I found this interesting article written in 2012 by one Russian, who wanted to explain, why he is pro-Putin. I already knew most of his points, but some are little known and yet so revealing. I think the West still does not know, who Putin really is, as our views are so often distorted by our media. These two points were most interesting for me:
1) Putin became the chief of the FSB, the former KGB. Later he will say that he did not like that and did not want that. "I thought KGB was finished for me", – he said. He was not just another chief of FSB. He actually did one thing that nobody else could. At that time mine workers had a long term strike and cut the only rail road that connected european and asian parts of Russia. It meant that the country was separated in two. The Russia could cease to exist. Mine workers just stayed there for months and nobody could persuade them not to ruin the country. Nobody except Putin. He went to them and talked. He did not talk like a FSB chief. He did not talk from the position of power. He talked with them about the country, about what they do, about what will happen. And they listened. The country was saved. Very few people know this but this was so impressive that Yeltsin made him a prime minister.
2) State finances the extremely oppositional radio station named "Echo of Moscow". Yes, you read that right: state finances the opposition. Many pro-Putin people are against such financing but the state still does that. The station tells all kind of untruth and bad stuff but it is still getting money. All these years. Opposition leaders appear on TV. They organize meetings on streets, and police is very tolerant. There are a lot of newspapers, which oppose to the government. There are many web sites. No repressions. Even more: the government hears them and uses lots of things from them.If somebody tells you that opposition can't speak to people of being repressed, that's simply a lie.
putin has taken at last 50 billion of money from oil companies. he is top dog. and people respect that and he knows that he needs that respect to rule in a nation without meaningful law . but because russia has low taxes people like it and root for an underdog.
the thing is, he is just like our own oligarchs. maybe the difference is what he inherited, a fucking soviet humpty dumpty. so what of our own putins?
the dick cheneys the clitnons the dicktastics and the dicktaters?
"Nathir: In chess and in war the key to winning is to anticipate what your opponent will do in advance. Think two moves ahead. The art of asymmetrical warfare is less about inflicting damage than provoking a response. Terrorism is theater. And theater is always performed for an audience. Ours is the American people. But they are dispersed across a large country. The question is how to convince them that nowhere is safe."
i was just thinking Obama could be his sidekick, Chemo Sabe, because he's a native American, but he's not a native American. oh well, silver bullets all around. or maybe we can recast Obama in Blazing Saddles with Putin as the Waco Kid?
When I was about 27 a Chippewa Indian co-worker explained to us poor white trash what Chemo Sabe meant. Chemo Sabe = cock sucker. All those Lone Ranger episodes I had watched as a kid instantly changed. Is nothing sacred?
How about arrest Obirdbrain for his huge list of treason and felony crimes, prosecute him and have him shot by firing squad?
Nothing will ever be funny about the progressive evil of Obirdbrain-To start with he is murdering American citizens with his illegal alien and Islamic terrorist invasion.
Here's a tip. Your wife is mixing a teaspoon of rat poison in your coffee every morning. Your mental state is proof of that. You should set up a web cam to catch her. You can thank me now.
good morning, all...janus interrupts your regularly scheduled and most nutritious all-amorican morning serving of gmo'd double-hydrogenation -- the breakfast of champions -- to bring you glad tidings from the wiles of vermont's woodlands. massachusetts recently drafted an heroic piece of legislation whereby all resident males of sound mind and body were to undergo gender reassignment if they were found to be males of sound mind and body by a panel of experts (br-racial lesbians boasting no less than one cubic meter of dred-locks). in a gesture reflecting the open-mindedness and tolerance embodied in the legislation, any males of sound mind and body willing to genuflect before a graven image of serena williams and undergo a rigorous course in gender/racial sensitivity would be permitted to maintain their present gender status, provided they publicly denounce their person and curse themselves, their ancestors and their progeny...check, check & check.
being pleasantly surprised that they'd select a campsite for the venue, i lept at the opportunity to hear a bunch of african, asian, latino & native american lesbians explain to janus exactly what it means to be a white american enjoying the boundless benefits of his white-privilege, and because i like to camp. now, i was 'pleasantly' surprised because, as was just said, being out in nature is for janus a pleasant thing; i was 'surprised' because, well, niggaz iz terrified of bugs. no shit, from my earliest youth it was always amusing observing the negro when in the presence of natures most harmless of insects...introduce a lady-bug into the setting and just watch the negro howl in petrified mortification until the benign lil bug buzzes off. they are also paralyzed with fright when any dog unknown to them comes bounding in. and so, included in my camping supplies were a bag of crickets, grasshoppers, milipedes and silver-fish...oh, i brought along two snarling doberman pinchers, too -- ""nero" & "hadrian" are the cutest dobermans you'll ever see.
what better way to break the ice than with a gag-bag full of creepy critters and some cuddly pets to frolic about? after all, everybody loves a good laugh at their own expense (even bi-racial lesbians) and what heart doesn't melt in the company of two ferocious and perfectly trained domermans? exactly. i was sure to be mr. popularity and permanently dispel all prejudice or any pejorative notions associated with white males...janus was simply determined to win them over.
things didn't go as hoped. for example, they didn't respond according to expectations over the the whole doberman incident. i mean, being 'almost' mauled by a doberman on command and actually being mauled are two totally different things -- the law is clear on this -- of course i was going to call them off...it was all just a joke...you know, making light of my white-privlige and whatnot...i was being self-deprecating, and that's supposed to be cool and funny. they didn't get it. also, and i don't want to point any fingers, but some people are prone to over-reaction and hyper-sensitivity. and, look, if i were being 'racist' with the whole dog/negro thing, i would'a used german shepherds. as it were, nero & hadrian were not embraced with the kind of warmth and enthusiasm that one should expect from sensitive people...those SJW's and cry-bullies hurt my puppies' feelings, and i 'almost' dropped their leashes five or six more times during the course of that dreadful pow-wow. all the same, it's easy to keep the floor when you've got nero & hadrian backin up your bark (a trick i learned from professor click).
hoping to liven the mood and put that doberman incident out of their minds, i next sought to cheer the atmosphere with the hilarity only creepy-crawly critters can effect. again, these bitches were grim. they did not react to the sudden infestation of scurrying insects the way one may hope.
and, looking back, i should'a just let things resolve themselves; instead, i insisted on being the hero...never attempt to be a hero -- take it from janus. seeking only to help, i gripped serena's tennis racket and started whacking the shit outta those shrieking bi-racial lesbos. it took no less than half an hour to whack every last bug to death.
really, i had no choice. feeling somewhat responsible for the infestation, i couldn't just sit there causally as my new sistahs were spiraling about in a frenzied and altogether unseemly spectacle...a veritable blur of dread-locks flapping about in every direction, set to the tune of existential horror as it flails in spasms of mindless panic. and, to be honest, their screams were so intense and loud...one could be forgiven for becoming annoyed; and so one must forgive janus for his intolerance. having had just about enough of the shrieking, i, not unlike a young king author, took up serena's ex calibur and set to slaughtering all the insects menacing my new sistahs.
brutal but effective.
before you start asking janus how they conveyed their gratitude, i want to stop you. their rudeness knew no limits. after putting up with all that howling and sundry bug-related ruckus, i had to endure a barrage of whining and griping about the whelps that resulted from the tennis racket whacking, which if left unwhacked they'd all still be clawing out their eyes to escape the menace of crickets -- which would be totally whack. but i only listened to so much of it...twern't long till i had to solicit nero & hadrian's opinion on the matter. those two constitute a super-majority.
things started to really fall apart when i unpacked the vittles and called all gathered to the table, such that we may join in prayer to bless the feast. again, and not to point any fingers, but 'some' people are just incapable of growth. if you're like me, and you think that a gesture meant to explicitly communicate a message of transcendence and over-comming is 'progressive' and forward-thinking, then you may be surprised to learn that some are still living in the past. after the prayer, i lifted the linen covering the meal and grinned. a bounty of fried chicken, collard greens, black-eyed peas and, of course, watermelon for desert was not by my new friends appreciated. i almost spit out my cool aid in disgust at their ingratitude and narrow-mindedness.
having had just about enough of their shenaigans, i then asked them (ever-so politely, i might add) to take a seat -- indian-style -- and listen intently to what i had to say.
thus spoke janus:
"i am very displeased with every last one of you. janus came here to heal and learn. i introduced you to my pets. i tried to bring a spot of laughter and mirth into your morbidity. i then save your very lives from that strange and unexplained infestation. i even paid for supper and set the table. what do i get in return? not so much as a thank you.
i took time off from suffocating kittens, stealing candy from babies and other evil activities enjoyed by all white men to come and extend the hand of frendship...only to have it slapped away.
i am offended.
you each and every one owe me an apology...nero & hadrian insist upon it."
after graciously accepting their most sincere apologies, i continued thusly:
"my new sistahs, it is exceptionally whack to dis on the white male...it's down-right wiggidy-whack -- wiggidy-wiggidy-whack, in point of fact. when one contemplates all the trippin we've endured for the sake of bitches just like yourselves, it quite literally boggles the mind. why we indulge your inscrutable attitudes is beyond me...your insistence that you're somehow owed something for some perceived slight is flabbergasting.
i'd say there's some irony in attending schools founded and maintained by white men when they are to you but devils; but what do i know? additionally, if it is safe, all-black spaces you require, why not go to an all black college? such places do indeed exist. why, pray tell, do you follow us about in pathetic fealty if we are in fact evil?
it's truly sad and comically tragic...or tragically comic -- whichever you prefer.
whatever the case, i do now propose to explain to all what it means to be an african, latino, asian, bi-gender, pan-sexual...what-have-you...in amorica today. for you see, i must interpret your demands that i attend your lil seminar in this manner. in that there is no circumstance under heaven in which i could forsee a situation whereby i'd demand your presence. not to be rude, but i find your company to be most unpleasant; and so, i naturally do all that i can to avoid it -- accordingly, it should be understood that i haven't any use for your explanations of what it means to be me in my country. i have a pretty good handle on things...trust me.
and so, inasmuch as you will not permit 'safe' white spaces and persist in invading them, i will tell you who you are and what is expected of you."
Jeezus, Janus - you all forgot to make the ultimate sacrifice on their behalf.
You shoulda mercy fucked them lesbians all back to heterosexuality.
And, you shoulda offered all of them black fellahs jobs pimping hos, or selling drugs, being as they don't wanna pick cotton no more or step 'n fetchit.
Lastly, invitations to join the NRA served up at gunpoint woulda helped create that ultimate Koombayah moment we all long for.
Gawd, you younguns still need help reaching out to your fellow mans and wimmins.
Manipuflation tried sleeping with his wife two days ago and sleeping was all that happened for at least a while. Manipuflation was sleeping on the edge of the bed and his wife rolled over and knocked manipuflation off the bed. Manipuflation's bedstand is quite sturdy and has sharp corners. Manipuflation only remembers a bright yellow flash after his face hit the edge of the nightstand. Hello? Now Manipuflation looks like he been in another bar fight. Manipuflation had to retreat back to his office to sleep and clean blood from nose, cheek and chin and wonder about going to the chiropractic office instead. Mrs. Manipuflation only laughed at manipuflation because manipuflation has made her pregnent twice before and now some revenge has happened. Manipuflation went to the the feminist bookstore instead and nothing else good happened to manipuflation.
AJ for me is a mixed bag. Same goes for Matt Drudge. They both send a strident message, but they both seem slightly off the mark.
janus, otoh, is always on his game. He doesn't mince words. I appreciate that.
He simply puts into words the absolute absurdity of the human condition- the shit we believe, the shit we tacitly support, the shit we endure, the shit we allow because we're too comfortable in the Matrix.
The world owes all its onward impulses to men ill at ease.
We had snow this morning. I gave up on all of the motorcycles and we pulled the batteries except for my Harley. That battery is dead anyway but you never know. I needed to run the moped and get some Sea Foam through the system to stabilize the fuel. We warmed it up and I said I would ride it. Mrs. M told me that there was no way that I could ride that moped in the snow. I just looked at her and I said 'You still don't understand yet do you?". I hopped on the moped and rode it through the snow and ice. It is not the first time I have done something like that. I know my bikes. You can spin out and skid. It is fun. Mr's M was standing there with her jaw dropped. Some other folks wre looking at me too. Don't worry, I have it. I would not do that with a Harley though. That would not end well.
I am not particular about bikes. I own two Harleys, one Honda and Chinese Bashan moped. To me they are all are great for what they can do. I love motorcycles. I could not even tell you how many I driven in my life. I think I have driven about 15 different bikes in 2015. I have been riding for 33 years so I understand. I taught my wife how to ride too after she told me she would never even ride as a passenger. She got her license. I bought her a Harley. She does OK on it. She is only 108 lbs and the bike is over 600 lbs. She manages well but I ride behind her because people like to pull up and "tailgate". I will slow down to keep space between another vehicle and her. She is only learning. When people are being asshole drivers I can hold them off of my wife's ass. I am sitting there in fourth gear wondering when we will go. Oh boy we made it to 55 mph. I told her that riding that slow is dangerous. You HAVE TO BE READY TO CRACK THE THROTTLE and go.
Well, that is a woman and I like her to ride. Me? My best of 2015 was racing the 2012 Corvette on my Harley. Holy shit, that car rolled but I managed to get up to 120 mph but they had to be going 150 or more. I did alright and kept up to some degree but that Corvette was long gone. I could keep up though enough to see them and I saw where they turned and I knew that I had them. Guess what, any motorcycle turns faster than any Corvette. Many curves on that road. Yeah, I caught the Corvette. We all ended up back in St Cloud safely and gave each other a thumbs up and smiled.
Umm ... You RIDE motorcycles -- you don't drive them...
Also, unless your a WSB qualified rider on a Ducati Panigale etc, there is NO way you're going to keep up with a Corvette on windy road. Bikes corner well, but high performance cars with sticky tires will smoke all but the best bikes on a windy road. The car cornering speed is just so much higher. Where you would have the advantage is on short straights where you can easily out acelerate the car, but not on a Harley. A Yamaha R1 yea sure, Harley umm no...
I've owned over 30 motorcycles and do actually know a wee bit about them.
Well good for you alpha. I was about having fun and not about who won. It was about us both breaking the law with impunity. We didn't endanger anyone else but only ourselves. As far being "qualified" I am not sure what you mean. It does not matter what bike you ride. That pavement is right below your fight. When I was young I crashed a few bikes. You can get away with that at that age.
Because you can't settle anything on a race track. Riding bike is about reaction time to the road conditions. It is about the weight of your bike, the rake of your forks, your tires and your speed. Track riding is boring because you are going around in a circle and never get anywhere. Have you seen Nascar? There are no deer on a Nascar track. I like the Nascar cars but come on. I respect what they do but they do that to themselves. In a way it is the same thing but it really isn't the same thing.
No doubt Putin is ahead in the contest. And several in the EU are wise to Obama's game.
The CIA needs a huge 'false flag' before the EU votes not to renew the Russian sanctions in mid-December. Something bigger than Kiev breaking the truce.
A major terror attack in London or New York.
Or the neocons will strap a suicide belt onto the Negro and tell him to dentonate it during a meeting with Putin in Paris.
I found this interesting article written in 2012 by one Russian, who wanted to explain, why he is pro-Putin. I already knew most of his points, but some are little known and yet so revealing. I think the West still does not know, who Putin really is, as our views are so often distorted by our media. These two points were most interesting for me:
1) Putin became the chief of the FSB, the former KGB. Later he will say that he did not like that and did not want that. "I thought KGB was finished for me", – he said. He was not just another chief of FSB. He actually did one thing that nobody else could. At that time mine workers had a long term strike and cut the only rail road that connected european and asian parts of Russia. It meant that the country was separated in two. The Russia could cease to exist. Mine workers just stayed there for months and nobody could persuade them not to ruin the country. Nobody except Putin. He went to them and talked. He did not talk like a FSB chief. He did not talk from the position of power. He talked with them about the country, about what they do, about what will happen. And they listened. The country was saved. Very few people know this but this was so impressive that Yeltsin made him a prime minister.
2) State finances the extremely oppositional radio station named "Echo of Moscow". Yes, you read that right: state finances the opposition. Many pro-Putin people are against such financing but the state still does that. The station tells all kind of untruth and bad stuff but it is still getting money. All these years. Opposition leaders appear on TV. They organize meetings on streets, and police is very tolerant. There are a lot of newspapers, which oppose to the government. There are many web sites. No repressions. Even more: the government hears them and uses lots of things from them.If somebody tells you that opposition can't speak to people of being repressed, that's simply a lie.
http://www.dmitry-dulepov.com/2012/03/why-did-65-of-russians-vote-for-pu...
Observe the above clip at 1.30.
That's a F- 14 tomcat in its classic pose escorting a Bear bomber..... Except it's not Usn (retired)
The Iranians staged this shot to fuck with the Yanks head.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=ascSnBbxfaU
Hey, William, how about 1 of the Gay Crusader?
Putin is up against "Day Trader Extraordinaire" Yellen.
Hi ho.
putin has taken at last 50 billion of money from oil companies. he is top dog. and people respect that and he knows that he needs that respect to rule in a nation without meaningful law . but because russia has low taxes people like it and root for an underdog.
the thing is, he is just like our own oligarchs. maybe the difference is what he inherited, a fucking soviet humpty dumpty. so what of our own putins?
the dick cheneys the clitnons the dicktastics and the dicktaters?
Interesting quote from 2008 movie; Traitor
"Nathir: In chess and in war the key to winning is to anticipate what your opponent will do in advance. Think two moves ahead. The art of asymmetrical warfare is less about inflicting damage than provoking a response. Terrorism is theater. And theater is always performed for an audience. Ours is the American people. But they are dispersed across a large country. The question is how to convince them that nowhere is safe."
Where is O'Blammie in his Tonto loincloth ?
Waiting in the teepee for the Lone Ranger's long hard gun barrel ?
The west is east and east is west.
Yup, and guess who is going Soviet.
It's good to be a tribe member
http://www.washingtontimes.com/news/2015/nov/20/jonathan-pollard-convict...
http://ajitvadakayil.blogspot.com/2015/11/sanatana-dharma-hinduism-exhum...
I would be leary of a "good cop/bad cop" slight of hand trickery thingy and stuff.
i was just thinking Obama could be his sidekick, Chemo Sabe, because he's a native American, but he's not a native American. oh well, silver bullets all around. or maybe we can recast Obama in Blazing Saddles with Putin as the Waco Kid?
When I was about 27 a Chippewa Indian co-worker explained to us poor white trash what Chemo Sabe meant. Chemo Sabe = cock sucker. All those Lone Ranger episodes I had watched as a kid instantly changed. Is nothing sacred?
How about arrest Obirdbrain for his huge list of treason and felony crimes, prosecute him and have him shot by firing squad?
Nothing will ever be funny about the progressive evil of Obirdbrain-To start with he is murdering American citizens with his illegal alien and Islamic terrorist invasion.
Grimaldus
Here's a tip. Your wife is mixing a teaspoon of rat poison in your coffee every morning. Your mental state is proof of that. You should set up a web cam to catch her. You can thank me now.
how did Obie's dick taste this morning alpha?
Yeah . . .what's this "we" shit, Tonto?
Put an olive branch in the left hand.
On the trail of Obozo and his band of Wahhabis.
Whew...I would have worried if WB7 hadn't used quotes around "Free World".
Putin should start doing Dos Equis ads.
Stay thirsty, my oatmeal headed friend.
Ha not bad!
"Adversity doesn't build character, it reveals it."
and the Lone Ranger rolls over in his grave.
good morning, all...janus interrupts your regularly scheduled and most nutritious all-amorican morning serving of gmo'd double-hydrogenation -- the breakfast of champions -- to bring you glad tidings from the wiles of vermont's woodlands. massachusetts recently drafted an heroic piece of legislation whereby all resident males of sound mind and body were to undergo gender reassignment if they were found to be males of sound mind and body by a panel of experts (br-racial lesbians boasting no less than one cubic meter of dred-locks). in a gesture reflecting the open-mindedness and tolerance embodied in the legislation, any males of sound mind and body willing to genuflect before a graven image of serena williams and undergo a rigorous course in gender/racial sensitivity would be permitted to maintain their present gender status, provided they publicly denounce their person and curse themselves, their ancestors and their progeny...check, check & check.
a grand time was enjoyed by all.
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-3326107/University-Vermont-held-...
being pleasantly surprised that they'd select a campsite for the venue, i lept at the opportunity to hear a bunch of african, asian, latino & native american lesbians explain to janus exactly what it means to be a white american enjoying the boundless benefits of his white-privilege, and because i like to camp. now, i was 'pleasantly' surprised because, as was just said, being out in nature is for janus a pleasant thing; i was 'surprised' because, well, niggaz iz terrified of bugs. no shit, from my earliest youth it was always amusing observing the negro when in the presence of natures most harmless of insects...introduce a lady-bug into the setting and just watch the negro howl in petrified mortification until the benign lil bug buzzes off. they are also paralyzed with fright when any dog unknown to them comes bounding in. and so, included in my camping supplies were a bag of crickets, grasshoppers, milipedes and silver-fish...oh, i brought along two snarling doberman pinchers, too -- ""nero" & "hadrian" are the cutest dobermans you'll ever see.
what better way to break the ice than with a gag-bag full of creepy critters and some cuddly pets to frolic about? after all, everybody loves a good laugh at their own expense (even bi-racial lesbians) and what heart doesn't melt in the company of two ferocious and perfectly trained domermans? exactly. i was sure to be mr. popularity and permanently dispel all prejudice or any pejorative notions associated with white males...janus was simply determined to win them over.
things didn't go as hoped. for example, they didn't respond according to expectations over the the whole doberman incident. i mean, being 'almost' mauled by a doberman on command and actually being mauled are two totally different things -- the law is clear on this -- of course i was going to call them off...it was all just a joke...you know, making light of my white-privlige and whatnot...i was being self-deprecating, and that's supposed to be cool and funny. they didn't get it. also, and i don't want to point any fingers, but some people are prone to over-reaction and hyper-sensitivity. and, look, if i were being 'racist' with the whole dog/negro thing, i would'a used german shepherds. as it were, nero & hadrian were not embraced with the kind of warmth and enthusiasm that one should expect from sensitive people...those SJW's and cry-bullies hurt my puppies' feelings, and i 'almost' dropped their leashes five or six more times during the course of that dreadful pow-wow. all the same, it's easy to keep the floor when you've got nero & hadrian backin up your bark (a trick i learned from professor click).
hoping to liven the mood and put that doberman incident out of their minds, i next sought to cheer the atmosphere with the hilarity only creepy-crawly critters can effect. again, these bitches were grim. they did not react to the sudden infestation of scurrying insects the way one may hope.
and, looking back, i should'a just let things resolve themselves; instead, i insisted on being the hero...never attempt to be a hero -- take it from janus. seeking only to help, i gripped serena's tennis racket and started whacking the shit outta those shrieking bi-racial lesbos. it took no less than half an hour to whack every last bug to death.
really, i had no choice. feeling somewhat responsible for the infestation, i couldn't just sit there causally as my new sistahs were spiraling about in a frenzied and altogether unseemly spectacle...a veritable blur of dread-locks flapping about in every direction, set to the tune of existential horror as it flails in spasms of mindless panic. and, to be honest, their screams were so intense and loud...one could be forgiven for becoming annoyed; and so one must forgive janus for his intolerance. having had just about enough of the shrieking, i, not unlike a young king author, took up serena's ex calibur and set to slaughtering all the insects menacing my new sistahs.
brutal but effective.
before you start asking janus how they conveyed their gratitude, i want to stop you. their rudeness knew no limits. after putting up with all that howling and sundry bug-related ruckus, i had to endure a barrage of whining and griping about the whelps that resulted from the tennis racket whacking, which if left unwhacked they'd all still be clawing out their eyes to escape the menace of crickets -- which would be totally whack. but i only listened to so much of it...twern't long till i had to solicit nero & hadrian's opinion on the matter. those two constitute a super-majority.
things started to really fall apart when i unpacked the vittles and called all gathered to the table, such that we may join in prayer to bless the feast. again, and not to point any fingers, but 'some' people are just incapable of growth. if you're like me, and you think that a gesture meant to explicitly communicate a message of transcendence and over-comming is 'progressive' and forward-thinking, then you may be surprised to learn that some are still living in the past. after the prayer, i lifted the linen covering the meal and grinned. a bounty of fried chicken, collard greens, black-eyed peas and, of course, watermelon for desert was not by my new friends appreciated. i almost spit out my cool aid in disgust at their ingratitude and narrow-mindedness.
having had just about enough of their shenaigans, i then asked them (ever-so politely, i might add) to take a seat -- indian-style -- and listen intently to what i had to say.
thus spoke janus:
"i am very displeased with every last one of you. janus came here to heal and learn. i introduced you to my pets. i tried to bring a spot of laughter and mirth into your morbidity. i then save your very lives from that strange and unexplained infestation. i even paid for supper and set the table. what do i get in return? not so much as a thank you.
i took time off from suffocating kittens, stealing candy from babies and other evil activities enjoyed by all white men to come and extend the hand of frendship...only to have it slapped away.
i am offended.
you each and every one owe me an apology...nero & hadrian insist upon it."
after graciously accepting their most sincere apologies, i continued thusly:
"my new sistahs, it is exceptionally whack to dis on the white male...it's down-right wiggidy-whack -- wiggidy-wiggidy-whack, in point of fact. when one contemplates all the trippin we've endured for the sake of bitches just like yourselves, it quite literally boggles the mind. why we indulge your inscrutable attitudes is beyond me...your insistence that you're somehow owed something for some perceived slight is flabbergasting.
i'd say there's some irony in attending schools founded and maintained by white men when they are to you but devils; but what do i know? additionally, if it is safe, all-black spaces you require, why not go to an all black college? such places do indeed exist. why, pray tell, do you follow us about in pathetic fealty if we are in fact evil?
it's truly sad and comically tragic...or tragically comic -- whichever you prefer.
whatever the case, i do now propose to explain to all what it means to be an african, latino, asian, bi-gender, pan-sexual...what-have-you...in amorica today. for you see, i must interpret your demands that i attend your lil seminar in this manner. in that there is no circumstance under heaven in which i could forsee a situation whereby i'd demand your presence. not to be rude, but i find your company to be most unpleasant; and so, i naturally do all that i can to avoid it -- accordingly, it should be understood that i haven't any use for your explanations of what it means to be me in my country. i have a pretty good handle on things...trust me.
and so, inasmuch as you will not permit 'safe' white spaces and persist in invading them, i will tell you who you are and what is expected of you."
and that is exactly what i did.
did they applaud? did they ever!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DPWWIJWggVQ
every mess invested was a score/
we couldn't use computers anymore/
but it's difficult to win unless you're bored/
and you might have to plan for the weekend wars,
janus
Jeezus, Janus - you all forgot to make the ultimate sacrifice on their behalf.
You shoulda mercy fucked them lesbians all back to heterosexuality.
And, you shoulda offered all of them black fellahs jobs pimping hos, or selling drugs, being as they don't wanna pick cotton no more or step 'n fetchit.
Lastly, invitations to join the NRA served up at gunpoint woulda helped create that ultimate Koombayah moment we all long for.
Gawd, you younguns still need help reaching out to your fellow mans and wimmins.
T L D R
Janus, if you'd brought pit bulls, or better yet, a couple of pit-rotwieler crosses, you would have been accepted as an honorary bi-racial lesbian.
Manipuflation tried sleeping with his wife two days ago and sleeping was all that happened for at least a while. Manipuflation was sleeping on the edge of the bed and his wife rolled over and knocked manipuflation off the bed. Manipuflation's bedstand is quite sturdy and has sharp corners. Manipuflation only remembers a bright yellow flash after his face hit the edge of the nightstand. Hello? Now Manipuflation looks like he been in another bar fight. Manipuflation had to retreat back to his office to sleep and clean blood from nose, cheek and chin and wonder about going to the chiropractic office instead. Mrs. Manipuflation only laughed at manipuflation because manipuflation has made her pregnent twice before and now some revenge has happened. Manipuflation went to the the feminist bookstore instead and nothing else good happened to manipuflation.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1FPFUrXbQgc
Peace Janus
Damn, Janus, I go to bed drunk...how do you wake up drunk?
I consider janus a National Treasure because, among other things, he's at least as crazy as I am.
Ace,
thanks, my brother. that really meant a lot to me.
janus
in the same vein, and although there are a lot of things that I don't totally get on board with him, Alex Jones is a National Treasure -
watch the latest on the poisons in our water @ FLUORIDE : POISON ON TAP
AJ for me is a mixed bag. Same goes for Matt Drudge. They both send a strident message, but they both seem slightly off the mark.
janus, otoh, is always on his game. He doesn't mince words. I appreciate that.
He simply puts into words the absolute absurdity of the human condition- the shit we believe, the shit we tacitly support, the shit we endure, the shit we allow because we're too comfortable in the Matrix.
The world owes all its onward impulses to men ill at ease.
-Some dude who was smarter than me.
So if Putin is Leader of Free World, what does that make Obozo? Perhaps a side by side comparison puts it in context.
May I present a Comparison?
Taddaaaaaah!
http://floppingaces.net/wp-content/uploads/2014/03/obama-twerking-putin1...
I just knew I shouldn't click on that link.
what does that make Obozo?
Tonto!! The side kick.
In Spanish, "tonto" translates as "moron" or "fool". Yep, Tonto it is .
We had snow this morning. I gave up on all of the motorcycles and we pulled the batteries except for my Harley. That battery is dead anyway but you never know. I needed to run the moped and get some Sea Foam through the system to stabilize the fuel. We warmed it up and I said I would ride it. Mrs. M told me that there was no way that I could ride that moped in the snow. I just looked at her and I said 'You still don't understand yet do you?". I hopped on the moped and rode it through the snow and ice. It is not the first time I have done something like that. I know my bikes. You can spin out and skid. It is fun. Mr's M was standing there with her jaw dropped. Some other folks wre looking at me too. Don't worry, I have it. I would not do that with a Harley though. That would not end well.
I am not particular about bikes. I own two Harleys, one Honda and Chinese Bashan moped. To me they are all are great for what they can do. I love motorcycles. I could not even tell you how many I driven in my life. I think I have driven about 15 different bikes in 2015. I have been riding for 33 years so I understand. I taught my wife how to ride too after she told me she would never even ride as a passenger. She got her license. I bought her a Harley. She does OK on it. She is only 108 lbs and the bike is over 600 lbs. She manages well but I ride behind her because people like to pull up and "tailgate". I will slow down to keep space between another vehicle and her. She is only learning. When people are being asshole drivers I can hold them off of my wife's ass. I am sitting there in fourth gear wondering when we will go. Oh boy we made it to 55 mph. I told her that riding that slow is dangerous. You HAVE TO BE READY TO CRACK THE THROTTLE and go.
Well, that is a woman and I like her to ride. Me? My best of 2015 was racing the 2012 Corvette on my Harley. Holy shit, that car rolled but I managed to get up to 120 mph but they had to be going 150 or more. I did alright and kept up to some degree but that Corvette was long gone. I could keep up though enough to see them and I saw where they turned and I knew that I had them. Guess what, any motorcycle turns faster than any Corvette. Many curves on that road. Yeah, I caught the Corvette. We all ended up back in St Cloud safely and gave each other a thumbs up and smiled.
Umm ... You RIDE motorcycles -- you don't drive them...
Also, unless your a WSB qualified rider on a Ducati Panigale etc, there is NO way you're going to keep up with a Corvette on windy road. Bikes corner well, but high performance cars with sticky tires will smoke all but the best bikes on a windy road. The car cornering speed is just so much higher. Where you would have the advantage is on short straights where you can easily out acelerate the car, but not on a Harley. A Yamaha R1 yea sure, Harley umm no...
I've owned over 30 motorcycles and do actually know a wee bit about them.
Well good for you alpha. I was about having fun and not about who won. It was about us both breaking the law with impunity. We didn't endanger anyone else but only ourselves. As far being "qualified" I am not sure what you mean. It does not matter what bike you ride. That pavement is right below your fight. When I was young I crashed a few bikes. You can get away with that at that age.
Why don't you guys settle this on the track with a race?
Because you can't settle anything on a race track. Riding bike is about reaction time to the road conditions. It is about the weight of your bike, the rake of your forks, your tires and your speed. Track riding is boring because you are going around in a circle and never get anywhere. Have you seen Nascar? There are no deer on a Nascar track. I like the Nascar cars but come on. I respect what they do but they do that to themselves. In a way it is the same thing but it really isn't the same thing.
What in Gods name are you talking about?
It's Rootin' Tootin' Vladamir Putin!
Putin's writers are a lot better than Bambi's. IIRC Putin said,
"It is up to God to forgive them, It is up to me to send them to God."
In Russia Putin's finger pull you. BOOM!
No doubt Putin is ahead in the contest. And several in the EU are wise to Obama's game.
The CIA needs a huge 'false flag' before the EU votes not to renew the Russian sanctions in mid-December. Something bigger than Kiev breaking the truce.
A major terror attack in London or New York.
Or the neocons will strap a suicide belt onto the Negro and tell him to dentonate it during a meeting with Putin in Paris.
And the Negro is dumb enough to do it.