So anyways, I sets out to find me a job. Nothin big, just somethin to shut her stupid ass up. I headed over to Intel man, to apply for their shit. I figure fuck, bro, I am in internet columnist, and they do internet shit there. I strolled in. Some wannabee cop motherfucker stopped me at the door. "Do you have a badge, sir?" He asked..
I mean, at first he seemed like an ok, dude ya know? Fucking long hair, not the 'mullet' or whatever you fucks call it, but long, drives a cougar, gold chains, you know, the fucker has style, I had to admit it. When I said that, Jeremy just kind of looked at me funny and looked over at his bitch and yelled 'YOUR TEAM' whatever that means.
I met up with some army dudes, and told them my plan. They started laughin and shit. I told those preppy fucks to watch their back. They didnt think I could get saddam. I told them to make room in thier tent for a fuckin body. People just dont have faith in my skills anymore. The dudes gave me an old flak jacket and a beat up M-16 that jams up. "Thanks guys" I said, as I rode my camel away. I love the army, dude. I traveled across the desert, and I asked some hodgees where saddam was, and they pretended like they didn't know.
Having my own website is the shit. Ain't no other motherfucker that has shit like that in Walnut grove.. they aint even got any computers here, thats why people around here fuck with me. They dont know yet. But check out my site. Unless you're a pig. I know the pigs will be checkin my shit, especially when I get a warrant. The pigs will fuck with me...
So I asks him: "You think I can't afford a fucken value meal dude? IS THAT IT... Oh, its a big and tasty for the broke motherfucker, right? FUCK THAT SHIT PUNK". He started tremblin. I could see the fear in his punk ass.
If ignorance is bliss, why is Ann Coulter so bitter?
Renowned psychologist Philip Zimbardo, famous for conducting the Stanford prison experiment, knows how easy it is for nice people to turn bad. In this talk, he shares insights and graphic unseen photos from the Abu Ghraib trials. Then he talks about the flip side: how easy it is to be a hero, and how we can rise to the challenge. In the top row, far right, prisoners are forced to masturbate before the camera. Bottom row, far right, prisoner covered in excrement.
In Nigeria, the coming trial of Wiwa vs. Shell promises, if anything, a disturbing look at a microcosm of Big Oil's influence on governments around the world, particularly our own under eight years of Bush and Cheney and the Democratic leaders who enabled them. Did events that transpired in Nigeria back in the 1990s foreshadow the outright seizure of government in the United States by oil interests today?
For your sake above all else, the suspected terrorist deserves rights; all rights that an American citizen enjoys simply because "suspected terrorist" does not mean "convicted terrorist" yet both terms are now legally equated; in full mockery of justice and reason.
One of the first things you learn about investigative journalism is that the most important stories the world needs to know, the ones you want to write, are the last thing any publisher wants to touch. In the bad old days, that meant those stories wouldn't be written because they would not be seen, and of course you would not get paid. The internet changed that. Now you had an audience even if it meant you had to write for free. All writers should be paid. It's not fun being broke. But all writers have a civic responsibility that trumps personal gain. That means covering stories the corporate media will never touch because they threaten the establishment, or because those stories condemn them.