IIRC, in some battle or another, some farily prominent Highlander once won international renown by killing seventeen Englishmen, one by biting his throat out. They didn't have plastic bags back then, but I'm sure that they would have seen asphyxiating Englishmen with plastic bags as an amusing although impractical and not terrifically studly pastime...
Isn't 24 that proto-fascist TV show about the War on Terror that right-wing loons like to cite as proof that torture works?
However... that's exactly what I was going to do to this guy back in 1976. I was sixteen, cute as could be, wearing a pastel plaid sleeveless shirt and a summery white skirt (down just past my knees) and walking through a dead-empty train station lobby at one minute to rush hour. The outfit was completed with a pair of pale denim wedgies with light rubber soles. Remember that.
An enormous man about ten years my senior came up from the train tunnel, grabbed me, and tried to tear one of my breasts off (well, that's how it felt; probably not his actual intention).
To his horror, I turned on him and chased the sumbitch for over two blocks underground, murder in my heart (and no help from the plenitude of spectators, damn their eyes).
The cops later asked, "What would you have done if you caught him?"
And I said, "Tear his throat out with my teeth," and I meant it. That was the plan. I believe I would have succeeded if only he had stumbled...
*sigh* I had a big ol' knife in my purse but it didn't even cross my mind. I was going to do things the old-fashioned way.
Still wish I'd caught him, but I bet I made him rethink what might happen the next time he considered molesting a skinny little blonde all alone in pastels.
I bet he at least checked to see if she had rubber-soled shoes.
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Date: 2009-02-24 03:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-24 03:54 pm (UTC)Blick.
Now he's attempting to suffocate his brother with a plastic bag.
*shakes head*
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Date: 2009-02-24 03:59 pm (UTC)Isn't 24 that proto-fascist TV show about the War on Terror that right-wing loons like to cite as proof that torture works?
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Date: 2009-02-24 04:05 pm (UTC)It started out being pretty good, and so now I'm conducting a social experiment with Season 6 to see if it got better.
Sadly, it appears to have devolved into a torture fest.
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Date: 2009-02-25 09:10 pm (UTC)And I say this and I say that.
Grrrr.
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Date: 2009-07-01 06:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-24 04:47 pm (UTC)I think I'm only on Season 4 on DVD. But, uh ... I'll look forward to that episode :-O
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Date: 2009-02-24 04:49 pm (UTC)I hated Season 5, so I'm trying to see if 6 is any better. So far... well, it's a whole lot more violent.
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Date: 2009-02-24 05:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-24 05:21 pm (UTC)Jean Smart was the best part of Season Five, if you ask me. Her and Glenn Morshower, whom I love with much love. :)
24 - At Last, I Defend Them
Date: 2009-02-25 09:06 pm (UTC)Huh. Well, no doubt it was thoroughly gratuitous.
However... that's exactly what I was going to do to this guy back in 1976. I was sixteen, cute as could be, wearing a pastel plaid sleeveless shirt and a summery white skirt (down just past my knees) and walking through a dead-empty train station lobby at one minute to rush hour. The outfit was completed with a pair of pale denim wedgies with light rubber soles. Remember that.
An enormous man about ten years my senior came up from the train tunnel, grabbed me, and tried to tear one of my breasts off (well, that's how it felt; probably not his actual intention).
To his horror, I turned on him and chased the sumbitch for over two blocks underground, murder in my heart (and no help from the plenitude of spectators, damn their eyes).
The cops later asked, "What would you have done if you caught him?"
And I said, "Tear his throat out with my teeth," and I meant it. That was the plan. I believe I would have succeeded if only he had stumbled...
*sigh* I had a big ol' knife in my purse but it didn't even cross my mind. I was going to do things the old-fashioned way.
Still wish I'd caught him, but I bet I made him rethink what might happen the next time he considered molesting a skinny little blonde all alone in pastels.
I bet he at least checked to see if she had rubber-soled shoes.