STEVE SMITH PUT IN SOME HARD WORK THIS WEEKEND. BY HARD WORK, MEAN RAPE. HAD TO CATCH UP ON QUOTA AFTER HANGING OUT IN HOLLYWOOD WITH PREVIOUSLY RAPED PEOPLE. STEVE SMITH GOT BACK TO BASICS. BY BACK TO BASICS, MEAN GOOD, HONEST HIKER AND CAMPER RAPE. SO NOW STEVE SMITH CAN RELAX AND GIVE FUNNY PEOPLE LINKS TO READ:
- WASN’T THIS ALREADY BOOK AND MOVIE? WAIT…THAT SUBMARINE, THIS NOT.
- STEVE SMITH LAUGH AT HEADLINE, BUT STORY NOT FUNNY!
- STEVE SMITH THINK HE MAYBE STAND FOR PARLIAMENT. SOUND LIKE HE WOULD FIT IN.
- THIS STUPID GAME, FOR STUPID PEOPLE. STEVE SMITH PREFER “RAPEOUT” GAME.
STEVE SMITH GO NOW, HEAR TOUR BUS STOPPING TO LET PEOPLE TAKE PICTURES. STEVE SMITH GIVE THEM VACATION MEMORIES TO CHERISH. BY VACATION MEMORIES TO CHERISH, MEAN RAPE.
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I was Jones’n for some links. And by links, I mean rape.
STEVE SMITH HAPPY TO PROVIDE … BOTH!
The Eagles played like warmed over dogshit and were still able to beat the Niners. 7-1. Sweet.
They played the Niners. The Browns might beat the Niners.
The Browns might beat the Niners
No, no they won’t [guy wearing a very nice leather Browns jacket]
It happened in Pittsburgh more than a month ago
Pittsburg, ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
This is such a standard addition to these stories that I’m starting to call bullshit.
Watch the film clip…. and be sad.
There’s also the likelihood that situations that don’t feed the narrative don’t make the news.
That is true, too.
That’s exactly what’s happening.
Heard about this on Nick DiPaolo’s show and watched the video.
It’s not even enraging. Just sad.
But here we are. Knees, faux outrage and lies.
What the hell is wrong with people? He didn’t even take the woman’s purse.
What are the gun laws like in PA? I assume the dickhead would feel pretty safe in New York.
PA gun laws are quite good and are very favorable to the law abiding.
The knock out game is all good fun until someone pulls out a .45 and kills those little punks.
Racist!!
Yeah, everyone knows that .45 is a white mans caliber.
Billy Dee Williams disagrees.
+45 colt malt
and 2 zigzags
Works every time!
Ok Ok geez. Pull out a S&W 500
It doesn’t quite escalate to that but this is quick vid is always worth a chuckle.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?sts=17462&utcoffset=-300&v=phhfku3_DxA&oref=https%3A%2F%2Fm.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3Dphhfku3_DxA%26itct%3DCBUQpDAYAiITCOOk0Kz6ltcCFUJzAwod%252FsoBUVISa25vY2tvdXQgZ2FtZSBmYWls%26lact%3D2&has_verified=1&client=mv-google&layout=mobile
I told my possible knockout game story in another thread, but I do wish I had video of it. This little teenager came up behind me and tried to sucker-punch me, and it just bounced off my cheek. The moment we spent staring at each other was, in retrospect, priceless. I’m not sure it was a racially motivated attack, especially because he had a white companion, but the bit where he realized how badly he had fucked up was kind of funny.
That may be why I never hear of this game in Phoenix. Oh well.
I’ve noticed the game only takes place in certain parts of the country.
Racist.
The game is afoot!
A Path to Wellness Starring Harvey Weinstein
For anyone who has missed anything, the story so far:
The chapters written by Straff:
Chapter the FIRST!
He brushed aside the Pringle’s crumbs from his Addidas jumper, pulled the coffee table as close as his distended gut would allow. He would show that therapist that could treat himself. Pen in hand, he began to scribble on the complimentary notepad the facility had provided:
“Sure, I like pussy. Sue me. People look at me like I just won the Oscar for Best Supporting Pervert, but why am I to be judged by losers?. These girls come from across the globe, hauling around the only talent they have. Sucking a mogul’s cock. They want me to make them a star. Make them a shit load of cash. Make them famous. Yet, they don’t want to pay the price of admission. This isn’t a fucking charity.
You may think this is immoral, but you aren’t an artist (and yes, I am an artist. I pay the motherfuckers). My cum is the lifeblood of this entire industry. My cum is the fertilizer that causes tremendous growth. You call me a degenerate, but you don’t understand. Call me “sick” if you want because I have no choice. I have this magic elixir inside of me and I have to let it loose on any living organism within arm’s reach.
And that bitch, Hillary? I helped her get millions of women to pull the lever for her and she can’t overlook having a few pull mine? My jizz has created more stars than the big bang. I’ve put the wood in Hollywood and you motherfuckers judge me?”
Something didn’t feel quite right to Harvey. He hurled the note pad at the wall. Something was wrong. There it is; his cock had been rock hard the entire time he’d been writing his manifesto. The Arizona sunset coupled with his pent up rage had resulted in a purple, throbbing pecker. He got up, went into the bathroom and shed his clothes. The complimentary cotton robe beckoned him to slip into it. Perfect. It only circumnavigated three quarters of his bulging gut.
Semi robed, Harvey peered out into the hallway. Where the hell was that Mexican maid? Panic washed over him as he realized he would be wasting his life enhancing potion on the cotton robe. He burst into the hallway, pecker ramrod hard, searching for something alive to squirt into. “There! By the elevator!”. He ripped his robe off and ran toward the elevator. There was the fern he had eyed on his way to his room earlier in the day. As he rigorously pumped the juicy nectar from his shaft, he reached down to stroke the luscious plant. A giant howl of soul crushing pain escaped Harvey’s mouth right as he shot his load. “Nooooooooo. Fucking plastic.”
Chapter II
There was no return address. Inside the brown package was a single videotape with a small note that read, “No plant was harmed in production”. Jared, the TMZ intern, was used to viewing bogus submissions from “leakers” and that evening he had already watched a fake Tom Cruise slaughtering a vegan on a Scientology altar, listened to an obviously edited recording of Lindsay Graham offering a female prostitute $200 for a rim job and seen a clutch of photos of Oprah shaving her lower Afro into a swastika. Now Jared was at the bottom of the stack and when this was done he could finally go back to his shit hole apartment in North Hollywood. The empty office at night made Jared nervous. OK. Last one. He popped in the tape.
The video showed only snowy static for an obnoxiously long time. Jared peeled off the foil from the remaining half of his burrito from lunch. Taking a particularly large bite, the screen flickered and Jared could make out a hallway in what looked like a Holiday Inn. Surely this was security camera footage. There was a pair of elevators to the right and some Native American art hanging on the wall. Jared shifted in his chair and took another bite of his burrito. Security camera footage was excellent. It was the over-produced videos that were bullshit.
After a minute or so, Jared spotted a head pop out from a door at the far end of the hallway. “What the hell is he looking for?” Jared whispered aloud as he scooped a large dollop of sour cream into his mouth. Leaning in close to his monitor, Jared’s jaw went slack and sour cream splattered onto his burrito. “Holy shit. Is that…?” The intern was unable to complete the sentence thanks to a bullet ripping into the back of his skull and coating the remains of his late night snack with gray matter.
. . . .
She tapped on his door lightly with her pinky knuckle. The security guard had been slid a hundred bucks to shut down the cameras for ten minutes, but she wore a scarf over her head and bug eyed sunglasses just in case. She tapped again more insistently. Goddammit. She pressed her ear to the door and heard what sounded like a hairless cat being stuffed into a surgical glove. She couldn’t suppress the image in her mind; he was rolling around naked on the leather couch, pleasuring himself. Is this really worth three million dollars? “Fuck you, Harvey”, she yelled at the door, “I’m done. Don’t call me anymore.” She slid the tape through the mail slot in the door and heard the thud as it hit the floor. From the other side of the door came, “You *pant, pant* wanna come *pant, pant* in? Please. I’m sorry. Just *pant, pant* come in.”
Lisa turned and hustled up the hallway, down the stairs and into the parking garage where her driver had the car idling. She hopped in the passenger seat and slammed the door with all her might. “It’s done. Let’s get the fuck out of here. I don’t know how you do this.” The Lexus squealed out of the parking garage and into the Arizona night. Lisa started sobbing into her hands as they cruised down the empty highway. The driver reached over and started stroking her hair, “You’ll be fine, honey. Mommy is here.” A small wad of sour cream pooled in the corner of Mommy’s mouth.
Chapters by CPRM:
INT–LUXURY SUITE-THE MEADOWS—NIGHT
The room is dark, illuminated only by the TV. HARVEY is sprawled on the velvet couch in front of the TV, his robe open, nothing underneath. He is sobbing and masturbating to the image on the screen. A pile of tissues on his lap, another to his right for the tears. The video on the screen is a security video of Harvey masturbating onto a plant.
HARVEY
Plastic, fucking plastic. Just like all those sluts. Made up to look perfect, then they call me a creep!?
His motion grows faster. Tears roll down his cheek. Suddenly there is a noise. He stops masturbating, pauses the video and turns. Tears streaming down his face.
HARVEY
Who’s there? Huh, one of those paparazzi fucks?
There is only silence. He un-pauses the video and resumes. A shadow emerges from the darkness behind him. The Emperor Palpatine-esque features of GEORGE’S face slowly emerge from the shadows. Harvey doesn’t notice him. George speaks in a thick Eastern European accent, pausing for deep breaths.
GEORGE
Have you learned your lesson Harvey?
Harvey TURNS startled, sobbing.
HARVEY
George, I wasn’t expecting…Here, have a seat.
Harvey tries to wipe a cum stain off the cushion next to him.
GEORGE
No thank you, I vill stand.
HARVEY
George, ya gotta know, I never touched them broads…well some of them. But mostly I just wanted them to wa…
GEORGE
Zat is not the issue. You botched ze Vegas job. Hillary vanted Micheal to do it. He vould have gotten zat fuel tank to explode. Zat fucker loves explosions. But, I vas sure you could handle it.
HARVEY
I…I…It was under control, then that damn security guard wandered on set. I…
GEORGE
Shh…I’m not blaming you. But you understand. Ve needed something to get the media to focus…elsewhere. After ze facts didn’t, what’s the saying? Add up.
HARVEY
But come on, I done some good work for you!
GEORGE
Stop masturbating damnit! Zis is important.
Harvey closes his robe in shame and wipes his hand on the couch.
HARVEY
Come on. It woulda worked. You just didn’t have enough patience.
GEORGE (lashing out)
No. It was sloppy!
(Composes himself)
Now I have to double my funding efforts. All it managed to accomplish is some bullshit on bump-stocks. Who the hell even knew vhat a bump-stock was!? No, this vas supposed to be the nail in ze coffin. And you fucked up!
HARVEY (sobbing)
Please. You already ruined my career!
GEORGE
Hush now, it is ok. Just remember, zis was a light punishment. It can get much vorse.
Harvey breaks down, an emotional mess. George adjusts his impeccable suit and walks out the door.
EXT—THE MEADOWS-NIGHT
George exits the main entrance. George meets KIETH at the limo, Kieth is rubbing his leg with excitement.
KIETH
Tingles! Tingles!
(TO GEORGE)
So, what should I do with him?
GEORGE
Kill him.
George enters the limo and it drives off. Keith walks to the front entrance, dragging his leg and rubbing it, he pulls out a silenced pistol and enters the building.
CUT TO
TED, who has been watching from the bushes, he stealthily approaches the building.
INT–LUXURY SUITE-THE MEADOWS—NIGHT
Harvey is still masturbating to the video footage. Sobbing like a child. He is startled by gunfire and explosions in the hall. The door to the suite is blown off its hinges and Ted emerges from the smoke, wearing his cowboy hat and a sleeveless shirt, holding his compound bow, a gun on his hip.
TED
Get yer fuckin dick out of your hand and get moving. This is a God Damn rescue!
Harvey grabs a tissue to wipe the tears away. He realizes it was from the wrong pile.
INT/EXT—TED’S TRUCK-HWY 60—NIGHT
The pick-up screams down the highway, a pair of antlers mounted to the hood, a small doe in the bed. On the tailgate is a bumper sticker that reads “Never get on one knee for a girl who won’t get on two for you”. Harvey’s robe flaps in the breeze out the open window.
HARVEY
OK. So now what? Where the hell are we goin?
TED
Shit man, that’s up to you. Arizona ain’t exactly my bag. They elected John McCain for fuck sake.
HARVEY
What!? You ain’t got no fuckin’ plan?
TED
Well, shit. I can pull over and drop you off anytime you want. Good luck.
HARVEY
No…No…Ok…I can think of somthin’.
TED
And for love of God, put some damn pants on!
Ted reaches behind him, grabs a pair of pants and throws them at Harvey who fumbles and wiggles his way into the pants. He tries to button them, but gets exhausted and gives up.
Harvey pulls out his cellphone, taps on the screen and issues a command.
HARVEY
Turn left on Bell Road. After 8.4 miles, turn right into the parking lot.
TED
Where the fuck are we going.
HARVEY
It’s better if you don’t ask questions. Things are about to get…weird. By the way, thanks for believing I’m innocent.
TED
What!? Hell if I do. If there’s one thing Uncle Ted knows about it’s sex addiction. And you ain’t no sex addict. You’re just a fucking piece if shit.
HARVEY
So why did you rescue me?
TED
Got word, from an inside man, that this whole shitstorm is to cover up the Vegas shooting and the liberal plan to confiscate firearms from good ol Americans. And hell, Uncle Ted is always up for some adventure. But that don’t mean you ain’t a piece of shit.
HARVEY
Turn here!
The truck careens across several lanes of traffic to make the turn, horns blare.
EXT—CHUCK E. CHEESE PARKING LOT—NIGHT
Ted’s truck jumps the curb entering the parking lot and slides to a halt in front of the front door. Ted gets out of the truck and stares at the building in bewilderment. He places his hand on his holstered gun.
TED
What the fuck!?
HARVEY
(EXITING TRUCK)
Just, let me do the talking. I told you, shit is gonna get weird.
INT—CHUCK E. CHEESE—NIGHT
Ted and Harvey enter the restaurant trying to look inconspicuous. Ted nervously pats the gun on his hip. Harvey’s robe catches on the velvet rope, he struggles and gets it free, just in time to stop his unbuttoned pants from falling down. They get their hands stamped by the attendant.
HARVEY
We didn’t bring no kids. We’re meeting some friends, for a birthday party.
Ted nods nervously, an awkward grin on his face. The attendant gives a quizzical look, and lets them through. The pair make their way through the restaurant, having to randomly dodge running children. The siren on an arcade game goes off and Harvey jumps, then he composes himself. They make their way to CHUCK E. CHEEZE (or the guy in the mascot outfit).
HARVEY
I’m a LOST BOY.
CHUCK E. CHEESE
Do you have a License To Drive?
HARVEY
No, but I can Dream A Little Dream.
CHUCK E. CHEESE
Ok, this way.
Chuck E. Cheese motions to the back of the restaurant and heads that way. Ted and Harvey follow. Chuck E. Cheese leads them to a door marked ‘Management Only’, and opens it, motioning for them to enter.
CHUCK E. CHEESE
Go ahead.
Ted and Harvey go through the door and it is shut behind them.
INT—HALLWAY-CHUCK E.’S DEN—NIGHT
Ted and Harvey walk down a dimly lit hallway lined with glass windows into rooms with red lights. A hostess leads them down the hall. Behind each window is a stereotype of a sexual proclivity; A man in a gimp mask, an asian girl in a school uniform, a young boy crying, a sneering transvestite, a furry and so on. Ted looks on in disgust.
TED
What the fuck!?
HARVEY
Remember pizzagate?
TED
The guy who thought there was a child sex ring in a DC pizza shop?
HARVEY
Yeah. Wrong pizza shop, and so much more than child sex.
Harvey stops to leer at one of the windows, then snaps back to the moment and continues down the hall.
Harvey (CONT’D)
People like me, we tend to travel. Whether we are in entertainment, news or government. We needed a…safe space, that was available anywhere we went.
TED
This is fucked up, even for me.
Harvey stops suddenly and turns to Ted.
HARVEY
Right now, this is the only place to hide, so just fucking play cool!
TED
Whoa. Lead on Kemosabe. We got shit to take care of. I’ll deal with all of this later.
Ted makes a clockwise pointing movement. They resume walking down the hall. The hostess opens a door and motions for them to enter.
HOSTESS
And what is your order?
HARVEY
What is vintage of the thirty-two tonight?
HOSTESS
Twenty-two year old Brazilian.
HARVEY
We’ll take that.
INT—CHUCK E.’s DEN SUITE—NIGHT
Harvey shuts the door, leans against it and slides to the floor. The suite is lit in a red light; small tables around the room are topped with buckets of ice with champagne nestled inside. Richard Cheese’s cover of NIN’s ‘CLOSER’ plays over the speaker system. Harvey begins to rub his groin.
TED
Fucking stop that!
HARVEY
Sorry, nervous tick.
TED
You mind explaining what the fuck is going on?
Harvey jumps up to an accusatory stance.
HARVEY
No! Why don’t you tell me?! You’re the one who seems to know so much. Who is this ‘inside man’?
TED
We don’t have time for this horseshit!
HARVEY(PARANOID)
You seem to know too much! This feels like a sting!
TED
Listen, I’m just…
Ted is interrupted when the door to the suite is flung open and a naked BRAZILIAN WOMAN is cast into the room as the door shuts behind her. She has a look of fear in her eyes, she notices one of the champagne bottles, lunges for it and smashes it to make a jagged weapon.
BRAZILIAN WOMAN
Não me toque os filhos da puta!
TED
Now calm down there honey; we ain’t lookin for trouble.
They circle eachother in a tense standoff.
TED(CONT’D)
What the fuck is goin’ on!?
HARVEY
It’s the number thirty-two I ordered.
TED
What?! This is all kinds of fucked up! Can you at least keep her quiet! I don’t wanna get found out.
BRAZILIAN WOMAN
Chegue um passo mais perto e vou cortar seus testicais!
HARVEY
Don’t worry, the suites are sound proof. But I had to order something, or they’d get suspicious. Just, hold on.
(TO BRAZILIAN WOMAN)
Eu sou famoso. Eu posso te fazer um emprego.
The Brazilian woman calmy sets down the broken bottle and takes a seat.
TED
What the fuck did you say?
HARVEY
That I’m famous and I can get her work.
Just then TED’S PHONE buzzes as a new call is coming in and it is on vibrate. He looks at the screen.
TED
Here are your answers. I’ll put it on speaker.
(TO THE CALLER)
Yellow. You got Ted.
INSIDE MAN
Did you, get the package?
TED
Yes I did. Safe and sound.
INSIDE MAN
Good. I won’t make this long. We don’t know who’s listening.
Meet at the rendezvous in 24 hours.
TED
Gotchya.
The call ends.
HARVEY
What was that? That didn’t answer no damn questions! Listen I’m a very impor…
Ted pulls his gun and fires a round into Harvey’s leg. The Brazilian woman smiles and claps.
HARVEY
You fuckin shot me! Why the fuck did you shoot me?!
TED
Cuz you’re a piece of shit. Now wrap that up and get some sleep. We got a long road ahead of us.
Harvey rips a piece a piece of his dirty tattered robe and wraps his leg. Ted plops down on the plush bed and tilts his hat over his eyes.
Good lord. Get yourself a wordpress or blog like SF – it should be quick and easy.
Or better yet, click the “Submissions” link above.
Worked for me, And I can barely write
Please! The truth must get out!
I did submit; more than once. I even waited.
“Call me “sick” if you want because I have no choice. I have this magic elixir inside of me and I have to let it loose on any living organism within arm’s reach.”
Also… this is a WordPress blog.
It’s almost as long as a short Ken post.
I don’t see any footnotes.
Or Rand Paul bashing.
Man, I thought I was harsh sometimes…
Or an analysis of the various measures proposed to “fix” Obamacare.
You like medicare because you’re a junkie.
Damn. Tough crowd around here.
That was Eddie. For all of Ken’s faults at least he’s not Eddie or John or the naked guy, or.. I think that’s it the Cat-butt Trio, as it were, also great band name.
I thought we were all naked here.
The naked guy is definitely not specific enough. We had one run for office, for crying out loud.
Free Society?
Just finished editing my review for this week (anime title). A few extra clips in the background with audio muted – we’ll see if I get the copyright hammer or not.
God damn there really is no shortage of Harry tattoo pics on the net.
STEVE SMITH HAS GROUPIES AND FOLLOWERS, WHAT CAN HE SAY?
This really pisses me off. Fuck public sector unions need to die.
http://5newsonline.com/2017/09/14/fort-smith-police-firefighters-begin-petition-to-remove-city-directors/
“Lorenz said he feels pay and equipment are the reasons why the groups would create a petition to remove him from office.”
“Both groups said they will no longer sit by and tolerate city directors who refuse to do the the right thing, and that the time is right for new leadership.”
What they mean by no longer tolerate is to use the size and power of their union to oust elected officials who don’t want to give them what they want. Fucking pigs.
The teachers’ unions here do that with the local school boards.
Until you run out of other people’s money. I hope that happens before you cash out, scumbag.
When it was being debated whether or not to allow public sector unions even the CPUSA came out against it. Naturallly after everyone agreed it would be an awful idea congress voted to allow it. I would expect no less.
I’m reading this book about public sector unions right now:
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/13529131-shadowbosses
It has some good facts and figures so far, but other than that, there hasn’t been much that a well-read libertarian would not already know about these shitbag organizations. Maybe I’ll write a review for this site when I finish it.
Addendum:
What frustrates me the most is that police unions obviously play a huge role in getting murderous cops off the hook, but the Lefties choose to focus on the race baiting tactics instead of addressing the obviously perverse incentives that these unions bring into play. I really do think that they just don’t want to call attention to the corrupt relationship between government unions and the Democrat Party. Most people I talk to don’t even know that government unions exist, and they seem to think that all the Democrats’ money is totally pure and innocent.
The last thing on Earth that Democrats want is for voters to start asking themselves, “well if unionization has such bad effects for policing, is it possible that a similar thing is occurring in every other unionized government department?“
Just look at how Act 10 changed Wisconsin politics.
Wikipedia entry. But the biggest nail was this: “A couple days later, as a tactic to prevent passage of the bill, all 14 Democratic members of the Wisconsin State Senate fled Wisconsin and traveled to Illinois in order to delay a vote on the bill.[12] With only 19 Republican members, the Senate would not have the 20 Senators required for a quorum in order to vote on the bill, since it was a fiscal bill.[13]” They were exposed for being pieces of shit, and caring more about the game than governing.
Labour, of course, are clean as the driven snow. Either that or Britain isn’t moral panicking hard enough.
http://5newsonline.com/2017/10/28/man-scores-world-series-tickets-for-9-each-thanks-to-stubhub-glitch/
He should have ordered 1000 tickets and a lawyer.
A woman can get angry at you no matter what you do. May as well do what you like.
My important lesson for today.
It’s like a tire fire. If you try to put it out, you just make it worse. The only thing you can do is watch it burn. Grab a beer and watch it burn.
Yep.
After my first marriage of misery I took ten years veeeeery carefully choosing one. After I chose one we lived together for five years before I was certain she wasn’t going to change. The day she said “I have resolved we aren’t getting married but I am happy with you. You are right. If it aint broke…”
So I asked her if she would marry me. That was 17 years ago. We just made a pot of split pea soup and are sitting comfortably eating it now. Good stuff. Oh, did I mention? We have never had a fight.
In case y’all are imbibing or just plain missed it…that was advice, not a brag.
I’ll let her know I’m going to go try to find the one. 😉
I larfed.
Hmm- I like the pea soup part at least. I just finished off a batch I made in my pressure cooker, against the manufacturer’s advice. I like it with cheesy toast.
Marriage on the other hand…well I’m glad it has worked out well for you. But the thing about pea soup is that you pretty much know what you’re going to get when you set out to make pea soup. Marriage.:. not so much.
Gas.
But it’s worth it.
So pea soup is basically the same as marriage.
Have you ever lost a fart blaming contest? I haven’t.
I always claim mine.
When you drink as much beer as I do all other causes of flatulence are incidental.
Baking soda hath charms to soothe the savage gut.
*sigh*
“…we lived together for five years before I was certain she wasn’t going to change. “
But you’re still lucky in that respect. My best friend lived with his wife for at least five years before they got married. And they were pretty happy for a couple of years after that. But she did change, after a while.
They’re still married, and sometimes it seems like on net a good thing for him. But he seems miserable sometimes too. I can say, for sure, that his marriage isn,t what he expected when he got married.
The great thing about derp is just when you’ve think you’ve seen it all, something even crazier comes along.
https://www.thecollegefix.com/post/38389/
***
On October 12 approximately 80 University of Rochester students, staff, and alumni attended a “healing vigil” for members of the school’s “marginalized communities” in which they shared songs, poems and prayers.
The Campus Times reports that when students realized different groups had “similar grievances,” members of the various religious, minority, and LGBT groups in attendance, as well as victims of sexual assault, ended up sharing their experiences.
“Nonbinary” student Andie Burkey discussed (their?) process of healing:
“For a long time, I thought if I could get all-gender bathrooms on the Quad and Sue B then I could heal; if I got sanitary bins in all the gender bathrooms, and even the men’s bathroom, then I could heal; if I got housing options that affirmed my gender identity without isolating me from my classmates and friends, then I could heal,” Burkey said. “But I realized that you can’t heal in the same place that hurt you.”
…
However, it seems that in a case of “some marginalized groups […] inadvertently sidelin[ing] others,” the campus Hillel initially was excluded from the event. Sophomore Brianna Terrell said this was a case “where other groups have pushed Jewish students aside to advance their own agendas”:
“I thought I’d reach out to my friends who had experienced anti-Semitism, and a lot of the experiences they shared with me were experiences they had on campus with other students,” she said. “I’m hoping it will open other students’ eyes.”
***
Oh God my niece goes there. I hope she’s not caught up in this crap. She’s a very high achiever though – she probably doesn’t have time.
It really is like a religion. These people need God.
They have a devil instead.
No, they need to be told, in no uncertain terms, that no one gives a fuck about their concerns. Life is hard. Getting up in the morning and dealing with people is hard. I’d like to slap the shit out of about 90% of the people I have to deal with on a daily basis, but I put on my nice face and deal with the world as it is because I have very little choice in the matter. I’m not entirely happy about it, but it is how it is.
That is part of why I think a real religion could help them. The other being that they join groups with pseudoreligious overtones. The inherent sins of privilege, vigils only work if you believe in prayer, etc.
I just hope that they can all agree to blame me for all of their problems. I enjoy being given such vast power.
“…I thought I could heal…”
No you didn’t. Bitch.
I’m trying to get a little buzz before the game, but….
I just ate a whole chicken. Maybe next time.
Don’t you go soft on me. I got your back, homes.
-Jose Cuervo
So just 70 beers to go?
Shortcut:
A can of gas.
Oh, and in the aerial shot last night, one of the Houston hotels has a lazy river ON THE ROOF. Anyone know what hotel that is? No reason.
That is just unrepaired flood damage.
*blows up raft*
Remember that clown A’s clown Maxwell? Lemme jog your memory:
http://www.foxnews.com/food-drink/2017/10/25/waiter-mlb-catcher-bruce-maxwell-made-up-story-about-service-refusal-over-anthem-protest.html
So he’s one of those knee-takers. And then this:
http://www.cbc.ca/sports/baseball/mlb/bruce-maxwell-oakland-athletics-catcher-arrested-1.4377495
“Oakland Athletics catcher Bruce Maxwell was arrested in Arizona after a food delivery person alleged he pointed a gun at her.
Maxwell was the only player in Major League Baseball to take a knee this year during the national anthem to protest racial injustice.”
I saw something on the TV yesterday(?) in the gym…everyone at the baseball game had signs that said “I stand for [insert name here]” and it was a fight against cancer group. I chuckled at how they co-opted the narrative but I still thought it was just as silly as kneeling during the anthem.
Great, cancer saw you all standing during a baseball game. Now it’s going to jump off a cliff.
I hope they at least donated some money or something.
MLB has been doing their STAND UP TO CANCER shit for years. They don’t donate money… YOU donate money. It’s in conjunction with Master Card. I wanna send MC a letter: “Instead of trying to guilt me into contributing to your little piece of social-signaling theater, you could cut the interest rate on my card, then I would have extra money to donate to the cancer charity of my choice. Or I could give it to one of my parents. Both of whom managed to “Stand Up To Cancer” without the help of you fucking posturing!
I can count the number of baseball games I’ve watched on one hand. Didn’t realize it was a thing. I’ll go sit in the corner now.
I caught the last 30 minutes of last year’s World Series, if only because Indians.
This year… meh.
As an A’s fan, I really, really hope they have the good sense to cut Maxwell rather than allow themselves to become a vessel for partisan political posturing. The latter is pretty much the only thing they could do that would make me quickly abandon them forever as a fan.
A backup catcher with a record? I think they can find a guy in triple-A to replace him.
Well, Maxwell was projected to be next year’s starter after we traded Vogt. (He’s good enough defensively at a really critical defensive position that you can live with his subpar bat.) But yeah: at this point I’m totally fine with cutting him and signing a stopgap veteran free agent C until Murphy (a very good prospect in AA) is ready.
There’s always Drew Butera!
Is he related to Sal Butera?
He played for the Expos.
I think teams, at this point, should cut ties with fringe players who pull this shit.
It gets trickier with top players but even then, owners/management need to be in control.
I saw that the Texans all took a knee to protest the guy who signs their FUCKEN CHECKS.
This seems relevant though:
https://www.usatoday.com/sports/nfl/arrests/
870 arrests. 32 so far in 2017.
Lol.
Keep taking those knees and raising those fists punks. Project harder!
I didn’t know Hitler was a baseball fan.
Good people don’t like baseball.
That explains me.
I’m surprised the NYT would even publish an article criticising communism. Are they trying to make themselves look reasonable? Their readers certainly don’t want that.
https://hotair.com/archives/2017/10/29/ny-times-publishes-column-critical-communism-predictable-results/
The constant repetition of the, “‘but that’s not real socialism’” argument from the Left is incredibly tiresome and stupid.
It pretends that the only thing they must answer for is… a utopian impossibility. There’s never been any historical example of *their version* of socialism because – shocker – anytime you grant centralized authority that much power, it always devolves into brutal and repressive totalitarianism.
What’s hilarious about their argument is that they seem to think this is some completely random and unrelated factor, which says nothing about the underlying merits of socialist theory. Its just a *complete coincidence* that every marxist regime impoverishes its citizens, when not murdering them wholesale. “bad apples!”.
Then they pivot completely, and instead of arguing that none of the openly-marxist regimes represent True Marxism…. they’ll argue that completely non-marxist countries like Sweden are perfect examples of the merits of their ideas. At which point all you can do is point and laugh at them and say, “you’re not a socialist: you’re a Welfarist”
It was all going so we’ll until that stroke of bad luck hit.
Barack? Is that you?
No, my wife doesn’t have a penis.
But, did he really say something like that?
Communism/Socialism will never work because INCENTIVES MATTER!
I wish more people understood that.
There’s a meme circulating that I like. It’s got a picture (which isn’t the important part at all), and the first text is, “What’s the difference between Communism and Nazism?”.
The punchline is, “No one ever says we haven’t tried real Nazism.”
some history
In ancient Athens, various crimes were punished with fines. Those who could not pay went to a jail called Desmoterion, which means place of chains.
Other prisoners were left unguarded, but were immobilized by having large wooden blocks attached to their feet.
The Romans kept their prisoners underground. The sewer system beneath Rome doubled as prison/dungeon.
Some prisoners were kept in underground cells called ergastula, which were just big enough to sleep and work in. They were eventually banned by Emperor Hadrian.
Zardoz links is like a warm Cinnabon on a damp, cool rainy night.
Look again.
Keep looking.
Must’ve dropped his monocle, and on a STEVE SMITH post that can only mean one thing.
I’ve been making all kinds of retarded mistakes this past month.
I’m worried these days.
I noticed when I write out a sentence and re-read it I missed words. In other words what I was thinking isn’t being transcribed. It’s weird.
It’s like a gap from what I’m thinking to what I write.
Probably nothing and just one of those things.
Maybe its a tumor?
IT’S NOT A TU-MAH!
You’re going to die.
Are you in your 40s? This happens to me all the time. I used to never have to proofread or spellcheck. Not anymore.
That’s just the alcoholism.
Sadly, no. I’m a lightweight compared to me in my 20s.
Yes. I think it’s all age related.
Same here. I was the best speller in school! I even went to get a special sticker from the principal in the third grade!
The thing is, even though I’ve lost an edge, I haven’t adjusted to properly taking the time to proofread my comments.
In my 40s. Yes.
Me neither. I have an embarrassing number of “corrective updates” under my belt.
I dont worry about that kind of thing. There isnt anything I can do about it, it is only going to get worse and at some point I will forget what I was worried about and just drool on myself while I pinch the cute nurses butt.
Worrying wont fix it.
Yakety Sax just ran through my head.
Try getting more sleep. Do you snore at night or yawn during the day? If so, do a sleep study. I have apnea, an a C-Pap made a real difference.
Me: Yes and yes. I “catch up” on the weekends.
But the cure sounds like one of those lady things… WTF is that?
You wear a mask while you sleep that forces air down your throat to make sure your airways stay open. Sounds horrid, but I’ve used one for more than 10 years, and I can’t even imagine sleeping without it anymore.
STEVE SMITH LIKE FROSTED CINNABON ON A RAINY DAY TOO. AND BY FROSTED CINNABON MEAN STICKY RAPE.
I love Cinnabons, but hate the following diarrhea.
They’re the Chipotle of dessert places.
I feel the same way about taco bell
I only feel that way about taco bell after a long night of drinking. I’m not sure I even know what their food tastes like sober.
I’ve never actually had Taco Bell. Not for any specific reason – I’ll eat McD’s and other fast food – it just hasn’t happened. I don’t see a lot of them around, either.
Taco Bell is terrible sober and great drunk/high.
Great for breakfast too. I know.
McDonald’s I haven’t been able to eat since I worked there, many years ago.
But to back up what the Heroic one says. I have a friend who’s father passed a couple years back. One of his favorite memories from the times around the funeral was him and his brothers getting drunk on good beer, and gorging on terrible tacos from Taco Bell.
My favorite late nite drunk place was Kennedy Fried Chicken – gorged on the cab ride home to Queens.
Taco Bell diarrhea is hard to pin down. It could have come from anywhere.
When you’re shitting out Indonesian cinnamon and liquid cream cheese frosting, it’s pretty obvious where it came from.
Still worth it, though.
I imagine it does kind of look the same going in and coming out.
The tortilla is conspicuously absent, but other than that, you’re pretty much right.
Missed it last thread, but RAHeinlein’s post about Japanese food movies did remind me about this clip!
I miss the the Kailua ramen joints so much 🙁
Did you grow up in Kona?
This is a Kailua on Oahu as well. The USMC base is nearby.
When I lived in Las Vegas I was very surprised how many Hawaiians lived there. Seemed an odd choice. Move from a place surrounded by water with no actual resources to a place surrounded by sand with no actual resources.
The one on Oahu – a great place with like 40 types of Ramen not counting other dishes. I’d easily drive cross-island on a Saturday just for lunch. Can barely find one place locally with mediocre ramen. May try another place closer to the UVA campus if I can figure out where to park.
Halifax music festival apologizes for ‘overt racism’, apparently doesn’t understand the meaning of ‘racism’.
get to know Halifax
lol
Halifax’s favourite A-Team character is Van.
lol
To be fair, it was a sweet van.
Damn right it was. I owned a toy version of it. I was 13 when I bought it. Motherfucken A-Team rule!
Random. My sister was classmates with the narrator.
small world!
Indeed!
A racist shitlord would say that.
“The outspoken singer, who took home the Polaris Prize for her album La Papessa last month, frequently asks her audience to welcome people of colour to the front of the stage. In turn, she requests that white people move back.”
Never heard of this twit but she seems to subscribe to the Obama Racial Divide Healing doctrine.
“I am never surprised at white fragility,” she said. “I was annoyed at most but mainly worried about the POC femmes at the front whose safety was jeopardized due to this person’s violent actions.”
Why can’t you just accept my racism towards you and move to the back of the line? If you don’t, I will consider you violent.
What an insufferable piece of shit this Lido Pimienta is.
Plus, it was the photographer. Any music festival I’ve ever been to, the photographer is right up in pervert’s row. It’s sort of their jerb.
Apparently, according to an organizer she said:
“Julia-Simone Rutgers, one of the Halifax women invited by Pimienta to shift closer to the stage, says she was surprised by the photographer’s refusal to move.
“There’s a certain understanding that if an artist asks a crowd to do something … the artist is in charge in that space,” she says.”
It’s good to know if I pay good money for good seats the artist can fuck me over.
But she’s outspoken!
She accomplished what she set out to do. I had never heard of Spanish Bjork until now.
Je…
Sus.
And she won an AWARD?
I don’t know who is worse. Her or LL Cool fish or whatever his name is.
As my eyes first scanned your reply, I thought you switched to French. I was like “he is…what?”
Tricked you!
Tabarnak!
LOL that is exactly what it is. Only without any discernible talent.
That’s the most elaborate performance art I’ve ever seen. I can’t believe that many people were in on it.
Whut
its like they can’t make up their mind whether to be a ska band, electro, or rusted root. so they just do all 3 at once, badly.
The fact that she can’t sing isn’t helping matters.
If I were a sniper in the upper deck, I’d squeeze the trigger for a mercy kill.
And people say libertarians are heartless.
Ouch. That was awful. If I were a white person there, I think I’d be thankful for the opportunity to get farther away from that screeching out-of-tune caterwauling.
You pinkies just don’t recognize talent when you see it. I thought it was amazing (ly terrible).
No, as a “brownie” I can say that was objectively akin to the caterwauling of a victim of disembowelment.
sorry honey: the people who own the property and are promoting the event are in charge. And if they pulled this shit paying customers, they’d get sued.
This identity politics shit has got to stop somewhere.
I read somewhere some guy claiming ‘identity politics’ is a myth.
Interesting. Turns out Iran wasn’t always Shia.
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Iran’s population was mostly Sunni of the Shafi`i[3] and Hanafi legal rites until the triumph of the Safavids (who had initially been Shafi`i Sufis themselves).
…
One of the main reasons why Ismail and his followers pursued such a severe conversion policy was to give Iran and the Safavid lands as distinct and unique an identity as was possible compared to its two neighboring Sunni Turkish military and political enemies, its main enemy and arch rival the Ottoman Empire and, for a time, the Central Asian Uzbeks — to the west and north-east respectively.[11][12][13]
The Safavids were engaged in a lengthy struggle with the Ottomans — including numerous wars between the two dynasties — and this struggle continuously motivated the Safavids to create a more cohesive Iranian identity to counter the Ottoman threat and possibility of a fifth-column within Iran among its Sunni subjects.[14]
The conversion was part of the process of building a territory that would be loyal to the state and its institutions, thus enabling the state and its institutions to propagate their rule throughout the whole territory.[15]
***
linky
Don’t blame me, I voted for Kodos.
Anyone who’s ever played Europa Universalis 3 or 4 knows this already.
Ottomans are OP.
Who’s in the mood for some triple Ds?
Now that I know what that is…. not me
*narrows gaze*
Someone change HM’s avatar to Guy Fieri to punish him for this.
You’re just mad because this song cost you a DDR championship
I don’t see how a free trip to Flavortown is a punishment.
That fake supermarket is better than anything in NYC by light years. *grumble*
Just noticed Bills won! Sweet. And that is my participation in football for this week.
I was telling a friend of mine not to be tricked, we can still go 8 and 8.
Aim high!
Oh my God….KERSHAW!
Wtf?
Damn, Mrs Crocombe thicc as fucc.
Nae lairds!
She needs to lay off the crumpets.
*goes to the kitchen to make tea*
In a bustle?
Assless chaps.
Just kidding! All chaps are assless!
But not all asses are chapless.
You’re going to put vodka in it, right?
Nah got home at 3am from a halloween party last night, tonight is all about hydrating.
I tried that once. Horrific.
It’s a popular drink in Buffalo dive bars. Or so I’ve heard.
Gin and iced tea is quite good. I would imagine it’s good in hot tea too.
I love channels like that, especially those related to cooking.
Jas. Townsend and Son is another great one. It’s about 1700s cooking in the American colonies and frontier.
His barbecue recipe was damn good; I actually cooked it myself.
The war of the shitty pitchers.
If it’s Halloween, it must mean getting pounded by the remnants of another tropical storm. WTF, nature?
Getting pounded by Phillipe eh?
Yeah, raining all day but suddenly I’m getting that horizontal rain flying into my living room thing just now.
Yeesh, I’d been reading the wind had died down quite a bit, maybe it’s not as tapped out as meteorologists though.
They’re saying it should die down in a couple hours. Nothing like SUPERSTORM SANDY.
Aldo Vandermolen is an American hero. Why isn’t there a statue of him on the National Mall? And he only passed away earlier this year.
Sark, where an invasion of more than one person could begin libertopia.
Perhaps that guy has an interesting channel, but I can’t stand him because the first video I saw was something like “10 Facts About America That Baffles the Rest of the World”. The entire video was nothing but smug and often times factually incorrect America-bashing.
Every time I hear him talk, I get visions of him raising one eyebrow and saying in his smarmy voice, “this is something that simply doesn’t happen anywhere else in the world!!”
He’s British living in Estonia, I don’t know if he’s ever actually been to the US. But they try to actually find facts. 2 that got me; Guns and Minimum wage.
Damn, this has really been an entertaining World Series.
The pitching coach needs to be castrated.
Yes, people who think baseball is a sport need to be castrated. I agree.
This is truly the never ending game here.
They still haven’t figured it out yet.
Throw a wild pitch and the ump will call a strike.
At least everyone is finally being careful about the lip-reading assassins,
Ahhhh. Soup season is finally here.
I was up early and working on tonight’s supper. Crab cakes and a shrimp gumbo. I will let y’all know how it turns out.
Crabcakes:
1/2 cup white bread crumbs soaked in 1/4 cup of whole milk
2 – 8oz cans of lump crab meat drained, save the liquid for the next recipe
about a teaspoon of mayonnaise – use artisan if you like. I am using Kraft
1 teaspoon of Cajun mustard
a dash of Tony Chachere’s seasoning (pronounced sash-a-ray)
a dash of baking powder
a little sweet basil and a splash of Worcestershire sauce
a teaspoon of lemon or lime juice
a little salt and pepper
1/2 of a beaten egg
After the bread is soaked to a mush I will mix all ingredients and divide into two patties.
Deep fry in peanut oil at 350 F ( about 177C for you uncivilized folk )
Gumbo:
Liquid from crab cans
2 cups Clamato
1 tablespoon of dark roux
1/2 cup seasoning mix – equal mix of chopped onion, celery,bell pepper
dash of worcestershire
2 drops of Zataran’s liquid crab boil
1/2 clove chopped garlic
hefty splash of tabasco sauce (1 or 2 tablespoons)
dash of cayenne pepper
1 handful of chopped shrimp ( or crawfish, I haven’t decided yet)
If I were feeding more than just my wife and myself I would add fried oysters but I cant buy oysters in a small enough amount for just the two of us. Of course the Oyster liquor would go in the gumbo stock and the oysters fried.
While the crab cake mix waits to be fried and the gumbo simmers on extra low I am gonna take the trailer and chainsaw off to the last patch of timber we cut and see if I can find some nice oak tops and cut some firewood. I might just do some plinking while I am there.
Y’all enjoy your day. I hope it is as pleasant as I expect mine to be.
Awesome. Once in a great while, I’ll make a similar gumbo with shrimp, ham, and homemade smoked Cajun sausage.
Tonight I’m making nikujaga, a Japanese stew of beef, potatoes, carrots, onions, and pea pods.