From this article over at DARPA we get some fantastic news:
New landmines will soon communicate via a radio network, and move from place to place in order to be most effective.” Termed the “self-healing minefield”, the individual mines are capable of detecting an enemy breach and then moving to seal the gap.
The patriotic, all-American types are going to be all over this. Minefields that can actually go on the offensive. “Landmines are awful, but letting genocidal dictators rule the world is worse“. You know what else sucks? False dichotomies. And yes, I also concede that tanks, machine guns, mandatory military service for all South Korean men, nuclear bombs, Delta Force, Chuck Norris, and the prayers of innocent children have helped to keep North Korea from invading South Korea. That’s the ‘dichotomy’ part of ‘false dichotomy’. You can actually have no mines as well as not be invaded.
A part of me wants to believe those kinds of arguments, but history has proven time and time again that new weaponry never reduces human misery. Look at, for example, non-lethal policing weapons. They haven’t replaced lethal force, they’ve just allowed the police to weaponize conflicts they previously wouldn’t have had weapons for. Now they can shoot first against a civilian demonstration if they aren’t using bullets. I’m sure the people working on those projects imagined their technology replacing firearms. I, personally, would refuse to work on any weapons project, no matter how rosy a picture the client painted for me.
And now we have smart landmines that talk to each other and coordinate with each other as to how best to effectively kill the enemy. Princess Diana is rolling over in her grave. What the fuck is wrong with the world?
With the rising popularity of mixed martial arts, mostly thanks to organizations like UFC and PrideFC, fans of the sport seem to think that anyone who knows any form of martial art is all about kicking ass. Little do they realize that most martial arts are primarily based on defensive skills and not intended to do any more harm to an attacker than is absolutely necessary. While being great for training the body, in reality 90% of what martial arts teaches you will be completely ineffectual in a real-world fight. That’s cool with me because I’m only into inflicting long-lasting psychological injuries. Most fights inevitably go to the ground which is where you naturally go for the throat and testes.
I’m currently working on developing my own martial art. Thus far it consists primarily of biting, pinching, eye-gouging, groin shots, eye pokes and fish-hooking. Now that I think of it I’ll have to add neck punching, can’t forget neck punching. I look forward to being able to summon fiery dragons with my chi.
I got into a fight with a really fat kid when I was younger. He got me on the ground and laid his substantial girth across my face. After about 15 seconds I bit his stomach, stood up and kicked him in the back. I should have put that tubby bastard into the sharpshooter. That would be a kick ass way to end a fight.
My brother put me in the sharpshooter once. He was a prick
From this article I found over at crimethinc:
Firstly, the amount of donations that have come in for Fighting for Our Lives is much, much less than we anticipated. Between printing and shipping, this printing of FFOL will cost around $25,000.
Yeah or, uhh, here’s a wild fucking crazy thought; PUT IT THE FUCK ONLINE! They’re already using the power of the interweb and have a web server, website, hosting, etc. so what the fuck are they doing paying for printing? It’s not that hard to snip a few wires on a public copier. Hell, I’ll do it myself and send them 100 copies on my own dime along with a note to shut the fuck up. Another thing, how the hell did they get $25,000 in the first place? And more importantly why are they wasting that $25,000 on printing pamphlets and books when posting this shit online in a downloadable and self-printable format would be practically free in comparison?
I can’t even begin to recall how many times these crimethinc kids have started fights over publishing; “go suck some publisher’s cock. I’m sure they’ll give you a discount”. I buy used, motherfucker. Sorry I’m not as cool as all these crimethinc kids copying classic books by hand with stolen (of course) Bic pens onto pieces of paper from the trash. Crimethinc kids r kewliez.
After a two week vacation (paid thanks to my unused overtime at AFF), today I started my new job as a ramper at Anchorage International Airport. It can get a bit hectic at times, but it’s generally pretty cool. It doesn’t pay as well as my last job, but with the guarantee of 80 hours per pay period and all the overtime I can handle I’ll be making a lot more money. There are also incentives like flights to places in AK for as low as $10. I’ll even get discounts on Alaska Airlines. The thought of flying to a resort destination in Mexico for $80 and I’m there. Though I’d be far more likely to use that to go to Vancouver for a hockey weekend when the season starts back up.
I came across an article a while ago about a Chicago-area police crossing guard who was fired for drinking his own urine in public. He was eventually fired for doing it in uniform while extolling the virtues of ingesting ones own urine on the basis of it’s restorative properties. If you really think about it not much would bother me either way with his position. Mostly I’d be too busy freaking out about the fact I was drinking my own piss.
I was just thinking about Warren Ellis’ Bad World comic, and how well this guy would fit in, but then I remembered they already had a piss drinker in that one. Shameful. If you are going to be a disgusting crazy freak at least be a disgusting crazy freak in an original way for fuck’s sake.
From the article :
Danis is convinced that the medical establishment is trying to keep urine therapy a secret. “I think someone in the medical lobby got to the chief of police,” he said. “They don’t want this out.”
Yes, Mr. Danis, because reason dictates someone must have been coerced into having a problem with a piss-drinker. Then again they’re probably afraid people will find out thats how Dick Cheney stays alive. Between drinking piss and eating babies, he’s gonna live to be 500.
Now if you will excuse me I’m going to go microwave a canteloupe and make sweet sweet love to it. It’s not a sex thing, my juicer is just on the fritz.
Jesus: Sent to Earth by his father, raised by a simple tradesman, went out into the world to effect change, had miraculous abilities, died, came back to life.
Superman: Sent to Earth by his father, raised by a simple tradesman, went out into the world to effect change, had miraculous abilities, died, came back to life.
Like I’ve been saying for years. The Bible would be so much cooler if Jesus wore skin-tight spandex and shot laser beams from his eyes.
Let me tell you about spoons! I know things, horrible things, things the mind cannot accept without slipping into insanity! You think you know spoons, you don’t. Everything you think you know is just a fairy tale conjured up by society to protect the weak-willed. So don’t you dare insult spoons, for they are the crushers of souls!
The CCA is still my favorite of the governmental media censoring organizations. Founded in 1954 to save the youth of Amerika from the craven immorality that is the comic book. The hysteria was sparked by infamous psychologist and author Frederic Wertham . His book “Seduction of the Innocent” was the first, but certainly not the last, publication to claim that Batman and his live-in boy-toy Robin were in the BatCloset. He also claimed Wonder Woman to be a man-hating lesbian, but Mr. Wertham didn’t mind that sort of thing as long as he was allowed to watch. This was one of the earliest “OMG! That fictional character aimed at children is totally queer!” campaigns. Tinky-Winky was late to the party.
From Wikipedia:
In its original form, the Code prohibited depictions of gore, sexuality, and excessive violence; required that authority figures were never to be ridiculed or presented disrespectfully, and that good must always win; and prohibited scenes with vampires, werewolves, ghouls or zombies. The code also prohibited advertisements of liquor, tobacco, knives, fireworks, nude pin-ups and postcards, and “toiletry products of questionable nature”.
The comics code seriously impeded creativity and fun in comics, not that writers and artists didn’t find ways to sneak around it. The funniest one I can remember is how in old Spectre comics The Spectre would turn people into plants or trees before burning them as to bypass the Authority’s silly “no burning people” policy. It’s crazy to think of how many would-have-been good stories were adversely affected by this. It’s just a relief to see major imprints such as Marvel seeing the code for the creativity-stifling censorship that it is and dumping it in favor of a much more reasonable “we’ll put whatever we want in our books, slap our own rating on the cover and let people decide for themselves” rating system.
