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First to say cockfighter!!!
Posted by: ubetcha | December 18, 2006 at 04:27 PM
What's next they close Joe's House of Chicken Sushi?
Posted by: Addicted to 24 | December 18, 2006 at 04:28 PM
So much to comment on.
He "kept cocking alive"? Um, okay.
"The world doesn't understand the lives of chicken people"? Oh, I think we actually do.
Posted by: Suzy Q | December 18, 2006 at 04:31 PM
Has anyone notcied that the blog bot will let us say "cock" but not "d!ick"? Or is it just me?
Posted by: Suzy Q | December 18, 2006 at 04:33 PM
dick
must just be you
Posted by: blurk | December 18, 2006 at 04:34 PM
ahhh... perspective.
Posted by: fritchbeetle | December 18, 2006 at 04:34 PM
"I've been hooked on cockfighting since I was a little boy," Ratliff said, recalling how he watched at age 5 as new hatchlings pecked each other bloody. "There is no one to take my place."
Wow, that's special. And I don't think he's a BIT disturbed.
Hopefully, as he said himself, he kept the "sport" alive, and now it will slowly die out.
Posted by: muffles | December 18, 2006 at 04:34 PM
The Feathered Warrior WBATruly Lousy NFARB.
Oh, and "dick."
Posted by: Lairbo | December 18, 2006 at 04:36 PM
I remember where I was was when I heard this news.
Oh wait, that was the other story. Why was that not the tag on this story? "The Last Cockfighter". Sounds like the title to one of John Wayne's last westerns...
Posted by: jamester | December 18, 2006 at 04:40 PM
jamester,
That was "Rooster Cockburn" err..."Cogburn"
Posted by: blurk | December 18, 2006 at 04:41 PM
I think it would make a cool ending if the roosters all rose up and slashed him to death. Like you would expect to see in an episode of that "Masters of Horror" series on Showtime.
I know that sounds unusally cruel, but Jesus, people like that give me the creeps. And I'm not a cow hugger or anything. I just think calling sick activities like that a sport is asinine.
Posted by: Clark Kent | December 18, 2006 at 04:43 PM
"The ladies have a tender, easy touch" with the chickens, he said. "
Naahhh, on second thought, I'm not going there...
Posted by: AFKAT | December 18, 2006 at 04:43 PM
So sad to see the old cock go.
Posted by: Beppie | December 18, 2006 at 04:44 PM
Jmstr/Blrk: Yer both wrong, it was "The Man Who Shot Liberty Cockfighter." Or was it "The Quiet Cockfighter"? I forget now.
Posted by: Lairbo | December 18, 2006 at 04:48 PM
No, no, no...
It was "McClintcock"
Posted by: blurk | December 18, 2006 at 04:52 PM
Must remember not to read Blurk's comments while drinking...
Posted by: Hammond Rye | December 18, 2006 at 04:55 PM
Blrk: Hey-O!
Posted by: Lairbo | December 18, 2006 at 04:56 PM
dick
Posted by: Siouxie | December 18, 2006 at 05:09 PM
Siouxie, that must've been hard for you to say.
Posted by: blurk | December 18, 2006 at 05:10 PM
there I said it!
cock too
hehe...pffffffff to the bot!
Posted by: Siouxie | December 18, 2006 at 05:11 PM
um...actually it sorta slipped out, blurk.
Posted by: Siouxie | December 18, 2006 at 05:13 PM
*hates when that happens*
Posted by: Siouxie | December 18, 2006 at 05:13 PM
careful there...ya gotta stay on top of things.
Posted by: blurk | December 18, 2006 at 05:14 PM
No, no, no!
Rio Pollo!
Posted by: CJrun | December 18, 2006 at 05:14 PM
"The Flying Leathercocks"?
Which WBAGNFA really freaky rock band
Posted by: blurk | December 18, 2006 at 05:17 PM
la la la...
or some really freaky S & M group
Posted by: Siouxie | December 18, 2006 at 05:20 PM
There's not going to be any more education," Ratliff said. "I believe my school kept cocking alive."
I thought he taught something else, lol.
Posted by: DavetheRed | December 18, 2006 at 05:26 PM
I tried cock fighting once. Never again. I was sore for almost a week.
Posted by: Steve Bradford | December 18, 2006 at 05:27 PM
Went soft, did ya?
Posted by: blurk | December 18, 2006 at 05:28 PM
"You don't make'em fight," Ratliff said. "All you do is show 'em to each other and they get the fight on."
Is this what happens at the urinals? a bit of stiff competition?
Posted by: Siouxie | December 18, 2006 at 05:30 PM
Off Topic Alert!!!!
I got the below email today. I just wanted to let you all know I will not forget about you when I am rich.
FROM PRINCESS NAOMI KUNAR
ADDRESS/ AVE 11 RUE 45
ABIDJAN COTE D IVOIRE
Dear Respectful One
I beg your excuse for the inconveniences that this mail may cause to you in
that we have never had any initial contact my sincere apology.Permit me to
inform you of my desire of going into business relationship with you. I know
this mail may come to you as a surprise, since we have not known each other,
I am happy to request for your assistance and also to go into business
partnership with you, I believe that you will not betrayed my trust which I
am going to lay on you.
I am PRINCESS NAOMI KUNAR, 18years old and the only daughter of his royal
highnes king kunar ll late,My mother died whenI was just 7 years old .My
father was a king of the republic of serre leon and politicain who sponsors
politicains during his days. It is sad to say that he passed away
mysteriously 12th.Febuary 2003.Though his sudden death was linked or rather
suspected to have been poison plotted by an uncle of his who travelled with
him at that time. But God knows the truth!, and since then my father took me
so special. Before his death on February 12 2003 he called the secretary who
accompanied him to the hospital and told him that he has the sum of Four
Million two hundred thousand United State Dollars. (USD$4 200 000) left in a
security company in cote/divoire , it was deposited as family treasure
personal for security reasons. I am just 18 years old and a university
undergraduate and really don't know what to do.The reason why i request your
assistance and help is because am leaving in fear since my late father best
friend who brought me to cote/divoire was shot dead by assasines in the same
2003 three weeks later after the dead of my late father who where tracing me
also to make sure the whole family is wept out so since then i have been
hiding for fear because i know they are still after me so i have to leave
here since they know am here and can be trace and shot also.
This is because I have suffered a lot of set backs as a result of incessant
political crisis here in Ivory coast. The death of my father actually
brought sorrow to my life and my late fathers best friend who brought me
here. please, I am in a sincere desire of your humble assistance in this
regards. Your suggestions and ideas will be highly regarded. please Now
permit me to ask these few questions:-
1. Can I completely trust you on these?
2. What percentage of the total amount in question will be good for you.
3.when these two metal boxes of money get to you i will want you to make
arrgement for me to come to your country and continue my education since the
is political problem here in cote/divoire and am no more self?
Please I will like you consider this and get back to me as soon as
possible,with your phone number for oral discusing and more details,send
mail through my private mail address (Deleted by Addicted to 24)
Thank you so much.
My sincere regards,
PRINCESS NAOMI KUNAR
Posted by: Addicted to 24 | December 18, 2006 at 06:02 PM
For some reason I am pictuing Yoda teaching the chickens to stand on one leg while chanting "wax on, wax off".
Posted by: casey | December 18, 2006 at 06:02 PM
"Ratliff dismisses the Humane Society as 'just a bunch of idiots' who don't understand cockfighting culture."
"Married three times and twice divorced, his first wife wanted him to give her more attention than he gave the birds.
'I couldn't do that,' he said. 'I had my chickens before I had her.'"
Those are both weird quotes.
Posted by: James T. | December 18, 2006 at 06:18 PM
James T - not in Texas, they're not.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | December 18, 2006 at 06:19 PM
Addicted-
Congrats! I still haven't gotten any of the Nigerian scam letters. Sigh, I'm not that special.
Posted by: almne | December 18, 2006 at 06:22 PM
Keep hope alive Almne, Keep hope alive.
Posted by: Addicted to 24 | December 18, 2006 at 06:26 PM
and then there's that whole gamecock thing...
Posted by: mudstuffin | December 18, 2006 at 06:28 PM
Almne:
You really haven't received any Nigerian letters? I get roughly 20 a week. Of course, I investigate fraud so I visit some fairly weird places on the net.
Posted by: AFKAT | December 18, 2006 at 06:33 PM
*pecks Mike Ratliff*
Posted by: Cheryl Howard | December 18, 2006 at 06:44 PM
dick
Posted by: crossgirl | December 18, 2006 at 06:46 PM
see dick run
Posted by: Siouxie | December 18, 2006 at 07:13 PM
Try penicillin ...
Posted by: OtheU(manity) | December 18, 2006 at 07:46 PM
I hope they make Spotted Dick out of him and feed him to the chickens.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | December 18, 2006 at 08:13 PM
*multi snorks*
Sio, I resemble that remark!
Posted by: CJrun | December 18, 2006 at 08:18 PM
*snork..ewww* @ OtheU!!
I know CJ!!
Posted by: Siouxie | December 18, 2006 at 08:26 PM
*sniff, sniff*
Real, honest-to-goodness sad news.
Maybe, up in heaven, the Ranger lets you have the pick-a-nick basket.
Posted by: The Dread Pirate Chris | December 18, 2006 at 08:34 PM
Chris, I was JUST reading that and about to mention it.
may he R.I.P. in cartoon heaven...
Posted by: Siouxie | December 18, 2006 at 08:48 PM
firstly, cockfighting is fun to watch.
So is dogfighting.
But a dog can be cool, so it's a bit inhumane.
However, there are dogs that would be totally useless, except to fight. For example, pit-bulls.
Bred to fight.
Chickens, however do nothing but fight when they're alive. Well, fight and eat. That's why farmers only have 1 or MAYBE 2 roosters. Chicken's fight.
Chickens don't fetch, lick you on the face, hang out with you, mebbe even make love to your girl. Dogs do, and that makes them cool. Dogfighting is not so cool, fun to watch, but not very cool.
Cockfighting is a great idea, cause now you don't have to kill the chickens to eat them, they do it for you. Nothing wrong with that.
Also, if i remember correctly, this is NOT a family site. You can cuss all you want. But, if you do, expect to be harassed for not being more creative.
Thank you, and blank you.
8>
Nuff said.
Posted by: Psycho Joe | December 18, 2006 at 09:16 PM
dock..dick..dock...dick...dock
Posted by: Jazzzz | December 18, 2006 at 09:17 PM
Jazzzzie?? you
dticking???Posted by: Siouxie | December 18, 2006 at 09:29 PM
Hey, now - I had a pet rooster who was very sweet and would come when I called him. We had 4 pet roosters, and they didn't fight. None of the chickens we had fought. My brothers fought, and sometimes that was cool to watch. But I wasn't allowed to put cool weapons on them, like this Dick did to his cocks.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | December 18, 2006 at 09:32 PM
a moment of silence, please, for ....24....
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | December 18, 2006 at 09:33 PM
No, no, no!
It was 'The Man Who Pecked Liberty Valance.'
Posted by: CJrun | December 18, 2006 at 09:34 PM
Siouxie, you noticed
Posted by: Jazzzz | December 18, 2006 at 09:34 PM
The man that peckeRed Liberty Valance?
Posted by: Jazzzz | December 18, 2006 at 09:35 PM
The man that peckeRed Liberty Valance?
Posted by: Jazzzz | December 18, 2006 at 09:36 PM
Easy, cj - don't git yer tailfeathers in a chipper.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | December 18, 2006 at 09:36 PM
the bot has peckered me!!
Posted by: Jazzzz | December 18, 2006 at 09:39 PM
*observing the moment of silence*
*tick* *tock* *tick* *tock*
Annie, we had a black cock running around the neighborhood not too long ago...i'm sure he wasn't fighting ...just running for cover from us Florida drivers.
and yes, Jazzzzie...I noticed ;-)
Posted by: Siouxie | December 18, 2006 at 09:40 PM
'I keeps my feathers numbered for just such an occasion.'
[love that movie]
Posted by: CJrun | December 18, 2006 at 09:58 PM
Noticed whut?
Posted by: OtheU(manity) | December 18, 2006 at 10:03 PM
If Dicky Ratliff picked a flock of feathered peckers,
How many feathered peckers would Dicky Ratliff pick?
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | December 18, 2006 at 10:20 PM
You know what Nigeria needs? Cockfighting, that's what.
Posted by: Lairbo | December 18, 2006 at 10:33 PM
a fighting flock of feathered peckers?
which would, btw, bagnfa
CRock band.Posted by: Siouxie | December 18, 2006 at 10:33 PM
CJ? what movie?
Posted by: Siouxie | December 18, 2006 at 10:40 PM
'Walk The Line,' when John L and Jack Cash are walking with their fishing poles.
Posted by: CJrun | December 18, 2006 at 10:45 PM
Cockfighting school closes ...
Because cocks are meant for lovin' not fightin'
Posted by: Prplxdbrain | December 18, 2006 at 11:05 PM
um...yeah...and on that note...I'll be signing off.
Nite all..
btw,CJ...doesn't ring a bell...sorry ;-)
Posted by: Siouxie | December 18, 2006 at 11:16 PM
Sio, know your gone now, but I was doing something else. John L. Cash. Johnny Cash, the movie Reese Witherspoon one the Oscar for last year and Joaquim Phoenix should have. You and EC and I talked about it at Hooters, though I suspect you were distracted by the waitress *snork*.
I am trying to whistle past the graveyard and ignore the fact that there is a critical decision being made by others, on a wildlife project of mine. There is nothing more that I can think of to do. I have to fall back on training and trust and rely upon other people to do the right thing.
As Annie is wont to point out, correctly, I suppose I am manic. I zero-in on these problems to the exclusion of other things. There's no way I can sit back for another day waiting for a decision that is out of my hands, except to be self-indulgent and tell you about:
My Scary Christmas, Living With a Black Family, in the Ghetto
Years ago, a friend asked me to join him on an adventure. We were going to change the world. We were going to move into a dangerous neighborhood, live there, run our business from there, shop there, clean up everything we could get our hands on, and push each other. Things started out well enough, but a relationship issue arose that required me to move out of my half on short notice.
So I took a rental from a mutual friend, up the street. Yes, I said friend, even though he turned out to be a basket case. In the rental, I started ‘wooding-out,’ carefully sanding the old heart pine floors and getting settled. Until the ‘Jones’ family moved in. Imagine how your life might change, if you came ‘home’ to your rental house, and another family was moving in and asking who the heck you were.
It didn’t start out very well. Eventually, after I had helped Mom and Dad with the big stuff [couches, tables, washer and dryer] and the kids had beds to sleep on, Mom and Dad and I sat on their couches, piled up in one room [floors carefully sanded and filled, ready for varnish elsewhere, on the first floor!] and showed each other our leases. For the same premises, during the same time period. Tired people went to bed.
Thus began one of the weirdest periods of my life. We shared the house while we tried to straighten things out, legally. I relegated myself to my bedroom, a back porch, and the kitchen. That worked. Neither parent should ever be or have been allowed near a kitchen.
The kids would climb on my back [‘No feet or fingerprints!’] for floor sanding and varnishing and they would hang out on the countertops in the kitchen. I actually liked having them hang out in the kitchen, or in my office on the back porch [no parents allowed!]. They brought me their homework; their parents, smart business people, were useless on algebra and chemistry.
In return for bringing me their homework, I rewarded the kids with lunches and dinners [getting them out of bed and making breakfast being impossible], that didn’t come from a drive through. Honestly, for me, my fondest Christmas memory was during that roughly six-month period when we all shared a house, like some silly impossible sit-com, before I found a place across the street. Mind you, my lease was older and more valid, but I moved into an apartment building across the street full of crazy Ukranians, to cut my new friends some slack.
That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
Posted by: CJrun | December 19, 2006 at 12:00 AM
Sounds ... very interestin', CJ' ... and I mean that in the best possible way ...
Posted by: OtheU(manity) | December 19, 2006 at 12:38 AM
Hey! Who's observing the Swazi???
Posted by: Stevie W | December 19, 2006 at 01:21 AM
Oh good sheep! I just wanted to share a laugh with the headline and I realize there are many things snorkable!!
Still a hearty laugh for the headline!
Posted by: shellks | December 19, 2006 at 02:04 AM
There's gotta be a Bruce Valance joke here somewhere! (I have my own...feel free)
Posted by: shellks | December 19, 2006 at 02:38 AM
Love the story CJ!
Posted by: shellks | December 19, 2006 at 02:57 AM
CJ, now I remember that line/movie! sorry...at night, my brain cells are pretty much gone to bed and the wine is kicking in.
What a great story too! Very moving and Christmasy...I'm sure that was a fond memory for them as well.
oh and Morning!!
*turns on coffee maker*
Posted by: Siouxie | December 19, 2006 at 07:23 AM
morning guys. cj i love your story. anything that makes a good story possible is a plus. that's how i get through my dating life. my ears perked up when you said algebra.......wanna tutor a kid?
Posted by: crossgirl | December 19, 2006 at 08:47 AM
*fondly remembering the days when I was a "beginner cocker"*
Posted by: Layzeeboy | December 19, 2006 at 02:34 PM
Well, I feel sorry for those poor Texans. Modern society has clearly overtaken their favorite leisure occupations involving chickens. First it was "Crazy Marvin" and his obsession with the World Fameous Chicken Ranch, and now it's the the death nell for cock fighting. Wht are they going to do?
Posted by: Marine6 | December 20, 2006 at 08:44 AM
YOU KNOW, NONE OF THESE ANIMALS ARE FORCED TO FIGHT!! IT IS A NATURAL INSTINCT!!! LETS SAY I HAD A ROOSTER AND HE GOT LOOSE IF HE SAW ANOTHER ROOSTER AROUND HE WOULD MOST DEFINITELY FIGHT THE OTHER ROOSTER WITH NO HESITATION!!!! I HAVE KNOWN IT TO HAPPEN TO SEVERAL OF MY BUDDIES WHO HAVE GAME COCKS ( NOTE THIS WAS IN LOUISIANA) THEY WENT TO TOWN FOR A WHILE HIS ROOSTER GOT LOOSE AND WENT STRAIGHT FOR ANOTHER ROOSTER. THEY BOTH GOT PRETTY MESSED UP ( THE ROOSTERS)!!!!! HOWEVER THERE ARE SOME WHO HAVE POSTED ON THIS SITE THAT I ACTUALLY LIKE WHAT THEY SAID.
EL GALLERO
Posted by: EL GALLERO | January 31, 2007 at 03:07 PM
This guy knows the truth- caps lock is cruise control for cool.
Posted by: Moving Blankets | February 17, 2007 at 02:48 PM