unbelievable misandry. please email this asshole
- starvingeyes
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unbelievable misandry. please email this asshole
please guys, it'll only take a second to email this dipshit and let him know this kind of incredible double standard on domestic violence is completely retarded.
read below, prepared to be stunned:
mailto:jfarah@worldnetdaily.com
Clara Harris loved her husband. She loved her family – the family she and David Harris, an orthodontist, had built together.
When she discovered her husband was carrying on an affair with a co-worker, Gail Bridges, a divorcee with three children of her own, she worked hard to rebuild the marriage.
When her husband told her July 24 he was breaking off his affair with Bridges at a dinner engagement that evening, Clara Harris was hopeful and elated.
She hired help to watch the children for a couple days and announced she was leaving to go bring her husband back home.
But, as a woman spurned once, she was not naive. She checked with a private detective she had hired to watch her husband and learned he was not at the Houston restaurant having dinner with Bridges. Instead, the creep was at the very hotel at which Clara and David Harris had married on Valentine's Day 10 years earlier.
Even Lindsey Harris, David Harris' 16-year-old daughter from a previous marriage, was incensed at her father's treatment of her stepmother. Tearfully, she decided to accompany Clara Harris for a confrontation with the creep.
Clara Harris caught up with David Harris and Bridges in the hotel lobby. She threw a few punches and ripped the blouse of the home-wrecking wench. The creep stood by – apparently afraid to intercede in the fight. A hotel clerk had to break up the fight.
As Clara Harris was escorted from the hotel, the creep mustered the courage to shout to her: "It's over! It's over! It's over!"
This time, the creep was right.
When David Harris emerged from the hotel and tried to get in Bridges' truck, Clara Harris hit the gas on her Mercedes and ran over Harris, shearing the passenger door right off the home wrecker's Navigator. She ran over him a few more times to make sure he was dead.
Then, she apologized to the creep and told him how much she loved him.
Clara Harris is on trial for murder in Houston.
I say: Free Clara Harris. We need more women like her. Live like her.
There is no accountability any more for the kind of wanton irresponsibility David "The Creep" Harris showed toward his wife and his children. There's no penalty any more for adultery, for abandonment of one's spouse and children. The state doesn't get involved – except to divide up the property and sort out custody issues. No one is punished.
And that, I believe, is why America's families are crumbling at such an alarming rate.
People are no longer accountable to anyone. They don't believe they are accountable to God. They don't believe they are accountable to their spouses. And they don't believe they are accountable to their children. They are not accountable to the state, as no-fault divorce laws have made certain.
Since everyone is abdicating responsibility and accountability, there are sure to be more incidents like the Harris affair.
If I were on that jury, I would find Clara Harris not guilty. After she was sprung, I'd give her a medal. She did the world a favor. She may have acted emotionally. She may be sorry for what she has done. But, frankly, she did the right thing. That creep deserved what he got.
Apparently I am not alone in my thinking on this. Even "The Creep's" own parents have stood by Clara Harris' side through this ordeal.
Free this woman now and let her rebuild a life with her poor children – who have been victimized enough by the trauma instigated by the dead creep.
Free her and let her be an example to every cheating husband and wife in America. There is a price to pay. Sometimes it's the ultimate price.
Anyone can make a mistake. Anyone can be tempted into sin. But the creep had a second chance. Now let's give Clara Harris a second chance.
read below, prepared to be stunned:
mailto:jfarah@worldnetdaily.com
Clara Harris loved her husband. She loved her family – the family she and David Harris, an orthodontist, had built together.
When she discovered her husband was carrying on an affair with a co-worker, Gail Bridges, a divorcee with three children of her own, she worked hard to rebuild the marriage.
When her husband told her July 24 he was breaking off his affair with Bridges at a dinner engagement that evening, Clara Harris was hopeful and elated.
She hired help to watch the children for a couple days and announced she was leaving to go bring her husband back home.
But, as a woman spurned once, she was not naive. She checked with a private detective she had hired to watch her husband and learned he was not at the Houston restaurant having dinner with Bridges. Instead, the creep was at the very hotel at which Clara and David Harris had married on Valentine's Day 10 years earlier.
Even Lindsey Harris, David Harris' 16-year-old daughter from a previous marriage, was incensed at her father's treatment of her stepmother. Tearfully, she decided to accompany Clara Harris for a confrontation with the creep.
Clara Harris caught up with David Harris and Bridges in the hotel lobby. She threw a few punches and ripped the blouse of the home-wrecking wench. The creep stood by – apparently afraid to intercede in the fight. A hotel clerk had to break up the fight.
As Clara Harris was escorted from the hotel, the creep mustered the courage to shout to her: "It's over! It's over! It's over!"
This time, the creep was right.
When David Harris emerged from the hotel and tried to get in Bridges' truck, Clara Harris hit the gas on her Mercedes and ran over Harris, shearing the passenger door right off the home wrecker's Navigator. She ran over him a few more times to make sure he was dead.
Then, she apologized to the creep and told him how much she loved him.
Clara Harris is on trial for murder in Houston.
I say: Free Clara Harris. We need more women like her. Live like her.
There is no accountability any more for the kind of wanton irresponsibility David "The Creep" Harris showed toward his wife and his children. There's no penalty any more for adultery, for abandonment of one's spouse and children. The state doesn't get involved – except to divide up the property and sort out custody issues. No one is punished.
And that, I believe, is why America's families are crumbling at such an alarming rate.
People are no longer accountable to anyone. They don't believe they are accountable to God. They don't believe they are accountable to their spouses. And they don't believe they are accountable to their children. They are not accountable to the state, as no-fault divorce laws have made certain.
Since everyone is abdicating responsibility and accountability, there are sure to be more incidents like the Harris affair.
If I were on that jury, I would find Clara Harris not guilty. After she was sprung, I'd give her a medal. She did the world a favor. She may have acted emotionally. She may be sorry for what she has done. But, frankly, she did the right thing. That creep deserved what he got.
Apparently I am not alone in my thinking on this. Even "The Creep's" own parents have stood by Clara Harris' side through this ordeal.
Free this woman now and let her rebuild a life with her poor children – who have been victimized enough by the trauma instigated by the dead creep.
Free her and let her be an example to every cheating husband and wife in America. There is a price to pay. Sometimes it's the ultimate price.
Anyone can make a mistake. Anyone can be tempted into sin. But the creep had a second chance. Now let's give Clara Harris a second chance.

- Sufjan Stevens
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She should be free. Cheaters deserve to fucking die a miserable death.
I faced death. I went in with my arms swinging. But I heard my own breath and had to face that I'm still living. I'm still flesh. I hold on to awful feelings. I'm not dead... My chest still draws breath. I hold it. I'm buoyant. There's no end.
- Sufjan Stevens
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Well, I don't condone murder, and she shouldn't have murdered him. She could have had a much more comfortable life if she just divorced him and take like 50% of his assets and received child support. It was a spur of the moment kind of thing, and I know she didn't intentionally kill the man. If she really wanted him dead, she would have hired a hitman or something. She shouldn't have to spend time in jail for this, she should get off with time served.
I dunno, maybe when you find out some one was cheating on you for months or years, you have a different opinion. If you're unlucky and have that happen to you, you might see where I would be coming from.
I dunno, maybe when you find out some one was cheating on you for months or years, you have a different opinion. If you're unlucky and have that happen to you, you might see where I would be coming from.
I faced death. I went in with my arms swinging. But I heard my own breath and had to face that I'm still living. I'm still flesh. I hold on to awful feelings. I'm not dead... My chest still draws breath. I hold it. I'm buoyant. There's no end.
Steamer Trunk wrote:
She should be free. Cheaters deserve to fucking die a miserable death.
tell me, is that belief of yours based on one of the following?
a.) emotional response to an emotional situation
b.) an emotional response to a personal experience
c.) rational thought about the act of cheating and acceptable concequences

- Sufjan Stevens
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exactly. sure its real shitty he cheated on her, but people dont murder each other over stuff like that. i'm just wondering why he didn't have legs.
!EMiLY!
sweet blasphemy my giving tree
it hasn't rained in years
i bring to you this sacrificial offering of virgin ears
leave it to me i remain free from all the comforts of home
and where that is i'm pleased as piss to say
i'll never really know
sweet blasphemy my giving tree
it hasn't rained in years
i bring to you this sacrificial offering of virgin ears
leave it to me i remain free from all the comforts of home
and where that is i'm pleased as piss to say
i'll never really know
- Sufjan Stevens
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Yeah, if I didn't just respond, I would say murder is wrong, but she shouldn't have to spend her life in jail for it. Some time, yes, but not her entire life.
Cheaters do suck.
Cheaters do suck.
I faced death. I went in with my arms swinging. But I heard my own breath and had to face that I'm still living. I'm still flesh. I hold on to awful feelings. I'm not dead... My chest still draws breath. I hold it. I'm buoyant. There's no end.
i got cheated on for two months.
i wanted to burn her house down.
but i didn't.
i wanted to burn her house down.
but i didn't.
we are the brand new beatniks. we are the down and outers.
we are the bleeding hearts, beating syncopated, broken rhythm.
our speed is often break neck. we need to slow it down.
tired of being sleepless. tired of being broken.

we are the bleeding hearts, beating syncopated, broken rhythm.
our speed is often break neck. we need to slow it down.
tired of being sleepless. tired of being broken.
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- starvingeyes
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- Sufjan Stevens
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I was cheated on for three months. I wanted to murder the guy that she cheated on me with, then chain the girl to a wall and let her starve to death, but nothing happened.
Hell, I've run into my ex three times, and the guy she fucked while was with me, and yeah. Bitter times for Elaine and I, no doubt. I didn't do anything to the guy either, but then again, when I met the guy, I tore my tricep about 20 minutes earlier, so I was in no mood to start a fight.
Hell, I've run into my ex three times, and the guy she fucked while was with me, and yeah. Bitter times for Elaine and I, no doubt. I didn't do anything to the guy either, but then again, when I met the guy, I tore my tricep about 20 minutes earlier, so I was in no mood to start a fight.
I faced death. I went in with my arms swinging. But I heard my own breath and had to face that I'm still living. I'm still flesh. I hold on to awful feelings. I'm not dead... My chest still draws breath. I hold it. I'm buoyant. There's no end.
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