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Assange Accuser Breaks Silence on Twitter


Anna Ardin, one of the two Swedish women accusing Wikileaks founder Julian Assange of sexual assault, has broken her silence on Twitter, with a tweet referencing the stupid conspiracy theories suggesting she is an American agent (among other things) and another obliquely supporting Wikileaks. The original tweets (in Swedish) are here and here.

"CIA-agent, rabid feminist/Muslim-lover, Christian fundamentalist, dyke, dead in love with a man: can one be all at the same time?" 

And this one, taking a shot at credit card companies and payment services that have stopped working with Wikileaks:

"Mastercard, Visa, and Paypal—shape up (skärp er) now!"


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  1. I assume that Moynihan is going to demonstrate the connection of all this to libertarian orthodoxy.

    1. Re: Max,

      Max, H&R’s pet yorkie.

      Here Max! Here, boy! Go fetch! That’s a good boy! Yeah!

      Noooooo, no, no, bad Max! Don’t do your banalities on the carpet! Bad Max! Bad!

      1. I thought Episiarch was H&R’s new pet Yorkie.

        1. Shi-tzu…

        2. Jesus Christ, you are obsessed. I have my own stalker! Too bad you’re such a sub-par passive aggressive one.

          1. Awww I want one! It’s so cute!

            1. Anonymous pussy passive aggressive stalkers for everyone!

            2. I know I am jealous.

    2. That is weird because everyone here on at least one or two points disagree with Moynihan about libertarian orthodoxy.

      Hell even Tim chimed in yesterday about how he disagrees with him.

      Not that this is a bad thing. I personally like reading what Moynihan has to say…even when (and sometimes because) I disagree with him.

    3. He gets to brag about his swede skillz. If you’re in DC and need help fixing your (pre-GM)Saab give Moynihan a call.

  2. Uh, pix plz thx

    1. Cuz pix eqwl sbstns? Thx.

    2. Cuz pix equl substnz? Thx.

  3. Forget about the conspiracies and all the other bullshit! Please answer the most fundamental question nobody seems to answer:

    Is she hot?

    1. She isn’t bad:…..ooped.html

      1. I’d hit it.

        1. with a shovel amirite

      2. After watching Girl with the dragon tattoo i have come to the conclusion Scandinavian women have messed up breasts.

        Under that blouse is a monstrosity.

        1. I once read that, statistically, Swedish women have the smallest breasts (can’t remember of whom). That being said, I just did a google search and found an article claiming Italians have the smallest breasts in Europe. And obviously, small doesn’t necessarily mean messed up.

          1. That’s odd because most of the women of Italian descent I know in the US have gigantic knockers.

            1. It’s got more to do with fat in the diet than anything else.

              Japan’s collective tits have gotten much larger as more people adopt a western style diet.

            2. It’s got more to do with fat in the diet than anything else.

              Japan’s collective tits have gotten much larger as more people adopt a western style diet.

            3. Give grandma some sugar.

      3. Ballin’ that might be worth the bullshit he’s getting dragged through. Emphasis on might.

      4. She ain’t hot!

        THIS is hot:*lfKy4fZVNsf3SS4H6TI82sKe*EMD2MX5e6zgqbZD5o3vuZM4YOTRgsAqeMiagg2ZtEXmJb*MNmVNHH6cW4ES62AZ/Image_1.jpg

      5. She ain’t that hot!

        THIS is hot!…..ntext=user

    2. No hot enough to make up for the bat shit militant insanity.

    3. Come on, dude, she’s Swedish. Of course she’s hot.

      You’ll destroy all my preconceived notions if you show me any ugly Swedish chicks. 🙂

      I’ve already had to deal with the fact that in WWII the Swedes were pro-German – with a significant number being pro- Nazi; I can’t deal with any more of my preconceptions being shattered.

    4. Yes, but if you cheat on her, she’ll retroactively withdraw content, making it rape under Swedish law.

  4. “CIA-agent, rabid feminist/Muslim-lover, Christian fundamentalist, dyke, dead in love with a man: can one be all at the same time?”

    You can if you’re a sextuple agent.

  5. I’m thinking she’s a schizo

    1. Is that a given with the “she” part.

      I think that’s about it for my misogynist streak today.

      1. Slacker

      2. Evening Song

        Full moon rising on the waters of my heart,
        Lakes and moon and fires,
        Cloine tires,
        Holding her lips apart.

        Promises of slumber leaving shore to charm the moon,
        Miracle made vesper-keeps,
        Cloine sleeps,
        And I’ll be sleeping soon.

        Cloine, curled like the sleepy waters whtere the moonwaves start,
        Radiant, resplendently she gleams,
        Cloine dreams,
        Lips pressed against my heart.

  6. Anna Ardin…has broken her silence…with a tweet

    My kind of bird, baybee.

  7. Have the American people outlived their usefulness to the rich minority in the United States? A number of trends suggest that the answer may be yes.

    In every industrial democracy since the end of World War II, there has been a social contract between the few and the many. In return for receiving a disproportionate amount of the gains from economic growth in a capitalist economy, the rich paid a disproportionate percentage of the taxes needed for public goods and a safety net for the majority.

    In North America and Europe, the economic elite agreed to this bargain because they needed ordinary people as consumers and soldiers. Without mass consumption, the factories in which the rich invested would grind to a halt. Without universal conscription in the world wars, and selective conscription during the Cold War, the U.S. and its allies might have failed to defeat totalitarian empires that would have created a world order hostile to a market economy.

    Globalization has eliminated the first reason for the rich to continue supporting this bargain at the nation-state level, while the privatization of the military threatens the other rationale.

    The offshoring of industrial production means that many American investors and corporate managers no longer need an American workforce in order to prosper. They can enjoy their stream of profits from factories in China while shutting down factories in the U.S. And if Chinese workers have the impertinence to demand higher wages, American corporations can find low-wage labor in other countries.

    This marks a historic change in the relationship between capital and labor in the U.S. The robber barons of the late 19th century generally lived near the American working class and could be threatened by strikes and frightened by the prospect of revolution. But rioting Chinese workers are not going to burn down New York City or march on the Hamptons.

    What about markets? Many U.S. multinationals that have transferred production to other countries continue to depend on an American mass market. But that, too, may be changing. American consumers are tapped out, and as long as they are paying down their debts from the bubble years, private household demand for goods and services will grow slowly at best in the United States. In the long run, the fastest-growing consumer markets, like the fastest-growing labor markets, may be found in China, India and other developing countries.

    This, too, marks a dramatic change. As bad as they were, the robber barons depended on the continental U.S. market for their incomes. The financier J.P. Morgan was not so much an international banker as a kind of industrial capitalist, organizing American industrial corporations that depended on predominantly domestic markets. He didn’t make most of his money from investing in other countries.

    In contrast, many of the highest-paid individuals on Wall Street have grown rich through activities that have little or no connection with the American economy. They can flourish even if the U.S. declines, as long as they can tap into growth in other regions of the world.

    Thanks to deindustrialization, which is caused both by productivity growth and by corporate offshoring, the overwhelming majority of Americans now work in the non-traded domestic service sector. The jobs that have the greatest growth in numbers are concentrated in sectors like medical care and childcare.

    Even here, the rich have options other than hiring American citizens. Wealthy liberals and wealthy conservatives agree on one thing: the need for more unskilled immigration to the U.S. This is hardly surprising, as the rich are far more dependent on immigrant servants than middle-class and working-class Americans are.

    The late Patricia Buckley, the socialite wife of the late William F. Buckley Jr., once told me, “One simply can’t live in Manhattan without at least three servants — a cook and at least two maids.” She had a British cook and Spanish-speaking maids. New York Mayor Michael Bloomberg recently revealed the plutocratic perspective on immigration when he defended illegal immigration by asking, “Who takes care of the greens and the fairways in your golf course?”

    The point is that, just as much of America’s elite is willing to shut down every factory in the country if it is possible to open cheaper factories in countries like China, so much of the American ruling class would prefer not to hire their fellow Americans, even for jobs done on American soil, if less expensive and more deferential foreign nationals with fewer legal rights can be imported. Small wonder that proposals for “guest worker” programs are so popular in the U.S. establishment. Foreign “guest workers” laboring on American soil like H1Bs and H2Bs — those with non-immigrant visas allowing technical or non-agriculture seasonal workers to be employed in the U.S. — are latter-day coolies who do not have the right to vote.

    If much of America’s investor class no longer needs Americans either as workers or consumers, elite Americans might still depend on ordinary Americans to protect them, by serving in the military or police forces. Increasingly, however, America’s professional army is being supplemented by contractors — that is, mercenaries. And the elite press periodically publishes proposals to sell citizenship to foreigners who serve as soldiers in an American Foreign Legion. It is probably only a matter of time before some earnest pundit proposes to replace American police officers with foreign guest-worker mercenaries as well.

    Offshoring and immigration, then, are severing the link between the fate of most Americans and the fate of the American rich. A member of the elite can make money from factories in China that sell to consumers in India, while relying entirely or almost entirely on immigrant servants at one of several homes around the country. With a foreign workforce for the corporations policed by brutal autocracies and non-voting immigrant servants in the U.S., the only thing missing is a non-voting immigrant mercenary army, whose legions can be deployed in foreign wars without creating grieving parents, widows and children who vote in American elections.

    If the American rich increasingly do not depend for their wealth on American workers and American consumers or for their safety on American soldiers or police officers, then it is hardly surprising that so many of them should be so hostile to paying taxes to support the infrastructure and the social programs that help the majority of the American people. The rich don’t need the rest anymore.

    To be sure, wealthy humanitarians might take pity on their economically obsolescent fellow citizens. But they no longer have any personal economic incentive to do so. Besides, philanthropists may be inclined to devote most of their charity to the desperate and destitute of other countries rather than to their fellow Americans.

    If most Americans are no longer needed by the American rich, then perhaps the United States should consider a policy adopted by the aristocracies and oligarchies of many countries with surplus populations in the past: the promotion of emigration. The rich might consent to a one-time tax to bribe middle-class and working-class Americans into departing the U.S. for other lands, and bribing foreign countries to accept them, in order to be alleviated from a high tax burden in the long run.

    Where would a few hundred million ex-Americans go? The answer is obvious: to the emerging markets where the work and investment are found. That will show all those American union members who complain that their jobs have been outsourced to China. Let them move to China themselves and compete, instead of complaining!

    Needless to say, the Chinese and Indians might resist the idea of an influx of vast numbers of downwardly mobile North American workers. But like American capitalists, Chinese and Indian capitalists might learn that ethnic diversity impedes unionization, while the mass immigration of North Americans to East and South Asia would keep wages in those regions competitively low for another few decades at least.

    Once emptied of superfluous citizens, the U.S. could become a kind of giant Aspen for the small population of the super-rich and their non-voting immigrant retainers. Many environmentalists might approve of the depopulation of North America, because sprawling suburbs would soon be reclaimed by the wilderness. And deficit hawks would be pleased as well. The middle-class masses dependent on Social Security and Medicare would have departed the country, leaving only the self-sufficient rich and foreign guest workers without any benefits, other than the charity of their employers.

    Of course there are alternative options, which would not require the departure of most Americans from America for new lives on distant shores. One would be a new social contract, in which the American people, through representatives whom they actually control, would ordain that American corporations are chartered to create jobs in the U.S. for American workers, and if that does not interest their shareholders and managers then they can do without legal privileges granted by the sovereign people, like limited liability.

    The American people also could put a stop to any thought of an American Foreign Legion and declare, through their representatives, that a nation of citizen-workers will be protected by citizen-soldiers, whether professionals or, in emergencies, conscripts. The American people, in other words, could insist that the United States will be a democratic republican nation-state, not a post-national rentier oligarchy.

    But restoring democratic nationalism in the U.S. would inconvenience America’s affluent minority. So instead of making trouble, maybe most Americans should just find a new continent to call home.

    1. That was a lot of words. Are you a protectionist union welfare-state idiot, or some other type of idiot?

      1. Does he really think anyone’s going to read that?

    2. This gets through the “libertarian” spam filter?

      I am depressed.

      1. Yeah, but my reply “Shorter ‘American People Obsolete?’ zzzzzzzz” gets bounced.

        Lulz, I guess.

        1. And makes it through this time…

          *places call to the Spam Filter repair squirrels*

    3. Shorter “American People Obsolete?”: zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

    4. Needs more cowbell.

      1. Bells, The


        Hear the sledges with the bells-
        Silver bells!
        What a world of merriment their melody foretells!
        How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,
        In the icy air of night!
        While the stars that oversprinkle
        All the heavens, seem to twinkle
        With a crystalline delight;
        Keeping time, time, time,
        In a sort of Runic rhyme,
        To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells
        From the bells, bells, bells, bells,
        Bells, bells, bells-
        From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.


        Hear the mellow wedding bells,
        Golden bells!
        What a world of happiness their harmony foretells!
        Through the balmy air of night
        How they ring out their delight!
        From the molten-golden notes,
        And an in tune,
        What a liquid ditty floats
        To the turtle-dove that listens, while she gloats
        On the moon!
        Oh, from out the sounding cells,
        What a gush of euphony voluminously wells!
        How it swells!
        How it dwells
        On the Future! how it tells
        Of the rapture that impels
        To the swinging and the ringing
        Of the bells, bells, bells,
        Of the bells, bells, bells,bells,
        Bells, bells, bells-
        To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells!


        Hear the loud alarum bells-
        Brazen bells!
        What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells!
        In the startled ear of night
        How they scream out their affright!
        Too much horrified to speak,
        They can only shriek, shriek,
        Out of tune,
        In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire,
        In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire,
        Leaping higher, higher, higher,
        With a desperate desire,
        And a resolute endeavor,
        Now- now to sit or never,
        By the side of the pale-faced moon.
        Oh, the bells, bells, bells!
        What a tale their terror tells
        Of Despair!
        How they clang, and clash, and roar!
        What a horror they outpour
        On the bosom of the palpitating air!
        Yet the ear it fully knows,
        By the twanging,
        And the clanging,
        How the danger ebbs and flows:
        Yet the ear distinctly tells,
        In the jangling,
        And the wrangling,
        How the danger sinks and swells,
        By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells-
        Of the bells-
        Of the bells, bells, bells,bells,
        Bells, bells, bells-
        In the clamor and the clangor of the bells!


        Hear the tolling of the bells-
        Iron Bells!
        What a world of solemn thought their monody compels!
        In the silence of the night,
        How we shiver with affright
        At the melancholy menace of their tone!
        For every sound that floats
        From the rust within their throats
        Is a groan.
        And the people- ah, the people-
        They that dwell up in the steeple,
        All Alone
        And who, tolling, tolling, tolling,
        In that muffled monotone,
        Feel a glory in so rolling
        On the human heart a stone-
        They are neither man nor woman-
        They are neither brute nor human-
        They are Ghouls:
        And their king it is who tolls;
        And he rolls, rolls, rolls,
        A paean from the bells!
        And his merry bosom swells
        With the paean of the bells!
        And he dances, and he yells;
        Keeping time, time, time,
        In a sort of Runic rhyme,
        To the paean of the bells-
        Of the bells:
        Keeping time, time, time,
        In a sort of Runic rhyme,
        To the throbbing of the bells-
        Of the bells, bells, bells-
        To the sobbing of the bells;
        Keeping time, time, time,
        As he knells, knells, knells,
        In a happy Runic rhyme,
        To the rolling of the bells-
        Of the bells, bells, bells:
        To the tolling of the bells,
        Of the bells, bells, bells, bells-
        Bells, bells, bells-
        To the moaning and the groaning of the bells.

        1. Okay, keep this shit up and I’m going to start posting Gravity’s Rainbow chapter-by-chapter.

          1. Gravity’s Rainbow? Such a tiny thing? How about Proust’s ? la recherche du temps perdu? That will teach him!

            1. Are you calling the author of ? la recherche du temps perdu a looney? Then I shall have to ask you to step outside!

    5. Why can’t you regulars stay on topic like this guy?

    6. Meh, the robots aren’t going to have any use for any of us: rich, poor, American or Chinese. You should be worrying about that.

    7. “the rich paid a disproportionate percentage of the taxes needed for public goods and a safety net for the majority.”

      The Rich still pay a disproportionate percentage of the taxes needed, and those safety nets have all been expanded since WW2. In some ways, the government has given up some control over the economy, but in other ways, especially in terms of the dollar amounts of social services, the government has expanded. The real value of government spending on the poor has increased, even in the cases that the overall proportion has been diminished. Of course I am talking about the US here, as there are several countries, such as Sweden, which were welfare states after WW2 that have since relinquished government control over their economies in the meantime.

      “They can enjoy their stream of profits from factories in China while shutting down factories in the U.S. And if Chinese workers have the impertinence to demand higher wages, American corporations can find low-wage labor in other countries.”

      First of all, if this were true, wages would never go up. However, wages in countries all over the world, especially China, are skyrocketing even in the midst of the global downturn. Wage rates are not just a function of the supply of labor, but also the productivity of said labor and its reciprocity to other sources of wealth production. Otherwise, the unemployment rate in the US would skyrocket until everyone not working in the government was homeless.

      “In the long run, the fastest-growing consumer markets, like the fastest-growing labor markets, may be found in China, India and other developing countries.”

      Exactly. In the long run, countries such as China and India that are the world’s manufacturers today, will be the consumers of tomorrow. These are wise investments. Not seeing the problem here.

      “This, too, marks a dramatic change. As bad as they were, the robber barons depended on the continental U.S. market for their incomes. The financier J.P. Morgan was not so much an international banker as a kind of industrial capitalist, organizing American industrial corporations that depended on predominantly domestic markets. He didn’t make most of his money from investing in other countries.”

      SO, you are upset if Americans increase their share of consumption of foreign goods, but you are also upset if foreigners increase their consumption of American goods? Sounds like you’ll be unhappy no matter what happens.

      THe rest of what you typed is essentially the same old nationalistic lines that we’ve all heard before. People don’t review the nationality of their workers, they simply make their hiring decisions based on cost and productivity. You make it sound as if wealthy people are behaving in a sinister fashion whenever they don’t purposely try to pay as much as possible for the least amount of services.

      I agree that globalization makes nation states weaker, but I consider that to be a good thing. I want a global, voluntaristic society. NOt a species of warring nation states that isolate themselves from each other.

      I don’t agree with your nightmare scenario of private militaries either. Only nation states that steal large amounts of money from their people have the funds to finance a war. Private soldiers have to be paid far more, and they can leave anytime that they want. This would probably make the harshest wars less common.

      Personally, I believe that international recognition of property rights and a system that allowed victims of war to sue for damages would pretty much put an end to war anyway.

      1. Real wages haven’t increased (adjusted for inflation) in the US since 1972.

        1. The Line-Gang

          Here come the line-gang pioneering by,
          They throw a forest down less cut than broken.
          They plant dead trees for living, and the dead
          They string together with a living thread.
          They string an instrument against the sky
          Wherein words whether beaten out or spoken
          Will run as hushed as when they were a thought
          But in no hush they string it: they go past
          With shouts afar to pull the cable taught,
          To hold it hard until they make it fast,
          To ease away–they have it. With a laugh,
          An oath of towns that set the wild at naught
          They bring the telephone and telegraph.

        2. Are you claiming that Americans are, on average, no more prosperous than they were in the 60s?

          Because my laptop, smartphone, LCD TV, kitchen appliances, vacuum, CD collection, library, and DVD player would all disagree with you.

          1. Ah! Beat me to it. Anyway, I think that APO is referencing the median household income statistic. Consider this statement by somebody who actually studies the statistics surrounding income inequality in the US today,

            “The highest-income quintile has four times more people working per household than the lowest quintile (2.08 earners vs. 0.48), and individuals in those households are far more likely to be well-educated, married and working full-time in their prime earning years. In contrast, those individuals with low incomes are far more likely to be less-educated and working part-time, and either very young or very old living in single-parent households. Given these significant differences in household characteristics, it’s not too surprising that there are huge differences in incomes among American households.”


            1. That is great and all, but why has the gap opened up so much in the last 20 years?

              It is not like 20% of the population woke up and decided to be poor.

              1. Mostly because of the massive tidal wave of immigration, comprising largely of poor people from Latin America.

                1. Actually, inequality started to expand in the mid 70’s, so it isn’t like this situation was created in the last 20 years. It isn’t so much that 20% of the population woke up and decided to be poor, it’s that there have been sociological changes. Back in the day, being married would probably have reduced the strength of your household income since married women often didn’t work. Nowadays, women are very likely to hold a job, even after marriage. At the time that the benefits of marriage increased (since married couples were now pulling down two paychecks) people dramatically reduced their likelihood to get married, especially at a young age.

                  Income inequality between young and poor has expanded dramatically as the value of education and experience has increased. The high cost of college, the high rate of young people whose parents are divorced, and the attraction of a lifestyle based on less work and more play (statistics show that people in the lower income quintiles have FAR more leisure time than do people in higher income quintiles) have led to a world of masses of young people with little wealth on their hands.

                  THe percentage of the population that is too old or too young to earn money at their peak rate has also increased. Even as the birth rate declines, the population of elderly increases at a fast enough rate to overcome the slow down in births. The population of young people (which is actually still increasing) isn’t shrinking enough as the elderly population increases. Basically, a far bigger proportion of the population today is outside of their prime earning years compared to just a few decades ago.

    8. “Of course there are alternative options, which would not require the departure of most Americans from America for new lives on distant shores.”

      Nah, I like the first plan. Fuck those assholes anyway.

    9. tldr.

    10. The H&R threads are becoming more and more like infowars….nut magnets.

    11. That’s a 6 month old Salon article. If you want to troll keep it current, nasty and short. Trolling really isn’t that hard if you put your heart into it!

  8. “CIA-agent, rabid feminist/Muslim-lover, Christian fundamentalist, dyke, dead in love with a man: can one be all at the same time?”

    A female version of Jimmy Carter? I suppose this is *possible*.

    1. How would you know it was a “female” Jimmy Carter – two vaginas or something?

  9. Psst: bho and any other of their NOT LIKE BUSH TOUCH na tu re (raulcastro even “lighted a candle…” on a sinagoga, both would even throw norcorea… imagine a new government, and a collosal quik ending of tremendous long nuke pain on ALL that region… and for money to feed their nuclear and willing…
    to “globalchaos”country “phylosophy”..)
    Remember, my dear fellowfolks, bho spoke (read) huge pharagraphs of both Bush and Reagan tha lasts 2 weeks before 08 ($)election… between rinoliphants and… of course… neolib$…, but… (to “TEA”continued)…
    “see you”…

    1. Is this surealist poetry?

      1. GOLD MEDAL

        Night jostles her stars
        It rains sand and cotton
        It is so hot
        but silence weaves sighs
        and the glory of summer
        Signals a little bit everywhere
        of heated crimes
        of people who’ll overthrow thrones
        and a great light
        in the West
        and the East
        tender like a rainbow
        It’s noon now
        All the bells answer
        Waiting deaf
        like a great animal
        Gets its limbs out of all four corners
        it advances its claws
        the shadows and the beams
        The sky will fall on our heads
        Wind is expected
        That today has to be blue
        like a flag

        Philippe Soupault, translated by Johannes Beilharz

        1. Amen.

          1. Where is Frost? I liked the poser.

            1. On Looking Up by Chance at the Constellations [by Robert Frost]

              You’ll wait a long, long time for anything much
              To happen in heaven beyond the floats of cloud
              And the Northern Lights that run like tingling nerves.
              The sun and moon get crossed, but they never touch,
              Nor strike out fire from each other nor crash out loud.
              The planets seem to interfere in their curves
              But nothing ever happens, no harm is done.
              We may as well go patiently on with our life,
              And look elsewhere than to stars and moon and sun
              For the shocks and changes we need to keep us sane.
              It is true the longest drought will end in rain,
              The longest peace in China will end in strife.
              Still it wouldn’t reward the watcher to stay awake
              In hopes of seeing the calm of heaven break
              On his particular time and personal sight.
              That calm seems certainly safe to last to-night.

              1. I’ll always wonder.

    2. Damn. Wish I’d penned that.

    3. Infowars is over yonder —->

  10. Nobody reads this.

    1. The little old poem that nobody reads

      Blooms in a crowded space,
      Like a ground-vine blossom, so low in the weeds
      That nobody sees its face–
      Unless, perchance, the reader’s eye
      Stares through a yawn, and hurries by,
      For no one wants, or loves, or heeds,
      The little old poem that nobody reads.

      The little old poem that nobody reads
      Was written–where?–and when?
      Maybe a hand of goodly deeds
      Thrilled as it held the pen:
      Maybe the fountain whence it came
      Was a heart brimmed o’er with tears of shame,
      And maybe its creed is the worst of creeds–
      The little old poem that nobody reads.

      But, little old poem that nobody reads,
      Holding you here above
      The wound of a heart that warmly bleeds
      For all that knows not love,
      I well believe if the old World knew
      As dear a friend as I find in you,
      That friend would tell it that all it needs

      Is the little old poem that nobody reads.

  11. Did you notice the name Mayor Tom to… G R O W N control (decade$) growing anamontes govcopies you govcylon$, govorc$ and gov$ith$, your ba$e$hip$ and the weekly “dreammed govmoneymachinehouse$ (govre$urrection$hip$) and Mordor… oops… Moregov (The Federal Government under neolib control since 2004…”
    All eaten by the Earth (where destroyed already) … and before biblical 2012 “Warmwood”, the chief of the famous (time) apocaliptic heroe Wormwood (means a forest of… tymeportals, the portals to send bestial MagoV legions… back to the abyss…)…
    comming up: The battle for the ideas, and why bho still reading things and being messured by drivebymedia as employees?, expl: bho’s aproval on gov on the 30s,
    Bush 49%, bho goes republican on taxes (defense?)… “personal doing up?” so… still assymetrical abstract machinery to destroy…

    1. Waiting for the Barbarians

      What are we waiting for, assembled in the forum?

      The barbarians are to arrive today.

      Why such inaction in the Senate?
      Why do the Senators sit and pass no laws?

      Because the barbarians are to arrive today.
      What laws can the Senators pass any more?
      When the barbarians come they will make the laws.

      Why did our emperor wake up so early,
      and sits at the greatest gate of the city,
      on the throne, solemn, wearing the crown?

      Because the barbarians are to arrive today.
      And the emperor waits to receive
      their chief. Indeed he has prepared
      to give him a scroll. Therein he inscribed
      many titles and names of honor.

      Why have our two consuls and the praetors come out
      today in their red, embroidered togas;
      why do they wear amethyst-studded bracelets,
      and rings with brilliant, glittering emeralds;
      why are they carrying costly canes today,
      wonderfully carved with silver and gold?

      Because the barbarians are to arrive today,
      and such things dazzle the barbarians.

      Why don’t the worthy orators come as always
      to make their speeches, to have their say?

      Because the barbarians are to arrive today;
      and they get bored with eloquence and orations.

      Why all of a sudden this unrest
      and confusion. (How solemn the faces have become).
      Why are the streets and squares clearing quickly,
      and all return to their homes, so deep in thought?

      Because night is here but the barbarians have not come.
      And some people arrived from the borders,
      and said that there are no longer any barbarians.

      And now what shall become of us without any barbarians?
      Those people were some kind of solution.

  12. From “The Crying of Lot 49”, Chapter 1 :

    Having no apparatus except gut fear and female cunning to examine this formless magic, to understand how it works, how to measure its field strength, count its lines of force, she may fall back on superstition, or take up a useful hobby like embroidery, or go mad, or marry a disc jockey. If the tower is everywhere and the knight of deliverance no proof against its magic, what else?

  13. Please Hitandrun, do not leave the burden of bailedout massive ‘blogging” (stock the site to death boring like urbanconservative, avoid conservative exchange of ideals) neolibs or any of their friends like castrotoiletpaper granma, farcs, mexican insurgency, chavez, those easily dictatoroid recognized (accepted by castrocuba instead of Mireya Moscosos or Uribes, etc…) by the cannal or hammas sites, etc,…
    wipe neolib crappy creepy spooky terror preffered ideas away, wipe them out, all of them… like they do on their intranet sites…

    1. Makes sense when you think about it.


    2. When I Heard the Learn’d Astronomer

      When I heard the learn’d astronomer,
      When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me,
      When I was shown the charts and diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them,
      When I sitting heard the astronomer where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room,
      How soon unaccountable I became tired and sick,
      Till rising and gliding out I wander’d off by myself,
      In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time,
      Look’d up in perfect silence at the stars.

      1. We expect quality from our poet rippers around these parts, not Whitman drivel.

        1. HEART, we will forget him!
          You and I, to-night!
          You may forget the warmth he gave,
          I will forget the light.

          When you have done, pray tell me,
          That I my thoughts may dim;
          Haste! lest while you’re lagging,
          I may remember him!

        2. If the stars should appear one night in a thousand years, how would men believe and adore; and preserve for many generations the remembrance of the city of God which had been shown! But every night come out these envoys of beauty, and light the universe with their admonishing smile.

          1. Aye! You answered my call clear and true.

      2. Shut up, fag.

    3. Now you know why it’s called “dope”

  14. Ok, so H&R has been hit by a spam cluster bomb.

    1. We need to nuke the site from orbit.

      1. Damn. Wish I’d penned that.

        1. It’s the only way to be sewer.

  15. In Politics if thou would’st mix,
    And mean thy fortunes be;
    Bear this in mind,-be deaf and blind,
    Let great folk hear and see.

  16. What is your side of the story?

    I want to know more about what I am accused of before I say anything about it.

    You are suspected of molestation.

    You should’ve never took my cheesy poofs, Assange.

  17. Ok, so H&R has been hit by a spam cluster bomb.

    It’s better than we are.

    castrotoiletpaper granma

    Holy shit.

    1. Jabberwocky

      ‘Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
      Did gyre and gimble in the wade;
      All mimsy were the borogoves,
      And the mome raths outgrabe.

      “Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
      The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
      Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
      The frumious Bandersnatch!”

      He took his vorpal sword in hand:
      Long time the manxome foe he sought —
      So rested he by the Tumtum tree.
      And stood awhile in thought.

      And as in uffish thought he stood,
      The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
      Came wiffling through the tulgey wood,
      And burbled as it came!

      One, two! One, two! And through and through
      The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
      He left it dead, and with its head
      He went galumphing back.

      “And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
      Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
      O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”
      He chortled in his joy.

      ‘Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
      Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
      All mimsy were the borogoves,
      And the mome raths outgrabe.

      1. This is my favorite from Lewis Carroll:

        The Walrus and The Carpenter
        Lewis Carroll

        (from Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There, 1872)

        The sun was shining on the sea,
        Shining with all his might:
        He did his very best to make
        The billows smooth and bright–
        And this was odd, because it was
        The middle of the night.

        The moon was shining sulkily,
        Because she thought the sun
        Had got no business to be there
        After the day was done–
        “It’s very rude of him,” she said,
        “To come and spoil the fun!”

        The sea was wet as wet could be,
        The sands were dry as dry.
        You could not see a cloud, because
        No cloud was in the sky:
        No birds were flying overhead–
        There were no birds to fly.

        The Walrus and the Carpenter
        Were walking close at hand;
        They wept like anything to see
        Such quantities of sand:
        “If this were only cleared away,”
        They said, “it would be grand!”

        “If seven maids with seven mops
        Swept it for half a year.
        Do you suppose,” the Walrus said,
        “That they could get it clear?”
        “I doubt it,” said the Carpenter,
        And shed a bitter tear.

        “O Oysters, come and walk with us!”
        The Walrus did beseech.
        “A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk,
        Along the briny beach:
        We cannot do with more than four,
        To give a hand to each.”

        The eldest Oyster looked at him,
        But never a word he said:
        The eldest Oyster winked his eye,
        And shook his heavy head–
        Meaning to say he did not choose
        To leave the oyster-bed.

        But four young Oysters hurried up,
        All eager for the treat:
        Their coats were brushed, their faces washed,
        Their shoes were clean and neat–
        And this was odd, because, you know,
        They hadn’t any feet.

        Four other Oysters followed them,
        And yet another four;
        And thick and fast they came at last,
        And more, and more, and more–
        All hopping through the frothy waves,
        And scrambling to the shore.

        The Walrus and the Carpenter
        Walked on a mile or so,
        And then they rested on a rock
        Conveniently low:
        And all the little Oysters stood
        And waited in a row.

        “The time has come,” the Walrus said,
        “To talk of many things:
        Of shoes–and ships–and sealing-wax–
        Of cabbages–and kings–
        And why the sea is boiling hot–
        And whether pigs have wings.”

        “But wait a bit,” the Oysters cried,
        “Before we have our chat;
        For some of us are out of breath,
        And all of us are fat!”
        “No hurry!” said the Carpenter.
        They thanked him much for that.

        “A loaf of bread,” the Walrus said,
        “Is what we chiefly need:
        Pepper and vinegar besides
        Are very good indeed–
        Now if you’re ready, Oysters dear,
        We can begin to feed.”

        “But not on us!” the Oysters cried,
        Turning a little blue.
        “After such kindness, that would be
        A dismal thing to do!”
        “The night is fine,” the Walrus said.
        “Do you admire the view?

        “It was so kind of you to come!
        And you are very nice!”
        The Carpenter said nothing but
        “Cut us another slice:
        I wish you were not quite so deaf–
        I’ve had to ask you twice!”

        “It seems a shame,” the Walrus said,
        “To play them such a trick,
        After we’ve brought them out so far,
        And made them trot so quick!”
        The Carpenter said nothing but
        “The butter’s spread too thick!”

        “I weep for you,” the Walrus said:
        “I deeply sympathize.”
        With sobs and tears he sorted out
        Those of the largest size,
        Holding his pocket-handkerchief
        Before his streaming eyes.

        “O Oysters,” said the Carpenter,
        “You’ve had a pleasant run!
        Shall we be trotting home again?’
        But answer came there none–
        And this was scarcely odd, because
        They’d eaten every one.

  18. Fuck, who decided to let in the people living in the asshole of the internet?

  19. Naw, they wouldn’t make up a contradictory sex crimes case just to nab a politically unpopular person. I have never, ever heard of that before.

    1. You’ll have to deal with the gal who made the claims.
      Or the tenth person on the grassy knoll.

  20. The epicness of the (trans-)camilla and charles pic cannot be overstated.

    1. Who’s the dwarf on Chuck’s lap?

      1. That’s still Chuck. He was in mid morph between hoo-mon and tampon when the mob caught him by surprise.

  21. Actual TSA training picture…..XV2BU#a=13

  22. This comments thread was way more interesting when it was about breasts.

  23. Her tweet could come straight out of an episode of Lie to Me. Where Cal Lightman asks a question and the liar of the week tries to divert the conversation.

    Everyone wants to know if the rape charge is real and she tweets about her accusers instead.

    Not so fun to be accused of falsehoods, is it Anna?

  24. Oh, shit.…..mbassador/

    US State Department officials are cheering tonight after TSA workers in Jackson, Mississippi subjected the Indian Ambassador to the United States Meera Shankar to an “enhanced pat-down” on the grounds that she was wearing a sari, traditional Indian garb.
    A cartoon in India’s Hindustan Times lampoons the TSA pat-down

    Homeland Security Secretary Janet Napolitano also defended the frisking of the Indian ambassador, insisting that it was “by the book” and that diplomats have to subject themselves to the same “basic screening” as everyone else.

    But the sexually-charged pat downs are not “basic screening” in most of the world, and indeed have sparked a growing outcry from opponents in the United States, though officials maintain that the policy won’t change no matter how much popular opposition there is.

    1. How does a vegetable live so long after receiving no life support like Janet Napolitano has for all of these years? A bum fight ringer runs a fucking government agency. Does anyone else notice this?

    Ardin [one of two jealous feminists making the false accusations] said:
    It is quite wrong that we were afraid of him. He is not violent and I do not feel threatened by him?.In both cases, what started out as voluntary sex subsequently developed into an assault. The other woman wanted to report rape. [The] responsibility for what happened to me and the other girl lies with a man who has a twisted attitude to women and a problem with taking ‘no’ for an answer.

    Did you catch that? For both girls it was consensual, but suddenly it wasn’t consensual, but he wasn’t violent, but then again he wouldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer, but neither of them are afraid of him, anyway, even though he’s twisted.”

  26. CIA-agent, rabid feminist/Muslim-lover, Christian fundamentalist, dyke, dead in love with a man: can one be all at the same time?”

    No problem.

    You can’t help it if you’re a dyke, and being one doesn’t dictate any other views or opinions.

    The feminist/Muslim lover thing is just a cover for her CIA role.

    Christian fundamentalist? Why not? You can be a fundy and a dyke and a CIA agent. Hell, I bet there’s any number of those.

    The only real conflict is the dyke/dead in love with Assange thing. And, really, that one goes away once you realize she’s Swedish.

  27. As predictable gov stimulated assymetrical “blogging$”,
    today: sh(beep)t almanian butt, wonder if IGNORES anamontes’s, prd, cd ma noriega’s castropolicechieff “book” unfamous sample: they talking and my
    a(beep)s going fat”… OMG) has to do with your cultural sitename http://www.whatthef…isthat?.com/ANA MON TES/
    tedpalpatinekennedy/alinski/castrogovagents/eyers/dorne/rezco/fahracan/telepropter “era”/dreams of bho’s father: anti-American by nature, hammas, ussr’us neolibtic congre$$ICK park, “THE ASTRO (TERROR) GLOBAL (SYSTEM) KILLER”… ACORN COYOTE LOGISTICS… ACLU ACTS OF WAR AGAINST AMERICANS… NEOLIB ECONOMIC GLOBAL BUBBLE BOMBINGS… DIRECTION: “dependency on the enemy, shariah law, bho, my family is under acorn, police torture (more police need to join ex sheriffs of homestead/broward, offc dominic/cptn noel, judge pedrasa…) to a beatting waiting 2 inmates to specificly hit intestinal area, to continue castrocoyote lourdes martinez’s poison&drug; of any by miamidade law right to our diet)…
    In jail, after rescued from homestead “santuary of disguised sodomic farm”, by police, (when they interviene) jail: those who arrested my sister instead dademayor’s gralattny castrocoyote lourdes martinez (single name), castroagent yoelvis agent, adn now, carlos (manager’s: “former” angola castro snipper, shoots anytime next to my head, police checking “my reaction, follow-ups…, psyco-brieffings on my mind….”), from the dade police’s predator sexvideo calle 8 119 av, “legal” prision works, “legaly” molested paralegal traps (if I ever hit a gay pred, police pointing gun after I pass the test of fighting, not leaving insulted)… yes, still enemy army to destroy from the mind of the free people … as last frakin week…
    stay tunned my friends…
    hold the line…
    comming up with more

  28. please, this is a conservative site to denounce neolib imbecilities along their friendlyenemies” like carter dicatorships neolib castrogovagent copies like anamontes to complement the logistics like insurgencycoyote civilian pre-invasion armies (now cuba gov is adding to the people’s burden 1 million unemployed, complement that to USA-Mexican insurgency border… ivoting, not directing checking to muslim culture visual/audio signs (suiciders come from muslim radicalism, their babies wear granades and stuffs… not the American people, bho, this, like what your acorn does to me and my family (not the fl bar/terror logistic authorities imposing me prision treatment labor being injuried, parapoliticalfamily by Panama prd&cd; “laws” (the castrocoyote I denounced is from the “converted ma noriega church”… and… actual Panama president continued prd’s “view like castro’s “authority treatment on me, martinelli, another zelaya but with a cousin/CD PARTY TREASURE SEC… JAILED AS NARCOINSURGENCY, MARTINELLI IS ACCEPTED BY CUBA, CASTRO ACUSED PEOPLE LIKE ME OF ‘TERRORISM JUST BECAUSE’ WHILE MARTINELLI’S COUSIN WAS TRIALED BY MEXICAN (WHAT IS LEFT OF MEJICO LINDO) LAWENFORCERS/JUSTICE LEFT NOT KILLED BY THIS INSUGENCY…
    BUT THE ALMANIAN NEOLIB BUTT “CAN’T UNDERSTAND BEYOND their beloved courtain of steel…
    yes bho, I won’t quit neather, I’ve wrotten already the future, you, can’t, you read things people NOT like me write down, and, hhh, bho, take your acorn parapolitical family/doctors/police/judges,etc… back to your flbar, now, as Moses did ask to ‘thepowerfull’,
    let my people go
    I remeber tedpalapatinekennedy used to laugh while threating me readding in front of me my propaganda on him, you know… you saw his brain ending, just words… just speaches… nanana

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