Tuesday, March 26, 2013

Mark and Claudia Kelly

Apparently it is easier to put a man on the moon than to educate people about the dangers of gripping dogs or hold them responsible for the mayhem their mutant grippers create.

Claudia Kelly and Shiner



















During a family vacation on Laguna Beach, the gripper belonging to CLAUDIA KELLY, daughter of astronaut MARK KELLY and stepdaughter of Gabrielle Giffords, over powered her in order to attack a baby sea lion on the beach. CLAUDIA and two other women halfheartedly worked to free the federally protected marine mammal from the gripper's locked jaws while men from above videotaped the mayhem and instructed her to hold her ugly dog under water to get it to release. The incensed princess promptly fired back "what the fuck".





















Daddy to the rescue
Astronaut MARK KELLY intervened and shook the ugly mutant off the dead seal and high tailed it out of there, while another woman consoled his blubbering princess, all caught on video. Law enforcement failed to issue any citations to the traumatized little princess and her celebrity dad citing, "It was legal for her to have the dog on the beach this time of year, and she did have it leashed. It was so strong that it pulled free of her when it saw the sea lion." Capt. Jason Kravetz




Like the border collie that herds ants, this purpose bred dog will exercise its gripping DNA on whatever is handy, there is nothing accidental about it.


Daddy and Shiner on the Walk of Shame





















MARK KELLY and Gabrielle Giffords are behind the non-profit americans for responsible solutions calling for a tightening of gun laws while endangering our public beaches with vicious gripping dogs.


Daily Mail


Please sign the petition to hold the KELLYS accountable.

Tuesday, February 19, 2013

George Herman Ruth Jr aka Babe Ruth aka "the Bambino" aka "the Sultan of Swat"

The Bambino learned the hard way about the danger of
pit bulls and switched to the watered down pit fighter.






















February 6, 1895 - August 16, 1948

Babe Ruth is considered by many to be the greatest baseball player of all time but few realize that The Babe is also found among the ranks of famous pit bull owners. The Babe's pit bull hobby didn't last long. He retired from pit bull ownership when he learned the hard way that it was much harder to keep pit bulls safely contained on his property than it was to knock the ball out of the park.

“The farm definitely had become more nuisance than nirvana.  An adventure raising chickens had fallen apart when the chickens died.  A second adventure, raising pit bulls was disbanded when one of the dogs got out of its pen and attacked and killed a neighbor’s cow.”

page195 The Big Bam: The Life and Times of Babe Ruth, Leigh Montville

"Ruth used to tell his wife he was going fishing, then come home tipsy, carrying a store-bought fish still wrapped in paper. The day his neighbor Henry Ford (who wanted to build an industrial village in town) complained that Ruth's pit bulls had killed his chickens, Ruth went to the barn, and "all Dorothy heard was shotgun blasts as he killed every dog."

http://www.thehistoryhound.com/babe-ruth-piano.html


















Young Babe Ruth: His Early Life and Baseball Career from the Memoirs of a Xaverian Brother, Brother Gilbert

Monday, December 31, 2012














 
The Bull-Dog
The Bulldog (Canis Anglicus), is said to be an original English breed, and Colonel Smith suggests that this dog rather than the mastiff was the one which flourished in England in Roman times. Not indeed the breed as it at present exists, but "one little inferior to the mastiff," "but with the peculiar features of the bull form more strongly marked." "The bull-dog," says Colonel Smith, "differs from all others, even from the mastiff, in giving no warning of his attack by his barking, he grapples his opponents without in the least estimating their comparative weight and powers. We have seen one pinning an American Bison and holding his nose down till the animal gradually brought forward its hind feet and crushing the dog to death tore his muzzle out of the fangs, most dreadfully mangled. We have known another hallooed on to attack a disabled eagle; the bird unable to escape, threw himself on the back, and as the dog sprang at his throat, struck him with his claws, one of which penetrating the skull, killed him instantly, and caused his master the loss of a valued animal and one hundred dollars in the wager." "The bull-dog is possessed of less sagacity and less attachment than any of the hound tribe; he is therefore less favoured, and more rarely bred with care, excepting by professed amateurs of sports and feelings little creditable to humanity. He is of moderate size, but entirely moulded for strength and elasticity." He never leaves his hold, when once he has got it, while life lasts, hence he has become the type of obstinate pertinacity; and unflinching courage.


The Mastiff as Protector
Mr. Jesse gives the following story which he reprinted from a contemporary newspaper:  "A most extraordinary circumstance has just occurred at the Hawick toll bar,  which is kept by two old women.  It appears they had a sum of money in the house,  and were extremely anxious lest they should be robbed of it.  Their fears prevailed to such an extent that when a carrier whom they knew was passing by,  they urgently requested him to remain with them all night,  which,  however,  his duties would not permit him to do;  but in consideration of the alarm of the women,  he consented to leave with them a large mastiff dog.  In the night the women were disturbed by the uneasiness of the dog,  and heard a noise apparently like an attempt to force an entrance into the premises,  upon which they escaped by the back door,  and ran to a neighboring house,  which happened to be a blacksmith's shop. They knocked at the door,  and were answered from within by the smith's wife.  She said her husband was absent,  but that she was willing to accompany the terrified women to their home.  On reaching the house,  they heard a savage but half-stifled growling from the dog.  On entering they saw the body of a man hanging half in and half out of their little window,  whom the dog had seized by the throat and was still worrying.  On examination,  the man proved to be their neighbor the blacksmith,  dreadfully torn about the throat,  and quite dead.

From The Universal Natural History, by Alfred H. Miles, Dodd Mead & Co., 1895

Friday, December 7, 2012

Ira Glass and Anaheed Alani

IRA GLASS and ANAHEED ALANI















Ira Glass reveals his dirty little secret on his national radio show This American Life. The secret: he and his wife not only harbor a dangerous pit bulldog that has bitten 6 people, they dote on it.


This American Nutter: The Piney Files

This American Life

The I Love My Bad Dog Blog

Act five: HAHAHAHAHA!!!!!

This is where the couple resides.

Tuesday, November 6, 2012

Buster Brown


Buster Brown

Pit Nutter Mission statement established in 1903. It's time for a new one guys! :-)

Outcault is probably laughing in his grave at how accurately his depiction of pit bull owners was and would still be 100 years later.

Buster Brown, the pit bull owning cartoon created by R. F. Outcault in 1903. Nutters wear this famous pit bull as a badge of honor but they fail to realize that Tige is no Lassie or Rin Tin Tin. In fact, Tige's primary contribution to the comic seems to be Buster's partner in mayhem.

Tige bites the doctor
Tige bites policeman
Tige bites the skipper
Tige bites man
Tige mayhem
Tige biting burglar
Tige bites Buster when he is forced to give Auntie a kiss
Tige creates mayhem while chasing a cat
Tige gets jealous when Buster fawns over a goat
And my personal favorite, Tige shows his true racist colors:
Tige bites the balloon man, he doesn't like "dagos".

Directory of all Buster Brown comics

Buster and America's Dog

The Truth About Buster Brown and Tige

DIGITAL COMIC MUSEUM































Thursday, September 27, 2012

31 years ago today...




The dying one was lying there like a prizefighter who had lost and knew he was dying. The victor greeted me, tail wagging, as if to say, 'Hi Joan, look what I've been doing', and he was just as happy as could be.