Mark Chapman Denied Parole Again.

Mark Chapman, the man who killed John Lennon, has been denied bail for the sixth time, nearly 30 years after shooting the former Beatle outside his New York home.

From The Telegraph:

A parole board decided not to release Chapman after interviewing him on Tuesday by teleconference at Attica Correctional Facility in upstate New York.

It was Chapman’s sixth appearance before the board since becoming eligible for parole in 2000. He will be eligible again in 2012.

Chapman, 55, had been scheduled to appear last month, but the hearing was postponed by parole officials, who said at the time they were awaiting additional information.

After Tuesday’s decision, the board wrote to Chapman that it remains concerned about “the disregard you displayed for the norms of our society and the sanctity of human life when, after careful planning, you traveled to New York for the sole purpose of killing John Lennon.”

The panel said “release remains inappropriate at this time and incompatible with the welfare of the community.”

Among those who have opposed his release is Lennon’s now 77-year-old widow, Yoko Ono, who said last month that she believed Chapman is a potential threat to her family and perhaps himself.

The former maintenance man from Hawaii was sentenced to 20 years to life in prison after firing five shots outside Lennon’s Manhattan building on Dec. 8, 1980, hitting Lennon four times in front of his wife and others. He pleaded guilty to second-degree murder.

At his last parole hearing, in 2008, Chapman told the panel he was ashamed and sorry for what he had done and had since developed a deeper understanding of the value of a human life.

He said he had been seeking notoriety and fame to counter feelings of failure.

After that interview, parole officials noted that Chapman had not been disciplined in prison since 1994 and said he had adjusted to his incarceration. But they denied release “due to concern for the public safety and welfare,” according to the written decision.

Chapman was informed of the panel’s most recent finding a few hours after the hearing. The state Division of Parole is expected to release a transcript of the interview within the next several days.

Lennon would have turned 70 this October.

Bye Bye Bebo.

That’s me cancelled my bebo account.

It’s been fun but…actually,
It’s not been fun.
It’s been a waste of time 🙂

Bebo’s been totally useless to me pretty much since the day I joined it.

Hard as fuck to narrow searches,
Terrible photo uploader,
Crap media players,
Lots & lots of illiterates on it and when it comes down to it,
It’s basically an anti-social network that’s past it.

I’ve ‘met’ a handful of cool people on there but I’m still leaving it.

See you on my Facebook & Twitter pages until I get bored of them too.

The Polishing & Scrubbing Of Robocop.

I watched “Robocop” last night.

This film came out in 1987 and that year seems like yesterday to me but watching it again proves that 1987 was in fact, a very long time ago.

I loved this film then and I love it now.
I was all ready to write about the dead on social commentary it provided of the times.
I was ready to talk about the wit of the film.
I wanted to talk about the completely over the top excessive, cartoon violence of the film.
In short,
I just wanted to explain why this film is a big shiny metal classic to me.

But no.
I’ve decided to tell you about something else instead.

A sign of the sad and depressing, joyless, politically correct world we now walk around in.

I hate censorship.
If you read this blog, you’ve probably noticed.

I’m very against censorship and “Robocop” has been heavily censored over the years.
Try to catch it on the T.V. sometime, the results are hilarious!

FUCK ME!” becomes “WHY ME!“,

But anyways,
I was digging around the internet and found a “Scrubbed” version of “Robocop”.
Know what “Scrubbed” means?

Do you see my problem here?

I mean,
“Robocop” is pretty much all violence and profanity.
The violence is central to the plot and yet here’s some guy offering to “Scrub” this film of all those bad sweary words and remove all of those big bad guns for you.

And the funniest thing is,
It’s not even a joke!
This guy is serious about this scrubbing buisness and he puts the results up online.

My first thought was:
“HAHA! ‘Robocop’ with no violence!? That’ll be about 3 minutes long”.

And folks,
It pretty much is.

This guy even lists his scrubbed version as the Director’s Cut.
That’s just cheeky 🙂

Here’s a screen shot of what this “Scrubber” guy does to films:

Before you say “AL! That’s Fucking Ridiculous!”,
This guy has also “Scrubbed” many more films.

Here’s a list of some of the other films he has “edited to remove profanity, nudity and excessive violence“:

The Terminator“.
Back To The Future“.
Jurassic Park“.
Total Recall“.
Shaun Of The Dead“.

The list goes on but I can’t because it’s too ridiculous. 🙂

Famous Last Words (Before Execution).

Carrying on from the previous post

“You sons of bitches. Give my love to Mother”.
Executed by electric chair.
Francis “Two Gun” Crowley (Died: 1931).


“I love you”.
Spoken to his executioner.
Executed by lethal injection.
– Sean Flannagan (Died: June 23rd, 1989).


“How about this for a headline for tomorrow’s paper? ‘French Fries!'”
Executed by electric chair in Oklahoma, USA.
– James French (Died: 1966).


“Hurry it up you Hoosier bastard! I could hang a dozen men while you’re screwing around”.
Executed by hanging in Leavenworth, Kansas, USA.
– Carl Panzram (Died: September 5th, 1930).


“Well, the Lord is going to get another one”.
Executed by electric chair in Georgia, USA.
– John Eldon Smith (Died: December 15th, 1983).


“Today is a good day to die. I forgive all of you. I hope God does too”.
Executed by lethal injection in Virginia, USA.
– Mario Benjamin Murphy (Died: September 17th, 1997).


“Shoot me in the chest!”
Said to his executioners.
Benito Mussolini (Italian Dictator. Died: 1945).


“Take a step closer lads. It will be easier that way”.
Executed by firing squad.
Erskine Childers (Irish patriot. Died: November 24th, 1922).


“Shoot straight you bastards and don’t make a mess of it!”
Executed by firing squad.
Harold Harbord “Breaker” Morant (Australian Poet. Died: 1902).


“Farewell my children forever. I go to your Father. Monsieur, I beg your pardon”.
Spoken to the executioner after she stepped on his foot.
Mary Antoinette (Queen of France. Died: October 16th, 1793).


Executed by lethal injection in Maryland, USA.
John Thanos (Died: May 16th, 1994).


“Well, gentlemen, you are about to see a baked Appel”.
Executed by electric chair in New York City, USA.
– George Appel (Died: 1928).


“Remember, the death penalty is murder”.
Executed by lethal injection in Texas, USA.
– Robert Drew (Died: August 2nd, 1994).


“You are going to hurt me, please don’t hurt me, just one moment, I beg you!”
Madame du Barry (Mistress of Louis XV. Died: 1793).


“I am innocent, innocent, innocent.
Make no mistake about this.
I owe society nothing.
I am an innocent man and something very wrong is taking place here tonight”.
Executed by lethal injection in Texas, USA.
Lionel Herrera (Died: May 12th, 1993).


“You can be a king or a street sweeper, but everyone dances with the grim reaper”.
Executed by gas chamber in California, USA.
Robert Alton Harris (Died: April 21st, 1992).


“I’d like to thank my family for loving me and taking care of me. And the rest of the world can kiss my ass”.
Executed by lethal injection in Texas, USA.
Johnny Frank Garrett Sr. (Died: February 11th, 1992).


“I don’t hold any grudges.
This is my doing.
Sorry it happened”.
Executed by electric chair.
Steven Judy (Died: March 9th, 1981).


“Let’s do it!”
Executed by firing squad in Utah, USA.
Gary Gilmore (Died: January 17th, 1977).


“I did not get my spaghetti-O’s. I got spaghetti! I want the press to know this!”
Executed by lethal injection in Oklahoma, USA.
Thomas J. Grasso (Died: March 20th, 1995).

‘Do You Two Know Each Other?’

I’ve worked some dead end jobs in my time.
We all have haven’t we?

Some of them were great.
Some of them made me want to stick an envelope opener into my ear.
Some of them were both.
I suppose all of them were experience.

I’m working long hours these days and it’s reminding me of when I was in my early 20’s.

At that time,
I was studying illustration during the day and working a go nowhere job at night in a 24 hour shop on Sauchiehall Street.

I ended up as a Supervisor because I was stupid enough to accept the job offer and the unsociable hours.

No one wanted this job.
What 20 Year old student wants to work night shifts in Glasgow on Thursdays,
Fridays, Saturdays & Sundays?

I did it for a long time.

This shop was smack bang in the centre of crazy street.
It was surrounded and infested by:
Clubs, Drugs, Hotels, Casinos, Beggars, Thieves, Junkies, Hookers,
Drunks and Batman.
(We’ll get to Batman later folks).

Heh heh…It made me understand Travis Bickle‘s murder spree.

This shop was supposed to be staffed by 8 people and a security guard.
‘Supposed to be’.

In reality,
There was Janette (66 Years old) & A young guy who sometimes showed up for work.
Then there was me in charge of the place.
There we all were.
On the night shift.

The fucking stress of that place.
It was never not full of crazies.
Not once.

I never served anyone in there who wasn’t drunk as fuck.
Not once.
The most genuinely okay people I knew back then were bouncers and hookers.
I still know and like some of them.

I remember one night in particular.

I’d just thrown some guy out for spitting in Janette’s face.
This guy was an evil crazy cuckoo bastard of a man.
Luckily for me he was off his face and trying to climb into his own mouth.
That made getting him out a wee bit easier.

He’s sitting on the street howling at the moon and I’m smoking,
I’m looking at him just incase he decides to go through with the stabbing he’s threatened me with.

Across the road I had my eye on 2 guys punching each other in the face.
‘C’mon Motherfucker!’
This was my night shift equivalent of a lunch break and I deserved some entertainment.
So I decided to watch.

These guys had just been thrown ‘1800’s Saloon style’ out from the Casino across the road.
They’re knocking lumps out of each other.
Neither one backs down.
They’re both Hulks.

The ‘360 Degree’ CCTV Camera mounted on the pole in the street actually turns away from them.
I watched it turn away in ‘Seen it all, bought the T-Shirt, Can’t be bothered, Put the kettle on’ style.

These guys are now at the stage where they have their shirts and belts off.
They’re smacking each other in the face with the buckles.
Macho shit.
I could hear the ‘Thwuck’ sound of ‘Metal buckle meets face’ all the way across the road.

It was hilarious to see.
It ended with 2 smashed faces,
Some whimpering,
Blood & bits of teeth on the pavement and a cold bed for both courtesy of Pitt Street Station.

That was the end of my entertainment I thought.

I went back into the shop and found the obvious:

Batman taking a piss on all of my morning Newspapers.

(In reality, Some student dressed up as Batman who thought he was being funny).
He didn’t even have the decency to be dressed as the cool Batman either.
This prick was in the Adam West gear.

To be fair,
Looking back now,
It’s funny.
But not then.
At the time…

I lost it.


First thing I did was lock the door.
I didn’t want this pointy eared emblem wearing son of a fuck going anywhere.

The police turned up and saw us inside.

I unlocked the front door and faced the fuzz.

‘Are you in charge here?’

Me: ‘I was…’

‘What’s all the shouting about?’

Me: ‘Look Officer. It’s 5 to 4 in the morning and as you can see,
Batman here has obviously confused himself with The Joker ‘cause he’s just pissed all over my fucking Newspapers!’

‘Okay, okay, we’ll take it from here’.

So the 5-0 escorts Batman outside.
I follow them out and then!
Who do I see taking a piss in the street?
Fucking Robin.

I swear on my life that the Police Officer (who had Batman cuffed) went up to Robin (Mid-Piss) and in all seriousness said:

‘Do you two know each other?’

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