Money can’t afford to be racist. Stop buying the fucking decisive race war bullshit or they’ll keep winning. It’s a class war. A money war. Otherwise there wouldn’t be so many memes about white people having sensitive constitutions to dairy and gluten and creating the entire “organic” food movement industry.
“73% of African Americans are lactose intolerant. 95% of Asians, roughly 70% of Native Americans and about 53% of Hispanic Americans are lactose intolerant. Our government is encouraging Americans of color to eat foods (see: dairy) that it KNOWS is going to make them ill. Ultimately, what that boils down to is the government is telling me, as an African American, to eat food that’s going to make me ill for no health benefit so that will benefit dairy farmers. That’s a form of institutionalized racism.”
– Dr. Milton Mills, M.D., Critical Care Physician
Six-String Samurai
Ship Battle - by Dimitrije Miljus
“The sailor takes the ship, and the ship in turn is got
By the kraken coming up below, the spoils it has brought,
But before that beast can gorge itself on soul and keg and sail,
A bigger fish has found its lunch: the ancient godly whale.”
—Vagabird
The Madhouse, William Hogarth
Medium: oil,canvas
I don’t have a garage.
Brainstorm GOT redesign : Jon Snow and his pet robot, Ghost
“Do Vietnam veterans feel guilty? Only one individual in ten ever fired a shot in anger. Even Marines in the field rarely knew if they hit anything. Rambo has “59 confirmed kills,” first tour, and scores another 90 during the film, for a total of 149, not counting blood trails, civilians, and water buffalo. My own score was perhaps more typical. In Vietnam I fired more rounds than the Stonewall Brigade fired at the Battle of Gettysburg. I was highly motivated, but my body count was a standing joke: I killed as many of them as they did of me. Looking back with flawless hindsight, I hope I hit nothing but trees, and I hope the trees lived. If I did kill a human being in Vietnam, it was a tragic accident or self-defense; I regret it, but I do not apologize.”
— Gustav Hasford, “Vietnam Means Never Having to Say You’re Sorry,” in Penthouse, June 1987
When I get a new game
My father had taught me to be nice first, because you can always be mean later, but once you’ve been mean to someone, they won’t believe the nice anymore. So be nice, be nice, until it’s time to stop being nice, then destroy them.
Aurora Borealis over Bombardier Lake Quarry, Canadian Royalties Nunavik Nickel Project, Quebec.
Credit: Dominique Lebrun