Memorial Day
Today is Memorial Day in the States. It is, of course, an insignificant event in this rundown mud country I live in. But as one of the few non-America hating foreigners, I wish to express my gratitude. Thanks for nuking the shit out of the Japs and saving my grandmother from being a whore and my granddad from working to death building railroads.
It's a little sad that people only remembers the sacrifice through product of Hollywood and videogames. However, the supreme act of badassery is preserved in digital form, no matter how miniscule, or political corrected. I'm going home and watch Saving Private Ryan and Full Metal jacket back to back.
Drugshacks of Liberal Dickweeds
If you're ever in need of some conservative opinion on Kingdom of Heaven, then check the links:
http://www.libertyfilmfestival.com/libertas/index.php?p=320
http://www.americanthinker.com/articles.php?article_id=4467
http://astuteblogger.blogspot.com/2005/05/ridley-scott-truth-about-crusades.html
http://beautifulatrocities.com/archives/2005/04/whitewash_the_c.html
Excerpts from BeautifulAtrocities:
Via LGF, we learn that the Council on American-Islamic Relations (CAIR) has given its seal of approval to Ridley Scott's new Crusader epic, Kingdom of Heaven. Unindicted spokesman for CAIR: "Muslims are shown as dignified & proud people whose lives are based on ethics & morality." Who is CAIR?
Founded 1994 by former officials of Islamic Association for Palestine, Hamas front group. Exec. Director Nihad Awad declared himself Hamas supporter in 1994. Cofounder Omas Ahmad praised suicide bombers & said "Islam isn't in America to be equal to any other faiths, but to become dominant."
CAIR advisory board member Siraj Wahhaj: named as coconspirator in plot to blow up NY landmarks. At large
CAIR fundraiser Radih Haddad: co-founder of Global Relief Foundation, shut down by US on terror charges. Deported
Community relations director Bassem Khafagi: pled guilty on immigration & bank-fraud charges. Deported.
Randall Todd Royer, communications specialist at CAIR HQ: pled guilty to belonging to terrorist group & illegally acquiring firearms & explosives for terrorist missions. Sentenced to 20 years
Ghassen Elashi, founding member of Texas chapter: convicted of conspiracy & money-laundering in connection with shipment of high-technology items to Syria & Libya; recently convicted of sending money to Hamas leader Mousa Harbook
You know the show would be badass when it's endorsed by terrorist group themselves.
When eating is outlawed, only outlaws will eat
PETA Gets to Your Kids
Radical animal-rights activists may be the last people you'd think would be planning school lessons for your children. Well, think again.
Kids who hurt animals may be on a dangerous path that will only get worse if it is not corrected. Psychiatrists, FBI profilers and law enforcement officials have repeatedly documented that kids who abuse animals rarely stop there," TeachKind warns. Its fact sheet, entitled "Animal Abuse and Human Abuse: Partners in Crime," points out that "violent acts toward animals have long been recognized as indicators of a dangerous psychopathy that does not confine itself to animals," and goes on to detail how many notorious school shooters, including Columbine's Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold, were known to mutilate animals prior to their attacks on humans.
You know what? Those madcap senators and soccer moms ranting and raving against GTA make much more fucking sense in a relative way.
While there's no question that the small number of children who torture animals are quite disturbed and that all children should be taught how wrong such behavior is, it's quite another matter for PETA to capitalize on this issue as an opportunity to indoctrinate children with PETA's own radical, catch-all definition of what constitutes "animal cruelty." And that's precisely what PETA is doing through TeachKind.
As its Web site prominently touts the animal cruelty-psychopathy connection with quotes from FBI criminalists and others, a closer inspection reveals that the bulk of TeachKind's educational efforts are actually crafted so as to make children believe that everyday behaviors, such as eating a diet that contains meat or animal products, are unmistakably, unequivocally acts of animal cruelty.
I can accept that the rank and file member of PETA are zealots and mindless zombies. They get bullshitted into this whole business of anti meat extremism like someone who is lost and would accept any dark gods that came along. But lets face it, the upper echelon of PETA couldn't be all raving psychos out to destroy all meat eaters and turn the world into some pseudo Disney craptastic world with singing and dancing animals. There must be a corporate agenda to it, there must be. So, what is it? Tofu foodstuff taking over the world?
Feelin' like committing atrocities
There are many things I hate. And I believe I could kill every single fucking pandas in China for every single little thing I hate. Right now, I'm directing hundred percent of my potent hate on this canto pop with a really retarded title, "Chihuahua", and the woman blasting the song at least once every hour or so, next to me.
I don't claim to be an expert on chinese music industries. But if the current trend is of any indication, then it is still in its infantile stage, very much similar to the time when Spice Girls was the shiat ten years ago. Only worse. Combo'ed with the unexplainable tendency of the Japs to throw in random English phrase with even more repulsive frequency -- it is the renaisance of horrible chinese pop that is more pulp than music.
I desperately need to skin some puppies now.
Nothing to redeem
You see, when I lift my arse to the water cooler and hang out with the guys there - I expect response when I open my unwashed mouth and say:
"I touched a girl yesterday."
And those guys looked me in the eye with a curious glance before laughing to themselves.
"You need that Puppy. You've been like, missing out on the whole human relationship thing now, buddy. Even though I believed you paid for it," they said, not grasping the gravity of the situation.
"And a haircut too. Man, I can see grasses coming out of your nose. When was the last time you went to the saloon?"
I shrugged off the question with the finesse of a veteran politician assaulted with pie and sex scandal accusations.
"She is a child." My statement dropped like a farking A-bomb on them. My sin heavy words irradiated their very souls.
I finished my drink and crushed the paper cone.
"Oh, I didn't know you had a daughter. I'm not saying you're not capable of having one, old pal. It's just rather hard to imagine you're married and all," the short, spectacled one tried to diffuse the situation. The rest looked on with mild disbelieve. Mild.
"She is not my child." I left no doubt in my statement. If I had to clarify things further, I might have to strangle someone and throw him from the fifteenth.
"It's alright, Pup. In fact it's rather pleasing to know you have hobbies like everyone else does besides playing videogames in a bat cave every night." Bob from accountant gave me a goofy grin as he slapped me on the back.
"Hobbies?" I snarled.
"Duh, like sports, drinking, women, or some nerdy shit which I believe you should be well acquainted with, like building robots model kits..." Bob explained.
"I know what hobbies are." No one patronise me and get away with less than a dead dog stapled in their face..
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Disclaimer: No underaged girls are harmed in this production. This is a freakin fiction.
This is written in reaction to this:The Pedo Industry
Gaming Glories
Back in my days, nerds were treated like a subhuman species. A race of jumbled chromosone and genes which look vaguely familiar to the common homo sapiens and yet an inferior product which god decidedly wrote it off from his catalog of grand design. The large majority decides to put nerds in their place, like the blacks pre-Civil War in America.
Then videogame came along and everything changes. The status of nerds was elevated. Not changed or anything dramatic, just merely elevated. It still looks like shit, but smell different. Less stink, lower urea content, but still enough to call it shit and not a piece of rock that smells like shit.
If you ever told someone that you broke the record for Pac Man, all you will ever get is an indifferent stare or a dubious, but well meaning "Cool, but what's Pac Man?" Breaking the record for this classic game brings only glories to people that recognise its significant. It is a cult thing, where followers speak in codes and secret handshakes. It is a priviledge to be acknowledged in the club and be among your brothers. The level of understanding is undoubtedly deep, however, it is not a message you want to spread to the ignorant mass like your run-of-the-mill religion with the all powerful crazy hipster who runs heaven.
But now, with the introduction of this blasphemous piece of device called PSP, the status quo that gaming nerds has protected so hard -- has been shattered. Like a thousand piece of glass swept away in a tornado of marketing blitz, the very heart of the gaming pride was too swallowed. It is now a badass thing to possess a piece of this diabolical device. Never has the word "badass" been associated with gaming. A game could be badass, but playing does not make someone a badass. The status quo has been changed.
Imagine yourself, taking a public transport and you sit next to a well dressed senior citizen and you start small talks with him. Then, without a warning, he told you of his membership in this world controlling association and showed you his Illuminati member ring. That does not happen too often, does it? Then imagine, the next day, you sit next to a hippy and he repeated the same thing as the old man did. Shortly after that you noticed a large majority of people possessing the same ring. You will be asking yourself where you can get yourself a subscription form or should you walk in front of the incoming express right then.
When I tell a woman I play videogames in my freetime, I expect her to tell me to stop the car right that instance. I expect to see the heightened fear in her eyes as she stare at me and realize, deep down, I'm really a fucking psycho that would strangle her with a cat, dip her body in formaline and rape her corpse everyday for a year. When you tell someone you play games, they should not give you the benefit of doubt. It is the same as telling your best friend, "Hey, I groped your daughter yesterday." You don't joke about that. You don't talk about being a pedophile without meaning it. Someone who hinted about being a videogame player should be treated as an armed and dangerous criminal without prior evidence.
However, this black and sleek piece of aluminium and plastic changes all that. It takes away the ostracism associated with video gaming. You're not judged as a social inept, shut-in loser with no connection to the human world besides the rare occasion where you call for pizza. Far from that, this electronic device functions to bridge you with civilization. It provides you with a subject, a reason that relates to other human. It forms a bond with the common man that connects at a primal level. You don't even need to talk about 'it'. People observe you carrying the device and they will response with an acknowledging look and perhaps a wink. This is not supposed to be. It is unnatural.
Once, we were hated. We were the uncool, the sports jocks used to beat us up every now and then. We had to play a game of cloak and dagger when it comes to our perversion. The wall has ears and it informs the bitchy girls which will eventually lead to jocks heaving your body like a battering ram into a goalpost. With the reward of epic punishment at every turn and corner, exchanges regarding our habits has to be done in secrecy. One mistake will cause the whole covenant to lie in ditches, body battered and your Pokemon themed lunchbox forcefully flushed down the loo.
The risk for our activities was high. New members had to be screened before allowed to our small circle. Everyone is out to destroy us but we survived. It is a challenge that we will win. Perhaps paid with many a broken bones and destroyed gaming application, but we were confidence in our victory. We had our pride.
Alas, there is no great finale, no epic battle to be fought, no truce to be signed. We just won. All our small victories forgotten and wiped away from the face of history. We won. We wake up one day, hand moving all over our desk, looking for our battle worn glasses. Our pair who was there when we were pushed off thirty flight of steps, the glasses who witnessed our indomitable spirit when we were held by three guys and, cried together with us when the innocent, cute girl who held your trust for a fleeting moment threw your gaming cartridges from the fifth. We fucking won.
The victory is not sweet nor bittersweet. It is nothing. Empty. Like a bullshit nirvana without beautiful blue haired angels raining kisses on your skinny ass. It is like dying for your religion and realizing you got scammed by god. He is omnipotent but he doesn't even know your name.
Curse you Sony. You pissed on the graves of the martyrs. You're just like the fucking Jap government. The holocaust never happened, eh? Your soldiers just got a little wild during the Party of Nanking, right?
One fine fucking day, the nerds woke up, went to school and the jocks mosseyed up to them like they were brothers all along. They talked about games, exchanged tips, and the nerds are recognized as authority of the topic and everything is beautiful. It's just like a Walt fuckin' Disney movie. A fairytale ending. Bloody history is rewritten political correct.
Doggystyle is a syndicated columnist at Midgard Times. He is also the author of "Playing games and avoiding the authority" and "Getting Women Through Elaborate Whining" and the award winning, ultra conservative fiction "Ragnarok Vice."
Response for this piece can be found at Everyone loves Doggy
I should think of a way to rip the whole thing and preserve it, but here's a few good, well written one.
Stringfellow:
To summarize all this convoluted anecdotal mess, gaming have never been a cult ever since the day when it went mainstream. You could never acclaim such pedestal-high glory days of claiming you chomped all the pellets in Pac-Man or run through classic Tempest in record breaking time. Gaming have become mainstream, and from your post, IMO of course, you only pissed at the how the tables have turned from gaming for the nerds and occultish few only to those in mainstream. Sure, i miss those days of congregating with selected friends who gushed in how you could finish Space Invaders by claivoyant means , or how heart-rendering FF3 is during its endings, but with time, the whole industry have changed. There are some aspects of this that is negative(as exemplified by you in above post) but the possibility of sharing this with wider audience is a much sweeter victory than huddling in closed groups and proclaiming that you a God among the....few?
I was protective of how i go about my gaming ways once upon a time ago, but wanting the industry to remain closed, or static is selfish by all accounts.As for the jocks moseying to the nerds, i see that as a huge victory, without even the nerds having to lift a finger.Sony/Microsoft/Nintendo did all the job for them, and here we are in the 21st century revelling in a much wider, larger community which would force the acknowledgement of the fact that gaming is no longer for kids, or the thick-specky few, but for everyone.Is this a better world?Or would you rather see the nerds flocking among the nerds while the jocks continue with their brutish ways?
