Rape Joke, Take 1.A Rape Joke.Here’s some nicely B0t’d spam from this morning.
“Up there on the plains;
Above the Canyon wall,
The Snow Bull shakes His mane! O! My God!
The Great White Buffalo!”
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.
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.
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
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.
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.
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.
The Gary Webb Memorial IranContra Viewer
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Oh, snap. Gotcha.