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Guldkanan Towa is a toilet sink with a seat that you kiss in [sic] and then poured with water. An easy and convenient way to take care of your gold water, which is also the world’s best nutrition! It’s natural, free and good for the environment.

The Swedes, always on top of anything that confirms their men have two-inch dicks and sit to pee, have now given the world what it will need after cap and trade goes global; i.e. a pot to piss in.

Check out these features:

Ergonomic design makes The Towa easy to carry and easy to use.
Hygienic and comfortable to sit on.
Capacity, approx. 10 liters.
Able to withstand weight up to 150 kilos (approx. 300 pounds)
Seals tightly — the urine stays in the container to protect the nitrogen and guard against odor.
Made in Sweden of recyclable and durable Polypropylene (PP) plastic , without any materials that are considered dangerous to health or the environment.

This item with its features describes, almost to perfection, the gelded modern and progressive American male and his colonized-by-feminists vestigial brain stem.

Towa’s ergonomic and easy to use.

Towa’s comfortable to sit on and can, fortunately, withstand a weight of up to 300 pounds so there’s no need for his PC wife to diet no matter how many Twinkies she wants to deny others.

Then again, the modern progressive Towa male seals tightly and all his inner bile and urine is contained to guard against the always pungent odor of sanctity.
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The ethnic groups in South Africa have a variety of origins.  The 2011 census figures for these categories were Black African at 76.4%, White at 9.1%, Coloured at 8.9%, Asian at 2.5%, and Other/Unspecified at 0.5%.   – LaWik

The next few years in this failed state should prove enlightening to Europe and other parts of the globe plagued with “migration” from Africa. They don’t call it “The Dark Continent” for nothing.

South African govt approves first farm seizures from leaked list of 190

SOUTH Africa has targeted the first two farms for unilateral seizure after the owners refused an offer of one-tenth of the land’s value.

South Africa farm seizures BEGIN: Chaos as first expropriation of white-owned farms starts   

ANC spokesman ZiZi Kodwa refused to reveal details of the farms being targeted and has attempted to calm investor fears, adding the proposed seizures were “tied to addressing the injustices of the past”.

He told City Press: “Over time I think the markets as well as investors will appreciate that what we are doing is creating policy certainty and creating the conditions for future investment.”

Tensions among South Africa’s white farming community has been escalating since the election of Cyril Ramaphosa as President earlier the year, who committed his African National Congress (ANC) to land expropriation.

Last week, ANC chairman Gwede Mantashe sparked panic among the farming community when he said: “You shouldn’t own more than 25,000 acres of land.

“Therefore if you own more it should be taken without compensation.

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Below is a snippet from “Life Aboard US Navy Ballistic Missile Submarine USS Wyoming.” Watch it carefully. Observe that the vast majority of the crew are very young; almost children. Observe the deep and focused seriousness with which they carry out their assigned tasks on the USS Wyoming when it is on station. Think about what it takes to serve for months sealed in a steel tube deep beneath the surface of the ocean with the constant unremitting whirr and whine of machinery. Take a look at the rack space, the personal space, these young crew members are given. Take a careful and thoughtful look at those scenes where they can be seen to be walking in a forest of carefully monitored and attended vertical tubes.   The tubes hold the mission.

Then think about the mission of the crew of the USS Wyoming.

That mission is, should it ever come to that, to destroy the world.  To burn cities to cinders in a moment. That is the crew’s mission and they serve on one of the tools, one of the strategic assets, of the United States designed to do just that.

The payload of the USS Wyoming is comprised of 24 Trident II D-5 ballistic missiles. Each Trident II holds from 8 to 12 MIRV (Multiple Independently Targetable re-entry Vehicle) W88 or W76 thermonuclear weapons Each warhead yields 475 kilotons. How many kilotons was the first atomic bomb on Hiroshima? 15 kilotons. The math for maximum Armageddon is thus:

24 x 12 = 288 warheads x 475 kilotons = 136,000 kilotons / 15 = 9,120 Hiroshimas.

Which should pretty much do the job of ending the world, right? Right.

[That’s just from 1 (one) of our ballistic missile submarines. Did I mention that we have 14?]
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To Whom It May Concern,

They pursue even such as me into the obscurest retreats and haul them before their revolutionary tribunals. Neither sex nor age — not the sanctuary of the tomb is sacred to them. They have so determined a hatred to all privileged orders that they deny even to the departed the sad immunities of the grave. They are not wholly without an object. Their turpitude purveys to their malice, and they unplumb the dead for bullets to assassinate the living…

I have lived long and variously in the world. Without any considerable pretensions to literature in myself, I have aspired to the love of letters.

I have lived for a great many years in habitudes with those who professed the same love… Men so formed and finished are the first gifts of Providence to the world. But when many of these sorts have once thrown off the fear of God, and the fear of man, which is now the case, and in that state come to understand one another, and to act in concert, a more dreadful calamity cannot arise out of hell to scourge mankind.

Nothing can be conceived more hard than the heart of a thoroughbred metaphysician. It comes nearer to the cold malignity of a wicked spirit than to the frailty and passion of a man. It is like that of the principle of evil himself, incorporeal, pure, unmixed, dephlegmated, defecated evil. It is no easy operation to eradicate humanity from the human breast.

What Shakspeare calls “the compunctious visitings of nature” will sometimes knock at their hearts, and protest against their murderous speculations. But they have a means of compounding with their nature. Their humanity is not dissolved. They only give it a long prorogation. They are ready to declare, that they do not think two thousand years too long a period for the good that they pursue.

It is remarkable, that they never see any way to their projected good but by the road of some evil. Their imagination is not fatigued with the contemplation of human suffering through the wild waste of centuries added to centuries of misery and desolation. Their humanity is at their horizon—and, like the horizon, it always flies before them.

The geometricians, and the chemists, bring, the one from the dry bones of their diagrams, and the other from the soot of their furnaces, dispositions that make them worse than indifferent about those feelings and habitudes, which are the support of the moral world.

Ambition is come upon them suddenly; they are intoxicated with it, and it has rendered them fearless of the danger, which may from thence arise to others or to themselves. These philosophers consider men in their experiments, no more than they do mice in an air pump, or in a recipient of mephitic gas.

Whatever his Grace may think of himself, they look upon him, and everything that belongs to him, with no more regard than they do upon the whiskers of that little long-tailed animal that has been long the game of the grave, demure, insidious, spring-nailed, velvet-pawed, green-eyed philosophers, whether going upon two legs, or upon four.

Paras. 60-83. Burke, Edmund. A Letter to a Noble Lord.


#WalkedAway: Gay, Buddhist,Honest, Decent

Neo posted this video as part of her look into The #Walkaway stories – The New Neo.

This is a moving, highly personal, meditation of a man trying to find the truth and to “live not by lies.” It’s well worth a listen to of a Sunday. He’s not alone. Not by a long shot.


Live Not By Lies by Alexander Solzhenitsyn (1974)

Solzhenitsyn penned this essay in 1974 and it circulated among Moscow’s intellectuals at the time. It is dated Feb. 12, the same day that secret police broke into his apartment and arrested him. The next day he was exiled to West Germany. 

[An excerpt. Emphasis added]

Our path is to walk away from the gangrenous boundary. If we did not paste together the dead bones and scales of ideology, if we did not sew together the rotting rags, we would be astonished how quickly the lies would be rendered helpless and subside.

That which should be naked would then really appear naked before the whole world.

So in our timidity, let each of us make a choice: Whether consciously, to remain a servant of falsehood or to shrug off the lies and become an honest man worthy of respect both by one’s children and contemporaries.

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Something Wonderful: Moonlight

Clair de Lune by the National Symphony Orchestra Pops, led by conductor Emil de Cou, at the Kennedy Center for the Performing Arts in Washington, DC, on June 1 and 2, 2018, as part of a celebration of NASA’s 60th anniversary.


Drive-By: File Under “Shaking in My Boots!”

Sigh. These things do not even rise to the level of “cannon fodder.” One clip from an M-1 Garand and you’ll have two rounds left for clean-up on aisle 3.

I’m always puzzled and a little saddened by these demonstrations of limp bravado. I’d put these sorts as the kinds of “throw-away” kids their ideological pimps use to place a bomb in a baby-carriage; the ones they train to light the fuse and then forget to get away. If things ever got sporty they’d be compost in the first fortnight. I just want to find them and take them for a long, fatherly walk to tell them that they just don’t understand what a rifle round does to center mass of a moron.

Via the always astute Francinepink at MOTUS A.D.: Divas Always Wear Mink


Two Wheeled Trip on the Paved Road to Hell

Couple Bikes Near ISIS Territory – Gets Killed

We will go tandem as man and wife
Daisy, Daisy
Peddling our way down the road of life
I and my daisy bell
When the roads and we both despise
Please men the lambs as well
There are bright lights in those dazzling ice
A beautiful daisy bell

Daisy, Daisy give me your heart to do
I’m half crazy, hopeful in love with you
It won’t be a stylish marriage
I can’t afford the carriage
But you look sweet upon the street
On a bicycle built for two

“You read the papers and you’re led to believe that the world is a big, scary place,” Austin wrote.

“People, the narrative goes, are not to be trusted. People are bad. People are evil.”

“I don’t buy it,” he continued. “Evil is a make-believe concept we’ve invented to deal with the complexities of fellow humans holding values and beliefs and perspectives different than our own… By and large, humans are kind. Self-interested sometimes, myopic sometimes, but kind. Generous and wonderful and kind.”

However, Austin and Geoghegan’s dream trip came to a tragic and gruesome end when they got to Tajikistan, a country with a known terrorist presence. They were riding their bikes through the country on July 29 when a car rammed them, ​​according to CBS News. Five men got out of the car and stabbed the couple to death.

ISIS posted a photo after killing the American liberals.

“We’re number one!”


Let’s Review 113: Big Waves and Bad Americans

I have never seen liberals be more annoying than they are now. These last few weeks really were a flipping point for me, with the depression over the Supreme Court and the way the detention centers were being spun by the liberal media. It’s obviously a game. Here’s Rachel Maddow crying on TV, and pictures of Trump detention centers. My stepfather, who is a Polish Jew, had his entire family wiped out when he was an infant. Throwing around words like Nazi, Gestapo and comparisons to Weimar Germany is like, “Really guys? You’re going there?” I’ve had enough. I think there’s a reason why the #WalkAway movement is getting it’s ten seconds of fame, because there’s a real reaction toward the stridency of how Democrats are expressing their disappointment. It’s turning a lot of people off. Bret Easton Ellis on Podcasts, Politics and How His Dark Satire Predicted Trump’s America

Ashes, ashes, all fall down! Horrified Onlookers Watch as 71 Drug Users Collapse in Connecticut Park… IN ONE DAY

There is no secular authority willing to challenge the power of the new theogarchs. Mark Zuckerberg went to Congress and lied his face off, knowing they were afraid to lay a hand on him. By the 2020 election, social media will have banned Trump and all Trump supporters. The solution, in time, is the people in these oligopolies will have to fear the peasantry in real space. The same civil authorities that are too weak to oppose the theogarchs will be too weak to protect them. Feudalism.Net | The Z Blog

It’s probably nothing: Chinese Purchase Large Mexican Radio Station Near US Border | American Partisan

Media Disappointed Only 30 White Nationalists Showed Up At Event They Hyped “We really wanted to use this to inflame the race war, so we were pretty bummed when we couldn’t get a good shot of millions of neo-Nazis marching through the streets of Washington,” said one CNN reporter.

Enemies everywhere: Nancy Pelosi Accuses NBC of Trying to ‘Undermine’ her Speaker Prospects

Identify the people in the photo…!  The Morning Rant
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Back to School

Yesterday I heard of a young mother who came downstairs early in the morning to find her fifth-grade son dressed for school but flat on his back in the middle of the living room staring in despair at the ceiling.

MOM: “What on Earth do you think you’re doing?”

BOY: “I just can’t do it anymore. I can’t do it. I just can’t go to school anymore.”

We all know how that small strike ended. Management made an offer (“Go to school or else.”), and the union of one caved in with a few plaintive “But mom’s…. ”

I first thought that there was rough justice in that. After all, the thought of actually going on a ten-minute “I-won’t-go-to-school” strike never would have entered my ten-year-old mind. If it had I would not have heard the dreaded promise, “Wait until your father gets home.” No, I would have heard the thermonuclear announcement, “I’m calling your father at work and telling him to come home right now.” That one always alerted me that I had only one half-hour to get my affairs in order.

Today, after mulling the lie-down strike a little more, it seems to me there’s more than a little to be said on the side of the fifth-grader’s strike. After twenty years of schooling and more than thirty on the day shift, those early grades seem — looked at through society’s grubby glasses — to be an idyllic time. After all, weren’t they?

No real worries. No problems with the opposite or the same sex. No goals other than getting to Christmas break, Easter break or the long and endless summer. No money to make. No money, in fact, to speak of at all. All your expenses covered. No taxes. No sense of mortality. In short, the lost and golden land of childhood. We all think of it, once far removed from it, as some distant Edenic idyll.

School days, school days
Dear old golden rule days
Readin’ and ‘ritin‘ and ‘rithmetic
Taught to the tune of the hickory stick

But if we try and shift our point of view a bit, and if we try to remember all those things the haze of our twice-told childhood fairy-tales hides from us, we might see it — just a bit and just for an instant — from the point of view of the fifth-grade boy flat on his back in the living room staring at the ceiling in utter despair.

Here he lays. He’s been going to this job of his for as long as he can remember. Unlike my experience which didn’t start until kindergarten, today’s boy has probably been working in the education industry since age 3.

They started him out on basic blocks and why he shouldn’t nail somebody who took his cookie. Those are hard lessons. How to stack something up so it doesn’t collapse in a heap at the first shudder in the earth. How to “share” your very limited and very personal resources. Why you don’t just whack anyone who irritates you with the nearest blunt object.

These are basic lessons, and we forget how hard they are. Some of us don’t learn them at all. Those people are either in prison, assembling bombs, or CEO of a Fortune 500 company.

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Castle Indolence

for Tom Disch

Once I worked in projective verse,
But found my work was for the worse.
Today I add scintillas of technique
Which, sprinkled in, reveal the scenes I seek.

Thoughts are scantily clad in rime, it’s true,
But other thoughts are hidden out of view.
To offer rules that eviscerate tradition
Is freedom for a day, but for a life — perdition.

In subsidized workshops, our pampered poets sweat,
Renouncing honest doggerel and making bets
On who will win the laurels and be fully funded
(At least ten grand a year, perhaps a hundred.)

To achieve their purloined prize, they teach the kids
To scrawl barbaric yawps on everything they did
And didn’t do to Barbie or to Ken
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Singer Aretha Franklin takes a bow at the Elton John AIDS Foundation Gala at the Cathedral of Saint John the Divine on November 7, 2017, in New York City.

Aretha Franklin is in hospice care –

Update: Aretha Franklin Dead at 76


Of the Democrats and Divorce

In a way, the Democrat party is somewhat like a first wife contemplated at a safe distance in time and space from the divorce.

You know you loved her at some point, but you can’t really remember why.

You know she was beautiful to you then, but now you can only see the ruins of that beauty, and you are glad you had the best years.

You know that, yes, you must have been happy with her and had a lot of good times, but now you can’t remember where or when.

When you think about her now you can’t really believe you wasted all those poisoned years with her just because you hoped that somehow, some time, she would grow sane, beautiful, and young again.

In some way, in some universe, that hope should be true about the people you loved. When it comes to the politics you once loved it is never true. When a party goes insane and degenerates into a diseased mass of hate, into ‘an old bitch gone in the teeth, / A botched civilization’, it never really reforms.

Like they say in the National Parks, ‘Once a bear is hooked on garbage, there’s no cure.’



Full screen and speakers up. Trust me.

“Chasing storms with a Phantom Flex4K is stressful even when things are going well. There were at least 10 days where I returned home with my tail between my legs and nothing to show after a ten hour chase and 500 miles. There were also a couple of days that I drove home with an ear to ear smile that lasted for hours. Most of the lightning was captured in my home state of Arizona. I also spent a week in the Great Plains chasing with Chad Cowan. It was during this time that I captured a time-lapse of the massive super-cell shown twice in Transient. For some reason that damn super-cell refused to spit out a proper bolt.

Lightning is like a snowflake. Every bolt is different. I learned that lightning varies greatly in speed. There are some incredible looking bolts that I captured that didn’t make the cut because even at 1000fps they only lasted for one frame during playback. I also captured some lightning that appear computer generated it lasted so long on the screen.” Dustin Farrell


This woman earns $50,000 a year selling luxury chicken diapers [Pampered Poultry- Fashionable Chicken Attire, Diapers and Saddles]

The sad fact here is just how fast they would spend other people’s money. The costs are staggering with universal healthcare: for a national, Medicare for all approach, it could cost up to $32.6 trillion in the first 10 years, overshadowing our already massive $20 trillion national debt. At the state level, the costs are also sobering: California’s universal healthcare plan would cost $400 billion annually, or twice what California’s annual budget for everything is, including the newly formed Plastic Straw Stasi Division. In New York, people are being assured that yes, taxes would have to go up 156 percent, but have no fears, this will actually save money in the future. Question: have you ever in your life seen a government program that cost less or saved money? Me neither.

I denounce myself being Black!

Hey Hey Ho Ho, Afghan War has got to go! The Taliban was always going to win, because the Taliban only has to outlast the USA, which was never going to stay permanently in the Graveyard of Empires. The God-Emperor should point out that the Afghan Occupation has served its purpose and bring the troops home. They’d be put to much better use on the southern border… or the western one once California secedes.

The Battlecunt In The Wild: Kaitlan Collins, CNN Propagandist You’re already picturing the lantern jaw, beady eyes, thin lips, broad shoulders, thick neck, demonically arched eyebrows, slut bangles, perpetual smirk, sinewy marathon-carved vascularity, impudently jutting clavicles, and thousand cock stare indicative of the low estrogen and/or high testosterone of the clitdicked, status striving, careerist shrike, aka battlecunt. You’d be right!

Picture a school marm in a rural one-room schoolhouse and you’re close to the socialist’s idyllic niceness. Socialism is a nineteenth century relic most closely allied with feminism, the only “ism” their consitution cites. Socialism is prettiest in pink. Under our current socialist regime the citizen’s part is to be nice, do nice things and make nice things and share nice things fairly and nicely. Competition is selfish because everyone can’t be a winner.

Netflix has over 27,000 categories for its movies and shows (including ultra-specific niches like “French Zombie Movies” and “East Asian Forbidden-Love Action & Adventure”), but you probably knew that just from using the service. What you may not realize is that you, as a user, have also been placed into a category. Netflix has “a couple thousand” categories of users, called “taste communities.” I, for instance, am apparently in a “taste community” consisting of a single member called “Probably The Memphis Strangler.”

Chronically ill man releases audio of hospital staff offering assisted death | €œIt is the real truth of what is going on in Canada regarding so many assisted deaths without appropriate safeguards, in combination with the lack of necessary care that is not being provided to persons who are suffering.
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