Abandon All Hope All Ye Who Enter Here
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Tuesday, October 5, 2010
The man walks through the sunken moor
Thoughts drift from his paramour
A vicious strain of tainted wonder
Tearing forlorn soul asunder
He knows his heart contains the key
The mystery to end all thought
Its answer thus, cannot be bought
It must be found it must be sought
The search for such has long begot
A thousand different answers such
Choose mine, choose that, the others suck
Arrogance within must truly bind
He alone can choose the path
Once forward stepped, cannot go back
He alone can choose the truth
The greatest power’s his, forsooth
I alone can see beneath
I perceive which others sheathe
Humility: a certain lie
He can’t escape and dare not try
The power’s too great, a glowing mantle
‘Neath the surface, drown the candle
The man can walk the man can choose
And from his mouth it falls: a tooth
Another drops into the sand
His blood spills out onto the land
Along the path there lies a heap
Of blood and bones and bugs that creep
Up soiled ribs and tattered shirt
As he sinks into the dirt
A house built on itself will fall
Your house is built on naught at all
Please, Don't Care Enough to Read This
It's only natural for people not not give a flying fuck over the things that don't concern them. I don't really care what purses are released this year, what the latest chatter about Brangelina might be, and I don't really want to know what new faggy Indie band that plays songs that are "Omg, so random and just like" might be coming out.

I don't expect other people to give a shit one way or the other about things that I find interesting. Not many people give a fuck if the HK416 has a roller-locking bolt just like the MP5 and a short-stroke piston enabling it to avoid gas buildup and making it much more durable and reliable than the M4, which it was slated to replace.
No one gives a fuck, and if you're still reading, you're probably just blurbing over stuff now, hoping that I will make a comment that is at least somewhat pertinent to your life.
I could have started with an anecdote to get you an emotional connection to something. I could have tried to stagger you with statistics, but these options are both fairly stupid. The world is so big that of course something terrible happened to someone, that you can spend paragraph upon paragraph expounding upon the depressing qualities of their life. In fact, the world is so fucking big, of course there are bad things going on, and lots of them and my life is full of too many pressing engagements to be bothered with your big talk and even bigger numbers.
18,000 kids starve to death every day? Well my stomach hurts because I ate too much banana bread. Try living with that.
And if you have a superhuman attention span and are still reading, you probably expected that I was going to make THE BIG POINT and get to the real meat of my argument and tell you what you need to know.
What a gullible loser you are. Instead, I copypasted a news article about Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie's most-recently acquired mansion in Italy and a picture that could mean anything. Have a nice day.
Celebrity couple Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie have bought a 40-million-dollar mansion in Italy - the couple''s third home.
They own a luxurious Los Angeles mansion and a 3.5 million dollar French-style home in New Orleans, reports the Daily Mail.
Situated in the Northern Italian hills of Valpolicella, the property boasts 18,000 square feet and 15 bedrooms, seven baths, a movie theater, two swimming pools, a gym and several Jacuzzis.
The property also has stables and a vineyard.
Jolie apparently fell in love with Italy after filming ''The Tourist'' there earlier this year.
She and Brad intend to use the Italian property as a vacation home and continue to use their Loz Feliz house as their main base
I don't expect other people to give a shit one way or the other about things that I find interesting. Not many people give a fuck if the HK416 has a roller-locking bolt just like the MP5 and a short-stroke piston enabling it to avoid gas buildup and making it much more durable and reliable than the M4, which it was slated to replace.
No one gives a fuck, and if you're still reading, you're probably just blurbing over stuff now, hoping that I will make a comment that is at least somewhat pertinent to your life.
I could have started with an anecdote to get you an emotional connection to something. I could have tried to stagger you with statistics, but these options are both fairly stupid. The world is so big that of course something terrible happened to someone, that you can spend paragraph upon paragraph expounding upon the depressing qualities of their life. In fact, the world is so fucking big, of course there are bad things going on, and lots of them and my life is full of too many pressing engagements to be bothered with your big talk and even bigger numbers.
18,000 kids starve to death every day? Well my stomach hurts because I ate too much banana bread. Try living with that.
And if you have a superhuman attention span and are still reading, you probably expected that I was going to make THE BIG POINT and get to the real meat of my argument and tell you what you need to know.
What a gullible loser you are. Instead, I copypasted a news article about Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie's most-recently acquired mansion in Italy and a picture that could mean anything. Have a nice day.
Celebrity couple Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie have bought a 40-million-dollar mansion in Italy - the couple''s third home.
They own a luxurious Los Angeles mansion and a 3.5 million dollar French-style home in New Orleans, reports the Daily Mail.
Situated in the Northern Italian hills of Valpolicella, the property boasts 18,000 square feet and 15 bedrooms, seven baths, a movie theater, two swimming pools, a gym and several Jacuzzis.
The property also has stables and a vineyard.
Jolie apparently fell in love with Italy after filming ''The Tourist'' there earlier this year.
She and Brad intend to use the Italian property as a vacation home and continue to use their Loz Feliz house as their main base
Monday, July 26, 2010
i am a conservative asshole
So I was browsing the internet today to find a suitable picture to photoshop my friend Natalie in. As I was carousing the internet, I googled "vietnam killing fields" to obtain a suitable image. This picture
caught my eye and I decided I had to have this particular subject as my background.
I finished my photoshopping and went back to Internet Explorer (greatest browser of all time) to close my tabs. I glanced down the page and saw the pictures of the Abu Gharib prison scandal at the bottom. I chanced a read at the text on the side and was overcome by the amount of leftist faggottry the little douche was spewing.
He describes Abu Gharib as the United States' black eye from the Iraq conflict and what a travesty these images were. He goes on to state that it was these photographs release during 2004 that led to the public's approval rating's descent to forty-percent.
He says "The shocking thing is that many Americans actually approve of the photos and think 'we should torture Iraqis!'"
What the idiots Canadians at the Toronto Art Gallery (a page with this much bullshit on it could only come from Canada) fail to recognize is that this attitude is exactly the kind of response we need.
Unfortunately, the gutless American public saw a few pictures of naked terrorists being humiliated and subjected to embarrassment and they got butthurt for the very assholes that would just as happily slit their throat and rape their 12-year old daughter before they slashed her carotids open too.
We saw images of humiliation and we cried that the occupation be halted. Every day, we hammered the Islamic bastards into the ground and the American public grew more and more horrified. The US' resolve at the start of Gulf War II was replaced with simpering faggottry and we pulled out our forces a few years later.
Torture is not a pretty thing. It's cruel, violent, and messy. War is not a pretty thing either. It's cruel, violent, and messy beyond all meaning of the words. What happened in Abu-Gharib doesn't even come close to torture, though.
In these images, we don't see fingernails getting ripped out. We don't see glass shafts being inserted into penises and then snapped. We don't see eyes getting gouged out. We don't see burning or stabbing.
We see a man on a box in a blanket with monitors on him to make sure his vitals stay stable.

We see a naked man being ridiculed

and we see a guy lying on the ground wearing a dog leash.

THIS IS NOT TORTURE!!!!!
It doesn't come CLOSE to being torture. Humiliating? Yes. Cruel? Yes. Torture? FUCK NO!
The asshats in the leftist-dominated American media and doucheholes like the Toronto Art Museum came waving their banners of atrocity because we were MEAN to the terrorists and their supporters that we caught. The socialist bastards felt sorry for the pieces of dogshit that were trying to blow our men and women overseas into little pieces.
Let's take a look at what Al Qaeda likes to do interrogate their prisoners.

Or they just behead them and upload the video to Al Jezeera.
When the images from Abu Gharib were released, we should have been proud that the worst we were doing was subjecting the Islamic extremist scum was dog leashes and waterboarding.
I looked farther up the page and saw the all-time classic picture of Che Guevara. Keep in mind that this is on the page entitled "Iconic Images of War."
Whoever wrote the articles stayed true to their communist colors when they typed this article and spent well over a page detailing the wonders of their beloved Guevara, sucking his dick with their worshipful comments and extolling his godliness.
They must have forgotten Mr. Guevara's quote
They must have forgotten that it was Mr. Guevara who presided as judge, jury, and executioner after the Batistan government was overthrown.
They must have forgotten that it was Che Guevara who ordered women and children as young as 14 from the "bourgeois" into forced labor camps that were on par with the death camps in Japan. Special detail at the camps was appointed to deal with what Che saw as the “Gay Problem”, and journalists were given no free voice as promised.
These are the same people that stand outside US embassies and chant "death to America" while burning American flags.
Death to Che Guevara and the little bastards that spit at returning US troops while wearing shifts emblazoned with his face. Death to the Canadians at the Toronto Museum of Art and put their flag at half-mast for the terrorist that died accidentally during interrogation at Abu-Gharib. Death to the scum that clap and cheer every time an Islamic extremist blows himself up in a crowded market killing women, children, and non-combatant US forces.
Death to them all.
caught my eye and I decided I had to have this particular subject as my background.
I finished my photoshopping and went back to Internet Explorer (greatest browser of all time) to close my tabs. I glanced down the page and saw the pictures of the Abu Gharib prison scandal at the bottom. I chanced a read at the text on the side and was overcome by the amount of leftist faggottry the little douche was spewing.
He describes Abu Gharib as the United States' black eye from the Iraq conflict and what a travesty these images were. He goes on to state that it was these photographs release during 2004 that led to the public's approval rating's descent to forty-percent.
He says "The shocking thing is that many Americans actually approve of the photos and think 'we should torture Iraqis!'"
What the idiots Canadians at the Toronto Art Gallery (a page with this much bullshit on it could only come from Canada) fail to recognize is that this attitude is exactly the kind of response we need.
Unfortunately, the gutless American public saw a few pictures of naked terrorists being humiliated and subjected to embarrassment and they got butthurt for the very assholes that would just as happily slit their throat and rape their 12-year old daughter before they slashed her carotids open too.
We saw images of humiliation and we cried that the occupation be halted. Every day, we hammered the Islamic bastards into the ground and the American public grew more and more horrified. The US' resolve at the start of Gulf War II was replaced with simpering faggottry and we pulled out our forces a few years later.
Torture is not a pretty thing. It's cruel, violent, and messy. War is not a pretty thing either. It's cruel, violent, and messy beyond all meaning of the words. What happened in Abu-Gharib doesn't even come close to torture, though.
In these images, we don't see fingernails getting ripped out. We don't see glass shafts being inserted into penises and then snapped. We don't see eyes getting gouged out. We don't see burning or stabbing.
We see a man on a box in a blanket with monitors on him to make sure his vitals stay stable.
We see a naked man being ridiculed
and we see a guy lying on the ground wearing a dog leash.
THIS IS NOT TORTURE!!!!!
It doesn't come CLOSE to being torture. Humiliating? Yes. Cruel? Yes. Torture? FUCK NO!
The asshats in the leftist-dominated American media and doucheholes like the Toronto Art Museum came waving their banners of atrocity because we were MEAN to the terrorists and their supporters that we caught. The socialist bastards felt sorry for the pieces of dogshit that were trying to blow our men and women overseas into little pieces.
Let's take a look at what Al Qaeda likes to do interrogate their prisoners.
Or they just behead them and upload the video to Al Jezeera.
When the images from Abu Gharib were released, we should have been proud that the worst we were doing was subjecting the Islamic extremist scum was dog leashes and waterboarding.
I looked farther up the page and saw the all-time classic picture of Che Guevara. Keep in mind that this is on the page entitled "Iconic Images of War."
Whoever wrote the articles stayed true to their communist colors when they typed this article and spent well over a page detailing the wonders of their beloved Guevara, sucking his dick with their worshipful comments and extolling his godliness.
They must have forgotten Mr. Guevara's quote
“To send men to the firing squad, judicial proof is unnecessary. … These are the procedures of the bourgeois detail. This is a revolution! And a revolutionary must become a cold killing machine motivated by pure hate. We must create the teaching of the Wall!”
They must have forgotten that it was Mr. Guevara who presided as judge, jury, and executioner after the Batistan government was overthrown.
They must have forgotten that it was Che Guevara who ordered women and children as young as 14 from the "bourgeois" into forced labor camps that were on par with the death camps in Japan. Special detail at the camps was appointed to deal with what Che saw as the “Gay Problem”, and journalists were given no free voice as promised.
These are the same people that stand outside US embassies and chant "death to America" while burning American flags.
Death to Che Guevara and the little bastards that spit at returning US troops while wearing shifts emblazoned with his face. Death to the Canadians at the Toronto Museum of Art and put their flag at half-mast for the terrorist that died accidentally during interrogation at Abu-Gharib. Death to the scum that clap and cheer every time an Islamic extremist blows himself up in a crowded market killing women, children, and non-combatant US forces.
Death to them all.
Friday, July 23, 2010
Let's start with a charming, little story
The world is broken and everything is evil. People are evil, things are evil. People were made to love, and they hate. Things were made to work, and they break. People were made to live and they die. All is evil, all is corrupted. There is no special box in which you can hide where you can escape from the pain of existing.
You can hide on a college campus behind a P.h.D. and drown your students in your sloppy ideals of how people are basically good creatures. You can drive an 'environmentally friendly' car to cut down on all those nasty greenhouse gases. You can even marry a beautiful woman and have a nice, two-story home in the suburbs with environmentally-friendly lighting. You can pay off your mortgage, buy a dog, and live the American dream...
...and then life catches up. You fail one of the little scum-sucking leeches in your class because they don't know how to work and they come back to campus with a gun and give you and four of your students some .45 caliber dental work. Your wife drives your environmentally-friendly SmartCar to the hospital to read your unconscious ass a book of poetry written by another comatose liberal like yourself. On the way, she gets T-boned by a semi-driver who doesn't see the tuna can she's driving behind the hood ornament on his eighty-thousand-pound, nuclear waste hazmat vehicle.
The tangle of plastic and toothpicks that was your SmartCar combined with the jumble of bones and cartilage that was your trophy wife is just enough to blow out all the tires on the right side of the 1998 Freightliner Century and it careens off an embankment and into a river. The cancer rate in the rural communities downstream of the crash quadruples.
The tofu turkey your wife was cooking bursts into flames as she's floating downstream with the radioactive waste and oil spilled by the environmentally unfriendly accident and catches your house on fire. Your two-thousand-dollar Golden Retriever gets fried to a nice golden brown in your dining room along with a framed copy of your Doctorate in Bullshit and the magazines where you have published articles about how we can save the planet with economically friendly light bulbs. The bulbs themselves burst, releasing poisonous mercury into the atmosphere and contribute to mutated seagulls off the coast of guam.
The drunk truck driver swims to shore and sobers up before stumbling into an ER. He is released two days later with some slight bruising and scrapes.
Your least-favorite student spends two years in a mental institution and goes to work for your college as a janitor where he works happily for the next 45 years, writing crime-novels in his spare time.
The end. Welcome to my blog.
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