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It has been reported (in The ChristLast Media, I must note) that the current Pope does not like the phrase "lead us not into temptation...

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Saturday, February 18, 2017

The previous post is a rant aginst the inevitable.

TheChurchMilitant: Sometimes anti-social, but always anti-fascist since 2005.

James Myers, Requiescat in pace.

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Dumbass Disney perverts. George was WWF all the way.

George "the Animal" Steele


Welcome to the new George “the AnimalSteele Website ... there were two people using the same body – George “The AnimalSteele and Coach Jim Myers...

Mr. Myers, AKA George “The Animal” Steele, is with us no more. I shall miss him. You can look him up if you like, but I know you probably won't. It doesn't really matter. Sadly, even tragically, this post isn't really about him.

The Animal was a pro wrestler. You know, the kind of guy who made money by entertaining the white trash [Racist.] rubes who support fascism with their hard work and the taxes people like you [Well, the odds are good that this applies to some of you.] steal from them. His shtick was simple and quite inelegant. He played an almost subhuman character who was a literal terror in the ring, and who was, quite frankly, a bit of a retard.

[Digression Number 1: “You insensitive monster! How dare you! You are the subhuman!”

No, dearest pantywaist. I know Mr. Myers was just playacting. Of course, you think the word “actor” must be reserved for brave humanitarians like the dictator-slurping slug Sean Penn.

"He's a real man”, you say. He would never make fun of anyone with a disability.”

Perhaps not, but neither The Animal nor I have ever given aid or comfort to evil men who see all of God's children as their personal property.]

Did you know Mr. Myers was an educator with a Master's degree? Nope, you did not.

[Digression Number 2: Did you kiddies know Twitter will send you an Orwellian message “limiting” your use of their product if you dare to use the word “retarded” in a tweet? The arch-criminal in question tweeted about an upgrade to a video game as being “retarded”. Who knew algorithms could be fascist, too? Garbage in, garbage out, kiddies. If you let garbage settle in your minds, it will in all likelihood come out in the most disturbing and frightful ways. The same goes for the ever-fruitless quest to silence one's own conscience. Take our current Fearful Leader, for instance. Do you really think the Orange Messiah has a Master Plan he's executing each time he tweets? If you do, you just might be a dumbass.]

The Animal rarely spoke. [Sweet gig, right?] One notable exception was the time when another character attached some device to his head and switched it on. The Animal slowly enunciated “How...now...brown...cow”. Priceless.

Even [especially?] wrestling characters throw their fans the occasional curve ball. [See “Baseball - Born c. 1859 Died 1994”] It seems The Animal had developed a thing for Miss Elizabeth, a quite fetching character at the time. [May God have mercy on her poor, poor, soul.] They played it like a King Kong and Fay Wray thing.

[Digression Number 3: I hope the upcoming Kong movie will be palatable, but I am not holding my breath. Hollyweird has not done the King justice since the original movie starring Miss Wray. For instance, what were they thinking when they cast the execrable Jessica Lang as the heroine?]

Mr. Myers was a natural for that part. His back was hairier than any ape's.

I would like to thank Mr. Myers for entertaining me and millions of other white trash [Racist.] losers. We just thought we were boys having fun. We now know that is incorrect and indeed, VERBOTEN! because EVERY TIME A MALE HAS FUN, A GIRL IS TORTURED, MUTILATED AND KILLED. SOMETIMES TWO GIRLS.

That truly is a pity and I am thoroughly ashamed of my genitals, though not enough to use the ladies' restroom while in Charlotte.

It is a pity because even though girls are icky to their very cores, I love them dearly and can't get enough of them. Of course, not in the way False Conservatives like Orange Clump and Rash Dimbulb [Conservative From the Waist Up] can't get enough. Even St. Ronnie Reagan was a serial adulterer. Just ask Jesus, if you dare. [I'm talking to you protestants. Seriously, can't you see you guys are making it up as you go along? “Over 33,000 different Christian (?) denominations can't possibly be right.” That arch-pervert Luther should have hired a better marketing firm.]

As you kiddies may have noticed, I have been a bit angrier than usual lately. I know, hard to believe, right? I fear having my blood pressure read.

I like to pretend that I am upset by the False Conservatives who talked a good game for decades and then betrayed their “beliefs”, their God, [Heck, who really knows what they worship? I fear it is the same thing the left-fascists do.] and their country because they found a big government liar, rhetorician and thief who put an “R” next to his name in order to fool the hoi polloi. [Look it up, kiddies.]

Boy, did he fool them. Who would fall for such a scam? Why, the same people think who George “The Animal” Steele really was an animal AND the people who think they are our moral and intellectual superiors because they think pro wrestling [and anything else they happen to find unpleasant] promotes violence, rape, intolerance, obesity, and tooth decay.

A pox on both their houses of worship, both left and right-fascists, for they worship at the altar of Power.

I can't wait for someone to start a center-fascist movement. I can see it now...

Uh, let's just murder 10% of the people we want to. Everybody else will surely obey us then.”

Ain't life grand, kiddies?

I just realized I am in the middle of Digression Number 4 and it's a doozy. [Look that word up, kiddies, and see what wonders your ancient ancestors created.]

I'm not really upset with the False Conservatives. They're just ignorant douche bags like the rest of us, only more so.

What really grinds my gears is how cheaply and easily we sold our souls and lost everything. I thought we would at least go down while putting up a fight like the kiddies in the original Red Dawn movie. [It is not permissible to speak of the horrific remake.] You know, shout “Wolverine!”, [Harbaugh's a weenie, BTW.] take out a couple of commies and go straight to Valhalla.

Nope. Not even close.

We sold out for easy access to porn, blowjobs, and blow. And, of course, the ability to buy our wives out of their guaranteed lifetime personal services contracts and get a newer, younger model without stretch marks that will believe our old lies like they are brand new.

The odds are excellent that you yourself, dear reader, think that's quite a bargain and that “progress” has truly set you free. If not, you are one of the ever-shrinking remnant who shudders at the retribution that awaits both the innocent and the evildoers just around the corner.

I am not speaking about the afterlife, kiddies. That's between each individual and Almighty God. He will absolutely separate the wheat from the chaff because He is the only One who truly knows the difference.

I'm talking about the earthly price we will pay for screwing around and pissing away our freedoms while abandoning Truth and Justice and pretending the American Way ain't nothing but fast cars and getting laid.

Oh, yeah. Rock 'N' Roll, too.

I once hoped that when fascism triumphed in the land of the putatively free, we'd get lucky and wind up with a dictator like Francisco Franco. No such luck, kiddies.

The truly frightening thing is there isn't even one real man among the fascists who oppress us. That would at least grant us the consolation of knowing we had been beaten by a stronger and more ruthless foe.

Instead we are ruled by the likes of Badcock Insane Okhrana, [The Community Organizer From The High-Yellow Lagoon] and Orange Clump, who couldn't reason his way out of a wet paper bag, and the in-bred Bush family, who just know they know better than absolutely everybody, and Li'l Jimmy Malaise the intellectualoid anti-Semitic humanitarian, and Ike, who carved up perfectly good communities to build us a Nazi-style Autobahn of our very own, and Fellatio D. Rascalvelt, who was more in-bred than the Bushes, [and much, much, worse] and Woody “No-wood” Wilson, who thank God was too much of a pussy to live out all his hate-filled fantasies in the real world...

Et cetera, et cetera, et cetera...ad infinitum...ad nauseam...

God speed, Mr. Myers. There was never any shame in you hiding behind your public persona of George “The Animal” Steele. I hope and pray you never ever thought there was.

TheChurchMilitant: Sometimes anti-social, but always anti-fascist since 2005.

The next post is more than a eulogy for George "The Animal" Steele...

TheChurchMilitant: Sometimes anti-social, but always anti-fascist since 2005.

Friday, February 17, 2017

YES! @GermainGreerInDrag is live!


Check it out, kiddies, if you want the latest and greatest in the world of fascion. I'd hurry if I were you, though. They won't put up with this for long.

Then again, I might not either.


Psssst! Hey, kiddies! Don't tell 'em it's your old pal Fyodor.

TheChurchMilitant: Sometimes anti-social, but always anti-fascist since 2005.

Thursday, February 16, 2017

Федор сжалившись над Оранжевой Мессии и дает советы о том, как бороться с его идиотскими русских кузенов и стать настоящим мужчиной ..

Пожалуйста, прости этот перевод, кузенов. Я о том, как русский, как тот хуесос Сталина. [Или вы можете обвинить Google Translate.]

Вот тощее на Россию, детишкам.

Русские всегда были рабами и остаются таковыми по сей день. Они не имеют никакого опыта свободы любого рода, а не слова, собраний, печати, или даже религии. Никто.

Они не понимают, личную ответственность, права собственности, или понятие верховенства закона.

Мои бедные российские кузены были окружать и угнетали на протяжении всей своей истории жестокими, невежественных и кровожадных головорезов, которые называли себя лидерами и забитых любого, кто осмелился встать на них. Это не имеет значения, если эти безумцы и сумасшедшие называли себя божественным правом монархов или авангардом истории.

Результат всегда был одинаковым для бедной матери России. Она не знала ничего, кроме нищеты, рабства, ужас и смерть в беспрецедентных масштабах.

В то время как я на него, я хотел бы воспользоваться этой возможностью, чтобы взять сильный удар в Русской Православной Церкви, которая имеет, с несколькими известными исключениями, сотрудничал с палачами и повернулась спиной к невинным. Вечный позор его награда.

Несмотря на все это, русский народ терпел, и из-за их ужасающей истории, я считаю, что они произвели самую большую литературу мир когда-либо видел, от Гоголя до Солженицына и за его пределами. Добавить в этой прекрасной архитектурой, невероятной музыки, и некоторые из самых красивых женщин в мире. Можно только удивляться, и плакать над чудесами России дали бы человечество, если бы только она была свободна.

Что делает этот вопрос до массивно клоун? Ничего вообще. Как мог невежественный thingee, который заботится только о своем желудке, его банковский счет, и его крошечные, увядшие гениталий фени своих собственных граждан, гораздо меньше угнетенного на другой стороне земного шара?

Просто. Это не может.

Царица Putinesca и ее подручный ничего, кроме преступников. Они думают, что, как преступников, и они действуют как преступники. Они понимают только силу, потому что это их бог. Они уважают только силу, потому что они только боятся потерять свои собственные.

Оранжевый Виола должен приказать ВМС США N брызнуть на следующий российский истребитель, который получает в пределах досягаемости оружия любого военного корабля США и осмелиться трусливых маленьких девочек в Кремле, чтобы попытаться сделать что-то об этом.

Но это не будет.

Это так же, как слабый и изнеженный, как русских головорезов, чьи сапоги [и "все" остальное он может получить свой язык на] он любит лизать так много.

Она должна идти над головами самопровозглашенных лидеров России и чириканье непосредственно к русскому народу и научить их, что Россия принадлежит им, а не их рабовладельцы.

Этого не произойдет, либо, детишки, потому что это потребовало бы реального человека, чья совесть и человечество систематически не задушил десятилетиями жадности, похоти, воровству и намеренного невежества. Нет такой человек не является какой-либо власти в нашей стране, либо ...

Наш позор не так: Мы когда-то была власть, чтобы исправить проблемы такого рода, но не более.

В то время как мои российские кузены никогда не пробовали свободу, мы продали наш невероятно дешево.

Никто в мире не смотрит в Америку с надеждой. Они только пришли сюда, чтобы получить положенное и быть на реалити-шоу.

Пусть Отец, Сын и Дух Святой, помилуй всех душ. Мы уверены, как ад будет нужно.

TheChurchMilitant: Иногда антисоциальным, но всегда антифашистская с 2005 года.

Fyodor takes pity on the Orange Messiah and offers advice on how to deal with his idiot Russian cousins and become a real man..

Here's the skinny on Russia, kiddies.

The Russians have always been slaves and remain so to this day. They have no experience with freedom of any sort, not speech, assembly, the press, or even religion. None.

They do not understand personal responsibility, property rights, or the concept of the rule of law.

My poor Russian cousins have been beset and oppressed for their entire history by brutal, ignorant, and bloodthirsty thugs who called themselves leaders and butchered anyone who dared to stand up to them. It does not matter if these madmen and madwomen called themselves divine-right monarchs or the vanguard of history. The result has always been the same for poor Mother Russia. She has known nothing but poverty, slavery, horror, and death on an unprecedented scale.

While I'm at it, I would like to take this occasion to take a whack at the Russian Orthodox Church, which has, with a few notable exceptions, collaborated with the butchers and turned its back on the innocents. Everlasting shame is its reward.

Despite all this, the Russian people have endured, and because of their horrific history, I believe they have produced the greatest literature the world has ever seen, from Gogol to Solzhenitsyn and beyond. Add to that beautiful architecture, incredible music, and some of the world's most beautiful women. One can only wonder and weep over the marvels Russia would have given mankind if only she had been free.

What does this matter to Clumpy the Clown? Nothing whatsoever. How could an ignorant thingee that only cares about its stomach, its bank account, and its tiny, withered genitals give a damn about its own citizens, much less the oppressed on the other side of the world?

Simple. It can't.

Czarina Putinesca and her henchman are nothing but criminals. They think like criminals and they act like criminals. They ONLY understand power because it is their god. They only respect power because they only fear the loss of their own.

The Orange Pansy should order the U.S. Navy to splash the next Russian fighter that gets within weapons range of any U.S. warship and dare the cowardly little girls in the Kremlin to try and do something about it.

But it won't.

It is just as weak and effeminate as the Russian thugs whose boots [and "whatever" else it can get its tongue on] it loves to lick so much.

It should go above the heads of Russia's self-proclaimed leaders and tweet directly to the Russian people and teach them that Russia belongs to them, not their slave-masters.

That will not happen either, kiddies, because it would require a real man whose conscience and humanity have not been systematically smothered by decades of greed, lust, thievery, and willful ignorance. No such man is anywhere near power in our country, either...

Our shame is this: We once had the power to fix this kind of problem, but no longer. While my Russian cousins have never tasted freedom, we have sold ours incredibly cheaply.

Nobody in the world looks to America with hope. They only come here to get laid and be on reality shows.

May the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost have mercy on all souls. We are sure as Hell going to need it.

TheChurchMilitant: Sometimes anti-social, but always anti-fascist since 2005.

Wednesday, February 15, 2017

Jeffrey Luria is the reason why taxpayers should never pay for stadia. [Look it up.]

From Jeff Passan of Yahoo Sports:

Over the past 18 years, as Jeffrey Loria sprayed the stench of his naked greed across baseball like the skunk he is, as he destroyed the sport in one city and bilked another out of billions of dollars, as he tore asunder a championship team and micromanaged countless others and behaved like the lamest sort of wannabe George Steinbrenner possible, all blowhard, zero substance, the aggrieved could take solace in one thing and one alone: Some day, the game would rid itself of him.

Mercy was not the exclusive domain of the Ninth Circuit on Thursday. Early in the day, simultaneous feelings of joy and fury accompanied the Forbes report that Loria had agreed to sell the Miami Marlins to an unnamed buyer for $1.6 billion. Joy because the owner who played arsonist to his own franchise was relinquishing his Zippo. And fury because one of the worst owners in sports had turned a $158.5 million investment into something worth 10 times as much, an example other owners with similarly feeble consciences may be tempted to copy.

Whatever frustration percolated over a rich man getting even richer paled compared to the ding-dong-the-witch-is-dead giddiness expressed by Marlins players and executives past and present in texts and calls to one another. Presuming the deal goes through – plenty of pitfalls remain, a source familiar with the agreement confirmed to Yahoo Sports, and Loria would like to bask in the glow of the All-Star Game at Marlins Stadium in July, so the timing of any sale remains unclear – it will bring to an end an ownership reign that stained the sport for more than a decade.

To understand the treachery of Loria and David Samson, the team president and son of Loria’s ex-wife, one need only understand a single number: $1.2 billion. That’s how much a $91 million note from J.P. Morgan to help finance the team’s new stadium, which opened in 2012, is going to cost Miami-area taxpayers. That’s 13 times the original loan. In all, $409 million worth of loans will balloon to $2.4 billion.

And here’s the thing: That’s not even the worst part. For years, the Marlins cried poor to local politicians, saying they needed a stadium to make money. Never would they open up their financials, of course, because they would have shown the Marlins had cleared nearly $50 million in profits the two years before Miami-Dade County approved the stadium funding. Ultimately, the government cowed, and the Marlins got perhaps the most sweetheart of sweetheart stadium deals, which is saying something. They covered only a quarter of construction costs. They keep all of the stadium revenues: tickets, parking, concessions. They pay $2.3 million annually in rent – money that goes to pay off a county loan.

Amazingly, one could argue that what Loria did to the Marlins wasn’t nearly as bad as his systematic slaughter of the Montreal Expos. In 1999, he spent $12 million for a quarter of the Expos. Over the next few years, he built up his stake in the team to nearly 100 percent. Then he asked for a new stadium, couldn’t get traction and made a choice: He would sell the Expos to MLB – and sell out Montreal fans who knew the league wanted to move the team – for the rights to purchase the Marlins. All it would cost was $158.5 million – the $120 million MLB paid for the Expos and the $38.5 million interest-free loan the league gave him.

In Miami, Loria lived like a prince while playing pauper. As he and Samson cried poverty, they paid themselves a “management fee” to run the team. They pocketed revenue sharing from other teams and kept entire-team payrolls smaller than some individual players’ salaries. Baseball, in the meantime, grew from a $3 billion-a-year industry in 1999 to $10 billion these days. BAMTech, the streaming service run by Major League Baseball Advanced Media, sold a chunk of the company at a $3.5 billion valuation. The entirety of the league’s web business may well be worth twice that. And every team owns a 1/30th share.

The $1.6 billion price tag bandied about Thursday nonetheless shocked the industry. Forbes had pegged the Marlins’ value at a little less than $700 million. While it’s possible the final purchase price comes in lower than $1.6 billion, Loria, like Frank McCourt before him, is going to parlay a disastrous run as a baseball owner into a spot on the list of billionaires. Miami-Dade County, as part of its stadium agreement with the Marlins, will get a small cut because Loria decided to sell the team. The valuation off which the percentage is based: $250 million.

Loria won, again, as Loria has done so much in his business affairs. His acumen there is redoubtable, even if it comes with a sheen of slime. MLB, and his cohort Bud Selig in particular, allowed Loria to grow into the fiend he did. Whenever he does swipe his signature across the sale documents, Loria will be able to say he played baseball. May Rob Manfred and future commissioners never forget what men like Loria and McCourt are capable of.

For every moment of grace Loria showed – in helping Jose Fernandez’s grandmother come to the United States from Cuba and honoring Fernandez with proper solemnity after his tragic death, Loria proved himself more than a one-dimensional bad guy – his other deeds will be his legacy. He’ll join Ted Stepien and Donald Sterling and Harold Ballard on worst-owner lists. He’ll be a punch line for the managers he fired, the trades he forced, the interference he ran all the way to the end of his tenure, when he tried, over the objections of the Marlins people who actually know baseball, to give $80 million to a closer, Kenley Jansen, whose signing also would cost the Marlins their first-round draft pick.

That is Jeffrey Loria. The fire sale after winning the 2003 World Series is Jeffrey Loria. Conning the average fan is Jeffrey Loria. May the new owner be nothing like him, not in motive, not in deed, not in the odious, execrable scent of greed that cannot vanish soon enough.

If you think I deal in fake news, you can copy and paste the address below into your browser. I try, kiddies, you know I try.


TheChurchMilitant: Sometimes anti-social, but always anti-fascist since 2005.


Kiddies, I would like to announce the next great Twitter sensation:


It will be the intense, introspective rumination of a true AmeriKKKan herowyn in transition from left-fascist [Ok, she's a commie] womyn to a right-fascist man. [Sort of. The man part, that is. He/she is definitely fascist.]

It could be fun.

I just hope the twitteratti let me get away with it.

TheChurchMilitant: Sometimes anti-social, but always anti-fascist since 2005.

Good thing nobody pays attention to me.

Those commies at Saturday Night Live are going to get a visit from the IRS Fairies.

From the NY Daily News:

Trump upset over SNL portrayal of Bannon as Grim Reaper

President Trump has reportedly taken offense at a “Saturday Night Live” sketch that portrayed White House chief strategist Stephen Bannon as the Grim Reaper, manipulating the President.

President Trump has a new complaint about “Saturday Night Live.”
The President was apparently rattled by a cold open from earlier in the month that depicted White House chief strategist Steve Bannon as the Grim Reaper, according to the Washington Post.

The sketch showed Bannon’s Grim Reaper manipulating Trump into making inappropriate phone calls to world leaders including Australian Prime Minister Malcolm Turnbull and German Chancellor Angela Merkel before relegating him to play with a toy at a miniature desk off to the side of the Oval Office.

TheChurchMilitant: Sometimes anti-social, but always anti-fascist since 2005.

Sidney Crosby is a real mensch.

You wouldn't understand. [Especially if you are a cement-head fan of the Flyers, Rangers, Caps, Jackets, et cetera.] It's a Pittsburgh thing.

From Pittsburgh's other newspaper:

When it comes to giving, Sidney Crosby does as much as he can ...

By Jason Mackey / Pittsburgh Post-Gazette

It’s hardly uncommon for Penguins president/CEO David Morehouse to escort a group of kids into the home team’s dressing room at PPG Paints Arena after a game. Not to talk or celebrate, simply to soak in the scene.

During one particular game last year, Morehouse had to step out and instructed the group to stay off to the side and not bother anyone. But when he returned, the kids weren’t keeping quiet in the corner.
They were getting quizzed by Penguins captain Sidney Crosby.

“He was asking if they played hockey, who they played for, if they won their last game,” Morehouse said. “And it’s not stuff that’s coming out because he has to. He’s genuinely interested.”

Sidney Crosby will soon reach 1,000 NHL points, but that doesn’t come close to fully painting the picture of a polite, humble and strikingly thoughtful native of Cole Harbour, Nova Scotia.

“People from my hometown have always made it a point to give back,” Crosby said. “I always told myself that, if I ever get to this point, I would do the same.

“I think a lot of guys have the same approach. You feel lucky to do what you do. If you can help out in other ways, and this puts you in that position, you try to do your best.”

Crosby and Penguins co-owner Mario Lemieux once shared a roof, so it should come as no surprise that they share a philosophy when it comes to doing good deeds.

Both are happy to help and legitimately enjoy it, but Crosby, like Lemieux, makes it a point to carve out some one-on-one time, to ensure that whomever he’s hosting or helping knows he’s not doing it for the attention.

“It’s not about that at all for him,” said Penguins director of communications Jen Bullano.

She would certainly know.

In 2011, Crosby was out of the lineup with a concussion, and the Penguins made their annual visit to Children’s Hospital.

Crosby got along so well with one boy there and was so touched that he later asked Bullano to go back ... just the two of them, no cameras, no attention.

When Bullano and Crosby met for the follow-up visit, Crosby appeared clutching a pair of Toys “R” Us bags, filled with a Transformer toy the two had discussed.

“He literally bought every type of this toy they make,” Bullano said. “[Crosby] had never seen it before and thought it was so cool.

“There are no pictures of this. There’s no video. He was laying in the bed with the kid. They were just playing. We were there for over two hours. I got to know the mom really well because we were just sitting there.

“The kid had no idea. Didn’t expect it. They had no idea he was coming. We got there and he said, ‘Hey buddy. hope you don’t mind that I came back.’ The kid couldn’t believe it.

“[Crosby’s] crazy cool about stuff like that.”

What’s crazy is trying to recount the many times stuff like this has happened with Crosby:

• The Little Penguins Learn to Play program has been around for nine seasons, outfitting now 1,200 kids with free head-to-toe hockey equipment. Not only does Crosby serve as the face of the program — which the NHL has now adopted — but he helps fund it, too.

“There’s an awareness of what a person in his position can bring,” Penguins vice president of communications Tom McMillan said. “I think he activates that as much as anybody I’ve seen during his playing career.”

• After a recent practice, Crosby noticed a local family in the Penguins dressing room, approached them, introduced himself, learned their story and wound up giving them a signed stick.

Nobody asked Crosby to do that, and he wanted zero credit when discussing it a couple days later.

“For people who have the opportunity to come in here, people dealing with certain things, if you can brighten their day a bit or spend some time with them, it’s something that’s special for all of us,” Crosby said.

• A few years ago, through a team charity event, Crosby befriended a 4-year-old Amish boy with cancer. Crosby remarked to Bullano how much he loved talking to the boy because of how engaging the boy was and how he wasn’t consumed with technology. Crosby even tried to visit the boy but learned he had passed away.

• He learns the first and last names of the kids who attend his hockey school in Cole Harbour, Nova Scotia.

“Two kids came from Japan its first year,” Bullano recalled. “He was so blown away by that. He couldn’t wait to meet them.”

• Earlier this season, the Penguins welcomed Grant Chupinka, 24-year-old cancer patient, into the dressing room. Crosby chatted up Grant and his parents, Steve and Kim.

He spent his usual time — about two or three times the requirement. Gave the tour. Then found out the Chupinkas didn’t have tickets for that night’s game and decided he would pay for them to go.

“I’m sure he could just give them an autographed puck or something, but he takes his time to go out and see them and talk to them and get to know them,” Brian Dumoulin said. “It speaks volumes for him and who he is as a person.”

Spend any length of time with Crosby during his visits with those less fortunate, and a few things become obvious.

One, Crosby is really good at these. Smooth but not in a slimy way. Sweet. You know how when you’re around someone talking and they go out of their way to make eye contact with everyone around? That’s Crosby.

He’s also humble, always introducing himself like those he’s meeting don’t already know. Holding a hand is no issue. And Crosby is the rare 20-something pro athlete without kids who acts every bit like he does.

“It is not an easy situation to talk to someone with terminal cancer,” McMillan said. “A lot of people couldn’t do that. He has an amazing ability to do that and make that person feel good.”

Crosby has welcomed several Make-a-Wish kids and tries, if at all possible, to schedule such events for practice days — to maximize the time he’s able to spend.

He’s developed a special friendship with Patrick McIlvain, a soldier who nearly died when he took a bullet to the head in Afghanistan. McIlvain actually does physical therapy with one of Crosby’s sticks.

A former club hockey player at Cal U, McIlvain comes by every year, and the Penguins don’t even bother to tell Crosby. Either he already knows or immediately stops what he’s doing to come say hello.

“He’s not doing it to leave a legacy,” said Terry Kalna, Penguins vice president of sales and broadcasting. “His numbers leave the legacy. He’s just a down-to-Earth, good guy.”

Before a visit, Crosby has Bullano email him what is essentially a scouting report on who he’s going to meet. He likes to learn about them, their situation and what they’ve been through. As much information as he can ingest. Crosby never just swoops in, shake a hand and leave.

“As much as anyone has ever seen, he accepts the responsibilities of being not just a professional athlete but a star professional athlete,” McMillan said. “He views it as part of the job. Like coming to the morning skate. That’s just what you do.”

Put another way, “he owns those moments,” says Kalna.

Said Bullano, “He’s just a good human being.”

There are also the stories of humility from within the team. When Carter Rowney was called up for the first time, he was taken aback when Crosby dropped in on his workout to chat.

“Someone like him and he included me?” Rowney wondered aloud. “I didn’t know him or anything like that. It was cool to see him come over and say hi.”

Scott Wilson remembers waiting in line for preseason photos a couple of years ago when Crosby, with a jam-packed schedule, was told to jump in line.

“Sid actually turned to me and said, ‘Is it OK if I got ahead?’ ” Wilson said. “Little things like that.”
The most astounding, though, is the charity work. Some that the Penguins ask him to do, as much or more that they don’t. It would make Roberto Clemente proud as a charitable ambassador of Pittsburgh.

“We couldn’t ask for anyone better or anything more, both on and off the ice,” Morehouse said. “As a hockey player and as a leader, we literally hit the lottery with Sidney Crosby.

“He’s the person we’ve built the team around. He’s the person we built the brand around. Built a new arena because of. The off-the-ice stuff was instrumental in the growth of youth hockey in Western Pennsylvania. It’s a good illustration of our ownership’s commitment to giving back to the community.

“He exemplifies who we are to the very core.”

TheChurchMilitant: Sometimes anti-social, but always anti-fascist since 2005.

Tuesday, February 14, 2017

You say guerilla, I say tomato. Let's call you terminated.



A tennis commentator dropped by ESPN for a remark about Venus Williams during the Australian Open sued the sports network Tuesday for wrongful termination.

Former tennis pro Doug Adler maintains he was describing Williams' aggressive style last month as ''guerrilla'' tactics and not comparing her with a ''gorilla.''

He apologized for his poor word choice but was let go from ESPN mid-tournament.
Adler claims ''emotional distress'' in the filing in Los Angeles Superior Court, alleging he was wrongly branded a racist and has lost other TV opportunities because of the controversy.
The lawsuit calls for punitive financial damages, but doesn't name an amount.

ESPN spokesman Mike Soltys said Tuesday the network hadn't seen the lawsuit and had no comment.

The suit points out that ''Guerrilla Tennis'' was the name of a Nike TV ad from the 1990s featuring Andre Agassi and Pete Sampras.

''Obviously, (Adler) saw that commercial many times and the phrase became widely used by those who actually understood tennis vernacular and followed the sport closely,'' the lawsuit said.
Peter Bodo, senior editor of Tennis magazine, used the term in a 2012 profile of Agnieszka Radwanska, according to court papers.

Adler was doing play-by-play commentary on ESPN for Williams' Jan. 18 match against Stefanie Voegele, saying Williams was playing more aggressively after Voegele missed serves. When Voegele faulted on a serve, Adler described Williams as moving in and charging with a ''gorilla effect'' or ''guerrilla effect.'' Because the words gorilla and guerrilla are pronounced similarly, it's impossible to say for certain which word Adler spoke.

Offended viewers called for Adler to be fired for comparing Williams, who is African-American, with a gorilla.

At the time Adler said he was speaking about Williams' tactics and strategy and ''simply and inadvertently chose the wrong word to describe her play.''
In a statement emailed in January to The Associated Press, ESPN said it had pulled Adler from broadcasts.

''During an Australian Open stream on ESPN3, Doug Adler should have been more careful in his word selection. He apologized and we have removed him from his remaining assignments,'' the statement read.

Adler was an All-American player at the University of Southern California who went on to play on the pro circuit. He was hired by ESPN in 2008 and covered tournaments including the U.S. Open, French Open and Wimbledon.

Williams declined to comment on the remark or the ensuing controversy.

Sorry, kiddies, but the bastards are making it more difficult to post links to their internet content. which makes no sense to me, but then again, neither does abortion...


TheChurchMilitant: Sometimes anti-social, but always anti-fascist since 2005.

SEX IS DEATH [Part 95: Sexual perversion - the sin that keeps on taking and taking and taking...ad nauseam...ad infinitum]

I came to Carthage, where I found myself in the midst of a hissing cauldron of lusts. I had not yet fallen in love, but I was in love with the idea of it, and this feeling that something was missing made me despise myself for not being more anxious to satisfy the need. I began to look around for some object for my love, since I badly wanted to love something.

 — St. Augustine, Confessions

Not literally ad infinitum, of course. All of us will have to pay the price one day.

You remember Jerry Sandusky, [In Plain View - The New Yorker] don't you, kiddies? How much horror must you endure before you realize there really are such things as sins.

Happy Secular Fucking Day. May God have mercy on our black, bloody souls.

From WGAL:

Jerry Sandusky's son faces child sex assault charges

HARRIS TOWNSHIP, Pa. — Jeffrey Sandusky, the son of convicted child molester and former Penn State coach Jerry Sandusky, is facing child sexual assault and child pornography charges, according to Pennsylvania State Police.

TheChurchMilitant: Sometimes anti-social, but always anti-fascist since 2005.

Happy SAINT Valentine's Day, you aldulterous perverts.

Let's get the sappy, icky, mushy stuff out of the way first, shall we kiddies?

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Poodles, the whores of the dog world...

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I will always love this one...

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Two more from the real world for balance and to aid those diabetics who may be visiting...

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First of all, the word is SEX, not GENDER. If you are ever tempted to use the word GENDER, don't. The word is SEX! SEX! SEX! SEX! For example: "My sex is male." is correct. "My gender is male." means nothing. Look it up. What kind of sick neo-Puritan nonsense is this? Idiot left-fascists, get your blood-soaked paws off the English language. Hence I am choosing "male" under protest.


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