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Happy Tết Nguyên Đán, feast of the first morning of the first day.

YOU NUMBER TEN G.I.

Aquí cerquita unos perros que nunca hacen ruido ahorita están ladrando. Es de noche y reteoscuro. Vibra rara, que onda.

America’s future is as dark as a pint of Guiness: Trump didn’t go to a US WWI Cemetary in France out of the fear of rain, which on his list of fears we can add below his fear of Women, immigrants, and Black people (Yes, even Kanye West)

To summarise, Trump ducked going out in the rain while Californians were incenerated alive in their homes and cars from wildfires caused by something their President doesn’t believe exists, let alone acknowledge.

America’s past is as dark as a pint of Guiness: The end result of ethnic and global genocide is Trump as a symbolic and actual representation of the end result; the treating of anyone who isn’t white, rich, male and American as a form of vermin to be maligned freely at will without pretence or apology, casting away the curtain that to many presented the illusion that America ever cared for the world.

It proclaims forth with bombast and proud fanfare: You whose face, gender, race and/or religion and/or financial standing doesn’t fit, are subject to exploitation, mistreatment, torture and death, and that WILL come first.

Male Judges who are accused rapists will be appointed to supreme courts without question because there is no question to be had, as below-standard intellect is considered the superior wisdom of the manifest destiny of theft, rape, torture and murder. It is, after all, the American way. How things are done, and will be done.

There’s no need to lie anymore. The realisation of this becomes an actualisation, a reality of where things stand, daring you to oppose it, because the apex of US Imperialism has been reached and the truth has been revealed of it’s existence with a belief that it can not be defied or beaten.

In reality, it is an empire in decline, and it’s ideology with it.

But it will burn the whole world as it goes.

America’s present is like a pint of Guiness: Dark, because it’s future too is also.

Nixon would be proud.

The good Doctor Thompson punched out because he saw the prescription of America’s diagnosis: Lies sold as truth, War sold as peace, suffering sold as satisfaction, and America being ultimately, Nazis marching in pristine step down the Earth’s boulevards.

Yep. Well said. What a lot of people seem to miss is the absolute volcanic intensity with which Thompson hated injustice and the abuse of the weak by the corporate class of leeches. I remember the first time I read The Great Shark Hunt. Nobody goes after the US political class that way anymore.

Ponganse truchas.

Cheers!

Everyone flee for your lives the region has been destroyed by the forces of evil!

“It is noteworthy that the strongest support for Israel in the international arena comes from the US, Canada, and Australia, the so-called Anglosphere, settler-colonial societies based on extermination or expulsion of indigenous populations in favor of a higher race, and where such behavior is considered natural and praiseworthy.”
--- Noam Chomsky

This is for our visitor, Lily.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=saiaAlVx1E4&frags=pl%2Cwn

I used to wake up in the morning
I used to feel so bad
I got so sick of having sleepless nights
I went and told my dad
He said, son now here's some little something
And stuck them on my wall
And now my nights ain't quite so lonely
In fact I, I don't feel bad at all
I don't feel so bad at all
Pictures of Lily made my life so wonderful
Pictures of Lily helped me sleep at night
Pictures of Lily solved my childhood problems
Pictures of Lily helped me feel alright
Pictures of Lily
Lily, oh Lily
Lily, oh Lily
Pictures of Lily
And then one day things weren't quite so fine
I fell in love with Lily
I asked my dad where Lily I could find
He said, son, now don't be silly

Thank Dog for British rock and roll.

Our apologies good friends
for the fracture of good order the burning of paper
instead of children the angering of the orderlies
in the front parlor of the charnel house
We could not so help us God do otherwise
For we are sick at heart
Our hearts give us no rest for thinking of the Land of Burning Children. …
We say: Killing is disorder
life and gentleness and community and unselfishness
is the only order we recognize. …
How long must the world’s resources
be raped in the service of legalized murder?
When at what point will you say no to this war?
We have chosen to say
with the gift of our liberty
if necessary our lives:
the violence stops here
the death stops here
the suppression of the truth stops here
this war stops here. …
--- Statement of the Catonsville 9, May 17, 1968

Wanna know where Trump wants a wall? Around his friggin' fridge.

Stroke or heart attack waiting to happen. Not we're gonna tell him.

haha it wasnt even worth waking the founder to dispose of these chirruns

"sunday school dropout you blithering antitrump liberal with a total of one brain cell that allows you complain" - Not yo money

Now, on which plane of reality does that breathless garbage remotely resembling a sentence make sense?

No capitals. no full stops. You must be really envious when considering anything with one brain cell when your weird ranting is taken into consideration as evidence.
But don't worry. Do you know, Jellyfish have survived over 500 million years in this world without a brain.

So there's hope for you yet.

You're wondering what Jellyfish are now, ain't ya?

"The mass media serve as a system for communicating messages and symbols to the general populace. It is their function to amuse, entertain, and inform, and to inculcate individuals with the values, beliefs, and codes of behavior that will integrate them into the institutional structures of the larger society. In a world of concentrated wealth and major conflicts of class interest, to fulfill this role requires systematic propaganda."

-- Ed Herman and Noam Chomsky, Manufacturing Consent.

“Many journalists now are no more than channelers and echoers of what George Orwell called the 'official truth'. They simply cipher and transmit lies. It really grieves me that so many of my fellow journalists can be so manipulated that they become really what the French describe as 'functionaires', functionaries, not journalists. Many journalists become very defensive when you suggest to them that they are anything but impartial and objective. The problem with those words 'impartiality' and 'objectivity' is that they have lost their dictionary meaning. They've been taken over... [they] now mean the establishment point of view... Journalists don't sit down and think, 'I'm now going to speak for the establishment.' Of course not. But they internalise a whole set of assumptions, and one of the most potent assumptions is that the world should be seen in terms of its usefulness to the West, not humanity.”

― John Pilger

There have been 7 bad login attempts since your last successful login.

Someone wants this one bad.

'twas the night before Christmas at the frozen North Pole
but the Holiday Season was out of control
there would be no presents, for Santa was drunk
he was covered in barf and he smelled like a skunk
his workshop was wrecked, the toys had been smashed
his sleigh was in pieces on the roof where he crashed
the reindeer had died after not being fed
Mrs. Claus grilled the tongues and she boiled the heads
she worked in the kitchen while singing a song
she farted and scratched and smoked weed from a bong
as the livers were roasting in a large iron pan
she licked blood from her fingers and chugged beer from a can
a gaunt gang of elves were on the porch out in back
they had acid and mushrooms and chronic and crack
some looked like zombies, their eyes a bright yellow
shooting speed mixed with Nyquil turned their brains into jello
Santa gasped as he fell to the stained wooden floor
whiskers burnt, glasses busted, his ass red and sore
“Christmas is canceled”, an elf softly said
and that was the truth, cuz Santa was dead.