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The Manchester Bomber Is The Spawn Of Hillary And Barack’s Excellent Libyan Adventure

An armed Libyan rebel shoots an AK-47 at a poster of Muhammar Gaddafi in the captured rebel town of Ras-Lanuf in the east of the country (Photo: Andrey Stenin/Sputnik)
On November 20, 2015, two jihadi militants attacked the Radisson Blu hotel in Bamako, Mali, seizing about 100 hostages and “leaving bodies strewed across the building.” When it was over, 22 people (including the attackers) had been killed. As the New York Times reported:

We Don’t Need No Stinkin’ Liberals: One Good Lob of the Molotov

In B. Traven’s novel, The Treasure of the Sierra Madre (1927):
“All right,” Curtin shouted back. “If you are the police, where are your badges? Let’s see them.”
“Badges, to god-damned hell with badges! We have no badges. In fact, we don’t need badges. I don’t have to show you any stinking badges, you god-damned cabrón and chinga tu madre!”

4 reasons ‘love and acceptance’ doesn’t win the war against terrorism

After a devastating terrorist atrocity, people are understandably shaken, frightened and confused. Anger, sadness and fear are what terrorists seek to inspire and it is no surprise that when a bomb successfully kills and disfigures innocent civilians, the living are fraught with emotion. This cannot be changed for the same reason that human nature cannot ever be changed.
However, some try to change it using self-righteous platitudes which they themselves would likely not believe if they or someone they knew was the victim of a terrorist atrocity.

Serving the Rich, Elite and Criminally Insane Capitalists: The Unsilencing of Intellect

One of the toughest things I’ve been facing is the bald-faced collective delusion of fellow Americans. From the rank and file social worker, to even the people I serve – homeless, street people, addicted, just out of prison – to the creeps at the top, like my own Oregon’s Phil Knight, Nike guy, all the way through to the politicians, bureaucrats, and those vaunted intellectuals. These delusions center around capitalism, the buy-sell world of service economies, deep into the transnational crap that is the under girder of America’s engines of the rich.

Waiting for Godot: Any God-forsaken Sane Sign!

The tears of the world are a constant quantity. For each one who begins to weep somewhere else another stops. The same is true of the laugh. Let us not then speak ill of our generation, it is not any unhappier than its predecessors. Let us not speak well of it either. Let us not speak of it at all. It is true the population has increased.
— Samuel Beckett, Waiting for Godot