David Carradine Dead At 74

h is family are now saying it might ahve been m,urder. they say david was obsessed with secret societies and was inevstigating underground kung fu gangs. this just keeps gettingweirder and more awesome.
 
h is family are now saying it might ahve been m,urder. they say david was obsessed with secret societies and was inevstigating underground kung fu gangs. this just keeps gettingweirder and more awesome.

really? i heard that one of his ex wives said part of the reason she divorced him was cuz he was involved in deviant sexual behavior, including an incestuous relationship with a close relative. i read it on the smoking gun. if thats the case, then him tying a rope around his throat and balls to get off seems pretty believable.
 
really? i heard that one of his ex wives said part of the reason she divorced him was cuz he was involved in deviant sexual behavior, including an incestuous relationship with a close relative. i read it on the smoking gun. if thats the case, then him tying a rope around his throat and balls to get off seems pretty believable.

maybe the secret so ciety of kung f ugangsters knew about this and used it as a cover up. they're probably connected with the illuminati,
 
Kung Fu star David Carradine's body found in a wig and fishnet stockings
By Paul Thompson
Last updated at 11:29 AM on 09th June 2009

Kung Fu star David Carradine was dressed in a woman's wig and fishnet stockings when he was found dead in a Bangkok hotel room, it has been revealed.
Red lingerie was also folded on the bed and an erotic photograph pinned to the wall - supporting theories that he accidentally killed himself during an act of auto-erotic asphyxiation.
The fresh revelations about the four-times-married 72-year-old's passing will further disturb the Kill Bill star's family.
They were shocked yesterday by the publication of what appears to be a crime scene photo showing his body in a Thai newspaper.

A grainy photograph showing a naked man with both hands bound at the wrist and suspended above the head was published in the Thai Rath tabloid.
The face is blacked out and other areas obscured. Thai police believe the photo was taken by a member of the forensic team and leaked to the newspaper.
Keith Carradine, the actor's half brother, said in a statement that the family were 'profoundly disturbed by the release in Thailand of photographs taken at the scene of David Carradine's death,' and threatened legal action against further distribution.

Since Carradine was found last Thursday there have been conflicting reports on the circumstances of his death.
Family members insist the Kill Bill star would not have committed suicide and his U.S.-based lawyer Vicki Roberts claimed the star had been murdered.
Relatives went on to suggest he had been assassinated for delving into the affairs of secretive martial arts sects associated with crime.
A panel member on the Larry King show on U.S. television said: 'David was very interested in investigating and disclosing secret societies

Carradine's family lawyer Mark Geragos replied: 'Absolutely. What that means is connected to his interest in martial arts.'
'And so there is a suspicion that if there was some foul play, that may be the first area they should look.'

His widow, Annie Bierman, whom he married in 2004, has asked for an independent post mortem examination and has questioned the Thai investigation.
Thai authorities, however, insist the actor was alone in his hotel room and said this was supported by CCTV footage which did not show anyone entering or leaving his room.
Police spokesman Colonel Somprasong Yenthaum said U.S. embassy officials were present during the crime scene investigation.

'I am confident we are working on the right track. U.S. embassy representatives saw every step of the investigation process in the hotel room,' he said.

He said Carradine's relatives had the right to seek help from the FBI, but added that the bureau would have to contact Thailand's attorney general, who would then decide whether to forward the request to the police.
'We can work with FBI if they request and their request is passed. But if they don't come, we can do our jobs,' he added.
FBI spokeswoman Laura Eimiller said the agency generally only gets involved in death investigations overseas if a crime is suspected.
Pornthip Rojanasunand, director of Thailand's Central Institute of Forensic Science, said the circumstances under which Carradine died suggest that he may have been performing auto-erotic asphyxiation.
The practice involves temporarily cutting off the supply of oxygen to the brain to heighten the effects of a sexual stimulation.
Singer Michael Hutchence was found dead in 1997 in similar circumstances.
The lead singer of the Australian band INXS was found hanging in his hotel room and family members believe he was experimenting with the sex game rather than suicide.

Carradine's former wives say he regularly tied himself up for sexual kicks, ignoring warnings he might one day kill himself.

Yesterday it was revealed that the star's fourth wife, Marina Anderson, had filed divorce papers against Carradine in 2003, citing his potentially deadly 'abhorrent and deviant sexual behaviour' as a reason for the breakdown of their marriage.
Speaking about the theory that he was assassinated, she said: 'If he was involved in secret societies, it was a secret even I didn't know about.'

Another former wife, Gail Jensen, who was married to him for ten years, also said he had a penchant for bondage.
 
totally. f***ing deviant. how dare he have different sexual proclivities! and don't get me started on the queers...

Quite.Agree.

However now the whole world knows and therein lies the rub.:straightface:
 
Here is the newspaper clipping that includes the fake photo his family is freaking out about..looks like a Sweet Transvestite from Transexual, Transylvania to me :thumb:

thai-rath.jpg
 
Why

Because it feels good;

because it gives me an erection;

because it makes me come;

because I'm sick;

because there was so much sickness;

because I say f*** THE SICKNESS;

because I like the attention;

because I was alone a lot;

because I was different;

because kids beat me up on the way to school;

because I was humiliated by nuns;

because of Christ and the Crucifixion;

because of Porky Pig in bondage, force-fed by some sinister creep in a black cape;

because of stories of children hung by their wrists,

burned on the stove, scalded in tubs;

because of Mutiny on the Bounty;

because of cowboys and Indians;

because of Houdini;

because of my cousin Cliff;

because of the forts we built and the things we did inside them;

because of what's inside me;

because of my genes;

because of my parents;

because of doctors and nurses;

because they tied me to the crib so I wouldn't hurt myself;

because I had time to think;

because I had time to hold my penis;

because I had awful stomachaches and holding my penis made it feel better;

because I felt like I was going to die;

because it makes me feel invincible;

because it makes me feel triumphant;

because I'm a Catholic;

because I still love Lent, and I still love my penis, and in spite of it all I have no guilt;

because my parents said BE WHAT YOU WANT TO BE, and this is what I want to be;

because I'm nothing but a big baby and I want to stay that way, and I want a mommy forever, even a mean one, especially a mean one;

because of all the fairy tale witches, and the wicked stepmother, and the stepsisters, and how sexy Cinderella was, smudged with soot, doomed to a life of servitude;

because of Hansel, locked in the witch's cage until he was fat enough to eat;

because of "O" and how desperately I wanted to be her;

because of my dreams;

because of the games we played;

because I've got an active imagination;

because my mother bought me Tinker Toys;

because hardware stores give me hard-ons;

because of hammers, nails, clothespins, wood, padlocks, pullies, eyebolts, thumbtacks, staple-guns, sewing needles, wooden spoons, fishing tackle, chains, metal rulers, rubber tubing, spatulas, rope, twine, C-clamps, S-hooks, razor blades, scissors, tweezers, knives, pushpins, two-by-fours, Ping-Pong paddles, alligator clips, duct tape, broomsticks, barbecue skewers, bungie cords, sawhorses, soldering irons;

because of tool sheds;

because of garages;

because of basements;

because of dungeons;

because of The Pit and the Pendulum;

because of the Tower of London;

because of the Inquisition;

because of the rack;

because of the cross;

because of the Addams Family playroom;

because of Morticia Addams and her black dress with its octopus legs;

because of motherhood;

because of Amazons;

because of the Goddess;

because of the moon;

because it's in my nature;

because it's against nature;

because it's nasty;

because it's fun;

because it flies in the face of all that's normal (whatever that is); because I'm not normal;

because I used to think that I was part of some vast experiment and that there was this implant in my penis that made me do these things and that allowed THEM (whoever THEY were) to monitor my activities;

because I had to take my clothes off and lie inside this plastic bag so the doctors could collect my sweat;

because once upon a time I had such a high fever that my parents had to strip me naked and wrap me in wet sheets to stop the convulsions;

because my parents loved me even more when I was suffering;

because surrender is sweet;

because I was born into a world of suffering;

because I'm attracted to it;

because I'm addicted to it;

because endorphins in the brain are like a natural kind of heroin;

because I learned to take my medicine;

because I was a big boy for taking it;

because I can take it like a man;

because, as somebody once said, HE'S GOT MORE BALLS THAN I DO;

because it is an act of courage;

because it does take guts;

because I'm proud of it;

because I can't climb mountains;

because I'm terrible at sports;

because NO PAIN, NO GAIN;

because SPARE THE ROD AND SPOIL THE CHILD;

because YOU ALWAYS HURT THE ONE YOU LOVE.

- bob flanagan
 
Why

Because it feels good;

because it gives me an erection;

because it makes me come;

because I'm sick;

because there was so much sickness;

because I say f*** THE SICKNESS;

because I like the attention;

because I was alone a lot;

because I was different;

because kids beat me up on the way to school;

because I was humiliated by nuns;

because of Christ and the Crucifixion;

because of Porky Pig in bondage, force-fed by some sinister creep in a black cape;

because of stories of children hung by their wrists,

burned on the stove, scalded in tubs;

because of Mutiny on the Bounty;

because of cowboys and Indians;

because of Houdini;

because of my cousin Cliff;

because of the forts we built and the things we did inside them;

because of what's inside me;

because of my genes;

because of my parents;

because of doctors and nurses;

because they tied me to the crib so I wouldn't hurt myself;

because I had time to think;

because I had time to hold my penis;

because I had awful stomachaches and holding my penis made it feel better;

because I felt like I was going to die;

because it makes me feel invincible;

because it makes me feel triumphant;

because I'm a Catholic;

because I still love Lent, and I still love my penis, and in spite of it all I have no guilt;

because my parents said BE WHAT YOU WANT TO BE, and this is what I want to be;

because I'm nothing but a big baby and I want to stay that way, and I want a mommy forever, even a mean one, especially a mean one;

because of all the fairy tale witches, and the wicked stepmother, and the stepsisters, and how sexy Cinderella was, smudged with soot, doomed to a life of servitude;

because of Hansel, locked in the witch's cage until he was fat enough to eat;

because of "O" and how desperately I wanted to be her;

because of my dreams;

because of the games we played;

because I've got an active imagination;

because my mother bought me Tinker Toys;

because hardware stores give me hard-ons;

because of hammers, nails, clothespins, wood, padlocks, pullies, eyebolts, thumbtacks, staple-guns, sewing needles, wooden spoons, fishing tackle, chains, metal rulers, rubber tubing, spatulas, rope, twine, C-clamps, S-hooks, razor blades, scissors, tweezers, knives, pushpins, two-by-fours, Ping-Pong paddles, alligator clips, duct tape, broomsticks, barbecue skewers, bungie cords, sawhorses, soldering irons;

because of tool sheds;

because of garages;

because of basements;

because of dungeons;

because of The Pit and the Pendulum;

because of the Tower of London;

because of the Inquisition;

because of the rack;

because of the cross;

because of the Addams Family playroom;

because of Morticia Addams and her black dress with its octopus legs;

because of motherhood;

because of Amazons;

because of the Goddess;

because of the moon;

because it's in my nature;

because it's against nature;

because it's nasty;

because it's fun;

because it flies in the face of all that's normal (whatever that is); because I'm not normal;

because I used to think that I was part of some vast experiment and that there was this implant in my penis that made me do these things and that allowed THEM (whoever THEY were) to monitor my activities;

because I had to take my clothes off and lie inside this plastic bag so the doctors could collect my sweat;

because once upon a time I had such a high fever that my parents had to strip me naked and wrap me in wet sheets to stop the convulsions;

because my parents loved me even more when I was suffering;

because surrender is sweet;

because I was born into a world of suffering;

because I'm attracted to it;

because I'm addicted to it;

because endorphins in the brain are like a natural kind of heroin;

because I learned to take my medicine;

because I was a big boy for taking it;

because I can take it like a man;

because, as somebody once said, HE'S GOT MORE BALLS THAN I DO;

because it is an act of courage;

because it does take guts;

because I'm proud of it;

because I can't climb mountains;

because I'm terrible at sports;

because NO PAIN, NO GAIN;

because SPARE THE ROD AND SPOIL THE CHILD;

because YOU ALWAYS HURT THE ONE YOU LOVE.

- bob flanagan

Whoa, Bob Flanagan! I saw a performance art show he gave millions of years ago, and he had closepins on his nipples, he had a Prince Albert, and the only thing that made him happy was his companion for years. And pain, of course. If you want to read about Bob, check out the RE series. Lots of agonizing pics in it.
 
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