"My god...that idiot is playing with his camera AGAIN."

moneylol

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q6dJtScSnxM

moneymoneymoney
lolol

YTCracker is also teh sh1t.

(L33tspeak used with permission from Al Gore).

Beefy is teh sh1t.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KwazMIXOp-U

A beta (40 Hz) brainwave entrainment track

The real Hillary Clinton died years ago; this one's just an android put in place by the Men in Black in cooperation with the Illuminati. That's why she's so robotic. ;)

Let's hear it for the Center of the Univer..I mean, uh, Texas!

I'm just outside of Northwest Austin.

This is true. And the way she smiles and laughs? You can tell it's not genuine.

Interesting tidbit: Hillary has said publicly that she was named after Sir Edmund Hillary, who was one of the first known climbers to reach the summit of Mt. Everest in the summer of '53. However Senator Clinton was born in 1947, well before Sir Hillary had achieved any sort of widespread recognition--in fact, before this feat he was essentially a "nobody". Hate to say it dears, but Senator Clinton's pretty much a blatant liar.

Oy. See my above post for why immediate withdrawal is a BAD IDEA.

http://www.interzonga.com/martianfederation/welcome.htm
Trip to Mars anyone? Forget the election, we can build a new system!

Edit: Yess, 200 posts! This message shall forever live on in infamy!

MEMO FROM THE ROCK OF THE PRESIDENT OF AL QAEDA

It has come to my attention that our spy network has discovered the infidels may be planning some kind of attack or infiltration into our glorious organization. Therefore, we shall once again relocate to another cave in the morning. As a precaution I order extra guards at the mouth of our current cave until that time. To reinforce the current shift I have selected Omar, Hassan, Mohammad, Maneesh, and Richard.


Osama bin Laden

*sigh* sorry dude. I know what that feels like

Sheesh, can we think about the whole concept of a withdrawal time line rationally for a sec?

The current enemy in the Middle East, whom I'll call Islamofascists (NOT to be confused with Moslems as a whole), are intent on wiping out all belief systems besides their own. It doesn't take much digging to figure this out. But that's normal for people like that, and it's not limited to Islam or even religion in general.

What separates the current enemy from others like them (WWII's Nazis, for example) is that most fundamentally want to live, while Islamofascists are spurred on by a belief that they'll go to heaven if they die while getting rid of some infidels, and are quite content to get blown to bits as long as it means glory to their god.

From a practical standpoint for us, this stark-raving-mad fanaticism absolutely requires a kill-or-be-killed defense mentality. As allies with Israel and a perceived breeding ground for everything that goes against their chosen values, the US is Target #1, and again, they'll stop at nothing until we've been completely wiped out. Furthermore, they capitalize on the idea of the Moslem people as a great victim of global injustice, which will, without doubt, cause these ideas to spread like wildfire if left unchecked. Bad news, my friend.

Of COURSE timetabled pullout out of Iraq would make things worse. What would you do if your enemy suddenly started retreating? Be honest.

Moslem society is one obsessed with masculinity, even far more than our own. To refuse to fight and defend yourself is to be seen as incredibly weak and unworthy of respect, and a deep insecurity about one's strength courses through the hidden veins of most of the culture--believe me, I know. These Islamofascists see the American public's lack of support for this war and don't see a society of wise, peaceful people...to them we're basically a bunch of wussbags who literally aren't even human. Securing a democratic Iraq really is important. It's literally the difference between immediate attack and keeping the folks here at home safe and sound. This war isn't world policing...no, it's good old-fashioned self interest. I don't care who gets into office, if he's got half a brain on his shoulders I strongly suspect he'll discard the idea after his first couple of briefings.

Yes, he. Sorry amigos, but Hillary's not going to get close. Not saying that out of spite or preference for another runner..just saying how it's gonna be.

As for everything else you posted about, Aaron, I pretty much agree completely. Sounds very much like you've watched Russo's documentary. You won't see me accepting a USID any time soon. Heh..I'll expatriate before they slap me with one of those buggers.

Dang, I wrote another novel. Sorry guys, I guess I'm bad at that. (Or good, maybe. The glass is half full, eh? )

Cheers!
Mars NS

It wouldn't be nearly that extreme. The overall American mindset is nothing like the Vietnam era. Won't happen.

Either way, the draft hasn't been a real consideration of Congress--and it's Congress that makes that call, not the President--since "Gulf War II" started.

As for the next White House, my intuition is telling me Romney/Huckabee, though I could be wrong.

Niiiice. I know good rap when I read it

Good to know there's still folks out there who can write intelligent hip-hop

She just wants me for my body

Brings a whole new meaning to "Jimmy crack corn and I don't care".....

Because I can...


SECRETS FROM THE FUTURE

Get your most closely kept personal thought:
put it in the Word .doc with a password lock.
Stock it deep in the .rar with extraction precluded
by the ludicrous length and the strength of a reputedly
dictionary-attack-proof string of characters
(this, imperative to thwart all the disparagers
of privacy: the NSA and Homeland S).
You better PGP the .rar because so far they ain’t impressed.
You better take the .pgp and print the hex of it out,
scan that into a TIFF. Then, if you seek redoubt
for your data, scramble up the order of the pixels
with a one-time pad that describes the fun time had by the thick-soled-
boot-wearing stomper who danced to produce random
claptrap, all the intervals in between which, set in tandem
with the stomps themselves, begat a seed of math unguessable.
Ain’t no complaint about this cipher that’s redressable!
Best of all, your secret: nothing extant could extract it.
By 2025 a children’s Speak & Spell could crack it.

You can’t hide secrets from the future with math.
You can try, but I bet that in the future they laugh
at the half-assed schemes and algorithms amassed
to enforce cryptographs in the past.

And future people do not give a damn about your shopping,
your Visa number SSL’d to Cherry-Popping
Hot Grampa Action websites that you visit,
nor password-protected partitions, no matter how illicit.
And this, it would seem, is your saving grace:
the amazing haste of people to forget your name, your face,
your litanous* list of indefensible indiscretions.
In fact, the only way that you could pray to make impression
on the era ahead is if, instead of being notable,
you make the data describing you undecodable
for script kiddies sifting in that relic called the internet
(seeking latches on treasure chests that they could wreck in seconds but didn’t yet
get a chance to cue up for disassembly)
to discover and crack the cover like a crème brûlée.
They’ll glance you over, I guess, and then for a bare moment
you’ll persist to exist; almost seems like you’re there, don’t it?
But you’re not. You’re here. Your name will fade as Front’s will,
‘less in the future they don’t know our cryptovariables still.

Now it’s an Enigma machine, a code yelled out at top volume
through a tin can with a thin string, and that ain’t all you
do to broadcast cleartext of your intentions.
Send an email to the government pledging your abstention
from vote fraud this time (next time: can’t promise).
See you don’t get a visit from the department of piranhas.
Be honest; you ain’t hacking those. It’d be too easy,
setting up the next president, pretending that you were through freezing
when you’re nothing but warming up: ‘to do’ list in your diary
(better keep for a long time — and the long time better be tiring
to the distribution of electrical brains
that are guessing every unsalted hash that ever came).
They got alien technology to make the rainbow tables with,
then in an afternoon of glancing at ‘em, secrets don’t resist
the loving coax of the mathematical calculation,
heart of your mystery sent free-fall into palpitations.
Computron will rise up in the dawn, a free agent.
Nobody knows the future now; gonna find out — be patient.

*litanous: adj., comprising a litany or litanies

Duh? Opposites attract dude. You'll wind up pulling your hair out if you try to date a carbon-copy of yourself.

Tadpoles N Snails

Poor Brad. :(

The Rock had it coming to him though. B4stard.