pervy pilgrims punished!

I guess this is just not my day for taking the high road, eh? I seem to have made a complete recovery from dignity, and in record time! Ah well, best to plunge ahead before this is totally out of date.

wig wearing wenchWell, it’s already kinda sorta over by several centuries, but it doesn’t seem to have hit the blogosphere yet in any major way, so I’m claiming it. What we have here is an article about the kinds of sexual crimes the Pilgrims had in their laws, and the kind and number and,  in several cases, names, of the people who transgressed those laws, along with some fun assorted tales of what happened to them after that.

It is instructive to note that a good 50% or more of these crimes take place regularly in the bathrooms and on the dance floor at Celebrities, but that’s neither here nor there. We shall not even mention the Pumpjack, because that’s more appropriate for a discussion of the punishment than the crimeChained Male. Yes, don’t kid yourself; ain’t nothing the Pilgrim Fathers of America liked to see as much as a Pilgrim Mother or Pilgrim Young’un of America trussed up like a gimp and bent over in a set of stocks.

It cannot be said (as it is of those whose sole knowledge of this period is that one Demi Moore movie) that they punished the victims rather than the perpetrators, but they didn’t believe in letting them feel left out, either, as you can see from this excerpt of the full MSNBC article.

Leviticus provided their guidance and that Old Testament book is not exactly nuanced. Sodomy? Death. Bestiality? Death. Man has sex with his daughter-in-law? Death. Adultery? Death. You get the picture.

The laws of Plymouth Colony echo Leviticus. You could be sentenced to death for sodomy, rape, buggery and, for a time, adultery. (Sodomy and buggery might be synonymous to us, but buggery apparently referred more to bestiality.)

Some Christian preachers today quote Leviticus 20, approvingly arguing that both the Old and New Testament are the infallible word of God.

And on his farm he had a sheep…
In practice, though, even the Pilgrims did not typically enforce death for sex. In fact, only one person was put to death for a sex crime in the colony, poor Thomas Graunger, a teenage farm boy who, perhaps flush with the surge of hormones, turned to those he knew best. His story could make you look at the Thanksgiving turkey in a whole new way.

Governor William Bradford recounted the tale:

“He was this year detected of buggery, and indicted for the same, with a mare, a cow, two goats, five sheep, two calves and a turkey … He was first discovered by one that accidentally saw his lewd practice towards the mare. (I forbear particulars.) Being upon it examined and committed, in the end he not only confessed the fact with that beast at that time, but sundry times before and at several times with all the rest of the forenamed in his indictment.”

As punishment, he was forced to watch all the animals killed. At first, the court had a problem figuring out which sheep Thomas favored — sheep looking pretty much alike — but Thomas helpfully pointed out his sex partners. After being killed, they were buried in a pit, and then Thomas himself was hanged. If you wonder what the animals did to deserve it, Leviticus was cited by the court: “If a man lie with a beast, he shall surely be put to death; and ye shall slay the beast.”

Though Thomas was the only person executed Hiya Pilgrim, new in town?for a sex crime, punishments were still brutal. Even for lesser crimes, like fornication, you could receive whippings, brandings, wearing a Hawthorne-esque scarlet letter, time in the stocks, fines and banishment. Yet if court records are any indication, there was no shortage of colonists willing to tempt fate. 

Read the rest here

holy sheet! panda poo papers path to prosperity

 My god, what is that woman doing to that panda?

Sometimes the headlines just write themselves, eh?

The CBC, your go-to source for all panda-plop monetization scheme updates, has reported that Thailand’s Chiang Mai zoo is selling sheets of beautiful, handmade keepsake paper composed primarily of panda poop. It’s in great demand as a gift item.

“Saw this and thought of you.” How sweet.

When keepers of the country’s panda couple – Chuang Chuang and Lin Hui – tired of disposing the 25 kilograms of feces daily produced by the duo, Prasertsak Buntragulpoontawee came up with the idea of turning it into notebooks, fans, bookmarks and key chains.Pandas just poop too damn much!

“At first the Chinese were very skeptical,” said the head of Chiang Mai Zoo‘s panda unit…But the multicoloured paper products have proven hot selling-items at the zoo, with the the equivalent of about C$9,350 earned to date helping balance the accounts of panda keeping…

Prasertsak said he was inspired by sa paper, or mulberry leaf paper, a traditional, local product which has proven a highly popular gift item in recent years.

“… in the zoo, when people see real pandas and then their product they’re excited and buy.”

I’ll bet. Does Chuck Berry know about this? How about Mark Oaten? I forsee a radical new idea in super-personalized autobiographies…

But has anyone thought of the most obvious application?

TP Panda!

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operation global media domination: sic transit gloria bloggy

TIAAh, how long ago it seems; geological ages ago, fast-vanishing in the rearview mirror of the hurtling cosmos. And yet it was only yesterday that I was the most popular blog of the half-million blogs on WordPress. Today I’m #52 #91. Sigh.

Sic transit gloria bloggy. At least I’m up to 65,000 59,000 on Technorati.

Keith Olbermann, you’ll always have a special place in my heart. A place closer, perhaps, to the part I use to play poker with than the part I use to store actual affection in, but that could all change over drinks sometime. Call me. Although this was far from your finest rant, it was worth a cool three thousand hits in 24 hours.

Salon, I’m going to have to start reading you more often. Link to me again and I may blogroll you; we can work something out. Have your pixels call my pixels. (If my guess is right they follwed me from a Gawker post about Salon’s disingenuous celebrity uterus coverage {gee, even Salon checks their trackbacks; even famous people like to hear what others are saying about them} and on which I blogwhorishly dropped a link to my own blog post about the infamous and unnameable Cthulhu ultrasound. Then they poked around until they discovered Keith. But this is just a theory, and we all know what the mainstream press thinks of Chtulhu-TomKat-BushBashing theories).

Mere moments ago I was linked to in DirtySpoke‘s review of Anal Amy. We shall see if this is better than Olbermann, hitwise. UPDATE: two hits. That would be a no, by a factor of 10 to the third power.

I’m going to let someone Catholic explain all this to Sister Mary Martha. Volunteers?

And in a special bonus section tonight, we’ll answer some questions that popped up via the Search Engine Referrals.

  • Yes, Vic’s diner at the corner of Main and Cordova is closed. No idea when/if it will reopen, but I already miss their sweet Filipino spagetti (sic). Starting December 1, drown your sorrows in Pat’s Pub, where they’ll be serving their own microbrew. Tonight is Redneck Wednesday, with country rock on the stereo and Bud and Jack Boilermakers for $3.75. Apparently the Pacific up by the porn theatre is going to be joining the ranks of microbrewers; hey kids, it’s not just for gourmets anymore!
  • Kimveer Gill is still dead. Time to deal with it; put the black candles and athame down and back away slowly.
  • Steve Irwin also dead. Film will not be shown at eleven, nor at any other time.
  • The Blackzilla video here is NOT the one you’re looking for, people.
  • Lucy Gao still worth a half-dozen hits a day. Someone needs to be looking at freshening their newsgathering methodology.
  • Beautiful Agony Free Samples Not Here!

And now we return you to your regularly scheduled Communal Anarchist, Cthulhoid, short attention span Canuckistani blog.

Jack the Ripper: the wanted poster

Have you seen this man?

Jack the Ripper, reconstituted

The Scotsman reports that police have reconstructed the face of that most infamous London serial killer. Unfortunately, they don’t report it in such a way as to explain on what basis they reconstructed it, so there is really no way of knowing how accurate this portrait is. “Profiling” is mentioned, but that, unfortunately, wouldn’t give you any more than the information he was a man in his thirties or forties, a loner, white, and probably a Vietnam vet with a fondness for Catcher in the Rye. Useful.

In any case, leather gays and Whitechapel whores are advised to stay indoors for the next few days, just in case.

moonbat conspiracist on Al Jazeera: The Nobel Prize Is Racist and Stems from the Protocols of the Elders of Zion

Paranoia will destroy yaIf Al Jazeera‘s going to be interviewing these cryptopaths on a regular basis, I may have to get cable; this interview (from Halloween, no less) is historic in its moonbatty loop-tasticy.

Following are excerpts from an interview with Samir ‘Ubeid, an Iraqi researcher living in Europe, which aired on Al-Jazeera TV on October 31, 2006:

Samir ‘Ubeid: I don’t call it the Nobel prize – I call it the “Hubal” [idol] prize.

Interviewer: Hubal?

Samir ‘Ubeid: Yes, because it often encourages heresy. It encourages attacks against the heritage, and encourages those who scorn their people and their culture…

Interviewer: In other words, if you are a traitor to your country, you deserve this prize.

Samir ‘Ubeid: If you are a traitor to your country, and a heretic, who curses his Prophet, you deserve a Nobel Prize…

Mother Teresa was brought, along with a group of people like her…

Interviewer: Some say the prize was awarded to her for her missionary activity in Africa, India, and so on…

Samir ‘Ubeid: Let’s assume she was righteous, according to the logic of the media, which is now controlled by the Jews and Hollywood. When they awarded the prize to Teresa, they were trying to award an “artificial hymen” or “artificial honor” to this prize. My colleague said that there is democracy. What democracy is there, if out of 1.5 billion Chinese, only two or three were awarded the Nobel? If you examine the Russian scientists and writers, who shook the world with their literature and their knowledge… What about Sakharov, what about Tolstoy? In addition…

Interviewer: But Sakharov was awarded the Nobel prize.

Samir ‘Ubeid: I meant Chekhov. Chekhov! Chekhov!

Yep, some days, thinks the interviewer, it really is worth digging them out of the caves for an interview. Can’t you just picture him patiently steepling his fingers and straightening his notes as he tries hard not to burst into derisive laughter?

“For this,” he thinks, “I went to Oxford.”

Bart's not taking any chances