Is there a statute of limitations on rape?

I was chatting with my good friend Culturehustle the other day when he brought to my attention to the article copied below. Read, and be amazed:

Police say woman raped 200 times in 13 months

Wednesday, January 09, 2008

The Associated Press

BELLEFONTE, Pa. -- State police say a Centre County man sneaked into a woman's house and raped her nearly 200 times over a 13-month period.

That has led to more than 1,100 charges including multiple counts of rape, burglary, sexual assault, aggravated indecent assault, criminal trespass and terroristic threats against 29-year-old Roy Chamberlin.

Police say the woman was too terrified to call police or tell her husband.

Mr. Chamberlin is already in the Centre County prison awaiting trial on an unrelated count of attempted murder.

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Now, it should be known that I consider rape to be one of the most vile, horrible crimes possible, and that anyone responsible for perpetrating such a blatant and cruel violation of another person should be castrated in the most painful way possible and / or dumped into some sort of bear pit. That being said, does the above man really deserve over 1,100 criminal charges? There is no question in my mind that he could have raped this woman 1, 5, 10, or even 20 times. Fear is a very powerful motivator, and I have no problem believing that this woman would have been afraid to go to her husband or the police, despite feeling completely violated and powerless. But 200 times? I'm not sure that I buy into her fear being so overpowering that she was unable to tell ANYONE for over 13 months. Furthermore, wouldn't you think that at some point after, I don't know, maybe 100 "successful" rapes, the man would no longer bother to "sneak into the house?" I mean really, I would think that after 8 or so months, the rapist would probably have reached a state of complacency about the whole situation and would no longer feel it necessary to sneak around.

I don't mean to sound insensitive, but the whole situation seems questionable. It certainly is possible, I guess, that this woman was so paralyzed with fear that she was unable to take action for over a year, despite the torture that she was surely enduring. But maybe this is just her way of covering for and making a blame-free escape from a torrid affair that she knew would come to light eventually. Because seriously, 200 times? Yeeesh.

Who wants a moustache ride?

My perv stash is coming along swimmingly. I've already gotten several comments on how creepy it looks, and I'm generally pleased with the level of sketchiness that seems present wherever I go. In another week or two I might even go and buy a Ford Econoline panel van. Kind of like this one.

Hot Cuppa Death

I just found out I have been advised to discontinue use of the company-issued mug that I've been slurping from on a daily basis for the last month or so. The reason? It "may contain trace amounts of lead and cadmium." Awesome.

Okey dokey, Dr. Jones. Hold on to your potatoes!

As some of you may know, I have a raging hardon great appreciation for all things Indiana Jones. And as some of you may also know, Lego has released a series of special Indiana Jones edition playsets to commemorate the most recent (and final) installment of the former trilogy, "Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull." Several of the sets are pictured here.

Capitalizing on this brilliant piece of marketing, a member of Lego fansite Brickshelf has assembled a series of scenes from the first two movies (Raiders of the Lost Ark and Temple of Doom, for those not in the know), and they are straight dope. I was a Lego fan when I was younger, and I loved the ability to build just about anything with a bag of seemingly incongruous pieces. But these sets really take it to another level, and the level of detail present in some of these scenes is outstanding. Note, for example, the scars on the face of the big bald Nazi that eventually gets chopped up by the Nazi flying wing in Raiders, or the LAO CHE on the airplane door from the opening escape sequence in Temple. My hat is off to you, sir.

Full galleries here:

Raiders of the Lost Ark

Temple of Doom

It's Old News, But I'm Still Pissed

Seriously, Amazon? wtf?

I also have a "wireless reading device." It's called a book, and its controls aren't subpar, its wireless network doesn't get wonky in the Midwest, and it can even be in color sometimes. This, coupled with the most recent phone offering from VTech (now you can text message from your home land-line phone! omglolz!!1!), seem to represent a frightening current trend in technology, namely retarded products. Stupid ideas that come to fruition simply because we have the ability to build them, not because we have a need to. A solution looking for a problem, as it were. If you buy either of these pieces of useless technology, you're officially an idiot. A dumb idiot.

You want the moustache on or off?

Too bad.

I've been noticing a trend among blogs lately where people have been documenting an ongoing experience in their lives. Usually the topic is something related to personal improvement, such as losing weight or building muscle, and consequently the outcome is usually failure. Let's face it, how many people actually have the fortitude to stick with their resolutions of self-improvement? Answer: very few. But in an effort to increase my readership (I'm shooting for 2!) I decided that I should attempt such a feat, if for no other reason than to encourage regular posting on here, since I've been absent pretty much from the start. However, in keeping with my less-than-conventional nature (read: I think I'm better than you), I've decided to go the opposite direction from the crowd and go with self-disimprovement. What does that mean? You probably guessed it already. I'm growing a perv stash.

Unfortunately, I made this decision about a week ago, and I've been too busy to do an initial post, so I've got no baseline photo. I do, however, have one that I just took a few minutes ago, and I've gotta say that the lighting, the flash, and that bit of dirt on my upper lip all combine to make me appear quite the skeezy zombie. Have a look:


And for those of you who don't recall my previous attempts at facial hair, here's a primer:



Needless to say, horrible, hideous facial hair permutations are sure to follow. I'll be sure to keep my fans updated.

Also, you may have noticed that I'm no longer using music-related titles. You're right! The novelty of the idea wore off after only 4 posts. Who would have thought?

Also, what has 2 thumbs and is done applying to law school?

This guy.