How Many Antifas Does It Take To Change A Light Bulb?

How Many Antifas Does It Take To Change A Light Bulb?


Just made these up.


How many antifas does it take to change a light bulb?

Six. One to change the bulb whether it needs it or not and five to beat up anyone who disagrees.


What do you call an antifa without a mask?

A liberal.


What do antifas call a moderate?

Fascist.


What is an antifas' idea of open mindedness?

Dating a communist.


You get the idea. Ridicule is an effective weapon. USE IT!


Sadly, Mr. Traven , the guy who made the above graphic, may have "left the scene" thus the web addy on the graphic is a dead link. I really liked his "quibcags" (Quote introduced by cute anime girl.). Have downloaded a bunch of them and intend to use them in the future.


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Elmo: Virtue Signalling Little Twit

Kids ... STAY AWAY FROM THIS GUY!

Yeah Elmo, I always knew you were an opportunistic little phony. Your little stint on CNN (Commie/Clinton News Net) impressed no one who bothers to think.


Link to old article of mine exposing the real Elmo here.


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A New Term for Trump Derangement Syndrome: Hodgkinsons' Disease

James T. Hodgkinson: Violent, useless asshole ... and liberal.

A New Term for Trump Derangement Syndrome: Hodgkinsons' Disease


Hodgkinsons' Disease

Yeah ... That's a term I'll use from now on.

Think about it.

Jus' sayin' ...


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A Gun In the House!

A Gun In the House!


Seen in a guest registry at a wedding:

"Keep a gun or two in the house.

"You will be reminded of your love and strengthen your respect for each other every time you resolve a conflict with words instead."

Never quite looked at it that way ...

Jus' sayin' ...


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HATE HAS A HOME HERE

HATE HAS A HOME HERE


Hate Has No Home Here ...

... or so the posters, signs and shirts of sanctimony say.

That's okay ... The little guy's at my place.

A long while back as a kid, I was out playing in the neighborhood and ran into him.

There he was, looking kind of sad, lonely and lost. He looked at me with those big brown eyes of his and I couldn't resist.

I bent down, petted him and gave him some of the beef jerky I had.

Long story short, he followed me home (Or so I told my parents.).

"Now Jay," Mom and Dad explained and set out the rules. "You're going to have to take care of him. Feed him, clean him and groom him. HE'S YOUR RESPONSIBILITY."

Little fella's been at my place ever since.

He's a BIG dog now. :)

Jus' sayin' ...

The wise sage, Katy Perry says: "No barriers, no borders, we all just need to co-exist."
She is so wise ...

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If Pokemon Was More Like This ...

Nurse Joy and Officer Jenny in action. Don't know who/what the critter is.

If Pokemon Was More Like This ...


Or like this:

Shoot! Id've watched the show then! Kiddee stuff ...

Jus' sayin' ...


Wikipedia article on Pokemon here.

Wikipedia article on It here. I think I'll skip the movie remake.

Pokemon Go Be Racis'! here.

Pokemon ... Uh ... Yeah here.


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Inception: A Mini Non-Review

Couldn't find a suitable Inception demotivational but
this pretty much sums up my feels for that piece of crap.

Inception: A Mini Non-Review


"Saw" only the first few minutes. All I could make out while gazing at the low light/no light, brown filtered/gelled, epileptically edited action(?) opening were semi-vague humanoid shapes, and extreme close-ups of body parts and talking heads. Something about going down a rope out of a window or off a balcony was involved ... I think.

After a few minutes, I took the disc out and threw it away. What the heck, it was only a three buck Goodwill buy so it didn't break my wallet. I'm going to miss those three dollars though ...

My new criteria for movie watching is:

If I can see better in the dark than I can see watching a movie then I'm NOT watching that flick.

Why does Hollywood do this? Why do they make flicks that are visually strenuous to watch?

They may say it's art.

They may sat it's cinematography.

They may say it's "en scene".

Horseshit! It's garbage!

At least any PC bull crap that might be in the flicks they make these days is less effective in propagandizing if they're hard to see.

Jus' sayin' ...


Why I can't watch todays' movies here.


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Fearless-ly STUPID Girl

At least those guys in Pamplona have sense enough to run.

Fearless-ly STUPID Girl


Arturo Di Modica is attempting to nullify the femi-fascist movements' co-opting of his Charging Bull sculpture. Good for him.

Mr. Di Midicas' lawyer says:

"The statue of the young girl becomes the Fearless Girl only because of the Charging Bull:

"The work is incomplete without Mr. Di Modicas' Charging Bull, and as such it constitutes a derivative work."

I myself agree. The positioning, of the figure as well as the cast and "finish" of it makes it look an attempt at making it look like it goes with the Di Modica work.

Instead of a symbol of what Mr. Di Modica intended, "The strength of America, the strength of the market." The statue was originally installed in front of the New York Stock Exchange in 1987 after the stock market crash of that year.

Now it looks like a tableau of a stupid little girl taunting a large animal and about to get pounded into the dirt and not what its plaque says about "the power of women" (They spelled it wrong! Shouldn't it be "the power of WOMYN"?).

Well I guess two can play at that game.

Hows' about a statue dubbed "Sneering SS Guard" in front of the National Holocaust Museum?

Or "Defiant KluKKer" on the sidewalk in front of Emanuel African Methodist Episcopal Church?

Maybe "Sword Swinging Jap Fanatic" near the National World War II Memorial on the mall in Washington, D.C.?

Ridiculous ...

Yes, there's nothing like "the power of WOMYN(!)" by rubbing someone elses' nose in it.

We don't do it. There's no reason the "left" should either.

Maybe the matter can be settled by just re-naming it "Stupid About To Be Gored, Flung and Stomped Into the Ground Girl".

Jus' sayin' ...

Kinda' reminds you of this, doesn't it?

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That Is One Pesky Critter!

HOLY SHIRT! ... It's a Vincent Price!

That Is One Pesky Critter!


Scary thing happened earlier this week ...

We've all had problems with varmints. Y'know, coons, possums, skunks 'n roaches.

Had a bit of a problem with a rather unique one. So unique and rarely encountered that it makes the endangered species list now and then.

I'm in my living room reading and I happened to look up and-

HOLY CRUD!

There ... Standing right next to the TV was ...

A Vincent Price!

Staring right at me ... just ... staring ... AT  ME!

Now I did a bit of reading up on this critter some years back. The Vincent Price isn't content to hide under your porch or sink. Attics and cellars have some attraction to them but they mainly like to get in your house proper and just ... Stare at you.

It's really, really, CREEEEEEEPY when they do that.

DANG!

So I call up the Humane Society and they send a couple guys down to pick it up.

They come in with this humungous, spring loaded box trap. Setting it in the center of the floor, they then baited it with a bottle of Dom Perignon '54 and a large round of brie. That nailed the sucker!

A couple hours after they took it away, I got a phone call from the Society thanking me for having helped in preserving an endangered species.

On asking what they did with the Vincent Price, I was told that it was taken to Hoover Reservoir Park where it was allowed to run free.

Gives me a feeling of the "warm 'n fuzzies" inside.

Don't believe me? Yeah ... just you wait until you find one of those scary things in your house. That'll 'larn ya I'll betcha'!

Jus' sayin' ...

Perfect examples of Vincent Price infestation here and here.

Wikipedia article on Vincent Price here.


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My Take On Last November

Hillary Clinton and John Podesta plot campaign strategy.
Photo credit: Metro Goldwyn Meyer

My Take On Last November


This diatribe is off the top 'o my head. I'm not going to use "facts 'n figures", etc.. This is only a retelling of how I experienced last Novembers' miracle.

How the heck did Trumpus Maximus win!? ... But then, how did Clinton lose?

1. From the start, Clinton had a LOT of baggage going in. Folks already had a gut full of her co-presidency of the '90s and the accompanying fireworks of which she was NOT the wide eyed innocent. Her stint as Secretary of State during the Obama regime didn't sit well with a lot of folks either. The Benghazi affair, deleted emails, "What difference does it make?"/evasiveness and doing private business on the companys' time and dime. There was no way she could get out from under such an interesting past.

The negatives Mr. Trump had ...

"GRAB 'ER BY THE PUSSY! GRAB 'ER BY THE PUSSY! EEK! EEK! EEK! EEK! HE SAID GRAB 'ER BY THE PUSSY!"

Man, if that's the worst they could come up with ...

Yeah there were other personal negatives on him, ranging from his personal life, business dealings, tax matters and his blunt manner (Actually a plus!) but they seemed trivial compared to Clintons' "trail of bodies".

The lefts' referring to him and his supporters as fascist, nazi, racist and whateveraphobes really had little effect. Such terms have now pretty much lost their meaning except "I hate you because you disagree with me". These idiots wouldn't know what fascism was (The means of production being privately owned but dictated to by the state.) if Mussolini himself kicked them in the nuts.

And they wouldn't know what racism was (The inner feeling and outward expression of support and unity with those of ones' own race.) if I bit them on the ass.

2. Clintons' communication problems didn't help her either.

A. She didn't really to like talking to people. Didn't like answering questions. Press conferences (Except toward the end.) she avoided as much as possible.

Mr. Trump LOVES to talk. Press conferences, arranged or on the spot, he'd jump right in.

Clinton would give a speech, disappear for awhile, have a rally, disappear awhile ...

Trump was all over the place! Seemingly in more than one place at a time. At least three speeches/rallies a day. He was out hustling, selling the product.

B. While both had FUCK YOU attitudes, Mr. Trump was at least saying FU to the right people such as the Democrat Party, Wall Streeters, elitists, left media, the Republican Party (This endeared him to a LOT of disaffected republicans.) and coprophages like the failed Manchurian candidate, John McCain.

Clinton, on the other hand, FUed the wrong people.

You DON'T go to the heart of coal country saying you're "going to put coal miners and coal companies out of business". What that said to a LOT of folks was she was going to keep/put them out of work. Condescendingly saying how important the environment was but you're going to have them working in "green industries" somewhere down the road (Maybe ... perhaps ... might ... If ever I get around to it ...) doesn't help either. While it certainly was a nicer way of telling all those working stiffs to go to hell, it didn't help her campaign any.

Pennsylvania and West Virginia went red as a consequence.

You don't say (In regard to Trumps' MAGA slogan.) America is already great and that's why you'll continue the policies of the previous administration. Lots of folks already had a heaping helping of that the past eight years. They weren't looking for another four plus.

You don't go calling your opponents supporters "a basket full of deplorables" (Thus giving a new slogan to the other side!). A large number of folks who were sympathetic but hesitant about Trump before, got knocked off the fence and into MAGA over that one. Backtracking and saying you only meant half of your opponents supporters came too lame and too late. Both halves and then some thought you were talking about them.

C. Using the old tried and true method of the "capitol hill shill" (Used in the past by politicos from both sides of the aisle.), Clinton speechified, seemingly more to "groups" and special interests, about how she was right and her opponent wrong using long winded diatribes and at times talking over every ones' heads.

Trumps' style was definitely atypical. He'd directly address peoples problems and made it seem like he was talking personally to working people. "YOU ... are worried about your family, the future of YOUr children. YOU're concerned about safety, national security, terrorism. YOUr job, pay check, taxes, take home, etc.".

The style was simple, direct and ... repetitive. Saying the same things over and over.

This drove both left and right nuts. Not realizing that Mr. Trump was NOT campaigning. He was advertising. Carefully listen to a typical thirty to sixty second radio/TV ad and note how many times the product/solution they're selling is mentioned by name.

I also found his hand gestures and facial expressions interesting. While folks listened with their ears, their eyes were focused on hands and face thus making it easier for the message to register in their minds. I don't know if Mr. Trump was consciously using this "hypnotism" or not but it was fascinating as well as effective.

Trump could be hypnotic whereas Clinton would bore or put people to sleep ... except when she was doing her more than excellent Margaret Hamilton impersonation ("I'll GET you my pretty ... AND YOUR LITTLE DOG TOTO TOO!").

3. Crowd sizes:

CNN (Commie News Net) and other propaganda outlets assured us that crowd size at speeches and rallies were no factor in determining the elections' outcome. They correctly cited that Mitt Romney drew larger crowds than Obama in 2012 but still lost.

Howsomever ...

Romney had nowhere near the crowd sizes that Mr. Trump had and Ms. Clintons' were nowhere near that of Obamas'.

In the interest of "fairness", PMSNBC and other alt left media would not turn the cameras around on the crowds. I had a better picture of how things were from alternate print and vid sources on the net. You know ... the "nazis" at Brietbart, the "conspiracy mongers" at Infowars, that "fascist" Drudgereport and all those You Tube "anarchists". They would turn the cameras around.

I'd never seen anything before like it! While Clinton had trouble putting butts in seats at high school auditoriums, Trump had no trouble at all getting OVERFLOW crowds at stadiums and airline hangers. Yeah ... Those huge buildings they park jumbo jets in to get serviced.

The photos of "huddled masses" in front of auditorium stages at Clinton "rallies" were sad and pathetic. Sometimes the combination of the numbers of her paid entourage and the media locusts would rival that of her supporters. The cancelled rally in Florida where Kaine, her running mate was to speak ... Only EIGHT people showed up.

Trump spoke at noon one day at the county fairgrounds in my area. They were turning people away at 10:30 AM.

All through the campaign, media mouth(y)pieces kept declaring that crowd size doesn't translate into votes.

Large numbers of people don't drive for miles/hours to hear someone speak in the full knowledge of a one in four chance they'd be turned away ... and not vote.

4. Wikileaks:

No matter who "hacked" the DNC and others the fact of the matter is that what was in those E-mails was true.

A. Collusion of the Dems and the media to pump Clinton at the expense of Trump.

Dems SHOULD be mad ... but not at Trump. The meat puppets had the rank and file absolutely convinced of Clintons' inevitability. THEY had them believing the throne had already been set up in the White House and the crown and ruby slippers all shined and ready.

So much so, some of them stayed home on election day thinking their votes weren't needed. A lot of them now are out there smashing windows and being the useless little punks they are. So how the hell does that help?

B. Manipulation of the polls:

I read articles about the pollsters oversampling of Dems in order to "weight" their results. I only consulted two polls, LA Times/USC (With its interesting criteria.) which had the two neck and neck and sometimes Rasmussen. The fact the pollsters couldn't reliably gauge the influence and number of "new voters" (Some of whom hadn't voted since the Reagan era!) also had me wondering.

C. The screwing of Bernie Sanders in the primary run:

Yes, there was a "never Trump" movement. What is less well known was the "never Hillary" faction.

Whereas the the anti-Trumpers were party "higher ups"/officials and hacks the anti-Hillary bunch were from the Dem rank and file, many pulling for Sanders.
Clintons' trust issues made many skepticle. The leaks only intensified that. When Sanders lost the nomination a large number ended up voting third party or even Trump (Who said some of the same things about Wall Street as Sanders.).

Sanders "drinking the Kool-Aid" (Jimmy Jones Party Punch!) and backing Clinton made him seem like just another shill to many who then lost faith in the Dem party.

5. The debates:

Of course the alt left "lugenpresse" said Clinton walked away with all three. Bull!

A. The first one had Trump holding his own.

B. As for the second one ...

History has shown the conservative candidate will lose the election if he does not have the support of two groups: Gun Owners and Evangelicals.

Mr. Trump had the gun owners solidly behind him long before the second debate. The National Rifle Association endorsed him BEFORE the Republican National Convention (With Romney, it wasn't until October!) and the rest weren't far behind.

The evangelicals were pretty much with Trump by then but there were still quite a few fence sitters in that quarter. Mr. Trumps' forceful stating of his positions on and Ms. Clintons' rather callous answers to the question about late term and partial birth abortion knocked them right OFF the fence and cemented that faction in the Trump camp.

The "bitter clingers" won big that November.

C. In the third debate, on being asked by Chris Wallace about the deleted E-mails from her stint as Secretary of State, she clumsily ducked the question and wouldn't answer. This didn't sit well with those watching.

6. Enthusiasm:

I've worked at the same place, a university, for the past ten years. This college is no exception when it comes to places of higher learning being hotbeds of indoctrination into the wonders and glories of leftist non-wisdom and bullshit.

The place is covered in "rainbow safe zone" stickers. So it should come as no surprise that the support for Obama was through the roof there.

In both 2008 and 2012 elections, the enthusiasm for that socialist asshole was incredible.

"OOOOOO! ... Our first black president!"

Faculty 'n fools couldn't get enough of him. Posters, get out the vote drives, rallies, etc.. Young  Democrats and other subversive on-campus organisations reserving conference rooms and lounges for meetings and watching the debates.

You get the idea.

2016 ... Nothing.

No, "OOOOOO ... Our first WOMYN president!"

The campus was pretty quiet. Sure, the odd student would make some snide comment about Mr. Trump at the lobby TV now and then and that's about it.

Shoot! Just the other day a fine upstanding "sexual non-conformist", fresh out of viewing a weekly film at the "Queer Film Fest" series in one of the auditoriums shouted a hearty FU! at Fox coverage of Mr. Trumps' recent rally in Pennsyltucky.

During the campaign there was evidence of they and Ms. Clinton being against something. But not really being FOR anything ... Except maybe the "same old, same old" of the past eight years.

Aside from a sign in the lobby on election day offering rides to polling places, I didn't see ANY activity.

I couldn't help but feel Clinton may be having trouble.

7. Last days of the campaign:

A. Whether or not Comeys' letters to Congress about additional Clinton/State Dept. E-mails influenced the election he knew he was going to be accused of supporting one candidate or the other no matter when he announced them. My guess is he decided to avoid criticism of not having announced as soon as he could instead of later. In my view he was only doing CYA and not because it was in support of Trump.

B. Clinton kept doing her comparatively sporadic speechifying (Though she did step up her frequency of press conferences.) while Mr. Trump, as usual, was continually on the hustle and getting his word out.

The weekend before election day Mr. Trump went to all the battleground states and then some. He looked like he wanted to win this one. Maybe it's just me but
Clinton hardly seemed to be mentioned much. Don't you want to win this one, lady?

C. The Wednesday before election day, it was announced the Clinton campaign cancelled the fireworks display that was to happen in the event of a Clinton victory. Did someone in her group know something we didn't?

D. Thursday before election day, a Drudge Report link led me to a You Tube presentation wherein a young lady mentioned that the Clinton campaign was withdrawing people and resources from the battleground states of Florida, North Carolina and Pennsylvania.

Was the campaign staff that confident (Arrogant?) that they didn't need to put that much effort in those important states?

It seems to have been the case considering Ms. Clintons' behavior late November Eight/early November Nine. After finding she was losing, she was in no mental shape to deliver a concession speech and did so much later that morning.

8. Election day:

I wake up, sweating bullets. Usual net reading no comfort at all.

Go in to work in the afternoon (nite shift). Nothing going to happen 'til about eight o'clock. Still sweating.

After eight, Clinton grabs an early lead. Northwest reporting in. Clinton grabs New York, pundits crow about Trump losing his home state (Leaving out the fact his "other" home state, Florida was yet to be counted.).

Of course New York went to Clinton. Fully expected that. No conservative has gotten NY in a looooong time.

About an hour later I glance at the lobby screen. Trump in a small lead that got bigger later which he maintained the rest of the night.

I go home at midnite thirty by which Mr. Trumps' lead was looking pretty good. Michigan, Pennsy and others still close.

I get on Fox streaming and Stormfront.

Yes, THAT Stormfront (Nazis! ... And KluKKers! ... And trolls! ... OH MY!)!

Seems a really hot thread in the Newslinks and Articles section was really going at it. They were practically in "chatroom" mode considering how quick the responses were coming in. Even the Trump haters were rooting for Trump!

So  ... Switching between the two, sweating out the results ...

Let's go Pennsylvania ... Trump leading ... not by much ... but ... he ... just might ...

Michigan looks even narrower. C'moooon Michigan! Go Wolverines!

Yeah, like I care. I'm supposed to be for the OSU Buckeyes but I never gave a dang about them either.

Still switching back and forth awhile. Notice some new entries on the Stormfront thread. Third to the last one:

"AP and Russian News have just declared for Trump. Wooo Hooo!"

Russian News? RT?

Going back to Fox, they're still waffling about the vote. Wallace and company commenting on the stillness of the Clinton NY headquarters and the exuberance at Trumps'. After about ten, fifteen minutes Fox finally gives it to Trump.

I never thought I'd see the day when Fox gets scooped by "Russian News".

9: Conclusion:

Keep in mind, this article is off the top'o my head. If things seem a little sketchy and inexact it's because of the time since and this is only from where I sat through the whole thing.

Right now, Mr. Trump is going through some rocky times, what with the incredible butt hurt the Dems are still going through. Along with the never-
Trumping whinos 'n RINOS like McCain, et al ...

Well ... With Republicans like these ... Who needs Democrats?

Keep in mind, Mr. Trump isn't this all powerful wizard casting spells to instantly make things better. He's only one man and the krap ain't over yet.

So let's get ready for 2018 and 2020. Volunteer, get involved and VOTE!

Jus' sayin ...


Note: My apologies to Margaret Hamilton (The 'Wicked Witch of the West" in The Wizard of Oz. MGM, 1939.) for use of the title photo. She was a GREAT actress!


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If Only They Practiced What They Preach

So why are you assholes still here? 

If Only They Practiced What They Preach


These cowards NEVER do!

DO IT NOW!

Jus'  sayin' ...


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White Privilege!? ... Where Can I Get Some!?

White Privilege!? ... Where Can I Get Some!?


White privilege (or white skin privilege) - A term for societal privileges that benefit people identified as white in Western countries, beyond what is commonly experienced by non-white people under the same social, political, or economic circumstances.

Yeah ... RIIIIIGHT!

Y'know ... I've been looking around for some a' thet there what privilege m'self. For years in fact. Haven't found it yet. I thought it might've been in the white supremacist movement some years back but thought wrong. Still looking.

Maybe I should ask the ones complaining about it. You know, those poor persecuted minority types who have it so bad here they plan to stay? They talk so much and so certain about white privilege maybe they know where I could find it.

I mean, I WANT that bigger paycheck, the expense account, the trust fund, a better apartment and new car every year.

The membership card, decoder ring and the secret handshake would come in handy too!

 SIGN ME UP! I wanna' join. What papers do I have to mark? Do I get a certificate to hang on the wall?

And I sure could use that latent power lying just under the surface the media keeps hinting at  ... You know ... That vast nazi conspiracy that's always about to strike at any moment and bring on the Fourth Reich. I'd use it ... IMMEDIATELY ...

 Or I could just settle for a Death Note.

Jus' sayin' ...

The link to the web site run by those two strange guys where I got the above graphic here.

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Stuff I Got This Week

Stuff I Got This Week


Decided to spend Monday touring the Half Price Books outlets around Columbus and picked up a few things. Thought I'd tell y'all what I got with a little political commentary at the end.

1. Empire of Corpses - Total disappointment. A "steampunk" anime film about "necrotechnology" used to reanimate the dead and putting them to work. A young scientist on his quest for Victor Frankensteins' notes in the hopes of restoring souls to the dead.

Too many "zombies".

Two "deus ex machinas" show up with the "power" to stop the undead in their tracks with no explanation of how they came across such an ability.

Too many "zombies".

Great artwork and animation (In some parts.) but not much of a story. Turns out it all leads up to a plot to zombify the whole of humankind in order to relieve us of yearning, loneliness and hate. Buncha' crap!

Too many "zombies".

And, oh yes ... Too many frickin' "zombies".

2. Operation Chromite - A telling of South Korean operatives trying to get info on the mine layout of Inchon harbor in order to pave the way for General MacArthurs' famous back door invasion.

Was getting into it until the action scenes started. Choppy, epileptic, headache inducing editing of split second closeups and tight shots but no actual "scene".

Might as well take a bunch of still pictures and riffle them in front of the camera lense. Stopped watching partway through.

3. Experiment In Terror - A film that scared the crap out of me when I was a kid and still darn effective. Ross Martin stars as an asthmatic killer who terrorizes Lee Remick into sneaking a hundred grand out of the bank she works at.

Martin was so good in the role he got little work for quite a while until he landed the role of Artemus Gordon in The Wild Wild West TV series several years later.

4. Casanovas' Big Night - Hilarious Bob Hope classics wherein he plays a tailor forced to impersonate the worlds' greatest lover.

5. Night Breed - Young man framed for murder escapes into "another world" populated with partially and non-human freaks and monsters. Not a bad little horror flick.

6. To Catch a Thief - Cary Grant and Princess Grace in a suspense caper by Alfred Hatchplot. Grant plays a famous retired cat burglar being framed for a series of crimes bearing his trademarks. A bit disappointing as there's really not much suspense and tension. Gave this to a friend.

7. White Tiger - A white Panzer 6 (The "infamous" Tiger Tank of WW2 fame.) is becoming an ominous legend among Soviet tankers heading for Berlin. Seems the title vehicle is unstoppable and invincible as it ruthlessly eliminates one T-34 after another with its' fantastic rate of fire. A "mystical" survivor of a previous encounter is recruited to hunt down and destroy the phantom vehicle with a modified T-34.

Lotsa' T-34 fun footage of the many vehicles tearing up the landscape that makes up for what would be an otherwise lame movie. The title vehicle seems to be a tricked up T-34 as the turret is too far forward for it to be a Tiger. I guess one could suspend disbelief a bit and pretend it's a Porsche Tiger.

By the way, it's okay to like the Russians now in spite of what the coprophages and catamites of the Democrat party say. WW2 and the "Cold War" are long over and they did dump the socialist bullshit much beloved by our own homegrown reds composing the Dem party.

If what the damn Dems say is true (No proof of it though.), the Russians did help us out last November. It's not so much that the "Rooskies" leaked anything that's got the left so mad as much as it is that what was leaked in those e-mails is true.

How anyone can trust the Dem party anymore is beyond me.

Liberalism only makes sense if one thinks of it as a form of mental illness.

Jus' sayin' ...


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Stumbling On Living With Hipstergirl and Gamergirl

Go figure ...

Stumbling On Living With Hipstergirl and Gamergirl


Stumbled onto this net surfing. Have only partially read his material so far and I've found it to be DANG funny.

It's about a "poor" shlug named Artur rooming with a couple of hot babes (Erika and Sophie, the title characters.) and his experiences with their titled quirkiness.

Not quite sure where this guys' politics are at but he seems to be something of the Libertarian bent. LOTS of gaming, anime/cartoon refs.

Warning: So far nothing really "prurient" on this site though a little nudity in some parts.

A commentary on Obamacare? Or perhaps on the system in Jagos' own country.
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Pranking Taniguch: A Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya Fan Fiction Story for Valentines Day

"Kyon m'man ... When you got it, YOU GOT IT!"

In Japan, it's the guys getting the candy on Valentines day. Taniguchi gets a LOT more than Kyon or anyone else expected!


Pranking Taniguchi: A Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya Fan Fiction Story for Valentines Day

by

Tammy Sue

and

C V Ford

xxxxx

Tammy Sue is a co-worker who gave me the idea for this story. The credit is as much hers as mine if not more so.

xxxxx

Valentines' Day.

Sigh.

Yet, no doubt, to be just another day of disappointment. Not that I may have expected any candy in my shoe locker though it would have been nice. No, not with the not so latent jealousy of a one Ms. Haruhi Suzumiya hanging over my and everyone elses' heads. The almost rewrite of the universe some time ago would have me dreading finding some chocolate along with my school shoes.

And there was no way any would be coming from the ultra self centered Haruhi ... maybe.

So it was with some relief I found only my footwear occupying the space.

"All ... right!"

Looking over, I found a very enthused Taniguchi reaching into his locker and pulling out three (!?) boxes.

"Kyon m' man," said he turning to me, "It was as I thought."

Thought? Yeah, when it comes to women, Taniguchi's a legend in his own mind.

Or so I thought 'til now.

"Impressive," trying not to sound too surprised or envious. "Who're they from?"

"Funny ... ," looking over the boxes and examining the cards, "... nothing signed. Only a note on two of 'em saying I should enjoy."

He holding (Waving!) the three boxes, I noticed two were gaily wrapped in various shades of pink metallic and one being a rather plain looking anemic kind of the same color ... the one without a note.

"Some mysteries here," smiled Taniguchi. "Probably too shy to say and maybe they want me to figure them out.

"Well, Kyon ... ," in proud declaration, " ... When you got it ... YOU GOT IT! ... Know what 'uh mean?"

Usually at times like this with my over blown friend, I give myself a mental "Yeah ... Riiiight!" But corroborating evidence in the form of ... THREE boxes?

"I gotta' admit friend ... ," again trying not to sound too green with envy and failing, "you may have actually hit on it ... for once-"

"Kyon 'ol buddy ... I ALWAYS hit on it!"

My then "riiight!" to myself just then a bit subdued as we made our way to homeroom. I always knew even a blind hog gets a truffle or acorn or whatever every now and then but ... Damn!

THREE?

And Taniguchi at that! If ever a blind hog there was, it was he.

Either fallout from a minor cosmic dissonance somewhere in the universe or Haruhi must have had some kind of quirky non-dream last night. And Nagatos' slowly emerging personality wouldn't yet allow for such an advanced form of sense of humor ... could it?

The mystery deepened after arrival in home room. Taniguchis' crowing about his good fortune and his seemingly non-existent animal magnetism had everyone glancing now and then his way.

Three people in particular.

The two girls, Onoki, in the middle of the front row and Sakanaka in the back.

Both staring knives at him! Then there was ... Kunikida?

He had this wry, self satisfied grin on his face. Like he pulled something over on someone. That someone I was sure was the then boastful and oblivious Taniguchi.

Somewhat relieved at the possibility that some disturbance in the force might not be in play, I settled into my routine of homeroom and enduring the not so endearing attentions of Haruhi.

Math, history and science periods, with Haruhi to me and Taniguchi to everyone else audibly punctuating between, otherwise passed uneventfully.

Finishing lunch early, I took to wandering the halls to give me a respite between Goddess Whackjobs' non-musings about any and everything and the seemingly not so would-be Romeos' non-stop verbal "victory dance".

Going by the main entrance after almost an hours' wandering, I noticed Kunikida looking out the front, an anxious expression seeming to indicate indecision of some kind. Like he was debating wether or not to leave early.

"Oh ... Kyon! ... Gotta' minute?"

"Sure. I figured you might have something on your mind."

"How's that?"

"First, the day starts off weird with Taniguchis' incredible luck. Then I notice every ones' reaction to it in homeroom especially regarding Onoki and Sakanaka ... and," pointing to him, "... you.

"Gonna' tell me about it?"

"Mmnn ... yeah ... About that. Uh ... How could you tell?"

"It's pretty obvious Kunikida." I began. "Every ones' attention on Taniguchi especially you and the two girls. They didn't look too happy and ... YOU ... looking like a cat that ate two canaries and about to scarf down a pigeon. At least 'til now."

"Errrrr ..."

"So?"

"So ... what?"

"Go ahead."

"Ummm ... ," Kunikida started up, "y'know Taniguchis' always going on about how great he is with girls ... "

"And his letter grading system, keep going."

"Well ... It kinda' gets to ya' after awhile."

"Its been getting to us (ME!) ever since we started classes here."

"So I thought I'd set him up in a ... creative? ... sort of way."

"From the looks of it," me speculating, "you had some others in on it."

"Nnnmmm ... Yeah ... and no."

"How's that?"

"Multiplier effect."

!?

"Where you get others in on the joke without their realizing they're being manipulated too," he explained. "Usually other people you're not particularly fond of either."

"In this case, Sakanaka and Onoki," I completed. "Setting the wolves on each other so to speak."

"Yeah ... "

It wasn't that the two girls disliked Kunikida outright but "guilt by association" with Taniguchi had him as a "marked man" in their eyes and looked down on him accordingly. This of course not sitting well with him at all.

"So what exactly is the joke and how does this 'mystery chocolate' come into play?"

"Well I ... kind of let it slip to them that Taniguchis' diabetic."

"And of course, as we both know, he isn't.

"So let me guess," I went on. "He being the obnoxious romantic is supposed to get the 'hint' from secret non-admirers to 'go die', is that it?"

"MMMnnnn ... yeah."

"And the girls, seeing instead Taniguchi happy as a dozen clams and actually enjoying the candy are at first puzzled then dismayed over their bad wishes backfiring on them," me concluding, "and of course our friend being even louder and more full of himself than usual thus being more of an irritant than before."

"Exactly!"

"But there was a flaw in your plan ... A flaw that now has you wondering wether or not you should be leaving early."

"I'm in trouble Kyon ... I now have at least four girls ticked off at me and for all I know, Taniguchi looking for me too!"

"Four? I thought it was only Onoki and Sakanaka."

"I told several others about him being diabetic. As far as I know, Naruzaki and Saeki are the only other two who did home made candy. There could be others. They just didn't get theirs to his shoe locker yet. They were gonna' space it out over the day."

"The ole' Chinese water torture thing. Too bad you didn't think this thing all the way through. Did it ever occur to you the girls would get a little on the perturbed side with you?"

"I thought maybe they'd take it in good humor ... Guess not-"

"There he is!"

"You guessed right," me noting five (!) rather irate young ladies (And one not so hostile looking one. In fact she looked more 'concerned' if anything.) advancing on our position. "Looks like your decisions' been made for you."

"See ya' tomorrow Kyon," Kunikida making a hasty turn for the main doors, " ... maybe-"

"Kunikida! ...  LITTLE BUDDY!" A malevolently smiling Taniguchi between the would-be prankster and escape.

In my efforts to shield Kunikida from immediate violence, they were upon us in seconds, both our backs to the lockers.

"C'mon Kyon ol' buddy," harangued Taniguchi. "Don't tell me you're in on this too!"

"Don't shield him!" Sakanaka in protest.

"Why you protecting him!?" Suzuki the newcomer also in vigorous protest.

"He's gotta' pay!" Saeki

"He's GONNA' pay!" Onoki

" ... " The quiet one ... holding what looked to be a gaily wrapped box.

"Hold it guys," I proceeded to explain. "I'm not in on it. Just found out myself. He was about to leave when-"

"And thanks for holding him up for us, Kyon," Taninguchi turned to Kunikida. "YOU ... Think you have some explaining to do but I'll forego that instead for some-"

"Yeah!" Girl gang of five in unison.

"Give 'im one or ten for me Taniguchi!" Saeki.

"Me too!" Onoki

"Me three!" Naruzaki

"Yeah!" Suzuki

"I'll give 'im myself!" Sakanaka. "And it'll be more than ten!"

" ... !" The quiet one.

Stepping in front of my former middle school chum, I went to his "defense" ... sort of.

"Before you start pounding on him-"

"Way overdue!" Unison chorus.

"-I think I have a more satisfying and interesting way of retribution."

"Kyooo-ooon!"

"Take it easy Kunikida. I'm trying to make their divine punishment less painful."

"How can-!"

"Okay ... ," I taking control, " ... You threw something in to 'sweeten the deal', right?"

"How do you mean, Kyon?"

Turning from Kunikida I faced Taniguchi.

"You still have the boxes of candy don't you?"

"Sure."

"Go get 'em."

The novice Lothario quickly fetched them from his shoe locker and set them on the floor where indicated.

Picking up the plain pink wrapped box (And, I noticed happily, still unopened.) I turned back to Kunikida.

"I take it this one's yours?"

"Uh ... yeah ... How'd you guess?"

"You're not exactly the worlds' greatest fashion designer ... or expert on gracious living for that matter."

"Gee!" Taniguchi with sarcastically peppered, eyebrow raised smile/frown. "Not only didn't I know you cared but I had no idea you swung that way."

"I ... don't ... ," the 'pure boy' looking down, red faced to the accompaniment of several now giggling girls.

"No Taniguchi," I explaining and raising the box of candy, "you don't do a thing for him but I'm sure there's something in here that would do something TO you."

"What!?" Taniguchi glared at his 'former' friend. "You trying to poison me?"

"Uh ... no ... I-"

"More like trying to leave a bad taste in your mouth," me interrupting.

Taniguchi glared at Kunikida. "What's in the candy ... soap?"

"Actually," the diminutive one stareing at the floor. "I got a heavy laxative from the pharmacy and baked it in."

"EEEEEWWWWW!" Even the quiet one joined in chorus.

"You ... little ... I oughta'."

"Wait friend," again stepping between. " It's only a joke after all."

"Only a joke! After all the embarrassment-"

"Yeah!" Onoki

"He had us all taken in!" Saeki

" ... " Quiet girl

Shouts and protests from the others.

"I mean," smiling and laughing, "if I had known about this, I'd have helped him out a bit and made it so none of you found out!"

The girls WHAT! chorus echoed off the hall walls, Taniguchis' frown deepened.

"Kyon ol' buddy," my friends' hand heavy on my shoulder. "With friends like you, I certainly DON'T need enemas."

"Speaking of which ... ," turning to Kunikida and shoving the candy box at him, " ... Help yourself."

"Wait ... Kyon! ... ," an aghast Kunikida, " ... You don't mean-"

"Hey!" I would-be moderator gesturing toward a ticked off 'friend' and a pack of irate (And one not so irate.) girls. "It's either that or a gang pummeling I won't be able to stop ... enjoy!"

"Eat! ... Eat! ... Eat! ... EAT! ... "

Enthusiastic chanting, stomping and clapping in progress, Kunikida could only proceed.

"E-erm! ... "

Turning I saw the quiet, spectacled (AND ponytailed!) girl hurriedly bowing to Taniguchi shoving her aforementioned candy box at him.

"P- ... Please ... ," pointing to the envelope taped to the box. "R-read this first!"

She quickly turned, half running.

" ... AND NOTHINGS' WRONG WITH THE CANDY!"

"Wait a sec' ... Yura!" Saeki called after her and pointing to Taniguchi. "You don't mean you're-"

"YES! ... I Am!" A really blushing young lady declared skittering off in the direction of North Highs' interior.

"She sits behind you in class, right?" I asked. "And all this time-"

"Uh ... Yeah ... ," a now subdued Taniguchi holding and thoughtfully examining the RED wrapped container. "She does."

Tucking the box under an arm, the now not so full of himself young man pulled the note out of the envelope and read.

"OOO! ... What's it say!?" Sakanaka

"Tell us!" Onoki

"I wanna' know!" Naruzaki

"I can't believe she'd-" Saeki

"It's just not-" Suzuki

Looking up, Taniguchi carefully slipped the paper back in the envelope. Slowly pocketing it, he scanned his now attentive audience.

"I ... Have to ... talk to her."

Then turning to Kunikida.

"You don't have to go through with that." Indicating the 'loaded' chocolates.
Kunikida already had two. Punishment enough I guess.

Taniguchi gave the assembly another scan then did a sincere, deep bow.

"Excuse me."

The group watched, the young man fast walking in the direction Yura had previously taken, disbelieving looks on all. It looks as if my friend has something to do on White Day. (1)

"Hmmph! ... , " Suzuki, fists on hips, grimace on face. "You just can't account for peoples' taste in men!"

"Well ... ," me hoping to end the peaceful conclusion Taniguchi started. "... you know what they say about blind hogs 'n truffles- "

The five girl chorus sang out:

"Yeah! ... RIIIIIIIGHT!"

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"So," seating myself back in homeroom and turning, "enjoy the show?"

"I thought you handled that well ... considering."

Arms crossed, my personal piranha scanning me in her usual wry appraisal.

"I noticed you, Yuki, Tsuruya and Mikuru up on the second floor balcony."

"I was out on my usual lunchtime patrol with Yuki when I noticed the commotion below. Mikuru and Tsuruya-chan just happened along."

Uncrossing her arms, Haruhi rested her face on her left fist.

I followed her glance across the room to where Taniguchi and Yura quietly conversed.

"I can't imagine HIM ... getting together with ANYONE. This just isn't right!"

I was about to remind her that she was Taniguchis' girlfriend in middle school (For all of five minutes!) but thought the better of it. After all, she didn't know I knew that and ... well ... Best let things lie. ESPECIALLY with Haruhi.

"Oh!" She exclaimed, reaching in, withdrawing something from her desk.

"Here!"

I hefted the box knowing full well what was within.

"And don't get the wrong idea! Just didn't want you feeling left out is all. As supreme leader of the SOS Brigade, it's my sworn duty and responsibility to see my minions happy ... Just don't get too happy."

Looks I too have something to do come White Day. From the size, weight and wrapping this didn't look like obligatory/giri. (2)

I was about to thank her (Not too profusely!) when-

"Alright ... Todays Litt class is about to start." Teacher announcing, everyone standing to bow.

"Uh ... ," Kunikida looking rather pleading, holding his abdomen. "Nagumo-sensei ... I ... uh ... have to-"

"Go ahead." Nagumo-sensei being sympathetic.

The teacher then wondering about the chorus of giggles following after
Kunikidas' journey to the facilities.

END

Storyline (only) copyright © 2-2-2017 C V Ford

1. White day is March 14 wherein the guys receiving gifts/candy on Valentines reciprocate in kind.

2. Honmei chocolate is for one you have feelings for. Obligatory or courtesy chocolate is for friends, colleagues, co-workers, etc.

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Stupid Old Liberal

My favorite Twilight Zone episode. Rod, we miss you!

Stupid Old Liberal


So I'm in the main lobby of the Student Union of the college I work at when I notice a newscast with Trumpus Maximus giving an impromptu news conference aboard Air Force One. Melania in the foreground keeping America beautiful.

When the prez was questioned about General Flynn talking to the Russians about sanction easement some time ago, Mr. Trump replied he didn't know about it but would look into it and "get back with you later".

Out of a nearby restroom, a tall, elderly "gentleman" (I'd seen him floating around campus before, off and on.) staggers up and says:

"What's our CRAZY president doing now?"

"Oh joy! Oh rapture!" I think. "A libtard. An old deteriorating one at that."

I give a quick explanation concluding with the presidents' reply about "I don't know".

"He says he doesn't know!?" With a faux superior look on his cadaverous visage.

A lot of folks have this notion that if you reply with an "I don't know" that somehow you're an idiot and this jerk seemed happy about Mr. Trump being an "idiot".

"That's what I like about Mr. Trump. He'd sooner give an honest answer. That's how Jesse Ventura got to be governor of Wisconson. If he didn't know the answer to a question he would honestly say he didn't know unlike some politicians going off into a 'stump speech" about concern about the issue, your concern about it and how everybody needs to be concerned, etc. and so on. Instead he'd give an 'I don't know'. The voters loved it and elected him."

"I guess that means Trump's gonna' be giving a lot of 'I don't knows' in the future!" Spider infested grin on the litchs' countenance.

"As long as they're honest 'I don't knows'."

Mouth hanging open, the ghoul stares at me cross eyed with a WTF look on his mug then turns and shuffles away.

No fool like an old fool. That goes double if the geriatric punk is a liberal.

Stupid old liberal.

Jus' sayin' ...

The first graphic in this article brings back fond memories of viewing the Nightmare At 20,000 Feet episode of The Twilight Zone. Link here.

Link to that web site run by a couple of weird guys where I got the above graphics for this article here.

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Pony Up ... Slut!

Pony up ... SLUT!


Looks like ol' El Donaldo pulled the plug on the funding of other peoples' abortions in foreign lands by restoring the Mexico City policy. GOOD.

Now ... On to Planned Parenthood.

I'm not going to go into a tirade about abortion being murder and the immorality of it all. I'm not going to mention that it wouldn't matter anyway since you selfish little jerks never gave a damn about anyone or anything other than yourselves and the expedient of getting your rocks off for the sake of the moment.

Why ... I'm not even going to mention abortions' "silver lining" of your cutting your lineage short and extincting your genetic treasure thus fewer of you defectives plaguing me in the future.

No ... I'm not going to mention ANY of those things.

Aren't you glad I didn't?

No, I'll rant a little about something else.

You lovers of "freedom and dignity" love to say "Hands off my body". You go on about "reproductive rights" and "womyns' rights of access to healthcare" ad nauseam. How you love to go on and on about rights and not even giving a damn about the rights of others.

No, I'm not talking about the rights of the unborn. As far as you're concerned they haven't any and ... just for the sake of argument ... I'm going to agree.

So it is just a "blob" of tissue. An inconvenience. At best, a parasite.

Or ...

"If it's born think of the low 'quality of life' such a child will have."

Yeah ... Like you really gave a damn about that at the time you couldn't keep your knees closed and your legs together ...

"OOO!" You squeal. "What about the cases of rape!?"

I could go into about "two wrongs don't make a right" etc. but I won't (Oopsey!).

Hey! You libtards have been saying all along that ALL sex (Except gay/lesbian sex maybe. Then it's just wonderful!) is rape and all men are pigs thus absolving yourselves of any responsibility.

In case you haven't "gotten it" yet I'll spell it out for yas'.

I really don't give a damn about your pre-fab non-arguments.

What I do give a damn about:

You like to say, "Keep your hands off my body!" in regard to your so-called "right" to an abortion.

Well I say, "Keep your freakin' hands off my wallet!".

Mr. Trumps' cutting off American taxpayers money for OTHER peoples' womb scraping in foreign lands is a start.

Planned Parenthood is a PRIVATE (That is, non-government.) organisation with a combined annual revenue of about 1.3 BILLION dollars. Over a third of that comes from the U.S. taxpayer.

Some of that money is mine ... and shouldn't be.

It would be better spent on exterminating theological defectives such as ISIS/ISIL/ASSHOLE scumbags and other terrorist garbage.

Don't give me that crap and display of phony concern about those who can't afford abortions. There are things I would like to have but can't afford right now. You don't find me demanding someone pay for me getting a new car, etc..

No ... That's not different. Planned Parenthood is "goods 'n services" like any other business or non-profit organisation. You pays your (And I mean YOUR!) money and takes your choice.

If government (TAXPAYERS) funding was cut off would that mean the end of Planned Parenthood?

No.

It would mean that MY (And others.) money wouldn't go to it.

It would mean that YOU (And other ideological cripples such as yourself.) would have to contribute. It would mean YOU would have to stop being the phony altruist you are and actually have to dig into YOUR own pockets and pony up.

And by all means, DO SO! The fewer of you jerks in my future, the better I like it!

And keep in mind, the pharmacies will still be open for business selling birth control goodies and doctors will still be issuing prescriptions YOU are supposed to be using (AND paying for!) but don't.

So pony up SLUT!

And that goes DOUBLE for you jerks getting these broads preggers. You ARE half the problem after all.

Jus' sayin' ...


Daily Signal (Fascist, misogynist, EVIL! alternative news source.) article on restoring the Mexico City policy here.


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Fare Well ... NOT!

Pretty much says it all ...

Fare Well ... NOT!


It's OVER!

After eight years of "sucking it up" and taking it (From chicken Republicans as well as Commun- ... er ... Democrats.) we'll now see wether or not our favorite maverick can urge some steel in our politicians spines and set things right.

I'll let this articles' illustrations "do the talkin' ".

No where to go but ... UP!

As for the departing exec, I hope the door DOES hit him in the posterior on the way out!

Jus' sayin' ...


The Young Turds ... Turks election night meltdown here.

Quicker summary of the above here.


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NUKE THAT SUCKER!

Nasty little b-----d!

NUKE THAT SUCKER!


Am just getting over the flu. Three to four days of hi-temp hi-jinks to be followed by up to two weeks of congestion phlegm-fest.

Usually I get whatever bug is out there long after everyone else around springtime. Came early this year.

I'm sure El Donaldo has some kind plan for combating the flu and I have a suggestion:

Find whatever fetid swamp in Asia these dang bugs breed in and NUKE THAT SUCKER!

I'm absolutely sure it's the same vile backwater that bred the Black Plague, Spanish Flu, AIDS, Ebola, Islam, the present bad state of anime and Strawberry Rash. It's probably somewhere in the wilds of China, Xinjiang maybe, and I'm sure the Chinese are in the hopes of using it for developing bio weapons of one sort or another.

Of course one must be careful when targeting that breeding ground. Dire consequences in the form of "super bugs", mutations, flesh eating zombies and rapture bunnies could result. I've seen enough bad movies to know and that's what makes me an expert on such things.

Stay well guys.

Jus' sayin' ...


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The Way Things Probably Are

The Way Things Probably Are


The following is an excerpt from the anime film Patlabor 2 the Movie, wherein one of the protagonists has a conversation with a Japanese Self Defense Force spook.

I felt this excerpt to be relevant, not only for Japan but for the whole world,  especially in light of the fact that this film was released in 1993.

In it, a "blame game" between various agencies of the Japanese government and military is started by a staged incident (Possibly by the U.S..) leading to an attempted coup de 'etat.

Even if one doesn't like anime, students of history and politics may find this flick an interesting watch. After all, it was made at a time when anime wasn't chiefly lolita and lesbo tropes saving the world.

The only "embellishment" I've done is at the end: Changing him to Him meaning God and not the master criminal the protagonists are after.

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Arakawa: ... Have you ever thought about what it is exactly we are supposed to be safeguarding? ...

It's been fifty years since the last war ... and both of us have lived our lives without being touched by war ...

Peace ... This peace that we're supposed to be protecting ... What do we actually mean by peace in this country and in this city?

... The total war we fought and loss we suffered at its' hands ... the U.S. militarys' occupation and their policies ... and until recently the Cold War involving nuclear deterrents and proxy wars around the globe ... Even today half the world is engaged in civil war, ethnic clashes, armed conflicts ... These countless wars are what made up and sustained our economic prosperity.

It's bloodstained. That's the true nature of our peace. It's an unscrupulous peace based on fear of war. An unjust peace where we look away from foriegn wars in which others pay the price for our peace.


Goto: It may be a peace that reeks of gun powder but it's still our job to protect it. I'd much more settle for an unjust peace over a 'just war'


Arakawa: I can understand that you would loathe 'just wars' ... Proponents of just wars have mostly been scoundrels. History is filled to the brim with people who were taken in by them and then taken advantage of ...

But you also know this ... The line that separates a just war from an unjust peace isn't a very clear one ... Ever since hypocrites have made peace their 'just cause' ... we have lost faith in that peace.

Just as war brings about peace ... peace brings about war.

A peace that is empty and lacks substance will eventually be filled in by an actual state of war. Has that thought ever crossed your mind?

We reap the benefits of war but distance ourselves from it with a television screen ... forgetting that we're still in the same battleground ...

No ... We only pretend to forget ... Such denial invites great punishment in the end.


Goto: Punishment? Who's going to punish us? ... God?


Arakawa: In this city everyone is like a god. You don't have to move an inch to see images far removed or to touch things that aren't there and access other realities that are there ... It's just that these gods don't do anything ... If the gods won't do it ... then the people will.

Sooner or later we'll find out ... that is if we can't catch up to Him in time ...

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Shinobu Nagumo fires off her criticism while being interrogated by government
stooges and flunkies just before the fit hits the shan in Patlabor 2 the Movie.

Check out the other two Patlabor movies as well.


Wikipedia article on Patlabor 2 the Movie here.

U.K. dub on the above here. Heavier on the U.S..

Original Japanese dub with subtitles and Bandai/U.S. dub here. The Bandai/U.S. dub (From which the above was taken.) is closer to the subtitled version.

Eisenhowers' warning of the "military/industrial complex" from his farewell address here.

Eisenhowers' full farewell address here.



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