The Feet Of A Ballerina
Peter Stumpp who confessed to being a werewolf, having sex with a succubus, eating fetus’ ripped from their mother’s belly’s, and making a pact with the Devil. He killed 18 people and was executed
In 1589, Stumpp had one of the most lurid and famous werewolf trials in history. After being stretched on the rack, he confessed to having practiced black magic since he was twelve years old. He claimed that the Devil had given him a magical belt, which enabled him to metamorphose into “the likeness of a greedy, devouring wolf, strong and mighty, with eyes great and large, which in the night sparkled like fire, a mouth great and wide, with most sharp and cruel teeth, a huge body, and mighty paws.” Removing his belt, he said, made him transform back to his human form.
For twenty-five years, Stumpp had allegedly been an “insatiable bloodsucker” who gorged on the flesh of goats, lambs, and sheep, as well as men, women, and children. Being threatened with torture he confessed to killing and eating fourteen children, two pregnant women, and their fetuses. One of the fourteen children was his own son, whose brain he was reported to have devoured.
Not only was Stumpp accused of being a serial murderer and cannibal, but also of having an incestuous relationship with his daughter, who was sentenced to die with him, and he coupled with a distant relative, which was also considered to be incestuous according to the law. In addition to this he confessed to having had intercourse with a succubus sent to him by the Devil.
His execution is one of the most brutal on record: He was put to the wheel, where flesh was torn from his body, in ten places, with red-hot pincers, followed by his arms and legs. Then his limbs were broken with the blunt side of an axehead to prevent him from returning from the grave, before he was beheaded and burned on a pyre. His daughter and mistress had already been strangled and were burned along with Stumpp’s body. As a warning against similar behavior, local authorities erected a pole with the torture wheel and the figure of a wolf on it, and at the very top they placed Peter Stumpp’s severed head.
Thelonius Monk, 1959
Members of the Harlem Hellfighters in 1919
The “Harlem Hellfighters” were the first African American regiment in WWI who were assigned to the French forces. None were captured, never lost a trench, or a foot of ground to the enemy. They returned to the U.S. as one of the most successful regiments of World War I
Exit Door disguised as bookcase in Alzheimers Ward
William Utermohlen’s self portraits throughout the progression of his Alzheimers
A Japanese soldier in WWII, Hiroo Onoda, held out for 29 years, and refused to quit fighting until he was convinced the war was over… in 1974 (article)
On December 26th, 1944, Onoda was sent to Lubang Island in the Philippines. His orders from his commanding officers, Major Yoshimi Taniguchi, were simple:
You are absolutely forbidden to die by your own hand. It may take three years, it may take five, but whatever happens, we’ll come back for you. Until then, so long as you have one soldier, you are to continue to lead him. You may have to live on coconuts. If that’s the case, live on coconuts! Under no circumstances are you [to] give up your life voluntarily.
Onoda first saw a leaflet that claimed the war was over in October 1945. When another cell had killed a cow, they found a leaflet left behind by the islanders which read: “The war ended on August 15. Come down from the mountains!”2 But as they sat in the jungle, the leaflet just didn’t seem to make sense, for another cell had just been fired upon a few days ago. If the war were over, why would they still be under attack? No, they decided, the leaflet must be a clever ruse by the Allied propagandists.
Again, the outside world tried to contact the survivors living on the island by dropping leaflets out of a Boeing B-17 near the end of 1945. Printed on these leaflets was the surrender order from General Yamashita of the Fourteenth Area Army.
Having already hidden on the island for a year and with the only proof of the end of the war being this leaflet, Onoda and the others scrutinized every letter and every word on this piece of paper. One sentence in particular seemed suspicious, it said that those who surrendered would receive “hygienic succor” and be “hauled” to Japan. Again, they believed this must be an Allied hoax.
Leaflet after leaflet was dropped. Newspapers were left. Photographs and letters from relatives were dropped. Friends and relatives spoke out over loudspeakers. There was always something suspicious, so they never believed that the war had really ended.
Is there any truth to the claim that ‘Women are paid 30% less than men"?
For those international readers who will read this and then Google the rate of income inequality in the United States, know that the article you’ll find tattooed all over the search results (somewhere around 70% of a male’s earnings – 30% less than men who do the same job) is highly flawed. There is a wage gap in the United States that’s worth fighting to fix (I’ll offer suggestions later), but it’s significantly less than 30% – somewhere around 7%, on average.
The massively-spread study went viral a few years ago because of how shocking the results were. People condensed their complicated findings into a tweet-length summary and concluded that women and men in the United States get paid around 30% different rates for equal work. This has since been cited on posters, protest shirts, billboards, advertisements and everything else lately because the current US President doesn’t have a good track record with women (which is a valid observation but not the point of this post). This improper summary has led to the urban legend that women are grossly underpaid for work in the US compared to male counterparts.
The study effectively added up the annual wage of every man in every job with every level of experience in the United States and divided it by the number of male workers to come up with an annual wage for the average American male. That average American male is faceless, nameless, ageless and simultaneously skilled & unskilled. He has a doctorate but he also dropped out of high school. He’s healthy and strong but also paralyzed in a wheelchair. He comes from a wealthy family but also had poor parents.
Then they did the same thing for women.
How old were you when you realized you were different?
I kind of started to realize in high school, and that was during the early 90’s. I wound up seeing a Hustler or Swank or something and was horrified at the difference between me and guys in there. I started noticing bulges on guys at school and I had none.
Were your parents supportive?
I’ve never talked about it with my parents but they really botches the whole sex thing and had me convinced that if I even kissed a girl I would go to jail for rape.
Have you ever considered visiting a doctor? Do you know if there are any medical options for you?
There unfortunately are no realistically viable medical options for me
What causes a micropenis–is it genetic?
I guess. I wound up seeing my dad once (shudder) when I was in high school and he looked normal so maybe I got the bad genes from my mom’s side.
I read somewhere that micro penis can be fixed slightly with an operation. Is this true?
The operation involves snipping the tendon at the base of the penis. This lets it extend about another inch, but you also loose some of the ability for it to stick out perpendicular to your body. It is generally considered not worth doing.
Silicone injections look like a horror show and that just does width. I have had to accept I just have to use what I have.
Hunter S. Thompson once said:
I hate to advocate drugs, alcohol, violence, or insanity to anyone, but they’ve always worked for me.
If E. Jean Carroll’s biography Hunter: The Strange and Savage Life of Hunter S. Thompson is to be believed, then drink and drugs certainly did work for HST. Carroll begins her memoir with a list of Hunter’s daily intake of drink and drugs:
I have heard the biographers of Harry S. Truman, Catherine the Great, etc., etc., say they would give anything if their subjects were alive so they could ask them some questions. I, on the other hand, would give anything if my subject were dead.
He should be. Oh, yes. Look at his daily routine:
3:00 p.m. rise
3:05 Chivas Regal with the morning papers, Dunhills
3:50 another glass of Chivas, Dunhill
4:05 first cup of coffee, Dunhill
4:16 orange juice, Dunhill
5:11 coffee, Dunhills
5:30 more ice in the Chivas
5:45 cocaine, etc., etc.
6:00 grass to take the edge off the day
7:05 Woody Creek Tavern for lunch-Heineken, two margaritas, coleslaw, a taco salad, a double order of fried onion rings, carrot cake, ice cream, a bean fritter, Dunhills, another Heineken, cocaine, and for the ride home, a snow cone (a glass of shredded ice over which is poured three or four jiggers of Chivas.)
9:00 starts snorting cocaine seriously
10:00 drops acid
11:00 Chartreuse, cocaine, grass
11:30 cocaine, etc, etc.
12:00 midnight, Hunter S. Thompson is ready to write
12:05-6:00 a.m. Chartreuse, cocaine, grass, Chivas, coffee, Heineken, clove cigarettes, grapefruit, Dunhills, orange juice, gin, continuous pornographic movies.
6:00 the hot tub-champagne, Dove Bars, fettuccine Alfredo