Sunday, March 31, 2013
Chiune Sugihara. This man saved 6000 Jews. He
was a Japanese diplomat in Lithuania. When the Nazis began rounding up
Jews, Sugihara risked his life to start issuing unlawful travel visas to
Jews. He hand-wrote them 18 hrs a day.
The day his consulate closed and he had to evacuate, witnesses claim he
was STILL writing visas and throwing from the train as he pulled away.
He saved 6000 lives. The world didn't know what he'd done until Israel
honored him in 1985, the year before he died.
One person can make a difference, never forget that.
One person can make a difference, never forget that.
Sunday, March 24, 2013
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Saturday, March 2, 2013
"No Really,..I Want to Have Babies"
I want to have babies. Okay let me explain. I want to have babies.
I'm real good at taking care of them, and all the crying, and nappies
full of yellow crap never bothered me,..who knows why. Well actually I
know.
In another life it's likely I was a mommy with a bleeping huge brood of yammering crapping kiddies hanging on to my apron. Anyway that's what I think. It's one of them spiritual things.
I'm just good with kids..probably genetic. I was swell raising my two sisters kiddies, and they've since grown up to make scads more dough than me so I guess I did a reasonable job.
I love all the chaos, and wonder of them little guys running around nearly getting themselves killed. However they didn't because I had good kiddie radar, and was always at the right place, and right time to keep them safe, and noisy.
No I never did that "Sesame Street" condescending crap.
Gimme a break. Naw it was a steady diet of the 1940's, and 50's Warner Brothers Acme cartoons for them. Good enuff for me good enuff for them! Ah how we thrilled to "Wile E. Coyote" get smashed to jelly again, and again. If that ain't ain't a great lesson on how the world really works I don't know what is
Well that, and them Acme products that explode slice dice, and generally create handy, and useful deranged mayhem as needed.
All that, and the swell feeling of love, and assorted un-namable emotions ya gets as the little maniacs are asleep in your weary arms.
So yeah Queer pervert Commie pornographer layabout that I am give me your kiddies, and I'll do them right. Btw I'm real swell at story telling, and lullaby's.
Btw I also would really love to be a Queer Scout Den Mother. I'd be especially good at that. I'd teach the dear little Fags all the Queer survival lessons I've learned in a near century of surviving in this demented hell hole.
Stay tuned.
In another life it's likely I was a mommy with a bleeping huge brood of yammering crapping kiddies hanging on to my apron. Anyway that's what I think. It's one of them spiritual things.
I'm just good with kids..probably genetic. I was swell raising my two sisters kiddies, and they've since grown up to make scads more dough than me so I guess I did a reasonable job.
I love all the chaos, and wonder of them little guys running around nearly getting themselves killed. However they didn't because I had good kiddie radar, and was always at the right place, and right time to keep them safe, and noisy.
No I never did that "Sesame Street" condescending crap.
Gimme a break. Naw it was a steady diet of the 1940's, and 50's Warner Brothers Acme cartoons for them. Good enuff for me good enuff for them! Ah how we thrilled to "Wile E. Coyote" get smashed to jelly again, and again. If that ain't ain't a great lesson on how the world really works I don't know what is
Well that, and them Acme products that explode slice dice, and generally create handy, and useful deranged mayhem as needed.
All that, and the swell feeling of love, and assorted un-namable emotions ya gets as the little maniacs are asleep in your weary arms.
So yeah Queer pervert Commie pornographer layabout that I am give me your kiddies, and I'll do them right. Btw I'm real swell at story telling, and lullaby's.
Btw I also would really love to be a Queer Scout Den Mother. I'd be especially good at that. I'd teach the dear little Fags all the Queer survival lessons I've learned in a near century of surviving in this demented hell hole.
Stay tuned.
"It's a Barbie thing"
There's just something about them Barbies that captures the hearts of little girls, and certain Queers everywhere. It's hard to explain. Perhaps it's her impossible figure. One that would instantly kill an actual female. That or the fantasy other worldly reality that she inhabits. This with similar beings from a parallel mammalian evolutionary tree.
The thought just occurred to me.
What would the proto-Barbie look, and act like. The Barbie of pre-history still half covered with fur, and attacking prey with the sharpened thigh bones of wild hyenas.
Good grief.
Imagine the Xmas Holiday Cro-Magnon Barbie set. The box cover art would have Ken's head on a spike while in the foreground Barbie, and her little sister Skipper are wearing animal skins. They'd be in front of a fire eating something suspiciously bi-pedal.
I have a feeling that edition might only be for the serious collector,...like me.
But I digress.
So what's the deal with all this Barbie noise anyway. Well partly Queers like to play with dolls. Sorry that's just the dirty truth of it. Some stereotypes are based in quiet realities...this is for sure one of them. The other is like I say the other worldly aspect.
As had been said,..."I Want to be like Barbie because the Fucking Bitch has Everything!"
That's it in a nutshell the Bitch 'does' have everything. Had a look at her world of ill-gotten goodies lately. The little maniac is the Queen of her Universe! All dolls bow before her. Why? Who the bleep knows She's just Barbie, and what She wants she gets.
I think this appeals to our feeling that we've all been sentenced to a life of dreary crap. All that foul shit, and injustice that we have to swallow. Finally just for fucking once 'we' want to be the absolute total Empress of this bleeding shit hole called Reality.
'We' want all the damned toys, and selfless love pouring our way for a change. Just like that undeserving Barbie bitch has. Yep at last all the damned marbles in 'our' deep pockets.
'Course I could be wrong. Perhaps unhealthy fantasies of cruel power, and material wealth ain't it. Maybe it's just because she's a cute mutant. Anyway I'm a dyed in the woolies doll fan, and a Barbie fruitcake for sure.
More after my meds kick in.
Stay tuned.
The thought just occurred to me.
What would the proto-Barbie look, and act like. The Barbie of pre-history still half covered with fur, and attacking prey with the sharpened thigh bones of wild hyenas.
Good grief.
Imagine the Xmas Holiday Cro-Magnon Barbie set. The box cover art would have Ken's head on a spike while in the foreground Barbie, and her little sister Skipper are wearing animal skins. They'd be in front of a fire eating something suspiciously bi-pedal.
I have a feeling that edition might only be for the serious collector,...like me.
But I digress.
So what's the deal with all this Barbie noise anyway. Well partly Queers like to play with dolls. Sorry that's just the dirty truth of it. Some stereotypes are based in quiet realities...this is for sure one of them. The other is like I say the other worldly aspect.
As had been said,..."I Want to be like Barbie because the Fucking Bitch has Everything!"
That's it in a nutshell the Bitch 'does' have everything. Had a look at her world of ill-gotten goodies lately. The little maniac is the Queen of her Universe! All dolls bow before her. Why? Who the bleep knows She's just Barbie, and what She wants she gets.
I think this appeals to our feeling that we've all been sentenced to a life of dreary crap. All that foul shit, and injustice that we have to swallow. Finally just for fucking once 'we' want to be the absolute total Empress of this bleeding shit hole called Reality.
'We' want all the damned toys, and selfless love pouring our way for a change. Just like that undeserving Barbie bitch has. Yep at last all the damned marbles in 'our' deep pockets.
'Course I could be wrong. Perhaps unhealthy fantasies of cruel power, and material wealth ain't it. Maybe it's just because she's a cute mutant. Anyway I'm a dyed in the woolies doll fan, and a Barbie fruitcake for sure.
More after my meds kick in.
Stay tuned.
Friday, March 1, 2013
"Who's Out There?"
United States
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121
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Netherlands
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9
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Colombia
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3
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Switzerland
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2
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Germany
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2
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South Korea
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2
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Belgium
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1
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United Kingdom
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1
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Malaysia
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1 Well this is who was here today. It's usually near 200 from the States, and single digits from around the world. However it never is reflected in the totals on the side there. Malaysia is new,...howdy! Btw the Earth in the video above is an inverted polar shot,...it's upside down.
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