Detective accused of gawking at Whitn...

Detective accused of gawking at Whitney Houston's lifeless body

There are 12 comments on the Examiner.com story from Sep 19, 2013, titled Detective accused of gawking at Whitney Houston's lifeless body. In it, Examiner.com reports that:

An officer who was one of the first investigators at the scene of Whitney Houston's death reported that a detective there acted in a way that was unprofessional and offensive.

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White Lion

Albany, NY

#1 Sep 21, 2013
The white fingers probing the dead barbarian,
Her wet boiled skin oiled by the badge of honor,
Her mouth was forced open and her tongue removed,
The sheet was spread on an air mattress,
Her legs were strung up on steel rack for viewing,
Their uniforms stripped off in the heat of passion,
One officer looked like Tom from The Jeffersons,
"We're moving on up" he laughed...
They spread her drooping jugs with pattering palm,
Slapping her dark ass with sexual frenzy,
They moaned with delight as they exploded in union,
The sweat of the unlawful entry,
Her stiff corspe shaken with intense foaming lust,
Their jiggling hairy white bellies flapping wild,
Ring ding a ling,
Ring ding a ling,
Ring ding a ling,
The echoes of the hallowed halls of death,
She squirt out juice from her filthy clam hole,
And they smacked their meat onto her dead chin,
The orgasms of Adam 12...
White Lion

Albany, NY

#2 Sep 26, 2013
Her brain was sold to science,
Her gums bled from repeated beatings,
Her rotted teeth knocked down her throat,
Her honker trimmed of baboon hairs,
White fingers probed her boiled corpse,
The whirly of spinning stubs in fishy hole,
They flattened her jugs with pattering palm,
The frenzy of congo drums on her dead flesh,
Recorded for the backbeat of her unfinished song,
The proud, the strong, the badge of honor,
Stripped off their uniforms with foaming lust,
Her stiff chicken legs were strung up on pullies,
Violated, bruised and abused by superiority,
The giants pulling her nude corspe up into the sky,
The machinery of blades removing her spilled guts,
Slaughtered like cattle, the cheese exploded,
Her gas hole stuffed by the hand of grand dragon,
Welcome to the Bates motel,
Her ears were removed from her bleeding scalp,
Ring ding a ling,
Ring ding a ling,
Ring ding a ling,
Ring ding a ling,
Ring ding a ling,
Can you hear the blind bird sing?
White Lion

Albany, NY

#4 Oct 2, 2013
Purple gums of a psycopathic fist,
The gathering of rusty chains at her twisted feet,
Her bruised mug battered by the swinging knuckles,
She spit out blood from her bitten tongue,
Her teeth shattered in friendly fungoo,
The roaring lion standing high,
His strengh of one army above bobbling hills,
Her corspe lie on the steel table of ring ding,
The bells of the flocking apes,
Ring freely in barbarian kingdom,
She tasted the blood of cane,
Mucus and liquid cocaine in her infected honker,
War broke out in the thundering skies,
The sideshow revealed secrets of the filthy clown,
Demonic scarecrow of Whacko Jacko hour,
Her head held under the guiding light,
The waves of electricity and booming flashpoint,
Her guts leaking out of her torn gas hole,
The dead walking as the midnight boogie man,
His shadow shown with the silver blade of death...
White Lion

Albany, NY

#5 Oct 8, 2013
The barbarian laboered on baited breath,
Floating above the bubbling steam,
The men in their white hoods holding her head down,
The last gulp of puckered fishy lip,
Tiny bubbles escaped her huge honker of beaten ape,
Her pimpled flesh oiled for slippery palm,
The skinning of dark clam or lobster tail,
Her corpse was found boiled,
And it lie on the steel table to be degraded again,
Her chicken legs were strung and tied on the rack,
Veiwed and screwed for easy entry,
Her tongue was removed from her filthy mouth,
Her voice box taken from her ripped up throat,
They peeled back the baboon's ugly mug,
Her face became a mask of slaughered gorilla,
Her eye balls on strings hanging to the floor,
They tried on her profile as they pumped her heart,
The detectives stripped off their uniforms,
Hungry for love and relentless passion of lust,
They snorted like swine,
Their hairy bellies jiggling to pounding frenzy,
And they stuffed her tender sweet with pride,
They forced the retard to her battered gas hole,
His eyes full of tears as they removed his briefs,
The spaz was beaten as he finished the duty,
The new order of the badge of honor revealed...
White Lion

Albany, NY

#6 Oct 9, 2013
The lifeless barbarian,
Her eyes gone,
Mr policeman, give her a hand,
Her corpse fondled with white fingers,
They ripped off the sheet,
Balloon man,
The retard forced to remove his filthy jock strap,
White giants laugh,
Another one bit the dust,
Gawking at the dead ape,
Cocaine packed up her huge honker,
He blew up her fishy lips,
And it went out her gas hole,
The stink of rotted decay of monkey flesh,
She was once a punching bag for master Brown,
On her knees,
Her dignity violated with forceful ambition,
To sleep with a dead celebrity,
They tore her up with the army of superiority,
They removed her brain during orgasm,
And it was sliced like hard boiled egg...
White Lion

Albany, NY

#7 Oct 17, 2013
In times of turmol,
The industry triumphs with the murder of barbarian,
Her CD sales spike for just a few short months,
Then nothing...
Cocaine tracks lead to the aging ape,
Her ugly mug smashed in with incredible force,
Boiled flesh bubbling like steamed lobster tail,
They took turns dehumunizing her beaten spirit,
They stripped the retard down to his filthy briefs,
Her mouth filled with the white man's seed,
She struggled across the wet title fully nude,
Her huge honker squeezed and drained of mucus,
Her gorilla sized gas hole fingered with pride,
The dummy was placed inside her tacky wacky,
They tied her dark chicken legs on the rack,
And her jugs were milked by imported palm,
The juice of sexual energy vibrated out in gobs,
Her screams were muzzled with blowing thrusts,
Her eye balls dangling from bloody strings,
Her lips chapped by the swinging fist and briuses,
Her teeth shattering down her torn throat,
She was gawked by the few,
The proud, the honorable as she lie dead,
Her bod finally cleaned for fate of superiority,
The Grammy awards must go on and on and on...
White Lion

Albany, NY

#8 Oct 25, 2013
Steam boiled like clam ,
Or lobster tail,
The barbarian screamed,
But no one heard her,
Her wet head dunked in the bubbling soap,
Strong white arms knocking the soaked title,
Her black legs kicking with fiece speed,
Hanging on for dear life as the giants laugh,
The contract was sighed
And she did not deliver,
No good performance left,
In the aging cocaine queen,
Her bod was pumped with the drugs of death,
Dr Vance Gong injected the shooting needle,
In her hip, she vibrated in the water,
And her heart stopped beating in her rib cage,
Her honker no longer breathing,
The scent of triumph for the lion,
Ring ding a ling,
Ring ding a ling,
Ring ding a ling,
Ring ding a ling,
The final situation to hype up the old maiden...
White Lion

Albany, NY

#9 Oct 27, 2013
In the darkness of a wicked world,
The soiled life and death of a cocaine barbarian,
Silence around her defaced grave,
The retard was made to dig out her filthy casket,
The crow squealed high above the graveyard trees,
Her decaying bod removed by strong arms of fate,
And violated once again...
Zombie dancer's invasion to the beat of pedophile,
His estate sued by the victims that he molested,
The plastic mug of pop clown reappeared in light,
His teeth sucking the skin of the youth years past,
The retard stripped down and entered the baboon,
And afterwards, she was strung and hung like fruit,
Her mouth open, her eyes gone...
We are the children of the moon and endless night,
The horror of living dead feeding on warm flesh,
The monkey's skull was crushed for its warm brain,
The dummy's pumping hips going at the aging corpse,
It was the spirit of Michelle Jackson,
The egg hatched within her warm, broken ribcage,
And it gave birth to crawling, flying insects,
Buzzing underneath the soil...
White Lion

Albany, NY

#10 Oct 30, 2013
The barbarian labored breathing in the steam,
Rising above the lights in her last bath,
Her boiled skin was diseased like beaten ape,
The entry of violation of the hooded White Lion,
They took turns stuffing her tight gas hole,
And strung up her jiggling black jugs with flutter,
Her chewed up dark nips between sharp teeth,
Her filthy chin covered of bile,
Her flesh slid across the wet tile,
And they pumped her soft fishy lips full of lava,
She gobbled down the seed of the giants,
Like a toad, her cheeks stuffed til her nose bled,
Her eyes wide with terror, horror and intense pain,
As she begged for her life,
The screaming baboon was silented,
Her head and slobbering mouth,
Kicked in with brutal force,
Her chicken legs racked of silver steel,
The were lotioned for easy entry of her love holes,
The badge of honor probed her boiled, pimpled bod,
Their white chunky fingers went deeper inside,
They stripped off their uniforms for a quickie,
Pumping her dead in the room of echoes,
Their laughter recorded as they reached orgasm,
She shot her ape fluids on their flapping bellies,
Her dead eyes staring blankly at the ceiling...
White Lion

Albany, NY

#11 Nov 2, 2013
Chock full of dead baboon,
They popped her inflated balloon,
Patted hands of creamy lotion,
Her bod rubbed down in even strokes,
The industry giants went into her steam room,
Their towels removed,
She snorted cocaine up her ape honker,
And a little bitty tear dropped from her eye,
Beaten from the huge palm of Master Brown,
For she knew that death was close and near,
She was sold for the use of the White Lion,
The detectives stripped down to the raw,
They took her standing on the steel rack,
Echoes in the autopsy chambers of moaning lust,
They scalped her dried out pubic mane,
And peeled back her ugly mug,
Gawking at her nude flesh with laughter and cheer,
The barbarian was gutted like a slaughtered swine,
Her guts were grinded for the big Whooper man,
Her fishy mouth open wide,
The hook of the latest catch of the day,
The lava tongue of warmth from an ice cold heart,
Shadow agents standing by the steel doors,
Waiting for their turn to dehumanize dead sloth,
That is about the size of her digusting oiled zit,
Exploding out between her buttered chicken wings,
Smell the fear...
White Lion

Albany, NY

#12 Nov 4, 2013
They removed the dead barbarian from the grave,
Her head twisted off like a bottle cap,
Her tongue was rotted in her glued shut mouth,
But chunky white fingers pry her lips apart,
They opened her pie hole by squeezing her honker,
And slipped their noodles in with pumping frenzy,
Her eyes were gone but the bugs crawled out,
Her dried mane falling out into their wicked palm,
The entry of moaning and groaning Dr Frank Fungoo,
The retard stripped bare and climbed into her box,
Whack a whack a wham a and french stuffing,
The turkey started gobbling sounds of screaming,
Tortured birdie in the dead trees high above,
It flew down for the retard's stupid brain,
Ring ding a ling,
Ring ding a ling,
Ring ding a ling,
Ring ding a ling,
Ring ding a ling,
The nude doctor devine gawking at the dead swine,
The call of the old frontier,
Pecking with untamed anger,
The barbarian and retard were ripped to pieces,
The flesh was crawling with filthy worms of love,
And the turkey magically flew into the cloads,
And disappeared...
White Lion

Albany, NY

#13 Nov 15, 2013
Dark chicken stew,
Pounded and beaten flesh,
Cocaine barbarian,
Floating in the boiling steam,
The detectives removed their clothes,
And shook her deformed bod one more time,
The fist of master Brown,
Breaking the honker of the circus clown,
Her blood gushing out with the strong arm of force,
Her flesh wrapped tight in clear plastic,
Swinging from the old oak tree,
Her open mouth filled with the seed of man,
Her tongue lotioned with the lava of power,
The ripping entry of powerful sexual thrust,
The retard was made to strip and drip,
The eagle flies over the clouded skies,
The electric eye,
Hunting for the scattered apes,
She screamed and squealed until her last breath,
And the celebration of hooded knights continue,
For a new day was born of superiority,
The giants of the new recording industry rejoice,
Triumph and victory is sung in the wind,
A quiet calm has overcome with the death of ape,
Baboon woman,
Her head held under the boiling bubbles,
Her dark skin peeled like crab...

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