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Senator Ingebrigsten is calling out the mayor and governor for the lack of leadership and failing Minneapolis
U.S. Riots of May 2020 over George Floyd and others - ITT: a bunch of faggots butthurt about worthless internet stickers
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These DFL ladies exemplify everything I've heard over my lifetime from my seniors about why women should just shut the fuck up.
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Read the transcript of Thomas Lane's body camera footage during George Floyd call
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The media is responsible for a lot of this. Floyd was babbling, complaining about all kinds of things--he was claustrophobic, he wanted to sit in the front seat, he had been shot before, his wrist hurt, he wanted to lay down, he couldn't breathe, his wrist hurt, his neck, his knee, his stomach, he had COVID--but the media laser-focuses on "I can't breathe" as if he were rendering a professional medical opinion. And they keep saying Chauvin "knelt" on Floyd's neck, as if Chauvin was using Floyd to support his weight. I don't know how much pressure Chauvin used, but it wasn't enough to obstruct his airway or cause any injuries, and given Floyd's semi-coherent babblings, he wasn't blood choked, at least not at first. All Cops Are Innocent.
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I knew they would say this. Somewhere in another thread, I said their definition of "white supremacy" is whites wanting to live in a functional civilization.
It kills me inside that I'm consistently right, or that they're as predictable as a sunrise.
>objective, empirical science is "white"
They're unironically encoding Feels over Reals. To them, it's about "muh experiences" (aka anecdotal evidence).
If some Euphoric Fedora or other SJW lectures me on how they FUCKING LOVE SCIENCE
ever again, I will start foaming at the mouth and bite them.
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Dexter [a bit west of Detroit] mayor Shawn Keough says he mistakenly approved a BLM fundraiser thinking it was a protest. He has since rescinded his permission for the event.
"Organizations that would have been involved in [the] event include the ACLU of Michigan, the Detroit Branch of the NAACP, the Detroit Bail Project, the Transgender Law Center’s Black LGBTQIA+ Migrant Project, the Marsha P. Johnson Institute, the Marshall Project and the Autistic People of Color Fund."
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Follow up on the Detroit Summer School Protestors. 2,000 children were expected to show up to the first day of in-person learning. After protestors blocked school buses from leaving the depot, only 500 children did show up.
The people behind the protest do not appear to have continued protesting, and have instead filed a lawsuit.
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Dexter [a bit west of Detroit] mayor Shawn Keough says he mistakenly approved a BLM fundraiser thinking it was a protest. He has since rescinded his permission for the event.
"Organizations that would have been involved in [the] event include the ACLU of Michigan, the Detroit Branch of the NAACP, the Detroit Bail Project, the Transgender Law Center’s Black LGBTQIA+ Migrant Project, the Marsha P. Johnson Institute, the Marshall Project and the Autistic People of Color Fund."
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Follow up on the Detroit Summer School Protestors. 2,000 children were expected to show up to the first day of in-person learning. After protestors blocked school buses from leaving the depot, only 500 children did show up.
The people behind the protest do not appear to have continued protesting, and have instead filed a lawsuit.
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WHAT THE FUCK DO THESE STUPID DUMB NIGGERS AND KIKES WANT?
do these fools realize chinks, muzzies, their fellow blacks in Africa don't have that internal guilt factor and dont care about them. That would be the bottom of the barrel. That its social darwinism in majority of non white countries.
You crackas need to get your shit together or commit suicide because seems to me, your lot don't have the will to defend your culture and history. All it takes is a racism accusation to shut shit down in your society.
I am now starting to understand why the Spartans would continuously oppress the Helots and keep killing them once in a while to keep them in line. Or Arabs cutting off the balls of their slaves so no one could come after their future children and stop mixed race relations. Because this behavior is starting to rationalize all of that.
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Let's see who is pushing this anti-White drivel...
Data source is (((Judith H Katz))), huh?
Every.Single.Time
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If you read between the lines-
What to take away from this:
- Blacks cannot act or think as individuals'
- Autonomy is worthless -don't think for yourself
- You are not responsible for anything you do, it is all up to someone else if you fail or succeed -but really only when you fail
- It's unnatural to have both your parents around in your life and not life in a ghetto with 4 people in one room
- It's wrong that a dad would be a dad and a mom would be a mom
- Again, it's wrong to be independent because it means you could think for yourself
- Science has replaced religion and God, but it can still be used to prove truth, so it's bad
- It's wrong to work. It's wrong to put effort into anything
And shitting on religion has been funny. Science has taken it's place, but it turns out science and scientific methods can prove better the same things that we already knew: families are important, X and Y chromosomes exist, and 13 percent of joggers run 50% of their marathons under time.
Also, here's a picture of the Wakanda Museum™ that put out these factoids
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if this is the case, I think it should only go to people that lived through those times, lets see how these oh so
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It just keeps going further and further, all while the entire country marches lockstep into a bottleneck. I'm not at all confident in the economy. The numbers look good for now, but I'm hedging my bets on the dollar faltering and China taking full advantage. If this continues as it has, and I think it will, imagine a world where China is the dominant superpower and get used to it because we'll unfortunately all likely be living in that world in the future. The majority of these people are just useful idiots, they don't really understand what they're doing and truthfully they have no real ideology, at least not one formed or fomented of their own volition. They just latch onto whatever is popular and I'm convinced that most of them are too gormless to really understand what they're doing. I can't say I blame them, necessarily, because they've been made this way. The vast majority of people can't resist the programming that they've been exposed to since they were five or six years old, that's when the indoctrination begins. They teach you to read and write all while they change the language right before your eyes.
It really reminds me of 'Ship of Fools', a short story written by Ted Kaczynski. It's somewhat long but well worth the read. Again and again I'm surprised by just how many people tried to warn us of this, and how little we heeded their warnings. Yuri Bezmenov tried as well. Their lectures and writings gave us a road map for what to expect, and aside from some smaller details, they were one-hundred-percent correct in their assessment. So many of the methods and means used by the leftists to get their way and achieve their goals are immoral and indecent, most conservatives [or even centrists] won't even consider using the same tactics since people on the right largely tend to stand for tradition and principles. This hang-up is admirable because it enables them to have the moral high ground, at least in their own mind. But what good does moral high ground do you in an authoritarian shithole like the one they're being allowed to create? You might stand on that high ground until the mob is at your throat, and maybe as they haul you off to the gulag you can say "At least I'm morally just and righteous!" but it won't do anything for you. I'm not saying anyone should stoop entirely to their level. I'm saying people on the right should get organized and start arranging gatherings and shows of solidarity with eachother. The left are certainly organized and they're not showing any signs of stopping. People think the WNs and legitimate Nazis will just ruin everything and paint the whole gathering as a Klan Rally, I think that's just cope. They'll be there, certainly, they were in Charlottesville to an extent. But the media will paint everyone there as a Nazi anyway, so who gives a shit if a few of them actually are? If people would stop playing by THEIR rules and stop fearing the now meaningless titles of 'racist', 'fascist' and 'Nazi', and maybe adopt a few of the less reprehensible leftist tactics, we might be winning this culture war right now. They wrote the rulebook specifically so you would be fucked at every turn. Stop paying attention to the rulebook, throw it out.
It really reminds me of 'Ship of Fools', a short story written by Ted Kaczynski. It's somewhat long but well worth the read. Again and again I'm surprised by just how many people tried to warn us of this, and how little we heeded their warnings. Yuri Bezmenov tried as well. Their lectures and writings gave us a road map for what to expect, and aside from some smaller details, they were one-hundred-percent correct in their assessment. So many of the methods and means used by the leftists to get their way and achieve their goals are immoral and indecent, most conservatives [or even centrists] won't even consider using the same tactics since people on the right largely tend to stand for tradition and principles. This hang-up is admirable because it enables them to have the moral high ground, at least in their own mind. But what good does moral high ground do you in an authoritarian shithole like the one they're being allowed to create? You might stand on that high ground until the mob is at your throat, and maybe as they haul you off to the gulag you can say "At least I'm morally just and righteous!" but it won't do anything for you. I'm not saying anyone should stoop entirely to their level. I'm saying people on the right should get organized and start arranging gatherings and shows of solidarity with eachother. The left are certainly organized and they're not showing any signs of stopping. People think the WNs and legitimate Nazis will just ruin everything and paint the whole gathering as a Klan Rally, I think that's just cope. They'll be there, certainly, they were in Charlottesville to an extent. But the media will paint everyone there as a Nazi anyway, so who gives a shit if a few of them actually are? If people would stop playing by THEIR rules and stop fearing the now meaningless titles of 'racist', 'fascist' and 'Nazi', and maybe adopt a few of the less reprehensible leftist tactics, we might be winning this culture war right now. They wrote the rulebook specifically so you would be fucked at every turn. Stop paying attention to the rulebook, throw it out.
Once upon a time, the captain and the mates of a ship grew so vain of their seamanship, so full of hubris and so impressed with themselves, that they went mad. They turned the ship north and sailed until they met with icebergs and dangerous floes, and they kept sailing north into more and more perilous waters, solely in order to give themselves opportunities to perform ever-more-brilliant feats of seamanship.
As the ship reached higher and higher latitudes, the passengers and crew became increasingly uncomfortable. They began quarreling among themselves and complaining of the conditions under which they lived.
“Shiver me timbers,” said an able seaman, “if this ain’t the worst voyage I’ve ever been on. The deck is slick with ice; when I’m on lookout the wind cuts through me jacket like a knife; every time I reef the foresail I blamed-near freeze me fingers; and all I get for it is a miserable five shillings a month!”
“You think you have it bad!” said a lady passenger. “I can’t sleep at night for the cold. Ladies on this ship don’t get as many blankets as the men. It isn’t fair!”
A Mexican sailor chimed in: “¡Chingado! I’m only getting half the wages of the Anglo seamen. We need plenty of food to keep us warm in this climate, and I’m not getting my share; the Anglos get more. And the worst of it is that the mates always give me orders in English instead of Spanish.”
“I have more reason to complain than anybody,” said an American Indian sailor. “If the palefaces hadn’t robbed me of my ancestral lands, I wouldn’t even be on this ship, here among the icebergs and arctic winds. I would just be paddling a canoe on a nice, placid lake. I deserve compensation. At the very least, the captain should let me run a crap game so that I can make some money.”
The bosun spoke up: “Yesterday the first mate called me a ‘fruit’ just because I suck cocks. I have a right to suck cocks without being called names for it!”
"It’s not only humans who are mistreated on this ship,” interjected an animal-lover among the passengers, her voice quivering with indignation. “Why, last week I saw the second mate kick the ship’s dog twice!”
One of the passengers was a college professor. Wringing his hands he exclaimed,
“All this is just awful! It’s immoral! It’s racism, sexism, speciesism, homophobia, and exploitation of the working class! It’s discrimination! We must have social justice: Equal wages for the Mexican sailor, higher wages for all sailors, compensation for the Indian, equal blankets for the ladies, a guaranteed right to suck cocks, and no more kicking the dog!”
“Yes, yes!” shouted the passengers. “Aye-aye!” shouted the crew. “It’s discrimination! We have to demand our rights!”
The cabin boy cleared his throat.
“Ahem. You all have good reasons to complain. But it seems to me that what we really have to do is get this ship turned around and headed back south, because if we keep going north we’re sure to be wrecked sooner or later, and then your wages, your blankets, and your right to suck cocks won’t do you any good, because we’ll all drown.”
But no one paid any attention to him, because he was only the cabin boy.
The captain and the mates, from their station on the poop deck, had been watching and listening. Now they smiled and winked at one another, and at a gesture from the captain the third mate came down from the poop deck, sauntered over to where the passengers and crew were gathered, and shouldered his way in amongst them. He put a very serious expression on his face and spoke thusly:
“We officers have to admit that some really inexcusable things have been happening on this ship. We hadn’t realized how bad the situation was until we heard your complaints. We are men of good will and want to do right by you. But — well — the captain is rather conservative and set in his ways, and may have to be prodded a bit before he’ll make any substantial changes. My personal opinion is that if you protest vigorously — but always peacefully and without violating any of the ship’s rules — you would shake the captain out of his inertia and force him to address the problems of which you so justly complain.”
Having said this, the third mate headed back toward the poop deck. As he went, the passengers and crew called after him, “Moderate! Reformer! Goody-liberal! Captain’s stooge!” But they nevertheless did as he said. They gathered in a body before the poop deck, shouted insults at the officers, and demanded their rights: “I want higher wages and better working conditions,” cried the able seaman. “Equal blankets for women,” cried the lady passenger. “I want to receive my orders in Spanish,” cried the Mexican sailor. “I want the right to run a crap game,” cried the Indian sailor. “I don’t want to be called a fruit,” cried the bosun. “No more kicking the dog,” cried the animal lover. “Revolution now,” cried the professor.
The captain and the mates huddled together and conferred for several minutes, winking, nodding and smiling at one another all the while. Then the captain stepped to the front of the poop deck and, with a great show of benevolence, announced that the able seaman’s wages would be raised to six shillings a month; the Mexican sailor’s wages would be raised to two-thirds the wages of an Anglo seaman, and the order to reef the foresail would be given in Spanish; lady passengers would receive one more blanket; the Indian sailor would be allowed to run a crap game on Saturday nights; the bosun wouldn’t be called a fruit as long as he kept his cocksucking strictly private; and the dog wouldn’t be kicked unless he did something really naughty, such as stealing food from the galley.
The passengers and crew celebrated these concessions as a great victory, but the next morning, they were again feeling dissatisfied.
“Six shillings a month is a pittance, and I still freeze me fingers when I reef the foresail,” grumbled the able seaman. “I’m still not getting the same wages as the Anglos, or enough food for this climate,” said the Mexican sailor. “We women still don’t have enough blankets to keep us warm,” said the lady passenger. The other crewmen and passengers voiced similar complaints, and the professor egged them on.
When they were done, the cabin boy spoke up — louder this time so that the others could not easily ignore him:
“It’s really terrible that the dog gets kicked for stealing a bit of bread from the galley, and that women don’t have equal blankets, and that the able seaman gets his fingers frozen; and I don’t see why the bosun shouldn’t suck cocks if he wants to. But look how thick the icebergs are now, and how the wind blows harder and harder! We’ve got to turn this ship back toward the south, because if we keep going north we’ll be wrecked and drowned.”
“Oh yes,” said the bosun, “It’s just so awful that we keep heading north. But why should I have to keep cocksucking in the closet? Why should I be called a fruit? Ain’t I as good as everyone else?”
“Sailing north is terrible,” said the lady passenger. “But don’t you see? That’s exactly why women need more blankets to keep them warm. I demand equal blankets for women now!”
“It’s quite true,” said the professor, “that sailing to the north imposes great hardships on all of us. But changing course toward the south would be unrealistic. You can’t turn back the clock. We must find a mature way of dealing with the situation.”
“Look,” said the cabin boy, “If we let those four madmen up on the poop deck have their way, we’ll all be drowned. If we ever get the ship out of danger, then we can worry about working conditions, blankets for women, and the right to suck cocks. But first we’ve got to get this vessel turned around. If a few of us get together, make a plan, and show some courage, we can save ourselves. It wouldn’t take many of us — six or eight would do. We could charge the poop, chuck those lunatics overboard, and turn the ship to the south.”
The professor elevated his nose and said sternly, “I don’t believe in violence. It’s immoral.”
“It’s unethical ever to use violence,” said the bosun.
“I’m terrified of violence,” said the lady passenger.
The captain and the mates had been watching and listening all the while. At a signal from the captain, the third mate stepped down to the main deck. He went about among the passengers and crew, telling them that there were still many problems on the ship.
“We have made much progress,” he said, “But much remains to be done. Working conditions for the able seaman are still hard, the Mexican still isn’t getting the same wages as the Anglos, the women still don’t have quite as many blankets as the men, the Indian’s Saturday-night crap game is a paltry compensation for his lost lands, it’s unfair to the bosun that he has to keep his cocksucking in the closet, and the dog still gets kicked at times.
“I think the captain needs to be prodded again. It would help if you all would put on another protest — as long as it remains nonviolent.”
As the third mate walked back toward the stern, the passengers and the crew shouted insults after him, but they nevertheless did what he said and gathered in front of the poop deck for another protest. They ranted and raved and brandished their fists, and they even threw a rotten egg at the captain (which he skillfully dodged).
After hearing their complaints, the captain and the mates huddled for a conference, during which they winked and grinned broadly at one another. Then the captain stepped to the front of the poop deck and announced that the able seaman would be given gloves to keep his fingers warm, the Mexican sailor would receive wages equal to three-fourths the wages of an Anglo seaman, the women would receive yet another blanket, the Indian sailor could run a crap game on Saturday and Sunday nights, the bosun would be allowed to suck cocks publicly after dark, and no one could kick the dog without special permission from the captain.
The passengers and crew were ecstatic over this great revolutionary victory, but by the next morning they were again feeling dissatisfied and began grumbling about the same old hardships.
The cabin boy this time was getting angry.
“You damn fools!” he shouted. “Don’t you see what the captain and the mates are doing? They’re keeping you occupied with your trivial grievances about blankets and wages and the dog being kicked so that you won’t think about what is really wrong with this ship — that it’s getting farther and farther to the north and we’re all going to be drowned. If just a few of you would come to your senses, get together, and charge the poop deck, we could turn this ship around and save ourselves. But all you do is whine about petty little issues like working conditions and crap games and the right to suck cocks.”
The passengers and the crew were incensed.
“Petty!!” cried the Mexican, “Do you think it’s reasonable that I get only three-fourths the wages of an Anglo sailor? Is that petty?”
“How can you call my grievance trivial? shouted the bosun. “Don’t you know how humiliating it is to be called a fruit?”
“Kicking the dog is not a ‘petty little issue!’” screamed the animal-lover. “It’s heartless, cruel, and brutal!”
“Alright then,” answered the cabin boy. “These issues are not petty and trivial. Kicking the dog is cruel and brutal and it is humiliating to be called a fruit. But in comparison to our real problem — in comparison to the fact that the ship is still heading north — your grievances are petty and trivial, because if we don’t get this ship turned around soon, we’re all going to drown.”
“Fascist!” said the professor.
“Counterrevolutionary!” said the lady passenger. And all of the passengers and crew chimed in one after another, calling the cabin boy a fascist and a counterrevolutionary. They pushed him away and went back to grumbling about wages, and about blankets for women, and about the right to suck cocks, and about how the dog was treated. The ship kept sailing north, and after a while it was crushed between two icebergs and everyone drowned.
As the ship reached higher and higher latitudes, the passengers and crew became increasingly uncomfortable. They began quarreling among themselves and complaining of the conditions under which they lived.
“Shiver me timbers,” said an able seaman, “if this ain’t the worst voyage I’ve ever been on. The deck is slick with ice; when I’m on lookout the wind cuts through me jacket like a knife; every time I reef the foresail I blamed-near freeze me fingers; and all I get for it is a miserable five shillings a month!”
“You think you have it bad!” said a lady passenger. “I can’t sleep at night for the cold. Ladies on this ship don’t get as many blankets as the men. It isn’t fair!”
A Mexican sailor chimed in: “¡Chingado! I’m only getting half the wages of the Anglo seamen. We need plenty of food to keep us warm in this climate, and I’m not getting my share; the Anglos get more. And the worst of it is that the mates always give me orders in English instead of Spanish.”
“I have more reason to complain than anybody,” said an American Indian sailor. “If the palefaces hadn’t robbed me of my ancestral lands, I wouldn’t even be on this ship, here among the icebergs and arctic winds. I would just be paddling a canoe on a nice, placid lake. I deserve compensation. At the very least, the captain should let me run a crap game so that I can make some money.”
The bosun spoke up: “Yesterday the first mate called me a ‘fruit’ just because I suck cocks. I have a right to suck cocks without being called names for it!”
"It’s not only humans who are mistreated on this ship,” interjected an animal-lover among the passengers, her voice quivering with indignation. “Why, last week I saw the second mate kick the ship’s dog twice!”
One of the passengers was a college professor. Wringing his hands he exclaimed,
“All this is just awful! It’s immoral! It’s racism, sexism, speciesism, homophobia, and exploitation of the working class! It’s discrimination! We must have social justice: Equal wages for the Mexican sailor, higher wages for all sailors, compensation for the Indian, equal blankets for the ladies, a guaranteed right to suck cocks, and no more kicking the dog!”
“Yes, yes!” shouted the passengers. “Aye-aye!” shouted the crew. “It’s discrimination! We have to demand our rights!”
The cabin boy cleared his throat.
“Ahem. You all have good reasons to complain. But it seems to me that what we really have to do is get this ship turned around and headed back south, because if we keep going north we’re sure to be wrecked sooner or later, and then your wages, your blankets, and your right to suck cocks won’t do you any good, because we’ll all drown.”
But no one paid any attention to him, because he was only the cabin boy.
The captain and the mates, from their station on the poop deck, had been watching and listening. Now they smiled and winked at one another, and at a gesture from the captain the third mate came down from the poop deck, sauntered over to where the passengers and crew were gathered, and shouldered his way in amongst them. He put a very serious expression on his face and spoke thusly:
“We officers have to admit that some really inexcusable things have been happening on this ship. We hadn’t realized how bad the situation was until we heard your complaints. We are men of good will and want to do right by you. But — well — the captain is rather conservative and set in his ways, and may have to be prodded a bit before he’ll make any substantial changes. My personal opinion is that if you protest vigorously — but always peacefully and without violating any of the ship’s rules — you would shake the captain out of his inertia and force him to address the problems of which you so justly complain.”
Having said this, the third mate headed back toward the poop deck. As he went, the passengers and crew called after him, “Moderate! Reformer! Goody-liberal! Captain’s stooge!” But they nevertheless did as he said. They gathered in a body before the poop deck, shouted insults at the officers, and demanded their rights: “I want higher wages and better working conditions,” cried the able seaman. “Equal blankets for women,” cried the lady passenger. “I want to receive my orders in Spanish,” cried the Mexican sailor. “I want the right to run a crap game,” cried the Indian sailor. “I don’t want to be called a fruit,” cried the bosun. “No more kicking the dog,” cried the animal lover. “Revolution now,” cried the professor.
The captain and the mates huddled together and conferred for several minutes, winking, nodding and smiling at one another all the while. Then the captain stepped to the front of the poop deck and, with a great show of benevolence, announced that the able seaman’s wages would be raised to six shillings a month; the Mexican sailor’s wages would be raised to two-thirds the wages of an Anglo seaman, and the order to reef the foresail would be given in Spanish; lady passengers would receive one more blanket; the Indian sailor would be allowed to run a crap game on Saturday nights; the bosun wouldn’t be called a fruit as long as he kept his cocksucking strictly private; and the dog wouldn’t be kicked unless he did something really naughty, such as stealing food from the galley.
The passengers and crew celebrated these concessions as a great victory, but the next morning, they were again feeling dissatisfied.
“Six shillings a month is a pittance, and I still freeze me fingers when I reef the foresail,” grumbled the able seaman. “I’m still not getting the same wages as the Anglos, or enough food for this climate,” said the Mexican sailor. “We women still don’t have enough blankets to keep us warm,” said the lady passenger. The other crewmen and passengers voiced similar complaints, and the professor egged them on.
When they were done, the cabin boy spoke up — louder this time so that the others could not easily ignore him:
“It’s really terrible that the dog gets kicked for stealing a bit of bread from the galley, and that women don’t have equal blankets, and that the able seaman gets his fingers frozen; and I don’t see why the bosun shouldn’t suck cocks if he wants to. But look how thick the icebergs are now, and how the wind blows harder and harder! We’ve got to turn this ship back toward the south, because if we keep going north we’ll be wrecked and drowned.”
“Oh yes,” said the bosun, “It’s just so awful that we keep heading north. But why should I have to keep cocksucking in the closet? Why should I be called a fruit? Ain’t I as good as everyone else?”
“Sailing north is terrible,” said the lady passenger. “But don’t you see? That’s exactly why women need more blankets to keep them warm. I demand equal blankets for women now!”
“It’s quite true,” said the professor, “that sailing to the north imposes great hardships on all of us. But changing course toward the south would be unrealistic. You can’t turn back the clock. We must find a mature way of dealing with the situation.”
“Look,” said the cabin boy, “If we let those four madmen up on the poop deck have their way, we’ll all be drowned. If we ever get the ship out of danger, then we can worry about working conditions, blankets for women, and the right to suck cocks. But first we’ve got to get this vessel turned around. If a few of us get together, make a plan, and show some courage, we can save ourselves. It wouldn’t take many of us — six or eight would do. We could charge the poop, chuck those lunatics overboard, and turn the ship to the south.”
The professor elevated his nose and said sternly, “I don’t believe in violence. It’s immoral.”
“It’s unethical ever to use violence,” said the bosun.
“I’m terrified of violence,” said the lady passenger.
The captain and the mates had been watching and listening all the while. At a signal from the captain, the third mate stepped down to the main deck. He went about among the passengers and crew, telling them that there were still many problems on the ship.
“We have made much progress,” he said, “But much remains to be done. Working conditions for the able seaman are still hard, the Mexican still isn’t getting the same wages as the Anglos, the women still don’t have quite as many blankets as the men, the Indian’s Saturday-night crap game is a paltry compensation for his lost lands, it’s unfair to the bosun that he has to keep his cocksucking in the closet, and the dog still gets kicked at times.
“I think the captain needs to be prodded again. It would help if you all would put on another protest — as long as it remains nonviolent.”
As the third mate walked back toward the stern, the passengers and the crew shouted insults after him, but they nevertheless did what he said and gathered in front of the poop deck for another protest. They ranted and raved and brandished their fists, and they even threw a rotten egg at the captain (which he skillfully dodged).
After hearing their complaints, the captain and the mates huddled for a conference, during which they winked and grinned broadly at one another. Then the captain stepped to the front of the poop deck and announced that the able seaman would be given gloves to keep his fingers warm, the Mexican sailor would receive wages equal to three-fourths the wages of an Anglo seaman, the women would receive yet another blanket, the Indian sailor could run a crap game on Saturday and Sunday nights, the bosun would be allowed to suck cocks publicly after dark, and no one could kick the dog without special permission from the captain.
The passengers and crew were ecstatic over this great revolutionary victory, but by the next morning they were again feeling dissatisfied and began grumbling about the same old hardships.
The cabin boy this time was getting angry.
“You damn fools!” he shouted. “Don’t you see what the captain and the mates are doing? They’re keeping you occupied with your trivial grievances about blankets and wages and the dog being kicked so that you won’t think about what is really wrong with this ship — that it’s getting farther and farther to the north and we’re all going to be drowned. If just a few of you would come to your senses, get together, and charge the poop deck, we could turn this ship around and save ourselves. But all you do is whine about petty little issues like working conditions and crap games and the right to suck cocks.”
The passengers and the crew were incensed.
“Petty!!” cried the Mexican, “Do you think it’s reasonable that I get only three-fourths the wages of an Anglo sailor? Is that petty?”
“How can you call my grievance trivial? shouted the bosun. “Don’t you know how humiliating it is to be called a fruit?”
“Kicking the dog is not a ‘petty little issue!’” screamed the animal-lover. “It’s heartless, cruel, and brutal!”
“Alright then,” answered the cabin boy. “These issues are not petty and trivial. Kicking the dog is cruel and brutal and it is humiliating to be called a fruit. But in comparison to our real problem — in comparison to the fact that the ship is still heading north — your grievances are petty and trivial, because if we don’t get this ship turned around soon, we’re all going to drown.”
“Fascist!” said the professor.
“Counterrevolutionary!” said the lady passenger. And all of the passengers and crew chimed in one after another, calling the cabin boy a fascist and a counterrevolutionary. They pushed him away and went back to grumbling about wages, and about blankets for women, and about the right to suck cocks, and about how the dog was treated. The ship kept sailing north, and after a while it was crushed between two icebergs and everyone drowned.
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Byron York tweeted it, and he writes for either the Examiner or the Federalist, both normiecon publications.
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maybe if the niggers tried teaching thier kids as individuals, raised them to try at school, save money and work hard, they would not have such appalling raging shitfuckery lives? Just a thought and all
If being a lazy, fucking stupid, shitty parent who is fiscally retarded, doesn't even peovide seperate rooms to their own kids is "blackness" then we should set up the camps and get shot of their degenerate arses, or pack them back off to the roach filled turd pile we rescued them from
If being a lazy, fucking stupid, shitty parent who is fiscally retarded, doesn't even peovide seperate rooms to their own kids is "blackness" then we should set up the camps and get shot of their degenerate arses, or pack them back off to the roach filled turd pile we rescued them from
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For the Minneapolis call in yesterday, nearly all of the callers were woman or transwomen hangwringing and raging about how we need to defund the police 45 million over their emotions. No one called in with any dissenting opinions, although they had a lot of trouble getting anyone on the line. It's so bizarre seeing a group of people baying for their own destruction.
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Ironically, the only country that truly stood by Rhodesia from start to finish was Israel.
South Africa threw them under the bus and Portugal only supported them to prop up control of Mozambique and promptly fucked off when they lost control of that country.
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PARSON: Trump says he'll help McCloskeys against circuit attorney investigation
The Missouri governor says he had just spoke to President Trump on Tuesday before his daily pandemic update on Facebook live.
Parson says the McCloskeys have the ability to protect their property like everyone else, and what they should not have to go through is a prosecutor "attempting to take their constitutional rights away by filing charges against them for protecting their property."
"I just got off the phone with the President of the United States before I walked out here today," Parson says. "He understands the situation in Missouri. He understands the situation in St. Louis and how out of control it is for a prosecutor to let violent criminals off and not do their job and try to attack law-abiding citizens. The conversation I had with the President, said that he would do everything he could within his powers to help with this situation."
The Missouri governor says he had just spoke to President Trump on Tuesday before his daily pandemic update on Facebook live.
Parson says the McCloskeys have the ability to protect their property like everyone else, and what they should not have to go through is a prosecutor "attempting to take their constitutional rights away by filing charges against them for protecting their property."
"I just got off the phone with the President of the United States before I walked out here today," Parson says. "He understands the situation in Missouri. He understands the situation in St. Louis and how out of control it is for a prosecutor to let violent criminals off and not do their job and try to attack law-abiding citizens. The conversation I had with the President, said that he would do everything he could within his powers to help with this situation."
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Yeah that's another anecdote from history that a lot of people forget about. Portugal (which at that time was literally a multi-continental nation - Mozambique, Angola, Portuguese Guinea, Goa, East Timor, etc. were all integrated parts of Portugal, not colonies anymore) basically underwent an attempted communist coup during the Carnation revolution which destroyed practically everything the Estado Novo had achieved up until that point.
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I don't know about the other cops but the one how had put the knee had multiples complaints. Don't try to die in this hill because it will be a lost cause.
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He had 18 complaints after 18 years of service -only 1 of them was valid and stuck. Cops get complained about all the time. Criminals say "muh wrists" when they handcuffed and act out like retards all the time. After years of dealing with that stuff, seeing it yourself and hearing it from others, how are you supposed to trust anything they say when you're talking to them or arresting them?
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