♥ shhexycorin ♥

It’s a fucking myth propogated by cunts that there was no major news presence at the infamous Kent State shootings. I was fucking there, mate… and it doesn’t get much more major than that. The reason I was there: my innate feeling for current events that won me my Pulitzers. It’s a sixth fucking sense, I’m telling you, and one my news editor at that time, Maurice Chinstream, didn’t fucking have. The yid cunt stood there in front of me, telling me to get to fucking Hickstead to watch Princess Anne twat about on a fucking horse. “No fucking way,” I told him, “I’m off to Ohio. Don’t ask me why, because I don’t know yet, but some fucking shit is going down. So take your fucking no foreskin, and fuck off.”

I arrived at the Kent State campus, and the place was fucking heaving with long-haired, Vietnam-dodging student wankers making some fucking fuss about some bollocks or other. I took my prototype Canon D70, a long lens and a Kodak disposable camera, which had 12 shots left on it. On top of the hill, I met this cunt, John Filo. He was clearly thinking of himself as a photographer, sitting there with his fucking hat on his knee, taking pictures of it. “Fancy yourself as a photographer, do you?” I asked him. “Take a fucking tip from a pro, and come to the bogs with me.” The ignorant twat probably had no idea who he was talking to, because he goes “oh no, sir, I’m going to stay here and take some pictures of this rally… it looks like the National Guard are here and it might turn ugly.”

Cunt.

The public toilets were just yards from where he was standing, and I’d not come 3000 miles to pass up some transatlantic cottaging. Fucking hell – the whole toilet was absolutely fucking rammed full of queers. It was easily the best day’s cottaging you could ever imagine. There was a queue for the stalls, and spunk all over the urinals. At least 12 top Presidential aides were in there, probably left with Presidential AIDS, too – the filthy deviant cunts. Those bogs was where the real action of May 4th 1970 took place. I was in the last cubicle on the right manhandling a huge fucking spade’s cock about when I heard some shots being fired. Fucking American cunts… sod them all, I reckoned. But there was a load of fucking racket continuing just outside, all these hairy shits running about, screaming and flapping.

I took my Kodak disposable and shot off just one frame through the glory hole. Fucking brilliant photo, it captured the FULL PICTURE, the overall flavour of the day. But the fucking Israelite fucking dago wog Pulitzer judges weren’t having any of it that year, and awarded the gong to that Puritanical shite Filo’s utterly unimaginative shot instead. I couldn’t believe it.