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

"I am free because I know that I alone am morally responsible for everything I do. I am free, no matter what rules surround me. If I find them tolerable, I tolerate them; if I find them too obnoxious, I break them. I am free because I know that I alone am morally responsible for everything I do."

~ Robert A. Heinlein
How bout her, add to your dancing girls.

 
It's not TERRORISM...it's mostly peaceful protest!!

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They can never leave alone the folks who just want to be left alone, and then they whinge bitterly when they get what they get because they don't like it. It just never goes the way they think it should.
 
They can never leave alone the folks who just want to be left alone, and then they whinge bitterly when they get what they get because they don't like it. It just never goes the way they think it should.

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Dude in Bot Boi’s example died during the "protest", so…

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Apex predation is not to be relinquished. This is where half a billion years of evolution has landed us.


The troll quality control department has severely lowered its standards, probably made in China.


By minors who never see sun, of lesser quality parts, and they skimp on QC.
 
Apex predation is not to be relinquished. This is where half a billion years of evolution has landed us.


The troll quality control department has severely lowered its standards, probably made in China.


By minors who never see sun, of lesser quality parts, and they skimp on QC.

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Everything is as it should be:

Wat is an impotent-punk-ass-cuck-incel, and they get slapped around like an impotent-punk-ass-cuck-incel.

Just as nature intended.

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It's a damned shame that in the struggle for character building, self-interest always seems to derail it. And sadder still is a big part of that, critical thinking gets pushed into the ditch in favor of seeking approval from the crowd.


Once again, Wat breathes. "Guns kills people" is a fucking myth.


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It's not about right or wrong, it's not about good or bad, it's only about does it work or does it not. If it works, then very simply, fuck the rest of it.


 
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If a person does what is wrong, let one not do it again.
Let one not find pleasure in wrong.
Painful is the accumulation of bad conduct.

Do not dwell on the past, do not dream of the future, concentrate the mind on the present.

~ Buddha


Such service is not a mere conforming to some external rule of
behavior, but instead a manifestation of your original nature.


~ Lao Tzu



And we are not always either aware or correct about what "service" looks like . . . .
 
Wrapping up Rudel's memoirs. In early November of 1944, he was shot down behind Soviet lines. He and his gunner attempted to swim across a river - he made it and his gunner drowned. He has to shed some of his wet clothes and his shoes - it's maybe a few degrees above freezing, and he's wet. He dodged Soviet soldiers that afternoon. He ran all night and tore up his feet, but he finally was rescued the next day and taken back to his air base where he recovered. His feet were a mess but he went back to work.

In late November of 1944, he took two 13mm slugs in his left leg. They took out the one that didn't pass through and put his leg in plaster-of-Paris and he was "back at work" inside of two weeks. He was told not to fly anymore but talked his way out of it.

On 1 January 1945, he was given a brand new gold Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with oak leaves, swords, and diamonds. It was the highest award that the Third Reich over created for real soldiers (Goering had a special just-for-him medal, but Goering, so so what. The intent was to give the Rudel medal to some other exceptional people also, but that never happened. Hitler then grounded him again, and he talked his way out of it and went back to the war, which was by this time same as it had been for awhile, being a tank buster.

They tried to transfer him to another special command, and he talked his way back to his unit and shooting T-34s. On 9 February, he took a 40mm slug in his right calf and lost his foot and part of his lower leg. He was out of action until he returned at the end of March, sans leg, sans healed stump, and sans prosthesis. The Stuka has a pushrod which operates the rear flap - push down with the left foot to go left and the right to go right. Except. Well, it seems that one can hook one's left foot under the pushrod and pull up to go right. His mechanic made something which was more effective for him. It seems his crew loved him and admired his toughness.

He talked himself again out of an assignment to command ME262s for a final last-ditch effort, saying that his expertise was dive bombing and that they should get a jet guy to head it up.

After the surrender on 8 May, Rudel and what was left of his command flew out of their encircled airfield and headed southwest to an American air base. They made hard landings with their planes so as to deliver nothing serviceable. He took care of his people. Nothing was going to be good or nice, but it was better than falling to the Russians.

This man may have been the highest decorated soldier in military history. He surely was as tough and determined as they come, going well beyond expectations and holding himself to a standard of excellence and of sacrifice in the face of overwhelming odds and certain disaster. Amazingly impressive, to say the very least.


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I took out a street light with a potato gun on the third shot one time. Had to adjust my doobie to the other side of my mouth. Dave Berry used to shoot gymnast Barbies out into Biscayne Bay from the top of the Miami herald building.

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My mentor won’t let me shoot street lights. We actually did have that discussion 15 years ago. I doubt he has let my rules change. Of course, I could shoot a street light and not tell him.


At the end of his book about the Hells Angels, Thompson describes when they parted ways after they kicked his ass. The angels have a rule that, whenever an angel punches a non-angel, all other angels will participate. Thompson stuck his nose in where he had no business being and got punched, and that escalated promptly to an ass whipping. I think it was kind of funny.


Out there is a YouTube video with Thompson and one of the senior angels on a TV show. Thompson can hardly look at the guy. The guy tells the story that Thompson butted into a boyfriend/girlfriend argument and told the guy he was a punk for slapping the woman. He certainly seemed to have earned the beating he got. I’ll look for the video later.
 
Please let us know when law enforcement officials in California passively accept your boasts about terrorism by granting you a concealed carry permit.

In the meantime, most of us will patiently wait for that day and skip over the diarrhea explosions that constitute your daily posts on Lit.
Gosh, the TrashPanda is tetchy. Not enough TV dinners in the garbage, one supposes.

You need to spend some time rilly thinking things out before you post this weenie-roast nonsense.

You enjoy frolicking on a website made up mainly of pathological liars who babble and vomit and then try to excuse it all as fantasy.

This isn't fantasy. This is wretched guff emitted by incels.

Here's fantasy:


I work as an author and critic in the film industry. I publish books. I run for office. I lead a sex workers' support group. I work daily with San Francisco Police officers to abate crime and to monitor extremism.

I have no problem with law enforcement. They know me. They know my bio. I am an exhibitionist. I dance nude. I have had some minor trouble about having sex openly in parks. I like visceral sex with an audience. I see it as revolutionary.

You seem to be the only chud in the world who missed the memo: this is My City. People like me rule here.

Further, policing is a profession. The job of the officers is to know who is a real problem and who isn't.

A creep keeping a young female sex slave and compelling her to help him sell meth, while abusing and threatening ordinary folks on the street, is a law enforcement problem. Especially when the sex slave attempts suicide. I am helping law enforcement deal with a specific such case, among others.

My sucking my own nipples with my huge hooters out on a park bench after giving myself a blow job on the street is not a law enforcement problem in San Francisco or in Cali generally. It may be in Sierra Vista, AZ. In My City the only react is to ask if it's a yoga posture.

Indeed, the question of how bourgeois society acts about such behavior when the person involved is famous and locally popular is itself a legitimate intellectual issue.

It's the subtext here:


People seeing BTB play publically with a max butt plug while putting lipstick on my anal vaj lips (using a mirror) and shoving gouts of THC lube into my crack may be shocked if they just got here from Coconino County. Via Greyhound.

To my neighbors, friends, lovers, comrades, et al hereabouts, it's just me being me. No different from gay men hanging out nude, dykes riding Harleys, or trans prostitutes marching with a brass band to the tune of:


And the interest of law enforcement, given that i am a responsible neighbor, is to protect me. Including with my CCW.

I have never engaged in sustained criminal activity of the usual banal sort. I have never been charged with a felony.

My terrorism was and is strategic and tactical. I get away with it every time. And i am candid about it.

What i do with firearms is my business, but since in this manner you need to dive in, go ahead:


You are free to contact law enforcement in Cali since you are so terrified of me. Complain to them. Let's see what happens.

BTW, Noam Chomsky isn't too far from you. Why not check and see if he remembers me?


The world IRL is very different from how you imagine it to be, there in your suburban outhouse. Wat Tyler knows how the world is.

Out here on the Western Edge it's my world. You're just waiting your turn to become this:

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Thank you very much! That was funny!


Wat Tyler is enjoying his world today. It’s too damn cold, it’s too damn, and he is spending too much time out in it. But the little Mamacita are running the food truck is really cute, and she gave me a hell of a discount for lunch lunch. It was very good. My guess is, she knows exactly what she’s doing and figures that I will be back, both to chat her up and for lunch. She’s right as fucking rain! I’ll wait they pulled in close to $1000 in the two hours they were here.


I have always preferred the home-made style of Latin food as opposed to what you get in the restaurants. The restaurant food seems to be entirely too, what I call, tex mex. Lunch today reminded me of what I eat when I get a come to my house type of invitation. These are hard-working people, and I support them.
 
My mentor won’t let me shoot street lights. We actually did have that discussion 15 years ago. I doubt he has let my rules change. Of course, I could shoot a street light and not tell him.


At the end of his book about the Hells Angels, Thompson describes when they parted ways after they kicked his ass. The angels have a rule that, whenever an angel punches a non-angel, all other angels will participate. Thompson stuck his nose in where he had no business being and got punched, and that escalated promptly to an ass whipping. I think it was kind of funny.


Out there is a YouTube video with Thompson and one of the senior angels on a TV show. Thompson can hardly look at the guy. The guy tells the story that Thompson butted into a boyfriend/girlfriend argument and told the guy he was a punk for slapping the woman. He certainly seemed to have earned the beating he got. I’ll look for the video later.
Gosh, scrolling backwards i thought you were talking about this Thompson:


I'll have some comments about HST later today. Knew him in all his craziness.

Whinemeal, about the v. int'g Rudel memoir, compare this:



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Thank you very much! That was funny!


Wat Tyler is enjoying his world today. It’s too damn cold, it’s too damn, and he is spending too much time out in it. But the little Mamacita are running the food truck is really cute, and she gave me a hell of a discount for lunch lunch. It was very good. My guess is, she knows exactly what she’s doing and figures that I will be back, both to chat her up and for lunch. She’s right as fucking rain! I’ll wait they pulled in close to $1000 in the two hours they were here.


I have always preferred the home-made style of Latin food as opposed to what you get in the restaurants. The restaurant food seems to be entirely too, what I call, tex mex. Lunch today reminded me of what I eat when I get a come to my house type of invitation. These are hard-working people, and I support them.
Hope you can try Yucatec Maya food soon. There are 50k immigs from there in the SF region now; legal, hardworking, and they know their rights.

The menu is totally diff from Tex-Mex taquería.

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This thread continues to trigger better than any thread in the history of the internet.


And Wat Derangement Syndrome (WDS) is the latest plague, but it only seems to affect stupid libturds.


Darwin is proud of Wat for this method of Ideological Cleansing.
 
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