I'm not gonna lie. I'm gonna tell the truth. I just got off my yearly (sometimes semiyearly) fit where I start to thinking about the 50's and cry for a 45 minutes or so wishing I could've lived in the 50's and wondering where it all went wrong. I've had them ever since I was very young and I'll probably have them until the day that I die. But, I got to thinking about the term "summer of love" that's used to describe the 60's. If that was a summer, then the 50's were definitely a spring. And the world wars and the Depression were most definitely a winter. But if the summer was in the 60's, where did the fall come? I'd say it was in the 90's when we started fooling around in the middle east. And all winters have a first snow, and I'd say that the first snow, in the grand scheme of things, was 9/11. The previous winter lasted about 30 years. I hope for the sake of the US that the winter we're in right now doesn't last another 15, and that it doesn't take another world war to bring us out of it. And I hope that we can muster the values and morals like that of the 50's that were responsible for creating that idyllic decade. We certainly aren't going to do it arguing about bathrooms and fighting for rights that don't exist. I hope it gets better, because I don't know if I can handle it getting worse. I swear to God that we need another Joe McCarthy to shock everybody out of all this liberal, spineless, valueless, immoral, socialist, communist bullshit. I'm just afraid that it might be too late. Just a thought, I know ...
"Brexit crushes the value of Pi" and other impact studies
Experts around IPCC already see Brexit influences on climate - scenarios show that it will worsen!
There is a chance - anyway, it can’t be excluded - that due to Brexit the sacred value of Pi (those 3.14159...) will shrink, possibly to just 3.
Studies for further traces of Brexit-inducing activity also started, focusing on Vladimir Putin, Dr. Fu Manchu, Ernst Stavro Blofeld, and HAL 9000.
Research for Zionist roots in Brexit (the Jew pulling the strings behind the scenes) did for now present no unequivocal proof.
Womyn with the misfortune of having been given the first name Brittany may employ the services of a nomina-surgeon to perform a chopabrittomy followed by nominoplasty. All expenses will be covered by EU.
Art historians reconsider their Albrecht Dürer exegeses. In a recent near-consensual opinion, Dürer’s Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse (e.g. here) is claimed to forebode the Brexit.
Greenwich meridian will be irrevocably replaced by the meridian of Brussels (Le Méridien de Brussels, also in 23 22 other EU-languages - English already purged). Le Méridien de Brussels will be clearly painted on land across the globe. On seawaters it will be represented as an installation by Christo (cf. here). Le Méridien de Brussels will be visible from space.
Signs with the inscription "EXIT" will be replaced by displays of a list of "EXIT" equivalents in all 24 23 EU languages: IZLAZ, VÝSTUP , UDGANG , UITGANG , SORTIE , AUSGANG , ΈΞΟΔΟΣ , KIJÁRAT , USCITA , IZEJA , IŠĖJIMAS , WYJŚCIE , SAÍDA , IEȘIRE , ВЫХОД , VÝCHOD , SALIDA , UTGÅNG , ВИХІД . Please acquaint yourself with post-Brexit diversity.
Of course the same applies to STOP, HERE, CUBE, etc.
~ Having created "problems", "politics" seeks "solutions" :
that was 2011..2012..2013 (and Greece shouldn't have become a member of Eurozone in 2001, first of all ; their financial data were heavily doctored, and that was no secret...)
fast-forward to 2015 :
Apex of glory :
It says, in GoogleTranslator—slightly—botched—Deutsch and then in Arabic : Umm ul-Muminin, singular form of Ummul Mu'mini (Mothers of Believers), a top-level Muslim honorific for meritorious women — like e. g. Muhammad’s beloved Aisha.
That pic, 12 ' ' x 16 ' ' sized, was often held and waved to TV-cameras & photogs in the endless processions of migrants dragging through the Balkans to Austria to Germany in summer 2015. Must have been a Muslim-induced breaktrough in PoD|UyP|MaR technology (Print—on—Demand—just—Using—Your—iPhone—while—Marching—as—Refugee).
Cover of an "inconvenient" monthly journal of Internet era :
Umvolkung : Nazi-time neologism, primarily denoting the envisioned process of filling conquered Lebensraum (first of all Ostgebiet, stretching from Führer’s Reichskanzlei to Ural) with Aryan Übermenschen while dislodging non-Aryan Untermenschen. 'Umvolkung' evokes 'Umtopfung', which means repotting a plant.
Bertolt Brecht (ardent Communist since his mid-twenties, moved after WW2 to GDR) : it's a part of a short poem (Die Lösung - The Solution) written following the East Berlin uprising of 17th June (1953 ; crushed by - local - Soviet troops, including tanks in streets) :
the people Had forfeited the confidence of the government . Would it not be easier In that case for the government To dissolve ...
First he didn't get the gun control that he wanted. Then the Supreme Court (how DARE they? No one is Supreme but Him...) declared his Executive Amnesty to be illegal, or unconstipational, or something...
And then, Britain took the world one giant step AWAY from the New One World Government Order that Dear Leader wants (and deserves) to become the head of after he's finished off with the United States.
In a stunning upset of the forces of order and decency, the British have voted to exit the European Union. Prime Minister David Cameron has conceded the vote, and, with a catch in his voice as he spoke at No. 10 Downing Street, announced his impending resignation by October.
It seems that knuckle-dragging nationalism is not just the province of the American provincials. A coalition of soccer hooligans, imperialists, hoidy-toidy aristocrats, greedy bourgeoisie, skin-heads, Christians, and persons-not-of-color have managed to pull off an obviously rigged victory in the referendum held on 23 June.
These selfish Britons have refused to open their borders to the peace-loving refugees fleeing the horrors of war currently disrupting the Religion of Peace. They have rejected the peaceful effort to bring the hard-working welfare recipients to their shores. They seem somehow reluctant to adopt sharia, undoubtedly due to their subconscious bent toward fascism.
The insensitive denizens of the Isles of Alba continue to cling to their roast beef (an obvious insult to their Hindu population), their morning fryup of bacon (a calculated slap in the face of Islam) and their pints of warm beer.
To add further insult to all right-minded people, they have rejected the wise counsel of our beloved President, Barack Obama, who warned them that if they were naughty and tried to reclaim their sovereignty from Brussels, they would face immediate financial ruin because the U.S. does not make trade deals with single nations.
Their defiance of goodness knows no bounds: they even defied the edict issued by benevolent billionaire George Soros, the Man Who Broke the Bank of England with his currency manipulation in 1992. Soros has predicted dire ...
The Democrats’ recent historic, storied, epic, heroic, and romantically glorious sit-in on the House floor has inspired me to ponder what I can do to get noticed, become a social media darling, and engage in a little fundraising for my foundation that does so much to help the oppressed and less fortunate by drawing other people’s attention to their plight.
Eight years ago, I perched on a high-rise ledge to raise awareness of how much I cared about something. I spent 62 days on that ledge, during which time I raised the awareness, started a national dialogue among everyone who agreed with the need to raise that awareness, and collected a lot of free stuff to make my perch-in a great deal less the hardship it appeared to be to low information masses.
Until Day 62, when Zampolit Blokhayev, who’d obviously been radicalized by the hateful rhetoric of Republicans and the NRA, somehow managed to get his hands on a semi-automatic deadly-assault lock-and-loading self-shooting rapid-fire multi-ammo high-powered head-blowing maximum-destructive super-fatal trigger-happy bloodthirsty machine gun.
He readied it, aimed it, and then fired it at me. I was struck with a glancing blow that knocked me off the ledge. I plummeted toward certain death on the street below with no hope of my fall being broken, except by rubbernecked gawkers who all turned and fled for their pathetic lives once they realized that wasn’t a cloud sliding over the sun, but the shadow of my body about to drop on them with a horrific splat.
As I cursed Republicans and the NRA for murdering me in cold blood and screamed for the Government to save me (since we all know thoughts and prayers never work), my red headscarf suddenly snagged itself on a horizontal ...