Wimminz Are An Unsolved Mystery

It’s summer, and I have some time off. I’ve been burning time watching old episodes of Unsolved Mysteries on Amazoid Prime. This is a show I remember enjoying in childhood. Robert Stack narrates, and there’s a spooky atmosphere about it that has not diminished with age. I find that it echoes the aesthetic of older series, namely Twilight Zone and Alfred Hitchcock Presents, though the stories depict real events.

What’s amazing about this series is just how badly women end up being depicted. Nearly every single episode, watched by a woke brother, will reveal that women cause about 80 percent of horrible problems that happen to men. Almost always, the troublemaker is some woman that’s fucking the victim, though it’s not unheard of that it’s a mother or sister who does the evil deed.

When a woman is depicted as protagonist, it is always due to the extremely poor judgment and behavior of either her or another wimminz.

In order to demonstrate, I picked one episode at random (there are over 100 available) and decided to describe the stories broadcast here.

Season 1, Episode 16

July 11, 1988. Walnut Creek CA: A vice cop, Lester Garnier, was found by a groundskeeper in a parking lot. He appeared to be sleeping at first, inside his parked Camaro. A closer examination revealed that he had a couple of bullets in his dome. There was very little physical evidence at the scene, and colleagues declared there was no obvious motive for his execution.

920x920The narrator makes a point to note that on his off hours, Lester enjoyed picking up women and made a hobby of running hoez he met (not unlike my own bad self – and most of my readers).

One of the downsides of this series is the blue-pill tone and endless reframings of tragedies like this, though it’s shocking to see the producers edge toward blaming the victim of a murder. I suppose this was the culture in the gay 90s, when feminism was ascendant.

The night before poor Lester was discovered, with his wig peeled back, witnesses described hearing gunshots. A carpet cleaner came forward to tell investigators that he saw two wimminz lurking around the parking lot after hearing the pop-pop-pop.

A google search on later developments reveal that at some point after the episode aired, cops matched fingerprints on the car to a wimminz named (appropriately) Katherine Kuntz. Mizz Cunt Ms. Kuntz clammed up when questioned, and was subsequently deported to Europe (sorry to you guys across the pond – I doubt this was the Kuntz last hit).

One can read more about this sad state of affairs at the San Francisco Chronicle.

Update. Florida: In an earlier broadcast, some unidentified wimminz (her face is shadowed – lol) was depicted as the victim of a scam artist named Arthur Frankfort. Apparently the anonymous wimminz met Frankfort at a dance, and two days later invited him to move in with her. He stayed at her pad for a couple of weeks — just long enough to learn what she had and how to get it — then skipped town with all her money and jewelry.

I’m tempted to indulge in pure mocking and scoffing here, though if we’re honest we can all likely name at least one blue pill chump who, just days after getting a decent piece of tail, opens up his life so that some wimminz can rob him blind. The crucial difference here is that when wimminz are the victims of such nonsense, they’re treated with kid gloves and given endless amounts of sympathy. In a healthier world we’d treat them exactly like we treat their male counterparts: specifically as thirsty simps who should have known better.

In any event, this Frankfort asshole was almost immediately fingered by his own brother (fuck’n lol) after the segment aired. He was arrested in Kentucky, and cops found out his real name was Harry Donaldson. He was a lifelong parasite and was already wanted for a number of similar shenanigans, including check fraud, armed robbery, and auto theft. Curiously, I couldn’t find any credible media sources detailing his eventual disposition. Various homemade web sites declare that he ended up dying in a Florida prison. Yeah, I hope so.

July 23, 1987. Las Vegas: 15-year old Kathy Hobbs, who lived in a sleazy, dangerous, North Las Vegas neighborhood, decided to walk to a supermarket to buy a romance novel at some point after 11 pm. Her skank-ho single mom had no problem with this. In fact, when Kathy left, she asked skank-ho single mom to give her a hug good-bye. Skank-ho mommy describes telling her “Why? I’ll be up when you get back…”

Katherine_hobbs1Kathy replied “No, after I go to the grocery store, I’m going to go out and hang out with some kids…”

Apparently skank-ho mommy had no problem with her little girl staying out all night, in drug/crime infested North Las Vegas.

As an aside, Brother Boxer is familiar with the ‘hood this young girl lived in. Las Vegas is a Mormon community, and I’ve been there many times. Just by looking at young Kathy, I’d guess she was a member of the tribe. I wouldn’t dare walk around there at 11 pm myself, and it has been cleaned up and gentrified a very great deal since the 1980s.

The narrator’s voiceover breaks in to explain that “Kathy had gone out late at night many times, so Kathy’s mother was not concerned with her safety.” The narration continues to describe skank-ho mommy going to bed after midnight, not worried about a thing.

It will surprise no one to learn that Kathy disappeared after leaving the house. Days later her body was found by a hiker, near Lake Mead (Lake Mead is south of Las Vegas on I-15). She had been brutally raped and beaten to death.

Despite the endless spin of this segment, a bit of realtalk gets through the filter. Later in the episode, one of the detectives who investigated the crime describes his own relationship with his own little girl. He expresses astonishment in the segment, aghast that any parent who would let a girl like Kathy go cavorting around late at night, unsupervised in Las Vegas.

It’s safe to say that if this girl had a father around, she’d be alive today. She also wouldn’t have been reading trashy romance novels.

A google search suggests that the questions surrounding young Kathy’s murder have never been conclusively answered, though a piece of human trash named Michael Lee Lockhart is the guy who probably did the deed. Lockhart is a serial killer who was executed around the turn of the 21st century. Good riddance.

Update. Europe: A little girl in Europe was searching for an American soldier named Philip, who fed her family his own rations when they were starving during the occupation of German territories in World War II. Philip Pelletier was found in the American State of Maine. It’s a refreshing little bit of normalcy in a depressing episode, featuring a decent American boy and a grateful little girl with her daddy telling him thank you.

1934. New Hampshire: A guy named Bill searches for his siblings, after his irresponsible parents left them home alone as children, and social workers intervened to keep them all from starving. All the kids were subsequently farmed out to orphanages and foster homes.

Granted, this tragedy isn’t entirely due to wimminz misbehavior, and it’s the depression era. Little kids are likely better off in an orphanage than alone.

Even so, the show lets slip that his mother eventually divorced his father and ran away to San Francisco, which caused the kids to be put up for adoption, rather than returned as a family. Bill apparently found two of his siblings, but a sister, Jackie Purinton, is still missing.

There is much more to this episode, but I trust my point is made. Wimminz tend to go through life using very bad judgment. They really aren’t fit to raise children by themselves, nor should any intelligent man blindly take orders from one.

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Author: Boxer

happy bachelor, iconoclast, frankfurt school. #Alt-Left

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