Two-time turd-spelunker caught peering up from the bottom of pit latrines again
Portland's Gary Moody has been caught -- for a second time -- hiding inside a pit latrine at a campsite. The first time he claimed he'd dropped his wedding ring (authorities sieved the biomass and found no ring); this time he claimed he'd dropped his shirt. In an affidavit, he describes himself as having an "outhouse problem."
Man accused of climbing into pit toilet - again (Thanks, Teena!)In October of 2005, Moody pleaded no contest to trespass. The judge imposed a 30-day jail sentence but suspended all of it in exchange for two years of probation.
Moody was ordered to pay a $1,000 fine and $700 restitution to the Forest Service for the cost of pumping out the toilet tank and screening the contents. He also was sentenced to 30 days in jail in Maine for violating conditions of his probation by leaving the state without permission. He had been on probation for a drunken-driving conviction.
"This gentleman has been subject to a great deal of media scrutiny and drawn to himself, should I say, notoriety. And a healthy share of bathroom humor, if you will," District Court Judge Pamela Albee said during the sentencing in New Hampshire.
(Image: Toilet seat in Cap-Haitien a Creative Commons Attribution ShareAlike image from le Korrigan's photostream)
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A Cowboy discovered an Indian Chief stuck inside a remote pit latrine and asked him : "How long have ya been there?", the Chief replied : "Many moons, many moons".
Post title of the year, right there.
@sakri: gold, pure gold. love it.
Yep, "Two-time turd-spelunker" is just a fab title, well done.
Great title, (sorry for pun), man must have Sh*t for brains...
He should come and live in the UK, the government here would happily shit on him every day from a great height.
It's hard for me to imagine (or perhaps, all too easy, I can't decide) what level of child abuse was done to this poor man to make him what he is today. People like this are made not born.
Now you know why I always LOOK down into that black hole before I sit down. (I remember there was a composting toilet on the A.T. that had an animal living in it, a woodchuck or something.)
Guy should have used a more reasonable excuse: "I crapped by accident, and I want my turd back. . . but it's taking me a while to figure out which one's mine."
About 10+ years ago, there was a guy arrested for doing the same thing at a pit toilet at one of our provincial parks. If memory serves me correctly, the local running club put on an informal run from the park called the "peek before you leak" run.
Ill Lich, reminds me of when a bat came flying out between my legs while I was feeling particularly vulnerable. Outhouses just aren't a whole lot of fun.
Man, and I was eating too.
That guy needs some serious psychiatric help.
dculberson...I would have shit myself again if that had happened to me. Jesus!
... The precious, my precious.
I would really hate to be the cop that had to arrest that guy.
How do you discipline a man who's more than happy to be face-deep in crap?
@#12 Jack Daniel - Wash his mouth out with soap?
Ninja unicorn turd chaser
"This elevator only goes to the basement. Someone made an aawwwwfulll mess down there..."
-Grandpa Simpson
Put him in a clean room for a week.
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/england/west_yorkshire/8233786.stm
At least he has someone to talk to...
Founding Moody Blues band member, Gary Moody, known for writing such early hits as, Lunch Break: Peak Hour and Voices in the Sky, admits publicly to liking the smell of poo, denies any wrongdoing
I hear about something like this every few years and then my brain tricks itself into doubting the source and therefore the validity. I was talking to my wife about this less than a month ago but dismissed it as probably being an urban legend.
I just came up with Le spéléologue dans la crotte which I think would be a very good title in French. Crotte (excrement) sounds similar to grotte (subterranean cave).
Capital Headline, chap. Bravo to Cory.
Maybe it's his lifelong dream to contract hepatitis.
He should get a job as a customer service rep for a Verizon, those people get crppd on all day.
If he was caught twice, how many times did he get away with it?! Some people just gravitate to the polar opposite of the socially acceptable, i.e. guys wearing earrings, eye liner, painting their nails, girls with massive tatoos, and such.
I sat at a red light next to a big guy with tats and earrings on his cell. When I noticed his nails painted black, I almost yelled "Hey Susie! Get off the phone! -oops, I thought you were your mommy." I probably would have if his window had been down.
Some people just gravitate to the polar opposite of the socially acceptable, i.e. guys wearing earrings, eye liner, painting their nails, girls with massive tatoos, and such.
Do you live in Mayberry?
@Troofseeker #25: You think a guy wearing earrings is comparable to someone who hides in excrement hoping to get shit on? Did you just get here from 1957 or something?
Do not feed the troll.
My cell has earrings too. So what? I'm a good husband and father.
Troof, huh? I really thought we were passed all that with you.
So one day I'm out in the country using one of those multiple-seat outhouses. The guy next to me is finishing up his business, pulling up his pants, and some change falls out of his pocket into the hole. He looks down into the hole for a moment, then, grumbling, pulls out his wallet and tosses a bunch of twenty-dollar bills down, must've been at least a hundred bucks. Astonished, I ask him what the hell he's doing. He replies, "What, you think I'm gonna go down there for just thirty-five cents?"
Antinous, Emperor of one-liners. Stay away from the Nile, my friend, we wouldn't want to lose you.
1. I've never seen a cell phone with tattoos and earrings. Cool.
2. Moody faces one count ... of leaving refuse in an exposed and unsanitary condition.
Accused of stirring the shit? Me too. Many times.
3. SAKRI, you've made my day. (a good laugh a day keeps cultists away.)
Hey troofie is that you? You get yur ass banned from Sadly,No! again?
"How do you discipline a man who's more than happy to be face-deep in crap?"
You don't, you treat paraphilias with compassion. Waddyaknow it works?! You sit down with them, talk it out and use well known and understood behavioral techniques to gradually lessen the symptoms. Unfortunately there is no real cure for any paraphilia.
What's that? You think you are better than he is? Think again Einstein. Everyone is "bent", just that for some of us our symptoms are more socially acceptable. But you know that... that little "thing" that you do you? You know... that shake... that's no different... not really.
noen #35:
You sit down with them, talk it out and use well known and understood behavioral techniques to gradually lessen the symptoms.
Sit down with them or sit down on them? (Sorry, that was too easy.)
I don't have a problem with people who have different kinks than I do unless they end up involving other people who aren't consenting adults. A ranger who has to spend his day dealing with Mr. Poopy and the mess he made falls into the "unwilling participant" category.
Child abuse? Really, Noen?
You've never come across a well-adjusted scat fetishist before?
I mean it is disgusting - as in, literally dirty and unhealthy - but many people have an exaggerated interest in feaces, and a highly sexual one at that.
Hell, I've been know to enjoy urination in a sexual context, as many people do.
Assuming abuse is just.... gah. Nothing polite to describe it, sorry.
Why do guys like this always end up being called gentlemen?
...like the sort of person that hurls abuse at people parked at traffic lights.
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Brainspore
"Sit down with them or sit down on them? (Sorry, that was too easy.)"
That's cute and yes, much too easy. The base animal desire to punish, to exact revenge, simply creates more victims. Indulging in such base desires to inflict pain on others is why America is the backwards third world country it is. Healing requires compassion, it demands that you reach out to the other and meet them where they live, discover the knot and then release it.
I know a woman, an acquaintance, who suffered childhood abuse the likes of which are beyond your imagining. Every night that she lays down her body lets out an involuntary blood curdling scream. She lives with her memories every waking minute of her life. What does she choose to do? She chooses to work with sex offenders, pedophiles, at a local prison. Do you think she walks in and beats them with a baseball bat? That's the fantasy isn't it? Meanwhile, back in the real world the way one treats offenders isn't by beating them to a pulp, that's how you make them, but through therapy. The therapeutic stance is one of compassion, not violence.
J France
"Child abuse? Really, Noen?"
Yes, really. Did you misunderstand and think I meant sexual abuse? Hardly. Most survivors that I know will tell you the physical or sexual acts were not the worse by far. A torn vagina will heal, broken bones mend and you can wash the shit and the blood from your bed sheets. It's the mind fuck that really hurts. That's where the real damage lies. I have a friend, not an acquaintance, who tells me she didn't really mind the blood. It was warm and at the age of five it provided much needed lubrication. Daddy was pretty big you know. It was the lies she hated, the dissembling, the pretending it didn't happen and that it was all normal, routine even. That was the part that did the real damage.
Abuse, what is it?
This is how we work. This is why survivors willingly work with offenders. This is why I said treatment requires compassion.
I speak the truth and I know what the fuck I'm talking about.
There is one major error in the quote from the story. This is NO 'gentleman'.
NEW VIDEO OF GARY MOODY
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YXa-0zuuWbo
Noen, I'm late to comment. But I've known alot of scat fetishists.
Your conflating that desire with child abuse is what I have a problem with, not what abuse is or who abuse is doled out too. Your fallback on highly graphic imagery is ... shocking? Not the first time I've been told of bleeding being a relief, for lubrications sake. Why do you assume I don't? You should know it's sadly more widespread that many care to think.
I, too, know abuse - personally and now professionally. In the sense that I work with people who are recovering from very extreme instances of it, normally via drug use.
Again - you're conflating of them with child abuse is beyond me. I missed that segue, big time.
In that last sentence "them" refers to scat fetishists, for clarity's sake. Since we're suddenly talking about a much more sensitive issue.