Pretty Boy Pavel - An eye for a few years

In the Bible it's "an eye for an eye."

In Russia, not so much.

"Let the punishment fit the crime..." nyet.

One of the stupidest and most repulsive "entertainment industry" crimes hasn't really gotten much attention in our Kardashian-obsessed world. It's the case of the snitty pretty boy ballet dance Pavel, who resented the new head of the Bolshoi ballet. So? Cue the acid attack.

Amazingly, modern medical technology was able to keep the victim from looking like a horror movie villain. The sulfuric acid burns aren't evident on his face. But one milky eye is blind and the other has restricted vision, by about 50%. The victim must put drops in his eyes periodically every day and not do anything athletic that might increase the pressure on his surviving orb.

Pretty Boy Pavel? He got jail. Six measly years. That's compared to years of physical pain and stress for his victim and a permanent disability. Pretty boy's partners in crime? 4 years for the prick who drove the get-away car, and 10 for the cowardly stooge who threw the acid.

It's at times like this that you kinda think the Muslims aren't totally nuts. If this happened in the Land of Islam, pretty boy Pavel might've had his legs chopped off. Or he would've lost at least one eye.

It really is a difficult question as to how much "mercy" to show an irresponsible hot-headed pretty boy prima donna faggot ballerina bastard like Pavel.

You'd have to wonder what the uproar would've been like if instead of the head of the Bolshoi, this had happened to a merely untalented pop star the tabloids keep slurping about. Maybe Pretty Boy Pavel would have groupies demanding he be set free, and the trial might STILL be going on.

The good news is that the victim is still directing, as best he can, the ballet. He can still squint enough to criticize dancers for not leaping high enough or executing a more dramatic turn. And he can still complain bitterly that...nobody gives much of a damn about the ballet, and that when he gets to bring his troupe to America, the box office dictates that he has to drag out a famous warhorse production because nobody would come to see anything new or experimental. In other words, he's disgusted with the entertainment values in the world, almost as much as he is with pretty boy Pavel.