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The final scene of First of the Gang to Die.
You can read this as either a one - shot (having not read FOTGTD; but it is better to actually read the story. I know, I know, eighty four chapters, but hey, you can power through it pretty quickly.) or as the ending to a story I put a LOT of effort into. I have gone over this chapter over and over again to make sure it's perfect; perfect in my fucked up mind, anyway. I made sure there's emotion here, just the tiniest amount of humor, references, romance etc... I tried real hard and hope you guys like it.
This is set in the early twentieth century, more specifically this chapter in 1940. Basically, Gerard Way is the Don of the Italian-American Mafia and is married to Frank. They have been married for six years, and first met when Gerard saved Frankie from his abusive fiance and then pretty much they got married. They lived in Los Angeles for little over a year in 1933 to 1934 but because of Gerard being all PMS-y about wanting to live in Italy and Frankie getting attacked repeatedly by enemies of the Don, they moved to Rome in 1935. They live with Luciana, Gerard's niece, but that's not very important since she's not really featured here...
...one of my biggest traits I tried to nail while writing First of the Gang was the topic of real, authentic-feeling love. Not either end of the fan fiction spectrum; from shitty smut ('Oh Gee/ oh Frankie, ur so hot omgz, letz fuck!!!!!1111one') to unbearable fluff that makes you want to shave your own eyes, I just wanted to get in a nice comfy middle. Maybe I didn't; that's up to ye to decide. In this, Frank is on his deathbed, dying from tuberculosis. I had planned to kill Frank by sickness and have Gerard just keep being Don but be hopelessly depressed. This is my idea of moving; I named this after a Placebo song because I personally felt, like Romeo and Juliet, neither could live while the other was dead.
In this, Frank is twenty nine and Gerard is thirty five. Gerard is known by the term 'Don de la Via'; Don is the formal term for a leader in the Mafia and 'Via' is just the Italian for 'Way'. Frank is known by Mister de la Via, just because he's married to Gerard.
And to those of you who have read First of the Gang...I hope you like it :) I worked hard on it and shit, so yeah. It's a little different in that I feature the song lyrics here. I'm not normally into song fics but I love love love Placebo with an undying passion.
Anyway; happy mafia-ing.
(Just, real quickly, not trying to be a douche, but looking back over this, there are a lot of references you really won't understand unless you have read FOTG. *shrugs* But it ain't my problem, if you just wanna read this off the bat then go right ahead, lads.)
Peace & love & My Chem mafia fiction,
xo lorna
Please listen to the title song (Without You I'm Nothing by Placebo, from the album of the same name) while reading this, it's how the chapter was intended. I don't really mind if you don't listen to that song, but ya know, maybe you could stay within the mood. Don't, for example, listen, I dunno, Only Girl In The World while reading. Might ruin the mood.
Also, major thanks to my friends Katherine (also known as Pizza; best nickname in the history of the entire world) Aislinn (my fellow Radiohead fan girl;we spend our time writing fan fiction and headbanging to Just) and Gearoid (c'mon, guys, had to involve my Scilian boyfriend in writing my Mafia fan fiction because obviously he's in it and everything oh shit he just saw what I wrote and now he's not talking to me fuck fuck fuck I pissed off the Mafia guy oooh ZING)
Sorry sorry. Gearoid, love you, and I love my beautiful FicWad leaids too.
Disclaimer: I promise I haven't kidnapped Gerard Way and Frank Iero, transported them back in time to the nineteen thirties amd made Gerard be a big-ass Don guy and Frank his wittle bunny wabbit. This is pure fiction (pure EPIC fiction-now now Lornaigh don't be a pretentious little prick) and it never happened. Or, if it did, SHUT UP because that shit is confidential. And it's just between you and me. I don't own MCR or anything affliated with them; however I do own the right to having Gerard Don de la Via and everything relateing and/or in correlation to this work. If you copy my story I will personally hunt you down and beat you with a cricket bat. I got that shit and I ain't afraid to use it. Seriously. I am very proud of my Don de la Via-ness....ness.
Jesus Christ Lornaigh *rubs temples*...
Without You I'm Nothing
Gerard Way paused and ran his fingers through his hair as he waited for the kettle to boil. He hadn't slept in four days straight and was currently fighting a battle with his heavy eyelids.
With a weary sigh and a brush of his brow he took the mug in his hands, poured coffee granuels inside and gazed into the cup as he heard the faint click and the release of steam. He watched with a strained eye as brown grains sloshed around and settled in the bottom of the mug like stones at the end of a likely mudslide. The green iris slowly revolved and revolved until he was yanked back into reality as he heard a weak, broken cough from upstairs. Recognizing his husband suffering, he told himself to hurry the hell up and tend to Frank soon. With veined, muscular hands, he poured boiling water into the coffee mug.
Strange infatuation seems to grace the evening tide
I'll take it by your side
The boss covered his yawn as he set down the corridor, steaming mug in hand. It was sometime after ten in the evening, he guessed, and he had been sitting by Frank's side for roughly ninety six hours now. Soprano, the medic who was in charge of Frank now, had informed Gerard of the news just over a week ago; there was nothing more he could do. The Don had broke down and sobbed. He had screeched his husband's name at the top of his lungs, had tried to refute the doctor's prognosis, had clutched Frank close to him and prayed every night since for a goddamn miracle.
Nothing had changed.
Gerard got some strange, overwhelming sense whenever he thought about his baby passing on, no longer being in the same world as the gangster, being...dead. Gerard had known so many people before him who had died, and had bore witness to many of them. He had gotten used to see people die; to see their eyes roll into the back of their head, to hear their last rasp of a breath, to bask in the glory of ending someone's life.
Despite how strange it sounded, he had never really imagined Frank would die. Even after being the victim of vicious, progressive tuberculosis bacillus for nearly six years, Gerard had very naively assumed his bunny rabbit would pull through. Way was the one of the richest men in Italy at the time; he could certainly afford all the medication for his husband. He had ordered for the best private healthcare. He made sure Frank was injected with life - saving mediciene four times daily. Well, he had been told it was life - saving. Due to his husband's present condition, it obviously was not.
He had been the best person to Frank he could have been. Iero's health had started seriously deteriorating in the early summer and he had been forced to give up his job of lecturing at the local university. Way's heart had broken the day he had picked Frank up in his Lamborghini, the lecturer holding all his possessions in a box, sniffling and crying. He had been completely silent the entire drive to Parioli, the suburban area in Rome in which they lived, just rubbing at his eyes, blood trickling inconspiciously down his lip. Gerard couldn't look the distraught boy in the eye; he could only caress Frank's cheek lightly and coo sweet nothings. The rabbit, once they had gotten home, catapulted himself into the Don's arms and sobbed hopelessly.
Gerard hated tuberculosis with such a vengence. It was the one thing that hurt Frank he couldn't kill. Not with gun or knife, with bare hand or devise; he'd sit up in the room with his husband and listen to the weak inhaling and exhaling that barely passed as breathing. Iero was bright white now. Not just pale but colourless, listless. He didn't blush anymore-Gerard could tell he sometimes bit his lip, smiling, wriggling uncomfortably, but the glorious pink little glow that made his stomach twist with adoration no longer existed. The doctor said the average human being has eight pints of blood in their body; Frank had four and a half. On a good day (meaning days when he would scarcely move from the bed) it might rise to five. The rest of his bodily fluids leaked wherever they could; from his mouth, his lungs, in small cuts. Frank would wake up with horrible bruises caused by blood clotting beneath the skin.
As a last resort, the doctor had insisted Frank start eating meat again. Gerard had been promised it would do wonders for the boy, but at this point, the Don was sceptical. What good would shoving a steak down his husband's throat do? Especially when said husband happened to love animals more than life itself. He had walked into Frank's room and asked it he would give up his vegetarinism for his life, a pledge he had made at twelve years of age. The sickened one had looked deep into Gerard's odd eyes and thought deeply. He sucked his lip and let his hands fall into his lap, his usual remedy. Then, quietly and silently, he had shaken his head. Way accepted his decision without question or qualm.
It had been precisely three months since the doctor had delivered the news to the Don and the boy. They had been sitting peacefully in their bedroom, the criminal talking to Frank about something trivial-Gerard thinks back and remembered it was to do with perhaps planting some sunflowers in the garden?- and then the man in white had stepped in with that face every person with grave news wears. The I Don't Know How To Tell You This look. Closely followed by the I Cannot Express My Sympathies one. Before he even said anything, both men saw the prognosis right on his face. He barely had to speak; Gerard had rasped at him, clawed at him, demanded a look over. Frank had just bowed his head, accepted his fate, and continued.
Frank was given precisely six months to live. The last four would be hard, the doctor had said quietly to the gangster and the twenty nine year old; the last two would be incredibly painful. Torturous. Most people, he even said gravely, 'did away with it' before the official end. Gerard's heart had split when the boy asked him what that meant; the mobster didn't have the heart to tell him it was the bitter end, the ultimate crime, the biggest Sin, the final breath. Suicide.
Six months had shortened to five. That in turn had been slashed down to four. Now, three months after that fateful June afternoon, Frank was dying. The boy knew he was. He couldn't eat. He hadn't slept in the last week. He was having hallucinations, and would mumble incoherant cantings throughout the day. He was in a constant sweat, and blood constantly trickled from him. At first his sheets had been changed quite often; two or three times a day. Yesterday he had been hooked up to a machine that let his blood drip into a pan beneath the bed. In addition to sweat and blood, tears would also stream his cheeks. The pain was excrutiating.
Gerard was taking it the worst. No one in the house joked anymore. Laughter had not rang in the Way manor in several weeks. No one had seen the Don smile in what seemed like years. de la Via was paler, like his other half, as he had not stepped out in the warm Italian heat that normally splashed his skin with colour in a strenuous amount of time. He had lost weight and purple half moons circled his eyes. He felt as if someone was punching him in the stomach every time he looked at his baby, every time his skin brushed against Frank's. He'd tear up whenever he talked to his husband; he couldn't help it. He couldn't imagine his darling leaving.
Frank, on the other hand, in his typical friendly fashion, apart from his ill aesthetics and barely-there blood supplies, seemed to be perfectly okay with his depleting condition. He could no longer walk (or really move) so he simply sat in bed all day, talking to his husband. That was what he wanted; he got cranky and defensive when nurses and doctors would invade his little living area. Iero wanted the curtains open and asked Gerard to pick flowers for him. There was never a change in variety; red roses. Frank wanted red roses ever morning, and would inhale deeply into the vase when his husband would present them to him.
Such imagination seems to help the feeling slide
I'll take it by your side
Gerard thought of the room Frank had taken to residing in. The boy constantly apologized for the stale, coppery scent of blood that lingered in the area but the Don of the Famiglia remained impartial. He wouldn't care if a fucking bomb went off when he was in the viscinity; he wanted to be with Frank. No, not wanted; needed. He needed it so deperately. He couldn't imagine not being by Frank's side, clasping the weaker hand, whispering into his ear into the dying moments. He wanted to be the only one in the room when it happened-no one else could see Frank...pass on. This was something just for him. Just for the Don. The criminal realized he sounded selfish, juvenile, childish; but he couldn't help it. He loved the twenty nine year old so goddamn much.
Gerard ascended the stairs slowly, mug in his mangled hand. He watched the liquid slosh fluidly in it's container and thought about the lips that would press themselves to the rim. Just a matter of weeks ago they had been soft, plush and ample; now they were chapped and bloody, cracked and cut. Frank was seriously dehydrated and so did not have the energy or the neccesary fluids to refurbish his lips with liquid. His eyes were bloodshot and strained. His skin was rashed, rubbed raw from lying in bed all day, every day. Way craved one more day with the medic. One more goddamn day.
He was on the landing now. In a white shirt and black trousers, his Family ring glittering on his right ring finger. Gerard, for the last few weeks, had totally neglected the Mafia. He had no interest in killing enemies, organizing raids, adding to his precious gun collection. He had no recollection as to where he had last stormed; he no longer registered whether he was called Don de la Via or the motherfucking Easter Bunny. He winced at that; his own bunny rabbit was cooped up inside a boxed in room that smelled of blood and bandages. Gerard ran his fingers through his hair again, a little gesture the boss often did when he was nervous. He had been doing that quite often recently.
He skimmed quickly to the oak door. Through the wood he could hear laboured gasps of breath and a faint source of rustling. Another knife settled firmly into his heart chambers. Tears pierced his eyes. He blinked them away fiercely; trying to remind himself of the fateful mantra his father had installed in him at fifteen years of age; la Cosa Nostra does not tolerate weakness. Then he shook the thought away angrily, nearly snarling. He was allowed to be fucking upset, for God's sake. He wasn't emotionally challenged like the Don of the Family before him. His love was dying. He had every right to be upset.
He placed his fist on the doorknob and turned it slowly, relishing the click. Frank was bundled up, tucked under black silk sheets, a speckling of blood by the boy's arm. The twenty nine year old himself was deathly pale, blanched and cadaverous. He was as thin as a twig and just as brittle; he could barely move from the debillitation the tuberculosis was delivering him. His eyes, swollen from his vigorous rubbing, seemed large and bloated in his skull. They were wet and ocher as ever; they flickered open when the door opened and brightened considerably when the criminal stepped through.
"Gee," he bleated, stretching out his short arms, grasping weakly for the Don. Gerard smiled wanely for his husband and approached the bed, mug in his hand. Frank's fingers wriggled and the gangster knitted their fingers together. The diseased one mewled happily and relaxed back into the pillows, eyes sliding shut again. "I'm glad you're b-back, Gee." Frank's chest was stuffed up and he couldn't breathe properly; therefore some words would come from his mouth as choked stutterings. "I was w-wondering where you w-ere." He tried to laugh but the sound was hollow and empty, and he ended up coughing blood again. Way winced. "T-thought you'd l-left me."
Instant correlation sucks and breeds a pack of lies
I'll take it by your side
"Of course not, bunny," Gerard said quietly, trying to lighten his voice, but failing in the task. Tears were fogging up his vision. He quirked his brown in an attempt to rid of them but to no avail. "Just for coffee, y'know, routine ten minute intervals." Iero didn't laugh, he was too weak for that. He smiled, tilting his head back, wheezing. The IV in his arm stuck out awkwardly as he twisted. Way had not seen his beloved needle-less in several weeks. His fear had been forced to decrease in its severity. "Are you feeling okay, darling?" He cussed and slapped a hand to his forehead. "Fuck, fuck-I'm sorry, babe-that was a fucking stupid question. I disrepected your illness. Goddamit, Gerard, what the fucking fuck-"
"Gee," he breathed now. The gangster shut up the moment the affectionate nickname was released to the air. His rabbit was licked in sweat, and thick beads of red liquid were making their way down his neck and throat, even seeping down his throax. "It's fine. Don't get all Mafia-ish on me, the respecty thingy." Gerard couldn't help but smile. Tears slicked his cheeks, sliding down his amber tone. "Anyway, TB deserves all the disrespect. It's stupid. Stupid, stupid lungs. Why can't you freaking work properly? Stupid slacker lungs." He was taking the piss; he was smiling faintly, wanely as he joked. "Can't manage to do the o-one thing they're m-meant to do."
Gerard chuckled despite his depression and brushed the boy's fringe from his forehead.
"You're adorable when you have your daily rant against tuberculosis." The click of the Don's jewellery clacked against the boy's blood monitor. "It really is so cute."
"I didn't think I could look c-cute when I'm dying," the other said quietly, not meeting Gerard's look. The Don tried to clear his throat and found it filled with a substantial lump. "Kinda im-impressive-" he inhaled suddenly and racked, blood shooting from his mouth and spraying his hand. Gerard took the limb in his own and dabbed daintily with a handkerchief. "Ugh. Gross." He brushed his fingers to Gerard's warm cheek; the gangster clutched the colder hand. No veins were visible against the ivory skin. Frank sighed happily and regarded the diamond ring gleaming on his finger. "Doctor Soprano says I s-shouldn't wear my r-ring b-because I'll c-cough u-u-u-"
"Baby, shhh," the boss chided ever so gently, placing his finger over the boy's trembling lips. He lifted it away and found scarlet trickling down, creating a stream down his wrist and disappaearing into his sleeve. Frank attempted to speak again, opening his mouth, but all that came out was a small squeaking noise like a rabbit caught in a trap. Gerard's eyes filled with tears again. He put a hand to his mouth, then attempting to finish Frank's sentence for him. "Because you'd...get blood on it, sweetheart?"
Iero nodded. He breathed in brokenly and shuddered. Then he smiled. It was heart breakening, arm wrenchingly beautiful. The fact that his teeth were slicked with blood somehow made him more angelic in Gerard's eyes.
"But I wear it anyway," he rasped, and for a minute he looked just as he had when he and Gerard had met six years ago. "Because I'm badass."
Way nodded, hand entwined in Frank's. The boy was utterly still for a moment, gazing out the window. A sheer red bubble of blood grew by his lip and popped suddenly. Frank jolted in shock and placed his hand to his mouth, coming away with more blood.
"You'd think I'd be as dry as a bone by now," he said, almost wistfully, eyes large again. "I didn't think I'd have any blood left. Look like a...comic book strip or something. So thin if I turn to the side you wouldn't be able to see me."
"But still so beautiful," the criminal said straight away, nearly tripping over his words. "Still so unspeakably stunning."
If Frank had a suficient blood supply he would have blushed. Instead he raised Gerard's knuckles and rolled the bones to his lips, a sign of respect payed to the Don by members of the Cosa. He went on kissing Gerard's hand, licking each finger and even sucking at the joint in his wrist. He let the arm back to the original owner and bowed his head in a submissive, honouring manner. Tufts of his chocolate hair had been ripped out where he had pulled out chunks in agony.
Over saturation curls the skin and tans the hide
I'll take it by your side
"Don de la Via," he whispered. He reached for Gerard's palm and his pale, trembling finger trailed lines along the calloused skin. His bloodshot eyes raised to see the other man. Tears were streaming his cheeks silently. "Don't cry, Gee. Everything's okay. We'll be in Heaven soon." He leaned forward carefully and rested lightly against his husband's shoulder. Gerard brushed his lips to the rabbit's ear. "We'll finally be together, Gerard. No Romano's, no random gangsters in our house...just me and you." He snuggled further into the criminal's skin. "All the other dead guys up there can just play in the corner." A little pause. The boy nibbled at his lip and rested against Gerard's shoulder.
Gerard paused and buried his face into Frank's hair. He was finding it extremly difficult not to break down and sob.
"I...that's not the part I'm afraid of. It's the...I hate seeing my rabbit in so much pain," he mumbled, sniffing, feeling weak and stupid but also not really giving a flying fuck. "I can't-you're so young, baby, and you get so hurt, and I can't fucking stand to see this shit hurting you-"
"Gee," Frank said softly, now being gently rocked by the mobster, who was getting rather red-eyed and emotional, his lower lip quivering. Iero thought he looked remarkably adorable. "I've been married to a Mafia boss for six years now, and I've seen my Gee-bear get so hurt in the past. Handicapped, beaten up, shot about a trillion times, stabbed, electrocuted, half blinded-"
"Quarter blinded."
"Quarter blinded, right-but this is different, Gee." His eyes were sincere in their expance; like plates. "I've seen you go through the worst of the worst, Gerard, I've seen you with more holes in you than a freaking collinder, when I saw your insides and had to sew you up and make you better, when you've nearly died and yet...yet you've still been able to be the best husband to have ever existed." Way rubbed his eyes again. "Seriously. You're so good to me, Gee, you always have been," he breathed sickly. Gerard's shoulders were dipping and rising steadily now as he cried. The boy's fingers rested against his wet cheeks. "From million dollar rings to eating Oreo's with me to never doing anything I wouldn't like. I couldn't ask for someone better than you. You're the best, Gerard." His hand slipped up the boss's chest, along his shirt. "You're my life."
Every time you vent your spleen
I seem to lose the power of speech
"And you'd do anything for me, Gee," he continued, in that weak little lisp. The boss nodded vigorously, even bowing his head so his black hair could be streamed through by little fingers. "I know you would. You've proved that to me since we got together, Gerard. I met you at my worst," he whispered, eyes steady and determined. "And I'm gonna die with you at my best." He looked him dead in the eye. "Which is why you're gonna get the bottle of cyanide you use for killing informers to help me die."
Gerard's mouth dropped. His mind clocked into overdrive. He could only stammer.
"Baby-I could never-I would never dream of-I will not-"
"I want it, Gerard." He smiled authenticly, truely ture for the first time in months. "I want you to wear your red and black tux and gimme the cyanide and then I won't be in pain anymore. It'll be perfect and you and me can be together forever, Gee. No more pain. No more shitty tuberculosis or rape or anything like that." His eyes glazed over with tears for the first time. "Please, Gerard. Do it for me. For your bunny rabbit. Please." He closed his eyes. "Just so the pain will go faster."
You're slipping slowly from my reach
You grow me like an evergreen
You never see the lonely me at all
Gerard considered.
"Of course." His mouth opened and words spilled out of their own accord, pouring like wine. "Of course, my love."
Way got up from the bed, legs shaking and wobbling like gelatin. He felt clearer now; like a weight was being lifted from his shoulders. It seemed so simple and straight forward now; he would be with Frank perfectly in a matter of minutes. They would be together forever, properly, like they should have been. Eternity was the hand being dealt to them.
Gerard walked to the wardrobe, slipping his black jacket over his broad shoulders. He grabbed the red silk tie and knotted it neatly around his neck. Ran his fingers through his hair as he hummed to himself. He made sure he looked as foreboding and 'Mafia-ish' as Frank had intended him to. He smiled as he realised why.
"It's because you met me in the black and red, isn't it?" Gerard asked huskily. "It's why you want it."
"That," the boy said," and because it shows you're Don." He broke into a smile. "I'm so proud of being married to you, Gerard. So proud of my Don de la Via."
Tears sprang to the vibrant green eye again as Gerard smoothed down his shirt and trousers, making sure he was as impeccable as possible. He even plucked a rose from the nearby vase and fastened said flower to his lapel.
"I'll be back in a minute, Frankie," he called softly, forming each word like a puff of smoke. "Soon, my darling."
Gerard Way progressed down the corridor of his and his husband's elite Roman mansion. His dress shoes clicked the wooden floor as he walked, determined and strong. He knew what he was doing. There were no doubts in his mind. He had nothing to fear. He had planned this down to every last detail and informed every member involved in the plan of their participation and relevance. Which is why, upon exiting his bedroom, his niece was not surprised.
"It's time?" She pondered ever so quietly, and he nodded stiffly. She mumured something and bit her lip. She had been informed of her uncle's suicidal intentions previously and so was not confuddled to the point of the idea. "Do you...do you want me to do anything for you?"
"My holster," he whispered, hands clasping in front of him. "My holster please, Luciana. The vials are in there and I shall waste no time in the act, my love. Please fetch them for me."
Luciana de la Via, sniffling and wiping at her eyes, tripped down to the kitchen. She returned shortly afterward, carrying the bukly belt full of weapons, Her uncle accepted it from her and kissed her on both cheeks, murmuring his thanks. She was crying now, but not in vain; she knew, like that of the Shakespearian play she had been made read ages ago, that her uncle could not live without his husband. This had been pre-empted. She knew there was no turning back. She simply handed him the belt and wrapped her arms around him, pressing her cheek to his chest, squeezing him tightly. It was a moment of great emotional intensity between the Italian-Americans.
"Te amo, Luciana," he told her, kissing her hair and cuddling her close. She gasped with emotional agony, clinging to him. He closed his eyes as tears escaped them. "I adore you, my darling. Don't forget to remember me, baby. When you're all grown up and a lady and become Donna of our Family don't forget who gave you this," he said, pressing something cold into her hand and curling her fist around it. She hugged him as tight as she possibly could, squealing with tears. He tipped her chin up. "And remember not to take anyone's shit, princess. You're better than that." He smiled warmly and kissed her cheek like a true gentleman. "Goodbye, inomorato."
Luciana choked up as her uncle walked away, holster in hand. She looked at what he had given her.
The Don's ring.
Frank nodded. He felt calm now. Like this was drifting away, like going to sleep. He looked at the beige, thick pill in Gerard's hand and felt no fear, no anxiety. All he wanted was to die in the arms of the gangster. He reached out and slid his hand down Gerard's chest as they stood in the room; the first time Frank was on his feet in weeks. He was dressed in all black, silk attire. Gerard was, as he promised, in his tuxedo.
"I'm ready," he breathed. He rested against the Don's shoulder as blood streamed down his chin. Iero did not care to remove the fluid from his lips. They looked like the ultimate demolition lovers, destined to die together. The lights were dimmed and seemed oddly romantic. Frank pressed his mouth to Gerard's neck and let his blood brush against the gloriously honey skin beneath him. "Be gentle, Gerard. Please."
"Of course, my love." Gerard also felt subdued, sleepy even; maybe slightly relieved. "Sit down for me, sweetheart." Tears presented themselves. He wanted to be wtih Frank so badly. The boy perched lightly on the edge of the bed, short legs dangling over the edge. He had redone his make up, and his flawless ivory skin looked perfect in the eerie moonlight. They had waited until midnight to do for it. Superstition and all that. Gerard kneeled betwixt his knees, head bowed as he pulled a sharp dagger from the belt.
"Frankie Iero, you make my life worth living," Gerard murmured as he held the pill to the light. "And now you make my death worth dying."
"Te amo, Gerardo," the boy whispered, closing his eyes as their foreheads tipped together. Way pulled himself together.
"Te amo cazzo tanto, il mio Franco," he replied. He then slipped the pill between Frank's teeth. He pulled the boy to him and crashed their lips together in the last kiss the former Don would share with his husband. He felt the poison drizzle into his mouth, just the bare last drops, as he became fully aware his lover's body became limp and lighter. Frank slumped against him, the rabbit breathing one last rasp, his lungs giving up once and for all, his brain sinking slowly into darkness. Frank was dead. Gerard held the body of his husband in his arms, tears slunking his cheeks. He pressed his ear to Frank's chest; nothing. His heart beat was gone. His breathing was also gone. Frank was gone. Everything gone.
"Frankie," Gerard squeaked, feeling so lost without the other one. "Frankie, baby, I love you. I'm coming to you, Frankie." He sniffed as his eye kohl streamed his cheeks. He traced the other's lips to find any leftover cyanide. None remained. "I'm so close to you, inomorato. I love you," he repeated to the empty room. "Oh God, I love you so much."
Gerard streamed his fingers through Frank's hair one last time before picking up the knife. He pulled Frank close to him, the boy's cold hands falling into his lap. Gerard Way slit his throat three times without hesitation.
Without you I'm nothing
Once; he nicked the neck evenly, and his collarbone cracked
Without you I'm nothing
Twice; he dug in deeper, slashing his windpipe and grinding into the back of his spine
Without you I'm nothing
Three times; he could barely choke his final words;
"Without you, I'm nothing at all."


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Now this one is interesting.I just found this answer from a google employee in one of their forum threads - [
The +1 Button is only intended to be used on pages that contain all public content. By putting the button on a page we're taking it as an indication from you that this page is public content. This means that we will fetch your page even if crawler directives indicate otherwise.
What is interesting to me is until now,i was thinking that if you block a page in robots.txt, google wouldn't even crawl it. But it looks like google will fetch the page, see whether it has a +1 button and then disregard the robots.txt block. Wow, this is great!
Looks like Googlebot will get into every corner of your site.
5:26 pm on Sep 2, 2011
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I think white listing wouldn't work with google anymore. From what I gather by going through that thread and the OP's observations, it looks like some of their bots might not even identify themselves with a proper useragent.
These guys are getting more and more evil with every passing day!
5:36 pm on Sep 2, 2011
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um, yea, that's pretty nasty.
5:36 pm on Sep 2, 2011
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My assumption was a bit different. I'm thinking that when a +1 vote is registered for a page, then that URL gets added to Google's crawling queue if it wasn't already there - and it then gets crawled even if there's a Disallow rule.
For one, that process would be a lot less resource intensive that taking a full inventory of every URL on the web. And this process would only be a minor ignoring of the robots.txt protocol instead of a major violation.
Nevertheless, we'll need to be very cautious about any automated adding of +1 buttons across a website.
6:29 pm on Sep 2, 2011
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There's nothing nefarious about it. Google doesn't need to crawl all your pages (regardless of robots.txt) to find the +1 buttons. You've got the JavaScript, from Google, right on the page. They just check referrers for the +1 to ensure it's been crawled. That's all.
6:57 pm on Sep 2, 2011
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Yes, but what about the various things I block because I don't want a lot of sort=, pagination=, display= and other types of potential duplicate content cluttering up the joint? I could rely on GWT's parameter exclusion (yea right) or rely on Google to figure it out (because THAT always works) or figure out a way to return a noindex (hunh?) Easier just to not use +1, except they're pretty much saying you *gotta* use +1 - at least that's what the clients hear.
They're messing with my systems. Do. Not. Want.
6:59 pm on Sep 2, 2011
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but what about the various things I block because I don't want a lot of sort=, pagination=, display= and other types of potential duplicate content cluttering up the joint?
Exactly right. I don't even want to see a crawler requesting those URLs or to spend the bandwidth responding.
7:32 pm on Sep 2, 2011
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Netmeg - Hard.Luck.On.You.
Another google trick - they are really showing their true colours el-rapido these days.
7:43 pm on Sep 2, 2011
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they are really showing their true colours el-rapido these days.
I agree, 110%. I'm sure Google has a plan in place for when webmasters revolt and say hey - stop making billions off my content yo!
Ignoring robots.txt directives sounds like grounds for a lawsuit, why should you foot the bandwidth?
Worse is that analytics and some web hosts hide googlebot activity, as if they know it shouldn't be there...
update: from John Mu
Just to follow up on the Instant Preview questions.. We fetch the content for Instant Previews (provided it's not cached yet) on demand when the user requests it. When we do that, we need to be able to fetch the page the way that the user would see it, and for that we may fetch content that's otherwise disallowed by the robots.txt file.
Yup, lawsuit incoming. The explanation doesn't hold water since it should not be possible to request an instant preview on a disallowed page. Chicken before the egg problem John.
8:14 pm on Sep 2, 2011
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but what about the various things I block because I don't want a lot of sort=, pagination=, display= and other types of potential duplicate content cluttering up the joint?
Right, but the +1 button uses the rel="canonical" link if it exists to identify the target of the button, so all you have to do is properly canonicalize those pages and the bot should request the URL that the button actually points to, which will be the canonical unless specified otherwise.
Or you can explicitly specify the URL in the code for the button.
You still have a fair amount of control over this.
I can see how it's kind of rude in principle, but in actual practice why would you want a
+1 button pointing a URL that you don't
to see? Just make sure you're pointing the button at a URL that you like, which you probably ought to do anyway otherwise when people share it on Google+ they'll be sharing all sorts of random parametrized URLs that you don't like.
8:23 pm on Sep 2, 2011
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Hmmm... I just realized that it's not entirely certain that my interpretation of the statement is correct. I just asked for clarification, we'll see what they say.
8:46 pm on Sep 2, 2011
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you can understand their thinking though... google+1 is not for users, not really. its not like the facebook button where people click it to share stuff with their friends... the whole point of google+1 is to let google know that you think the page is worthy of being in their index. everything else is just fluff. so why put the button on a page if you dont want it boosted in the index? there's no point.
the only reason to put it on a noindexed page is if google spreads some of the benefit throughout the rest of the site. but is that the way it works? i dont think it is. a click only counts towards that specific URL.
8:59 pm on Sep 2, 2011
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I do understand the thinking behind this, but I also think they haven't thought it through very well. Now, if the crawling uses a canonical link (we're waiting for that clarification) that would handle a lot of these edge cases that look so troubling.
However, Google does rush things into production without looking at cross-discipline ramifications. Remember how the first AJAX SERPs broke Analytics?
9:08 pm on Sep 2, 2011
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Actually you can program the +1 button now to share to your google+ page, as I understand it.
I am not saying I would *intentionally* put the button on a noindexed page, I am talking about where I put the button on pages where alternative URLs (to the same content) can be generated, and where I usually block off those alternative URLs from being indexed. The canonical might help in some cases, but I already have canonical set and I still get crap in the index if I don't specifically block it out. Google is not 100% reliable in this.
9:12 pm on Sep 2, 2011
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Actually you can program the +1 button now to share to your google+ page
That is currently the default behavior.
9:32 pm on Sep 2, 2011
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The canonical might help in some cases, but I already have canonical set and I still get crap in the index if I don't specifically block it out. Google is not 100% reliable in this.
Google is 100% reliable in that they will crawl all available data, the question is will they obey webmasters and not crawl what we say don't crawl. The answer appears to be no. I've set up several honeypot pages to see what Googlebot does in reality, the only unbiased answers come from testing for yourself.
9:51 pm on Sep 2, 2011
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the only unbiased answers come from testing for yourself
Good point, except that they say that they
crawl the page, which means even if they don't crawl your test pages, they may still crawl others in other contexts -- however, it would be interesting to see the results. Maybe I'll set up a test too, in my vast spare time...
9:52 pm on Sep 2, 2011
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Maybe I'm over simplifying, but isn't anything that helps your ranking a good think even if it has some quirks? Remember, that old adage applies here: you get what you pay for and Google+ is free.
1:48 am on Sep 3, 2011
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Most sites now use a Database to basically pull a page together. Back in the days that I used HTML to create every page, it would have been easy to delete something like the +1 from a specific page.
Now though, with a DB driven site, it is nearly impossible.
On another tread I mentioned I was deleting pages to try to improve my page rank. Every page on the DB portion of the site has +1. It wouldn't have made sense to use no-index or disallow to remove the page from the index, perhaps.
2:42 am on Sep 3, 2011
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No +1, no problem. Sounds needy.
3:34 am on Sep 3, 2011
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Now though, with a DB driven site, it is nearly impossible.
Not so! Suppressing +1 should be easy peasy lemon squeezy on most any DB driven site. Just suppress +1 on pages you don't want in the index. Too much complaining here. Personally, I think that Google could honor the noindex command on a +1 page. They need to step up to the plate on this one. Mr. Cutts, why can't Google honor the noindex?
3:37 am on Sep 3, 2011
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robots.txt has been designed to block some or all the
bots from crawling any page.
Why should a recently introduced +1 button take precedence to jeopardise what has been well understood by all? I do agree that one shouldn't use the button on a page they don't want to share publicly. But, any good bot should obey the most restrictive instruction when there are conflicts.
When you have two robot meta tags on a page by mistake, one telling the bots to "index" and the other telling the bot to "noindex", doesn't google say they will apply the most restrictive tag? Why should it be different in this case?
I sincerely feel that it would be better if they apply the same logic here.
5:04 am on Sep 3, 2011
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except they're pretty much saying you *gotta* use +1 - at least that's what the clients hear.
Why? It only affects SERPS for people who follow those who +1. Are these sites going to get lots of +1s from people who are followed by potential customers?
Having a +1 button does not seem to greatly change the number of +1s you get.
If its just the clients perception and you disagree but cannot change their minds, that is their problem - much the same as if they insisted on link exchanges with dodgy sites.
@indyrank. This is different. It is more like what Facebook does with links - do they follow robots.txt? Incidentally FB also censor links in comments, even to fairly mild material (Wikipedia entry on a racy text adventure game, IMDB page on a frightening but not particularly offensive film).
I agree that ideally Google would index them separately, but that would be expensive. It does not seem unreasonable to say that you should not put +1 buttons on pages you do not want indexed. I think what they need to do is document it better so people are clear about it when they add the button.
6:11 am on Sep 3, 2011
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graeme_p, what is different? Do not mix up facebook with a search engine bot. AFAIK facebook doesn't have any bot to crawl websites or pages on websites like the search robots.
Yes, google does mix up social and search a lot these days to confuse several webmasters like you. However, whenever googlebot crawls a page on a site, it is supposed to check the robots.txt to find what is disallwed and obey the rules there.It is googlebot which is supposed to determine whether a page can be crawled and indexed.
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6:18 am on Sep 3, 2011
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I don't think canonical tags are a good solution to this issue for several reasons. Moreover, they are not widely used and they are just hints for googlebot.
robots.txt should take precedence over anything else.
6:25 am on Sep 3, 2011
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Google, if you don't like users using the +1 button on pages they have blocked, help them remove it, warn them or ban them from using that button.
It isn't nice to find workarounds for bypassing robots.txt.
6:36 am on Sep 3, 2011
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Just suppress +1 on pages you don't want in the index.
Suppress? I'd love to know more about suppress. If you have the same sidebar for the whole site, how do you suppress something on that sidebar on one page? I don't see suppress in Drupal, Wordpress or any of the other DB driven CMSs.
I am not saying it can be done, but how?
8:25 am on Sep 3, 2011
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A few lines of code can detect what page the user requested and then decide to show or not show the button.
I recently did this for the FaceBook "like" button on a MediaWiki-driven website. It should be equally simple to deploy on any script-driven site just as long as you know the URL format for all pages that should display the button or for all pages that should not display the button.
In this case the rule was "don't show the button on pages where URL contains index.php or begins Talk: or...". Additionally, we don't bother showing the button if it is a searchengine bot requesting the page.
9:20 am on Sep 3, 2011
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and with regard to another thread - +1 button on any page that is a spider trap folder, will catch and ban google.
3:00 pm on Sep 3, 2011
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The question is will they obey webmasters and not crawl what we say don't crawl. The answer appears to be no.
That's been true a long time, unfortunately. You'll find scores of reports in WW's "
Search Engine Spider and User Agent Identification
]" forum.
For example, here's fresh info about non-obvious Twitter-mining:
Resolving "urlresolver" | Google IPs repeat no-robots runs
Recap post: [
And more GWT news:
Google Web Preview | Not just from bare IPs anymore... [
After spending too much unrecompensed time 'accommodating' GWT before G worked out their own bugs, I will no longer kick their tires for them via +1 or anything else. I'm seriously weary, and increasingly wary, of jumping through their we-cloak-but-you-can't hoops.
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Charles Wilbourne Miller: 63, was found dead of a gunshot wound to the head on November 17, 1998 in a shallow pit about 300 yards from his ranch house near Little Rock. Police found a .410 gauge shotgun near Miller's body and a Ruger .357-caliber revolver submerged in water. Investigators concluded the Ruger was the weapon used by Miller to kill himself. Yet, two rounds in the handgun's cylinder had been spent.
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Carlos Ghigliotti: 42, was found dead in his home just outside of Washington D.C. on April 28, 2000. There was no sign of a break-in or struggle at the firm of Infrared Technology where the badly decomposed body of Ghigliotti was found. Ghigliotti had not been seen for several weeks, commercial cleaning companies may have been contacted in order for the offices to be cleaned.
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"I conclude this based on the groundview videotapes taken from several different angles simultaneously and based on the overhead thermal tape," Ghigliotti told The Washington Post last October. "The gunfire from the ground is there, without a doubt."
Ghigliotti said the tapes also confirm the Davidians fired repeatedly at FBI agents during the assault, which ended when flames raced through the compound. About 80 Branch Davidians perished that day, some from the fire, others from gunshot wounds.
Mark Corallo, a spokesman for the congressional committee chaired by Rep. Dan Burton, R-Ind., said that police found the business cards of a committee investigator in Ghigliotti's office. Corallo said Ghigliotti's work for the committee ended some time ago.
Tony Moser:41, was killed as he crossed a street in Pine Bluff, Ark on on June 10, 2000. Killed 10 days after being named a columnist for the Democrat-Gazette newspaper and two days after penning a stinging indictment of political corruption in Little Rock.
Police have concluded that no charges will be filed against the unnamed driver of a 1995 Chevrolet pickup, which hit Moser as he was walking alone in the middle of unlit Rhinehart Road about 10:10 p.m
Police say they have ruled out foul play and will file no charges against the driver because he was not intoxicated and there was no sign of excessive speed.
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Michael Cormier – respected forensic technician for the Los Angeles County Coroner died under suspicious circumstances at his North Hollywood home April 20, the same day Andrew Breitbart's cause of death was finally made public. Medical examiners in Los Angeles are investigating the possible poisoning death
Steve Bridges Dies At 48 – Impersonator Who Offended 0bama …Steve Bridges as President Obama – August 2011 ….It appeared that he died of natural causes…
The deaths of Seal Team Six …who never would fly an entire company in one helicopter alone.
Kam Kuwata – was found dead inside his Venice home after friend — concerned that they had not heard from him for a few days — alerted police. Political consultant in California. Democratic insider. Possibly the Obama consultant referred to in the Ulsterman Report: Alledgedly viewed bizarre drug induced behavior from Obama during the the 2008 campaign.: "The Troubling Timeline"…. The Death of a Political Operative – The Troubling Timeline… (UPDATED)
Madelyn Payne Dunham: Obama's grandmother, died 2 days before the general election. Flew up to see her for one hour – alone. No records. Cremated immediately, ashes dispersed.
Lieutenant Quarles Harris Jr.-A key witness in a federal probe into passport information stolen from the State Department was fatally shot in front of a District church
Christopher Kelly -Committed suicide, under pressure to testify against former Gov. Rod Blagojevich
John Wheeler- former presidential and Pentagon aide John Wheeler III was found in a Delaware garbage dump. Wheeler's cell phone discovered – Cause of death released in Wheeler case, blunt force trauma — Wheeler's cell phone found in a taxi — His family wants information – John Wheeler was assassinated by a hitman in a targeted killing, his widow has claimed – Who killed Jack Wheeler?
Donald Young- Openly gay friend of Obama's at Murdered at Trinity Church in Chicago-…Key Witness In Obama Passport Fraud Case – Video report: Obama-Donald Young murder (December 24, 2007)……….All 3 Homosexual Members Of Obama's Trinity Church Murdered Within 6 Weeks.
BEVERLY ECKERT, Continental Flight Victim, Was 9/11 Widow (VIDEO, SLIDESHOW), was at the White House with Barack Obama, part of a meeting the president had with relatives of those killed in the 2001 attacks
Michael Scott – Although Chicago school board president Michael Scott's death had been ruled a suicide by the Cook County medical examiner's office, Chicago police characterized the case as a death investigation, and have not concluded that Scott's death was a suicide- was subpoenaed to testify before a federal grand jury looking into the admissions practices of Chicago's elite schools. -also was under scrutiny over Olympics-related real estate dealings.
David Koschman, Mudered in a Chicago Rush Street brawl by Richard J. "R.J." Vanecko, a nephew of Mayor Daley and White House Chief of Staff Bill Daley- Homicide case involving Daley nephew closed without charges , Witness to Killing Involving Daley Nephew: Deceased Didn't Start It
Ashley Turton, wife of the Obama administration's House of Representatives liaison, Dan Turton, was found dead in a burning car Monday morning, Roll Call and other news outlets are reporting. Fire officials said it appeared the car crashed as it was pulling in or out of the garage behind a rowhouse in the Capitol Hill neighborhood of Washington, D.C., at about 5 a.m. Neighbors dialed 911 after spotting the fire. The body was discovered after fire crews doused the blaze. The fire also charred part of the garage. Nobody in the house was injured, fire officials said. Ashley Turton worked as a lobbyist for the utility giant Progress Energy, according to Politico. She was a former staffer for U.S. Rep. Rosa DeLauro, D-Conn. The Rahm Emanuel Connection to the Deceased Ashley Turton, — The ATF investigates - Ashley Turton Crashed Under the Influence
Dawn Sylvia-Stasiewicz, Obama's First Dog Trainer Dies At 52. Rumored to be salaried at over $102,000 per year at tax-payer expense
Mama Lois" Anderson, 79, and her 52 year old daughter Zelda White: Two US women aid workers were shot dead in Nairobi in Kenya (2008) were the retired Presbyterian Church missionaries of Pennsylvania (USA), known to thousands of Africans. The suspected killers of the US women, who were travelling in a car with diplomatic license plates, allegedly shot dead by police later. They were well known for their work. There is speculation that they possibly had knowledge of the birth and care for Barack Obama in Kenya and were later murdered to cover the trail. When murdered, the Husband had his full wallet which the thieves/car jacker didn't take, and there was never a connection made to the said attackers the police later shot dead, but blamed for the double homicide/car jacking. Their church was burned in 2008, possibly to destroy any possible birth records there. Then police chief Mohammed Hussein Ali was later removed from office by Obama supported Kenyan strongman Odinga. All possible witnesses ended up dead, all possible records of the care of infant Obama burned in the church fire, and the public official responsible out of office.
Holiyah Soetoro Sobah, aka Lia Soetoro, Obama's adopted sister: died under mysterious, sudden, and unusual circumstances just as she was getting ready to be reunited with her childhood companion and adopted brother. She spoke of many specific incidences in the household, where she grew up with "Barry" in Indonesia. She saved many items that Barry used during childhood. She was looking forward to seeing him, because she'd seen him on TV and was told that was "Barry", her little brother; however, Lia had reservations about it and so was anticipating seeing the scars he had from falling out of the mango tree and the limp she said he walked with. That was not to be because she up and died. Read about it here and watch video of here……..PDF document from a web site of the Consulate General of the Republic of Indonesia appears to confirm a relationship between Lia and Barack Hussein Obama
April 30, 2012 10:17 pm
All we can do is keep spreading the word about how corrupt and evil Obama and the Clintons really are! I already read the Obama body count, but didn't know about all of those who died under Clinton's administration. So sickening….
They must think that they are invincible because they have gotten away with so many murders!
But God is not mocked!
Rev 21:8 But the cowardly, the unbelieving, the vile, the murderers, the sexually immoral, those who practice magic arts, the idolaters and all liars–their place will be in the fiery lake of burning sulfur. This is the second death."
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Serves him right. A strong hero to protect the users is always welcome. Go Steve Jobs go.
$15 seems like $15 too much. He was taking the Mick.
Apple appear to be making an attempt at cleaning up the App store which is a good thing.
Does anyone think he was being serious by putting the price up to $400? While Developers deserve to be paid for their work he priced himself out opf the market so was just wasting space in the App store.
$15-$400!! Douce bag!! Tell him to go to The Blackberry Store with that crap.
I'm with Apple on this one...I'll take 'authoritarian' if it means getting rid of developers like that. Too many overpriced apps in the store anyway. Next thing you know, he'll put it on Android and BB for $1000.
wait, he was charging 400 dollars for an app to pop pimples when u could do that stuff for free on your face? thats crazy
I only have a problem with this in that it appears to have been pulled secondary to his commentary...not purely because his product was "overpriced" in our opinions.
it makes Apple look petty when they do stuff like this, and it doesn't make me feel comfortable about the future of the AppStore.
wonders if anyone paid the 400 for the app lol, that guy is a douche
well guess what, apple... screw you. I dare you to find my app and pull it!!!!
it's stories such as this that are only putting Apple in a position for some type of anti-trust lawsuit in the future.
After the developer paying to put the app on the store, having it accepted and sold, then receiving no notification on why it was removed just sounds bad on Apple's part.
I honestly wish there was a way to allow completely open development, but unfortunately that's reserved for things like Android and WP7S. (Yay free SDKs!)
This is why I have NO ISSUE on raising my middle finger to Apple and proudly holding my JB/UL phone up in the air. I have said it 1000 times. Do they have the best product ? IMOHO, yes. Hands down. Should they charge a premium for that product. Yep. BUT.......DO NOT wrap your hands around MY NECK and tell me what to do with my phone.
What an arrogant P r i c k Jobs is.
FTW Rage Against the Machine.
I think Apple should disclose why an app was removed to all the people who purchased them. I purchased a Video Recorder app called "Qik Video Camera" which was better than the rest in Appstore. Now, it is possible the developer may have used non approved methods to achieve those results, but who knows. I think as consumers in Apple's Appstore, we are entitled to know when an app is removed from the AppStore and why and whether it is an end of life cycle for the app or the developer.
Didn't this dude just almost died a year ago? Steve, got sit your a** down somewhere in a corner! You are to arrogant too see that you have been bless. Take that as a sign and retire; enjoy your second life this time around. You might have the respect of your generation, but your slowly losing the respect of ours...*
Steve Jobs is apart of the*illuminati
iPhone - Jailbreak = Dumbphone?


text: See you guys better stop picking on each other. I don't see an issue adding a line to cover cyberbullying to the statutes mentioned for clarity. I know my kids schools are really trying to indocrinate the kids against cyber-bullying, even more than I ever saw for actual bullying. My kids thought it was very funny that their antibullying program was nicknamed HIB which stands for Harassment, Intimidation and Bullying but sounds too much like HIV for a 7th grader to keep a straight face.