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I'm an ignoramus - but what does citing Holder for contempt actually do? Election year politics, obviously - but does this damage the executive branch's ability to function or is it more of a symbolic gesture? Does Holder get criminally charged now, and if so, who prosecutes the Attorney General?

While this is clearly election year power-politics, isn't it also +1 for government transparency? Executive privileges sounds like a really fishy reason to hide something related to the US government delivering guns to drug cartels.

Judging by the way things have been going, I'd assume it'll be a +1 for government transparency where it suits the government to be transparent.

So, +1 for them to do the same old bullshit.

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If I may add:

- The Repeat:
It doesn't matter in the least what it is, this person will latch on to something (a cause, an event, whatever) and stick to it for years and years and years. It's boring. Everyone around them knows their position. They haven't updated their opinions since they made them. And still, they talk about it until you want to put your cleated foot to their junk.



This also includes The Conspiracy Theorist, who is also half convert.

Repeats would be more tolerable if they expanded their repertoire. Then you could bump into them at the store every couple of months and not hear the same thing but once a year or so.

They only ever talk about one or two things IME, though.

"Hi, how are you? Me I'm not doing that good. Look how much this cereal cost. It's getting BAD. Guess how much my light bill was - "

Yeah, I know. But every time you see them? For TEN YEARS? I CAN'T FIX IT, CAN WE TALK ABOUT SOMETHING ELSE?



I think "Perpetual Complainer" is another uniform in its own right. The kind of person who always has a problem but Don't you dare offer a solution, God dammit. These people always need something to bitch and moan about, and they are not looking for a way out of their problems -- they're looking for someone to share them with. If you solve a Complainer's problem, they will never forgive you.

I used to be one of these. I imagine there's still some remnants, but I try my best to see them and scrape them off like a horrid fungal infection. I figure eventually I'll get rid of it all.

I DO have a lot of unsolvable problems which, if I had any reason to bitch about them that wasn't attention whoring, would still make me look like this. But they're first world problems and I don't have fucking time for first world problems these days. If one of these happens to come up in conversation and people start offering help (which has occurred recently), I get slightly upset.

"Well, why don't you..."

"Look motherfucker. I will deal with MY problems MY way on MY time. I'm not here for your pity. I'm here for the free fucking food. You're the one who tried to see what the hell was wrong with my life and took it upon yourself to fix my problems. I AM A FUCKING INDEPENDENT GODDAMN ADULT, I DO NOT NEED YOU TO WIPE MY ASS OR CHANGE MY CLOTHES OR FEED ME BREAKFAST!"

"Sorry, I was only trying to help."

"I DON'T NEED HELP! At least not the kind you can give, Mr. Fucking Minivan!"

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Well, there's always the alternative.

"They will NOT make me paranoid! No matter how many hundreds of them try, no matter how they follow me around and record me and spy on me, day in and day out...they will NOT SUCCEED in making me PARANOID!  I shall foil them, I swear it!" 
 - Knuckles, 5 days ago, walking down the street muttering into a tape recorder

They made me paranoid once. I moved into low-income housing on the bad side of Tucson for 6 months, and then I fled the state for 10 years. Now that I'm back in AZ, I find myself avoiding TV like the plague. They mix the airwaves here with something terrible.

From what I gathered, they mix them with Tucson.

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Seems like I was the only one who didn't Get It.  :lulz:

Ah well. It's a learning experience, no matter HOW fucking much I think I fucking know.

Booze is tricky. You might have a blast, or at least be able to tune out the ugly for a little while and focus on stuff you actually like.
Or it might make you think about all the wrong stuff until you want to go "down the road, not across the street".
It's fun sometimes, but actually kind of a shitty drug.

I use it when I need to be able to walk outside and look like I'm not stark raving mad. Appointments, grocery shopping, visiting the few people I dare call "friends" in this godforsaken mudhole. I use other things too, but booze is legal and a drug that I can dose myself on quite accurately. It's always going to ruin my thinking, but it tends to scramble it in such a way as to short circuit, before anything else, my raving-monologue program which usually kicks in the second I'm away from a computer or a pen and paper for more than 5 minutes.

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Fact:  If you actually LIKE girlie stuff, then go with it.

If you're doing it because you feel you HAVE to, then you're a Pink.


Troof! Also the converse -

If you don't like girlie stuff then that's fine

If you take offence to people who do because you feel you have to, then you're also a pink

Yep.

It's all about being YOU, whether you happen to be Tammy Faye Bakker or someone who's never worn makeup in their lives.  And if you feel a social need to criticize people either way, then you're in no better shape.  Hell, if you feel any need to criticize at all.  It's that person's thing; it doesn't hurt you.

I dunno. I criticize 400 lb. people on scooters.

But that's a lethal weapon.  :?

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This is too much for this early. (Note: it is NEVER late enough for this.)

I'm going to go get some booze and hope the horror of middle-to-upper class America!'s beliefs fades.

Making the Truth go away for a while with a bottle is not much different than watching Fox News.

Just saying.  In fact, that was the whole point.

It can help when you need it to though.

I just never really thought about all those times you don't need it to. Goddamn, fell right into your trap ya cunning old bastard.1



1 -- Not to say you were trying to set a trap, per se. More like set me up to see the error of my ways.

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This is too much for this early. (Note: it is NEVER late enough for this.)

I'm going to go get some booze and hope the horror of middle-to-upper class America!'s beliefs fades.

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Until I lived amongst them, I thought that the alcoholic hobos just had a disease. "They can't help it, they're addicts." No, they're just a SYMPTOM, a symptom of an altogether different disease.

There are no causes; only symptoms.  And we can deal with those.  We have a pill for that, and we'll use it to make you dumb enough that you don't even notice the stress.  Dumb & happy, that's why America™ has the BEST STANDARD OF LIVING1 in the ENTIRE WORLD.  Unless you don't LIKE nice things, unless you CHOOSE to be poor, because you hate dressage horsies that Mitt Romney's wife was able to recover $78,000 in "losses" on her and her delightful husband's taxes.  If you had the right values, you could have horsies, too.

Or, for that matter, enough to eat and a roof over your head and maybe a little bit of security, finance-wise.

But you don't.  You People believe in all the wrong things.  You People don't WANT nice stuff.  You People want unfurnished cities and whatever it is You People snort or smoke or drink when you gather together in faceless, huddled masses and scare the shit out of Quality People.




1  For Quality People, anyway.

I have all the wrong values, that's true, but I grew up among those who A: had all the right values and B: still managed to fail to be Quality People. Clearly, they weren't trying hard enough. But the funny thing is, these shitnacked pantywaists didn't even have the guts to toss the pink bowties and smelly gym socks of civilization off of their otherwise naked forms. They couldn't even become Us People, they were somewhere in between. I lived in between WITH them, Roger.

It's a horrible place. Not only do you have no Fun, assuming you have the wrong values and like the wrong kinds of alcoholic beverage, you have no money either. you have no Nice Things. You're looked down upon by the people who are better off and the people who are worse off (given the hierarchy the Middle Folk believe in have been indoctrinated with).

I'm glad I got out of there Roger. Nice Things are nice, and maybe if I was patient enough they would have come down the line to me. But Fun is better, and I don't mean parties and controlled substances so much as wild dashes through city streets at 3AM, chasing down some guy who happened to walk past because hey, I need my cardio, don't I?

Even if I'm Us People, we still need our healthy diets and cardiovascular workouts and our transportation, right?

Right?

Actually, I'm beginning to think those things are too Nice for Us People, even. When hotdogs and Pop-Tarts are the only things you can afford to eat once a day, every day, maybe you should just let your arteries go. Those motherfuckers need to pull themselves up by their bootstraps anyway. Can't be babying them forever.

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Aneristic Illusions / Re: CIA torture site in Poland
« on: June 25, 2012, 03:45:41 pm »

I was quite fond of 24. It does occur to me that it was the perfect form of entertainment indoctrination for America over the past decade.

I didn't have the heart to do it myself.

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 :mittens:

I feel the second paragraph most strongly suits me. If I have to actually do anything at all where my brain's important and there's going to be the kind of people around that might call the cops if I start screaming death threats at my sidekicks while they quietly giggle at me (only enraging me further), I load up on SOMETHING.

One time, I drank around 2400 mg of caffeine in a single day for lack of anything better at hand. It works, but you don't want to deal with the results. Believe me. I suppose if you're getting to a certain depth of desperation, you can also TRY to do the same thing with cigarettes. One time I did, but all I got was a bloody hacking cough that incidentally got me out of every lame ass social/"necessary" engagement I had for up to a week afterwards.

Until I lived amongst them, I thought that the alcoholic hobos just had a disease. "They can't help it, they're addicts." No, they're just a SYMPTOM, a symptom of an altogether different disease. The same disease that created me, and that created the post I'm replying to. And they certainly can help it. But that way lies only nightmares and the end state: becoming one of the murderous once-human bogeymen hiding in maintenance tunnels under condemned buildings1. They drink for the same reason Roger has pills and I have dangerously large doses of caffeine and you have whatever keeps you from screaming into every shadowed corner, just HOPING something leaps out so you can finally put a face to the horror, even if you don't survive the encounter. They drink for health, even though it kills them.

Welcome to the REAL America!, folks.


1 -- That isn't a metaphor. Don't break into condemned buildings.

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I dreamed my dog was two different dogs and one of them had a skull fracture and his head healed all crooked.

OH GOD WHAT HAVE I DONE

You fucked up dream dog? It's ok, he'd have probably just turned into Taylor Swift or something equally horrible if I'd slept a little longer.

I also accidentally the entire dreamworld. So, there's that too.

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This has more to do with the Madgjiqkcue Richules I do than aliens, though.

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Have you ever experienced a period of missing time?  Do you wake up covered in scars and cuts you cannot explain?  Do you have many dreams involving flying?  Do you find yourself having a sudden awareness of the unified nature of existence, or an increased interest in ecology and vegetarianism?  Have you ever woken up in bed paralysed?  Do you find yourself getting sexually aroused in the presence of reptiles hairy European folks?  Do the words "Zeta Reticuli" mean anything to you?  Are you starting to find David Icke a compelling, or alternately, an abhorrent figure?  Do you find yourself inexplicably upset when "anal probe" jokes are made?  Do you find yourself wishing The X-Files Twin Peaks was still on TV?

Yes. To all questions.

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Aneristic Illusions / Re: CIA torture site in Poland
« on: June 24, 2012, 02:06:44 pm »
Actually, this is pretty standard, for the CIA.  Even restrained.

Usually, when the CIA gets involved in covert, paramilitary and interrogation programs, there is enough blood to fill several Olympic size swimming pools.  That is, to say, tens of thousands of deaths.  In Vietnam, they undertook torture programs where they tapped metal probes through people's skulls into their brain, obstensibly to see if they could "cure Communism".  When they questioned people, they always did it in threes.  Procedure was to waste the first two, who were usually nobodies and may not even be involved in the Viet Cong, to put the scare on the third.  One of the favourite methods of execution was wrapping det cord around the neck of the prisoner, then blowing their head off.

Not that this makes any of this right.  But the CIA have been much, much worse, in living memory.

Oh of course. I'm not shocked by the CIA, I'm shocked by the fact that this shit gets dug up regularly and not a damn person in the US gives a toss. This shit would be CLEAR THE LINES, THIS ONE'S BIG if it was any other country responsible, or if Poland did that in the US. But because it's us, and it's not next door where the crinimalz vapurs uf EEEVUL will corrupt the children, we tuck it under the bed and say it doesn't fucking exist.

Christ. I wish I had the money for more booze.

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