Archive for November, 2010

The face of horror

Posted: November 30, 2010 by Sean M. in News, Uncategorized
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I can’t figure out how to embed the video smuggled out of North Korea posted here, so I’ll just link to it.

While the latter two thirds show some interesting signs of discontent, it’s the first part that just breaks your heart, watching a young woman foraging for fucking grass. Her face is utterly expressionless as she describes what can only barely be described as her “life.”

I may as well use this post to recommend a book I just finished today. The Black Book of Communism probably isn’t for everyone, seeing as how it’s more than 750 pages long (and that doesn’t include the footnotes) and is a more or less scholarly look at the crimes of communism written by European academics and researchers, but it’s a fascinating look at the crimes against humanity committed by the Red terrorists who have always claimed to represent “The People” over the last century.

Watch the video. Sadly, it’s just the tip of the iceberg.

Amazon thinks I would be interested in this.

3 Wolves T-Shirt Redux

Posted: November 29, 2010 by Moron Pundit in Uncategorized

An unbelievably expensive piece of speaker wire gets the ridiculous comment send up:

We live underground. We speak with our hands. We wear the earplugs all our lives.

PLEASE! You must listen! We cannot maintain the link for long… I will type as fast as I can.


We were fools, fools to develop such a thing! Sound was never meant to be this clear, this pure, this… accurate. For a few short days, we marveled. Then the… whispers… began.

Were they Aramaic? Hyperborean? Some even more ancient tongue, first spoken by elder races under the red light of dying suns far from here? We do not know, but somehow, slowly… we began to UNDERSTAND.

No, no, please! I don’t want to remember! YOU WILL NOT MAKE ME REMEMBER! I saw brave men claw their own eyes out… oh, god, the screaming… the mobs of feral children feasting on corpses, the shadows MOVING, the fires burning in the air! The CHANTING!


We live underground. We speak with our hands. We wear the earplugs all our lives.

Do not use the cables!

There are tons.  They are hilarious.

The latest Wikileaks document dump

Posted: November 29, 2010 by chad98036 in Uncategorized

Bradley Manning and Julian Assange continue their two person campaign to destroy US foreign policy with the release of 251,000 documents from the State Department’s SPIRNET. 

Obviously I haven’t read all of the documents, and frankly I don’t know if I will try, but the snippets I have seen so far don’t really reveal anything new.  In fact the most interesting thing I have seen so far is this comment by the editor of Foreign Policy magazine:

Wikileaks says data dump "reveals the contradictions between the US’s public persona and what it says behind closed doors"

Actually, to me it reveals that the U.S. is remarkably consistent in what it says publicly and privately

He goes on to say that regardless these leaks will be damaging and I have to agree.  If for no other reason than people never really want to know what someone truly thinks of them deep down inside.  It will be interesting to see how this plays out over the next couple weeks.  the press is already slobbering about how President Obama’s massive popularity is helping to mitigate the damage, but my understanding is a good number of the leaked documents were written on his watch.  If that’s the case what happens then?


Well, fuck civility. First chair fuck it from the woodwind section in the middle of a command performance of Toccata and Fuck. Fuck those who try to tell us, after years of slander, beatings, lies, and false accusations from the left, we need to fucking be nice now that they have lost. Fuck the belief that being nice while the other side refuses to hold back will work. And lawnfuck on a frozen day with a snow shovel anybody who dares lecture us about civility after the shit thrown at us for years by those now begging us to play nice.

You know who fucking wants to be civil? Fucking losers, that’s who. Those weak willed, goatsegramming, assjiggling, snails up their widened asses, that’s who. Those people who blanche at the sight of people demanding their voices be heard, that’s who. And those fuckfurters with relish who want to tell us everything will be all fucky-dory, so long as we fucking let them tell us how to act and live. And these are the people who wind up sliding us into statism, so fuck them forever with used toilet paper after I had a batch of macho Nachos.

When I read about the desires of many on the left to have us become a regulated, state-run society, I look in on the two most precious things I know as they sleep. One of those is the daughter of mine who is a gift from above and made in the image of all that is perfect, who has the potential to shape history, so long as she has the opportunity to do so, and is what G-d above meant when he was pleased with his handiwork. The other is the one I abandoned all others for, the one for whom I still crave every night as if it were two nights before our wedding (heh!), who I promised to always be my happily ever after, and who bore my children who died before birth, who live, and who are yet to come. As I watch over them, do you flaccid fuckmuscles stuck in the fuckzipper of fuckheadedness really believe I will accommodate and yield anything to those who wish to harm them? Well, rockfuck you with an algae fucked fucktwig if you think so.

No, I will not yield to those who seek to destroy those I value more than my life itself. I will not yield an inch to those who wish to control and regulate my family’s life. I will not yield an inch to those who wish death upon me for my views. I will not yield until they are driven from the plains forever. And “civility” to those who wish to destroy everything around me is merely the first step. So fuck your false calls for civility. Fuck your sham moderation. Fuck your calls for me to be anything less than vigilant against your schemes. And amoebafuck you until you dehydrate for trying to push this shit upon us.

Al Boar’s “An Inconvenient Expansion”

Posted: November 28, 2010 by chad98036 in Uncategorized

Great send-up of Al Gore.


I’m not exactly Mr. Don’t-Touch-My-Junk — there are real security concerns, even if the implemented methods need some refinement — but this is horseshit.

New mom tries to go through airport security with breast milk, armed with a printout of TSA guidelines for “medical liquids” that qualify for alternate non-X-ray screening. They put her in a box for just long enough to force her to either (1) submit to X-ray, (2) throw it out, or (3) miss her flight.

She misses her flight.

From Megan McArdle.

Something tells me the Obama administration is going to be hating life pretty soon.

Since we’re all spending the holidays with relatives, I propose a new dinnertime game of speculating what awful reveals are going to come out in the “private, candid assessments” bitchy, whiny bellyaching.  It’s a nice way to talk about politics without actually talking about politics, unless you have that crazy Aunt Suzie who still insists that President OMGWTFBBQ would conduct himself with nothing but the highest decorum and would nevereverever say or do anything snide or rude behind someone’s back.

Re-Reading the Classics–Tarnsman of Gor

Posted: November 27, 2010 by chad98036 in Uncategorized

Recently Monty has been posting his Sunday morning book thread over at Ace of Spades and I always feel a little bad when I read it.  His selections are always so intellectual that I feel bad for reading discarded Harlequin romances that I find in the trash.  So inspired by Monty I have returned to my intellectual roots with this the first of one or two such reviews:

Some of you may be familiar with the term Gorean, as in living a Gorean lifestyle, particularly in relationship to sexual practices.  This is the book that gave rise to the series that coined that term. Usually that would be enough to make me stay away but I read the book in 10th grade and the next 6 or 7 in the series after that over the course of that year (my parents really didn’t pay much attention to what I was reading, as much trouble as they had keeping me in school they were probably just happy I could read), and my memories of the book were a little different; so, when I saw this book on the shelf at a used bookstore I went ahead and grabbed it.

My memories were essentially correct.  This was a strong start to a series (28 or so books) that unfortunately started going off it’s track around book 5.  Combining elements of high fantasy and sword and sorcery it is the chronicle of the adventures of Tarl Cabot, an Earth born professor of English history who, in the tradition of John Carter, finds himself transplanted to another world where he discovers his true calling as a warrior.   After that he indulges in the usual warrior things kidnapping and falling in love with the princess, fighting impossible battles, escaping impossible odds, only he does while riding around on a giant bird.  (That’s where the title comes from.)

Beyond that the book is competently written.  It’s not epic prose, but it’s straightforward and easy and the characters have enough development to draw you in.  Norman will never win any major prizes for his style but he also won’t turn off many readers because the books are too dense.  And, on the plus side he doesn’t appear to be a frustrated songwriter so unlike Tolkien his characters don’t burst into song every three pages followed by page after page of discussion of the rhyme, meter, and meaning of the lyrics.  I swear that entire series would have been a short story if it hadn’t been for the constant minstrel shows, but I digress. 

In closing – Decent book, good story, but don’t bother following up with the rest of the series unless you are into the whole dominant / submissive lifestyle.  If that is the case reading the books aren’t going to damage you more than you already are.  (Just Kidding, to each his own you sickos)

Officially a DC resident…

Posted: November 27, 2010 by It's Vintage, Duh in FAIL

I just got mugged.

Also, I’m unemployed. So I hope the assailants enjoy the $100 balance on my debit card, my lack of credit cards, and my $2 in cash.

Oh, and my iPhone.

Suck my dick, assholes.