Sunday, February 08, 2009


My second offense. I didnt nothing unusual. Posted one Mumia Abu-Jamal Live from Death Row Utube video.

this linksFree Mumia

That was it. Poof. Gone. The first time I cast a stone at Martin Bashir, and shady journalists who "lynch" via the media. Poof. Gone. Three dayz. This time I saved contact information. But George Orwell Look out. Its wild. Censorship on Facebook, against Obama and Vadergrrrl

Illuminati and Free Masons
My blood goes back to the Mayflower, my grandmother a proud member of DAR. Money and power on both sides. Dont ask where the dark gene came from with me. I mean its there, with my dad and my Nana. But Im the only sib with all the dark traits. The Niggah child. Anywayz, my point is I have Free Mason's and Illuminati in my blood line. My Nana's family owned a butcher shop in Stockholm for years. Like in Gangz of New York, only Stockholm.
I feel their Super-Powers.... So I dont think they are censoring me. But, Im definitely being censored. BASTARDS. ORWELLIAN PIGS!!!!!

Myspace v. Facebook

I have myspace under Vadergrrrl and miriam. Tom, the creater and geius behind Myspace is a Berkeley Alum. Gotta love my Peeps. Watch this Utube Battlestar Mario Tribute Tyrol and Mario speech So I know there is no Orwellian's running thangs on Myspace. No Berkeley alum would alow that!!! I dont know who is doing the censorship on Facebook. But its creepy.

Activism and the Revolution

"I see protest as a genuine means of encouraging someone to feel the inconsistencies, the horror of the lives we are living. Social protest is saying that we do not have to live this way. If we feel deeply, and we encourage ourselves and others to feel deeply, we will find the germ of our answers to bring about change. Because once we recognize what it is we are feeling, once we recognize we can feel deeply, love deeply, can feel joy, then we will demand that all parts of our lives produce that kind of joy. And when they do not, we will ask, "Why don't they?" And it is the asking that will lead us inevitably toward change.

So the question of social protest and art is inseparable for me. I can't say it is an either-or proposition. Art for art's sake doesn't really exist for me. What I saw was wrong, and I had to speak up. I loved poetry, and I loved words. But what was beautiful had to serve the purpose of changing my life, or I would have died. If I cannot air this pain and alter it, I will surely die of it. That's the beginning of social protest."-Quotes from Audre Lorde. Black Women Writers at Work. Ed. Claudia Tate. NY: Continuum, 1983. 100-16. From This Audre Lorde site

"liberation is not the private province of any one particular group"

"When I dare to be powerful -- to use my strength in the service of my vision, then it becomes less and less important whether I am afraid."
—Audre Lorde


May the Force Be With You ALways.

Sunday, April 24, 2005

Is this you?

Please print out, circle one of the following, and place in rear window.

I am driving 5 miles under the speed limit in the left passing lane because:

A. I'm going to make a left hand turn but I'm not sure where the street I need is.

B. I need to make a left turn in 5 miles and changing lanes frightens me.

C. I'm a dumbass. Please tailgate me until I put down the cell phone and start paying attention.

Beatdown with the front bumper of my Ford Escort ZX2!!!!

Tuesday, March 08, 2005

Snow? More snow, part TWO

Not enough that we're getting snow, but it started off as hail today. Blecch.

Stupid groundhog's shadow.

Saturday, March 05, 2005

The Jackasses Next Door

Blasting really bad club-thumping music. First at 8 this morning, and now at 11:15 pm. I know, it's Saturday night. But I'm sick and need to get some sleep so I can work all day tomorrow. Beatdown with that Wayans Brother who hasn't done anything since being the DJ on "In Living Color."

Friday, February 25, 2005

I can't talk right's "dancing queen"!!!!

Why is it that I can go almost all day in the lab and not have one conversation that lasts more than a minute, but as soon as I have my headphones on, EVERYBODY WANTS TO TALK TO ME???

Fuckers. Beatdown with my pink mini ipod.

Thursday, February 10, 2005

Snow? More snow?

Beatdown on the New England weather for giving us glimpses of Spring then threatening us with a foot of snow.

THEN, turning it into freezing rain which melts the snow -- making glassy iced walkways that I will fall on.

Friday, January 28, 2005

Bathroom beatdown

When the Force required to turn the toilet paper roll in the ladies restroom is greater than the Force required to tear off squares of cheap-ass toilet paper, so that you pull, tear, pull, tear, pull, tear, in an endless futile cycle of toilet paper shreds.

Beatdown with the broken soap dispenser.

Wednesday, January 19, 2005

Beatdown for All of Us

WTF, peeps? I know that we have plenty to beatdown about. Hell, I could run this site myself, but that's just not much fun.

So, we all get beatdowns for not beating anything down until the 19th of the New Year.

I'm willing to forgive you in light of the holidays - I mean, even I'm not that mufh of a grinch, but c'me on, folks.

Let 'em rip!

Monday, December 27, 2004

Got Spirit?

I'm not gonna dog anyone for having Christmas spirit, no. By all means, enjoy the season and let it make you as merry as you can be!

But the seasonal wreath, attached to the grill of your vehicle? 'Nuff said.

Beatdown, issued by a large group of red and green-clad elves. With boughs of holly.

Wednesday, December 15, 2004

CubeLand Etiquette

I'm sorry, but when you clip your fingernails at your desk, I find that DISGUSTING. I can hear the clip, clip of your nail clipper. It grosses me out. That's disgusting. Why not just take your socks and shoes off and give your toenails a trim?

Ew, ew, ew. And to the coworker who carries a nail clipper on her keychain? May all your nails be ingrown.

Beatdown with a jar of nail fungus.

Thursday, December 09, 2004

Beatdown in the 3rd Degree

Beatdown on Inanna's vase. It's fucking up her whole plan! Everything she's tried to do about the damn bud vase hasn't worked!

So fill that fucker full with dirty kitty litter and show that bitch who's boss!

Beatdown with a handful of dirt!

Friday, December 03, 2004

Rated PG - Parental Guidance Recommended

For parents who let their child(ren) indulge in social deviances including - but not limited to - picking their nose, throwing tantrums, having no manners: beatdown of major proportions.

I am required to have a license to hunt, fish, shoot a gun, and drive a car. But anyone can procreate freely. Can we at least require a signed agreement to deliver a productive member of society?

Wednesday, December 01, 2004

Bumper Cars

You guys noticing a theme here? Here's my beatdown for today.

Two turning lanes: one left turning lane, one right turning lane.

For the guy who sat in the right turning lane waiting for a break in traffic so he could turn left: beatdown.

Monday, November 29, 2004

Bah Humbug!

In the words of Scrooge

“If I could work my will, every idiot who goes about with ‘Merry Christmas’ on his lips should be boiled with his own pudding, and buried with a stake of holly through his heart."

Or at least every store manager who has been inundating me with Christmas displays since the day after Halloween!

I love the holidays, but get your fucking hand out of my wallet already!

I am not buying your shit after just spending a small fortune feeding my family the Thanksgiving meal that 'they' said we needed to show our appreciation for all the fortunate things in our lives.

To anybody trying to sell me Christmas crap before my Thanksgiving dinner has digested... beatdown with a 100 pound candy cane.

Oh yeah... and to my local pet store who has taken to putting adorable little puppies and kitties in their window (wearing obnoxiously cute winter sweaters no less!)to make kids beg Santa for an $800 dollar mutt.
Beatdown with a squeaky Christmas chew toy!

Citizen's Arrest

Hi everyone! First day posting here at the Beatdown site. I will do my best to uphold the tradition of well-deserved beatdowns.

This one's for the pompous jackass who feels the need to designate himself the speed limit quality control vehicle. Don't travel in the fast lane at 54 miles an hour, when we all know that's the lane used to speed. Beatdown of the felony endangerment type.

Tuesday, November 23, 2004


Yeah, you. You know who you are. Am I the only one who stays in at night and watches TV and looks for porn and blogs and looks for more porn and smokes?

This beatdown is for all a'ya'lls with more of a life than me.

The American Media

Honestly, who gives a shit about Martha Stewart? Who cares what she's doing in prison, what she thinks of it, what she's thankful for this Thanksgiving. WHO FUCKING CARES? Why, oh why does the media focus so much attention on this woman when there are so many more important things going on?

My apologies to any Martha fans, but is she really headline material while she's in prison?

Monday, November 15, 2004

People who say "mother"

Without saying "my" first. As in "I'm going to tell Mother you said that." or "Mother would just love that porcellain kitty!"

Beatdown with a tea cozy!

Thursday, November 11, 2004


I hate cleaning. Beatdown with a mop, and the broom I ride on!

Are you happy LiAps?


All of us deserve a beatdown for not having beaten down anybody or anything in like 3 weeks.

Thursday, October 21, 2004

Pen 'n' Paper

People who forget to use these materials to write down their girlfriend's birthday and slobber all over themselves with pitiful shame...

Beatdown. :)

Wednesday, October 20, 2004


People who can't make their point in 25 words or less.


Tuesday, October 19, 2004

Haloscan Degredation

When creating a database, one normalizes the tables for efficiency and to create relationships so that references are concrete and not too error prone.

So why is it that Haloscan's comment count degrades and eventually disappears after a few posts? HOW does that even happen? I mean, I can't complain too much about a free service, but I can't understand WHY that happens. Say you have a table that tallies the number of comments as well as the text, and that's how it's retrieved from the DB. Why would the number go away, but the posts stay the same? It just doesn't make any sense.

An atomic elbow from the top rope with a database 101 book attached to the arm on Haloscan's mysterious methodology.

Monday, October 18, 2004

What makes people think I wanna see their trash on my walk! Litterbugs.

Tuesday, October 12, 2004

Respond to All

When you get an obviously mass email at work, addressed to 'All Employees,' that asks you to respond to the email address from whence the email came...what makes you think that you should respond to ALL FUCKING EMPLOYEES?????

And when asshats do respond to ALL FUCKING EMPLOYEES, and you get pissed about it, why would you respond to ALL FUCKING EMPLOYEES, asking them to not respond to ALL FUCKING EMPLOYEES? And why would you then respond to the response, letting ALL FUCKING EMPLOYEES know not to do just that?

Fucking asshats.

Common Courtesy

For all of those that make plans and never make the phone call to break them, leaving me with missed opportunities and increasing blood flow to my clenched upper torso:

You should be picked up, defenestrated, struck by lightening as gravity draws you to the earth, knee dropped, run head first into a pay phone, and lambasted with a sock full of quarters.

Rinse. Repeat.

Monday, October 11, 2004

Shirtless wanker

You damn nasty jackass who feels the urge to take off your shirt while dancing in a club and exposing your hairy nasty self to everyone around. All the while bumping into me with your overactive sweat gland covered back. NO one wants to see your shirtless ass monkey dancing self. I will strangle you with your own shirt next time. Beatdown.

Sunday, October 10, 2004

Pop Ups Meet Avast!

Oh yeah, you insidious little pop up adds. Every 30 seconds I have to click on what I am typing because you take over! Thinking you can just come into my life, and I will just pay money for WHATEVER your selling? Oh no. I am going to start a list of companies I will not shop with, and they are ALL coming from your pop up adds! Damn YOU!!!

Saturday, October 02, 2004


The jackass commentators on today's Syracuse/Rutgers game, who kept referring to how many "Times Out" the teams had remaining. I've been watching football and basketball my whole life, and it's ALWAYS been "Timeouts," not "Times Out." Take your grammatically corect selves and start working the spelling bees or something. Beatdown with Strunk. And then, when you finally struggle back to your feet, beatdown with White.

Monday, September 27, 2004


Brand extensions are nothing new... some of them even make sense, like Polo Sheets, or Jim Beam BBQ sauce, and Skippy Peanut Butter bars. However, orange juice is orange why on earth would Tropicana start making apple juice? I'll tell you why, because they suck, and it has 50% less sugar, which equates to 50% less taste. Grove style beatdown with a sunshine state sunkist orange.

Saturday, September 25, 2004


I enjoy Yoplait yogurt. It is nice and smooth and has an even ditribution of fruit throughout - none of that fruit on the bottom crap. who has the time to mix their yogurt every day? and even when you do mix it, the yougurt is lumpy. bleah. but that is not my beatdown.

At least once a year, Yoplait puts pink lids on its yogurt and tells its customers that if we keep the pink yogurt caps and then mail them in, Yoplait will contribute X amount of money to breast cancer research.

What kind of crap is that???? Who is going to save old yogurt lids? Well, I know people that do, but...what a bunch of crap! You mean that i have to save old, rancid yogurt lids, and then put them in an envelope, pay shipping, and mail them back to Yoplait? A very successful company that most certainly has more money than I do?

Why don't they just say that for every yogurt cup bought they'll donate? Because they are cheap bastards who are counting on the general public to not send in the caps. Then they can look like heros (hey! we donate to breast cancer research! we're the yogurt that cares about your breasts! and we don't ask you to hand mix your yogurt!) with a minimal amount of financial imput. Again, what a load of crap.

Beatdown with 25% of my recommended calcium intake.

Friday, September 24, 2004

That Girl

Atomic elbow to that female friend at the bar yesterday who said:

"Look at you, you're so well groomed, your sideburns are even, you always smell good, and you're hot. How the hell are you single?"

Gee, maybe it's because you haven't done jack shit to help me out. Don't complain to ME about ME being single, you're stealing my job. Besides, with you and all of your gold digging crowd, I just don't have the taste for that kind of cheap meat.

Beatdown with your loose... I won't go there.

Wednesday, September 22, 2004

Beatdown to HBO!

Beatdown to HBO for getting me totally addicted to your programming, and then making me suffer and wait OVER A YEAR for a new season to begin. Grrrrr!

Another Beatdown for ending great shows like OZ and Sex in the City.

Sunday, September 12, 2004


Why don't they package bacon in resealable bags? I've never cooked a whole package at once - and I have to waste a ziplock bag to put the rest in!

Beatdown with my iron skillet!

Why am I cooking bacon when I'm supposed to be watching my cholesterol?

Beatdown with an apple and a bag of pinto beans!