Of Claws, Beaks, Tentacles and Sticky stuffs
Check out this sweet piece of work where Shinji's don the blue and red costume and not look gay like Sups - Webslinging In Tokyo3
Lingering thoughts stuck in my mind like a piece of gum chewed by a dog, after reading the story. One of it, I have expressed to the author - my acute fear for demonic parrot with tentacles coming out of it mouth. The other is slightly creepier in nature. Somehow, my mind wandered to the domain of the unthinkable.
Asuka as Wolverine doing the nasty with Spidey Shinji - In costume, with webs, claws and lots of thrash talking. Sweet? Now imagine ol' Petey doing it with the canuckle head.
Urghhh....
After much pondering, and not enough action, I have finally started 'Paper Angel', an Evangelion fanfiction. While badassery is often best produced using graphical images of explosions, flying body parts and hot sex with skinny ass 14 year olds - it has become a dreary scene in the fanfic scene lately. This type of fics should only be left alone to the contemporary Michael Bay of the amateur writing scene.
If money is the religion of jaded and bitter adults, then angst is the deathcult that promises nirvana for teenagers after taking all their money and sucking their soul dry. By combining the best elements from various animes and pop culture references - 'Paper Angel' was born.
Check it out and drop a friendly greeting if you may.
Paper Angel - The road to badassery is filled with angst.
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
