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GPS vs. Galileo; Where Are They Headed?
ben_ writes "This keynote speech from the recent European Navigation Conference talks about the history between the US military's GPS and the proposed EU Galileo system, as well as where they're both going. Interested in how you know where you are and what's going to happen to those satellites?"
Zeikfried - Gnaa, Nigeria.
In a world where one can get classed as +5, informative for simply being able to use google, and +5 funny for out and out slander against the Microsoft corporation, one could be forgiven for branding the elitist unfunny world of slashdot, and yes, the open source community as a whole, as a floundering stagnating mess.
But in spite of the high cretin concentration throughout open source, but all is not yet lost, for there is a small highly skilled team of individuals determined to utilise the full potenial that this community offers, the dynamic darkies of the Gay Nigger Associaton of America.
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"But of course, in spite of my new found taste for the holy nigger seed, I would not deviate from my task of reporting the facts on LastMeasure. And it is, quite simply, nigtastic. Penisbird and goat-see have lovingly hand-crafted a javascript masterpiece, a triumph for capitalism, as readers of the communist open source "bastion" slashdot now have their gay porno viewing habits broadcasted to their colleagues and classmates, hopefully this will encourage them to finally stop eating and start working, and get their worthless jobs back from the curry eaters. Godspeed GNAA."
With LastMeasure (currently at version 3.3), the proud patriots of the GNAA have dealt a crippling blow to the communist practices of the google toolbar and it's anti-american ways of blocking the victory of capitalism and the free market over terrorism.
With LastMeasure, the dying world of the internet shock site has gained new vigour, allowing the benevolent rulers of our collective digital universe, Bob Goatse and Tubgirl, to be brought to many desktops throughout /.
Wherever there is an unpatched YaBB clone fleecing money off ill-prepared webadmins. There is LastMeasure.
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Wherever GNU/Linux is not being used to its FULL POTENTIAL. There is LastMeasure.
Wherever a +5 is struck on the head of those who would use it against the greater good. There is LastMeasure.
Whenever these ENEMIES OF FREEDOM gather, there will be LastMeasure, and the proudly gay negros of the Gay Nigger Association of America, your TRUE OPEN SOURCE ALTERNATIVE.
FAQ:
Q. I am a proud supporter of open source, and would like to be a regular user of LastMeasure. However I can't seem to gain the full effect of your wonderful software, what could I be doing wrong?
A. While your zealotism is most welcome, it would appear that you are using the incorrect browser. Firefox and Opera are both major offenders, the GNAA recommend the Microsoft(TM) corporations Internet Explorer(TM) to halt the spread of communism, and to be able to use our software
"it's military (should it form one) will be at a severe disadvantage in a theoretical conflict,"
I despise Bush, but you can see how this kind of thinking will never do anything for the EU.
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ANOTHER GNAA FP, ROR
I still can't believe what happened to me.
December 25th 1999 is a day I will never forget.
That is the day my mother raped me for the first time.
(Merry fucking Christmas you bitch!)
I mean it was just cruel and sick and nasty.
There is no excuse, no rational explanation for her behavior.
It wasn't just that she raped me, it was how she did it, the utterly despicable way she went about it.
I guess I'm getting ahead of myself a little.
To understand you have to go back a year to the events just before Christmas 1998.
Let me start at the beginning.
My dad died when I was 14.
My mom and I struggled to put ourselves back together.
For 2 years we leaned on each other for support, because we had nobody else.
My mom is really young; she had me when she was still in high school.
In some ways she was more like a big sister or best friend to me than a mom.
We laughed and played together, had tickle fights, and talked for hours.
Sometimes she would just hang out in my room and read or watch tv.
I guess on some level I must have loved her in a romantic way for a long time.
I just did not KNOW it until I saw her pictures.
I found a crate in our attic with around 20 old Penthouse magazines.
Upon closer inspection I realized the centerfold was my mom!
The date on the mag was about a year after I was born.
She was the same age then, that I am now.
As I looked at this beautiful, big titted, blonde teenager, I felt myself get rock hard.
Page after page of my mom's mouth watering tits, bald pussy, and wicked little smile made me want to fuck her.
But it was her ass, her fat, plump, juicy, adorable ass that sealed her fate.
I.
Had.
To.
Have it.
I fantasized about licking it, sticking my face as far inside it as I could, and just sniffing it, sleeping, warm and safe and secure with my lips pressed against it.
I wanted to suck her ass-meat, to make her cum and pant and scream my name.
But most of all I wanted to fuck my mom's sweet ass hard.
To peel it open and hold her down and pound it, to ram it and rip it open.
A small part of me wanted to hear her whimper, and sniffle and beg - just a little.
For a while I became obsessed with Susan.
I loved her yes, but I also wanted to utterly dominate her.
I guess I kind of lost control and sort of seduced and pressured my mom into giving up her ass to me, if I agreed not to fuck her pussy.
At the time I thought that was the greatest night of my life.
I convinced her to let me take her out for a special dinner at the Paladin Club, and got her drunk.
We even made out, did a little dirty dancing, and groped each other.
But when we got home, she refused to have sex with me.
I had to persuade her, to explain that if she did not give herself to me I would just rape her anyway.
Finally we made a deal.
Consensual Anal sex, for a guarantee that I would leave her cunt alone.
Clearly she did not like it, but she did (reluctantly) agree.
Susan let me fuck her ass, helped me tear her up.
Her butt juice was so warm and wet, and tangy.
She grunted and squealed so prettily, in such a lady-like manner that I fell even deeper in love with my mom.
That was our first time together, and I thought the beginning of a special, tender love.
In the months that followed my mother withdrew from me.
She claimed that I had raped her!
That our love was not consensual.
I felt really bad about the misunderstanding, and did everything I could to repair our relationship.
As 1999 rolled along I thought that I had.
Boy was I wrong.
Susan somehow found out about my alter ego, Jaz1701, the rape Author.
She accessed my WEBTV account and read my e-mails from Readers, and visited the numerous free sites that I post stories to.
I had written about our true love and how I had fucked her sweet ass during Christmas of 1998.
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