Wat’s Carbon Water-N-Stuff Thread - Concepts In Iron And Wood!!!

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Lit libturds are more like the type that would be stealing the copper water supply pipe from under your house and fall asleep before finishing, and you'd find the access door off and screw it shut and they'd starve and you'd only find the body when it started some serious stinking.
Now that's reporting!


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I logged in this morning and saw that the Political Board was a ghost town on Christmas day, as it usually is....

...with one exception.

Wat Tyler was on this board merrily shitposting his memes for almost the entirety of Christmas day, over 12 hours.

I guess he didn't want his shitpost number drop below 100 per day.

What a sad life he leads since his kids went "no contact" with him.

Happy Kwanzaa, Wat!
Oh look, bullshit. I'd rather be him than you, chud.

He knows useful stuff.

Here's a freebie: oatmeal makes swell brex. Hours later you shit it out. Study hard and learn about reality.


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Stalinist bitch. Joe himself felt the same. Had A. M. Deborin ghost texts signed by him and still in use by AmComs in the 60s.

In this otherwise outstanding work, she portrayed the Cali Highway Patrol as Nazi spies. My CCW might be in danger if that were true!



She had a bad conscience about the rich.

Gene Lyons:

"Dorothy Parker’s 'Spanish Children’s Relief Fund,' with headquarters in the offices of The North American Spanish Aid Committee.' No one has estimated how many 'Spanish cause' parties took place during these years, but without doubt they came to tens of thousands. Cocktail parties, bridge and roulette sessions, garden and swimming pool parties, theater benefits, raffles, street collections, mass meetings, little private dinners at a hundred dollars a plate [in 1937] dansants, musicales-with a communist trusty always on hand to carry off the 'take.' There were cocktail parties in penthouses and aristocratic mansions, and fifty-cent-admission evenings in middle-class flats.

"The whole underlying assumption-that Loyalist Spain needed cash-was a fake to begin with. Spain needed the right to import arms and supplies across embargo barriers, but it had plenty of money. Spanish credits in vast amounts were available in France at the disposal of the Loyalist leaders. A vast gold hoard was transferred to Russia more than half a billion dollars is the estimate given by Loyalist leaders like Aráquistain and confirmed by former Soviet agents like Krivitsky. From all indications the gold has remained there as Stalin’s loot. Only minute dribbles of the millions gathered in by the Stalinist committees ever reached Spain. Even the portion which was transferred abroad merely went into the central treasuries of international communist committees.

"The funds served to support bevies of communist bureaucrats and to pay for the costs of hoaxing the contributors. The fundraising also provided a technique for pepping up the newly faithful and expanding the whole incredible revolution.

"Out of curiosity I attended a number of the Spanish fund raising parties. One of them was in a swanky mansion on Manhattan’s fashionable East River fringe. All the guests were in dress clothes and there was a shimmer of jewels. Four floors were jammed with New York’s social and literary elite, spinning the roulette wheels, playing blackjack, shooting craps, buying drinks, playing bridge, raffling off trinkets … the house taking a generous cut for the cause and a few comrades on hand to take over the proceeds. A good time was had by all despite some obstreperous drunks.

"In a West Side apartment the prices were cheaper, the guests in mufti, but the temper was no less bizarre. A great crowd danced to the radio, drank bad punch at a quarter a throw, made love in corners-all for the Loyalists. Multiply these and endless other varieties of cause gatherings a thousandfold and you have some notion of how the racket prospered during any week end straight across the country. It prospered so well, indeed, that the Communist Party issued manuals to guide its army of collectors.

"I have one of those before me as I write: Give a Party for the PARTY it is called, and it is inscribed 'Issued by New York State Committee, Communist Party.' The causes for which these gatherings were given might be grim enough-civil conflict in Spain, the sufferings of sharecroppers, the dying Chinese-but the pamphlet is gay and blithe. The cover cartoon, by A. Redfield, shows a pair of dice prancing, young people in the throes of the Big Apple, a jazz band in full blast. The contents are in the same character. Fun and frolic for the revolution."

Next stop, Pelosiland!

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Is this relevant to our experience here?

I must say that having been a successful male policy wonk i would much prefer to have been a female cheerleader.

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Is this relevant to our experience here?

I must say that having been a successful male policy wonk i would much prefer to have been a female cheerleader.

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I don't think that there is any doubt about it. It's always been about the Kewl Kidz. What wasn't apparent years ago was the amount of Kool-Aid drunk by these same kidz. What was very apparent was one could argue with the righties in the aughts under dubya and have reasonably civil conversations. After Barry got in and you argue with them - well, you see what it looks like he now. Ascription, name-calling, and gaslighting out their asses. Being a cheerleader would likely have been easier and would have produced more approval.


I may have dislodged a bit of my logjam . . . .
 
I was two and a half days late, but I did bestow the gift of iggie on one of our less intelligent and more in-lockstep-with-st000pid posters.


"use the Iggy function and then . . . conversations."

~ DeeCeeEllMNOP
 
I don't think that there is any doubt about it. It's always been about the Kewl Kidz. What wasn't apparent years ago was the amount of Kool-Aid drunk by these same kidz. What was very apparent was one could argue with the righties in the aughts under dubya and have reasonably civil conversations. After Barry got in and you argue with them - well, you see what it looks like he now. Ascription, name-calling, and gaslighting out their asses. Being a cheerleader would likely have been easier and would have produced more approval.


I may have dislodged a bit of my logjam . . . .
I agree with you about the Reagan-era right. Although the imbeciles here would screech in horror, neoconservatism is a variety of socialism, created by former Trotskyists, and the neocons had a love of dialogue.


I would never have abandoned my life as a leftist had i not felt that the Reaganites were more curious, more honest, and certainly more committed to human freedom.

"Who owns the future?"

Here's the American future under DJT:

1. Tech excellence:


2. Immigration control:


3. Language and culture:

RoryN: Post in thread 'Remember when dumbshit PB Deplorables actually thought Musk was going to buy MSNBC? Bump this thread every day it doesn't happen, lol.' https://forum.literotica.com/thread...ay-it-doesnt-happen-lol.1622824/post-99979951

Treating serious issues as k'garten playtime. BigShitGoon prolly thinks K-Pop concerts end with a cookie, milkie, a blankie and a nap.

I was an observer more than a participant in the Obama admin, though i know enough about the real world of the real Islam to know that claiming he was Muslim was ridiculous.

As is alleging that Michelle O is trans.

Welcome to 4chanWorld.

Can we fight it?

We can and will.

But it won't be easy in a society lacking farms inhabited by excellent handlers of firearms.

The Nurk Twins, Poo Poo Pee Pee and TrashPanda Coati, love to try to gaslight me by claiming they talk to the SF police chief about me and can block my CCW.

I am lately somewhat indisposed after an accident in my home that appears not to have been accidental. For that reason, as well as because of my role as a trans leader, i meet daily with a police officer.

That worthy explains his friendship with me, which some of his colleagues question, with two lines: "the first time i saw them [me], 25 years ago, they were an extreme radical communist who told off their 'comrades' in an outstanding defense of the Second Amendment. I said, this one knows shit."

My Big Domme was a cheerleader. It prolly wouldn't have been more fun for me, and i never seek approval. But i'd have experienced throughout my life the things i have grown to love in my exploration of gender.

It's obvious i can't discuss any of the real issues facing transwomen here. And as you are a male friend i don't bring them up with you. They're not about sex. They're about what happens when one truly changes one's reality. But they're delicate.

These chuds whine because i'm rough on them. My former self would have left them as (figurative) stains on the sidewalk. This is me being girly. After all, i was verifiably involved in this:


And after that, this:


My physical reality is totally different now. When i was a 50s misfit reading avidly about Christine Jorgensen in scandal sheets and men's mags -- hurried riffles in drugstores and newsstands when the clerks weren't looking -- the world knew what a sex change is.

Now the chuds can't even imagine the existence of endocrinology.

They're deaf to this:

https://youtu.be/DoDBxrMrBgw?si=DJjeVqjApnc_4uuN

When i came on this site i supposed such issues would be dealt with here. Not a chance. I stay here because transwomen have no other media, and because i want revenge. That's the Albanian way.

I came here as this:

https://youtu.be/80O1tFvb6Ws?si=yg_21GWvmO3uFHOg

And am now this:

https://youtu.be/muUZjovOFRg?si=HOaVAOeUAIKHypF8

Meanwhile, he world is moving backwards.

It's 1381. Is Wat Tyler doomed? This time, i don't think so.

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Thirteen eighty-one has come and gone. It brought lessons for those who paid attention. I don't think we go home this time, and we have more than stones and farming implements. The Second Amendment is about weapons of war (or reasonable facsimiles thereof) in the hands of free responsible citizens. We shall not be serfs, never again.


Step One: there is a serious problem, and it will probably require serious solutions.

Step Two: we reject Teh Narrative. Now, always did, and always will. We choose to believe our senses and to hold it up to the tapestry of our own experiences and see what looks believable (very little if anything) and what needs to be rejected out-of-hand.



Ducks and chickens are a lot more interesting than most of us are led to believe.


Please get to the bottom of the non-accidental "accident." We can't be having that sort of thing.
 
The nonaccidental accident is murky. But the SFPD and others are on it. It won't happen again. Some people think because I'm on a walker I'm defenseless. Nah.

Here's a candid clip of RoryN at work:


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The nonaccidental accident is murky. But the SFPD and others are on it. It won't happen again. Some people think because I'm on a walker I'm defenseless. Nah.

Here's a candid clip of RoryN at work:


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Yeah, but "work" is relative for those "people." It's more like being on the dole and having what they call a "side hustle," which is, of course, a running scam. P-Nut the Squirrel had more scruples and more morals than that entire lot added together.
 
Yeah, but "work" is relative for those "people." It's more like being on the dole and having what they call a "side hustle," which is, of course, a running scam. P-Nut the Squirrel had more scruples and more morals than that entire lot added together.
On the other hand:


DJT: always consistent. Never lies. Thinks everything out before speaking.

At this rate DJT will abdicate in favor of Zelensky.

BTW, nothing says socialism like retooling the schools based on economic needs.

Hitler, Stalin, and Castro would be proud.

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On the other hand:


DJT: always consistent. Never lies. Thinks everything out before speaking.

At this rate DJT will abdicate in favor of Zelensky.

BTW, nothing says socialism like retooling the schools based on economic needs.

Hitler, Stalin, and Castro would be proud.

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Looking at two large apartment buildings under construction over the last week, the carpenters, painters, drywallers, bricklayers, concrete workers and site workers are almost completely immigrants. Gringos don't seem to want the work, or if they are working in those trades, it's as managers - someone to go to the weekly progress meetings, to deal with ownership and upper management, and to keep the paperwork monster satisfied. The mechanical trades - plumbing, HVAC and electrical - are still primarily gringos, for the time being.


Sputnik I terrified the West, especially the US, and we noticed that we had a lot of liberal arts degrees and fewer science and engineering degrees. We got better at it, and then we seem to have slipped again. I suspect that the dumbing down of public education has had more than a little to do with that.
 
I'm kinda like her. I'm okay with writing, and I love having written.


Paraphrasing Bukowski, it's like taking a shit when you have to shit.


The biggest "Writer's Block" I have is me.


I'm back to whittlin' . . . .

For me, writing is like letting the fantasies in my head out to play. I get to watch them in real time, and polish them a bit when they get too fuzzy around the edges, and put them down on paper (or electrons as the case may be) for others to enjoy if they choose.

Writer's block happens a lot. I give myself a bit of time to let the well of creativity fill up again. If that doesn't get me back to writing, I'll wait a bit more. If there's still nothing flowing then I sit down and write something I'm fairly certain will be garbage and deleted in the near future. However, the act of trying to write stimulates my underlying creativity and it's not very long before I'm off and writing again.
 
For me, writing is like letting the fantasies in my head out to play. I get to watch them in real time, and polish them a bit when they get too fuzzy around the edges, and put them down on paper (or electrons as the case may be) for others to enjoy if they choose.

Writer's block happens a lot. I give myself a bit of time to let the well of creativity fill up again. If that doesn't get me back to writing, I'll wait a bit more. If there's still nothing flowing then I sit down and write something I'm fairly certain will be garbage and deleted in the near future. However, the act of trying to write stimulates my underlying creativity and it's not very long before I'm off and writing again.



The more I write, the more I have to write.


Characters are fun. You are their creator, their God, and you can be a very cruel god.


I get lazy at times, and the wheels rust a bit.
 
I'm not cruel to my characters. But, if they've earned a butt whipping, then that's what they get.
 
And when you are among them and lead them in prayer, let a group of them stand [in prayer] with you and let them carry their arms. And when they have prostrated, let them be [in position] behind you and have the other group come forward which has not [yet] prayed and let them pray with you, taking precaution and carrying their arms. Those who disbelieve wish that you would neglect your weapons and your baggage so they could come down upon you in one [single] attack. But there is no blame upon you, if you are troubled by rain or are ill, for putting down your arms, but take precaution. Indeed, Allah has prepared for the disbelievers a humiliating punishment.

~ Qur'an 4:101-102
 
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