As Trump is handled the GOP mantle, his antithesis has passed from us.

[MumblesBadly]

Hedy Epstein, Holocaust Survivor And Ferguson Activist, Dies At 91



http://m.huffpost.com/us/entry/hedy-...b03ede44143e01

Hedy Epstein, who fled the Nazis as a child in Germany and later protested what she saw as injustice in the Middle East and near her home in St. Louis, died Thursday, her friend Dianne Lee told The Huffington Post. She was 91.

“I’ve been doing this since I was a teenager. I didn’t think I would have to do it when I was 90,” Epstein told The Nation. “We need to stand up today so that people won’t have to do this when they’re 90.”

Epstein’s long career in activist circles began when she was a teenager and continued for the rest of her life. At 90, she was arrested in St. Louis for “failure to disperse” while protesting Gov. Jay Nixon’s deployment of the National Guard to quell protests in Ferguson, Missouri.

Advocating for Palestinians under Israeli occupation was one of her core commitments. She traveled to the West Bank and attempted several times to sail to Gaza in recent years to protest Israel’s blockade of the area, according to an obituary that Lee wrote.

Along with dozens of other Americans, Epstein boarded the Audacity of Hope in 2011 on one of her trips to the region. The boat departed from Greece in an attempt to join a flotilla trying to break Israel’s blockade of Gaza.

Greek authorities quickly stopped the vessel and returned it to port.

...

Epstein was born in the Bavarian region of Germany in 1924 as Hedy Wachenheimer. Her parents sent her to England at age 14 to escape the rule of Adolf Hitler, according to Epstein’s personal webpage. Most of her Jewish family, including her parents, did not survive the Holocaust.

In 1945, she returned to Germany to work for the occupying U.S. forces, and the following year she became a researcher for Nuremberg prosecutors in the war crimes trials of German doctors.

Epstein immigrated to the United States in 1948 and eventually settled in St. Louis in the 1960s. In that city, she volunteered with the Freedom of Residence, an organization demanding fair housing laws and an end to segregation. In the 1970s, she became executive director of the group’s St. Louis chapter.

According to Lee’s obituary, Epstein’s advocacy knew no limits. She took a stand against the Vietnam War, spoke up for the plight of Haitian boat people, and demanded women’s reproductive rights.

Epstein often spoke to young people about her life through the Missouri Scholars Academy. She ended each talk with the same advice, according to Lee.

“Remember the past, don’t hate, and don’t be a bystander,” Epstein often said.

[thesparten]

#tilt
#timberrrrrr!
#lost
#FUCKMUMBLESMUCH
#noonecares
couse we need fucken jobs and affordable health-care
#e.p.a rules do nothing for the planet but redistribute American prosperity.
#bringbackleadedgasoline/couse it's better
#bringbackoldcamaros/just becouse
#bringbackthedelorean
#greedISgood
#trumpfamily/new Camelot

[sonatine]

itt:


fag on fag violence

[Pooh]

Mumbles pushed the bathroom door open, absently straightening his tie. He had fallen asleep in History of Magic. Surprise, surprise. Half the class had fallen asleep. He was groggy and irritable now. In fact, being in Eighth Year was making him irritable. Why on Earth had he been sent back to school?

He must have sadistic parents. Just saying.

He shook his head, resigned. He dropped his bag on the ground and shifted away his robe as he undid the zipper on his trousers.

Don't worry. I wouldn't dream of peeking.

He relaxed once the pressure in his bladder was relieved. He sighed quietly. Then he tilted his head when he heard hurried breathing and shuffling.

Behind the closed door on the fifth stall, Harry Potter was pushed against Michael Corner with tangled tongues and firm arms. They exhaled together, lost in their own worlds.

Mumbles grimaced and whipped his head forward. Revolted, he quickly finished up. The boys in the stall seemed in no hurry to stop. Mumbles was privy to the satisfied moans and wet sounds of lips on lips. He stalked to the sinks and ran the water, hoping to drag the two out of it. Unfortunately, they took the rush of water to mean that they could moan louder.

Harry smiled as Michael let out a soft growl. He could hear the water running. And he knew how much of an exhibitionist Michael was.

What a dog…

Mumbles stared at his repulsed reflection as he washed his hands. He didn't understand homosexuality.

Why would a man want to date another man?
How were they supposed to procreate?
Was it to quell perverted fantasies?

Most likely.

He shut off the faucet and moved to grab his bag.

"Mmm…"

Mumbles froze. His eyes traveled to the fifth stall without his consent.

Harry was on his toes as he arched into Michael's demanding lips. Michael dropped his arms to Harry's waist.

Mumbles saw the feet swaying carelessly by the ankles of the other. A breathless laugh escaped the stall. Mumbles blinked. He straightened up in a flash, shouldering his bag.

"You're really good," a whisper sounded. Mumbles gagged, moving to the door.

"I've practiced," came the answer. Mumbles shook his head in disbelief.

As did I. Was that any way to talk to a beau? Boast about past exploits?

"Hmm," was the reply. "Nothing to brag about." Mumbles recognized that voice.

"Then I guess I'll just have to brag about this, Harry."

Which was followed by an impassioned moan.

And Mumbles's jaw dropped.

That was Potter.

Potter was moaning like a lovesick girl.

What?

What the hell?

The Harry Potter!

Mumbles rushed out of the bathroom, darkening.

Can't say I blame him…

During dinner, Mumbles had to try quite hard to stop from staring at Harry. From the looks of it, his respect for Harry had dropped considerably after the chance encounter. How degrading was it to be reduced to a spineless tool Corner used to fulfill his daily quota of snogs? How pathetic of Potter to stoop to levels so low? Mumbles shuddered in revulsion. Potter was a nobody in Mumbles's eyes. Once again.

"You alright?" Theo asked.

Mumbles responded with a smug sniff. "Just thinking," he answered.

In fact, he couldn't believe that the rest of the school hadn't lost their respect of Harry too. How could they watch Potter be part of a homosexual relationship? Where was the press? Where were the Howlers? Where was the publicity and outrage?

Being the Boy-Who-Lived-Twice had a few positive aspects. Potter could do no wrong.

Mumbles had been staying away from Harry for months, not sure what an accidental meeting could cause. But this was such good fodder for insults. Mumbles restrained himself. He was already on the watch list. Getting on Potter's bad side would only spell trouble. Besides, Potter wasn't worth it.

Let the man ruin his name with that Ravenclaw bastard.

Mumbles met Harry's gaze.

Harry noticed the initial shock in Mumbles's expression change to a look of disgust. "Typical," he muttered. "He hasn't changed a bit, has he?"

"Well… He has stopped talking to us," Hermione noted. "Thank goodness.'

"No kidding," Ron agreed.

"I thought he'd have grown up like everyone else, you know?" Harry said, looking away. "I did keep him out of Azkaban, didn't I?"

"Once a Mumbles, always an ponce," Seamus quipped, causing a soft torrent of chuckles.

Harry wasn't paying attention as he rounded the corner in his hurry to get to his common room. He bumped into Mumbles. The two split as though they had touched plague.

"Mumbles," Harry said grimly, glowering at the Slytherin.

"Couldn't find your precious boyfriend to grope?" Mumbles responded, returning the glare.

Harry snorted in derision. "Wouldn't touch you with a ten-foot pole, ferret," he said bitterly, sidestepping Mumbles and stomping away.

Mumbles muttered profanities under his breath as he walked away.

And thus, four months of mutual silence was broken.

Oh goody!

Potter and Mumbles were at each other's throats.

Not literally. Would be quite a sight…

It was worse than before the war. No Dark Lord to fear, no pressures from family, and no more unwritten rules to follow. The words they fought with were underhanded and highly entertaining to listen to. Anything from family, marks, friends, and body parts were under fire.

"You're a bloody blast-ended skank, Potter."

"I'm not the one going around kissing the arses of bloody blast-ended skanks."

"I'm sure you know all about arse kissing!"

"Not as much as you know about getting your arse kicked! Fuck off, Mumbles."

"Gonna go cry to your boyfriend, are you?"

"At least I'm getting some! I bet you've been high and dry for eighteen years. Still a virgin, ferret?"

"I don't need anything up my arse to make my day, Scarhead."

"Oh, no? I could have sworn I had heard you fapping in your dungeon. Nothing up your arse? Impressive."

"Just because you have a dead father doesn't mean you have to find a replacement to call 'Daddy'."

"Oh, that does it!"

Then came the fists, blood, gore, and detentions.

I rather enjoyed these exchanges. Took avid notes. Must say, my vocabulary increased dramatically.

Michael got out of the relationship faster than a Wronski Feint. If being with Harry meant having to endure insults from Mumbles, he wasn't about to risk his ego or his reputation.

"You're… breaking up?" Harry asked, perplexed.

"It's not you. It's me."

Harry's eyes narrowed. Wasn't that the same line he had used on Ginny? "Really?" he asked deliberately.

"Absolutely," Michael said with as much sincerity as he could muster.

"What about you would make you want to break up with me?" Harry asked, leaning in with mock interest.

Michael looked entirely too guilty. "Um… er… that is… you– and I… we… I mean…"

Harry rolled his eyes before leaving Michael to stammer all by himself.

Yes. Breakups can be that easy. You should try it sometime.

Mumbles clicked his tongue in frustration, putting down his book. "You guys seriously have nothing better to do than discuss Potter's love life?" he asked his dorm mates. They stared at him as blankly for a moment before returning to gossiping like old spinsters. Mumbles huffed indignantly, trying quite hard to ignore the words.

"Anyway, I heard Corner wasn't all that exclusive. Potter must've found out," Blaise said conspiringly. "Know who else was involved?"

"You're so full of bull," Theo exclaimed, shaking his head in disbelief. "I heard they split without bad blood."

Blaise snorted in derision. "Ever heard of a split without bad blood? No. Something went wrong, obviously. Maybe Potter's a bad lay."

Adrian chocked on his drink, sputtering over the table. "What the hell? Maybe Corner was the bad lay," he said, feeling defensive.

Mumbles stuck his fingers into his ears. This was a rather uncomfortable situation, talking about Potter's prowess in bed. It was not something Mumbles liked being caught in the periphery of. He scowled at the words on the page.

"Corner's got a black book as thick as our Transfigurations notes. He's a pretty good lay," Blaise informed them.

Theo grimaced. "Wait, wait, wait! How would you know?" he asked quickly.

Blaise looked coy. "Oh, I have an eye for these things."

Adrian gagged with Theo, turning green. "Please, never explain. Ever."

"So, it's Potter. Besides, Potter's had… what, two girlfriends? Girlfriends. In the past eighteen years. Pathetic. He's a broken egg," Blaise said with finality.

"But… it's Potter, you know?" Theo said, thoughtful. "I mean… Harry Potter. He is supposed to be the ideal guy."

"Obviously not in bed."

Mumbles jumped to his feet, done with the conversation he wasn't even a part of. He looked daggers at his friends as he packed up his bag. Then he marched out the library without another word.

"What's his problem?" Theo asked, looking after the fair-haired Slytherin.

"Potter's his property," Blaise said nonchalantly, causing Adrian to choke on his drink again.

Yes… My heart skipped a beat too.

Trust Professor Flitwick to pair Harry and Mumbles together for the duration of the lesson. They were to practice the Disillusionment Charm, casting it on each other. Anyone with half the wit would know that Harry and Mumbles would end up murdering each other before the end of class. Apparently, Professor Flitwick was a half-wit.

"I'll hex your teeth off if you try anything funny, Mumbles," Harry muttered, keeping his voice low.

"I suppose that's the extent of your magic," Mumbles responded.

"I'm not the one riding on coattails. I can defend myself."

"By hexing my teeth off. What'll that stop me from doing? Biting you?" Mumbles asked, cocking up a brow.

"Ugh. Keep your wet dreams to yourself," Harry said, shuddering.

Mumbles scowled.

Aren't all eighteen-year-old men the same way?

Mumbles tapped his wand on Harry's head and muttered the charm vehemently. Harry yelped as a shock of electricity passed through him. He shoved Mumbles back, causing the latter to stumble into the chair awkwardly. "Watch it!" Harry growled, massaging his neck.

"Mr. Mumbles," Professor Flitwick interrupted before Mumbles could retort. "You need to add a slight twitch with your wrist as you are tapping the wand on Mr. Potter's head. Remember that and you'll do fine."

Mumbles muttered curses under his breath as he stood upright. The rest of the class rolled their eyes, ignoring the interruption. They left the Slytherin and Gryffindor to fight it out in the back of the classroom, returning to their own lesson. Mumbles waited until the professor was out of earshot to shove Harry in turn. "I hope that hurt, fucktard," he hissed.

Harry gripped his wand and gritted his teeth. "I'll show you how much it hurt," he answered, rapping Mumbles over the head and uttering the charm. Mumbles jumped from the electric shock, staggering away from Harry. "Happy?" Harry asked smugly.

Mumbles took a deep breath to stop from casting a Cruciatus Curse on Harry. He stepped up and dealt Harry the shocking charm again. Harry's knees nearly buckled under the magnitude of electricity flowing through him. He leaned against the wall, heaving and clenching his jaw to keep from spewing loud profanity at Mumbles. "Guess I forgot to add that twitch again," Mumbles noted absently, shrugging.

Harry lunged at Mumbles, nearly whacking his wand against the platinum hair as he spat out the charm. Mumbles did fall to his knees, winded. The hair on his neck stood on end and crackling pain shot to his fingertips. Harry knelt beside Mumbles and said, "Guess I forgot too."

Mumbles snarled, raising his wand in a flash. Harry's fingers wrapped around Mumbles's wrist. Mumbles's arm was twisted behind him before he could blink. Harry was inches from him. Mumbles's murderous expression smoothed to bewilderment. He tried to push Harry back with his free hand. "Fuck. Off," he said, his words tense and angered.

Harry smiled sweetly. "Is that any way to talk to the Boy-Who-Lived, Mumbles?" he asked, bending Mumbles's arm backward.

"Ah," Mumbles gasped, wincing as his shoulder protested the strain. "What the fuck, Potter?" he asked in terror.

"Oh, I don't know. How about you stop fucking with me?" Harry muttered. "Or do you want everyone to see you like this?" He finished that question with another sharp tug to Mumbles's arm.

Mumbles stifled his shout of pain by biting his lip. "Potter," Mumbles tried to threaten, his voice giving way halfway through. Harry let go of Mumbles's wrist. Mumbles sagged in relief, letting go of Harry. This was humiliation at its best. Mumbles was quelled by his sworn nemesis with a mere twist of the arm. His face flushed in rage and embarrassment.

Harry was fascinated.

Mumbles's eyes were downturned so all Harry could see were the fanned lashes that hid mercury irises. The pale face was flushed pink. And the anger Harry had seen was unbidden. Mumbles was a rather handsome man.

Um… Yeah… No kidding, Watson.

Harry got up and jerked Mumbles onto his feet. "Gonna whine about it?" he asked sarcastically. Mumbles turned his rage-filled eyes to Harry again, keeping mum. No matter what he said, Potter seemed to have the upper hand. So might as well say nothing. And keep whatever dignity he had intact. Harry eyed Mumbles for a beat longer before saying, "Try the charm again."

Mumbles swallowed hard, raising his wand with his throbbing arm. He added the twitch as he uttered the charm. Harry faded away, starting from the head and ending at the toes of his shoes. Mumbles relaxed considerably. At least he didn't have to look at Potter now.

Harry noticed Mumbles's shoulders relaxing once the spell worked. He looked down at himself, fascinated at being able to see nothing. "Weird," he murmured. He looked up at Mumbles, who was looking through him without expression. Harry felt a slow smirk growing on his face. "It's quite hard to judge distance," he said to Mumbles as he reached out. His hand pressed against Mumbles's chest. Mumbles moved back quickly, eyes wide. Harry wondered what that look meant. He took a step forward, feeling for Mumbles again. "Where are you going?" he asked.

"I don't want your filthy hands on me," Mumbles spat out.

Harry's smirk widened. "Oh?" he asked. He knew he was in command. Mumbles was quite obviously terrified of him. He latched onto Mumbles's tie and tugged him forward. Mumbles tripped over his feet as he moved against his will. "You're that much of a homophobe?" Harry asked.

Mumbles froze when he felt Harry's fingers drag up to his neck. He kneed Harry blindly, catching the Gryffindor/Slytherin in the stomach. "Get away from me, you freak," Mumbles said breathlessly.

Harry coughed, heaving. He kept his eyes on Mumbles's stubbornly set jaws and clenched fists. He smiled faintly, rubbing his sore tummy. Mumbles would do.

[4Dragons]

A man goes home and masturbates his typical fantasy. A woman on her knees, a woman tied up, a woman abused.



A woman enjoys intercourse with her man — as she fantasizes being raped by 3 men simultaneously.


The man and woman get dressed up on Sunday — and go to Church, or maybe to their “revolutionary” political meeting.



Have you ever looked at the Stag, Man, Hero, Tough magazines on the shelf of your local bookstore? Do you know why the newspaper with the articles like “Girl 12 raped by 14 men” sell so well? To what in us are they appealing?



Women, for their own preservation, are trying to pull themselves together. And it’s necessary for all of humanity that they do so. Slavishness on one hand breeds pigness on the other hand. Pigness on one hand breeds slavishness on the other. Men and women — both are losers. Women adapt themselves to fill the needs of men, and men adapt themselves to fill the needs of women. In the beginning there were strong men who killed the animals and brought home the food — and the dependent women who cooked it. No More! Only the roles remain — waiting to be shaken off. There are no “human” oppressors. Oppressors have lost their humanity. On one hand “slavishness,” on the other hand “pigness.” Six of one, half dozen of the other. Who wins?



Many women seem to be walking a tightrope now. Their qualities of love, openness, and gentleness were too deeply enmeshed with qualities of dependency, subservience, and masochism. How do you love — without being dependent? How do you be gentle — without being subservient? How do you maintain a relationship without giving up your identity and without getting strung out? How do you reach out and give your heart to your lover, but maintain the soul which is you?



And Men. Men are in pain too. They are thinking, wondering. What is it they want from a woman? Are they at fault? Are they perpetrating this man-woman situation? Are they oppressors?
The man is bitter.



“You lied to me,” he said. (She did).
“You said that you loved me, that you wanted me, that you needed me. Those are your words.” (They are).



“But in reality,” he said, “If you ever loved me, or wanted me, or needed me (all of which I’m not certain was ever true), you also hated me. You hated me — just as you have hated every man in your entire life, but you didn’t have the guts to tell me that. You hated me before you ever saw me, even though I was not your father, or your teacher, or your sex friend when you were 13 years old, or your husband. You hated me not because of who I am, or what I was to you, but because I am a man. You did not deal with me as a person — as me. You lived a lie with me, used me and played games with me — and that’s a piggy thing to do.”


And she said, “You wanted me not as a woman, or a lover, or a friend, but as a submissive woman, or submissive friend, or submissive lover; and right now where my head is I balk at even the slightest suspicion of that kind of demand.”



And he said, “You’re full of _______.”



And they never again made love together (which they had each liked to do more than anything) or never ever saw each other one more time.

 

http://www.smerconish.com/daily-news...bernie-sanders

[Lord of the Fraud]

ep, I said it, America sucks.

It isn't hard to figure this out.

It's just that too many of us are too chicken to deal with this fact.

I know that a lot of people will say, "What about Democracy? What about Freedom? What about this? What about that?"

I say that these people obviously haven't been paying attention.

In terms of the strict constructionist, America was supposed to be the safe haven for the white, land owning male... Everybody else was supposed to be an afterthought. Slaves, indigenous people, women and child labor be damned. The history of this nation should never be viewed in terms of the PEOPLE, who overcame adversity and lead the nation to peace and prosperity... That's basically a lie.

The story is one of the privileged few, forcing the disenfranchised many to do their bidding. Twenty million citizens from the great state of Wisconsin didn't sign the NAFTA treaty along with the people of Chiapas and Manitoba... These were men and women, who were the source of real power or the supporters of it. They acted and the people who were most affected by this, or any other such treaty or policy decision had very little say, if any.

The history of America is basically an example of how empires are built, and as of late, how they collapse on themselves. The motto of America should have always been, "We Shit Where We Eat". Which, of course, is never a good thing to do.

You have two histories of America, internal and external. The internal history relates how the rich and powerful few have subjugated the not as rich and powerful many. How most people are dealing with modern day slavery, i.e. the prison industrial complex, economic disenfranchisement and the support for the war machine that affects so much of our external history.

America still is ruled by the rich and powerful few and the tools that use are many. Their strategy is very simple and efficient in its prosecution: Just get the masses of people to not care that they are continually working against their own best interests. Do everything to stop them from noticing that they are shitting where they are eating.

You hear these folks, and there are a lot of them all the time. They say things like, "I'm not a terrorist, so it's ok that my phones or bugged". Or, "Unions are what's bringing down the economy." Or one of my personal faves, "The government should be run like a business." People who utter this kind of crap have successfully turned off their brains and are willing to allow their masters to maintain dominion over them.

Even, when faced with their own economic and political disadvantages, they proudly attach yellow ribbons to their vehicles and pine on about how great "we" are. Talk about reverse projection.

They are the kind of people who shit where eat and are very proud of this fact.

And of course, those captains of industry and their whores in the political arena aren't any better. These are people so blinded by their quest for greed and power, their willing to commit social and economic suicide to get ahead. Just think about every business that fought tooth and nail to change trade policy in this country that outsources manufacturing and offshores money. Look in any paper and you'll see that the major car companies are tanking from lack of sales and are tanking badly.

Did it ever occur to these people that, by moving manufacturing and support to cheaper and less regulated climes, they were undercutting the buying power of a huge chunk of folks that they depended on to buy their cars? Henry Ford may have been an anti-semitic, racist, union-busting egoist along with being a successful industrialist... But one thing he understood, the wages that he paid his employees would eventually put more money in his own pockets. So, he sold a car that he knew that his workers could afford. With his eventual acquiescence to the demands of his organized labor force, the resulting growth of the middle class working population improved living conditions tremendously.

All in all, Henry Ford was dragged kicking and screaming into the realization that it was not a good thing to shit where he ate.

How the Big Three are not realizing this obvious situation as they circle the drain is way beyond my understanding.

About a hundred years ago, during the gilded age of the robber baron, society said enough: The barons where given a choice, either strive to make life better in general for the masses of people, or continue to shit where they ate and be forced to change their ways. Most chose the latter. Thus people whose with names like Rockefeller, Mellon and Carnegie built an infrastructure for culture and learning that we still are benefiting from to this very day.

They were forced to be the exception when the rule was no longer tenable.

The result helped transform America into a country where the original ideal citizen was expanded to include just about all of us into the franchise.

Somehow, we're backing to shitting where we eat and no one has any inclination to change.

On the External Front, America never fails to shit where it eats. I'll just give you a list of people that simplifies my point. A list of dictators supported by the U.S. Government and the corporate elite.

Country Dictator Dates Statistics
Chile Gen. Augusto Pinochet 1973-1990 3000 murdered. 400,000 tortured.
Argentina Gen. Jorge Rafael Videla 1976-1981 30,000 murdered. more
Indonesia Suharto 1965 coup against left-leaning Sukarno,
1975 support of East Timor genocide
500,000 dead after 1965 coup; 100,000-230,000 dead in East Timor; more, more, more.
Guatemala Armas, Fuentes, Montt 1954-
Iran The Shah of Iran
Ayatollah Khomeini was on the CIA payroll in the 1970s in Paris
Egypt Sadat, Mubarak 1978-today
Iraq Saddam Hussein
Nicaragua Anastasio Somoza & sons 1937-1979
Paraguay Stroessner. US supported throughout (state.gov says US has supported Paraguayan development since 1942) ($142M between 1962 and 1975) 1954-1989
Bolivia Col. Hugo Banzer overthrew elected leftist president Juan Jose Torres 1970-
Angola Jonas Savimbi/UNITA (didn't actually win his revolution, but killed or displaced millions) 1975-1989
Zaire Mobutu
Saudi Arabia Saud family
Kuwait a monarchy
Morocco
Tunisia
Algeria
Jordan
Panama Noriega was US-supported for years
Haiti Papa Doc, Baby Doc
Dominican Republic Trujillo, a military dictator for 32 years with US support for most of that time; Belaguer, Trujillo's protege, installed after US Marines intervened to put down an attempt to restore the democratically elected government of Juan Bosch 1930-61, 1965-78
Honduras
El Salvador 1980s
Nepal monarchy since 1948
Cuba Fulgencio Batista pre-Castro
Brazil Gen. Branco overthrew elected president Goulart with US support 1965-67
Uzbekistan Kamirov "The Boiler", $150M from the Bush administration for an air base. 1965-67

source

With things like total war, globalized pollution, tobacco price and trade supports, the undermining to international law and a complete disregard of the basic humanity of other people on this planet, the U.S. is taking a big shit on the whole planet. Just to name a few, of course. Oh, and we brag, and force so much of our "culture" on so many people who can't even imagine to have our frame of reference at all. The concept and definition of "Anti-Americanism" and our response to it has always bothered me... I could spend all day talking about that, but I won't

I'm sure you get the point, so there's no need to extrapolate further. Is there any reason why we shouldn't realize why so many people hate our guts?

One last thing: They easy thing to do would be to blame Bush, or Reagan or the Republicans or whoever. The fact is that these things have happened and they were done in all of our names AND due to the fact that the masses did not stop whatever crimes from occuring, we all share either implicit or explicit blame. When a dropped bomb kills an innocent family, in one way or another, we all share in that event, without regard to our approval or not. We allow the bombs to be built, our taxes fund the costs and those who represent us authorize the deed.

We allow failure to stop it from occurring to be an option.

It's that ugly fact alone, which stipulates why this country sucks.

[big dick]

def a lot of dumb americans roaming the land of the free Prob 20 million or so spartentards walking the streets of the u.s at all times

[thesparten]

#tilt
#timberrrrr!!
#trumpwins
#killyourself

[Bootsy Collins]