If there's one thing Slashbots LOVE, it's forcing children to endure pixellated murder and rape sequences on their 'we-hate-proprietary-systems-but-love-Sony-because -they're-not-Mikey$oft' PS2s.
Mainly because you STILL can't get adequate games for Linux.
I just heard some sad news on talk radio - cabaret magician Roy Horn, of Seigfried and Roy fame, was found mauled on his Las Vegas stage this morning. There weren't any more details yet. I'm sure we'll all miss him, even if you weren't a fan of his work there's no denying his contribution to glitzy showmanship. Truly an American icon.
By now, everyone's familiar with the familiar song and dance about Star Wars being the Woodstock of our generation, about how Joseph Campbell and the power of myth powered the most comprehensive comparative religion fable rolled into one tell-all amazing sci-fi epic of epic proportions that you could probably just puke. The truth is, that crap just sells more tickets to pseudo-intellectuals who need to rationalize going for the eleventh time to see a movie about their most deeply rooted fear: impotence and premature ejaculation. Star Wars is one big cock tale about one and only one thing, the ability to get and keep it up all the way to the end. The Great Gatsby
Start by just looking at the poster. Just as the Empire Strikes Back poster was a direct rip off of the Gone With the Wind marquee, the style-A one-sheet for Star Wars is a classic rip-off of the original cover art for The Great Gatsby. In that image, the face of Daisy is hovering above the city, the milieu in which Tom Buchanan and Jay Gatsby battle it out for her affections. Luke, and Han stand in for Tom and Jay in this case, with Leia representing Daisy, obviously, but the real clincher here is the equation of sex and death as Darth Vader represents the ur-feminine principle that must be conquered, who is both an embodiment of Luke's worst fears via the sins of his (literally) "dark father," as well as the cosmic representation of the anima as female she-bitch whose dark side is tamed only in sexual conquest. In the poster, a swimming load of semen ejaculates from Leia's side as X and Y-wing chromosomes blast their way up to fertilize and impregnate the cosmic egg of the Death Star, which as everyone by now has memorized, has a narrow trench with a small hole at the end, in which only a "direct hit" will trigger her. Thus, Star Wars is both a macroscopic psychological retelling of the ancient tale with a microscopic biological precis as to its physical achievement.
The X-wing fighters, you recall, have a phallus-shaped nose from which the payload of deathlove must, literally, come. Lots of folks get confused by the fact that the four cannons on each end of the X-wings are the source of the laser beams, but remember, to trigger the death star's chain reaction, you have to fire proton torpedoes from the nose of the craft. These protein torpedoes, as we shall see, do more than just hit their mark and send her shuddering into a cosmic orgasm--recreating what the French call the "little death"--but they also reinstigate the cosmic cycle of rebirth, as the Phoenix of the empire rises from her own ashes only to be done in again and again symbolically and literally in each subsequent film.
What is Luke's tool for fighting this cosmic sex goddess? He must acquire, then learn, then master his father's sexual mysticism, the force, the primary weapon of which is mental control for the physical handling of a light saber. The film opens with Luke in the same psycho-sexual status as that of the film's primary audience--he is eleven years old, just beginning to understand the power he holds in his hands. Then, through the trustworthy guidance of his elderly loving uncle whose pedophilia is all too understandable in the context of this already dysfunctional family drama (for Luke will ultimately discover that the object of his affection is the ultimate taboo--his sister!), Luke begins to play at swordsmanship with this strange new tool that erects on command with the slightest caress. The phallic connections between swords and penises are far too exhaustively covered in the last hundred years of Freudian literature, and suffice it to say that we won't elaborate on them here, but it is worth noting that the purpose of his training is to learn the art of the slow build, the gentle arousal of his conquest, which is consistently contrasted throughout with Han Solo's wham-bam-thank-you-maam approach of the holstered blaster, ready to pull out, fire, and put away at a moment's notice.
But if swordfighting is merely a symbolic cover for cockfightin
Yes, but Freddie Mercury was a homosexual that died of AIDS. (God's divine punishment, I hasten to add.) Sir Mixalot is a negroid beast. And David St. Hubbins is a fictional character.
ADHD is a polite euphamism for 'stupid'. As soon as you understand that, you also understand that these ignorant shitheads deserve to be mocked and villified.
You'll be telling us next that you think dyslexia is a real problem, when in fact the only thing wrong with byslexics is that they're bloody lazy.
Can't cope in society? Wait for some bleeding heart liberal to wipe your ass.
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If there's one thing Slashbots LOVE, it's forcing children to endure pixellated murder and rape sequences on their 'we-hate-proprietary-systems-but-love-Sony-because -they're-not-Mikey$oft' PS2s.
Mainly because you STILL can't get adequate games for Linux.
You hate them because they're Christian. Whereas if it was an islamic site you'll be falling over yourselves to suck their rancid dunecoon cocks.
In Taco's case, that would mean helping the children to ease their greased sphincters onto his engorged member.
I thought Slashdot's Top-Selling Videogame Publisher was the one that brought out 'Battle Raper 2 - Homosexual edition.'
Teenage girls ARE brain damaged.
Rape-fodder, the lot of them!
That and the whole 'ejaculating into your face' thing?
When will you losers grow the fuck up? Final Fantasy is a CHILD'S game. Chocobos? FUCKING CHOCOBOS????? Gayness Incarnate.
Is that The Prisoner or The Matrix you're talking about here?
... that would have been a MUCH better movie than the trash that turned out.
Err, guys... Grow the FUCK up!!!
Oh heeeear the word of the Lord!
I, for one, welcome our 'Holodeck'-like overlords.
I just heard some sad news on talk radio - cabaret magician Roy Horn, of Seigfried and Roy fame, was found mauled on his Las Vegas stage this morning. There weren't any more details yet. I'm sure we'll all miss him, even if you weren't a fan of his work there's no denying his contribution to glitzy showmanship. Truly an American icon.
They're islamic. Of course they're going to be immature and insulting.
islam is an insult to the very things that make humanity great!
Niggeria is an islamic nation.
Why are we not surprised?
Never trust an islamic.
By now, everyone's familiar with the familiar song and dance about Star Wars being the Woodstock of our generation, about how Joseph Campbell and the power of myth powered the most comprehensive comparative religion fable rolled into one tell-all amazing sci-fi epic of epic proportions that you could probably just puke. The truth is, that crap just sells more tickets to pseudo-intellectuals who need to rationalize going for the eleventh time to see a movie about their most deeply rooted fear: impotence and premature ejaculation. Star Wars is one big cock tale about one and only one thing, the ability to get and keep it up all the way to the end.
The Great Gatsby
Start by just looking at the poster. Just as the Empire Strikes Back poster was a direct rip off of the Gone With the Wind marquee, the style-A one-sheet for Star Wars is a classic rip-off of the original cover art for The Great Gatsby. In that image, the face of Daisy is hovering above the city, the milieu in which Tom Buchanan and Jay Gatsby battle it out for her affections. Luke, and Han stand in for Tom and Jay in this case, with Leia representing Daisy, obviously, but the real clincher here is the equation of sex and death as Darth Vader represents the ur-feminine principle that must be conquered, who is both an embodiment of Luke's worst fears via the sins of his (literally) "dark father," as well as the cosmic representation of the anima as female she-bitch whose dark side is tamed only in sexual conquest. In the poster, a swimming load of semen ejaculates from Leia's side as X and Y-wing chromosomes blast their way up to fertilize and impregnate the cosmic egg of the Death Star, which as everyone by now has memorized, has a narrow trench with a small hole at the end, in which only a "direct hit" will trigger her. Thus, Star Wars is both a macroscopic psychological retelling of the ancient tale with a microscopic biological precis as to its physical achievement.
The X-wing fighters, you recall, have a phallus-shaped nose from which the payload of deathlove must, literally, come. Lots of folks get confused by the fact that the four cannons on each end of the X-wings are the source of the laser beams, but remember, to trigger the death star's chain reaction, you have to fire proton torpedoes from the nose of the craft. These protein torpedoes, as we shall see, do more than just hit their mark and send her shuddering into a cosmic orgasm--recreating what the French call the "little death"--but they also reinstigate the cosmic cycle of rebirth, as the Phoenix of the empire rises from her own ashes only to be done in again and again symbolically and literally in each subsequent film.
What is Luke's tool for fighting this cosmic sex goddess? He must acquire, then learn, then master his father's sexual mysticism, the force, the primary weapon of which is mental control for the physical handling of a light saber. The film opens with Luke in the same psycho-sexual status as that of the film's primary audience--he is eleven years old, just beginning to understand the power he holds in his hands. Then, through the trustworthy guidance of his elderly loving uncle whose pedophilia is all too understandable in the context of this already dysfunctional family drama (for Luke will ultimately discover that the object of his affection is the ultimate taboo--his sister!), Luke begins to play at swordsmanship with this strange new tool that erects on command with the slightest caress. The phallic connections between swords and penises are far too exhaustively covered in the last hundred years of Freudian literature, and suffice it to say that we won't elaborate on them here, but it is worth noting that the purpose of his training is to learn the art of the slow build, the gentle arousal of his conquest, which is consistently contrasted throughout with Han Solo's wham-bam-thank-you-maam approach of the holstered blaster, ready to pull out, fire, and put away at a moment's notice.
But if swordfighting is merely a symbolic cover for cockfightin
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Whenever I hear that quartet on the news I know that another coonskin has died by his brother's hand.
Beautiful.
Yes, but Freddie Mercury was a homosexual that died of AIDS. (God's divine punishment, I hasten to add.) Sir Mixalot is a negroid beast. And David St. Hubbins is a fictional character.
So FUCK OFF!
I just remember that bird with the messy hair from the movie, and thinking what a proper dirty fuck she'd be once she's legal.
Which puts me on a higher moral ground than at least 99% of Slashdot posters.
New Harry Potter book? Slaughterhouse more like!
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ADHD is a polite euphamism for 'stupid'. As soon as you understand that, you also understand that these ignorant shitheads deserve to be mocked and villified.
You'll be telling us next that you think dyslexia is a real problem, when in fact the only thing wrong with byslexics is that they're bloody lazy.
Can't cope in society? Wait for some bleeding heart liberal to wipe your ass.