yoder dies in railgun accident
Nazi_Marxist
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3 yr. ago
Theodan has tweeted: "Gondor can't even protect itself from mass orc immigration from shithole Mordor. SAD"
>shithole Mordor. SAD"
"The best year to be a hippie was 1965, but then there was not much to write about, because not much was happening in public and most of what was happening in private was illegal…"
DEATH OF RICHARD NIXON: NOTES ON THE PASSING OF AN AMERICAN MONSTER…. HE WAS A LIAR AND A QUITTER, AND HE SHOULD HAVE BEEN BURIED AT SEA
"And he cried mightily with a strong voice, saying, Babylon the great is fallen, is fallen, and is become the habitation of devils, and the hold of every foul spirit and a cage of every unclean and hateful bird."
—Revelation 18:2
Richard Nixon is gone now, and I am poorer for it. He was the real thing – a political monster straight out of Grendel and a very dangerous enemy. He could shake your hand and stab you in the back at the same time. He lied to his friends and betrayed the trust of his family.
Not even Gerald Ford, the unhappy ex-president who pardoned Nixon and kept him out of prison, was immune to the evil fallout. Ford, who believes strongly in Heaven and Hell, has told more than one of his celebrity golf partners that "I know I will go to hell, because I pardoned Richard Nixon."
I have had my own bloody relationship with Nixon for many years, but I am not worried about it landing me in hell with him. I have already been there with that bastard, and I am a better person for it. Nixon had the unique ability to make his enemies seem honorable, and we developed a keen sense of fraternity. Some of my best friends have hated Nixon all their lives. My mother hates Nixon, my son hates Nixon, I hate Nixon, and this hatred has brought us together.
It was Richard Nixon who got me into politics, and now that he's gone, I feel lonely. He was a giant in his way. As long as Nixon was politically alive and he was, all the way to the end we could always be sure of finding the enemy on the Low Road. There was no need to look anywhere else for the evil bastard. He had the fighting instincts of a badger trapped by hounds. The badger will roll over on its back and emit a smell of death, which confuses the dogs and lures them in for the traditional ripping and tearing action. But it is usually the badger who does the ripping and tearing. It is a beast that fights best on its back: rolling under the throat of the enemy and seizing it by the head with all four claws.
comey fires out _ranus
comey probe launches out _ranus
>comey fires out _ranus
>comey probe launches out _ranus
after rushin attak cross border south
france liberal surrender
For all its uninhibited tone and its sardonic humor
Thompson's book is a thoughtful piece of work. . . He was
not gulled by their self-conscious shock tactics or the
mountebank obscenities they practice in public.
buttplugger anounces putin pulls out from southern border
> know Russian well enough to know
>He was
>not gulled by their self-conscious shock tactics or the
>mountebank obscenities they practice in public.
On another Saturday he might have slept until two or
three in the afternoon, then gone out again, with a dozen or
so of the brethren, to find the Diablos and whip them down
to jelly. But a Labor Day Run is the biggest event on the
Hell's Angels calendar; it is the annual gathering of the
whole outlaw clan, a massive three-day drunk that nearly
always results in some wild, free-swinging action and
another rude shock for the squares. No Angel would miss it
for any reason except jail or crippling injury. The Labor Day
Run is the outlaws' answer to New Year's Eve; it is a time
for sharing the wine jug, pummeling old friends, random
fornication and general full-dress madness. Depending on
the weather and how many long-distance calls are made
the week before, anywhere from two hundred to a thousand
outlaws will show up, half of them already drunk by the time
they get there.
By nine o'clock that morning both Terry and Scraggs
were on their feet. Vengeance on the Diablos could wait.
Today, the run. Terry lit a cigarette, examined the bumps
and welts on his body, then pulled on a pair of crusty Levi's,
heavy black boots, no underwear and a red sweatshirt
smelling of old wine and human grease. Scraggs drank a
beer while his wife heated water for instant coffee. The
children had been put with relatives the night before. The
sun was hot outside. Across the Bay, San Francisco was
still covered in a late-lifting fog. The bikes were gassed and
polished. All that remained was the gathering of any loose
money or marijuana that might be lying around, lashing the
sleeping bags to the bikes and donning the infamous
colors.
The all-important colors. . . the uniform, as it were,
the crucial identity. . . which the Attorney General of
California has described with considerable accuracy in a
fuzzy but much-quoted official document titled The Hell's
Angels Motorcycle Clubs.
The emblem of the Hell's Angels, termed colors,
consists of an embroidered patch of a winged skull wearing
a motorcycle helmet. Just below the wing of the emblem
are the letters MC. Over this is a band bearing the words
Hell's Angels. Below the emblem is another patch bearing
the local chapter name, which is usually an abbreviation for
the city or locality. These patches are sewn on the back of a
usually sleeveless denim jacket. In addition, members have
been observed wearing various types of Luftwaffe insignia
and reproductions of German Iron Crosses. Many affect
beards and their hair is usually long and unkempt. Some
wear a single earring in a pierced ear lobe. Frequently they
have been observed to wear belts made of a length of
polished motorcycle drive chain which can be unhooked
and used as a flexible bludgeon.
The Hell's Angels seem to have a preference for
large heavy-duty American-made motorcycles [Harley-
Davidsons]. Club members usually use a nickname,
designated as their legal name, and are carried on club
rolls under that name. Some clubs provide that initiates
shall be tattooed, the cost of which is included in the
initiation fee. Probably the most universal common
denominator in identification of Hell's Angels is their
generally filthy condition. Investigating officers consistently
report these people, both club members and their female
associates, seem badly in need of a bath. Fingerprints are
a very effective means of identification because a high
percentage of Hell's Angels have criminal records.
Some members of the Hell's Angels as well as
members of other disreputable motorcycle clubs belong to
what is alleged to be an elite group termed One
Percenters, which meets monthly at various places in
California. The local Hell's Angels clubs usually meet
weekly. . . Requirements for membership or authority to
wear the 1%-er badge are unknown at this time. . . Another
patch worn by some members bears the number 13. It is
reported to represent the thirteenth letter of the alphabet, M,
which in turn stands for marijuana and indicates the wearer
thereof is a user of the drug.
This compact description of rancid, criminal
sleaziness is substantially correct except for the hocus-
pocus about the one percenters.AllAngels wear this patch,
as do most other outlaws, and all it means is that they are
proud to be part of the alleged one percent of bike riders
whom the American Motorcycle Association refuses to
claim. The AMA is the sporting arm of the Motorcycle,
Scooter and Allied Trades Association, a fast-growing
motorcycle lobby that is seeking desperately to establish a
respectable image – an image the Hell's Angels have
consistently queered. We condemn them, says an AMA
director. They'd be condemned if they rode horses, mules,
surfboards, bicycles or skateboards. Regretfully, they
picked motorcycles.
Gonzo Papers, Vol. 2: Generation of Swine: Tales of Shame and Degradation in the '80s is a book by the American writer and journalist Hunter S. Thompson, originally published in 1988. The book contains 100 of Thompson's columns that appeared from September 1985 to November 1988 in the San Francisco Examiner, which discuss the politics and culture of the 1980s, with significant coverage of the Iran-Contra Affair, and Gary Hart's run for president.
He predicts that the Democrats will self-destruct in the 1988 presidential campaign. He also makes bets about the Democratic Party candidates odds of winning their elections. People he dislikes are described as "money-sucking animals," "brainless freaks," "geeks," "greed-crazed lunatics" and so on. Thompson also quotes from the Bible's Book of Revelation in many instances.
It is the second volume of the four-volume The Gonzo Papers series. Besides the first six columns (which front-load the collection by setting up the overtly political aspect of the book's main topics), the columns are presented in chronological order.
One oft-quoted, and misquoted,[1] passage from Volume 2 is about the television broadcasting business, specifically television journalism:
The TV business is uglier than most things. It is normally perceived as some kind of cruel and shallow money trench through the heart of the journalism industry, a long plastic hallway where thieves and pimps run free and good men die like dogs, for no good reason.[2]
>shake in the bush
> watch the bullshit
> Elon pulls out
>"Nothing can stop what is coming
>"Nothing can stop what is coming