The Case of the Red-Headed League

There's a lotta things about me
you don't know anything about, Dottie.
Things you wouldn't understand.
Things you couldn't understand.
Things you shouldn't understand.
--Pee-Wee's Big Adventure (1985)
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you don't know anything about, Dottie.
Things you wouldn't understand.
Things you couldn't understand.
Things you shouldn't understand.
--Pee-Wee's Big Adventure (1985)
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Officials say that they have photos of Jared L. Loughner posing with a Glock semiautomatic pistol while wearing a red G-string (New Insights into Jared Loughner).
"In some of the photos Mr. Loughner is holding the gun near his crotch, and in others, presumably taken in a mirror, he is holding the gun next to his buttocks, investigators said. It was not clear when the photos were taken."
As if the clarinet playing were not convincing enough of Mr. Loughner's rightness, we now have the Col. Russel Williams indictment, i.e., the panty fetish. The kink suggests he was indubitably messed up, the confusion of where to place the gun, an indicator of his confused sexuality -- a double damnation.
Can a person with such a gun-and-panty fetish be expected to be a good citizen, in the South 48?
Labels: gun fetish, panty fetish








