Lethal Dose

No! Marky and I love him … the oozing stigmata for years … he was like a zombie movie come to life. I hope it’s not true. It really does seem like way too much work.

Italy’s Padre Pio ‘faked his stigmata with acid’

By Malcolm Moore in Rome
Last Updated: 2:36am BST 24/10/2007

Padre Pio, Italy’s most-loved saint, faked his stigmata by pouring carbolic acid on his hands, according to a new book.

The Other Christ: Padre Pio and 19th Century Italy, by the historian Sergio Luzzatto, draws on a document found in the Vatican’s archive. The document reveals the testimony of a pharmacist who said that the young Padre Pio bought four grams of carbolic acid in 1919.

Pio: in matching stigmata, flowers and robe, spring collection.

“I was an admirer of Padre Pio and I met him for the first time on 31 July 1919,” wrote Maria De Vito.

She claimed to have spent a month with the priest in the southern town of San Giovanni Rotondo, seeing him often. “Padre Pio called me to him in complete secrecy and telling me not to tell his fellow brothers, he gave me personally an empty bottle, and asked if I would act as a chauffeur to transport it back from Foggia to San Giovanni Rotondo with four grams of pure carbolic acid.

“He explained that the acid was for disinfecting syringes for injections. He also asked for other things, such as Valda pastilles.”

The testimony was originally presented to the Vatican by the Archbishop of Manfredonia, Pasquale Gagliardi, as proof that Padre Pio caused his own stigmata with acid. It was examined by the Holy See during the beatification process of Padre Pio and apparently dismissed.

Padre Pio, whose real name was Francesco Forgione, died in 1968. He was made a saint in 2002. A recent survey in Italy showed that more people prayed to him than to Jesus or the Virgin Mary. He exhibited stigmata throughout his life, starting in 1911.

The new allegations were greeted with an instant dismissal from his supporters. The Catholic Anti-Defamation League said Mr Luzzatto was a liar and was “spreading anti-Catholic libels”.

Pietro Siffi, the president of the League, said: “We would like to remind Mr Luzzatto that according to Catholic doctrine, canonisation carries with it papal infallibility.

“We would like to suggest to Mr Luzzatto that he dedicates his energies to studying religion properly.”

Valda Pastilles: have one with your stigmata today!

Ebay horror of the week*. I don’t know what’s worse - this contraption, or the description! At first, I thought it was custom-made, but it appears to have been an actual … product. Howie, buy it! Update: he already has one!

WHAT A HOTTIE! —————-”TOY”

“HOW WOULD YOU LIKE FOR HER TO SHAKE YOUR DRINK?”

”SHAKING AND ALL STIRED UP!”

“HERE:: WE HAVE A BOMB SHELL OR AS OLD SCHOOL,”" BUILT LIKE A BRICK S_ _ T HOUSE!”‘

”PUT YOU DRINK IN HER PELVIS DRINK TRAY MADE OF MEDAL . PUSH THE BUTTON AND

WATCH HER SHAKE IT”

”SHE ROTATES HER HIPS ROUND AND ROUND”

”HER BODY IS SOFT TO THE TOUCH OF SOFT RUBBER”

”LEGS THAT STRECH FOR MILES” (LEGS—- 7”—DOLL 13” —OVER ALL 151/4”)

”Boo B’s TRIPLE –D’s”

”ALBURN HAIR—- FLACHY BIG EYES—- PINK LIPS—– GOLD SHINY BAKINI”

”NICE”

1969 POYNTER PRODUCTS.INC.

CINCINNATI. OHIO PATENT PED.

MADE IN JAPAN

BLACK PLASTIC BOX, HAS CARD BOARD TAPED ON BOTTOM, I AM NOT FOR SURE WHY, MIGHT BE MISSING BATTERY OR CAPOINT COVER. I HAVE HAD IT FOR 2 YRS NOW AND HAVE NOT REPLACED BATTERS ,IF IT HAS ANY, BUT IT WORKS GREAT. AS IS !

Here’s Howie’s, still in the box:

*Thanks, Neal.

Photog Apollo Sputnik visits the LA County Fair.

same friend who sent me this claims he’s actually seen “Mickey’s Melon,” Rooney’s failed soda line … I can’t find any pix. If you do, please post.

In the meantime, enjoy this sicko site: The Mickey Rooney Experience.
They hate him as much as we do. (Nice photo of our Goddess Jayne being a good sport on the home page.)

From the fascinating Anecdotage.com site:

What a Weenie

Mickey Rooney’s record as a entrepreneur was not without its patchy spots. After investing in a cologne called “Me” (campaign slogan: “Put Me next to Him”) and a spray-on hair product (which worked fine until it got wet and turned into “something like cotton candy”), Rooney invented a round frankfurter which could be put in a hamburger bun. The product’s name? The “Weenie Whirl”!

Several Weenie Whirl restaurants soon opened on the East Coast, and soon closed. Among Rooney’s other business brainstorms: Disposable underwear and bras (called Rip-Offs and Tip-Offs, respectively) and pet drinks bearing such names as “Doggy Drink,” “Puppy Pop,” and “Kitty Cola.”]

[Trivia: At the height of his misfortune, Rooney earned extra cash by showing up at cocktail parties and pretending to be a friend of the host - at $500 a pop.]

How do I get a gig like that? Hell, if he showed up at my party, I’d pay him to leave!

Mamie ignorning Satan’s request to do the Weenie Whirl.

I could never do her justice as good as DListed can, but we are just lovin’ our Coco here at work. Towards the end of the day, burnt out from working on sometimes-gruesome topics, the Coco Fever starts to spark through the cubicles. Pretty soon the links are flying and the photos are getting exchanged as we all collectively gasp over her latest “All Hood” cover or her pretending to read for the camera. Why do we love Coco? How can you NOT? She’s a cartoon that Frank Tashlin could have created. Everything is overblown, exaggerated, and almost 3-D. Everything, just everything is wrong and it all adds up to one glorious freak that is Coco. It’s not like she’s trying to be serious about anything and I hope she stays that way. Besides, she’s only 5′2″! She must look like a fireplug! Her myspace page brings hours of endless amusement once you finish D-Listed.

why them? why not?