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NVIDIA's 55nm GeForce GTX 285 Launched
Visceralini writes "NVIDIA is launching yet another high-end 3D graphics offering, an optimized version of their top shelf GeForce GTX 280 single GPU card, dubbed the GeForce GTX 285.
This new GeForce is a
55nm die-shrunk version of the legacy GTX 280 with lower power consumption characteristics that don't require an 8-pin PCI Express connector, rather just a pair of more standard 6-pin plugs.
Performance
metrics are shown here in a number of the latest game titles including
Fallout 3, Left 4 Dead, Far Cry 2 and Mirror's Edge. The new GTX 285 is
about on par or slightly faster than a GTX 280 but with
less power draw and some room for overclocking over the reference design."
The question I have for Obama is this: Who is stimulating the economy? Me, the guy who has provided 14 people good paying jobs and serves over 200,000 people per year with a flourishing business? Or, the single fat colored mammy sitting at home pregnant with her fourth child waiting for her next welfare check?
And as far as the GTX 285 goes, I'm sure B. Hussein Obama doesn't give a rat's ass. For my part, I give the GTX 285 two thumbs up.
Go away, you trolling racist schmuck. Way to back up your comments with your name. Typical racist idiot behavior - hide yourself as you interject your BS where no one wants to hear it.
And, you're only supposed to give something *a* thumbs up. I suspect the miss use of "two thumbs up" stems from the movie reviews of Siskel and Ebert, where THEY (that's plural, two people) sometimes gave a movie "two thumbs up." Your butchery of popular culture is reprehensible.
I wish I was a nigger, I could drive a Cadillac with class
My pocket stuffed with welfare checks, and I could sit on my big black ass
Now you take a nigger, he aint nobody's fool
He doesn't buy any gasoline, to drive his kids to school
Our government has gone crazy, I'd change things if I could
If I was only a nigger, I could afford to live in a white neighborhood
Oh the things that I could do, if I was black and Hell-bent
I could send my kids to college, and it wouldn't cost me one damn cent
The wife and I were down on our luck, we were really getting uptight
They said at the welfare office, "You aint black, you're white."
Oh how I've tried to get a job, a diploma I had with pride
The post office man laughed, and said "You're not dark enough to even qualify"
I took a civil service exam, and passed it without shame
A nigger took one next to me, he couldnt even write his own name
The nigger, he got the job, now he's government top brass
He couldn't qualify for a trash truck, while I'm out on the street on my ass
If I was a Jesse Jackson, I'd be nobody's slob
Wearing $500.00 dollar suits, that nigger hasn't even got a job
If I was Barack Obama, I could sit back and relax
And when sworn in as President, I could paint The White House black
Damn, I wish I was a nigger
If I was a jig-a-boo, I could find me my roots
With a afro big as a watermelon, and a pair of white disco boots
If I was only dark complected, I could stand tall in this life
I could live high off the hog, just me and my white wife
Things used to be segregated, but things are a little off-key
I've never seen a white man as head of the NAACP
It aint that I don't like a nigger, if I've rubbed you wrong by chance
Take a look at that mistletoe hanging on the seat of my pants
If I was a kinky top, I could be a Martin Luther King
I'd have me a vision on a mountain top, my song the whole world would sing
I could have me a peace march on the streets of Memphis, Tennessee
I could tear up the whole damn city, and the police wouldn't dare stop me
A lot of things in life I know, but one thing I cant figure
Why a nigger can call me a honkey and I cant call a nigger, a nigger
If I was a jungle bunny, I could ring a golden bell
I could be a Mohammed Ali, and be loved by Howard Cosell
Damn, I wish I was a nigger
If I was a golliwogg, 7 foot tall and lean,
I could be a famous player on the Washington basketball team
If I was only chocolate brown, I could have me some turnip greens
A possum fat and watermelon, chitlens and a pot of butter beans
Now when Martin Luther King was buried in Washington with class
They put him face down in his box, so the politicians could kiss his ass
I guess its just politics, but it sure gets my goat
Kiss assing with a nigger, just so you could get his vote
If i was only a burr-head, I'd live high on the hill
Selling cocaine and prostitutes, and popping all kinds of pills
Now take the NAACP, they can march and raise all kinds of hell
Let the KKK start to move, and they'll all wind up in jail
I dreamed my life was over, I heard Saint Peter say,
"Today we're taken only niggers, you've gotta go the other way"
Then I heard the Devil, he said "I heard what Peter had to say
But I'm sorry to tell you son, Today in Hell is Nigger Day."
Damn, don't you wish you were a nigger?
I'm glad I don't have a whole country full of deceitful, greedy kikes stealing all my water and land anywhere near me. Fucking Jews can't just live in peace. They have to steal other people's land. Our national economy is collapsing from the Jewbanks doing their usual Jewthing. You see, with Jews, you lose. That's how THEY win. They WIN by making YOU lose. So let's lose the Jews.
Global warming could be swiftly solved if we incinerated all of the Jews. Their ashes would be ejected into the upper atmosphere, where they would block some sunlight from hitting the earth. The economy would improve thanks to the absence of Jewish predatory lending, and it would buy us time to deal with climate change. Two birds, one stone.
Fun with Facts:
Guess who really owns America? Hint hint, it isn't the Americans.
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My name is Mike and I am serving the first week of a 10 year sentence in Federal Prison for severe SEC violations. I am very scared and I didn't know what else to do. I guess I have 5 good minutes to type this cry out for help until Tyrone and the crew come for me and give me what they call "Mandatory Showertime". I mean I have been exposed to more male cock in the first 3 days here than I have ever cared to know in my first 30 years of life. I guess it was some sort of sick joke that they gave me a big black cell mate named Tyrese who also part of Tyrones crew. As such he has first dibs on me or as he says "first dick in me". The nigger has beaten me senseless the first day here as he seems to get a real kick out of it and has repeatedly raped me and that's not even the worst of it. I never knew a man could cum 7 times in a row and with that I hadn't been able to get any sleep in the past day or so. The first time I met Tyrone was at our first shower time. Tyrese had "persuaded" me to go into the shower room and that's when I met the whole crew. There must have been 19 prison niggers in there and when the guards pulled out, thats when I was given a gangraping that I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy. Could you imagine 19 giant black cocks repeatedly ass raping and mouth fucking you? I think not, and don't think these guys went in one at a time. I swear it must have been 3 in my ass and 2 in my mouth at one point. I was in tears hearing Tyrone laughing at me saying "This be your life now cracka, you our bitch now". I still have the sharpie mark on my ass that says "Tyrone's ho". Uh oh it looks like it's mandatory shower time again. I think I am going to hang myself when Tyrese is out raping another white prisoner. Thanks for listening.
ironically its probably the single fat mammy. assuming the 4 kids grow up to be gangbangers, and each kill 3 people ... thats 12 criminals off the street dead - saving us $120,000 / yr on avg EACH to incarcerate.
your contribution to the GDP : 14 x $40,000 = $560,000
fat nigger savings to the GDP : 12 x $120,000 = $1,440,000
plus the gangbangers will likely be killed and might provide income to the local hospitals etc.
so its a wash.
How a life can change in an instant. Everything one thought and believed can be shattered on the rocks of an uncharted coast of a new experience. Here I was, a happy English teacher, twenty-five years old with a lovely wife and a five-year old daughter. I was teaching in a good urban school, considered something of a boy-genius by my colleagues, respected by parents, and loved by most of my students. And then one fateful day, everything changed because of Jesse Coulter.
It was right after school, and I was seated at my desk correcting some papers when I noticed his lanky sixteen year old form standing before me. Jesse and I had not gotten along, did not get along well at all. That's because he was a very lazy teenage boy. He got through high school thus far on his basketball skills, and most other teachers seemed to turn a blind eye on the fact that he was charming them with his skill on the court and his million dollar smile. He didn't like English Class. I guess it clashed with his "street jargon."
Hell, he didn't like schoolwork of any kind. What he did like was fucking every girl he could get his large black hands on. And from what I heard around school, it wasn't just large black hands that won the young white girls over. Talk was he was endowed like a horse.
I mean, I knew several teachers who visited the boys' locker room just to verify the rumor. These were straight teachers. And the report they gave was that the rumor was correct. The handsome black boy got on well with other students, but they all treated him with some kind of special respect, like he was untouchable, above them in some way. In the lunch room for example, when he came to a table, other kids would move aside, or even leave if he told them to.
Now, handsome, black, Jesse Coulter stood before my desk. He should have been playing basketball, and I was the reason he wasn't.
"You get me benched?" He asked with a thick, husky, masculine voice.
"No Jesse, you got yourself benched. You didn't hand in the last two homework assignments, and you failed the last three tests."
He stood up talker, straightening his shoulders which usually slouched. "I been busy."
I looked uip at him. He was handsome, I had to say that for him. So dark with flashing teeth.
"Too busy to do your schoolwork? Then maybe you need a break from basketball."
"You know the school never go for that. I the star of the school."
"Not this week. Not until you get those assignments in and do better on the check tests."
"Fuck that."
I snapped up. I could feel the heat of anger rising from my reddening face.
"Don't you speak that way to me!"
Suddenly I was standing in front of him. I could smell his musk. He was about my height, but only sixteen. His strong face had an arrogance about it that was intimidating.
"Look, teach, how the fuck can I take time out to study, when I got to play basketball and fuck half the white pussy in the school?"
I was speechless. I just stood there.
"An, then there's all them female teachers in the school like Miss Mortenson who need my big black dick. And all them faggot teachers too."
"That is enough. I want you out of here and down to the office. Now!"
His eyes burned cold, the white around the cornea clear and ivory.
"Listen, Asswipe. You think I gonna let one cocksucking teacher fuck up my position here at the school? Shit, I already offered two scholarships to good colleges, and I only a sophomore. You the one who is gonna get on board here and learn some respect for a black star like me!"
And with that, he slapped me. He drew back one large black hand and slapped my face, hard. My head spun. I had never experienced anything like it in my life. I grant you, I am not a very physical person, although I do swim at the gym to keep a fairly good body. I am not into sports, and prefer Faulkner to Football. And this teenage black boy had just slapped me. I reached out to grab a fistful of his t-shirt, but he slapped my hands away as
It's funny that I had only recently been thinking and praying about these queerest of computers. It certainly is true that Apple computers are very popular amongst the homosexual communities, the fact that these computers are so popular indicates the depths to which our great nation has sunk to.
The Apple corporation logo is naturally an apple with a bite taken out of it. Is it not a coincidence that Eve tempted Adam with an Apple? The apple is a symbol of defiance against God, and was an obvious choice for a company whose primary objectives include the liberalisation of all media, and which activly finances the political party that hates God.
When I first saw an apple computer (called a Mac, after the popular fast food product) with it's "fruity" design, I had assumed that it was some kind of obsolete product aimed at latte sipping east-coast homosexual designers. This initial observation turned out to be only half true:
The apple computers are not as obsolete as their gaudy designs suggest - the Apple computer company, based in that Sodomite Central, Cupertino CA, have invested a great deal of money in keeping up with more mainstream American PC brands like Dell or IBM, however rather than compete on computing power, practicality or ease of use the Apple company prefer to emphasize "eye-candy". If you are the sort of person who loves nothing more than gazing for hours at an aquarium full of brightly colored fish, then the feeling of using an Apple desktop will be most familiar.
Note the oddly-shaped apple-mouse. Unike modern computer mice, the Apple product has only one button. This is because historically Apple computer failed to license the patent for including buttons on mice. Since most apple computers are used as children's toys, their homosexual owners have barely noticed this deficiency, they are too busy thinking about sodomy worry about their computer's obvious deficiencies.
Windows appear to swim around, distorting and melding into the "dock", with almost psychedellic fluidity. Parts of the desktop become inexplicably transparant, and then return to normal or else swirl into oblivion. Control over windows is achived not through familiar buttons (like Window's "X"), but candy colored blobs, which are designed to remind the user of "Extasy" tablets. I suspect that the Apple design team must have been doing more drugs than the average touring funk-band.
The Apple OSX platform is missing a large number of common and esential productivity tools commonly used on the Windows platform. For example the endearing BonziBuddy can only be found on Windows, and therefore will only run on a Mac that has been upgraded to Boot-Camp and Windows. I suspect that this is exactly what most Mac-owners will feel forced to do.
Naturally, the big question is, does the "alternative lifestyle" approach to computer design really pay-off for the people who count: The Users?
I think the answer is no. Having used computers all my life, I consider myself an expert in the day to day tasks of computing. The Microsoft Windows operating system makes installing, uninstalling, defragmenting, and removal of viruses and spyware trivially easy. It's a shame that the Apple company (who unbelievably are much praised for their interface design) had not thought to make these everyday tasks simpler.
As I have pointed out on a number of occasions both Linux and AppleMac fail to unclude a disk-defragmentor, a personal firewall, a standard method for installing or removing software or even a system repair utility. Microsoft introduced all of this in their epoch-making "Windows Me" edition. Linux users have had to get used to the lack of these essential productivity tools, however Linux is universally acknowledged as a cheap immitation of Windows. Mac on the other-hand is marketed as a full-price premium product.
Apple computers come preloaded with iTunes which only works with Apple's oddly-coloured iPod. The Apple Mac cannot run the more popular "Windows Media Player", and is therefore incompatib
I sat naked on the bench in the health club locker room, staring at the tiles on the floor between my feet, but really looking at nothing. I was waiting for Jamal to decide to come up ant talk to me. He was this muscular teenage nigger who frequented the club and had ruined my life in the last few weeks. I was ordered to sit naked on the bench without a towel or anything to cover my nakedness. I had to keep my legs spread and my cock and balls visible for the anyone In the locker room who wanted a look. I knew instantly that it had been a mistake to sign up at the inner city health club which was eighty percent black, but It was near my house and cheap which was even more important.
The harassment had started on my first visit. Dark skinned, muscular black boys bouncing around the locker room with their huge dicks and pendulous sacks of balls swinging, high fiving each other and laughing and rapping, and there I was, this moderately built white guy of thirty two.
I will never forget coming back from the shower and one chocolate skinned thug of about eighteen let out a "weeeeeeeow" kind of sound and then said very loudly to me, loudly enough for all his pals to hear, "White man, how the hell can you fuck wit such a small dick?" They all roared with laughter and I turned bright red. Before I left that first time, I med Jamal. He eased up to me while I was packing my gym bag. He is one good looking darkie, I will say that for him. He flashed me a big white toothed smile and said he hoped I wasn't thinking of quitting the club. He said he was friends with the manager and they had my address and shit, and it would be really unfortunate if I decided to quit. Then he laid one large basketball player sized hand on my shoulder and said that he would see me at the same time the next day.
Well, that's how it started. It got worse each time I went to the club. Jamal and the other niggers got me to get towels for them, had me scrub their backs in the shower, even made me pick their dirty stinking jock straps up off the floor. They sent their filthy jocks and socks home with me to wash for them.
Now let me state here once and for all, that I am in no way at all gay. I don't think I ever even had a gay thought. So all of this really repulsed me. They would brush up against me so their big fat black dicks rubbed my body. They would make constant jokes about me being a faggot.
So I had it out with Jamal. I told him I was a single parent with a thirteen year old daughter and in no way gay, and I wanted to quit the club. That mention of my daughter was the biggest mistake of my life. Jamal demanded to see a photo of her. Her name is Crissy. After that, all they talked about was "Crissy the Cunt" in the locker room.
"Some fourteen year old school boy probably shoving his dick in her right now while you is at da club."
They would say things like that. Jamal would ask, "Do you suppose she had ever sucked black dick?" I told them she was totally innocent, and they should keep their foul mouths to themselves. They beat the shit out of me.
I didn't go to the club for a week. All the windows were broken on my car, and my newspaper was stolen, and somebody pissed all over our door. I received a package at work, and when I opened it, there was a pile of shit in a box. I was going nuts with anguish. I thought of going to the police, but I knew I would face even worse if I did. So I went back to the club. That was two months ago. A lot had happened in those two months.
Now I sat waiting for Jamal to speak with me. He walked up, stark naked. The first thing I saw were his huge brown feet next to me. I looked up at his long muscular legs. How could I miss the seven inch flaccid dick, thick as a flashlight and the ball sack that looked like it had oranges in it. It was fucking obscene. His stomach was hard and tight. His ass was one of those round tight nigger bubble butts. His chest well defined with large nipples. He had a killer smile, thick nigger lips, and dark flashing eyes that often looke
Unless you live way up north or play games only in the winter, dealing with 840 Watts of heat is going to be problematic for a dual GTX295 setup. Summer is worse in that you now have to pump out that heat through the AC system.
People often will bitch about their cable/DSL bill, but have they ever tried to calculate the monthly cost of electricity their gaming rig racks up alone?
Some of us don't care. :D
"Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I'm not sure about the universe." Albert Einstein