The Oscar Pusstorius Pity Party Continues-And We Are All Still Invited

Could someone please bring me a bucket-South Africa

Hai everybody.  Tis me, your fearless reporter coming to you live from South Africa by proxy- as opposed to say HONG KONG, because I watch the news.  Before we get to part two of the never ending mitigation phase for poor, poor Oscar Pusstorius, we need to talk about something.  It is important so please bear with your intrepid reporter/law professor and dean of fuckery/publisher/finder of facts some people would like to remain really, really hidden.  No wonder I am such a tired RBMD.

I know that you all are dying for part two of my expose’ of people who shall for right now remain nameless because I refuse to give them anymore column space than is necessary.  It will come.  I have to have the documentation and credible confirmation from my sources before I print it.  I will not, not for any reason sink to the level that certain “other” people do when they put things to print.  My integrity means way too much to me and I know that you all understand.  I may joke, and try and make horrific situations a little more tolerable, but everything I write is based in truth.  I will not ever change that because I like to hope it is part of the reason that you read my blog.

Now, enough of this nonsense, let us get on with the Oscar Pusstorius Pity Party part 2. As an aside we can expect a week of this horseshit before we find out how hard of a spanking Pusstorius gets.

Mi’lady brought the proceedings to order and the pity train once again pulled out of the station. First, the burning question that everyone wants to know. The emo goth skunk thing is a witness for Pusstorius named Annette Vergeer. We will get to her in a moment/or not.

Peet van Zyl, pusstorius manager and second person at the pity party was back up on the stand and turned into sushi by a still foaming at the mouth prosecutor Gerri Nel. Van Zyl went on about Pusstorius’ charity work and Mr. Nel barked out about how charity work is more about image than it is about any type of altruism when you do it for the whole world to see. There is some validity to that argument. Those jumping up and down saying look at me every time they do something nice are obviously in it for themselves, exposure for themselves etc, much more than they are in it just to help the less fortunate because they can.

The last witness for the defense was the aforementioned emo/goth skunk, Annette Vergeer. Emo/goth/skunk Vergeer was the second defense witness to recommend that poor, poor, devastated, life’s a burden now pusstorius get house arrest and do some anger management and some community service. She seems to be under the impression that Pusstorius is vulnerable and they are ill equipped to deal with disabled inmates. Really said the 88 other disabled convicts currently housed in South African Prisons? Does that mean we can get house arrest too? The emo Skunk went on to say that Oscar would be vulnerable to rape and extortion to avoid rape if incarcerated. Awwww. You kill a person in cold blood and bad things can happen to you in prison. That is so, so sad.  South African corrections services took umbrage to what the emo skunk had to say and immediately released the following tweet. Because now, just like everybody poops, everybody tweets. Correctional services dept says its “noted with concern inaccurate serious allegations that sought to cast doubt” re SA prisons

On cross, Gerri Nel immediately went on the attack, and unfortunately there isn’t anybody there to calm him down with good boy treats. Turns out that The emo skunk is being paid (just like every other defense witness probably) to testify for poor, poor Oscar. No numbers were brought up so I’m just going with a whole shit ton.

A few other strange and somewhat disturbing things that came out during todays pity party were that A) the Steenkamps have been receiving the equivalent of $600 us per month from Oscar for the past 18 months. This was confirmed by the Steenkamps lawyer. They say they needed the money at the time to live (which of course begs the question, were they living off of Reeva?) but are now prepared to give it back. It also came out that Oscar offered a lump sum payout to them of $35000 US. Thirty five thousand. That is apparently what Reeva’s life was worth to Oscar. The SteenKamps turned that down and it was also brought forth that there will be no civil suit. They don’t want any blood money from poor, poor Oscar. This whole thing bothers me on several levels. I’m still shaking my head. Goddamn murder money. It’s becoming a viable business apparently.

The emo skunk is still under cross when court reconvenes at whatever O’clock Pretoria time later on. Can’t wait. After that Nell is bringing out his witnesses to refute the defenses mitigation claims. This may take another two or three days and then Oscar can get his I shot my girlfriend and all I got was house arrest T-shirt and we can all go home.

That’s it for tonight my lovelies. I hope you all have a great evening, and I will see you all again tomorrow.

Really Big Mean Dog peacing the fuck out.

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4 Responses to The Oscar Pusstorius Pity Party Continues-And We Are All Still Invited

  1. BlueWhiteRed says:

    “…I am likening it to a war. (no offense to people who have actually been in wars) A large part of war is strategy and tactics.”
    No offense taken; good analogy. Strategy and tactics critical. Don’t give up the ship!

    • reallybigmeandog says:

      BlueWhiteRed: I am not giving up any ground. We just need to hold the line till my re-enforcements arrive in the form of registered court documents.

  2. Deb says:

    I appreciate the updates on the pissy pusstorias (or…the pussy pisstorias, as the terms are interchangeable) trial sentencing phase. It’s both enlightening and disheartening to find out that justice is being perverted world-wide. At least you make us aware of it with humor, so we don’t all do a lemming type of avoidance therapy run…

    • reallybigmeandog says:

      Hai Deb. You get a gold star today for putting pepsi through my nose. lemming avoidance therapy run. I am still howling about that. I might use it. Is that okay with you? It’s hella funny. And thanks.

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