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Happy New World Rape Joke.

Rape Joke, Take 1.A Rape Joke.Here’s some nicely B0t’d spam from this morning.

 

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  • The Aristocrats, and Other Rape Jokes

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    Massaging The Glass Teat

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    The Duke, The Clown, The Kids & US

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    Custer’s Pie

    “Up there on the plains;
    Above the Canyon wall,
    The Snow Bull shakes His mane! O! My God!
    The Great White Buffalo!”
    Chief Joseph

    The Nez Perce thought that their predilections for driving game with “controled” prairie burns and willful conspiritorial contracting with European adventurers as guides/traders/mercenaries would lead to a more fair-handed Final Powwow With Whitey than the settlements given to the Peoples formerly known as Neighboring Tribes. Hell, they had even adopted a French name as, well, Lengue Franca for their clan of clans. Chief Joseph, bearer of that most Potent Occidental moniker shared by both my half-Apache father and the Earthly paternal trustee of Jesus, surely felt that lines had been crossed. This was not the calling plan they had signed up for during the Introductory Period.

    No one expects Enclosure.


    “Eying Common Lands with Bad Intent! O! AquaLung!”

    Don’t feel too bad for the indigenous peasentry; the Iroquois had an Enclosure schema wrapped up in the Federalism established by thier constitution that was so niffty we took thier land AND thier jurisprudence.

    It was a turn-key system.

    “Anyone who vented their anger by damaging partitioning fences could expect harsh teatment. In the ‘main features’ of the Haute Huntre, Lincs. – Enclosure Act, 1767 the penalties for wilfull and malicious cutting, breaking down, burning or demolishing of any division fence were a fine of £5 to £20 for the first offence [or 1 to 2 months imprisonment], a £10 to £40 fine [or a 6 to 12 month sentence], and ‘transportation for 7 years as a felon’ for the third offence.”

    Let us give thanks to our Displaced Ancestors for handing down the Iron Fist of American Property Law prior to having it used against them at rifle point; for they illustrated thusly what the eventual harvest becomes when one sows Elitism with a Seed Gun.

    Sunday Sermonette With Rev. Tommy D

    The one thing all cultures of H. Sapiens can agree on is that money is our common tongue, and we’re all somehow each and everyone intractably reliant upon it to the point that we are inseperable from it and it’s dance is our jig of life. Money is just a tool; an incredably misused tool, and yet we all spin around the anti-Maypole of pecuniary “need” like an acidheaded carpenter who’s married his sabre saw.

    If i chose to use one tool, and one tool only, for each chore in my garden, regardless of season or chore at hand, you’d think me a fairly crappy gardener, yes?

    Hard Knock Life



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    There’s a saying amongst the Vedicly-inclined that it’s hard to keep it, shall we say, real when one is permuttated in Kali Yuga. Too much decadence, the story goes. The cycle of four ages is full of Maya at that point, making the last age one in which simple acts of selflessness garner more Dharmic Credit Points than in others, comensurate to the difference in overall general turdishness the rest of the biosphere would be exhibiting. Thusly, the Buddha-emulation clique (a subset of the Vedicly-inclined demographic) often remark that Enlightenment™ is easier to attain during Kali Yuga, on a sliding scale that approaches 0 as T(ime) approaches End.

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    Shaggy and Scooby, Palestinian Heshers in Baghdad.

    If D’J33pZ(0rX) swings past this entry, maybe she’ll be kind enough to comment and tell the stry of how she reintroduced me to G0D and Grotus via explicating the principle of Kali Yuga to yours truly whilst dodging SoDo traffic to thier hit Top 40 cut from thier seminal disk, Slow Motion Apocalypse.

    Grotus – Kali Yuga

    It really doesn’t seem reasonable that this particular global bloom of Alpha sapiens will maintain a tenable possitive growth pattern with regards to that species’ growing personal and collective institutional resource requirments and the biosphere’s current rate of resource depletion. However, h. sapiens has been virulently responsive to extreme environmental shifts in the past, showing a stubborn resiliency that could mean aeons of additional torment for all terrans (and possible extraterrestrius effects).

    Will there be trade unionism in the Off World Colonies™?


    Fuck trade unionism and the little bossman it rode in on. One Big Union.

    Found my old pledgecard whilst digging to the bottom of the bivouac here at Last Daze InterBai HQ.

    This is what i wanted to show y’all.


    Discuss amongst yourselves.

    Society needs to be social. The means of production ARE common community assets, and as such communal use/access guarantee assurance is the primary job of any oversight institutions that proport to be acting in the civic interest.


    X5 of Arabia, Agent of Change.

    There’s a good FCC/streetball tie-in somewhere. For those readers who Fear The Linkz, the above pictured Saudi tagger X5 is lobbying the wet-gherkins of the Haus o’ Saud government to fund some neighborhood playareae, which really isn’t too much to ask. One shouldn’t have to ask one’s master for the occassional bone; decorum dictates the regular flick of gristle from the head table towards the shadows skulking the floor at the edge of the candlelight.


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    From the article:

    (the newly appointed official in charge of Jiddah’s beautification, Jiddeh city official Mohamed Jamal) Abo-Umara, 45, said young men like Alwani should not be held accountable until officials are sure they’ve done right by local youth.

    “What have we done for young people? Have we asked them what they need or want?” said Abo-Umara, wearing a flowing white head scarf and long robe. “Until I talk to them and find out why they are scribbling all over Jiddah and do my part in offering them the services we’re supposed to provide, then I can’t punish or criticize them.”

    Look.

    It comes to this. Always.

    It’s all us. The future can be one long-ass dreary unending clusterthroating of compounding institutional usurption of our common resources or we can grow up, stop putting fucking fences around our increasingly drab walls, claiming every toy in the percievable world our personal private slave-object and learn to share like civilised toddlers. Looking up to “authority” percieved resident in the wealthy elite who really do run things for the edification of global business ventures with whom they have more than casual invested interests in is the number one crippling cognitive prion that the governed can cure themselves of.

    Ask your Doktor if shedding your need for a shepherd is right for you.

    He’ll say “Yes.”

    Pounding Sand

    Soundtracking In A New World Window by Outkast
    Fair Friday morning t’ ye’all, fellow Citizen Workers. I spent a little time last night between night tremors updating the Operation: Enduring GangRape Player. I even threw in a very touching vid from a soldier of his buddy playing football with some kids in Tukrit (or some backlot in LA, can’t recall which). I felt it provided a good countertensioning between the videos on women prisoner treatment and the friendly fire POV snuff. The new opener is “Guernica In Iraq”, an AMV from the WarFan communitee.
    Renting: It’s A War Thang, Baby

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    RE; FF POV: In all fairness to the US aviator(s) involved in the above archived incident in which a British convoy was introduced to The Lightening Round, the fault clearly lies with C&C. The guy asked his wingman to confirm, and then nagged him to double back on it, then re-confirmed twice with the tower. They twice (at least) erroneously reported no coalition activity or presence in the area, chiming in just after his second run. Sounds to me like he felt it coming and did his best to avoid it; the way he cracks when they describe the “yellow cabs” of the UK armour he had just vapourised smacks of deja vous.

    Besides, this is BP’s war. Fuck the Redcoats. If they pulled more shifts in the air and drove like White Folks they wouldn’t have to duck so much.

    Reinventing Your Selfishness: Prophylogeneticity Cross-indicates pr0ntogenicity

    God – On All Fours(btw, i recommend using th’ WordPress WebSnap widget here…it’s hillariously Junglistical.)

    The Washington Post discovered that US backed militias do sometimes hang out with drug-cartel thugs, albiet only if said thugy drugies “infiltrate” aforementioned militias’ no-doubt labrynthian security and internal oversight commandcontrols. Which are probably the best a boy can learn to emulate at the School For The Americas, where No Child Gets Left Unraped Until Blind™.

    So a couple bad apples made a couple coke deals. WTF. At least we don’t train them to torture nuns.

    Or kill reporters.

    VLogPlaya



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    Thought i was gonna bust out the Gary Webb movies again, huh? Pwnt.

    Hey, Cowboy Bob! Yeah, you, kid-cakes! Wanna buy a Hat?

    It’s utility ’round here is over. Finished, done, gone, out. Somebody should claim it ‘afor’n ah give it to the freeballing UtiliKilt guy who lives up the hill. He’d wear it, too, and get away with it. W/e. Here’s the keeper part.

    Kurt said (insomuch as this particular nonanimate Golem speaks; which is to say “C_j flipped a coin”) that the American Flag™ that he sat on for 4 (5?) years is up for the Patriot that can step up to claim both Flag and Hat. I think it’s a 48-star flag; hard to tell being as it’s folded proper. Hey, i was a trained civil servant once.


    Ok, maybe not totally proper.

    So, yeah. Still trying to sell our worlds over here.

    I’ve multch’d more furniture than we’ve managed to sell or give away. W/e. Think today’s sale is going to be a Moving Moving Sale. Like a movable feast, yeah? Except the other people don’t know that we’re going to show up at thier door with a bunch of crap to sell (and leave lying around if no-one’s buying). I’ve already got a milkcrate full of random electoronics that Al Qu’aeDaffy would (allegedly) love to get a hol’t of and a intercom mic/aux/VO unit loaded on the TrundleRound™. Think i’ll pack on one each amp and tapedeck, maybe the conduit crate, and that fucking 10-column candleabra that keeps tripping me. Roll on down to Fremont, after cartoons of course. Leave it all in front of Lenin with a note that says “stoopid baby” under a large Prussian-pointing arrow.

    It’s going to be a spectacular day, People. Forward along the Shining Path.

    We have nothing to lose but our wallet chains.

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    Labour Pleasures

    Cognitive DeGaussing
    The Thunder; Perfect Mind

    Perceptive Polarization
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