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April 1, 2016
Carl Akeley Who?
After a long day of hunting and observing wildlife in Somalia, Carl Akeley was headed back to camp, where he’d bagged a hyena and warthog earlier in the day. When he got there all he saw was a couple of big bloody streaks leading off into a thick brush. Akeley froze, realizing what was happening, just as an enormous leopard leaped towards him teeth-first. Unable to get his weapon back around quickly enough, Akeley dropped his gun and threw his arm up just in time to prevent the vicious beast from ripping out his throat. The leopard latched on to Akeley’s left hand, chomping down with all its might. When his attempts to pull his hand out of the leopards’ jaws only made the creature bite down harder, Akeley, locked in a life or death fistfight with one of the most perfect predators nature ever created, did one of the most insane things ever – he punched his fist further into the leopard’s mouth. Yes, you are reading that correctly. Carl Akeley, noted philanthropist and respected wildlife conservationist, punched a fucking leopard in the esophagus from the inside. The leopard gagged, Akeley pulled his hand out, and then he took the thing, bodyslammed it to the ground, and jumped on it with both knees, crushing it to death. Then Akeley, bleeding profusely from horrific wounds on both hands, clawed to shit, still recovering from a recent battle with malaria, and barely able to stand, picked up the leopard (despite a shattered hand), threw it over his shoulder, walked back to camp with it, and turned it into taxidermy for a museum exhibit. KA-CHING!
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Gusty move. I'm not that guy but I had a dog attack me once and I did the same thing....shoved my left hand and forearm right down his throat and I could see the terror in his eyes. After about 15 seconds I grabbed his upper jaw, extracted my arm and hit him as hard as I could in his chest while he was on the ground. SOB couldn't get away from me quickly enough.
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at April 2, 2016 7:12 AM
Wild, violent animal sex.
There's more'n one way to skin a cat.
Just finished working on a book about Theodore Roosevelt that confirmed what I already knew. He was lacking in courage and was fueled by his fathers wealth. He was a blow hard, a coward, and a terrible person all the way around. His lived his whole life that way until the day the constant pressure on his youngest son got him killed, and he collapsed into a pile of quivering shit and stayed there. Only in the realm of political gov't can a cretin's such as the Roosevelts ascend to high levels and stay there. Fuk all of em ded.
BTW, Franklin and Eleanor were cousins and both had the name Roosevelt before they got married, and yes, she wore the pants and he wore the thong, and he sought his successful revenge through LIEberal politics.
Now go git yer shine box boy.....
Posted by: ghostsniper at April 2, 2016 7:14 AM