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Friday, April 08, 2005

C Moron

Normally I wouldn't even waste my time writing about some piece of human refuse like this idiot, but the sheer stupidity of this illiterate pimple on the ass of American society is simply staggering:

Rapper C-Murder...has changed his stage name because he thinks he's been misunderstood. "I am not a murderer," the rapper, whose real name is Corey Miller, said in a statement released Tuesday.

He will now go by C Miller, said his publicist...

Miller was convicted of second-degree murder Sept. 30, 2003, in the death of Steve Thomas, 16, a fan of the rapper who was shot to death inside a nightclub in the New Orleans suburb of Harvey.


So not only is he a murderer, not only did he murder his own fan--and I use the singular quite consciously--but he doesn't even realize he's in jail for murder.

However, all's well that ends well:

He faces a mandatory life sentence without parole.


That makes me feel warm and fuzzy all over. The only regret here is that it wasn't a first-degree murder conviction. If it had been, we could warm up Ol' Sparky and fry his useless ass like a bug on a transformer, thereby saving fifty years of food that could be used in a more worthy cause--such as feeding starving mongrel dogs. Call yourself whatever you want; you're still in prison. Forever. And there's always the possibility that someone in prison will kill you. We can but hope.

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