Nyuk Nyuk - SNUKA was NEVER Thrown in Jail - Who Says Life is Fair?

A few scenes in the life of a pro-wrestler scumbag diarrhea-skinned dog whose fake name was Jimmy Snuka.

We go backward in time.

First, Snuka before he finally croaked a few days ago. He was doing the Mafioso game of "I don't know where I am, is this a court house? Why am I on trial? I didn't do nothing."

Somehow, the authorities were getting around to maybe charging him with killing his girlfriend, which happened 30 years earlier. For 30 years, the prick was making a living, showing off his fake strength on other steroid-loaded latent homosexuals and woman-haters.

Another photo...unlike REAL sportsmen, pro wrestlers never retire. They dye their hair and keep at it into their 60's and 70s, because they are doing stupid shit in front of stupid shit heads. Christ, the old, "smack your face into the turnbuckle" bit. Never gets old. Neither do old wrinkle-faced bastards like greasy Jimmy.

And lastly, a typical photo of him which appeals to latent homosexuals who like muscular drag queen freaks.

OK, 20 years earlier than THAT image, he was a real piece o' beefcake. You can Google one of THOSE if you live in San Francisco, have an anus that never closes, and like photos of D-list 80-something actresses dressed up to look like they died.

No, my interest in pro wrestling ended when I was old enough to understand that you do NOT stomp your foot on a drum-like canvas at the same time you land a fake-punch on someone.

I no longer had an interest in seeing sado-humiliation done schoolyard style, with a lot of bullying from the bully, and a lot of begging from whatever coward was now on his knees. The whole melodrama, done under steroids and in panties, began to repulse me. It didn't help that instead of mild idiotic antics from a flamboyant fop (Magnificent Maurice) or an acromegaly fool (The Swedish Angel) or a sweaty immigrant (Bruno Sammartino), the action was being performed by blatant sadists, drug-taking creeps and redneck low-life scum. There was too much real blood, fake blood, and costumes that were truly disturbing and horrific with nasty bastards inhabiting them.

There was also all-out racism in who the villains were (ah, crazy Sheiks but no Jews! Let's be thankful for that), a truly odious promoter in Vince McMahon (the one who consented to let Trump shave his head at a Wrestlemania event) and fighters literally dropping dead because of the drugs they were on.

I only knew of assholes like Snuka because pro wrestling, like Kardashians, is never far from being plugged by the Moron-Media.

One thing we all do when we are in utter hell and misery, is look on the bright side of life (whistle, whistle). We're supposed to feel better knowing somebody's in worse shape.

We're upset about some minor problem like gaining weight, or having the flu? We point to somebody blind or legless. We're upset that we lost a job? We look to the headlines of people losing their lives. Gosh, be thankful YOU weren't in that nightclub when the Muzzie got out the Uzi!

When Snuka croaked the other day, it reminded SOME of us, not that we should be thankful to not have cancer (yet) or be added by Alzheimers, but be glad we're alive, unlike Snuka's girlfriend.

Nancy Argentino was only 23, and Snuka beat the shit out of her and killed her. And got away with it.

That puts your minor problems into perspective, huh? You have no lover at the moment, or your lover is a tremendous lunatic? At least your lover didn't kill you...and get away with it!

HOW the FUCK does that happen? How, when you're the only suspect, and are the only one with a motive, and are a well known steroid-fueled violent maniac of a sub-human piece of shit, are you NOT arrested?

There were no other suspects. The circumstantial evidence was TREMENDOUS. This was a homicide. But nyuking Snuka didn't go to trial. The detectives were waiting for him to confess? They were waiting for him to be like O.J. Simpson and do another crime so they could arrest him for THAT? They were waiting to see if he'd beat up and kill some other woman?

The details, courtesy of Wikipedia:

"On May 10, 1983, a few hours after defeating José Estrada at a WWF TV taping at the Lehigh County Agricultural Hall in Allentown, Pennsylvania, Snuka placed a call for an ambulance. When emergency personnel arrived at his room at the George Washington Motor Lodge, they found that his girlfriend, Nancy Argentino, had been injured. She was transported to Allentown's Sacred Heart Medical Center, where she died shortly after of "undetermined craniocerebral injuries."

The coroner's report stated that Argentino, 23, died of traumatic brain injuries consistent with a moving head striking a stationary object. Autopsy findings show Argentino suffered more than two dozen cuts and bruises — a possible sign of "mate abuse" — on her head, ear, chin, arms, hands, back, buttocks, legs and feet. Forensic pathologist Isidore Mihalakis, who performed the autopsy, wrote at the time that the case should be investigated as a homicide until proven otherwise. Deputy Lehigh County coroner Wayne Snyder later said, "Upon viewing the body and speaking to the pathologist, I immediately suspected foul play and so notified the district attorney."

Snuka was the only suspect involved in the subsequent investigation. Although charges were not pressed at the time against Snuka, the case was left officially open. In 1985, Argentino’s parents won a $500,000 default judgment against Snuka in U.S. District Court in Philadelphia. Snuka appears not to have ever paid, claiming financial inability to do so."

Argentino died because she was attracted to some Hawaiian mongrel with tits bigger than hers. Her parents got some ambulance-chaser to file a suit, and ha ha, ho ho, hee hee, Snuka emptied his pockets and said, "Got nothing," and that was enough. Did he even declare bankruptcy?

The prick was embraced by his retarded fans for another 30 fucking years, and he lived long enough to become a walking vegetable and get a quick take-out thanks to a quick-moving cancer.

Nancy Argentino is, at best, a pulpy smelly pile of rancid flesh, if not a skeleton. Or incinerated dust. If her parents are still around, they can have the scant pleasure of thinking, "God finally got to that Snuka prick." And Saskia Basket-Case might be huffing, "If only he knew I was the young Joan Baez, he would've surely given me the six thousand pounds I need to make my album with a full band, AND book touring venues, and buy promo mugs and t-shirts!"

People like to quote John F. Kennedy as saying, "Who said life was fair?" Did he really say it? Did he say it over the sound of gunfire in Dallas?