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Keeping you abreast of things that may not even be happening. !You can feed needy people just by clicking on FREE RICE and playing a game FREE. Free game=free rice for hungry humans!>>>>>>>>>> We humans are capable of great things and equally great atrocities. Ironically, out of atrocities have come good and out of good-intentions have sprung atrocities... Thus we have the suicidal utopia we live in. I am King of all that I survey-as long as I keep my eyes closed - jay If bleeding, am I not still a prick? - jay Thinking is silent - jay Tomorrow I'll be sober, stupidity lasts a lifetime - jay "You're des-th-picable." My financial adviser, Daffy Duck, to wall street and the banks Ask not for whom the card tolls, it tolls for thee... My current thoughts on the "too big too fail" banks and their freefall credit card fiasco they're dragging us into. Give yourself a bigger bonus with our tax dollars and profits from human suffering. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It must be noted I make nothing off any "clicks" you do on this site. In this day of banking atrocities, such as profiting off charitable causes and human suffering. I need to make it clear that the charitable banners are there for charity. Click and help your fellow Man. There are no unselfish acts... you will feel better about yourself. Click on FREE RICE and see, it's free. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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I am a proud stoned slacker! I just need to start smoking pot. Fox News is the most trusted "News" Organization? 49% agreed... Bill O'Reilly thinks everyone knows O'Reilly is an opinion show? I beg to differ, they think it's factual news. Jon Stewart is most trusted news man? I happen to agree, as long as you know he's making fun of the "facts". You can then deduce what he thinks are the facts... more than you get from most. You are required to think and be entertained. The "real" news just barks at you and tells you to believe. Like taking the Bible at face value, breaking many of the commandments ends with death. We ignore this part. Glenn Beck is everyman? He spouts? He doesn't shill for the Republican party? (Bill O'Reilly) I watched Glenn Beck today. When he refers to something or someone he doesn't agree with he goes into a full-blown retard schtick. Never go full retard. Did we learn nothing from the war documentary Tropic Thunder? This how much respect or gravitas Glenn Beck deserves. Glenn Beck Show is to News what Tropic Thunder is to War Documentaries. If 49% of people think Fox is the most trusted NEWS network, than we can deduce either: The rest of the networks are sucktards or 49% of the people think Tropic Thunder is the greatest War Documentary EVER. And all midgets are angry people trying to kill you. They should all be tossed off a bridge into a deep ravine. Sean Penn learned his lesson: Never go full retard. But hey, if you can get a huge following and a big payday, screw whatever values you had and say whatever it is that pops into your mind. Get out your blackboard, because all us stupid folk were taught that what's written on a blackboard must be truth. Is anyone out there deducing what I'm deducing? That Bill O' Reilly is full of himself, which means he's full of crap. Please allow me a preemptive strike against those of you feeling the need to defend retards and the use of the word. Here is the definition: re·tard –verb (used with object) 1. to make slow; delay the development or progress of (an action, process, etc.); hinder or impede. –verb (used without object) 2. to be delayed. –noun 3. a slowing down, diminution, or hindrance, as in a machine. 4. Slang: Disparaging. a. a mentally retarded person. b. a person who is stupid, obtuse, or ineffective in some way: a hopeless social retard. We are slow and develop with hindrance what WE call (to make ourselves feel smart) progress. We impede our own development, we are diminished and hinder ourselves at every turn (read Douglas Adams, Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy, we're nothing more than an off-ramp) Earth is a Retard-O-Rama, the mistake humans make is: we feel as though we're above that level... of that one below us. ob·tuse [uhb-toos, -tyoos] Show IPA –adjective 1. not quick or alert in perception, feeling, or intellect; not sensitive or observant; dull. The perfect definition of Man? It just might be that it doesn't go far enough into the negative aspects of Man. In closing, I think the evidence (historically: present and future, unless WE change it) clearly reflects Man's retardation.
One has big round ears and clown shoes. That was all I could be sure of through the blood streaming into my eyes. "I wish that mouse-eared bastard would quit giving me the old clown-shoe in the spleen." But he didn't. I hurled my liver and onion lunch onto his shoes...once more, with feeling, so I could get the anchovies from my caesar salad into his shoes. Oddly, I watched from above as well, disembodied, because the bleeding sad-sack was clearly me. I was on the roof sipping from a straw, my eyes followed the straw to its end... in the radiator of a rusted-out pick-up truck's radiator. I took a long, hard pull off the straw and the pain eased. Clearly my Inner Child needed a hug and opiates and a drano martini to ease his pain. Why I had a bloody cheese-grater in my hand puzzled me and I, for there was no cheese to be grated. A cacophony of bloviated voices blaring filled the alley. Light finally broke through. But I could hardly see through my blood soaked eyes. "Focus, blink, focus, I think my spleen exploded. Spit out blood." The white-noise of voices cleared, there were little people in front of me. Little baby bodies with big bulbous heads. The voice coming from one was definitely Rush Limblower's. The next was Bill O'Vilely. Lastly, Glenn Beck, tears streaming down his misshapen face. Behind them were the thugs and behind them were even huger ominous outlines and behind them was the sound of an angry mob milling about. "Logos? Why would thugs or mobsters wear logos?" But there they were on the golf shirts of the Orca-fat thugs. GE/NBC, Time Warner/CNN, NewsCorp/Fox News, Viacom had sent their voices of doom to terrorize my inner child, while they beat me (again). I swear I saw politicians heads pop-out of their pockets. "But why was Mickey Mouse trying to make my spleen burst with his clown shoes?" "They all have stock in this, the Mega Media Moguls." The Moguls nodded to Rush and Glenn and Billo, their tiny bloated heads and bulging eyes glared at me... Their faces contorted, lips pursing into sphincters, cheeks and eyes bulging. Truly these were ass-faces. BLAH! Their lips blew-open followed by their voices, followed by poop. Their words nothing more than gibberish punctuated with feces. Through the verbal diarrhea, I was stupefied to witness the throng of dead-eyed sheople cheer in jubilation at the ass-plosion I was facing from Rush and his fellow dingleberries. Then I remembered I was being pelted with verbal diarrhea and decided to puke... again. "It's on TV everyday. It's on TV everyday. It's on TV everyday. It's just butt-butter, factually bulimic butt-butter... spewing from their faces." The sheople cheered on fangasmically as the toilet tater-tots lambasted me. My brain began to atrophy as I watched the miniature bobble-headed, ass-faced, douche-wits dry-hump their corporate masters on their way out. Then from the shadows stepped the blood soaked "muscle" of the group. "Again why would they all wear logos?" I couldn't think through the pain of the beating and drying ass-kabobs. And then a lightbulb literally appeared above my head: "Because they're above the law. They could mock the law just as they mocked the masses." They wore their logos with pride: JP Morgan Chase, AIG, CITIBANK, Goldman Sachs... I don't know how many more there were. They were all there, proud of the beating they gave my inner child. Specters whizzed by taunting me, logos glowing for all to see: Enron, Worldcom, Tyco, Adelphia and HealthSouth: Ghosts of corporate mal-feces past. I was numb. But I held on to that bloody cheese-grater for my life. For it represented the heady days of cavalier spending, paying bills and recklessly mocking the anxiety now mocking me. I sprung to upright on the couch, chest heaving, covered in sweat. I wasn't bleeding or covered in verbal diarrhea... but the rest is true. Mental note: No more naps. ********** Today, February 14th 2010, the big banks were exposed as even more evil than originally thought possible. Obviously I thought very little of them before. But today the Huffington Post broke the news that banks have been making roughly 250 million a year on disasters and charities. Refusing to lower fees to relief organizations. Profiting on human suffering... a new low. Congratulations, I now have to think-up a new emotion beyond hatred. You'd be ashamed of yourselves if you had a soul.
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