Are you really sure?

A blind guy on a bar stool shouts to the bartender, "Wanna hear a blonde joke?"

In a hushed voice, the guy next to him says, "Before you tell that joke, you should know something."

Our bartender IS blonde, the bouncer is blonde. I'm a 6' tall, 200 lb black belt. The guy sitting next to me is 6'2", weighs 225, and he's a rugby player. The fella to your right is 6'5" pushing 300 and he's a wrestler. Each one of US is blonde. Think about it, Mister. Do you still wanna tell that joke?"

The blind guy says, "Nah, not if I'm gonna have to explain it five times."

Q&A

Q: What do you call a blonde with a brand new PC?
A: A dumb terminal.

Q: Why are blonde jokes so easy to understand?
A: So brunettes can understand them.

Q: How did the blond burn her ear?
A: The phone rang while she was ironing.

Q: There are 17 blonds standing outside a disco but why couldn't they get in?
A: The sign said "must be 18 to enter".

Q: Why are there no brunette jokes?
A: Because blondes would have to think them up.

Q: How does a blonde make instant pudding?
A: She places the box in the microwave and looks for the "instant pudding setting" button.

Q: Did you hear about the blonde that went to library and checked out a book called "How to Hug"?
A: When she got back to the dorm and found out it was volume seven of the encyclopedia.

Q: What do you call 24 blondes in a cardboard box?
A: A case of empties.

Unlocking the car

Two blondes were recently observed in a parking lot trying to unlock the door of their Mercedes with a coat hanger. Here is their dialogue:

Blonde One: I can't seem to get this door unlocked!

Blonde Two: Well, you'd better hurry up and try harder! it's starting to rain, and the top is down!

Blonde in a test

A blonde reports for her university final exam which consists of mainly true and false questions. She takes her seat in the examination hall, stares at the question paper for five minutes, and then in a fit of inspiration takes her purse out, removes a coin and starts tossing the coin and marking the answer sheet: true for heads and false for tails. Within thirty minutes she is all done, whereas the rest of the class is still working furiously.

During the last few minutes, she is seen desperately throwing the coin, swearing and sweating. The moderator, alarmed, approaches her and asks what is happening.

"I finished the exam in a half hour," she replies. "Now I'm rechecking my answers."

Another Q&A

Q: If a blonde and a brunette are tossed off a building, who hits the ground first?
A: The brunette. The blonde has to stop to ask for directions.

Q: What happens when a blonde gets Alzheimers disease?
A: Her IQ goes up!

Q: What is the difference between a smart blonde and Bigfoot?
A: Bigfoot has been spotted.

Q: What does a blonde make best for dinner?
A: Reservations.

Q: What does a blonde say when you ask her if her blinker is on?
A: It's on. It's off. It's on. It's off. It's on. It's off.

Q: What do you get when you offer a blonde a penny for her thoughts?
A: Change.

Q: What does a blonde say if you blow in his/her ear?
A: "Thanks for the refill!"

+ for both: they both handle conjugated verb forms.

www.rambler.ru
++ nice design, often LOTS of examples (when you click the word), accent, imperfect and perfect aspect given together, clear about what case to use
-- you can't just click the perfect aspect verb, you have to cut and paste it into the search field, and if you look up a perfect verb form, you are only directed to an unclickable imperfect verb

www.multitran.ru
++ has more languages, you can see the verb conjugation by clicking the verb, often has more synonyms
-- ugly design, no accent marks, unclear about the aspect, no easily accessible examples, not so clear about cases

I use Rambler mainly now, however almost every time the Rambler translation doesn't make sense, I can get a better one using Multitran!

How should I say it? Money is not so friendly to the working class.

So...
People need hopes, dreams.. maybe superstitiously high dreams. People need something to hold on to (not a pillar for you to swing and sing on nor a pole for the stripper to dance on). And suddenly, voilaaa! Somebody (or lots of bodies) comes to the rescue. A knight in a shining armor.. (ok, now thanks to Brasso..it really cleans up the bronze reaaaall gooood..). And it was all starting like this:

Getting money with no need for hard labor!!
Free this and free that (and many other free stuff)

Look it, I have a wonderful godsend hair-growth formula that cures AIDS and Diabetes...all at the same time!!!
Work WITH us, and you'll be super duper ULTRA rich! (no kidding, i read this one somewhere...!! and some people even believe this sh#$@!t!!)
You can have anything in the world if you sleep on our hi-tech chair!! (ok..this last one, i made it up..lol, please don't kill me..!)...

My friends, let me tell ya, this all larger-than-life-luxury-which-brings-you-happiness pseudo, is nothing but a bunch of lies. Nobody in this world can relax whilst getting a deeper and thicker pockets. Even Warren Buffet's still got plenty of agendas around this year, with no time to relax.

You should be careful, too. MLMs, money games, foreign exchange traders, anything.. Anything comes with too good to be true advantages should've come with huge consolation price, too. You can either got mugged or slaved (it's metaphorical.. see, they usually conceal the true meaning of money making process with thousands of bling-bling exposures that you maybe don't even care about).

These type of 'offers' usually come with a good sacrifice of time, friendship, not to mention reputation. Once you join, there's no way around to get out of it. And if you finally got out of it, you will lost a lot of both material and immaterial damage.

Trickery to get you into business come with amazing solutions for your daily problems, eg:

• You need extra money with no time to spare, don't worry, our business doesn't even have to find clients, they will come to you from your downline! (means you have to look for dozens maybe hundreds or thousands or *think outside the box* some aliens recruit, spend most of your time prospecting, hunting, sniping, even grouch at strangers!)
• Investing in our business is even safer and advantageous than to just keep your deposit in the banks! (means well we will give you a taste of your profit, and then we will take your money away for good, don't even bother calling the police because of our beam-me-up-scotty method can make us dissapeared within minutes!)
• This miraculously cured-any-type-of-diseases drug can even bring your comatose someone out of his bed!! (means your comatose someone will immediately removed from hospital bed and spend some time with a mortuary make-up artist to be dressed up nicely inside a brand new casket)

If you ever interested in these kind of business, you need to some little research first, my friends. Don't ever swallow the information without any consentious facts given. Even credible companies still got lots of unkwon discreditatioon from many different kind of view.

Being critically aware doesn't mean you have to be a critic. It's merely putting up some defensive wall around you and your family to be protected from lamb-fur-disguised-wolves. Life is hard already, and don't spend time chasing around some dreams which seems really far. Focus on your study, your current jobs, your family and friends. You find yourself jobless? Don't worry, any good opportunities will come knocking to your door if you keep on looking for positive outcome.

You see, some of those people who offer you that kinda dreams doesn't have to be that they are already achieved theirs. Pretentious socialite wannabes, walking around in faux luxurious lifestyle... In fact, I've even met someone walking beside me with a real-life fox fur coat (the fox is still alive, moving and staring at me...arghh...scared me to death!!).

Is wealth really all these people ever care about? Can't believe it...don't they know that there are more things that make you happy even happier than wealth? Hah!! For me...love and health are more important than having a cup of coffee at the Plaza, strolling around Rodeo Drive or Montaigne, sipping wine from a gold grail in Naples Italy ...

I'd rather spend my little money enjoying my life... Life's too short to be spent away with greed. I've seen so many people drowned in their pride of having pompous compliments from others. I think I have more than what those people are pursuing for...I'd rather have a cup of coffee at my favorite lil' coffee shop in the corner, cruising through the discount rack of JC Penney at the local mall, replacing the wine with fresh water from the tap ... than to have all of those, but then drop dead the next day.

- by masak0007 & mystic88 -

They have been dragging around their suitcases for an hour, not managing to get a free coin locker, even though they have been guarding the lockers in case someone should come and pick their luggage up. It annoys Steven, but he keeps on speaking.

“We think that there is a big risk that nuclear weapons will be used this year,” he says.

I first met Steven when I was an exchange student in Hiroshima. He had just become chairman of Hiroshima Peace Culture Foundation. The organisation is based on the A-bomb experience of the city, aiming at contributing to world peace and human welfare trough building peace culture. The work is done trough information, such as Hiroshima Peace Memorial Museum, other exhibitions and lectures, as well as trough international exchanges. Currently, the foundation is focusing on getting more members to the Hiroshima based organisation Mayors for Peace and a touring A-bomb exhibition in the United States.

But what Steven seems to be most concerned about is the risk of a nuclear war.

Fear of a nuclear war

We find the food court and Steven and Shiotani can finally be relieved from their suitcases, parking them next to the table. As soon as we have gotten our food, Steven resumes speaking about the worrying situation in the world. He points out the growing competition for oil and other recourses, saying it is causing a disruption in the economical framework.

”It is happening very fast right now. And it is very similar to the 20th century when the British Empire fell apart,” Steven says.

The British Empire tried to hold onto smaller states to stay in control. To Steven, what we see in the world today are effects of that the U.S. empire is falling apart. States as Afghanistan and Iraq are prompting for independence, and the U.S. is losing its control. Based on the experiences in the 20th century, this can be a sign that we are heading towards serious violence.

”What we are really afraid of is that it could lead to the use of nuclear weapons,” Steven says.

Steven almost hasn’t touched his food. He just holds the chopsticks in his hand, as if being prepared to eat.

Steven and the foundation are not alone about their fear. In the US, people like Scott Ritter, a former UN weapons inspector to Iraq, Seymour Hersh from the New Yorker, and Jacqueline Cabasso, one of the leading peace activists in the US, are finding it likely that United States will attack Iran.

”They think that the US will bomb Iran to destroy their nuclear weapons,” Steven sights.

What then could happen is that there would be some kind of revenge. That in turn could lead to that the U.S. enter Iran and, once again, face a dead end just as in Iraq.

”We would find ourselves again confronting a force that is too much for us. Then, at that point, we will use nuclear weapon in trying to defeat the top of the elite in Iran,” Steven says.

Steven is afraid that once the nuclear weapons are used, there will be an escalation in the usage.

Lobbying that gives result

Although the alarming situation, Steven can see positive developments. Last year, Barack Obama clearly stated that U.S. should make an effort to build a nuclear free world.

”That is an effect of lobbying,” says Steven and finally picks up some pickles from the side plates. He starts eating the rest of his food, too, but keeps on speaking between the bites.

Peace activists in the U.S. didn’t use to raise their voices against nuclear policies. But now they are starting. Furthermore, there has been an editorial in the Wall Street Journal in January two years in a row, where Henry Kissinger and George Shiels, both former Sercratries of State under Republicans, William Perry, from the Defence Department and Sam Nunn, head of the Arm Service Committee, stated that it is time to illuminate nuclear weapons.

Steven sees the weapon industry as the biggest obstacle to this development. There is a lot of money being made on nuclear weapons.

Focusing on the future

When I come home the same evening, I tell my friend Su-jeong Kim, with whom I am living, about Steven. She gets interested at once, starting to ask me questions about how Steven, as an American, can have become chairman of a Japanese peace organisation. After all, it was the Americans that bombed the city.

The next day, Su-jeong calls me. She is a journalist, working in one of the leading newspapers in Korea, and she wants to write about Steven. The same night, we meet up with Steven and Shiotani. Su-jeong is eager to ask questions, confronting Steven with all her feelings of contradictions..

Steven explains that the president of Hiroshima Peace Culture Foundation is the mayor of the city, Tadatoshi Akiba. His main concern is the need of reconciliation, meaning that people have to work together for the future past to overcome what happened.

“In a way, I am sort of an evidence of that Hiroshima works that way, that Japanese and Americans are working together to eliminate the use of nuclear weapons,” he says.

10,000 Koreans died in 1945 when the A-bomb hit Hiroshima. Most of the victims were taken to Japan as forced labour during the Japanese occupation of Krorea. Su-jeong is critical to that the history of the occupation is not more extensively mentioned in the Peace Museum in Hiroshima.

Steven agrees that the Korean victims have not been recognised enough, but at the same time, he is following majors Akiba’s way of thinking.

“I think that if we start talking about the Korean history and Chinese history, it leads us immediately to Western colonisation, and that would make us blame the US, and that is not our goal,” says Steven.

Instead, the foundation wants to focus on the problem of today: The need to stop an escalation of the use of nuclear weapons.

“I think it is very difficult for you to illuminate nuclear weapons,” Su-jeong opposes.

Steven nods.

“But the main problem is America,” he says.

To Steven, America is the only country that is trying to dominate the world. Even countries like China, Russia and India are willing to illuminate their weapons, but then the US also has to do it. What Steven is looking for, is someone to put a pressure on George Bush.

“If just someone that he trusts could tell him not to use nuclear weapons within this year, we could be safe,” Steven says eagerly.

Just a month ago, president Myung-bak Lee of Korea met Bush. The Korean newspapers were filled with photos of the two of them together, laughing and waving to the cameras. Lately, the Korean and the Japanese president Yasuo Fukoda are also getting closer. Steven sees that as a possibility.

“If only the Korean and Japanese presidents together could tell Bush not to use nuclear weapons, prompting on their close position to North Korea, it could be a big step on the way,” Steven says.

The following Sunday, Su-jeong leans over the breakfast table, showing me a full page in the newspaper. It is her article about Steven.

“It was a hard work for me, I really needed to try to focus on what he wanted to say to Korean people,” she says. Then she is pointing at the title of the article, translating it as: “South Korea and Japan should work together to illuminate nuclear weapons.”

Seoul. May 4, 2008

“Go China go,” is the constant sound from that sea.

The Olympic torch is on its way through Seoul and more than 5,000 Chinese students, from different universities all over Korea, have gathered in Seoul to show their support.

“We have already been waiting for four hours,” says Lili.

It is four in the afternoon and the Olympic torch is planned to arrive any minute. Lili leans out from the sidewalk to be able to see well. A Chinese flag is covering her shoulders. Lili came to Korea to study in an University in Daejeon four years ago. It takes about four hours with the train from her university to Seoul, so Lili and her friends arrived already last night. This morning, they were up early to find a good place in the Olympic Village where the 24 km long torch relay started.

Suddenly, busses with barred windows drive up and stop in front of us. The doors open and policemen are flooding out. They line up like a wall along the sidewalk. Lili don’t think that they will move, so we get down in the metro to chance side of the road. Once up in the fresh air again, we can see about 30 busses lined up along the whole road. China has especially asked for big security around the relay due to the protests that have occurred around the world.

“There were some people who protested in the Olympic Village but they disappeared pretty soon,” says Lili.

She thinks it was because of the presence of so many Chinese students.

From other parts of Seoul, reports come about that Chinese students have been throwing stones and water bottles towards anti-China demonstrators, and a reporter has been hit in the head by one of the stones.

Around the City Hall I have only seen three people in t-shirts with the print “Free Tibet.” Instead, it is the Chinese students that carry the messages. There are banderols with the texts: “Tibet has, is and will always be a part of China”, “The Olympic Games in Beijing will absolutely succeed” and t-shirts with the print “We suport Beijing Olympics. We support China”. One of the most common messages seems to be “One world, one dream,” visible on both banderols and t-shirts.

A girl comes up to us and gives us some pennants and stickers with Chinese flags. Lili smiles at her and sticks a flag onto her cheek.

“I am happy so many have come to support our country,” she says.

Lili is getting cold. She asks me what time it is. It is almost seven. The torch is already three hours delayed. Then, suddenly, a helicopter comes flying over the City Hall. Lili starts jumping up and down. Again, people start shouting:

“Go China go.”

Lili is shouting, too.

Finally, the torch arrives, surrounded by a crowd. We can only see the flame over the heads of the people in the crowd. Hundreds of policemen have been trained specially to run along the torch relay runners trough Seoul. Lili reaches up her camera in the sky, trying to catch what is happening. Then she looks down on her watch, realizing she needs to catch her train. Tomorrow she has to be back in her classes in the university in Deajeon. Lili takes my hand and says:

“You know, it is not our Olympics, it is everyone’s.”

Then she is off.

The day after I am drinking coffee with a journalist from a big Korean radio station who has to report on the torch relay. He finds it hard, because he was not out in the streets. But still, he has been watching tv and read newspapers. He stays silent for a while, then he says:

“This is Seoul. That a lot of Chinese students use violence here is not right. They have to be prosecuted in some way.”

Seoul. April 28, 2008

So-yeong has become a part of the history as the first Korean astronaut in space. The proudness over her can be seen in the streets of Seoul. During her journey, there have been several exhibitions on the theme and she has constantly been in the news.

In an interview, made right after the landing in Kazakhstan, So-yeong describes her impressions from space:

“The Korean Peninsula I saw from space was one and united. The sight of the peninsula before I entered the Soyuz capsule still lingers in my mind.”

She also says that she is looking forward to come home to Korea and share her experiences with the public.

Seoul. April 21, 2008

Saw this disturbing flyer a while ago; I was about to trow it away; I mean look at the psychotic faces on those assholes; when I realize what was all about. Try not to make the same mistakes I made.

Maybe if I had this info back then I would not be such a major luzer today.

Los fans del bangbus son unos estupidos:

No se como es que aun hay imbelices que piensan que los videos del bangbus son 'reales'; entenderia si dijeran que quisiesen que lo fueran, o que solo en su imaginacion; pero son tan estupidos que tengo que tomarme la molestia de expresarlo explicitamente: Obviamente todo ya estaba arreglado, es una mfp actuada fantasia varonil; quien no quisiera asi como si nada levantar a cualquier femina transeunte como si fuera una guarra regaytonera; es como el equivalente de un talk show porno, una nubila prostituta cualquiera deseosa de ascender y hacer algo de carrera hard-core de verdad, y su cachondo amateur falso proxeneta de segunda; mas pro que Peter North y Ron Jeremy puestos juntos (controlar un orgasmo para acabarle a tiempo en la cara no es nada sencillo); la unica diferencia es como mencionaba anteriormente, radica en que estos tios si muestran toda la trama que no se atreven los de la TV. Eso y el hecho que se desarrolla en una 'party van' real (lol). Para hacer las cosas peores, ni son tan buenos de por si, y los muy mulas hasta pagaron por el acceso! LOL FUCKING ASSHOLES!!!!11!

How Do I Fail Blogging?

1. By not writing good enough content; quality wise. (unclever amirite)
2. By not giving people what they want; ie, popular content; eg, a cute dog blog; with pictures! (Why is somewhat ironic since this was in a way that; a real human-dog blog; I'm just not cutesy enough I guess. LOL)
3. By not being gimmicky enough; you have to have 'an angle'; use it fag!
4. By not typing/reading fast enough; only the latest-greatest get somewhat promoted; a couple of minutes later, and you're already buried in the virtual pile.
5. By being a major luzer! Duh!
6. ????
7. NO-PROFIT!

I also needz moar timez! I guess this finishes my working week (5 days) blogging adventure. I'm not going to be like those people that say "but i'll try to update whenever i can." Pathetic motherfuckers. I may check it once every couple of years, for teh lulz, of course. I'm glad it was done all ahead of schedule; still have a week to spare; I'll take a mini vacation. LOL! Even tough is was kind of addictive at first. Unfortunately I adapt quickly; and worst, since I have the attention spam of a year old cat and there were no immediate rewards; ie, no lulz... So forgive me since from now on if don't post any more crap or reply anymore to any comments; it's not like there were a lot of them anyhow; even if there were some; how many would be actually worth replying to? (none amirite) In any case I would start a new blog; hopefully there will free video uploading... BTW, thanks aniche for the only mfp comment.

There's going to be a lot of unanswered questions, true conundrums of the universe in teh lulz religion, like; why does banned anonymous have to have a silly ED PR department, at every major social networking site? Aside their overly inflated egos and their belief in the justified belittling of people, most of them are smart enough to actually get it, first handed. Misconceptions about ED? WTF is that shit; what's there to not get that isn't explicitly inferred upon it. Have not these stupid people have been made fun enough already? Could it be that they are finally afraid of the party van? I don't think so, at least not directly inasmuch as the tips the very mockable naughts may provide to the FBI; especially the leftovers behind the first time around. I think also in despite of their other-saying, care what the rest of the world; especially the truly successful and good looking people that they can never be, think about them; at least deep inside. Better stated, they need to gather support to show that what they are doing is hXc cool fun; instead for what it really is; a stupid geeky criminal offense, also kwel! (amirite?) But the most important reason, I think, is that they are losing their power; WikiPedophilia show them; in that sense, had to create even more PedoED! Document drama... Nigga please! Any anon wannabe has more gigabytes worth of data than the real Scroogle cache and any other mirror site, combined. (Dubious disclaimer: This was obviously written for the lulz. U can't touch me, hammer time!)

Ahora si, este es el pinche motherfucking ultimo post... No U Can Not Has Lulz! Mmm, all right then...

And may teh lulz be with you! LUZERS!!!!11!

I've made lots of mistakes; well, at least just one that really counts. Besides the generic good left undone; my greatest and most significant error was (ironically) a combination of being too much of a good person, a zealous christian, passive and non-confrontational. I'm sorry for had been being so weak and powerless. I could not stand up for myself, when a couple of deservedly busted heads would've meant success instead of failure; literally in as well as a figurative sense. The second one was the starting paragraph of this segment.

Every time you try to better yourself, invariantly there will be someone else to set you straight ... down! 'Cause everybody will try to hold you down; for no good reason whatsoever. I used to believe there were somewhat jealous, but that doesn't properly explain random strangers or loved ones; maybe is just evil human nature. The point is; nobody will ever lend a helping hand; at least out of pure altruism anyhow.

Don't get me wrong, I'm glad if you think that the world is made of happy cocksucking zombies for you to take advantage of, that anon's your personal all powerful bitchin' K9 caring army, that you're so inconsiderate hXc cold to other's feelings, that you don't depend on anyone for anything, and that you're so well set as to be completely oblivious to the real outside world; still I think it is foolish to not at least be mentally prepared for the worst possible future scenario. Just take a stroll in any cemetery, I bet most of those 'grave' people (lol) also thought they were the center of the universe, so indispensable. Yet living in denial is still your prerogative, at least for now... Soon enough you may not even have that chance. In fact, why don't you just kill yourself.

Did I mention I hate moronically infantile sports, particularly football (both american & 'succer'); especially the foolish contemptible petty faggots known as fans... Oh! And also, I don't believe in anything conventional anymore, religion wise that is; except, perhaps goatse & teh lulz! It's now more liek, "trust on people's goodness"; nigga please (die); and, "teh bible is teh stoopidest". Once you just start really thinking about it, there just cannot be a decent EC; also by definition of that mind controlling shit in general (christianity). Sheepeople are so lulzy. In a way, I'd love to be in a high governmental position so I can bring back some sort of concentration camps and blatantly get away with it; like those crazy chinese did with them poor cats for the lolympics. Concentration camps sure are lulzy (lollercaust amirite).

Had some other left-over 'clever shit' for this chapter; but I've forgotten nearly all about it; just didn't write it up while I had it fresh on my mind. I also had forgotten about writing to this snippets anyhow; meaning that, I just totally forgot about them to begin with. This should be the last, 'fo sho rly'; just wanted trying to add a bit more funnay to it. Like to be a pick-up artist extraordinaire, all you need is the confidence to be an amoral flashy manipulator of women's self-esteem; any abusive two bit loser (pimp) can tell you that, either explicitly or just by observant behavior. Or better yet; where did I go wrong? I do not uder sand...(LOL) Sorry, I'm still such a lame troll. And the god damn shame... Like when someone asks "What you been doing?" How to explain... What I can say... "I've been fucking up my life..." How do I failed life? Rly! How does someone fails life? ~\(0_o)/~

Finally; sometimes I still feel like if my life is a living archetypical hell, and that I am a pathetic loser; really. As if I have nothing; no hope, no life, no future; no nothing. Besides the previous all will be well mantra; I'd like to add that, you must find from within the strength to carry on; be strong... Believe. And also, my only pseudo-prayer remnant: "May evil, anger, rage, hatred and just-vengeance be the lights that shine upon my body, mind, soul and being; so that they protect me and force me to react from any deliberate harm caused by unworthy individuals." But now, how about a long warm cup of an anecdotic example...

Back in High School, I used to have this 'friend' (see, here every acquaintance you loosely hang out with is your 'friend'). In retrospect, this guy was messed up, in an uncool way; eg, he hinted once that his single mom was kind of a whore, he may have been kidding though. His maximum achievement in life would've been to become an aviator, or at least to get in the Air Force, and in that way constantly visit communist Czechoslovakia (at the time); better stated now, Czech Republic's Prague... 'cause his mother had been there smuggling shits, selling herself, or something like that. At the time, I kind of felt sorry for him and also liked how he 'hated' everyone. Unlike me, he didn't had much of a choice since he was also unkept like a drug addict; dumb, short and ugly. Let's refer to him aptly as 'Motherfucker' (FL); for even further reasons explained below.

As time goes by, Motherfucker's behavior starts to get more irrational and unpredictable; without the known use of drugs; eg, giving an one arm punch to our group of 'friends' out of thin air. Almost needless to say, I started to detach; if loosely applicable. So one day, he borrowed my elite estate calculator, and without any justification (besides being somewhat true at the time), he grafted with some sort of dentive tool the word (best translated as) 'DORK' on it. This made me very angry, but instead of 'properly' beating him into a pulp; I took the more wimpy, yet proper reprisal of doing exactly the same to his flimsy, crappy belonging; nature best relational algorithm after all. But then Motherfucker starts to get all ape-shit and butthurt, like if he's being the victim of some fucking rape, or something.

Later on; talking to some other unconsequential ball-o'nothing of the gang; it would've seem that it was all Motherfucker's original idea of a harmless joke... WTF?! This was a step short of killing a designer pet, leaving it on the door, ringing the bell, and hanging around for the reaction. OK, perhaps not as much, lulzy still...(Chevy!) I'm all for a good joke, it's not like if I'm anti-lulz or anything like that (I<3ED); just as long as it doesn't trespass any extension of the real personal boundary of my being, of course. Besides, didn't he done it for teh lowlz? (Although technically speaking, they weren't any around yet; by that name at least; since it is common knowledge that Al Gore wasn't around much at the time.) Well, I get it; it just wasn't funny TO HIM the other way around; since it didn't originated directly from him; but I lol'd.

Yet something wasn't right. When I did it, I wasn't really thinking, and that was a good thing, for that prevented what I was beginning to experience; yes, a variant of IRL troll remorse; induced by the combined darkness of dark plagues, sociological and religious guilt. In fact, the more instinctive the better; retaliation was just an appropriate and natural response to my current level of anger. Then all of a sudden the unconsequential said one of the most moronic religion-wise things related I have ever explicitly heard: "You shouldn't be so vindictive". I mean, ZOMG! I'm doing it wrong; excuse me for not giving the other buttcheek; is there a better way to be more righteously vindictive Obi-wan, enlight me! Nigga please... Still, no-one back me up. It would have been an excellent advice for some weak lamer utterly controlled by religion; and once again, since I was very young; it all started to sound so ... wrong.

But the grasp of the dark side is just so strong; and I'm only human, only one, only me ... against a milliard of conformists. I'd give in; gave up. Motherfucker wanted a lolfight; it would've been relatively easy for me to not only win, but to actually hurt him. So in stead of the lack of support and much more important, the shadows in my mind, I reasoned, to let him have a couple of his sissy hits, he'd calm down, tire, or something like that and that would be the end of it; never did it consciously occurred to me what actually did happen. And this is very important; for I had this pre-feeling, a form of stretched intuition, a bad/good sensation in lieu of a foreseeable future bad/good situation; but I did not listen to it, since it wasn't rational. Added regret value; as with your intuition; act always on them.

Let's just say that it was Motherfucker's only 'win'; and that even though he'd 'won', it was obviously a meaningless victory (fail); but since we're programmed that way (keep on until lose). You see, I heard later on that mudkips had beaten him utterly. Silly Motherfucker, doesn't know about mudkips. I guess he doesn't like them very much now. Anyhow, he dropped out; epic lulz ensued. Oh teh lulz... How rewarding. Let there be known; for now and forever, 'till the end of times: In lulz we trust. Needless to say, I regretted not only that particular decision, but ever having anything to do with that loser; worst still; shouldn't even had to feel any compassion nor empathy for this pathetic excuse of order in the universe to begin with; yet I did.

My father pretty much dis me afterwards, not only had I got into a fight, but I 'lost'. Couldn't understand why he was so upset; all of a sudden it mattered to him. He never encourage the exteriorization of that particular natural ability (no challengers, perhaps); and just like that, it's my fault! I mean besides my obvious lack of better judgment. But it was always our fault, never his; especially when it obviously wasn't. Properly, what he said was that, it was my fault since I didn't want to learn how to fight earlier on; and I'm like; O rly? And he's like; Ya rly! Then out of all his nonsense, it clicked again; brawling mayhem was not a-ok, but boxing, karate, etc, was!

Silly me ... again, doing it wrong; thinking that a proper ready thinking mindset, mobility, balance and practice were the most important things. Should've known better; their way is the only way. I'm going to have to start reinstitutionalizing getting back. On a side note, whenever possible; never allow the judicial system to exert their lollercoaster low-grade substitute; get all the health needed satisfaction yourself. It's your rightly responsibility; do what you have to do to protect yourself and loved ones. Send society to hell, if needs be; but try to leave capping mofos for stupid gangbangers and an heroes. Don't be a pussy! Become ruthless and dispassionate. You can do it; for great justice... For Spartaaaa!

Or at the very least, hire someone; and for the love of gawd; don't feel guilty! The worst, indeed, was doing nothing; ie, wasting time; in that way, I'd implicitly gave up on myself, a long time ago; never did fully consciously realized it though. Perhaps another analogy; a much shorter one; would be more at hand: Fat-her, did you like going to school? No you said; most people don't, just like work; you have to make them. It's pretty much the same here; YOU, YES YOU! had to make me, teach me, sent me, or whatever. At least, a responsible father would at least acknowledge that much. Blame, just like enforced guilt may be a bit too much; it may not have been his fault, but at least it was his responsibility.

This from the person that cared more about his image by showing neatly to my mother's funeral; than he actually did for either one of us. So it wasn't a big surprise. To say he was nearly always apathetically distant would be an understatement. Nothing was, is, and will be moar important to him that worshiping his tube-god (watching TV). It was more of a formality, really; for they were virtually divorced. And also; oh my; how he killed her spirit (and ours too). To this day, nor only do I sometimes still felt dead on the inside; I seriously suspect that he was involved in her actual death. But that's another story, and besides, there is no evidence.

My father was in private, an extreme ball buster; he'd merrily grab and squeeze; figuratively, of course. To the rest of the world he was just an affable fellow; but internally, we all hated him for the control freak that he was; and still do. It always was well within his reach to actually help us out; had he really wanted to; yet, he couldn't even save me the nuisance and become an hero. I guess, what I'm trying to say here is, in case you haven't noticed; there was no love in our 'family'... And furthermore, according to them; I am a "trashy, mean, bad, awful and evil person" (anon amirite), and "the sole reason of the country's demise". However, they are just the opposite; the "light of the world"; whatever the hell, that means.

But srsly; on some other plane; right underneath my nose; there was this school 'blondie' (GC), well with actually straight brown hair, fair skin, and hazel green eyes; here that is good enough to be considered a true one; about my height and all around physical built, only heftier and wore glasses; but more importantly, alike my own personality; maybe a bit too much. It was somewhat scary; and I felt I wasn't ready to actually invest time and effort on some other lovable, taciturnly shy, smart guy. I had enough just babysitting me.

I wanted to, but I just couldn't bring myself to care; literally; at least at that time anyhow. It would be akin to actually speaking to someone callous the beginning paragraph; I can almost hear most people's laughs. For the minority that would eventually in actuality respond kindly; again, I'm so sorry I didn't had the strength to carry on; about being so weak and stupid; so human. Had I known what would happen, not only would I obviously chosen rightly; I would at least have made a last endurance try. The irony is I think he needed me nearly as much as I needed him; less still. Besides, he kind of quickly gave up on me anyhow. The point here is, whilst I somewhat identified with both mofos, only the latter was the right call; and could've been; a true friend.

All of that would have meant little had I had some of those steady truly real friends; not the aforementioned fakey poseur ones. Just like you cannot wage war by yourself in two frontal lines without eventually neglecting one end more, so does my emotional well being suffered. Like almost everybody else, all I ever wanted to was to love and be loved; yet I've failed miserably, and accordingly, everybody else failed me. None of all of the above would have mattered, had I being loved; by either friends or family; alas it all winded up to make an insurmountable burden. At the bottom line, the imbalance made me felt and still do, so broken up inside; so alone. Suffering; indifference arisen from lack of love and affection; made me a very sad, lonely and uncaring panda, indeed. (Fail...)

Damn! How I miss being hugged; that, and my pets... (Epic Fail...); I don't know for sure if I was doomed from the start, or if I didn't work hard enough, or if I made all the wrong decisions; I believe now to be most likely a bit of each one... Mostly #2 and 3; still, not like there's much about it I can do now; perhaps become an hero, or something... Maybe columbine'd the mofos; oh wait, it's too late for that also; how about death rape with AIDS or stingrays all the stupid fat hard-hearted bitches that turned me down, or going to lulzcon as a literal human bomb, or become a serial killer (for great justice of course), etc. I'll have to die anyhow since I am not some kind of IRL vampire, but more importantly, because certain parts sounded kind of like a detestable unhuman emo/babyfur-fag, and I can't live with myself realizing that I motherfucking offended baby jesus (MILF [hoe] plz) and all that serious fucking business... BAWWWWW!

Fin (...Fo sho rly..?)

Glossary

<3: An alternate arcane ASCII emoticon for the bastardly html encoding of a &hearts. (Look sideways; amirite?)

Amirite: A rare middle earth mineral used by MMRPG faggots to make the ultimate power weapon; a huge BDSM dildo. A passe way to bring attention to the end of a supposedly clever play of words; the lamest being amirite itself. (You don't get it, do You? Amirite=AmIRight? What a lolcow, amirite!)

An Hero: A martyr for b/tards. A lulzy suicide. A buffoon made out of an stolen i-pod and a gun's bullet.

Anonymous: The ultimate internet tough guy. An OL psycho bully, butthurt about being everybody's bitch and being pwnd IRL all the time, set himself to win the only way he kind of knew how, which is also ironical since it was his's smart odds that usually got him raep to begin with. Being the IRL pussy that he is, decided to hide his actions' persona behind true anonymity; in an undifferentiated gang of other sorry ass losers. Those actions more often that not, resulted in major lols, as expected of such fail IRL lolcows. Finally getting tired of being the laughing stock of the universe in all imaginable possible ways, they decided to better justified it and say that it was on purpose and hence forged a new inducive adage, that they 'did it for the lulz', or if with a sugarcoated moralfag anarchy twist, 'for great justice'. Which is either way pointless and contradictory self-pwning anyhow. They're also closet attention whores that get their kicks of unwarranted self-importance by vandalizing real attention whores' shit and people who disagree with them; since most people are not major geeks, just could not emotionally get it, and are hence labeled anti-lulz; the real attention whores were of course asking for it and deserve to get rape accordingly. Almost needless to say, intellectually that senseless shit of a ideological manifesto is just like them, laughable. What a great achievement to moronically troll a 16 year old girl facemyliveshit account, must've been a real tough cookie to crack; you are so hXc. Nigga please, it that's the best You can do, then pleeeaaase DO NOT WANT U to lolfight any more 'baetlz k'. It's not even funnay anymore, not that it ever was. Anon's nowadays synonymous with a lame OL prankster. It is common knowledge that there's no oldanon, it just remains constant the same plain old shitty level of anon crap; the real oldanon left the scene when they weren't any more real challenges or grew up. It is useless to increase the quantity of them by dynamically recruiting fucktards, since they are all unreliable retarded rap-loving 13 year old boys newfag emo furry shit. Since anon is supposed to be behaving the way that everybody really wants; well, then become an heroes; that's what we all really want (or at least is what I want). What a bunch of wimpy shitheads. Laugh at anons every chance you get; laugh at the size of their e-penis; laugh at their lolfighting for shit no-one cares about; laugh at their inability to command respect OL. Since anon nevar4gets; yeah right; to get a life perhaps, since every waking moment is a tormented hellish sempiternal remainder of his IRL fail. But wait, wouldn't that also make You kind of an anon; what a mindfuck! Anons sure is serious business... Fo sho rly!

b-tard: Also spelled /b/tard, b/tard or btard; a retarded carcinogenic troller of the cesspool-est imageboard in 4chan.org. You really don't want to know more; but if You must... http://img.4chan.org/b/imgboard.html (LAST WARNING! 4chan.org's /b/ is THE place to have killed your inner child and lose all hope in humanity.)

Chevy: The sex therapy dog of Crystal Brown; by famed extension, all anon (sex) therapy loldogs.

ED (or the phonetic glyph 'ae'): Encyclopedia Dramatica (http://encyclopediadramatica.com/), teh funnayz wiki hate site; evar! It features quite knowledgeable, polished and refined fanzine articles with a plethora of multimedia content, alongside thought out definitions and witty socio-political commentary; mostly about the current internet drama subculture. Only the exalted victors of the e-worlds are allowed to edit its illustrious pages, filled with the magnificently exquisite nectar of their lulzeries. Meaning; lulzy fagxrz poxerz haxorz shit; wikipedos... do not want! we pwnxr yu!!!!11! (banned anonymous amirite)

Epic Fail: Quite the obvious juncture; usually applied for utter emphasis, especially when success would've been otherwise relatively easy to attain. A massive fuck-up of massively fuck-upping consequences. A mayor loser. Also, if You are in such a estate of constant minor fails, that You become a winner at it; eg, "I had such a bad weekend, than I'm such an epic fail guy/gal".

Evar:=Ever.

Fo Sho Rly: Hood's nigga variant of ORLY; can also be used as a slightly less appropriate response to ORLY itself.

Funnay: (Not) Funny; used only by 16 year old girls to try to seem ever more airhead that they already are, 13 year old boys trying to suck up to said whores, or b/tards pretending that it wasn't shit; use as a Nigga Please for a failed attempt at comedy.

Goatse: O.M.G! The greatest shock site, evar! For sensitive people only, of course; originally goatse.cx, nowadays use goatse.cz; just features a picture of an unexpected sexy move guy (Kirk Johnson). (url=GoatSex, amirite!)

hXc: Retard's spelling of "hARD(eXtreme)cORE"; better stated, should be XHC, or even better, just HC, but You know retards (srlsy, u should), so maybe is just some shithead's misplaced x, like in NxY (New York amirite?); have to write it exactly like that anyhow or they will know you're not fo sho rly.

IRL: In Real Life. Needed to differentiate of the delusional Matrix You tend to live in with.

K:=OK.

Liek:=Like.

Lol: See LULZ.

Lolfight: A funny retarded confrontation, especially IRL, usually accompanied or filled with extreme angst, anger and drama. A silly sissy catfight, either sex. Eg; "Look at those two 5 years old lolfight over that shitty piece of plastic. Ha, ha ha ha; it's so funny."

Lollercaust: Short of a Holollollercaustcoaster; ie, a Lollercoaster made of old Holocaust related shit no-one should be caring about now (not too soon amirite!). Also known as a Lolocaust, if a short ride; see Lollercoaster.

Lollercoaster: A rollercoaster made out of lols. An up and down lol series of related events (wins); the most famous springing it's own name; the Lollercaust.

Lulz: A corruption of LOLs (Laughing Out Loud), used only by hackers on steroids fresh out of their internets hate machines; ie, 'anonymous'. The main excusable reason to do anything, from eating pie to justified our wasted lives.

Lulzcon: The lulziest convention evar! (Before I become an hero, plz someone help me attend, that would definitely fulfill my life; also the Lesser Britain 2012 Goatlympics [2haelp steal the torch & logo obv]; kthxbye.)

Moar: (Do Want) More.

Mofo: Short, cutesy and playful of motherfucker, as nigga is to nigger.

Mudkips: A genus of much liked starting Pokémon, very heard of; hence very 'topicable'.

Nevar4get: A laughable self-righteous catchphrase; "never forget".

Nigga: Short, cutesy and playful of nigger, as mofo is to motherfucker.

Nigga Please: For NIGGA alone, see NIGGA, niggery pleeeaaase. The pleasing usually meaning a disgruntling ironic "come on", and/or "give me a break". A breakfast cereal so tasty You have to beg for it liek if it was delicious cake.

Nigger: Appreciative and loving synonym of negro, a black person.

O Rly: Shorthand of Oh Really? Also written just as ORLY; use as a sarcastic form of "You don't say?". The second greatest meme of all times; behind Pedobear; the macro variant takes on the form of the aptly named Orly Owl.

OL:=On-Line.

ORLY: See O Rly.

Plz: Stupid IRCs beggar's Please; lulzier than regular please, since no-one will take You srsly.

P-MFP: Pinche-MotherFucking Puto/a.

Pwn:=Own.

Raep:=Rape.

Rly: Really. See ORLY.

Serious Fucking Business: Long version of Srsly; with moar interwebs, and real fucking businesses; also can be swapped for the lesser known variant Fucking Serious Business, though just not as funnay. What it says, seriously; see Srsly.

Srsly: Short of Seriously; have to take all the vowels in order to save time typing, since it is common knowledge that teh internets is serious business. Can be also used as a form of ORLY.

Teh:=The.

TL;DR: Too Long; Didn't Read.

Troll: Someone who deliberately starts posting inflammatory remarks on the hopes of starting a dramatic lulzy reaction; aptly originated from the fishing technique.

U:=You.

Uder Sand: Coolsweets' misspelling of "UnderStand" (Just showing some Pedobear <3).

ZOMG: Z Oh My God; b/tarded version of OMG standing as if typing the <Shift> key by mistake; in fact add purposely for increased mockery.

WARNING! This is fully made of fail and win; but mostly win, I hope. Unimportant plot secrets may be revealed; like, this was written for great justice; or, if you're reading this it's already too late. (All because stupid nigga slave didn't move it up [perhaps didn't wanted you to tl;dr it]. Notice how the qualifiers are redundant since everybody knows all niggers are stupid, ugly, abusive, filthy and barely useful as slaves.)

If my time has come, O Lord,
Please let me home in peace,
For I have suffered long enough...

The body You have given me,
Has withered and weakened,
Minute after minute seems too long,
One day feels like forever..

Please relieve me from this pain,
Let me sleep forever not in vain,
A peaceful rest, Lord, is all I need...

Bless my family for their patience,
And please tell them to be strong,
I know my children has grown now Lord,
They have bright futures so be told..

When I come to see you Lord,
Please forgive the sins of my youthful days,
For everything I've done wrong,
Humbly ask for your mercy..

Let me sleep now, O Lord,
And accept me to your home above...

Amen

Another name for the Realm of Forms is "Ideality". But I think "virtuality" is a lot more suitable. One, because this word makes evident the connection between Platonism and computationalism, and two, because the word evokes an immersed, subjective point of view (through association with computer simulation).

Virtuality, then, is understood to be the very substance of mind. This is opposed to external reality, which is transcendent, i.e. entirely incomprehensible unless translated into the language of the Forms. Reality can't be accessed at all except as a virtual model, constructed as an interpretation of raw sense data. In other words, we never interact with our environment directly: All of what you take for granted as external reality is in fact more correctly viewed as an incredibly powerful "virtual space of orientation", continuously updated to fit with incoming information.

This picture seems to present an answer to the question of why physics is unable to describe reality with perfect accuracy: Because our minds are restricted to the simplicity of Forms. Our virtual models are necessarily simplistic, because of their computational restraints (limited time, energy and hardware size). Because of this, we can only hope to approximate truth. There'll always be aspects left out by our descriptions.

I think it's useful to think of reality-modelling as something that can be approached in a spectrum of ways, from the mathematical and unambiguous to the mythical and ambiguous. Both of these extremes have serious weaknesses, but their strengths complement eachother: Mathematics offers precision, while Mythos offers meaning. Therefore, the two approaches need to be reconciled. This, I think, is one of the most important tasks of philosophy today. And I think virtualistic epistemology can accomplish it.

I know it isn't very 'politically correct' to even call a woman 'woman'; let alone a generically friendly loving term such as 'girlie', but since I cannot conjure up a better one (nor do I have the desire to do so); that will have to do.

You can have all the lez sex you want (like if lez sex is any real sex, I mean gay [male] sex is more real than any of that shit), just make sure that you at least once stick a cumming fat dick in your heated pussie. Get drunk, or whatever. The point is, have all needed recreational sex on the side; but have, a-place and understand the paramount importance of reproductive sex. You're emotional inner state is irrelevant, you can justify your homo ways all you want (alpha shortage, social cohesion, etc), in the bitter end all that matters is successful off-springing. You know, like the backward traceable chain from you to Adam & Eve.

You might be attracted to somebody that shows so much a passion for living; or some other dumb shit thing (like motocross or nascar racing); that you may start to believe that he can hack it, and take you along the ride and it's successes with you. But think again, the 'spark of life' can easily be energetically misplaced and/or emulated, that a word of caution must arise. First, too much of it, and he will sell you out like the cheap whore that you were to begin with (when you actually decided for such a low-life) to achieve his fairytale dream. Second, too little, and loserdom for your whole family will also definitely arise. Just be careful, and try to be more wise.

Supposedly they[/you] are sexually superior. You can have it anywhere, anytime; yet, they limit themselves with moronic crap like, if I ask for 'whatever' (dance, phone#, date, etc), it most certainly mean I will have to have sex with this man; or I am too 'whatever' (fat, short, dumb, ...); or something other like that. Well, I say, enough of this shit; do you want to end up alone and lonely for the rest of your life? Fuck the Walt Disney Co. and their wait for prince charming crap; that's fine for firstly stirring up a young girlie's romantic imagination, but nothing more.

You think that you're so hot shit, playing hard to get, and all that bullshit. Like if it's such a mystery what's going on in your romantically biased air heads. At the very core of it all; you're so pathetically little; for only God's thoughts are inscrutable. Yes, I can understand why nearly all you morons are 'take my virtue, but not my dignity'.

Remember, the slutie girl always get the man, or at least a dandy good time, whereas the not so .., well you get the point. Unless you're very beautiful; playing hard to get will only get you that, and that you will, precisely. You can't have your cake, eat it too, and not expect to pay the price as a fat roll. Same here, approach this whole business for what it really is; you can always upgrade your relationship latter on.

The game of attraction is a power dance struggle (think cats); to win some times in one aspect you have lose some others on another. Do not concern yourself with being perceived as coming on too strong. No self-respecting man will ever turn you down; no matter what.

Have you ever been to a topless (nudist) beach? Notice how everybody exerts almost perfect self control. If we're not jumping at each other then, I can assure you most will not on some lame impasse. If some actually does, then you surely know how to pick them; for it is universally punishable and ultimately counter-productive, considering how easy it is to get. [Corollary, death fuck orthodox muslims, real rapists and fanatics.]

I guess what I trying to say is that, the big bad wolf in the end wasn't that mean after all, and hence, it is not a very good depiction; it was more like a cute adorable pup. [Ah, the illusion of beauty...]

Do not seriously flirt; flirting is for someone you already know (at work, for instance), for teasers who want to get anally raped, and for insecure & immature persons that need constantly be reminded that they are wantable. Always come forward in a secure and direct manner. You have the upper hand; use it.

The only three valid reasons for a turn down would be, in order of precedence; first, some sort of physical displeasing abnormality (buggy eyes, six fingers, etc), second, the same, but mentally, and third, a personality flaw (jerk, nutcase, etc). You can read them all in less than a minute; use your intuition. Did trying to choose the best possible mate make me superficial? Then I guess, I'm the king of shallowness. Just say "You're not my type", and gracefully walk away. Don't even bother for an alternate statement or explanation; stick to this, trust me.

Pick someone within your status, physically, intellectually and economically; I know this is not very objective, but you will eventually figure it out. A good couple of criteria would be, were I (as a friend) to introduce this person to (friendly) myself; and as disassociated as possible, ask yourself, do we make a nice couple. Notice how love is not part of the equation; unless you mean falling-in-love type of love, but please, no romantic love. If you want romance, read a good novel.

Love is like hope. The very idea of the potentiality of it can get you thru a rough time. But don't fool yourself, love has nothing to do with marriage. Always keep an alfa, beta, gamma, etc. relationship on at all times. Life is anything but static, be prepared to dynamically upgrade your ladder accordingly; at the blink of an eye.

And finally, please, no mutt kids, only real big time losers dilute themselves to do that. It should be your very last resort, not your first option. Choose as within as possible. Does behaving like a natural patriarch make me a racist? I suppose so; just like being constantly 'in heat' makes me a slutty pig; bottom-line, I don't care; it just does not form part of the calculation. I must admit that to imprint a desirable trait, some mofos had to go at it first; and I am grateful that they did, for I would not have come to exist; I'm also grateful for the increase resistance to deceases and the decrease in recessive syndromes. Just an interesting sidenote, in some cases around here, some conquistadores rewarded a passive strategy based on interbreeding. But don't go overboard; ie, do not try to overcompensate a perceived shortcoming in a giant step (I'm too light/dark). I have never seen such a 'good looking couple', let alone a cute offspring; it's odd, and you get a likewise result. Once again the point is there are better ways, and choose someone as close as possible from within your genetic distance group. The more down the line, the better; just like you would do, say for a pet, or a flower.

Epilogue:

All right, I know; I didn't actually get to 'prove' anything; but I'm tired & worn-out. I really did try to finish/polish (all) this; so this will have to do. All this trouble doesn't seem worth it anymore. In retrospect the others seem a bit biased towards men, so I decided to fix this affront in here; plus there were a couple of other issues I would've like to address. I'm sorry, but they will have to remain un-done/translated.

Finally, I'd like to grace you over with one of my own quotes:
"Destiny's a matter of perspective. From our limited point of view, there's the illusion of choice. We get to 'make decisions'; such as, what should I have for breakfast, eggs or cereal; and the likes. In fact, every possible outcome has already been 'pre-setted'; just like macroscopical certainty occurs out of microscopical uncertainty, so does the big-picture result arises. Ie, we only get to choose our damnations. Or alternately, think of the Earth as a giant lab maze; we are the mice, running thru the corridors of life, figuratively and literally; and it's just that, we don't get to see the shaping pathways."

DeGirbil Suckpupet

Reincarnation sucks, on the account of 3 very simple points:
1. Stupid soul function assignment; like a surjective function. Consider for example, how many people maintain to have been Cleopatra, this obviously makes no sense; unless they're deceiving themselves, of course.
2. It's pointless on itself; like infinite recursion. Consider that if it's primary reason of being it's for oneself to learn something, why wipe out a previous memory assignment; ie, wouldn't be more effective to continuously evolve to a higher order, plane, 'god communion' or whatever, by building upon your previous experiences. It seems to me more like a setup for infinite failure to begin with.
3. And more importantly, because it's counter-proponent to the all love and fairness 'god' of exit resultant reincarnation; it just seems the opposite, an unjust and self perpetuating 'hell'. Wouldn't it be more objective if you were actually judged by your factual life deeds?

Also, if before we came to earth we were so spiritually pure, then why aren't we all saints? If the most exalted one given always wind up getting an ass soul whip, then what's the point? Besides the obvious suffering and torment. Why is so important to debunk RI? 'cause it is at the heart of eastern doctrines and NA movements; permeated into every aspect of gnostic enlightment. It was one of the main reasons I had to discard gnostic christian beliefs, if there can even be such a thing.

On a side note; I have lots of remorses and regrets; so I can understand the desire to do over certain things, to believe there is a possible RI let-out; but the more I think about it, the more I realized that it wouldn't matter very much, either way. And on another one, I can't relate; let alone understand; how there can be people who say 'I have no regrets' or 'I have no remorses', isn't that nearly equating yourself to a psychopathic killer or a sociopath?

There are other minor issues, like who are we really, energy, population, animals, aliens, etc. For instance, there is more people living nowadays that there have ever been, which implies that most people should be 'new souls', yet most people claim a history of past-life experiences! And in case you are wondering; I don't believe in religions, I do believe that a personal experience and relationship with God is the most important thing, what truly matters, independently of religion. Ie, fuck dogmas and rituals! Skip the middle-man (except maybe for JC). Or alternately, there is a church, but it is not an earthly one, inasmuch as a spiritual one. Religious institutions are all about power, fear, control, isolation, divisionism and money; especially money, so avoid them like the plague. So anyhow, to me not only are there mayor holes on RI, but on all other eastern pseudo-religions for that matter. Simply put, read the bible and carry on accordingly; especially the NT, which you should start with.

Explaining more gets a little thornier (to say the least). To begin with, Creation, there are tree basic exegesis:
1. A literal interpretation. This is the fundamentalist view; this is also very obviously wrong.
2. Role inversion. Instead of being the serpent the liar, it's the schizo Jehovah the one, and furthermore, he's also the conceptual Satan; whilst the serpent it's the one and only all loving god. This implies that our universe was made defective to begin with by this nut-job lesser god, whilst the other one offers true spiritual salvation. This is the GC belief.
3. Classical view. A long time ago, in a spiritual realm far, far away, all there was well; it was perfect, literally. There was only God, then he probably got kind of lonely and tired of talking to himself for eons, so he decided to make other beings to worship him and to chat with. Since he didn't want them to be mindless automata he gave them free will, that way they would have not come up with lousy conversational topics. One of them rebelled wanting all that worshiping for himself, so one day said to God something like "You suck, you're such an unfair G-O-D, they should be workshipping me; you have no right, since I'm so high and mighty, and shit; and I'm so much better, and you're old and fat, and my halo is bigger than yours!"; then God must have said something like "Hey you ungrateful @$#%, I'm not twisting anyone's figurative arm, so @%#% off!". So this mofo made a big revolt out of nothing, until there was inevitable conflict amongst the other spiritual beings and finally he got his ass kick out of there ASAP; along with his cheering squad of course. By the way, at that time supposedly 'cause there wasn't enough room up there and things were getting too noisy already, God decided to make the Earth and it's inhabitants. So with nowhere else to go, he decided to wreak havoc on little material paradise.

Well that's my take anyhow. The bible is not very clear on details, so that leaves a lot to be inferred upon, and even more to be imagined! To make matters even worse, translations are biased and inaccurate, with some parts being downright contradictory. The GC being worst in the sense that there are other chapters (books) and you have to keep guessing which references of the 'True' god and the 'False' one are and have to invert and which ones to maintain. Even though the aggregation of more books is a good thing in a consistent redundant check way. Being all said and done, I choose to lean more on the third one, of course.

The rest of the OT can pretty much be summarized as jews misbehaved, God punished them; gentiles misbehaved more, God punished them harder; repeat until NT. But the main issue arises, is it fair to begin with to hold them to such a high standard, one that he'd knew very well they could've never measure up to? Well, I think that's precisely the whole point, the cycle repeats indefinitely as a perpetual learning lesson that by ourselves is pretty much impossible.

Yet, is still fair to inflict such draconian punishment? As the almighty creator it was within his right to establish not only the rules, but the price for infringement, for that their lives truly belonged to him to begin with. Look at it this way, we have laws that punished criminals, even death penalty for less that of what was going on back then; isn't it 'just' to punish the hardened criminal, isn't that the precise reflection of what we call justice.

Unless you're an 'A' class prophet, God won't speak directly to you; think about it, most communication on his behalf to his servants was done in dreams. Do you really believe that the most powerful being in the universe is going to show favoritism by talking to you over menial tasks like 'Marry Gazzy', 'Eat a taco', etc. He's going to have a damn one good reason, and most likely involves turning you into one. If you hear voices, you're probably either nuts, or talking to an inferior spirit.

What about the son of 'Zimmy', isn't it filler crap? Well, yes and no. It was predicted that the Messiah would come from a very specific linage; in order to establish the validity of it, registers were kept; books similar to a collection of birth certificates. Jesus was challenged on many grounds; that was not one of them, since his birth record was flawless. Of course nowadays it's pretty much useless, and furthermore, since there are kept no more; from that perspective; any one individual can claim to be the messiah, old or new, depending on his target group.

What about Near Death Experiences? Their name says it all; a near death is not the same as an actual death. Even though there are similarities, some are leaned towards your beliefs, even some are non present altogether! Eg if you believe in hell, you're more likely to experience something archetypical; even if you don't, your mind might as well be making it all up, or that you're being influenced by some spiritual being other that your chose one. But 'I was brain-dead'; well, to me you still seem to be. I rather listen to the guy who actually passed thru it (JC).

I was raised as a devoted roman catholic, I was even an altar boy; no molestation on their behalf, fortunately. Again three things bothered me the most:
- The anguish mass; boring, repetitive, stupefying, dull and senseless; truly, hell on earth. Evangelical services are pretty much the same but with a different approach, the opposite overkill. I had one of those as a neighbor biz for a few months until the 'preacher' left without paying a single month of rent; the noise part, I mean the rock concert part, was unbearable, you could hear that shit a block and a half away, loudly clear! So much for the golden rule I guess; needless to say this was not my kind of 'party'.
- The Trinity. I just never got this one, is it like a cocktail made of three ingredients; what gives? Isn't it the one almighty god we're talking about here? Are they contained within one another like a super set relation? I don't know; case and point, what about the triads of ancient lore? Are they the lesser being personifications of the true godly trinity? Or is it the trinity itself a reflection of the mispersonification? Well, that's just me, I need an explanation that actually makes sense.
- Image worshiping. Including the saints and the virgin Mary; as if were not bad enough you had to pray to the obvious wooden figure. And yes you pray directly to them; they've rephrased their lingo nowadays, but still in practice you do. Like, some may say the figurines intercede, reply or put on a good word to god on your behalf. Just always remember who the bible says is the only valid one, the only one you need.

There were lots of other things like confession and their evil crooked history, but those were the most specific and relevant to me. I realized now that this is starting to become patterned, and perhaps I should entitled it as the book of three times three or something; just to honor The Matrix, TLOTR, or The Trinity itself!

People are stupid, they can't see things for what they really are, their thoughts so nearsightedly small, so limited. How they look for their paternal government to give them everything. Doesn't the bible says "Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they?" (Matthew 6:26 [New International Version]) Can't blame them too harshly though for being too powerlessly meek, we need to be ruled upon, after all who doesn't long for paradise restored, even if it's a lie.

Why I am telling you all this commonsense specifically? 'Cause people can believe the most far out shit. Look at the Morons, I mean the Mormons, wasn't your god aware of the english meaning maladaptation, perhaps he was, and just was being ironic. Most of these people doesn't even know the true history of their religion, or the 2nd level initiation belief that you're to become a god on some other planet. Ignorance is bliss... I think not.

You think it can't get worst? Oh my! Check out the demonic sci-fi birthed Scientology. You have some sort of spirit alien 'thetannus' that only they can get rid off with their silly shit; and all this is part of an interstellar battle between them and some operational Cthultu ripoff Xenu thing. It is almost embarrassing to mention; but it's better to be told 'dumb-ass' now, that by yourself latter on.

Perhaps, like them, I should charge you a thousand bucks for further commentary and a nice print-out book; but even then I wouldn't charge you a penny. That's how you know, how you can tell, I am legit.

You walk around; you found and open a chest; you use the 'Tome of Knowledge' within; you leveled-up! It's now time for a more clever and subtle scheme. The Jehovah's Witnesses appear at first glance as innocuous model individuals; just selling some cheap magazines. Their talk's bible based and 'christiany' enough. You may even think they are of some odd christian denomination, far-fetch, but still within conformant parameters. They are in fact, as an organization, a mind controlling sect with a MB dollar publishing empire. Masonic in origin, medium guided, doctrinally unstable, false prophetizing, etc.

When you buy a mag from one of them, all of the money goes to the WTS. The poor gal/guy sees nothing; becoming the ideal worker, one who works harder, a lot of time, for free. This is virtually enslavery. Consider of the helluva lot printed, what's actually sold, if even only a small percentage is, that's still a very big number, and assuming they are not that greedy, an infinitesimal fraction of a penny is earned per mag; now check the order of magnitude of the aforementioned amount multiplied by the fractional penny and you'd quickly realized that it is most likely in the order of millions.

Yes, the enslaved grunt is made poorer whilst the church honchos are made much richer. In the end, all the 'sheepeople' have to account for is the belief in the good faith of their leaders; for without an external audit, those quantities would have to remain uncertain. Now I think they're so massive as to afford giving them 'away free', or the poor gal/guy pays for it, either directly or as added contribution; anyhow, read below for the true cost.

To contravene their shaky history they've rewritten it accordingly, acknowledging some of the more 'undissable' incidents to a certain extent. They've also under-defined 'sect' to their advantage; in factual psychological terms, they have all the traits of a sectary cult. And this is the more dangerous facet of the 'zect'; once a family member leaves, or anybody else for that matter; they are told out of 'love' to hate them; well, not exactly, they're conveying the idea, without actually saying so; since nowadays they are way more careful. See, they've had some hard earned lessons in the matter of end of the world date setting, and it shows.

The BTS had a mayor scandal on that regard in 1975. Some very zealous, but not very bright people sold their houses and belongings in the anticipation of that event. Did they read more to it that it really was? I don't think so, consider that they can barely think on their own, let alone take a mayor doctrinal decision without the consent of The Society, or alternately, those ideas did not just pop out of their heads just by themselves. Most of the current members are new to it and are barely aware of it as a downplayed important, even funny, sidenote; if any.

It was very heartless to leave them out in the cold, for an organization that's worth billions of dollars in real estate alone; that is. But I understand, had they financially done anything they would have exposed themselves for what they truly are. They have to use this strategy every once in a while, before the older folks lose interest, and start to realized they are being had; ie, the earth's not going to pass. They'll be losing their more experienced, largest, more loyal and best sales force, but it is a risk calculated cleansing move. Those nearly did destroy them, but they always managed to come out on top somehow; just like the true corporate juggernaut.

The understanding knowledge in the bible can be compared to a dimming light that progressively shines brighter on a room over time. I can accept changes over it as long as it is the light and not the objects within that are the ones being changed! As an illustration consider their doctrine of organ transplantation, this is similar to the blood one, but can be replaced by any other for that matter; at first were ok, then were not, then and currently are ok again. People died because of this, and they hardly flinched. As a responsible adult that would've been my choice, yet, if I would had any kids died during the banned period, I certainly would not be as understanding, let alone, forgiving.

That 'free' study is sure as hell going to cost a lot more mentally and emotionally as you try to liberate from their grasp. In despite all of their negative aspects, I must admit that the two most logically sound, that I know of, are the GC and the JW ones. As always, the worst is not knowing for sure, regardless of how much 'faith' you think you have, in the bitter end, you just can't tell for certain.

Can a crooked stem grow straight? Well, it obviously depends on how well enough you define 'straight'. Case and point, take The Worldwide Church of God. In general I suppose it's possible but highly unlikely. I know, it's hard, and that doesn't leave a lot left; but I guess it should be possible to find a decent EC, you know; one that's not selling a good time, pseudo-miracles, blablism or evil transic self-harm. The probability being near zero. Saving souls just isn't very good business practice.

Finally, in case you're wondering, three are my greatest fears:
3. I'm afraid of not having the strength to carry on.
2. I'm afraid of death, dying and the likes.
1. I'm afraid of God distancing from and rejecting me. The dark time, the time away from God when my love won't be enough to save somebody; heck, it isn't enough right now to even help myself.

Its quite a complicates process, to get your shoes of as fast as possible whit out letting go of your luggage, then trying to get them on in a crowded area that's way to small while the lucky people (the once whit there shoes one) passes by.

Since we had some extra time and my curiosity of the "way of randomly being picked every single time" I study there "system", lets just say it was pretty clear that if your English or west European the chance of getting out of the "shoes off, shoes on" process is a lot bigger then for the rest, I'm not saying that they all pass, of course not, but I'll say that its a 50/50 percent chance that they will, which fits in good whit the "randomly picked policy".

But if you're from another country, you will only pass if it's really crowded and they can't check allot of people. And when it comes to airport I'm really glad that I'm a girl.

I once flew whit my friend to London, he's a blackiness (I know! Its pretty cool huh?) And he has an American passport, and I swear we got stopped every were possible and more, just randomly outside a tax free shop two policemen's wanted to se his passport, even after every thing was checked in and we were almost on the airbus to the flight, he got stopped and they search his bag, (The scanner did dent see anything suspects about his bag, but I guess being a black man whit dreads in Europe isn't that easy sometimes" 

I have never ever been to the airport and passed the shoe scanner wearing my shoes... My point is:

We get randomly picked so fucking often that it's not even random anymore

This extension interfaces with the underlying operating system (SELinux for now) to determine your security level and, if possible, that of your correspondants. If you attempt to send an e-mail to some recipient whose security level is inferior to yours, Thunderbird will warn you that a declassification is going to happen.

The next step will be to provide that server-side treatment, as a procmail script. Stay tuned for more information.

Do you know Steampunk ? A litterary genre mainly based in a XIXth century world where automatons and steam-powered devices are commonly used ?
If not check Chris Bachalo's comic serie "Steampunk".
But if you are a bit acquainted with the subject, I invite you to read this excellent blog on Steampunk : Brassgoggles. As far as I am concerned, it is definetely THE reference blog on the web.
I admit, it doesn't talk about books only, but I am a bit geeky about the genre and I have recently been accepted as contributor so I invite you to follow Mistermorg literary adventures in Steampunk.
You will find on Ohmybooks only the translations in French of my contributions on books (for the rest check on Brassgoggles). There will obviously be a link to the reach my posts from here to the blog for my english reader.

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Vous connaissez le Steampunk ? Un genre littéraire (à l'origine) plutôt basé en Grande Bretagne au XIXème siècle dans lequel la vapeur est reine ?
Si ce n'est pas le cas, un rapide coup d'oeil au Steampunk de Bachalo vous en dira plus.
Si vous maîtrisez un peu le sujet, je vous suggère de lire ce blog anglais très complet : Brassgoggles (ang). A mon avis LA référence en anglais sur le sujet.
D'accord, ce blog ne parle pas que de livre, mais j'ai un faible (bizarre aux dires de certains) pour le genre et je viens d'être très récemment accepté comme contributeur.
Je vous invite donc à suivre Mistermorg dans ses aventures littéraires Steampunk.
Comme tous mes posts seront en anglais sur Brassgoggles, ne seront postées sur Ohmybooks que les traductions en français de mes posts traitant de littérature.

"Nice guys finish last". A common US proverb, and it's true; meaning that the unfit will always get the scraps. How so? You may ask; well I used to be one of them, or more properly stated, I was made one; while growing up. I remember this one instance, for example, while I was in Kindergarten; got to a 'mate's' house for ... well I can't remember why, not only because it's not important, but also 'cause it did not last long. So this moron starts bullying me, you know, name calling and stuff, until I finally could not take it anymore, so I started to fight the mofo. Gee, what's the point of inviting you over if your going to be such an asshole; sure, you got a slight territorial edge, translated later in life into a moral right; yet luckily for me, I knew nothing better. My parents, which were standing somewhat nearby, swiftly broke off the 'fight'. They made feel like garbage.

Their message was made very clear, "do not fight, it's not polite", it was one that would constantly repeat itself over and over again. Case and point, I fought with my sister, they're message "it's not right 'cause you're a male and she's a female". Well, thank you for stating the obvious, but I just don't get it; and why should I, it didn't make sense at all, not only did she started that one instance, and come to think about it, she usually did, and can't blame her though, she just took advantage of her artificially privileged position; but she was also at the time bigger, stronger, and will remain to be two years older than me! As a matter of fact I would be hard pressed to produce a predatory mammal, or for that case, any other animal with a brain, whose offspring do not fight while growing up. Most of the time, playing is fighting; it's training for 'the real thing', preparing for life. When they grow up there is seldomly any real fight amongst themselves, mostly shows of force, since it's energetically most efficient that an actual fight, safer, and pretty much accomplish the same thing.

Dogs are not human, but the opposite can be applied, and should be more true; humans are like dogs. Notice how the weaker minded dogs are always last; also the lack of assertiveness express as a hesitancy and self-doubt. Dogs don't 'listen' to the following weak. Why? It makes sense, if a leader is weakly ambivalent, then another stronger undubitable takes over. Weak leader equals wrong decisions, equals starvation and death. It makes sense; how can it take good care of the others, if it can't even take good care of itself. That's the main reason why it has to be so strong; for it's pack, of literally extended self; since they're so close genetically related anyhow... And yes, overly displays of affection are taken as a sign of weakness.

Notice how always: "A loser is physically or mentally weak". Sometimes even both. "Meekness will get you nowhere". I understand that keeping your head low can be a good survival strategy, albeit always a temporary one; but understand, I want you to succeed, to be strong; so better stated; I want you to be strong in order to succeed. It is necessary to be strong, to even come off as borderline arrogant. There are several strategies to go about that, the first and most obvious would be a direct positive approach; going to gyms, taking tutors, etc. You get the point. The other, I don't recommend, or if you must use, do so sparingly, since it's the negative way; that goes a little like reverse psycho babble, forced external pressure (like in the army), 'just being mean', etc.

So now I understand 'their love', you see, by treating me like trash, they were 'telling' and showing me their love transformed into: "We only want the best for you ... We wanted you to become strong!" But I couldn't understand back then.- The problem is, as you should be seeing by now, it's that if you overdo it, you obtain the opposite effect. But then, so does the first one; you become tired and worn out after a while. Still, it's easier to 'screw up' with the second approach.

So, "Be aggressive"; within reasonable limits; themselves established by the sociological environment you live in. True self-esteem does not come on external things, it comes from within you; it's a positive way you see and feel about yourself, usually for having accomplished higher order goals. For instance, carrying a large amount of cash, just because some 'guru' says it will build you up, it's not only moronic on itself, but quite dangerous. 'Hey ma look at me, im sooo loaded, and this is only the beginning, then when i grow up (literally) i will become the rich bully i always wanted to be. Yipee-kayay! (mother-fucker!) and i can't wait to get out so i can get drunk (and/or mugged) with all this stash.' Well it sends the message that the money itself is giving you that confidence, so naturally, when you spend it, or lose it, along with it will go your so-called self esteem as well.

Alternately, while still in school, I won several academic awards, they did not build my self esteem, because they were never in themselves a goal to attain. Ie, there was no sense of achievement since I didn't want them to begin with. Also if someone were to said to someone else "you have a crooked nose", teeth, or whatever; it does harm your as well, specially it they keep repeating it like, a million times, and more so if parle at an impressionable young age. So start telling yourself those positive affirmations instead of going under the knife. Change yourself from within. If you're overweight then eat less and do lots of workouts; if you inherit a genetic predisposition, then bad luck, just try harder. There's no easy way out, nor it should be; the only way is the hard way, and it's going to cost a lot in terms of effort and dedication.

Up to a point, riches and material things are a measure of happiness and success. After all, we all want a worry free and layback life, and you can only get that (in this world at least) with 'the root of all evil'. Yes, money do can, buy you 'love'; money is power. Thing about it, how are you going to support your family, attract a potential mate, etc. All those things take money, whether, directly upon themselves of as the effort put upon getting the money in the first place. Of course, they also take some effort for themselves on your behalf. Being a freeloading 'parasitic vampire' of sorts, will only get you so far, and in the end will only make you miserable. Survival by 'getting by' is temporally OK, but is not really 'living'; at least not a worthwhile existence, that is.

If you don't want to spend lots of money on overpriced conditioning simultaneous defense-attack movement stands, then just pick lots of fights, eventually, even if you get your ass kicked, you will get good at it. So get it right; or fail and become the loser you're really destined to be! And remember, this is about building self esteem; not becoming some sort of 'psycho'. Ie, lead a healthy and balanced lifestyle (drink alcohol, but do not get drunk), etc.

"Anger is good, anger is your friend". And so does fear; we didn't get this far as a species by being constantly flower loving scum. Abundance and peace being scarce, the opposite being the norm. If it not being always hungry, looking for food, it was always running, of some predator, and in some cases, even others. A pitiful state of existence; but remember; there will always be someone willing to take by force your belongings, as long as they found it easier on themselves. Look at the historical 'evidence', we have gruesome wars, canine teeth, specialized meat digestion enzymes, etc. By now, you should see where all of this is heading, so I'll let it drop.

Besides, only the weak minded fools think like that; well, that is until someone does them actual harm; notice then how quickly they abandon their way of thinking, their system of beliefs. Put it in more concise terms, it's not okay to execute the hardened vicious criminal, until he/she harms me or my immediate family, of course.- "Vengeance is yours"; after all, it's only the reflection of the universal moral code of ancient lore within you. Someone does you wrong, you want to get even, you want justice; after all, it's only just and righteous on itself.

If you're a woman stay away of him if he's unreliable, abusive, a liar, cheat and/or uber-flirt. Think you can change him, think again; experience shows that they seldomly do, and even when they do (a little), it is not because of you. Bad boys will always be maladaptedly immature, in a BAD way; stay away from them like the plague. Shouldn't even bother with something so obvious you may think, yet the sheer amount of abused women without being psych pattern printed make it enough to explicitly point that out. You may think you're giving an edge to your children, but there are no guarantees, and besides, there are better ways.

You just haven't experienced life until you really want to kill somebody, or yourself. Hang on, bear, endure, differ; until it's time to make your move. While growing up I used to tell myself that things would get better, just to get by; now I know better; they don't. Call it destiny, entropy, karma, damnation, etc. Things never improve, that is, until you make them somehow. Survive at almost any cost.

Finally... 3+stuff:
- The Self-help industry is an akin religion scam. If this people really wanted to help you out they would be giving good advice, for free, not be selling shit.
- Once you attain the aforementioned power, you will have to share it in order to maintain it. It's also a good surviving strategy and a nice managerial tip, or fix for the common mistake that is to become a control freak and try to selfishly wallow it all up.
- Wine, women, and song; true back then as it is today; that is the life you should strive for; but never actually achieve, at least not completely; unless you want to self-destruct, that is. Moderation and balance are the keys.

So here's why I hate them both; first, my pinky toe; any, but in this special case in particular, let's say the left one; is like a lot of people's twisted in an outward rotational angle perpendicular to the cant of the feet itself; like if gripping or 'hugging' the ground. Being force as a kid to wear them make an accentuation of the natural bending; in effect, turning it anti-natural; the root of the toenail never did grew up appropriately, not only did it atrophied, but also shifted to an 'upper' plane; ie & eg, think as if any nail of your hand would grow upwards and away from the tip of the finger, instead of the normal parallel or concave direction.

Second, the middle toe's (any feet) last phalanx bone (digital or distal), better stated, the ligament segment joining (flexor digitorum longus joint end); because of the pressure of the other two next, moved to the side going downwards; instead of it's natural straight line position. They literally sandwiched it; leaving only the turning as a relief. Please mofos, wisely correct me if I'm wrong and/or not being explicitly explanative enough.

Finally, the worst, and most common complaint (gee, I wonder why that is; but what the hell do we know, maybe we can't just follow cause and effect correctly); the big toe... An inward angle ... 'pinche motherfucking puto' pointy shoes. This is especially important for running, for to do it optimally depends on the degree of twisting. Mmm... Imagine that you could restore the straightforward angle, but keep going, until it axis is near perpendicular; pretty useful ... had we were crabs! That puto angle dictates the freedom of motion. It may increase stability whist standing up; but being mostly static equals death; unless we were some sort of pandas, and then would have to grown a new one and the old twisted big toe would end up being like that lame equivalent appendage... But I digress... See stupid motherfucking fashionistas what your actions will bring forth toward humanity; damnation I tell you! DAMNATION! If some crazy bitch think is menial, and worth it, 'cause she looks astonishingly great, is incidental and irrelevant; and besides, truly her choice; but what matters is that I (men lol) cannot run, workout, practice some lame sport, etc; as good as could anymore. Minor fuck up.

And some women still think that wearing mfp hyper pointy tight and high pumps is not only appropriate, or 'looks good', or looks so well that they have super special powers of charismatic charming seduction and rapport, or whatever; but it is "the ultra shit", especially if they cost a mini fortune; well, I think you're really are that; or at the very least, a joke. Those poor brain-washed and extremely confused beings actually feel like a million bucks on those medievally torture devices. I almost feel sorry for them; had not known that they were conscious and explicitly broadcasting their perversion into BDSM; 'cause every time I see one, inmediately reminds me of that. On a relevant side note; I remembered reading in the news a while ago, how every true random hater and preserver of the status quo ("you should be in the same hell as us, bitch!"); came down hard on some poor aussie's team of something stupid, getting an even stupider award at the 'white hose'. Their great sin; showing in aussie's appropriate evening gowns' flip-flops. The complainers should be horrifically put to sleep, and the cute aussie's chicks not only should get an apology; they also should receive a true meaningful award, hopefully with a huge amount of money, and a lot of 'special XoXoXs' and shit. (hoes amirite)

Truly final before I go out to kill someone; the best shoes I had were some New Balance sneakers; but already came too late; the grafting had already taken place. I know there is supposedly some 'special' shoes that sort of fix you up; but I think they're rip-offs; I would put all my money on an operation, but then again, it is not like if I am such a dumb broad; and actually need that shit.

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By Scott Sullivan

Bolivia’s democratic forces must anticipate that Morales intends to intimidate Santa Cruz before negotiations by bringing in more arms and advisors from Venezuela, Cuba and Nicaragua.

In this context, Bolivia’s democratic forces should present the following demands to Morales on a non-negotiable basis.

First, Morales must withdraw his comments that challenge the legality of the Santa Cruz referendum.

Second, Chavez must announce his willingness to abide by the outcome of the Santa Cruz vote as well as the votes in additional Bolivian states.

Third, Morales shall agree not to deploy military, paramilitary, or police forces to the territory of any Bolivian state without the prior consent of the government of that state.

Fourth, Morales shall suspend his military-to-military agreements with Venezuela, Cuba and Nicaragua. Morales must also suspend arms purchases from these countries.

Fifth, Morales must break diplomatic relations with Iran.

Sixth, Morales shall not interfere as Santa Cruz establishes bilateral military consultation groups with other countries.

Seventh, Santa Cruz will ask the US to initiate an “equip and train” for the pro-democracy military forces in Santa Cruz, as the US provided for Slovenia, Bosnia and Croatia in the 1990’s.

China is aware that Maoist and ultra-leftist guerrilla groups are making a comeback in Peru including Sendero Luminoso) and Tupac Amaru. Moreover, these Maoist groups can rely for support on an extensive network of Maoist “humanitarian” organizations funded by Germany and the EU (see O’Grady in the WSJ).

Meanwhile, Bush’s influence in Latin America has collapsed. Bush has no visible strategy to counter the ultra-leftists and fascists in Latin America. Brazil, Chile, and Argentina have also refused to stop Evo Morales. China must take the lead.

Scott Sullivan is a former Washington government employee.

Petroleumworld not necessarily shares these views.

Scott Sullivan: How to defeat Evo Morales

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Learned Polka this Monday. Fun!! Like a bunch of happy bunnies jumping on the field~

Firefox may be labeled 'better', 'safer', 'faster' or whatever; but if at the price of being always my most memory consumpt and sluggish app, then it's not worth it and those turn out to be obvious deceptions. The reality is that it's still buggy and under a constant development nightmare of incompatibilities (even within previous versions); and it's most definitely not ready for prime time; ie, it's still a 'leet' app; made by developers for themselves. Most of it's 'usefulness' just really gets in your way. Eg, I use version 2, and had to browse (for a couple of days) a ton full of shitty and useless pseudo-documentation, just to make a couple of easy, lousy JS buttons. Why on god's earth do I need a separate developmental version for something so menial!? And better yet, why was this functionality not present either built-in or through an extension. Well, in all honestly, it was present, but disabled; and they were a couple of add-ons, but did not work. The worst is now I know that I have to get ready to upgrade them soon when V3 makes it's way.

Also, on a side-note, tabs sucks; I have never used one purposedly, and never will; ever. I don't 'uder sand' why everybody else goes ZOMG! gooey over them. I just hate those abominable windowless illusions. Bottomline, Firefox sucks. I prefer K-meleon, but this came pre-installed on my warez... FireFox is just a Linucks fanatic's pitch.

There goes your disbeliefs in people's capability
You purge everything into disability
Nothing compared to your bigger than life attitude
As to your childlike behaviour nobody can rescue

You can tell anybody else about your adventure
For all I know they even tell you are a vindictive immature
Well, shame on you for blaming your past
'Cause your life now is nothing but a laugh

In my eyes you're nothing but a toy
Too badly you can't even bring me joy
It's maybe cruel to call you a trash
You got nothing else for me to pass

Your brain is as small as your eyes
Your comfort is some fermented rye
No wonder why you are so behind
Don't you know that slobbish is a bind?

Nothing but regrets come into my heart
You've wreck my life and sanity into shards
Someday you will pay the price
Ending up alone, there's no surprise

Thank God, you're finally gone
My life's in peace again now, there's so much to be done
Everything's so peaceful and nothing but happiness that I feel
And I can be myself even better now, this is not surreal