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My brain does that a lot in this thread, like it has a defense mechanism that won't allow me to fully process the horror.
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Aside from some modified Blackhawks introduced in the late 80's as a supplementary fleet the main form of presidential helicopter transport since 1976 has been an update of an earlier 1961 model, which only left service after its last flight performing the traditional "fly away" ceremony carrying Trump away from the white house after handing it over to Biden in 2021.
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The Jeet cow shit festival is extra disgusting because it's wet, liquid cow shit.
In most places, cow dung is either used as fertilizer or dried out and burned. Not in India. It's holy, so they gather it into huge piles and "save it up", which eventually degrades it into a particularly foul liquid.
The bizarre Jeet status thing vs other Jeets both confuses and fascinates me. I've already mentioned the Jeet Assault on the local car dealerships.
But I've been seeing a bunch of those Jeets arguing almost daily during lunch at a local restaurant. They go between English and Hindi constantly, but from what I've been able to understand:
The Jeet that got a good deal on a car at the end of the month back in July, who I'll call Jeet Prime, apparently lords this over the other Jeets and tells them that since he got a better deal than the others, it shows that they are "obviously" a lower caste.
This apparently enrages them, but they can't dispute it unless they can somehow get the exact same deal or better. So they're somehow required to follow him around and act like his personal band of flunkies.
Mind you, this isn't even a fancy vehicle, it's just a low-to-mid range SUV that the dealership wanted to get rid of and they needed one more sale to meet quota.
So instead of telling him to fuck off, researching how/why he got the deal so they can replicate it, or just getting a better car than him and flexing on him, they keep harassing car dealerships, demanding they give them the same deal and can't understand why they won't.
Apparently one of them almost got his ass beat when he tried to intimidate a female salesperson at a dealership by saying something along the lines of "Listen here, woman! Here is the deal you will give me!" and getting in her face.
In most places, cow dung is either used as fertilizer or dried out and burned. Not in India. It's holy, so they gather it into huge piles and "save it up", which eventually degrades it into a particularly foul liquid.
The bizarre Jeet status thing vs other Jeets both confuses and fascinates me. I've already mentioned the Jeet Assault on the local car dealerships.
But I've been seeing a bunch of those Jeets arguing almost daily during lunch at a local restaurant. They go between English and Hindi constantly, but from what I've been able to understand:
The Jeet that got a good deal on a car at the end of the month back in July, who I'll call Jeet Prime, apparently lords this over the other Jeets and tells them that since he got a better deal than the others, it shows that they are "obviously" a lower caste.
This apparently enrages them, but they can't dispute it unless they can somehow get the exact same deal or better. So they're somehow required to follow him around and act like his personal band of flunkies.
Mind you, this isn't even a fancy vehicle, it's just a low-to-mid range SUV that the dealership wanted to get rid of and they needed one more sale to meet quota.
So instead of telling him to fuck off, researching how/why he got the deal so they can replicate it, or just getting a better car than him and flexing on him, they keep harassing car dealerships, demanding they give them the same deal and can't understand why they won't.
Apparently one of them almost got his ass beat when he tried to intimidate a female salesperson at a dealership by saying something along the lines of "Listen here, woman! Here is the deal you will give me!" and getting in her face.
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Apparently, he got... into the shit for it
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I'd recommend a few years in finance, banking, insurance, lending, etc, customer service side.
You'll see Indians of all castes act like petty barons and divine royalty because you are the one offering a service. They don't view the relationship as mutual, eg: you pay me, I help you, they view it as I am superior therefore you need to work for me.
The entitlement you'll see is just fascinating - they'll take a policy out on their home and immediately start claiming the day after for thousands in damages without paying a cent in premiums, because the company agreed to be contracted as their servant. Likewise, their mortgage lender needs to understand that they can't expect to get paid as scheduled, it's up to the owner if they care to that month.
Give any kind of response other than bootlicking? NOOOOO SAAAAARRRRRRR YOU DO NOT SPEAK TO ME LIKE THIS ONE SAAARRR!!!
It's not all of them, but it's the only cohort of customers I've ever dealt with that are immediately combative out of the gate and hostile. Other people get angry when service misses expectations - subcontinentals get angry because it's a servant, and you beat your servant.
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How much of their unwarranted sense of ego is the result of bots I wonder
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While I was trying to find out more about the cow shit festival I found this article, and I'm at a loss for words. This is translated by ChatGPT but I've compared it to Google translate and editorialised it a little bit, but it does genuinely seem to be an accurate translation.
A hit job against the dung-smeared one himself!
One day, my grandmother was washing the baby's cradle (the kulavi) in the gvaata. (Gvaata refers to the pit dug at the slope behind the cowshed, where the cows are tied; it collects the urine that drains down there) I scolded her, saying, ‘Oh for heaven’s sake, Grandma! You’re washing the baby’s cradle in the gvaata! Have you lost all your sense or what? My grandmother snapped at me, saying, ‘What do you know, child? Be quiet and go away!’ The cradle cloths that the babies’ heads rested on would get greasy with the coconut oil applied to their scalps, forming a sticky layer. Germs could collect in that layer and cause sores on the babies’ heads. So she was doing it to prevent that.
Cow urine, you see, is believed to have warming and antiseptic properties. Coconut oil is considered cooling. To balance this effect, they would wash and dry the baby’s cradle cloths in gvaata (the cow-urine pit) before using them again. The sludge that collected in the pit would then be scooped out and added to the manure heap, producing a compost as rich as fertiliser. Even today, cow urine is used in villages as a remedy for coughs, colds, fevers, and skin diseases. During the upanayana [basically like a Hindu bar mitzvah], the vatu—the initiate— is given panchagavya to drink, a sacred mixture of cow dung (segani), cow urine, milk, curd, and ghee.
The naked ascetics known as Naga sadhus observe the festival of Holi by smearing their bodies with cow dung and the slurry from the cowshed. In some villages of Gadag district in northern Karnataka, there is a custom on the fifth day of the festival to throw cow dung at one another. Near Chamarajanagar, in the village of Gumatapura, people celebrate the Cow Festival during Diwali by coating themselves all over with cow dung. Imagine, then, how sacred and significant these substances—cow dung and cowshed slurry—must be! Lord Shiva himself is said to have burned the dung of his bull, Nandi, and rubbed its ash over his body. That ash, believed to protect against cold, heat, and illness, is why the Naga sadhus are always covered in it. Yet even these things, once regarded as life-giving for the soil, have now come under attack.
In Jamshedpur, it seems there are about 350 cowsheds. The city has been complaining that the dung and slurry from these sheds are making the town dirty! So, the municipal committee there has apparently decided to declare it a ‘cow-dung-free city’ (as reported in Prajavani, 3 February 201
. But when cow dung and slurry are poured into cement pits, onto tar roads, or down the drains, it disrupts the natural process of creating humus — the living matter that enriches the soil. When pigs and stray dogs play about in it, flies and worms breed, and the stench grows worse. Cattle-rearing itself has declined, while machine-driven farming has increased. The cowsheds have been turned into poultry farms. Fields without manure are turning barren. At such a time, cow dung is worth its weight in gold. Even if you go searching with cash in hand, you won’t easily find natural fertiliser. If whatever dung is still available were properly collected and used for farming, prosperity would return.
You know the saying — ‘What does a donkey know of the scent of perfume?’ In the same way, only a farmer who tills the soil knows the true value — the fragrance — of cow dung. Ask any farmer’s wife, and she’ll tell you herself:
“The hand that churned butter carries the scent of musk;
Basavanna [founder of the Lingayats], your hand that anointed with cow dung is holy;
The hand of Esala Yalakka [fertility and farming goddess] holds sanctity too —
Thus she spoke of the purity of cow dung.
And hear what the cow says to those who wrinkle their noses at its dung:
‘When left untouched, I am mere dung.
When you shape me, I become a brick.
When you burn me, I turn to sacred ash for your forehead.
When you spread me, I become the richest manure.
Tell me, O human — which of these am I to you?’
The value of cow dung is not limited to farming alone — it extends to science as well. You may be surprised to learn that during nuclear radiation leaks, cow dung has the capacity to absorb dangerous alpha, beta, and gamma rays. It is even used in atomic research centres for protective purposes. And would you believe — the British are said to have used cow dung to weaken the native princely states of India! When the British found they could not defeat the warrior queen Kittur Chennamma in open battle, they resorted to deceit. Through traitors within Kittur, they had cow dung smeared inside the fort’s gunpowder magazine — rendering the gunpowder inert, so it would not explode. By such trickery and treachery, they captured Queen Chennamma. In those days, it was the British who placed a supari—a bounty, a contract—to destroy our strength by turning our own cow dung against us. [This did apparently happen, but it was not a British idea - two of her chieftans chose to betray her in this way]
And now, our own people are doing the same — giving out supari to wipe cow dung from the face of the earth. Agricultural scientists warn that the day cow dung, honey, and frogs disappear from this planet, we must understand that agriculture itself has come to an end. In just one gram of dung from an indigenous cow, there are between 30 and 50 billion microorganisms, all vital to maintaining the fertility of the soil. The pure urine of the cow contains minerals and antibacterial properties; it is said that drinking it or bathing in it increases immunity. Last year, the Railway Department purchased 3,500 truckloads of cow dung for cleaning its bio-toilets. Cow dung is now also being used to produce biogas for cooking.
When we were children, on our way to school we would often come across the village’s free-roaming cattle. They would be returning from grazing in the scrublands, their hides glistening in the sun. We would leap nimbly over the fresh cow pats they left scattered across the road. But today, if you go to the village, there are no cattle at all. The roads are choked with vehicles instead — smoke, dust, and noise everywhere. It used to be common to see the walls of village homes neatly plastered with round cow-dung cakes, like flatbreads stuck up to dry. Every backyard had its kulbanas — little heaps of dung stored for fuel. The very word kulllu (dung cake) brings to mind the festival of Holi. About a week before the full-moon of Holi, we children would begin our divine little mission — stealing dung cakes from neighbours’ backyards for the Kamadahana fire. If we were caught, the elders would give us a good beating! Yet even that mischief had something sacred about it. Now, one can’t even find enough cow dung to make the effigy of Gullavva [local prosperity Goddess] for the village fair. For festivals, initiation rites, sacred fires, and household rituals, people are ordering dried dung cakes online — from Amazon, no less! The cows and the courtyards have vanished from our homes, and with them, a whole way of life.
There is no longer any question of smearing the ground with cow dung. Everything now is cement, tar, and tiles. But for farmers, cow dung was once their goddess Lakshmi herself — the source of prosperity. There was a time when people kept entire herds of cattle simply to collect this dung. For farming and for good harvests, cow-dung manure is indispensable. To protect the crops from pests, the slurry from the cowshed must be used. Cattle — once inseparable from a farmer’s life — were known as Kamadhenu, the wish-fulfilling cow. From this divine creature came the dung that plastered the walls and floors of homes, and the urine that was used to purify them. Cow dung, they said, strengthens the body’s defences; cow urine kills germs. Because of this, mosquitoes and flies would never trouble the household — or so the elders believed. Once, I asked the science writer Nagesh Hegde, ‘What can be done to improve children’s immunity these days?’ He replied, ‘Let children play in the soil and the cow dung.’ But what would the silly folk who cover their noses at the very mention of dung know of such things? Only the goddess Yellamma herself would understand its true sanctity.”
A hit job against the dung-smeared one himself!
One day, my grandmother was washing the baby's cradle (the kulavi) in the gvaata. (Gvaata refers to the pit dug at the slope behind the cowshed, where the cows are tied; it collects the urine that drains down there) I scolded her, saying, ‘Oh for heaven’s sake, Grandma! You’re washing the baby’s cradle in the gvaata! Have you lost all your sense or what? My grandmother snapped at me, saying, ‘What do you know, child? Be quiet and go away!’ The cradle cloths that the babies’ heads rested on would get greasy with the coconut oil applied to their scalps, forming a sticky layer. Germs could collect in that layer and cause sores on the babies’ heads. So she was doing it to prevent that.
Cow urine, you see, is believed to have warming and antiseptic properties. Coconut oil is considered cooling. To balance this effect, they would wash and dry the baby’s cradle cloths in gvaata (the cow-urine pit) before using them again. The sludge that collected in the pit would then be scooped out and added to the manure heap, producing a compost as rich as fertiliser. Even today, cow urine is used in villages as a remedy for coughs, colds, fevers, and skin diseases. During the upanayana [basically like a Hindu bar mitzvah], the vatu—the initiate— is given panchagavya to drink, a sacred mixture of cow dung (segani), cow urine, milk, curd, and ghee.
The naked ascetics known as Naga sadhus observe the festival of Holi by smearing their bodies with cow dung and the slurry from the cowshed. In some villages of Gadag district in northern Karnataka, there is a custom on the fifth day of the festival to throw cow dung at one another. Near Chamarajanagar, in the village of Gumatapura, people celebrate the Cow Festival during Diwali by coating themselves all over with cow dung. Imagine, then, how sacred and significant these substances—cow dung and cowshed slurry—must be! Lord Shiva himself is said to have burned the dung of his bull, Nandi, and rubbed its ash over his body. That ash, believed to protect against cold, heat, and illness, is why the Naga sadhus are always covered in it. Yet even these things, once regarded as life-giving for the soil, have now come under attack.
In Jamshedpur, it seems there are about 350 cowsheds. The city has been complaining that the dung and slurry from these sheds are making the town dirty! So, the municipal committee there has apparently decided to declare it a ‘cow-dung-free city’ (as reported in Prajavani, 3 February 201
. But when cow dung and slurry are poured into cement pits, onto tar roads, or down the drains, it disrupts the natural process of creating humus — the living matter that enriches the soil. When pigs and stray dogs play about in it, flies and worms breed, and the stench grows worse. Cattle-rearing itself has declined, while machine-driven farming has increased. The cowsheds have been turned into poultry farms. Fields without manure are turning barren. At such a time, cow dung is worth its weight in gold. Even if you go searching with cash in hand, you won’t easily find natural fertiliser. If whatever dung is still available were properly collected and used for farming, prosperity would return. You know the saying — ‘What does a donkey know of the scent of perfume?’ In the same way, only a farmer who tills the soil knows the true value — the fragrance — of cow dung. Ask any farmer’s wife, and she’ll tell you herself:
“The hand that churned butter carries the scent of musk;
Basavanna [founder of the Lingayats], your hand that anointed with cow dung is holy;
The hand of Esala Yalakka [fertility and farming goddess] holds sanctity too —
Thus she spoke of the purity of cow dung.
And hear what the cow says to those who wrinkle their noses at its dung:
‘When left untouched, I am mere dung.
When you shape me, I become a brick.
When you burn me, I turn to sacred ash for your forehead.
When you spread me, I become the richest manure.
Tell me, O human — which of these am I to you?’
The value of cow dung is not limited to farming alone — it extends to science as well. You may be surprised to learn that during nuclear radiation leaks, cow dung has the capacity to absorb dangerous alpha, beta, and gamma rays. It is even used in atomic research centres for protective purposes. And would you believe — the British are said to have used cow dung to weaken the native princely states of India! When the British found they could not defeat the warrior queen Kittur Chennamma in open battle, they resorted to deceit. Through traitors within Kittur, they had cow dung smeared inside the fort’s gunpowder magazine — rendering the gunpowder inert, so it would not explode. By such trickery and treachery, they captured Queen Chennamma. In those days, it was the British who placed a supari—a bounty, a contract—to destroy our strength by turning our own cow dung against us. [This did apparently happen, but it was not a British idea - two of her chieftans chose to betray her in this way]
And now, our own people are doing the same — giving out supari to wipe cow dung from the face of the earth. Agricultural scientists warn that the day cow dung, honey, and frogs disappear from this planet, we must understand that agriculture itself has come to an end. In just one gram of dung from an indigenous cow, there are between 30 and 50 billion microorganisms, all vital to maintaining the fertility of the soil. The pure urine of the cow contains minerals and antibacterial properties; it is said that drinking it or bathing in it increases immunity. Last year, the Railway Department purchased 3,500 truckloads of cow dung for cleaning its bio-toilets. Cow dung is now also being used to produce biogas for cooking.
When we were children, on our way to school we would often come across the village’s free-roaming cattle. They would be returning from grazing in the scrublands, their hides glistening in the sun. We would leap nimbly over the fresh cow pats they left scattered across the road. But today, if you go to the village, there are no cattle at all. The roads are choked with vehicles instead — smoke, dust, and noise everywhere. It used to be common to see the walls of village homes neatly plastered with round cow-dung cakes, like flatbreads stuck up to dry. Every backyard had its kulbanas — little heaps of dung stored for fuel. The very word kulllu (dung cake) brings to mind the festival of Holi. About a week before the full-moon of Holi, we children would begin our divine little mission — stealing dung cakes from neighbours’ backyards for the Kamadahana fire. If we were caught, the elders would give us a good beating! Yet even that mischief had something sacred about it. Now, one can’t even find enough cow dung to make the effigy of Gullavva [local prosperity Goddess] for the village fair. For festivals, initiation rites, sacred fires, and household rituals, people are ordering dried dung cakes online — from Amazon, no less! The cows and the courtyards have vanished from our homes, and with them, a whole way of life.
There is no longer any question of smearing the ground with cow dung. Everything now is cement, tar, and tiles. But for farmers, cow dung was once their goddess Lakshmi herself — the source of prosperity. There was a time when people kept entire herds of cattle simply to collect this dung. For farming and for good harvests, cow-dung manure is indispensable. To protect the crops from pests, the slurry from the cowshed must be used. Cattle — once inseparable from a farmer’s life — were known as Kamadhenu, the wish-fulfilling cow. From this divine creature came the dung that plastered the walls and floors of homes, and the urine that was used to purify them. Cow dung, they said, strengthens the body’s defences; cow urine kills germs. Because of this, mosquitoes and flies would never trouble the household — or so the elders believed. Once, I asked the science writer Nagesh Hegde, ‘What can be done to improve children’s immunity these days?’ He replied, ‘Let children play in the soil and the cow dung.’ But what would the silly folk who cover their noses at the very mention of dung know of such things? Only the goddess Yellamma herself would understand its true sanctity.”
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Iced thallium matcha
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This is actually a common thing. Not JEET but I’ve seen a couple of these like it in the wild myself . Jeets love getting vanity plates with their name on them for their crappy Tesla or Honda civic to “Flex”.
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I'd love to be the person doing that. Oh you want to talk shit back to me? Ok well I have marked you down as a refusal to pay and I'm moving forward with foreclosure, you have 2 weeks to pack your shit and leave. Oh yea also you still owe us all your money too
How the fuck can you capitalise every word in your 'headline' and somehow still not fucking capitalise a name properly? And why would someone who joined onlyfans upload videos to pornhub? Any why would an article from 2019 call him 'famous' when he only started posting in 2018 and only got popular in like 2022? Truly the most 75 average iq shit you could do. Chatgpt could probably make a better fake headline and generate an image of it than this.
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Found a video of a poojeet getting scared of a snake after snake charming and playing his fucking poojeet instrument (idk wtf its called)
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I genuinely think the reason why it takes like a thousand pajeets in a telegram channel to come up with a single anti-White meme about cuckolding or onlyfans or whatever is because if a single pajeet was given the task, his little brain would shoot out sparks and pops and fry itself. Their telegrams function kind of like an AI datacenter that only generates pictures and reports twitter posts en-masse, but instead of servers and computers it's full of stinky retards.
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j Ah, I look forward to people acting surprised that JD, Hindu Vance and Donald celebrates Little Indian Blood Festival's Trump aren't going to deal with the Indian menace. She literally hired a pejeta. If you're wondering why Indians can fire you and hire Indians without. Consequence. You can look at the head of the Civil Rights Division. But don't worry. Lebron's Age Purple Network, funded by billionaire Peter Theo, will continue defending Trump.
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"It's illegal to discriminate" except jeets do it to everyone else literally all the time on a massive, wide scale. Their ethnic favoritism is on a scale that isn't replicated by any other race/ethnicity or national origin. I'm tired of anyone who tries to gunt guard.
Yes, it's all of them because even the "nice" ones benefit from all the bullshit. That is how it always goes. And they're only ever upset and "one of the good ones" when people start paying attention to all the schemes.
Yes, it's all of them because even the "nice" ones benefit from all the bullshit. That is how it always goes. And they're only ever upset and "one of the good ones" when people start paying attention to all the schemes.
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DesTINY/DGGers most affected. And probably some others too, IDK.Soon.
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What an infernal sound, it actually woke up my cat (who happily sleeps through full hardstyle concerts).
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Im sorry for waking up your cat with that post, any audible thing that comes from the poojeets is earrape to any type of person, be they white, nigger, beaners, or the multiple flavors of asian.