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CE&P social thread: why do the people I disagree with hate freedom so much?

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On the topic of fat rascal users.

Im a lifeguard at a waterpark for the summer and holy shit, it is fucking UNREAL how many kids are morbidly obese these days. Im not talking just fat, i talking 10 years old and 250+ (sometimes much more) pounds with nasty stretch marks and heavy duty wheelchairs.

I seriously want to beat some sense into the parents of these kids. Bringing children into this world should be a privilege, not a right. If you cant handle raising decent kids then you need to get your fucking tubes tied because this totally is unacceptable.
 
agreed. i dunno how many of these cases aren't considered some sort of neglect- a kid who's morbidly obese for no reason other than the parent(s) choices is abused IMO.
 
^ the ominous music in the background makes it irrefutable.
 
i hope everyone enjoyed the annual bring forth the jew lie celeblations
 
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OMG A JEW IS IN FRONT OF SOME SKYSCRAPERS! ProoF that JEWS DID WTC!
 
^- Note how there's three smaller pictures inside that big picture. Three is obviously a mystical number with a long tradition in occult practices. And the one standing individual? He's hiding his left, or sinister hand. See that structure in the center of the picture? Looks like a pagoda, almost. Hints of a Chinese connection. Why else would construction structures look Chinese? And the entire site? Looks remarkably similar to ramps hypothesized to help build the Egyptian pyramids. More shadowy NWO stuff!

WHAT MORE PROOF DO YOU NEED?!
 
I have a confession to make.

I never read the CE&P forum guidelines.

What is my punishment?
 
several pander bear tongue lashings


some of us misbehave on purpose to get this
 
In the interest of making peace with Rach, I've been researching my family tree.

I thought I was almost half German. Looks like it's far less than that, and probably something around 1/8th, plus change. Since Germans have that pesky holocaust problem, that's a good thing.

Plus, I'm a quarter Croat. Croats kill Muslims. That has to be good, right?

So Rach, ready to bury the hatchet? ;)
 
The headline on my local newspaper yesterday read "Police cracking down on Jaywalkers".... I shit you not.

This is in a city that has been named the car theft capitol of america, the meth capitol of america, has serious, serious gang/violent crime problems and is all around a just a shitty place to live except for maybe a few square miles in the white flight area of town. And the police are cracking down on jaywalkers......

Any honest journalist would have wrote " Police ignoring real problems, abusing dumb laws to squeeze every last dime out of law abiding citizens"
 
some amazing short stories... by joe frank

Where the term "balance of payment" comes from
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The term "balance of payments" comes from an Eastern tradition where the sultan, once a year, would demand from the people who lived in the district which his army protected, payment of taxes in the amount of his own weight, such that the sultan would sit in a very large scale on one side, and demand that laborers, merchants, and peasants come forth and place on the other side of the scale rare gems, silver, and gold, in his own weight. Hence the term, "balance of payments."

And so, throughout the year, the sultans tried to gain as much weight as they possibly could. And there was a great pretax payment feast, in which the sultan would consume temendous quantities of very fattening foods: sweet meats, lots of pasta, lardy cakes, as well as enourmous jugs of spiced wine, all of which would cause the king to expand into an enourmously obese individual, such that his tax levy would be increased.

At the balance of payment ceremonies, the emporers were stripped naked. But some of them used the old prisoner's trick of rectal insertion, of, for example, metals of extremely high density. Hence the expression of the populace when they felt they were being cheated, "get the lead out." Others, in addition to endless eating, swallowed tremendous quantities of liquid just before the weighing.

This tradition continued for almost thirteen hundred years in the Kingdom of Hansao, until the great catastrophe of 1675, in whcih the entire country was destoyed. The emporer, at that time, was king Hofu, whose self indulgent gluttony, and enourmous weight, caused such a crushing tax burden on the country that the people, economically ruined, had been reduced to lives of utter squalor, working days and nights in the mines to produce enough precious stones and metals to meet the next year's tax levy.

The king's girth was enourmous. He'd been fed like a sumo wreslter for a decade. And as his body grew, his appetite grew. He was so enourmously fat that when he would bathe in the great river, the flooding waters would sweep away entire villages, and rise to unprecedented levels in the capital. And when he stepped out of the river, a great sucking vortex of inward flowing waves would not only carry hapless peasants and townspeople and domestic animals to their deaths; it would cause drought in outlying areas, raise enourmous hot winds that would fan forest fires, and avalanches would result from the geological displacement of river beds.

The king's obesity prevented him from being moved, except by devices that were adaptations of medieval siege engines. To make matters worse, a few weeks before the balance of payments ceremony, the king began to suffer from constipation. And it was with growing horror that the citizenry realized that without relieving himself, that his weight would multiply at an even faster rate.

Occasionally, a gaseous discharge burst forth. A great cloud of noxious material rose forth heavenward, and birds in the thousands fell from the sky, littering the streets of the kingdom with their carcasses. Then, on the day of the weighing, there was a great rumbling sound. At first, the royal cosmologists thought that it was an earthquake. But before anyone could do anything but stand in horror and fear, the emporer began to split. First a crack in the seam beteween his legs occurred, and then, as a fissure raced upward, a trremendous boiling dark ocean of noxious and corrosive liquid burst out of the exploding emporer, causing the castle itself to expand, and then blow up. The only other explosion in history that rivals this is the eruption of Krakatoa in Java at the turn of the century.

And these highly corrosive and powerfully enzymed digestive fluids covered about two thirds of the kingdom, and most of the citizens were digesterd and dissolved by the fluids that were cast off from the emporer's body. In fact, it was the largest case of external digestion in the history of nutrition.

The people were reduced to liquid nutrients which, when flowing into the soil, produced the great Asian ricebowl. The great Asian breadbasket. Which, to this day, is the most fertile and fecund on earth.


Achieving the American Dream
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My family was very popor when we came to this country in a flotilla of paper bags, and landed on an offshore oil platform, stranded for many years, thinking that it was, in fact, America; and that America was a small but highly industrialized country.

Finaly we came to the mainland, where we founud employment as street sweepers, window washers, elevator operators, ditch diggers, chicken pluckers, swine herds, newspaper delivery men, shrimp sellers, mattress stuffers, and factory workers. The hours may have been long, the food poisonous, the materials with which we worked toxic, and the homes we lived in filthy tumbled down ramshackle hobbles... but these (couldn't make out the word he said here) were nothing compared with the rewards:

The sweet bouyancy of being your own man; of being able to breathe free, and stand tall; to speak your piece, and write a letter to the editor. And now, in the second and third generation of my family, from serfdom and grinding poverty, we worked our way up the ladder of sucess. So that our college-educated children had become wealthy lawyers who caused untold hours of endless litigation and meaningless misery for legions of people drawn kafka-like into the court system for reasons they know not why.

our children have become affluient members of the advertising establishment, who through intimidation, through fostering and broadcasting of advertising of anxiety-provocoking advertising mesages, have caused people to lemming-like proceed to retail establishments, and empty their pockets in order to recieve momentary relief from fear by purchasing items that they don't want, or need.

our children have become politicains who, having passed the charade of elections, and in positions of elected power, line their pockets with ill-gotten fortunes. And our children have bceome diplomats, who have caused an unprecedented era of international mistrust and internecine hatred among nations.

Yes, from serfdom and grinding poverty, from humble origins, the hardworking resourceful offspring of my immigrant family have achieved the American dream. And now our children have moved out of the cities to populate the verdent green hills and magnificent dales and glens of the suburbs, where they live in Tudor mansions, Tyrollian castles, Southwestern haciendas, and Hansel and Gretel gingerbread houses with white picket fences and long gravel driveways that wind behind golf courses, manicured by yet new waves of immigrants.

Yes, the city may have its great museums, its concert halls and ballet theatres. Tts great statuary. Yet it stands side by side with the drug dealer, and the homeless, and the begger, and the ill washed, and the disenfranchised. While the suburbs, in their clean simplicity, possess its epitome: the shopping mall, that great enclosed dome with waterfalls and skylights and escalators, where the essentials of life (Mr Donut, Shoe World, Doughs R Us, kiddy gift wrap center, taco hut, zeitgeist icecream) await our arrival. One world, where a single language replaces all linguistic differences, where a single currency transcends all others.
 
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