Blog Number Thirteen: "United 93"

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*Quote of the Day

"May all who visit this place remember the collective acts of courage and sacrifice of the passengers and crew, revere this hallowed ground as the final resting place of those heroes, as reflect on the power of individuals who choose to make a difference."

- The Flight 93 National Memorial mission statement

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The crew and I went for a bit of a field trip this afternoon to escape the Batcave. We saw "United 93," written, directed, and co-produced by Paul Greengrass. Most of the crew were, needless to say, apprehensive about seeing the movie. I was the only one really gung-ho about seeing the flick.

Before the movie, just walking into the theater was an experience. There was a somber, almost reverent mood about the patrons. One man, with a think New York draw, says to the woman sitting next to him, "I dunno if I really want to see this now that I'm here. Going through it (the tragedy 9/11) and seeing it happen was devastating enough."

The theater goes dark and the movie starts...with no previews. Three times during the movie, the man quoted above left the theater. After the movie was over, the audience said nothing. It seemed, as though, everyone was walking out in slow-motion. Not a sound, not a cell phone, not an empty soda tub slurped on the way out. The man quoted above was now joined by this woman and three other people; they were visibly emotional and discussing the movie. I asked the man if he had any relatives die in the tragedy and he gingerly said, "Yeah, my brother was in the first Tower."

I repectfully thanked him and left.

It was quiet in the car on the way back from the movie, no one said a thing. After popping open a beverage and quietly reflecting on the movie, we all started to cry. Even me.

This movie, as a general consensus, is about individuals who, for one day...sacrificed their own lives and came together as a group, as Americans, and helped the common good. This movie does not, I repeat does not, look into conspiracy theories or place blame for inactivity. Subsequently, this movie depicts the men who took flight 93 over as men who were simply following orders, not as crazed, stereotypical lunatics.

**As Roger Ebert said in his review of "United 93," 'To watch "United 93" is to be confronted with the grim chaotic reality of that autumn day in 2001. The movie is deeply disturbing, and some people may have to leave the theater. But it would have been much more disturbing if Greengrass had made it in a conventional way. He does not exploit, he draws no conclusions, he points no fingers, he avoids "human interest" and "personal dramas" and just simply watches.'

We should never forget what happen on that fateful day in 2001.

We should always remember that on that day, 44 people sacrificed their way of life to save a a much larger way of life...the Amercian way of life.

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*This quote was from the Flight 93 National Memorial website. If you would like to donate, please visit the website for the National Park Foundation for more information.

**This quote was taken from Roger Ebert's movie review site; it is linked above.

Blog Number Twelve: Sexiest Woman Alive (U.K. style) and Kaavya Viswanathan

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Quote Of The Day

"Hank Aaron broke Babe Ruth's record...We don't celebrate anybody the second or third time in."

---Bug Selig on Barry Bonds' breaking of Babe Ruth's 714 career homeruns.

Bonds has 711 HR's.

Hank Aaron, arguably the best pure hitter ever in baseball has 755 HR's for his career.

Before we get to the topics, a word on blog number eleven. The email box has been over filled with people asking if we are sure the pic of Cindy Margolis is that of Cindy Margolis and not of the patron saint of The Razor's Edge blog, Jenna Jameson.

Cindy is the blonde wearing a blue dress soon to be naked in Playboy, and Jenna is the blonde wearing close to nothing and has been naked in many times.

The two, I admit, do look the same in many ways:
Blonde hair, big breasts, definite MILF (or soon to be in the case of Jenna) qualities.

We, as men, always wonder what it would be like to bang the hell out of Cindy.

We, as men, already know what it would be like to bang the hell out of Jenna.

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We here at the Edge love a beautiful, sexy woman. We love to touch, caress, make to a sexy woman. We like it even more when magazines tell us which actresses, models, and female "sport" stars are sexy. The British version of FHM released the sexiest women alive edition with the British public voting on the selections.

The winner was, as no real big surprise, Brit-born Keira Knightley. The uber-hot 21-year-old beat out model Keeley Hazel and "Matchpoint" star Scarlett Johansson.

Purported to be based on two million votes, the poll showed Kelly Brook slip from last year's first place spot to forth and, my formerly personal fave, Angelina Jolie at fifth place. The rest of the poll is on the FHM website.

Why, our two or three loyal readers are asking, would the crew even give a damn about this subjective poll of beauty. I mean, really, how fucking shallow can men be? ALL men care about hot women, even gay men. Gay men care about hot women? Are you insane? No, not really, You see, without straight women gay men would have nothing to gossip on. Straight men need hot women to masturbate to, have sex with, and fantasize about. Other women need hot women to gossip about and be jealous about.

So, the long and the short of it is, congratulations Keira on being the mastabatory, gossiping, jealous fantasies of us all. Maybe Scarlett Johansson and her enormous, luscious breasts and be number one next year.

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From hot chicks to a stupid bitch, no one knew who Kaavya Viswanathan was until a few days ago.

The 19-year-old Harvard sophomore has admittedly "borrowed" material for a book she wrote. In other words, Ms. Viswanathan plagerized material to further her career as an author.

In an AP article on Yahoo! News, Viswanathan said, "When I sat down to write my novel, my only intention was to tell the story of (the lead character)...I was so surprised and horrified when I found these similarities."

You were so surprised to STEAL someone else's work just so you could further your career?

You make me sick you stupid bitch!

How dare you make true struggling authors, who toil over hours and hours of research, endless amounts of late nights of creative brainstorming only to crumple up those pieces of paper and throw them into the wastepaper basket, look like complete idiots.

You should be unmercilessly flogged and beaten with all the manuscipts of truly creative, unplagerized work that have been overlooked or tossed aside by readers at publishing companies.

We here at the Edge lump you into the same category of cheater as San Francisco Giant Barry Bonds and Olympian Ben Johnson. These were men who purposely circumvented the system in order to become the best in their sport through surreptitious means. You tried to circumvent the system through surreptitious by stealing someone else's work to make your "work" greater. You cheated, Kaavya, and you should be punished.

We here at the Edge call on publishing company Little, Brown and Company, who signed this bitch to a six-figure deal, to fire her for gross incompetence. Notifying "retail and wholesale outlets to stop selling copies of the book, and returning unsold copies to the publisher" isn't enough.

Teach her a lesson and kick her plagerizing ass out the door.

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*AP National Writer HILLEL ITALIE originally wrote the story about Kaavya Viswanathan. The story is linked above and can be found on the Yahoo! News website.

Blog Number Eleven: Cindy Margolis and Ricky Williams

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Quote of the Day

"You white people astonish me. I turn on the Discovery Channel; you will go to any goddamn place in the world just to fuck with crazy animals. You will go to the fucking Congo, you will go to goddamn Peru, you will go to fucking Brazil and the Amazon. You will go to anywhere to find a fucking animal to play with it. But you won't go to Oakland because a nigger might shoot you."

---Carlos Mencia

"Unmerciful"

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Now on to the topics at hand:

The beautiful Cindy Margolis has been doing the whole internet downloading hot pics thing for a number of years now. In fact, she is known as the "most downloaded woman" on the Internet.

Now 40 years of age and has three kids, Cindy has decided to pose nude for Playboy.

I can speak for the crew when I say I have NO problem with any female showing their unclothed form in the pages of the classiest magazine in the all the land. This magazine has revolutionized a lifestyle of the rich and famous for over 30 years.

With that being said, even at the age of 40, I feel Cindy's looks has stood the test of time. However, there is an expiration date with women. The older a woman gets, the more her stock goes down. With men, their stock rises with age. Younger girls find older men attractive, and older men find younger girls attractive just for the simple fact these younger girls want to do freakier things whilst in the throws of passion.

Margolis' charge toward this first-time ever nude posing thing is a call for women over the age of 40 to unite, or whatever the hell she believes. In an article by AP posted on Yahoo! News, she said, "Thank goodness for 'Desperate Housewives.' You're not dead just because you are married and have children."

At 40, yes, I admit, she is still a hot piece of ass. However, if I start seeing a "Women over 40" issue of Playboy because of this moronic, feminist rallying cry, I am canceling my subscription.

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In an event that has shocked the sport of football (sarcasm), running back Ricky Williams of the Miami Dolphins has been suspended for the 2006 NFL season. He tested positive for marijuana in December and previously tested positive for the leafy green stuff three times.

"I'm disappointed with the decision but I respect it," Williams said in a statement isued through the Dolphins. "I'm proud of my association with the National Football League and look forward to returning to the Dolphins in 2007."

An extremely talented and versatile back, Williams is A FUCKING IDIOT! He is wasting his God-given talent over the herb!

We here at the Edge like Mary Jane...we admit that fully. In fact, we also advocate the legalization of marijuana. However, we asks one simple question of Williams:

Hey Ricky, why waste your life on the Buhdda when you have the talent to be the best running back in the history of football? Shouldn't you be more concerned with being among great running backs of the past like Jim Brown and OJ Simpson rather than being among great stoners of the past like Cheech and Chong?

Blog Number Ten: New Segment and The Indestructible Tiger Woods

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Just in the last 24 hours, we here at the Edge have received a lot of great input either through email or via the special secret Batphone (if you're special, you get the secret 10 digits to the Razor line) on the contest I posted in the last blog. As a matter of reference, yes you will be eliminated from the contest and, if the crack staff finds the website that was ripped off, the staff will contact that site with the offenders' contact information. We here at the Edge HATE plagiarism. As said in the last blog, plagiarism is stealing and we here at the Edge hate a cheater (Die, Barry Bonds, Die).

The staff on crack has come up with a new segment on the blog. What originality and creativity when in the decision-making process (they used a fucking dartboard!) So, the unveiling of the quote of the day. The quote could be from ANY segment of life: politics, sport, movies, music, porn, anything. I do, however, agree this inagual edition of the quote of the day is definitely fitting.

Quote Of The Day
I don’t know what you heard about be
But a bitch can’t get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can’t see
That I’m a motherfucking P-I-M-P
---50 Cent
“P-I-M-P”
Get Rich Or Die Tryin’

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Now on to the topic at hand:

Is Tiger Woods, arguably the best golfer in the history of the sport of golf, indestructible? Woods has taken over commercials, videos games, philanthropy, of course the sport of golf, and now racecar driving and bungee diving.

According to a foxsports.com story, Woods and his caddy Steve Williams made a 440 feet bungee jump off a cable car in New Zealand. The free fall is a dizzying 8.5 seconds.

Tiger then won a celebrity stock car race in which he was a "blocker," a designated car to help prevent other teams' cars from getting in from of his team. In the second race, he slammed into the wall but finished the race.

What can't Tiger do? NFL Football? Pro wrestling? Pornography?

I bow to you, Oh God of everything!

Tiger Woods IS the second coming.

For it is written, thou shall it be done.

Blog Number Nine, Number Nine: Insomnia and Clubbing In Seattle

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We, the staff of The Razor's Edge, are taking suggestions for a new segment of the blog. The best suggestion will receive a $10 gift certificate to Amazon.com (we're cheap bastards). As well, the winner gets to be The Razor's Edge personal correspondent to wherever you hail from. The contest, if you want to call it that, ends exactly one month from now (12:01am, Wed. May 23). We are looking for creativity, originality, and pinache. An example of this is from the Ramblings of a Late 20-Something blogsite (if you haven't read this entire blogsite yet, what the hell is wrong with you?):

*Dreaming
She nestled down beneath the covers and closed her eyes tight. In the quiet darkness she focused on him. On the fantasy of meeting him in a place of anonymity; a place of sanctity. Desperately she clung to the idea of him, even as he faded from her mind. Thoughts drifted deeper and deeper into a mix of real and unreal. She slumbered, body snuggled beneath the covers, dreams shifting in her mind.

Some blogs have quote of the days, others have pics of the days, etc. Hell, it could even be a poem of the day. Keep in mind, the winner MUST have their submission ready each time we blog. As a requirement, all ideas and/or winner submissions must NOT be previously copyrighted. You may, however, attribute the copyright. Don't fuck with us on this, plagiarism is stealing and we here at the Edge hate a cheater (Die, Barry Bonds, Die).

Put your collective thinking caps on and may the best man, or woman, win.

Before we get to the topics on hand, I would like to discuss insomnia.

I am an insomniac by nature, as most of the crew on the Edge are. Most of us are either bi-polar, addicted to caffeine, or just plain fucking crazy. Needless to say, no sleep fucking sucks. I hate not sleeping; I love laying in bed and doing absolutely nothing. I prefer, of course, to have a naked woman by my side, but that's just me.

I am sick of being an insomniac. In college, I went into an extreme case of insomnia with not sleeping for two or three days straight. Now, I admit, I was drinking ALOT of caffeine; but 72-hour sessions with not a even a cat's nap is uncalled for. The only time that shit is acceptable is during a weekend bender of hardcore, pornographic sex with someone you don't even know (watch the movie "The Center of the World" to get my meaning). Even with that kind of marathon activity, you need water, food, and a breather.

Insomnia, in my opinion, is almost hailed as acceptable behavior in these fine country of ours. We relish and welcome working 12, 14, even 16-hour shifts at places like Microsoft, Boeing, and Merrill Lynch to rack up enough money to buy our way into the upper 1% like the religious Right racks up enough good deeds to buy their way into Heaven.

I think I can speak for the entire crew to say all I want to do is make enough money and retire on a small, out-of-the-way island in the Caribbean, lounge on the sandy beaches, get really, really high off local ganga, drink Mai-Tais, and have sex---a lot of sex.

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Now on the the topics at hand:

As I mentioned in the last blog, the crew took a well-deserved weekend off (fucking bastards). I met up with then in Seattle in the district called Queen Anne Hill. Of course, I was late like clockwork.

The clubs in Seattle are different of those of yore; they were once something to look forward to. We would start out having happy hour at Von's, catch of Italian at Il Forniao or some seafood at a sushi joint. Then, go back to Von's for more cocktails, and then hit the club scene. Shit always was poppin'' down at the Club Medusa or Element or even up the road on Capital Hill at the one gay club every straight person want to go to: Neighbor's. This is the club where, gay or straight, one love was shared by all. Brotherhood by the beat a DJ who works Neighbor's told me once. If, by some act of God, the scene was dead at these clubs, then Pioneer Square was the place to seen. The Phoenix, The Last Supper Club, or Larry's were the true haunts of the rockoholics, the breakbeat, house hounds, or the hip-hop honeys.

Now, Pioneers Square is a cesspool of gang violence, Goth wanna-be's, and drug dealers. I personally haven't been to Neighbor's in years, although I 've been told it's the true straight meat market (although it's still considered a gay club). Club Medusa, one of my all-time faves in the Emerald City, has changed owners. It's dropped off the map. And as far as the Element is concerned, it's fucking boring as hell.

The before mentioned club I met the crew at on Queen Anne Hill, The Mirabu Room, is a small, hole-in-the-wall club that maybe houses 150 people. Ever have the feeling, as soon as you step into a club, a fight is going to break at any second? The vibe scared the shit out of me. All I want to do is drink, have a good time, and talk to the beautiful babies. That's it. I do not want to hear five fucking Michael Jackson songs in a row, I do not want to hear the Humpty Dance, nor do I want to even come in relation to any hip-hop or R&B made before 2004. I want to hear good house, deep house, trance, and some breakbeat. If I want to hear the hip-hop made by Digital Underground, Hammer, or K7, I'd go into the a restaurant disguised as a dance club in the suburbs and watch all the fat, can't-get-a-date-with-a-rich-man-ghetto fab white women who had four fucking kids by the time they reached 10th grade.

Is it to much to ask, in the 14th largest city in the nation, to get modern music, a few ultra-clubs, and a fucking dress code in a club? I want to spend $100 on three watered-down drinks, over-priced parking, and cover at a club. That is what clubbing is all about. At least Las Vegas has the clubbing thing to a fucking T.

Beautiful people enjoying themselves at beautifully lavish clubs paying beautifully exorbinate prices. No big-'80's hair, New Jersey Iroc-driving, chain-smoking four-sandwich eating single mothers wanted.

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*Courtesy of Georgia Writer and the "Ramblings" blogsite.

Blog Number Eight: A Disturbing Dream, Misty May-Treanor, and the Bitch Of The Week

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The staff in gone, taking Friday off and drinking large quanities of Johnny Walker Blue and Don Julio tequila. The leaves me, John McCaurthur, to write this goddamn blog. College and pro football (GO COUGS!) cannot come any sooner with the Mariners' losing streak and receiving some of the lowest attendance records in the history of Safeco Field.

And because, I, Johnny Mac, am not just a giant prick ALL the time, I have added a new blog to the blog link portion of my site. The moderator is, safely to say, a good friend and a fellow Cougar. So check out her blog goddammit!

Before I get to the topics, I want to take a bit of a diversion and discuss a disturbing dream I had last night. I tried to interpret this with online resources, but I do not have any pot to smoke to truly grasp dream analysis right now. So I am depending on you, the two or three loyal readers of this blog from hell.

The dream went as follows:

The beginning was a bit hazy, but I remember driving in the dark with no headlights down a dark road. There was a passenger in the car with me. The next thing I know, we are swimming in an ocean, big lake, or swimming pool. The dream then switches to the two of us falling from the sky. I look over to my right and a little above me and my parachute is being carried by the wind above me. I yell to whomever is next to me, "Where the fuck are we going?" The person next to me says something to me I cannot make out that well, and then points through the hazy clouds the dark bottom. I yelled, "Is that the fucking ground or the fucking ocean? Where the fuck are we?"

Then my dream switches to just me walking in downtown Seattle; I know where I'm going, I know where I'm going to, but I am still lost. I feel so very helpless as I walk towards my destination. I then turn into a dark alley and I am in a dark room with a woman. She and I are kissing heavily and she and I are both nude from the waist up. We are both wearing underwear. After kissing for what it seems a long time, we start to masturbate each other. The strange thing about this is I can't stop but thinking, "This is wrong, I need to stop. I shouldn't be doing this." These thoughts are becoming more and more like someone yelling in my ear. All this time, the woman is having the best sexual time ever (Keep in mind in all sexual dreams I have, the woman NEVER has I good time; in fact, she wants it to be over NOW). I then wake up, aroused, and thinking I am still dreaming.

To break it down, I know water in dreams has to do with change and depending on the size of the body of water or the amount of water in dream, it symbolizes the extend of change in one's life. I know that falling is a symbolization of loss of control. What does the companionship part mean? And the driving on the dark street with no headlights? And the walking in Seattle? And the mutual masturbation thing?

Any concise, logical, comprehensive analysis would be greatly appreciated.

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Now on the topics at hand:

I have no bloody idea who the hell Misty May-Treanor is. All I know, from this pic to the right of this text I am attempting to type, she is an incredibly hot piece of ass.

I do not watch women's' sport because, quite frankly, I believe women's' sport to be the inferior product. Women athletes are not inferior, the product. Now I am going to be accused of being sexist (I have been called worse, like Californian), but when you have more people showing up for an Arena football game then a WNBA game on a consisent basis, then marketing directors must re-examine their product and either repackage it so it can sell, or delete it because it doesn't make money.

I also have a HUGE problem with the current marketing of women's' sport, in general. The feminists of the great country want female athletes taken seriously, but your have Maria Sharapova using sex to sell a camera, Anna Kournikova seducing pre-pubescent teen boys, and lesbians alike, doing spreads in FHM and Maxim, and Gabrielle Reece doing fully nude layouts in Playboy.

With that being said, I still have no bloody idea who the hell Misty May-Treanor is. All I know, from the pic above the text I am attempting to type, she is an incredibly hot piece of ass. She's the hottest female athlete I have ever seen. I want her to do a nude layout in Playboy, and then maybe I'll take her seriously as an athlete.

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And now, after a long hiatus, everyone's favorite segment is back: "Bitch of the Week."

For those of you who are new to this blog, every Friday, we here at the Edge will give out a special award to someone who is deserving of title "Bitch of the Week." The award will be given to that one special person or group of people who has contributed to an overall level of suckiness and downright personal shame.

This week, it comes to us as no surprise that the award is shared by the White House and The Epoch Times.

Thw White House is charging Wen Yi Wang, 47, a journalist for the Epoch Times, with harassing a foreign official, a federal misdemeanor punishable upon conviction by six months in prison and a fine of $5,000. And by Dr. Wang's employer, The Epoch Times, for not having the motherfucking balls to stand up to the White House in the face of this egregious act of First Amendment censorship.

In the press release the Times sent to the White House, the Times states:

"If The Epoch Times had known of her intention to use this event to protest, we would have seen that her press credentials were withdrawn. The Epoch Times apologizes to President Bush and the White House for Dr. Wang's actions."

Is it no shock to anyone that we, the American people, are being buttfucked by the same form of government sworn to protect us? The only difference between the current administration and China is George Bush and his group of good ol' boys aren't running over student protesters in the middle of the street......yet.

And, because of the aforementioned points, the White House and The Epoch Times (you fucking assholes) are the co-holders of the "Bitch of the Week." Have fun rotting in hell you Commie bastards.

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*Some of this blog comes from CNN.com website, as well as the Epoch Times website. Follow the links above to get more information.

Blog Number Seven: Father Jonathan Morris, Seattle Sonics, and Fun With Listen Feedback

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Break up the crew, this is the third blog within four days. Goddamn we're on point; our staff on crack have devised an iron clad plan to get our truth out to the masses. And as soon as someone tells me what the fuck that sure-fire plan is, then I'll be the first one to tell you, our viewing public.

Someone named 'Georgia Writer' send this comment about blog number six :

"You rock! Just stumbled upon your blog and I will definitely be back!"

And just because you're such a neato chick, a link to your blog has been added to my site. The staff appreciates your sentiments; any nude photos would be greatly appreciated. :)

'The Mistress of Rock' send these comments regarding blog number five down the pipe, sort of speak:

"Okay--as far as the cheerleader thing goes, if people would freakin' treat cheerleaders as athletes, then these issues wouldn't exist."

HUH? Cheerleaders as athletes? Are you stealing from the staff's stash? Let me put this in the most simplistic of terms:

THESE BITCHES ARE EYE CANDY!

To even suggest a "spirit squad" deserves the same treatment as the TRUE athletes on the field, diamond, or the court is ridiculous. That is like saying strippers are exotic dancers. WRONG! Those single moms are there to get my dick hard for 20 bucks. The cheerleaders are there just in case I get sick of watching grown men beat the hell out of each other in the field of battle. End of story.

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Now on the topics at hand:

Father Johnathan Morris, a regular blogger on foxnews.com, wrote a blog discussing the victim of the Duke University gangrape. The crux of his argument is this (I will not bore you with the entire thing, because this son-of-a-bitch sickens me), because this stripper is a stripper she deserved what she got.

"We haven't seen the woman's face, but we know what she looks like. Passed out, disoriented, and bruised — and she may have been all of these before her visit to Duke. People don't sell themselves for kicks. Her life was in shambles. Who is responsible? Among others, she is."

I, Johnathan McCaurthur, have said some pretty fucked up things in the past. I still believe rape victims should have their names printed in the newspaper because it's part of the police report. Secondly, I feel it is only just for kids who are molested to have their day on the stand to recall what happened to them so others might not have to.

But never, and I mean NEVER, should, would, or could ever justify saying a woman, being a prostitute, stripper, or other type of sex worker, deserves getting gangraped, beaten, or killed by their johns/customers.

This bullshit coming from the mouth of a supposted "man-of-the-cloth?" I question the religious morality and everyday ethics of this fly-by-night, hack of a priest. Jesus Christ, Father Morris, taught forgiveness, equality, and understanding for all. YOU ARE NOTHING BUT A HYPOCRITE, SIR! HAVE FUN IN HELL!

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*The NBA's worst team, the Seattle Supersonics, are threatening to leave the Emerald City,becausee, in the team's view, Key Arena is not up to their liking. The owners of the Sonics wants the greatest mayor of any city in the United States (sarcasm), Greg Nickles, and his staff on crack could possibly "back a $220 million KeyArena expansion. If not, the team, which started playing in Seattle in 1967, may leave."

As we all know here in the great Pacific Northwest, the Seahawks and the Mariners got similar deals in the past. Why not give the Sonics (admittedly they have been struggling) the same deal? Look what it has done for the SODO (south of the dome) region; it revitalized and brought new business to Seattle. As well, if the Sonics leave the fair city, jobs would be lost and it's not something Seattle could afford to lose.

I am not a big fan of basketball. But if thegovernmentall jackoffs get their heads out of their asses, we might see the Sonics see another NBA Finals return ala the Seahawks and the Superbowl (thanks to the referees for fucking that up for us by the way).

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*Jim Brunner and Bob Young of the Seattle Times wrote the original story; it can be found on the Seattle Times website linked above.

Blog Number Six: The DaVinci Code, 9-11 Movies, and

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If you also have a blog or podcast you want to pimp out, our crack staff will search it out and see if it meet the qualifications and standards we here at the Edge provide our one or two viewers. Those standards being: well...we have none. We are the red-headed stepchild of the blogging world. At least we here at the Edge are fucking honest...dammit.

And by the way, click on the links for the advertisements and make us some money. Karma is a good thing, know what I mean?

Now on the topics at hand:

More fun from the brewing hatred toward "The DaVinci Code" movie releasing May 19. According to imdb.com, Father Raniero Cantalamessa condemned the movie in a Good Friday sermon in the Vatican. He never mentioned the movie or book by name, but he went to mention certain " 'pseudo-historic' work by saying people were obsessed with 'every new theory according to which he (Christ) was not crucified and did not die, but ran off with Mary Magdalene.' " The esteemed religious leader went on to say, "No one will be able to stop this wave of speculation, which will see a sharp increase with the imminent release of a certain film."

After seeing this, the crew got together and came up with an official statement we will be sending to the Vatican. The statement is:

"HEY YOU STUPID SON-OF-A-BITCHES! THIS IS A FICTIONAL MOVIE GODDAMMIT!"

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As many of you know, two prominent movies discussing the September 11 tragedy are being released this Summer. "United 93", coming out 28 April 2006, and Oliver Stone's "World Trade Center," coming out 11 August 2006, are getting heat from the American public.

The main question is this: Is it too soon for movies to be made about the worst mass murder in American history?

According to a Today story, a theater in New York pulled the trailer for "United 93" after one teary-eyed patron complained. There also has been stories of people yelling in theaters in Los Angeles "Too Soon" when the trailer was shown.

We were all affected by the 9-11 tragedy. Living in ultra-rural Pullman, WA going to Washington State University at the time, I did not feel safe. Everytime a plane flew over the school I felt paranoid. I can't imagine how the people of New York felt actually being there. Watching the planes crash into the Twin Towers on TV, I felt raped. I can't imagine what the people of New York felt as they saw it up close in their city.

With that being said, it's never too late heal old wounds...a harsh, but all-too-real lesson I am learning as we speak. It is not too late to see movies about 9-11, especially when the flicks focus on the heroism of the people on the plane, not the politics of the government in Washington D.C.

In the movie "The Lost Boys," Kiefer Sutherland's character David says to Jason Patric's character Michael, "There only noodles Michael."

I say to the Catholic Church and the people against the 9-11 movies, "There only movies, my friends."

Blog Number Five: Australian Cheerleaders and Opus Dei v. Dan Brown

It's been 10 days since the last blog, but hey, what the hell are you gonna do? Time flies when you're on the run. Website deadlines, criticisms on past blogs, and the Easter holiday have all played a factor in the delay of this current blog. However, a website soon will be launched with no restrictions, no borders, and no fucking rules. As always, any questions, concerns, complaints, or suggestions can be sent to razorsedgeblog@gmail.com.

Now on the topics at hand:

According to an AP article found on msnbc.com, cheerleaders for Gymnastics Australia has been ordered to cover up their bare midriffs due to concerns this sexy display will encourage eating disorders as a normalcy for teen girls in the land Down Under. "They are also keen for cheerleaders to be seen as athletes in sportswear, rather than bimbos in bikinis," according to an article on the Sunday Telegraph (Sydney, AU) website.

The manager of the Brisbane Broncos (a rugby team in Australia) dance team says in the article He said: "The midriff is not an area to be concerned about exposing. We like sexy costumes, because no one wants to go to a game and see people in tracksuits and baggy clothes it's not appealing to an audience."

The bottom line is this: No matter if you watch sport in the States, Europe, New Zealand and Australia, Asia, or wherever you view good competition, we, as men, want to see the cheerleaders wearing close to no clothing at all. Even if our team is losing by a million points, we STILL want to see those chicks shaking their asses in skimpy uniforms. What's next? Burlap sacks and prayer before a game? I am so fucking sick of these overweight, short-haired, hyphenated-named chicks who dictates what is sexy and what is offensive.

Fuck you and you your political correctness. Buy some batteries for that underused vibrator and have a go bitches.

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The Opus Dei, a converative offshoot of the Catholic religion, has, for all intents and purposes, demanded a disclaimer be put at the beginning of the upcoming "The DaVinci Code" movie that furthers the point the movie is just that...a work of fiction and the religious order is not a murderousbloodthirstyy organization like it's depicted in the book and the film.

Ever since the release of the book, as well as the pre-production, filming, and post-production of the film, every single religious group has called for the head of Dan Brown, Ron Howard, and everyone else associated with the projects.

I am sickened by the intolerance of the Catholic Church and all parties that are connected to the Church, including the Opus Dei, with regards to the controversy surrounding "The DaVinci Code." This, my friends, is a work of fiction. It seems to me, at least, the religious community is taking this way too far, almost like a work of fact. In the Bible it says God Himself is the one, only, true judge. He should be the only one to condemn the acts of Man on Earth. Have we, as Christians, forgotten this key principle of our Christian faith?

The Catholicism I grew up with and followed to a T when I was younger is no more. It has become a shell game, a house of cards, a dog-and-pony show. You have many priests committing unspeakable crimes against the laws of man, nature and God with innocent, prepubescent boys and girls. When the heat is on and the cops are ready to close in, the men are smuggled into the night an illegal immigrant jumping the border from Mexico to come to the United States and relocated to anotherdiocesee where the priests' past record of abuse and sexual improprieties are never known by the unsuspecting parishioners.

I renounce my Catholicism and pray the end of the pedophile factory be closed...soon.

Blog Number Four: Death and Website Update

The new website is being built faster than we can imagine, stay tuned for razorcast.net. This blog site will stand as the temporary site. Any questions, concerns, complaints, or suggestions can be sent to razorsedgeblog@gmail.com.

It's now baseball season and my team, the Seattle Mariners, now 1-and-1. Yeah, okay, their pitching is a bit lackluster and many top sports "prognostication" don't like the M's chances of doing anything this season. Fourty-five percent of over 8,000 fans on the Seattle Mariners' website say they just want the M's to break .500 at the season. But hey, what the hell, it's still early....GO M'S!

Now to the topic at hand:

Life can take many unexpected twists and turns during one's life. You can never know or predict when your life can change. All we truly know is that we are born, we live our lives, and then we die. Some of us believe we go to Heaven, others believe we reincarnate into other creatures in the next life, and yet some just think we become worm food. Regardless of where we end up after we die, we know we are going die. We don't know when, where, how, or why, we just know we are.

Families of the six people who were gunned down by Kyle Huff a little more than a week ago have been asking those questions above and going through those same emotions. As Steve Schwartz, uncle of 22-year-old Justin "Sushi" Schwartz who was killed in massacre, was quoted in the Seattle Times as saying, "The question of why is out there, in terms of bringing closure. Why this house, why this party, why Saturday ... why not three weeks ago?"*

It happens, Steve. People die, Steve. Millions of people die in Rwanda and NO ONE cared. Your family member dies and you question why it couldn't happen to another innocent kid. SOMEONE else's innocent kid.

We can't stop the inevitable from happening nor can delay the end from coming. The most cruel and painful lesson from the coming of the end is yet a simple one: we, as humans, prepare our short existence on this Earth for the time we or a loved one dies and, when that time comes we are fucking shocked. In times of tragedy or despair, the living asked "Why, why? How could this happen?" We can never imagine that this would ever happen to us or our family and we get angry at a myriad or things: doctors for not finding a cure, certain family members for not making the funeral, or God for not saving us in time.

Bury your dead, get on with your life, and then help to prevent this sick, terrible from happening again.

*Part of this paragraph used a direct quote from a story written by Mike Fancher, Seattle Times executive editor of the Seattle Times. The story can be found on the Seattle Times website.