rosco rathbone
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Ahhh, rape. Rapine most sinister and most vile. Unwanted intercourse at its worst, what??
My mind turned to idle thoughts of rape this day, as I perused beebs' latest contribution to the jacking off-log , especially the following:
Rubbed one out yesterday around 6 o'clock. Serial rapist captures a female cop, does his thing and leaves her tied for her fellow officers to find. They of course decide to take advantage of the windfall. Pretty standard physically but I got fixated on the betrayal elements....
Two of my most favored true crime stories of rape involve this element. Firstly, the rape of Lisa Sliwa, the long-legged brunnette beauty who was the outspoken, anti-rape sidekick-and wife-of Guardian Angels founder and current irritating, entertaining gutter-right talk-show star Curtis Sliwa. (I will do research on this rape).
The other is a tale which I also need to do more research on. I read of it in the Village Voice nearly 15 years ago. I will present the facts as I remember them.....
It seems that in the years following World War 2, there was concieved a bitter rivalry between two advanced students of the martial arts at a dojo in the nipponese isles. As I recall the tale, the junior student had failed to show proper respect to the senior, perhaps bumping him in the halls or some such, and a death-match was scheduled; but quashed by the grand master, who rightfully did not approve of such immature stunts as death dueling in his lineage.
The senior student recieved his 15th-degree-whatever belt and left. He wound up in NYC, founding an extremely lucrative and well-respected American branch of his school; one which capitalized on the feminist-era popularity of self-defense training for women. The feud, however, apparently simmered on.
As best I understand it, the former, junior student, now a top-level master himself, also found himself in NYC in or about 1990 and, to make a long story short, decided to settle the old score by performing an act of profound disrespect and black crime. He identified a senior female student of his rival, who was a well-known anti-rape activist and an instructor specializing in female self-defense. Then he followed her and raped her in broad daylight on Ludlow Street in New York's Lower East Side...on a block that coincidentally was a major hang-out of mine for many years soon after.
I don't know any more details. I know the block very well; it has a parking-lot and Katz's famous Jewish Deli. I imagine that he did it between two parked cars. I can't vouch for the truth of this tale. In fact, maybe I imagined the whole thing, but I swear I didn't.
My mind turned to idle thoughts of rape this day, as I perused beebs' latest contribution to the jacking off-log , especially the following:
Rubbed one out yesterday around 6 o'clock. Serial rapist captures a female cop, does his thing and leaves her tied for her fellow officers to find. They of course decide to take advantage of the windfall. Pretty standard physically but I got fixated on the betrayal elements....
Two of my most favored true crime stories of rape involve this element. Firstly, the rape of Lisa Sliwa, the long-legged brunnette beauty who was the outspoken, anti-rape sidekick-and wife-of Guardian Angels founder and current irritating, entertaining gutter-right talk-show star Curtis Sliwa. (I will do research on this rape).
The other is a tale which I also need to do more research on. I read of it in the Village Voice nearly 15 years ago. I will present the facts as I remember them.....
It seems that in the years following World War 2, there was concieved a bitter rivalry between two advanced students of the martial arts at a dojo in the nipponese isles. As I recall the tale, the junior student had failed to show proper respect to the senior, perhaps bumping him in the halls or some such, and a death-match was scheduled; but quashed by the grand master, who rightfully did not approve of such immature stunts as death dueling in his lineage.
The senior student recieved his 15th-degree-whatever belt and left. He wound up in NYC, founding an extremely lucrative and well-respected American branch of his school; one which capitalized on the feminist-era popularity of self-defense training for women. The feud, however, apparently simmered on.
As best I understand it, the former, junior student, now a top-level master himself, also found himself in NYC in or about 1990 and, to make a long story short, decided to settle the old score by performing an act of profound disrespect and black crime. He identified a senior female student of his rival, who was a well-known anti-rape activist and an instructor specializing in female self-defense. Then he followed her and raped her in broad daylight on Ludlow Street in New York's Lower East Side...on a block that coincidentally was a major hang-out of mine for many years soon after.
I don't know any more details. I know the block very well; it has a parking-lot and Katz's famous Jewish Deli. I imagine that he did it between two parked cars. I can't vouch for the truth of this tale. In fact, maybe I imagined the whole thing, but I swear I didn't.
