Never Changes)

"It was either I remain loyal to somebody or to a cause that wasn't loyal to me, be loyal to a gang that didn't care about me, or I can do for myself."

-- Devaughndre Broussard, the totally sympathetic killer of journalist Chauncey Bailey, explaining why he decided to testify against Yusuf Bey IV, leader of Oakland, California's Your Black Muslim Bakery - and revealing the one choice all cults present, from the very beginning, but few followers discover until the very end - in The San Francisco Chronicle.

Damn, y'all. In two days I've found reason to feel *something* for an American homeopath and a cold-blooded killer:

I must be getting soft in my old age,...

This is Your No-Bullshit Education

"You do outstanding things here and you'll be treated outstanding. You act like a fool and you'll be treated like one."

-- Ben Chavis, owner of Oakland, California's back-to-basics American Indian Public Charter school, in an inspirational hallway message for their high-achieving kids (seriously) and just so you know - for those who think we're too "negative" and always against something - this made us happy enough to say: you should definitely read about them in The Los Angeles Times.

New Tennis Shoes, A Little Religion, And Big Ol' Fish Sandwiches (They'll Get You Every Time)

"Y'all going bankrupt?" Broussard finally asked his leader. "Yeah, that's why we needed the people to sacrifice," [Yusef Bey, IV] replied.

"You want us to sacrifice, I'm like, man, we got holes in our shoes," Broussard shot back. "You got (Nike Air) Jordans on your feet, man, you ain't sacrificing that hard like us."

"We gotta try to save our bakery," Bey reasoned, according to Broussard. "This not just for me, this for y'all. ... This is for the brothers that need somewhere to come to work. This bakery houses people, this bakery feeds people, this bakery puts money in people's pockets."

Broussard often laughed at such talk - he was coming to view the bakery as a "little cult." Yet he also saw that it did good work - people indeed got jobs and shelter and were getting off drugs.

"Besides the people that was hurt in the process," he said, "a lot of people was helped."

Still, he told the prosecutor, he knew Bey was playing a game.

"His con was that bakery," Broussard said. "He get you to believe what they believing in. ... That's brainwashing."

He concluded, "I knew his kind, though, and I still was brainwashed. I still fell for a trap that I knew - well, I knew where the trap was."

-- Jaxon Van Derbeken, giving us the latest addition to the Your Black Muslim Bakery cult story - and the most clear statement yet of it's cultism from Devaughndre Broussard - in the San Francisco Chronicle.

Read the whole thing.

The Words Cultists Most Hate To Hear*

"He knows it all."

-- LeRue Grim, describing his client - murderer Devaughndre Broussard - as he testifies in the Your Black Muslim Bakery cult trial, in The San Francisco Chronicle.

*Because "it's not possible to know anything for sure", right?

Nice Guy (Even His Roommate Hated Him)

"Friends,

Happy Anniversary to Me!

On May 5th, 1976 (good ole Cinco de Mayo!), I was arrested for practicing medicine without a license in Oakland, California (where I lived and practiced homeopathy at the time). The state medical board had heard about me because a former housemate wrote them a letter saying that I was practicing homeopathy (which he considered quackery) and that I was 'hanging out with people involved in bioenergetics, yoga, and the like.'

Obviously...I was very dangerous."

-- Dana Ullman, a seriously dangerous quack who's still causing trouble - and probably still "hanging out with people involved in bioenergetics, yoga, and the like" - because we got this 2006 quote from the wacky/quacky Other Health.com.

Another Mr. Hope 'N' Change Hits A (Blue) Wall

"Not a lot of love lost between Oakland Mayor Ron Dellums and the families of the four slain police officers who were laid to rest Friday.

None of the families requested that the mayor speak at the televised funeral - in fact, we're told, two families specifically asked that he not speak.

One of the slain officers went so far as to leave behind specific instructions in his emergency packet that Dellums not be asked to speak should the officer be killed in the line of duty."

-- Phillip Matier and Andrew Ross, on the only thing that could've made a sad occasion even sadder - Ron Dellums (above) saying nothing while running off at the mouth - with full coverage by The San Francisco Chronicle.

Smile For The Camera: "Karma" Claims Another

An Oakland man who was among the tree-sitters who fought to save a grove of oaks and redwoods next to UC Berkeley's Memorial Stadium was critically wounded Friday in the West Bank by an Israeli-fired tear-gas canister, officials and acquaintances said.

Tristan Anderson, 38, was injured during a protest over the separation barrier that Israel erected between it and the West Bank. An Israeli soldier fired the canister during a clash with protesters and hit Anderson in the head, said Ulrika Jenson of Sweden, an activist with the International Solidarity Movement.

Jenson, who saw the incident, said in a statement released by the group that "the Israeli soldiers were standing on the hill looking over us, firing tear-gas canisters straight into the crowd."

"Tristan was hit and fell to the ground," Jenson said. "He had a large hole in the front of his head...."

-- Henry K. Lee, on a two-time loser who - clearly - had too many holes in his head as it was, in The San Francisco Chronicle.

"The One" compassionately adds:

"Trees don't hit back. [This is a real Time Life Moment] for a sniveling lib boy who feeeeels that his cause is a human shield from weapons.

One less dickhead on the planet."

The NewAgers: Capable Of Only Changing Their Names And Partners - To The Detriment Of All

"LOHAS is an acronym for Lifestyles of Health and Sustainability, a market segment focused on health and fitness, the environment, personal development, sustainable living, and social justice.

Anthropologist and sociologist Paul Ray, Ph.D., executive vice president of American LIVES, a research firm in Oakland, Calif., in 1994 began a lengthy and complicated national study of American values. Ray's research reshaped theories about American culture and revealed an emerging cultural phenomenon called the 'Cultural Creatives' -- a slice of the American population comprising 50 million persons or 26 percent of American adults.

Lifestyles of Health and Sustainability (LOHAS) is a demographic defining a particular market segment related to sustainable living, 'green' ecological initiatives, and generally composed of a relatively upscale and well-educated population segment.... Author Paul H. Ray, who coined the term Cultural Creatives in his book by the same name, explains that 'What you're seeing is a demand for products of equal quality that are also virtuous.' Included in the cultural creative demographic are consumers of 'new age' goods and services."

-- The LOHAS website, revealing what we at TMR already know: that California's so-called "progressive," environmental (and generally well-to-do) pains in the asses are really just a bunch of simple-minded, and too easily controlled, NewAge cultists with absolutely no capacity for complex thinking of their own - AKA "the most twisted, irrational psychos currently inhabiting planet Earth" - otherwise known as The Mystic Bourgeosie.

Mission Accomplished (Now Pay The Damages)

"I wanted to let everyone know what was going on. I wanted to make it clear the city was outraged."

-- Evan Shamar (above) who doesn't seem to understand A) since he worked to get people "outraged," he should've expected they might act like it and riot, and B) he doesn't speak for "the city," in The San Francisco Chronicle.

A Great Man Was Killed In Broad Daylight (So You Could Spend Time Getting A Little Fresh Air)

"The police department, they just fumbled everything. They caused the death, really. If they had moved on it, my brother would still be alive."

-- Lorelei Waqia, the sister of Chauncey Bailey, after discovering her brother (one of the few investigative reporters to take cultism seriously) was able to be killed because, sadly, the Oakland Police Department had delayed a raid on the Your Black Muslim Bakery cult's property - to accommodate a backpacking trip - in The Oakland Tribune.

You Don't Even Have To Talk To Them Anymore

"The paradigm has shifted. Dating is dated. Hooking up is here to stay.

(For those over 30 years old: hooking up is a casual sexual encounter with no expectation of future emotional commitment. Think of it as a one-night stand with someone you know.)"

-- Charles M. Blow (who has a great name for this topic) acknowledging what I already told you, long before the opinion page of The New York Times.

So what does this mean? It means bitches are just the proverbial "fuck-and-run" now - with no power to demand a man become their bitch - and buy them any of the shiny things (they think) they really want. Check out this new J.C. Penny ad:



Women can be so short-sighted, and stupid, it's criminal. (What guy, if he's in love and fucks up, wouldn't immediately run out and try to fix things? But now, love ain't required,...) Not to mention how women are degrading humanity itself with this shit. Listen to (of all places) MSNBC:

"We’re not sure who should be more offended by this [J.C. Penny] campaign: Men, who are painted as sexist, clueless dolts, or women, who are shown as mean-spirited and materialistic, willing to mete out menial punishment but swayed by glittery things."

Shit, I know who ain't offended by it - any dude who ain't already some bitch's bitch. That's right: the unreconstructed men (who don't listen to any of that noise) are laughing their asses off at what punk-ass niggas put up with just to get laid. But now, women are ending all that, and it's only a matter of time before men, generally, wise up to the game and start to play it for all it's worth. And - since human nature don't change - we know who's gonna come out on top in that contest.

So, "Welcome to the NewAge", Ladies: you've earned it.

Too $hort:

Now take my bitch
She won't complain about shit
cus she's my ho
She don't belong to a trick
So when you fuck her
and give her all your cash
I get paid
- or put my foot in her ass
I won't marry the bitch
and give her half
I get more head
and then I laugh
At that one bitch shit
- I got a gang of Hoes
I get freaks that lick these balls and toes

Ice Cube:

Now stupid little bitches get tossed
If they don't realise I'm the motherfucking boss
Come on down and get your ass pinched
And if you talk shit get your ass lynched
Cus I'm the B. the I. the T. the C. the H.
The K. the I. the L. the L.the A.
Ice Cube: a nigga that's bigger then a nut
Cus a bitch is a bitch is a hoe is a slut

Too $hort:

You say how can I call a woman a bitch
It ain't nothing but a word like "shit"
Ain't no slippin in my mutha-fucking pimpin'
And all bitches ain't women:
You come home and get smooth cussed out
You got a bitch with a foul-assed mouth
Scared to chip her with a left hook?
Youz a bitch in my book
Bitch

Ice Cube:

My nigger, Jinx, made the mix
So punk-ass mutha-fucking bitches get the eighty-six
I keep hoes on file
Cus I'm fucking more pussy then the law allows
With my boy, Too $hort
See he quick to grab a bitch by the throat
And slam her ass, cram her ass, with a fat dick
cus she's a trick bitch

Too $hort:

I like fat bitches
and I like em slim
I'll take a fat bitch
and stick my dick right in
her big fat ass
she'll make me come again
I'm mack daddy bitch - fuck her friend
I saw your home girl
she said what's up with us?
I said nothing - fucked her on the tour bus
She got it good too:
dick down on the floor
The bitch was fine
but her pussy ain't as good as yours

Ice Cube:

Well she's a straggler, struggler, straight salami smuggler
Every time I see the bitch, she's looking uglier
And if you got a trick ass on your left
Sitting there with dick on her breath
Last night she sucked my dick and now she's kissing little man
Why don't he suck my dick and let's cut out the middle man?
And if you have never heard of me
Youz a bitch - It ain't but a word to me

Scratch:
I'll stop calling ya Biotch

Ice Cube:

Man, fuck these hoes, man, ya know
(Too $hort: Nappy-ass bitch-ass tramp-ass slutty-ass hoe)

Scratch:
I'll stop calling ya, Biotch

Too $hort:

I go hard on a bitch - fuck respect from a man
I get my way with a bitch when I act like a pimp
Always carrying bank but I fooled the bitch
Cause all she ever got was to drool on my dick
Ice Cube will slap a hoe for the fuck of it
Just like me and that's some real shit
Bitch got bold with her loud ass mouth:
Tough ass bitch got knocked out
You know a bitch ain't nuthin but a word to me
Some of you punks are just scared to see
If you could call that bitch a bitch you would
And if you can't? You probably should (Punk)
I'm spitting game to you mark-ass lames
On how how to get a bitch and treat the bitch like shit
You can't buy love - all pimps know that
It's all about the way old $hort Dogg macks
Don't hold the bitch hand or walk side-by-side
Go first class every time you fly
She'll go Greyhound - and just meet you there:
I'm just an ice cold hard-ass Oakland player
You want to tongue kiss bitch? It figures
I introduce you to my homeboy, "Richard"
Also known by his nickname - "Dick"
Now lets tongue kiss, bitch

Ice Cube:

I like big butts so let it be known to the public:
I bust a rap or two and the bitches love it
I'm only out for one thing - so hate me
I ain't the one, so don't try to fade me
I don't wear too much gold because it's tacky
I bust a Raider hat, t-shirt and khakis
See a lot of hoes in freaky clothes everyday
So I talk to em in any ole kinda way
See a bitch need a nigger to coach em
So I grab my dick and smoothly approach em
I say "hi" in a friendly kind of pitch
If they ignore me then I say "Yo freak bitch"
Give up the number hardy - we'll have a slumber party
You see I'll fuck you to death and then I'll dump the body
Cause I'm a nigger that's bigger than crew or a gang
And when it comes to bitches I'm out for only one thang.
Yo bitch ain't nothing but a word to me.

-- Ain't Nothin' But A Word by Too $hort and Ice Cube.