Let's not ruin the Internet with regulations and politics imposed by above. It's already a community, let it dictate it. Impossible, of course, in the world ruled by Big Money. Impossible unless deadly force is used.
You just walked out of the room? That's all? I'm disappointed. I expected you to beat him up savagely, to snap his bones like dried wood, to slice open his face with a letter opener and gouge out his eyes with your thumbs, and then to urinate into the bloody, empty eyesockets. I hoped for a good tale of good ol' ultraviolence. How you cracked his zoobies, how the krovvy ploshed all around from the burst cables as you razrezzed him through the shiyah with your nozh. How you dunged on his litso. You owe me an appy polly loggy, eunuch jelly.
Ah, yes, the "most powerful military forces" that have not been able to defeat the alibans in 10 years? Those "powerful military forces" who were sent packing from Somalia? I'm quaking in my slippers. The "corporations" may have tanks (doubtful) but they're key people are PEOPLE and they are vulnerable to bullets.
Of course, you're just making the same excuse: "it's impossible, they have already won, so I don't have to do anything".
It also needs a very big infrastructure destruction. Those people, unlike mad dog Kadhaffi, can't function without the huge corporate machine that supports their way of life. Do enough damage and they'll either cave in or be buried. But what it really boils down to is: which one do you want to be? The one who will be herded like cattle or the one who will fight?
The ammo box is still there. Be sure it's big enough and full. One of the greatest equalizing factors in life is that a rifle bullet will split apart the head of a homeless man or a big corporation's CEO in exactly the same way. If there's something people in power are not used to, and are scared of, is violence against them that they cannot avoid or control. A campaign of selective assassinations will quickly put those smug fat cats into place.
You've never met a real "professional in emergency service" so angry at volunteers because, simply, the poster is not one. He's a loserboy jerking off to kiddie scat porn in his overweight mama's basement . Pay no attention to him as he whacks his microscopic weenie in the darkness.
No, loserboy, but it would make the water in your deeper layers turn to steam, causing both internal injuries and a nice steam explosion that would leave a gaping, ragged wound to our collective gleeful giggles.
A loserboy nerd once tried this approach, by going all Gandhi on us hoping to prevent the savage beating he rightly deserved. So instead of beating him up and shitting on his face, we decided to humor him: we kicked him in the groin and threw him into a dumpster. Day after day, we would kick him in the groin and throw him into a dumpster. After about three days of being kicked in the groin and being thrown into a dumpster, he erupted into an incoherent bawl like all loserboy do when they feel they are unjustly harassed. At this point we beat him up and took a dump on his face.
As you said it, this is war: the war for individual freedom against corporate tyranny. And just as Sony is determined to bend the whole world to its will, we're determined to break it. Since peaceful protest isn't working, we'll use violence: we will assassinate key Sony personnel, we will storm their offices leaving their employees dead, we will destroy their facilities. And in the meantime we will hunt down little shills like you, slice your faces open with x-acto knives, pull the bloody strips apart and defecate on your raw flesh.
It's not a rewriting from Mordor's perspective, more a reimagining. A proper rewriting in the same narrative universe would have had to have Sauron as still a Maiar, not a human with a title and Arda as Earth, not a parallel world.
"No American citizens of German descent were interred during the war"... Do you mean American citizens of German descent who died could only be cremated?
The keywords here are "stupid joke", "done many times by professional comedians", "21-year-old aspiring musician". He thought he was playing in the same field as the Big Boys with Big Lawyers. Big mistake. There is royalty, there are their jesters and courtesans, there are royalty's guards and minions, and there are little people. Those who belong to the latter category ought to know better than to stick their heads where they're not allowed. When the little guy plays with the Big Boys, the Big Boys rip the little guy's head off, chew on his brains and spit them out, shit into his skull and wipe their asses with his face.
And that's why the next step must be: blow up Sony's offices, kill Sony's personnel. Especially execs and technicians, who are hard to replace. One bomb per day would be nice. Can a huge corporation survive boycotts? Yes, they have so many diversified activities you can't boycott them all. Can it survive legal battles? Yes, it has more money than any of its enemies. Can it survive massive, unrestrained violence? No, a corporation after all is made of people, and they can be killed like anyone else.
We can see you're a would-be rapist. You strongly identify with rapists and do not like at all the idea of women being able to defend themselves because they would put your worthless life at risk. Report to the nearest protein extraction facility for termination and recycling.
... When men were men and horses were horses, if a kid raped a girl SHE would hire a hitman to take him out or her family would do it. My Grandpa, bless his cigar-chomping rattlesnake-eating soul, once said to me: "you know, kid, your generation thinks you've got it hard but it just ain't so. Things have always been screwed up because if there's something Man is good at, is screwing things up. Anyway, when I was your age a young man about eighteen (we didn't call anyone over 14 "kid" back then) took his liberties with a town girl. And by "taking his liberties" I mean he fucked her in the ass without her consent. She comes home visibly upset and tells his father that this piece of shit from who knows where just fucked her in the ass without her consent. Now, we're pretty tolerant folks but if there's something we believe in is that nobody fucks a woman in the ass without her consent. That's just plain rude. And that was exactly what her father thought so he called his two sons and made a couple of phone calls and we met in the town square. We held a little meeting and decided that no, this piece of shit couldn't get away with fucking the girl - any girl - in the ass without her consent. And that included Rose the Thorny Bush, who practically went around with a FREE ENTRANCE sign taped to her ass and a pile of signed consent forms in her purse. But I digress. OK, to cut a long story short we get our hands on the piece of shit and after punching the lights out of him, we drag him to the town square where we decide what to do with him. Good old Ezekiel, who has always been two days short of a Sunday if you take my meaning, proposes that since he fucked the girl in the ass without her consent, we should do the same and fuck him in the ass without his consent too. But we're not rude people you know, and we don't go around fucking people in the ass without their consent even if they have fucked other people in the ass without their consent. It's just a no-no. There are limits to what you can do to even the most vile person. So we decided to torture him to death by dismembering him alive. Which wasn't exactly easy in those times, we didn't have those fancy chrome-vanadium chainsaws you guys use to dismember people. Dismembering people back then was serious business. So we gathered saws, hatchets, knives, whatever and cut him to little pieces, and burned most of him but some of us being sentimental people decided to keep a piece. I kept his dick. Had it stuffed and mounted but I grew sick of it and left it in the attic. Wanna see it?"
We went up and he showed me the thing. It was covered in dust and cobwebs but armed with a vacuum cleaner I managed to uncover it and lo and behold, there was the dead terrified face of the miserable rapist who so long ago fucked that poor girl in the ass without her consent. "Grandpa," I said "you told me you took his dick."
"Well, he WAS a dickhead, don't ya think?" Yeah, bless ol'Grandpa.
Self-defeating nerd is self-defeating, news at 11. Only because you know there's nothing you can ever do, do not speak for the rest. Your "reason" boils down to "I'm a powerless piece of shit so... So... EVERYBODY MUST BE TOO!" And that's why you deserve a brown swirlie. By the way a sober and industrialized nation, Switzerland, just this weekend shot down an initiative to toughen gun laws in a popular vote. This is, probably, the safest and more peaceful nation in Europe. Dismissed, loserboy.
Come on, admit it: you would punch any of Bart Sibrel's ilk straight into the face, with a good spiked knuckleduster like the rest of us. You would love to see the teeth flying, the skin breaking open. You would relish the screams as you slice the flesh away ribbon by bloody ribbon with rusted razorblades. You would sing to the beautiful sound of tendons snapping and bones breaking as you twist his limbs beyond the limits imposed by nature. Don't be ashamed, it's only nature.
Amen to that. A nerdy kid tried to convince me the Moon landings were faked. After patiently listening to about 3 seconds of his not-knowledge of physics I grabbed him by his scrawny neck and bashed his head against a locker door. Immediately I hit him in the solar plexus with my knee then punched his glasses into his eyes with a swinging punch. Then I threw him heads down into an unflushed toilet and kept him under until he passed out. I considered pissing on him, but it would have been a waste of urine.
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I'm sick of this world where money > all.
Then commit suicide. It's not going to change, ever.
Let's not ruin the Internet with regulations and politics imposed by above. It's already a community, let it dictate it. Impossible, of course, in the world ruled by Big Money. Impossible unless deadly force is used.
You just walked out of the room? That's all? I'm disappointed. I expected you to beat him up savagely, to snap his bones like dried wood, to slice open his face with a letter opener and gouge out his eyes with your thumbs, and then to urinate into the bloody, empty eyesockets. I hoped for a good tale of good ol' ultraviolence. How you cracked his zoobies, how the krovvy ploshed all around from the burst cables as you razrezzed him through the shiyah with your nozh. How you dunged on his litso. You owe me an appy polly loggy, eunuch jelly.
Ah, yes, the "most powerful military forces" that have not been able to defeat the alibans in 10 years? Those "powerful military forces" who were sent packing from Somalia? I'm quaking in my slippers. The "corporations" may have tanks (doubtful) but they're key people are PEOPLE and they are vulnerable to bullets. Of course, you're just making the same excuse: "it's impossible, they have already won, so I don't have to do anything".
It also needs a very big infrastructure destruction. Those people, unlike mad dog Kadhaffi, can't function without the huge corporate machine that supports their way of life. Do enough damage and they'll either cave in or be buried. But what it really boils down to is: which one do you want to be? The one who will be herded like cattle or the one who will fight?
The ammo box is still there. Be sure it's big enough and full. One of the greatest equalizing factors in life is that a rifle bullet will split apart the head of a homeless man or a big corporation's CEO in exactly the same way. If there's something people in power are not used to, and are scared of, is violence against them that they cannot avoid or control. A campaign of selective assassinations will quickly put those smug fat cats into place.
You forgot "reverse the polarity of the neutron flow". The rest is pretty much accurate.
You've never met a real "professional in emergency service" so angry at volunteers because, simply, the poster is not one. He's a loserboy jerking off to kiddie scat porn in his overweight mama's basement . Pay no attention to him as he whacks his microscopic weenie in the darkness.
In your dreams, masturbator boy.
No, loserboy, but it would make the water in your deeper layers turn to steam, causing both internal injuries and a nice steam explosion that would leave a gaping, ragged wound to our collective gleeful giggles.
A loserboy nerd once tried this approach, by going all Gandhi on us hoping to prevent the savage beating he rightly deserved. So instead of beating him up and shitting on his face, we decided to humor him: we kicked him in the groin and threw him into a dumpster. Day after day, we would kick him in the groin and throw him into a dumpster. After about three days of being kicked in the groin and being thrown into a dumpster, he erupted into an incoherent bawl like all loserboy do when they feel they are unjustly harassed. At this point we beat him up and took a dump on his face.
As you said it, this is war: the war for individual freedom against corporate tyranny. And just as Sony is determined to bend the whole world to its will, we're determined to break it. Since peaceful protest isn't working, we'll use violence: we will assassinate key Sony personnel, we will storm their offices leaving their employees dead, we will destroy their facilities. And in the meantime we will hunt down little shills like you, slice your faces open with x-acto knives, pull the bloody strips apart and defecate on your raw flesh.
Yes, Craiglist is a wretched hive of scum and villainy.
It's not a rewriting from Mordor's perspective, more a reimagining. A proper rewriting in the same narrative universe would have had to have Sauron as still a Maiar, not a human with a title and Arda as Earth, not a parallel world.
"No American citizens of German descent were interred during the war"... Do you mean American citizens of German descent who died could only be cremated?
I drink ceylon for breakfast, loserboy nerd.
The keywords here are "stupid joke", "done many times by professional comedians", "21-year-old aspiring musician". He thought he was playing in the same field as the Big Boys with Big Lawyers. Big mistake. There is royalty, there are their jesters and courtesans, there are royalty's guards and minions, and there are little people. Those who belong to the latter category ought to know better than to stick their heads where they're not allowed. When the little guy plays with the Big Boys, the Big Boys rip the little guy's head off, chew on his brains and spit them out, shit into his skull and wipe their asses with his face.
And that's why the next step must be: blow up Sony's offices, kill Sony's personnel. Especially execs and technicians, who are hard to replace. One bomb per day would be nice. Can a huge corporation survive boycotts? Yes, they have so many diversified activities you can't boycott them all. Can it survive legal battles? Yes, it has more money than any of its enemies. Can it survive massive, unrestrained violence? No, a corporation after all is made of people, and they can be killed like anyone else.
We can see you're a would-be rapist. You strongly identify with rapists and do not like at all the idea of women being able to defend themselves because they would put your worthless life at risk. Report to the nearest protein extraction facility for termination and recycling.
... When men were men and horses were horses, if a kid raped a girl SHE would hire a hitman to take him out or her family would do it. My Grandpa, bless his cigar-chomping rattlesnake-eating soul, once said to me: "you know, kid, your generation thinks you've got it hard but it just ain't so. Things have always been screwed up because if there's something Man is good at, is screwing things up. Anyway, when I was your age a young man about eighteen (we didn't call anyone over 14 "kid" back then) took his liberties with a town girl. And by "taking his liberties" I mean he fucked her in the ass without her consent. She comes home visibly upset and tells his father that this piece of shit from who knows where just fucked her in the ass without her consent. Now, we're pretty tolerant folks but if there's something we believe in is that nobody fucks a woman in the ass without her consent. That's just plain rude. And that was exactly what her father thought so he called his two sons and made a couple of phone calls and we met in the town square. We held a little meeting and decided that no, this piece of shit couldn't get away with fucking the girl - any girl - in the ass without her consent. And that included Rose the Thorny Bush, who practically went around with a FREE ENTRANCE sign taped to her ass and a pile of signed consent forms in her purse. But I digress. OK, to cut a long story short we get our hands on the piece of shit and after punching the lights out of him, we drag him to the town square where we decide what to do with him. Good old Ezekiel, who has always been two days short of a Sunday if you take my meaning, proposes that since he fucked the girl in the ass without her consent, we should do the same and fuck him in the ass without his consent too. But we're not rude people you know, and we don't go around fucking people in the ass without their consent even if they have fucked other people in the ass without their consent. It's just a no-no. There are limits to what you can do to even the most vile person. So we decided to torture him to death by dismembering him alive. Which wasn't exactly easy in those times, we didn't have those fancy chrome-vanadium chainsaws you guys use to dismember people. Dismembering people back then was serious business. So we gathered saws, hatchets, knives, whatever and cut him to little pieces, and burned most of him but some of us being sentimental people decided to keep a piece. I kept his dick. Had it stuffed and mounted but I grew sick of it and left it in the attic. Wanna see it?" We went up and he showed me the thing. It was covered in dust and cobwebs but armed with a vacuum cleaner I managed to uncover it and lo and behold, there was the dead terrified face of the miserable rapist who so long ago fucked that poor girl in the ass without her consent. "Grandpa," I said "you told me you took his dick." "Well, he WAS a dickhead, don't ya think?" Yeah, bless ol'Grandpa.
Kill themselves with fire and make the world a better, cleaner, healthier place.
Self-defeating nerd is self-defeating, news at 11. Only because you know there's nothing you can ever do, do not speak for the rest. Your "reason" boils down to "I'm a powerless piece of shit so... So... EVERYBODY MUST BE TOO!" And that's why you deserve a brown swirlie. By the way a sober and industrialized nation, Switzerland, just this weekend shot down an initiative to toughen gun laws in a popular vote. This is, probably, the safest and more peaceful nation in Europe. Dismissed, loserboy.
No, the perk is making the kids set themselves on fire.
Come on, admit it: you would punch any of Bart Sibrel's ilk straight into the face, with a good spiked knuckleduster like the rest of us. You would love to see the teeth flying, the skin breaking open. You would relish the screams as you slice the flesh away ribbon by bloody ribbon with rusted razorblades. You would sing to the beautiful sound of tendons snapping and bones breaking as you twist his limbs beyond the limits imposed by nature. Don't be ashamed, it's only nature.
Amen to that. A nerdy kid tried to convince me the Moon landings were faked. After patiently listening to about 3 seconds of his not-knowledge of physics I grabbed him by his scrawny neck and bashed his head against a locker door. Immediately I hit him in the solar plexus with my knee then punched his glasses into his eyes with a swinging punch. Then I threw him heads down into an unflushed toilet and kept him under until he passed out. I considered pissing on him, but it would have been a waste of urine.