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great stuff wmb7. and in the future of orwellian oppression perhaps the next american sniper will take pictures of the terrorists, so they can later be detained. (the us media took pictures of the protestors at Tienemen square the Chinese police pulled them off the satellite and used them to arrest the people, but MSM is nothing if not decent, they fuzz out nipples and such, but never the faces of democracy protestors when the secret police want to find them) and obama is the great fraud, i love that vibrating shot of him, candidate use to flip flop, now they vibrate. cool. greenspan said recently buy gold [he didnt say bitchez] sort of like that guy playing chess with the knight in seventh seal. get your affairs in order, we're coming for you, and you should believe him [bitchez].
never have i been so disappointed. what could have been a depraved and phallic-spangled gay bonanza disintegrated into flaccid angst with an aging doogie howser scampering about on-stage in his skivvies. where was the robert maplethorpe extravaganza? why not a meth/bathhouse motif for the musical numbers? and who can explain the total absence of any gimps? this shit was about as anticlimactic as the last episode of seinfeld...poor lil dr. doogie's been lathering up for this thing since before he donned his first set of scrubs; and for all the in-your-face fabulousness he could'a hurled at amorica we were forced to endure several hours of charmless artifice insisting that it be liked at all costs. and since it's clear that decency and dignity were to be freely sacrificed for the sake of sensationalism fizzling to a melange of bourgeois moralizing, why did the pervs in hollywood so sanitize this rendering of their homo-erotic fantasy? why not go whole-hog, hollywood homos? i mean to say, this was your chance to spooge in amorica's face and you instead use it to fall on your knees pleading for middle-class acceptance?
in truth, janus didn't watch the oscars this year. in advertising the fact that doogie was to this year dj they were by it implying that several not-so-subtle elements were sure to be included in the award's delivery. namely -- and from this principal all themes ancillary -- the marketing and demonstration of the host's sexuality. and since gomer pyle is as gay as i can take it on television, and because gay propaganda has gone past saturation in the hive-mind, i instead spent the evening cursing the cold...like most red-blooded amoricans.
there is also something else evident in all this madness. it is an explicit insistence that each and every choose a side (you're either with us or the 'terrirsits'); moreover, the parameters of the respective positions have already been established, are continually reset, and the individual has no business whatsoever modulating his views from the pre-fabricated polarities. in other words, you've either to side with bigots or flamboyants. it is simply not satisfactory that i or anyone else tolerate homosexuality as a phenomena in society, it is now imperative that all enthusiastically endorse its wildest extravagance and cede to such nonsense as transgendereds in the military and publicly funded genital mutilations (until we can transmorgify the chromosomes of individuals from XY to XX and back again, we're just slicin willies) or be branded a bigot.
and so, if the consequence of boycotting doogie's diaper show is the dreaded scarlet letter "H" for homophobe, janus grudgingly accepts the ignominy. what is more, i'm sick to death of propaganda posing as art and the aggressive efforts to categorize all as one thing or the other, with each thing animated with malice and acrimony against its other. on the one hand, i do not begrudge any homosexual the pursuit of life, liberty or happiness; on the other hand, i cannot ignore certain traits peculiar to this lifestyle. for example, mrs. janus has made the acquaintance of some young gay man with whom she works. he the other day told her that he's about to have his EIGHTH surgery for something he described as 'manopause'...meaning trauma induced rectal bleeding. this young man is only 20 years old. i could not help but recoil in revulsion. does this make me a bigot?
as an irascible and intractable bigot disinclined to endure a three hour sermon on the merits of sodomy, janus can rightwise expect to decamp in some lovely fema facility for his regime of reeducation. but before departing, i'd like to share a couple true-to-life anecdotes that may illustrate this tendency in society to substitute propaganda for art and shape citizens into bleating binary-minded sheep.
the story of janus and the yeshiva:
not two weeks ago janus offered the headmaster of a very elite school for the scions of boston's leading jewish families the chance of a lifetime.
"how bout if i preach the Gospel of Jesus Christ to your student body there at the yeshiva?"
on second thought, i'm going to forego the telling of the story of janus and the yeshiva...after spending some 3/4's an hour spinning it i decided to delete it. the heart just wasn't in it...too many moving parts to do it justice in so condensed a version -- tucked between my oscar review and the anecdote i really wanted to share. but, let it be known, i will someday tell the tale of how janus offered to evangelize to and otherwise assist the children of boston's most important jews in distinguishing Art from propaganda.
okay, before anecdote #2 some coffee and an interlude:
this interlude is dedicated to the daffodil, a flower that is no doubt by now pricking through the dewy loam in dixie whilst we cower and shiver beneath a cold and thick quilt of icy purgatory in new england.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hN_WEmNsrQI
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yVlPGdAKw2Y
and now, for the freshest song around: "daffodils"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jxd9xsD1M2w
anecdote #2 has two titles.
janus and the mentally defective.
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the senseless necessity of choosing sides.
as has been mentioned, our society imposes stern demands that we all pitch our tent in some camp or the other. whether we be blue or red or any of the other associated permutations we're permitted, it is vital that we all cast our lot with a team and dutifully adopt their creed. for those of us resistant to this implicit herding in society, all the teams seem to be peopled with retards, captained by dullards and inspired by the most idiotic of orthodoxies; and so we normally avoid participation therewith. even so, the best of men are oft at times compelled to take a position for the purpose of expedience or sometimes simple affection. a recent experience has forced janus to ask some tough questions of himself...in a given situation, with two sides hopelessly pitted against the other and no remedy save conflict to mediate the difference, would janus adopt one cause or the other?
my journey of self-discovery began when i picked up toby, the young man with down syndrome.
before going any further it will serve the reader's understanding of this narrative if i make a couple confessions: 1) i find down-syndromers to be the most delightful of homo-sapiens. and even though their chromosomal count technically prohibits their inclusions among our species, janus -- broadminded gentleman that he is -- is happy to welcome them as brothers...i'll go so far as to say they're an asset to our kind...always happy and smiling, the down-syndromer is a-okay with janus. 2) i do not have so charitable an opinion of the autistic. the autistic are incorrigibly unpleasant and hostile to the concept of happiness.
anyway, toby situates himself in the cab and secures his seatbelt. toby and janus were by now well-acquainted and forming a healthy friendship. of all the interesting features particular to toby, his keen sense of humor was most impressive. whatever impairments of mental acuity are specific to the down-syndromer i can't say for sure, in toby's case we find a high-functioning individual with a strong sense of self who's able to metabolize sarcasm and a bit of irony (way more than can be expected of your average autistic).
janus takes it upon himself to test the frontiers of toby's capacity for sarcasm and irony every time we meet, and this time was to be no exception.
while toby was texting his parents to let them know he was safe and sound, janus sees if he can get a laugh outta him.
"hey, toby, tell them that you've been arrested."
"what?" i didn't detect any concern in his inquiry, so i pressed ahead.
"yeah, tell them that you've been arrested for resisting arrest and that you'll probably miss supper."
toby didn't laugh or object, so i figured i should keep adding to the joke, "no, tell them you've been arrested for assault."
still no response.
"wait, i've got it...tell them you've been arrested for impersonating a police officer!"
"impersonating a police officer is a serious matter!" toby seemed concerned, if not alarmed. he wasn't taking my arrest gag in the humor it was intended. time to lighten the mood and steer this conversation into subjects better suited to comity and fraternity.
for the last several visits we'd been discussing what present would be best for his girlfriend. janus at one point suggested a teddy bear, such that she would have something to cuddle (named "toby") and coo over...something that wouldn't be in a week discarded like flowers or candy. toby loved the idea; and toby's enthusiasm inspired janus to function as a mentor to the young, love-struck down-syndromer.
and so it was while discussing his plans for valentine's day that toby let slip an admission. seems toby had recently seen his ex-girlfriend.
in charges janus the mentor, "oh-no, toby, let me give you a little advice. you've got to understand a few things here. number one: women are crazy and everything they do, say or feel flows from this crackling insanity kindled deep within them. if, for example, you were to reveal to your current girlfriend that you've recently seen your ex-girlfriend you can definitely expect the kind of fury unknown in the deepest bowels of hell."
i paused to take a breath and see if toby was taking it all in...janus interpreted the deafening silence as confirmation that i had a rapt audience...
"number two: she will use this information to first clobber you with grief and accusations and slander; then she'll pretend to forgive you, only frequently renew her assaults recalling the sordid affair every time she feels it's appropriate to harangue. it's how women play at power in a relationship...and don't let their dainty size and slender wrists fool you! they are beasts when it comes to relationships...behind all that downy hair and those supple lips and that soft skin is a wild-eyed harangue-o-tang ready to take you down."
i then paused with mentorly repose awaiting any questions my young apprentice may have...still nothing but a piercing silence. at this point i pivoted around to make eye contact, smile and commiserate with my down-syndrome brother on the enigma of women. instead, it is my sad duty to report that toby was positively mortified.
there was in toby's terror a most fascinating aspect. it was clear that this was a virgin fear for young toby. almost as if life had so far spared him of any anxieties relative to jealousy and all the caustic havoc it can spill into the limpid pools of true love. and though i'm heartbroken at having spoiled some measure of his innocence, it's best if he arm himself with the truth on these matters. no down-syndrome protege of janus' is going to careen through life without a warning or two on the wile of women.
all the same, i was moved to soften things. going out of my way to assuage any concerns toby may have, i assured him that nothing was amiss and life would for him be nothing but teddy bears and gum-drops -- provided he didn't do anything stupid like discuss his rendevous with his ex-mistress.
as i pulled away confident that toby was improved by wisdom and humor, it couldn't be helped but to feel some sense of accomplishment and fulfillment. it's important to stay humble and all, but sometimes we must pat ourselves on the back. hip-hip for janus.
it wasn't long before i began pondering the implications of my affection for toby and the greater share of down-syndromers everywhere...supposing it came down to brass tacks...imagining if perchance the autistics and down-syndromers found themselves in a tete a tete...if, hypothetically, there were a mexican stand-off pitting each among the mentally challenged against his natural enemy, would janus choose a side?
you bet i would! and it isn't so much due to my bias against autistics, it's more to do with my affection for toby and all his happy brethren.
i could see myself boldly leading an army of down-syndromers into battle against their sworn rivals, the evil austics. we would settle the question of primacy once and for all and forever establish who shall rule among their kind.
i'm thinking something like a lord of the rings meets the mentally defective...now that's a movie amorica is anxious to see! hell, i'd buy the DVD. hollywood, i hope you're taking note. see you homos in february when janus collects a trophy case worth of golden statuettes.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y8wifV5RYr8
janus
for chris sake janus that was longer than the AA ceremony. i watched it all you dickwad so i can say it was really decent, i could actually understand the theme of the program, as described by the president of the academy, [story telling] and you could understand why Birdman won, [it looks like a pretty compelling story.] ignoring american sniper was the best way to handle that problem. good. why Sponge Bob the movie didn't get a nomination, well Disney doesn't own the franchise, yet.. i hope Bikini Bottom stays just as wonderful as it has always been.
I have for you two words:
GET HELP!!!!!
It may be a signpost to my burgeoning enlightenment, that of all the things I have read since greeting the dark morning at 5:15 a.m., this is the first thing I've read thru to completion.
Butt, i beg to differ on awards and who deserves them.
Not one of the nominees for the Oscars deserved to lose, to not get it. The skills, art and execution by any of ALL nominees for all categories, is the REAL award.
The Statuette, while a symbol of highest attainment----as judged by a buncha very faulty human beans at AMPAS---- carried not a feather of weight with Comte, nor should it with the actors and all the support who did not receive one.
I beg you to widen your perspective even more and dispense with awards of all types, unless you have some cash you wish to use as a substitute, always welcome.
Autism and Down's are relatively benign brain damages compared to the black eyed, jewish, sociopathic investment banksters like Lord Blankfein, Stephen Schwarzmann, Dick Fuld, etc, or the homocentric 20-surgery buttfuckers, and the narcissistic plague that surrounds us in all media. Although the weather girls at
http://www.businessinsider.com/americas-15-hottest-weather-forecasters-2...
can brighten one's fantasies on the most wintry days.
BTW, not to brag but I used to be an embedded, pulitzer journalist, with a Green Beret, and came under violent fire at Tan Son Nhut airbase, nearly lost my right eye, (which some say acccounts for my liberal attitude to all butt the anal sex occurring among any species) a C2 compression fracture, and an acute Compartment Syndrome of my left butt cheek, resulting in permanent gross deformity requiring pants and jeans that have one side nearly triple the other. Iu have to stand for the rest of my life, everywhere for everything. Movies, Church, classes, lectures, ZZ Top concerts, doctors', even my hospital beds had to be nearly erect. In the right light I could be mistaken for our dear amigo, Dr Lecter.
oh yeah, Comte...i remember you. janus was that green beret. i remember how you betrayed me to the reds at the mouth of the dragon river delta; and all for the love of a harlot! i tried to warn you in bangkok; but you thought you could turn the world on its head and tame the shrew. serves you right how she double-crossed you to the nationalists. i guess you thought i'd forgotten...i crossed that jungle living off snakes and leeches...brought home a head full of shrapnel and an opiate addiction...all while Comte basks in the glow of his pulitzers and fashionable friends.
but nothing's changed, Comte...the world still turns and the war still rages...as for janus, he's still up to his old tricks; he never signed any truces; doesn't even understand the meaning of the word surrender...they drew first blood and i'll never forget it!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rjptQSfuTy8
janus
Quite entertaining janus.
You should appear more often as a bit of truth emulsified with levity is just what the dr. ordered to keep one's sanity in check.
Willy-G,
i particularly appreciate your complement. whether i'm philosophizing, ruminating, yarn-spinning or story-telling i intend always to be above all entertaining. i furthermore favor that phrase of yours, "emulsified with levity". that's sorta what i aim to do...and then i like to reverse it with infinitely dense gravity...and then release into the ether with another bout of lighter levity.
as far as sanity goes, it's difficult to maintain in the present circumstance. we in the bay colony are burrowing through the aisles of a byzantine labyrinth; into a six feet block of ice and snow we've carved a system of tunnels. janus sometimes feels like a character from a popular movie who found himself nettled in such a predicament.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rfpKXa-AhPE
cabin fever can be a bitch...maybe i picked the wrong year to quit drinking...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=60WR8dB0H-s
like i was saying, these winters, with their duration and intensity, are screaming out for action. and so it is that i make a modest proposal to all of new england: in order that we may rid ourselves of this blasted ice and snow, janus doth hereby propose that we set every single tree on fire and melt the cursed stuff. we will by this accomplish two objectives. first, we'll melt the snow and all the land will rejoice. second, we'll erase the blot these trees inflict on our environs. what good are trees, i ask you? hogging all the daylight, obscuring the sun, spreading out their hideous and spindly arms across the sky. curse them all, root and branch!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7J8d18ZkXE8
janus
nice work with the post face-lift Kerry pic,
what an arrogant, narcissistic piece of shit
Looking at these douchebags makes me wonder what it's like to not have a soul. These people have children for fuck sake!
Reminds me of some other comic geniuses - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K_b3oPslctA&index=1&list=PLGj1VZwLtr4Uhx...
University of Kent has warned Fluoride in drinking water may trigger depression and weight gain, warn scientists
Around 15,000 people could be suffering needlessly from thyroid problems because of fluoride in drinking water, the University of Kent has warned
Excellent as usual wb7, ... we are all so proud of the over-acheivers in gov & fin-sector, this is a fitting tribute to their greatness.
long
coffin nails...
HOLY CARP!
WHAT HAPPENED TO THE ROTHSCHILD VS ROTHSCHILD STORY?
NOT TO BE FOUND.
PLEASE SAY ZH IS NOT CENSORING MAJOR TRUTH REVEALING STORIES.
PLEASE TYLER, SAY IT AIN'T SO!
Truly mysterious!
Where is it? Why is it gone?
Who owns ZH anyway?
http://www.zerohedge.com/news/2015-02-20/rothschild-vs-rothschild
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»The archive server has problems. I often can't find posts. If you really want it send them an email.
I'll wait and see - thanks WB7.
Pheww....
I was talking about this on ZH Chatroom yesterday...
I don't know what's going on... I hope the Hasbara Zionists haven't managed to defeat the great Tyler.
It would mark another nail in the coffin of Constitutional Free Speech.
It is beyond my walnut-sized suboptimal brain how you come up with such mass quantities of this north slope tripweed bad acid crazy fukin' shit.
Whoot!
(Full Metal Jackbitch pushed me over the edge.)
This stunning interview from John Wells deconstructs the Boston Marathon hoax. It is two hours long, but best of class, and goes through the visual anomalies. These videos tend to get pulled off the internet, so act quickly to view.
http://winteractionables.com/?p=18715
yer killin me.
Don't stop. ;-)
Well done WB7
I saw Baron Harkonnen.
Flo
Ting
Amazing work as allways. I really like the Sellout one.
Sell out for 30 pieces of silver?
I'm thinking about it.....can you go anymore?
If you can throw in a bust of Julius Caesar.....you'll probably have me.