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Exegesis 3 Released (Perl 6 Examples)
chromatic writes "On the heels of Larry's most recent revelation, the mad scientist of Perl (Damian Conway) has followed up with Exegesis 3. His article gives working Perl 6 code examples of Larry's design decisions." Lots of good stuff in here.
...warm bawls!
I just made and ate a huge pizza and it made me sweat like a pig. I just couldn't get the last piece down, but what the hell... I'll have something to eat in the evening too.
Now it's time for some coffee.
The good stuff can be found in the newsgroups.
alt.binaries.pictures.erotica.ll-series
alt.binaries.pictures.erotica.nuns
alt.binaries.pictures.erotica.senior-citizens
and so on.
ALL SERIAL KILLERS, almost without exception, are severely sexually abused as children. The kind of people who hijack a plane with innocent people and drive it into a building with thousands of other innocent people are related to this phenomenon.
When sociopaths rape and kill, they do not see their victims as human beings, but only as objects. This is because the sociopaths were themselves, at one time, used as objects as their bodily integrity was repeatedly violated. The rage that results from sexual abuse is one thing, but when combined with living in a dysfunctional culture of sexual repression and misogyny, where love is reduced to violent domination, it is quite another.
Throughout the Islamic Middle East, men and women are taught to be vehemently opposed to pleasure, especially of the sexual variety. Men are raised not only forbidden to touch women, but to even look at them. Sex before marriage is not just a sin -- but a criminal offence. It is punishable by a severe beating at best, and an execution at worst.
The sexual privileges that are allowed in Islamic cultures are permitted to men. Womens sexuality and social independence represent major threats to male supremacy and are tightly controlled. Thus, as the Moroccan feminist Fitna Sabbah reveals in her book Woman in the Muslim Unconscious, there is a disturbing conflict in the Middle East between sexual libido and repression. A deep-seated fear of, and hostility to, individuality prevails, and its main expression exists in misogyny.
Socially segregated from women, Arab men succumb to homosexual behavior. But, interestingly enough, there is no word for "homosexual" in their culture in the modern Western sense. That is because having sex with boys, or with effeminate men, is seen as a social norm. Males serve as available substitutes for unavailable women. The male who does the penetrating, meanwhile, is not emasculated any more than if he had sex with a wife. The male who is penetrated is emasculated. The boy, however, is not, since it is rationalized that he is not yet a man.
In this culture, males sexually penetrating males becomes a manifestation of male power, conferring a status of hyper-masculinity. It is considered to have nothing to do with homosexuality. An unmarried man who has sex with boys is simply doing what men do. As the scholar Bruce Dunne has demonstrated, sex in Islamic societies is not about mutuality between partners, but about the adult male's achievement of pleasure through violent domination.
There is silence around this issue. It is the silence that legitimizes sexual violence against women, such as honor crimes and female circumcision. It is also the silence that forces victimized Arab boys into invisibility. Even though the society does not see their sexual exploitation as being humiliating, the psychological and emotional scars that result from their subordination, powerlessness and humiliation is a given. Traumatized by the violation of their dignity and manliness, they spend the rest of their lives trying to get it back.
The problem is that trying to recover from sexual abuse, and to recapture ones own shattered masculinity, is quite an ordeal in a culture where women are hated and love is interpreted as hegemonic control.
With women out of touch and out of sight -- until marriage, males experience pre-marital sex only in the confines of being with other males. Their sexual outlet mostly includes victimizing younger males just the way they were victimized.
In all of these circumstances, the idea of love is removed from men's understanding of sexuality. Like the essence of Arab masculinity, it is reduced to hurting others by violence. A gigantic rupture develops between men and women, where no harmony, affection or equality is allowed to exist. In relationships between men, meanwhile, affection, solidarity and empathy are left out of the picture. They threaten the hyper-masculine order.
It is excruciating to imagine the sexual confusion, humiliation, and repression that evolve in the mindsets of males in this culture. But it is no surprise that many of these males find their only avenue for gratification in the act of humiliating the foreign "enemy," whose masculinity must be violated at all costs as theirs once was.
Violating the masculinity of the enemy necessitates the dishing out of severe violence against him. In the recent terrorist strikes, therefore, violence against Americans served as a much-needed release of the terrorists bottled-up sexual rage. Moreover, it served as a desperate and pathological testament of the re-masculinization of their emasculated selves.
I piss on Mecca. I menstruate on the Koran. I shit on Mohammed.
More radio songs are banned in the US in response
to the terrorist attacks.
They are mostly B-side songs, therefore little known.
I doubt anyone would miss them, but censorship is always a bad thing.
Here are some of them:
Alice in Chains - Rust Monster
AC/DC - Santa Claus
Atomic Kitten - Nice butts
Bangles - Head full of Air
Black Sabbath - White Friday
Bush - Dyba
Elton John - Bad Taste
Garbage - Apple
Korn - With P
Led Zeppelin - lleh ot yawriats
Lenny Kravitz - Cut my hair
Limp Bizkit - Teenage dwarfs
Louis Armstrong - I wasn't on the Moon
Madonna - Sexual Obsession
Michael Jackson - From Black to White
Megadeth - Illiterate
Metallica - Trash Noise
Nina - Wrong name
Nine Inch Nails - Hit by a Hammer
Jimmy Hendrix - Grassheads
John Lennon - It's only the manager
Queen - King
Pink Floyd - Another sick in the toilet
Prince - Don't know my name
Rammstein - Magensucht
Rage against the machine - Fuck this car
Red Hot Chilli Peppers - Curry
REM - Loosing my temper
Rolling Stones - Old Farts dancing
Santana - Sleep
Soundgarden - Caput Guitar
The Beatles - Jonny dead
The Doors - We are stuck
U2 - Bloody, bloody boring
Zombies - We not dead
Fight intolerance, racism and censorship !
because they work with the beta test of perl from linux.about.org! it's a version of perl with everything larry's publicly made available.
I just heard some sad news on talk radio - Horror/Sci Fi writer Stephen King was found dead in his Maine home this morning. There weren't any more details. I'm sure everyone in the Slashdot community will miss him - even if you didn't enjoy his work, there's no denying his contributions to popular culture. Truly an American icon.
You have been trolled !
Mama was sweet, gentle, smelled alternately of home-made light bread and/or Mentholatum which she applied regularly to herself and me for a variety of reasons --anything short of brain surgery.
She taught me to fish, dig for and thread a worm on a hook, catch a grasshopper for bait in a pinch, and how to throw the line from a cane pole. She could kill a water moccasin with a fence post and did on more than one occasion. Other creatures threatening harm also got the fence post. She gave added dimension to the term, fencing,
She was a devoted Fundamental Baptist who practiced foot washing; whose favorite hymn was "Farther along we'll know all about it; farther along we'll understand why." She had her own version of scripture inspite of the fact that she rested secure in the inviolable, unchangeable Word -- 'It says what it says, but this is what it means. "
She could comfort my perpetual skinned knees and stumped toes using some kind of ointment and a torn sheet bandage split in two on one end and tied about the wound.
Mama was endearing and beloved and, as it dawned on me later in life, an enigma. Hearing about her as a friend, sister and mother acquainted me with someone else, somebody I didn't know. Now that I am a grandmother, I've discovered what Mama may have sensed or known. Grandmothers can reinvent themselves in behalf of both themselves and grandchildren, becoming suitable to time and place.
Trader Joe's Cranberry Trail Mix is a colorful and lively mix that combines dried cranberries with golden raisins, sunflower seeds, whole almonds, pepitas (shelled pumpkin seeds) and cashew pieces. It has a subtle nutty flavor, with the sweetness of golden raisins and the tang of cranberries. All of the nuts are raw. This mix is sodium free, and it's made for us with no artificial colors or flavors.
September 22, 1973 brought much sadness and happiness to my family. That was the day that I was born and my Great Grandmother was buried. I never knew anything of my Great Grandmother until I was 4 years old. I remember the visit like it was yesterday even though I meet her so long ago. I was asleep at my Grandparents house (my Great Grandma lived there too before she died)and for some strange reason I suddenly woke up in the middle of the night with a feeling that someone was looking at me. I opened my eyes and I saw an old lady looking at me. At the age of 4, I was scared out of my mind. I remember her telling me not to be afraid and that she was only there to look at me because she never got a chance to. I started to yell and just before my Grandmother came into the room to check on me the old lady disappeared. I told my Grandma what had happened and she told me that it was just a bad dream. The morning when I got up, I saw a picture of my Great Grandmother in my Grandparents bedroom and I told my Grandmother that that was the lady who visited me in the middle of the night. And that is when I found out the story about her dying 3 days before I was born. And deep down I know my Grandmother believes me and that I was not having a bad dream.
will someone PLEASE suck my god damn motherfucking cock?
-- Yours Truly, Captain "Cocksucker" Picard