Hypocrisy takes on various shapes and forms, I always thought...
But this the freaking cake - and the friggin' cherry on top of it!

Don Cherry (no pun intended above - at all) is threatened of being sued by three goons (the three stooges on ice?) for having inferred very clearly that they are being quite the hypocrites now in their harsh criticism of NHL goonery and assorted culture of violence that surrounds Canadian ice hockey and most specifically the National Hockey League.

But, guys - did you take too many shots to the head or what?
You made a living at it - you wouldn't have had any sort of career, short-term, middle-term, much less long-term, in the damnable NHL if you hadn't been thugs-on-skates - muggers who could lace them up - gorillas on ice!!!

Even the Magnificent Hypocrite, Mario Lemieux, did not threaten Don Cherry with any sort of "legal action" (to my knowledge) after being labeled as what he definitely is - for he speaks against violence in the league when his team harbors the most sickening, revolting, not to mention cowardly dirty player not only in ice rinks across the land today, but, I would say, all-time...! (Yes, all-time! Alex Burrows, Maxim Lapierre, Léo Labine, Ken Linseman, even Sean Avery and the Hanson Brothers - they were all choir angels compared to one creepy-faced, execrable Matt Cooke.)

And speaking of Cooke...



Now, about the hypocrisy call - former NHL tough guy Georges Laraque sided with Cherry on this. But most others will not. Heck, several other free thinkers out there will be diametrically opposed to this opinion - and attempt to ridicule it via the most ill-conceived comparisons anyone could ever think of... I have particularly in mind here a critic from some daily rag still (somehow) published on a daily basis (what a terrible waste of paper - but I digress) back in Montreal and that dared to voice his criticism of both Cherry and Laraque simply due to the fact that the latter is a local and a newly-recruited political figure back there, too. And so, Mr. ChoseBinne du Culbec chose to compare repentant tough guys from the NHL to reformed prostitutes speaking out against that terrible underground culture and business... I suppose that it means that NHL owners and coaches are pimps, by default, then? C'est des pimps de la violence alors...! Faut le faire, ChoseBinne, faut le faire...

Aside from these and other comparaisons boîteuses, nothing was made of the comment by Cherry in the backstage scene where hockey players trade elbows, walk on stilts, skates or on thin ice, where tough guys actually still live, thrive, threaten and carry on their dirty business on a routine course, very nearly... But, everywhere else, and among some of the former thugs (or pukes, as Cherry called them, too) resentment grew to fully-worded malcontent (quite an achievement for the goon, it must be underlined) and threats of legal recourses were indeed issued - perhaps not through normal channels, but somehow still issued, yes...

It is all about nothing at this point, alas, as Don Cherry, pressed by the CBC which cannot afford to lose a single dime on such a tight budget as they have, forced the tough old dog to deliver an apology the very next week on his very next segment of the ever-popular (even legendary by now) Coach's Corner; and here it is...

Though some critics received the apology as half-baked and devoid of sincerity, it was accepted by the trio of offended goons that were found in some dark corner of some dreary bar that Saturday night, each with a crocodile tear in their left eye, sipping and bawling silently as they hung on every word of Coach Cherry... It was good for, this time, they were not hung on every other word - nuance! Not that they got most of that, most of the time - but, once again, we are digressing and getting side-tracked here - so let's cut to the chase!

The three goons can have, indeed, wised up over the years - it is within the realm of the possible, true, absolutely true. They can have seen the error of their ways in inculcating a culture of rough playing and enforcer-on-every-team mentality for all of hockey. All three of them had a vital part to play in that - for they perpetuated this culture of violence and made it all the more "fashionable" to play the game that way. Generations of hockey players modeled themselves on these guys and others like them. How many more who never made it to the NHL modeled their style and toughness on them, as well? Is it not only due to the fact that several players, supposedly in the prime of their goonish careers (Boogard, Rypien - I forget a name here, I think...) suddenly keeled over dead, without apparent reason, that has these former goons speak out against the violence, now...? Otherwise, they might even try and sell their talents as tough guy coaches to all the prospective future goons of the league - goons of the future academy, yeah! Was it not, after all, their bread and butter, once upon a time?

Georges Laraque is a special case all unto his own - he knew his role and played that role, period. When no other NHL team expressed interest in his services, he simply moved on - unscathed, lucky him, but that was mainly due to the fact that he built his reputation early on, as "the undisputable heavyweight champion on ice" no less, and seldom had to fight anymore for the better part of his last two years in the NHL... For him to share Cherry's opinion is a given thing and a completely natural thing too. His critic from his own backyard, Mr. ChoseBinne there, simply had a bone of contention with Laraque due to the fact that Laraque's second (or third, or fourth) career these days is that of Male Deputy Leader -nothing less- of the Green Party of Canada - a political outfit that has about zero chance of scoring even two seats in the next elections. But if they succeed in making people realize the horrors of slaughterhouses and what it takes to get their ground beef and steaks into their plates, maybe it is worthwhile to have such a party - and such a position as "Male Deputy Leader" - but we are digressing once more.

Give me a former enforcer like Lyndon Byers - the erstwhile teammate of such luminaries as Ray Bourque and Cam Neely, whom he protected to the best of his ability pretty damn flawlessly until that fateful evening of May 1991 (or was it June - I forget the actual date of infamy and it is probably better that way) when Ulf Samuelsson got one in on an unsuspecting Cam "The Man" Neely... But let's not get into that (again) now!

Lyndon Byers is unapologetic about his days as an enforcer - he admits everything, pleads guilty as charged, and says it like it is: he did everything that was asked of him. He sees the problems and their awful results nowadays and goes something like this: until further changes and modifications that can only be brought in by the league itself, that is the way the game is to be played - CASE CLOSED. He will never go like those other guys and cry over past mistakes (of a lifetime? Come on! There is repeat offender and then there is lifetime habit: and there sure damn is a difference and a limit ot it!) and he will never recant what has gone on before and act all innocent about it...!

Whenever Byers faced off with one of those other goons/tools that were called out by Cherry, I always thought he was the better man, even when foolish sports commentators gave the edge to the other guys...

I was proven right - once again - but in a different arena for this type of modern-day gladiatorship.

As for Don "Grapes" Cherry - he takes a commanding 2-nothing lead over Team Hypocrisy; no matter what the critics and nay-sayers have to say about it...!

Good old Booker T used to say, in the late, lamented WCW, something like this: "DON'T HATE THE PLAYER - HATE THE GAME!"

Good old Jack uttered one of his most famous lines ever when he delivered this one: "YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE TRUTH!"

And The Good Lord Says... "Forgive them for they know not what they do."

Now, what prompts this disparate quoting mini-frenzy here, you ask?

The fact that vulgar, extremely narrow-minded, downright ignorant and crude infinitesimal intellects (that obviously take after their forebears) do not accept the simple truths that I present here.

These are, of course, truths that they know, in their heart of hearts, to be just that - for I, unlike their lineage and, most specifically, their ancestors, never lie!

But the truth is always so poorly received - when, in fact, they should be thanking me, they express disapproval, revolt, displeasure - sometimes quite vehemently, too!

And in experiencing this most recently, it was indeed a despicable sense of déjà-vu that came to the fore, as it is once again not the creep himself that shows up but rather his OFFSPRING - which is doubly sad to see for two reasons: one, the coward won't do it himself and two, the simple fact that that piece of scum actually has sired a lineage... ensuring, in fact, that its brand of scumminess will remain on the wretched Earth, all the more wretched for it... (While we're on the subject: why be so cowardly, guys? I am not hard to find! You want me to cause trouble first, so that you can have the ever-so-flawed law (unworthy of being called a "justice" system) on your side? Uh-huh - I deny you that right for you deserve no breaks at all - no more! You've had way too much luck in the past - luck that I or one of the other guys that you've alienated did not go medieval on your rear ends! I shall not give you the slightest opportunity - ever. But I welcome an exchange - always! Any time - and anywhere! Once again, I am not hard to find!)

It is all despicable déjà-vu all over again though, because, after experiencing this with (let's call her) K.A.P. and then almost the same crap with let's dub her KrisKris (!) - and going through another episode with (let's call her) Rhonda (!) - now, it is this lame Lana's turn. (No, she is nooooo Lana Turner! But I must ask the burning question, right here and right now - why in blue blazes is it always the damn daughters?!? Dim-witted daughters indeed that cannot accept the truth about their demented, dastardly, devilish sugar daddies! It is downright sickening - but let us not digress any more right now...)

Well, Lana - I will tell you what I told all the others before you: it is not my problem that you cannot handle the truth. It is, in fact, quite pathetic that you insist in denying the truth. The fact is - I know your father better than you know the creep yourself! I could direct you towards several dignitaries that know your father better than you know the damn creep! I could also point you towards other creeps who've collaborated with your scumbag creepo dad - but they'd just abuse you and make a ragdoll out of you.

You have no idea - but then, the dim and the dumb never do.

You gals have no idea what cursed blood courses through your veins, that is the true problem! Now, to be fair, that does entirely apply to poor little K.A.P. - her dad, mum and company have a curse resting on their shoulders alright, but they are not the reason for it... I think! However the other three bimbos sure carry altered and distorted genes and should never be allowed to reproduce. Trust me, tarts - the world can only be all the worst for it if you add little even diluted versions of NINNY, B.M. or G.S. into it...! Damn - too late already - Rhonda reproduced - twice already! She had her tubes tied, finally, at least... At last! But the damage is done: her evil dad's genes roam the world, still... Verily, it is like a horror movie, nothing less - evil never dies. But it is only that way for a while longer, surely...

After Rrrrrrrhonda, Kris-Kris, K.A.P. and Lame Lana, though, I can wonder WHO'S NEXT...? Primo's witch? She always did speak a hell of a lot more than him - but then, he was quite annoying whenever he opened his mouth, inanely when in person, in front of you, with the most obtuse things to say in both broken English as (extremely) broken French... But then he was quite brave when it was on the telephone...! Damn coward. However, it was his actions of another order that earned him the nickname of an I.L.L. - an acronym I will explain as far as the first letter goes and it stands for INEPT. After all these revelations, I await his witch of a bitch to contact me and complain, too... Lest it will be the bitches of any number of other creepazoids exposed over the years on this blog - perhaps even some quacks' nursing aides, who knows? Ah, and maybe the true source of the main problem could emerge too: Rrrrrrhonda's mommy (mummy?) whom I shall only refer to as MAD. Oh wait - she was actually the original complainer, first in line - how could I have forgotten that?!? Don't get mad over THAT now, MAD... You're already mad enough as it is - in that other sense, yes...

Note, in closing, that I was away in Europe and noticed only now, more than a month later, what poorly worded messages you left me in regards to the truth that I dispensed about your monstruous daddy, Lama... I mean, Lana!
You don't like what I have to say about him - and I actually left out the most vital details...! Sheesh!
I didn't even notice you for over a month and, quite frankly, I would not have if it wasn't for a fluke: a chance pitstop at one of my throwaway e-mail accounts that is seldom-used. That is, right there, the importance that I give to your dad, you and anything that *you* might have to say on any given subject!

I wonder if you can even read this now - poor pathetic creature! Probably your monstruous dad cannot, either? It's not productive to communicate between us anyhow - Lord Knows I tried that before! Never again! You people only deserve my contempt.

Now, lame-o Lana's case differs greatly from K.A.P. for instance - but it is eerily close to "Rhonda" and her devilish dud of a dad... There are so many similarities, I wouldn't know where to start if I wanted to! Help me out, Rhonda, willya? No? Bah - go to hell then! You were never any good at all and never any help whatosever either...!

History repeats itself, they say - especially when you are dealing with dime-a-dozen duds - or is that penny-a-million rabble?
And their offspring.

One thing is for damn sure...
None of these creeps are worth my time anymore.
And yes - I have far better things to do - a million times better, Thank God!
GOD is The One who Will deal with each and every single one of them - and they shall reap as they've sown, over the years. Rrrrrhonda's dad already reaped it very badly - the rest of these duds still have it coming.

Me?
I am done with this.

Adeus, caras de carralhos.

WANNA KNOW WHO ARE THE WORST CRIMINALS OUT THERE TODAY? CRIMINALS WHO HAVE NOT ONLY GONE UNPUNISHED BUT HAVE ALSO, BY SOME WICKED AND TWISTED TURN OF WARPED EVENTS, GONE ON TO SHAPE THE VERY GOVERNMENT THAT WAS BENT ON CHANGING, REGULATING, NORMALIZING, RECTIFYING AND CLEANING THINGS UP FROM THE MESS THAT THESE MISCREANTS HAD MADE OVER YEARS AND YEARS OF MISMANAGEMENT, EMBEZZLEMENT AND OUTRIGHT FRAUDULENT MANOEUVERS...!

WE ARE TALKING ABOUT THE FINANCIAL VAMPIRES - OF WALL STREET AND OF WASHINGTON!
THE BLOODSUCKERS OF HIGH (AND LOW) FINANCE!
THE ACCURSED LENDERS AND PROFITERS OF THIS WRETCHED WORLD!

They fed off the balloon that was the real estate bubble and kept lending huge amounts of fictional money to people that they knew could never pay it back - setting up millions upon millions on the road to self-destruction and non-viability. The result now is indeed millions of repossessed homes, houses and condominiums both, that will become ghost houses soon - haunted by dreams of opulence wrecked up big time by unscrupulous, vile financial vultures!

AND IF YOU THINK THAT THEY HAVE MENDED THEIR WAYS, REFORMED AND ARE NOW ON OUR SIDE - THINK AGAIN, FOOLS!

Watch this fascinating, revealing and eye-opening documentary right here in order to see the truth, the whole truth - or, at the very least, a good portion of it all - about this saddest aspect of all, since it affects us all, whether we want to or not...

For we are in the Age of Revelations indeed - MORE AND MORE SO, REVELATIONS ARE BEING MADE AND TRUTHS, inconvenient, unsettling and worse, ARE BEING TOLD! Open your eyes, tend your ear, pay attention! For ALL will be revealed - SOON ENOUGH...


You know the old adage: fooled me once, shame on you; fooled me twice, shame on me!

WELL...
As far as the Loan Sharks and other predators are concerned...
SHAME ON US ALL, THEN!

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