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#101
Aneristic Illusions / Dan Halloran
October 29, 2010, 06:42:24 AM
I don't recall seeing anything about this guy here yet, but  :lulz: :lulz:

QuotePaganism is starting to gain acceptance in mainstream society.  As a measure of acceptance we are seeing milestones hit such as Patrick McCollum speaking at the World Forum of Spiritual Culture in Astana, Kazakhstan last week.  Another such milestone is the election of openly Pagan candidates to political office.   In the past few years the Pagan community has seen the election of two openly Pagan candidates.  One of them is Dan Halloran.
http://politics.pagannewswirecollective.com/2010/10/28/pagans-in-politics-series-dan-halloran/

My favorite part is this.
QuoteWhy do you think that Pagans in reconstructionist religions have been more successful in breaking into politics and seen a serious candidates than Wiccans and other Contemporary Pagans?
Quote from: HalloranBecause the intellectual rigors of reconstruction faiths provide the discipline and education needed to be taken seriously in academic circles... which usually means mainstream higher education, in turn upper income, and more mainstream appearances and social involvement.
#102
Two vast and trunkless legs of stone / ATTN PD.COMERS
October 19, 2010, 04:02:24 AM
This was all just a social experiment.

You all did exactly what I wanted you to do.

My gods you are all so predictable.

Carryon.
#103
Or Kill Me / I hate the entire unviers
October 17, 2010, 10:25:57 AM
Fuck you all. IO hope you all die painfully. Painfuly from STDs. I hope all of you have horrible sores happent oyou and have your gnetiels weep fluids as they melt from your bocies. I hipe you all hasen the heat death fo the univers. FUCK you all. I reallydotn fucking like most of you. Fucking wannabe intellucutals. the Machine will fucking eat you all. You may think you are evading it but it will get you if it hasnt alreadu goptten you. Odds are you alreayd work for h machine. You are a loyal servatnt eh Mahine. You keep h MAchine running. You are teh ery thinkg you rebb;edd agaisnt  it nowe instead of ealrier. Of yu uld ranvel to fuck up kickld ndvjioid g,rr sjgirjj;
#104
Literate Chaotic / Not that Agrippa is my thing but...
October 08, 2010, 09:38:52 PM
Someone brought to my attention a Kindle version of Agrippa translated into English.
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B0045Y1NJO
#105
Or Kill Me / Mostly just bitching
October 08, 2010, 07:27:47 AM
I hate sitting through retention briefs. All the scaremongering. "13% of vets are unemployed" "most people with degrees still don't have jobs twos after getting their degree" "you have such great health care" "If you are married and have a family you should stay in"

And then I got and see that the points for E5 in 91E are 350 as of Aug. And it hurts. I can't do a job I would love to do in the Army because of one fucking eye.
So, in stead I refuse to be sent promotion boards as a 92Y in this unit. Not that it would matter, as soon as I elible, points fot E5 in 92Y jumped to 798, the max points you can have is 800. And I don't know the most important part of my job as 92Y, so I would be one of the worse E5's, although that must just be a bunch of bullshit, since I know all teh regs I need to know, so I can fake vast knowledge by being able to research fast. But the thought of issuing out shitpaper and pens, and hten having to do all the other BS associated just makes me want to go on a rampage.

It hurts me a little be every time an NCO asks me when I am going to the board. All I can do is shrug, and say that I don't know. Sometimes I point out that I have jsut over a year left before I leave, but it's just a cop out. I think of it is just bullshit. Boards and points don't show anything but that you can cheat, and scrounge points, and that you can regurgitate enough information and not stammer like a retard in a dress uniform. I refuse to do it. I refuse to play bull shit games, and because of my stubbornness I know soldiers that have been about as long as me are now NCOs, and I know NCOs that are worthless as people nevermind as soldiers or leaders.

And yet I still feel like I am letting my NCOIC done and have been since late 09, and more importantly I am letting myself down.

But then I look around and see all the bullshit. and tell myself, it's not worth is. It's not swallowing pride, memorizing shit that no-one actually bothers with using, practicing facing movements when they are only dusted off for ceremonies. Then i tell myself that is just this bullshit unit, that what others tell of the real Army not being this shitty, or worse that parts of the Army are worse than my bullshit unit.

I should told the Army to suck my dick for taking away my first choice of MOS the day I was supposed to ship out, and swallowed my pride long enough to get a new place and job while living with my parents on their couch, which their fucking badly trained dogs, with their dog hair everywhere, in house that stank of years of pet shit and piss, in a desert that tears up my nose now.
Some how I think I would have been much happier. Poorer, but happier, and ironically in better physical condition. years of callouses on my hands, gone. All because I let myself just being adequate. sure I score 264 out of 300 on the pt test, but I also get taped for body-fat for being 10 pounds overweight, of course I easily pass body-fat by stricter DoD standards. ya I can run close to 13min in a 2mile. I used to run a 3mile cross country in less than 17. And yet, I can't find myself caring enough to ever get myself training hard enough to shore up all these deficiencies, because "it's good enough for the Army"

I need to stop bitching about much I am pissed because of shit that I let the Army do to me. I always get the same answers. Get laser eye surgery. Change MOS. Change duty station. But fuck I've been wanting to get moved from where I work, battalion S4 to the company supply room for YEARS. I wanted to be the fucking armorer. Or at least actually issue shit out instead of, photocopying paper work, fixing shit for college educated retards, But now for some fucking reason even though are fucking shit loads of 92Y in the brigade, I am too fucking valuable where I am, where I literally do about 30 min of work an entire day. All we do is fucking track shit. We don't do shit. We track and inspect the supply rooms for the companies.


And this was all sparked because my platoon sergeant found the first award I was supposed to have ever been given, 30 Apr 2009, now. Ya, I just got an award I was given a year ago today. I didn't get the medal or the fucking ribbon for it, but hey one of 2 awards I felt that I earned. And what did I do to get it?
QuoteFOR MERITORIOUS SERVICE WHILE SERVING AS A MEMBER OF THE FORT LEWIS MILITARY HONORS TEAM. SPC ME DEMONSTRATED PROFESSIONALISM, SUPERIOR PERFORMANCE AND DEVOTION TO DUTY WHICH GREATLY CONTRIBUTED TO THE SUCCESSFUL COMPLETION OF NINE CEREMONIES IN HONOR OF DECEASED ARMY VETERAN'S HONORABLE AND FAITHFUL SERVICE TO THE UNITED STATES. SPC ME'S OUTSTANDING PERFORMANCE AND SELFLESS SERVICE REFLECT GREAT CREDIT UPON HIMSELF, THE <BATTALION>, THE <BRIGADE>, I CORPS AND FORT LEWIS, AND THE UNITED STATES ARMY

Ya, we spent a lot of time after the duty day drilling, we came in on the weekends, and holidays to render Honors to deceased Veterans. We always made sure we looked SHARP, out of our own pockets. I volunteered for that duty, because I hated how it seemed like no one wanted to. I don't think soldiers should be forced to do this. They should WANT to do it. And even then most of the team were voluntold for it. I didn't even care about being awarded, but I was pissed that I missed the ceremony, and my award just got lost, while everyone else on the team got theirs. I would have been happy with a fucking coin or a certificate of appreciation(which isn't really an award at all).

But what did people say when I got my award finally? "Hey look more promotion points"  :kingmeh: That is all they think about. Oh look more points, or I got a bigger award than people I out ranked, or people I don't like got a bigger award than me.

I hate monkeys.

Very respectfully,

FUCK OFF
#106
Two vast and trunkless legs of stone / ATTN: PD.COM
October 04, 2010, 02:38:07 AM
I am trolling you right now.


That is all. Carry on.
#107
http://movies.yahoo.com/feature/movie-talk-real-life-iron-man-suit-unveiled.html

The video clip is short, and bad. But hey progress is progress right?
#108
Two vast and trunkless legs of stone / I am NOT Welsh...
September 22, 2010, 03:49:30 AM
...well I might be...slightly. Sadly my crippling paranoia is preventing me from disclosing my last name to prove it. 
#109
...my battalion command sergeant major(E9 or 9th rank in the Army for enlisted, or really self important guy that most everyone in my battallion has to listen to) asked me, a lowly specialist(the fourth rank in the Army for enlisted members) to come up with questions for him to ask at this upcoming soldier of the quarter board.

I am not happy. I am also at a loss for how to get revenge upon a man that could make my Army life hell.
#110
So I've been taking college classes since I left high school. Nothing major, nothing full time. I figured that since I can get the Army to pay for my college while I am still in it would give me a leg up when I leave I can use the GI Bill.
Now I find myself with soon to be 77 credits of college, of which only 30 out of 90 will count towards this AS so I can have a good basis for a Engineering BS. But do I really want to have over half of my prior college count for nothing? I guess I could have a minor in ceramic art.








#111
http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20100910/ap_on_re_us/us_gays_in_military

I guess being gay has no bearing on your combat readiness.

Also a bunch of gay Republicans seem to be behind this.



ETA: I just read this over due to he lack of emoticons, I might be coming off as opposed to this. Which I am not. I think this judge is right.
#112
Or Kill Me / Why I hate the western martial arts community
September 06, 2010, 06:45:52 AM
This is a rant most people won't give a shit about. So fucking what. And those that might have an opinion on this subject will most likely disagree with me. Again, so fucking what.

The biggest reason I hate the general western martial arts community is the rampant clichism and circle-jerking back-patting. Hurray you can translate medieval dialects of German or Italian. I mean that is fucking rad. I can barely understand modern German, and without your help I wouldn't be able to go, "dude you are fucking wrong here"

Which brings me to the next thing. Academics thinking that because they could translate some old books they are now qualified to teach martially sound interpretations of this old books. Dude, your fucking measure is wrong. Your timing is wrong. And wtf do you think you are doing cutting from guard to guard? Just an fyi, swords are metal. Metal is harder than skin. Guess which wins? Ya, the sword. You don;'t need to cut from fucking vom Tag to Alber or Nebenhut to kill someone. No really. I am sure once you cut about 12 inches into his chest from his clavicle he might not be able to fight. I'm pretty sure you can do that a blunt, never mind a sharp sword.

Oh and on that note. Test cutting. WHAT THE FUCK??? You wanted to break from EMA but now you are aping what bad JSA dojos do? Just an FYI sure it's fun, but the Japanese only did it to prove the BLADE. That is right douchebag. Test cutting is a test of the sword. Being able to cleanly cut a non-moving roll of soaking wet tatami doesn't really mean anything. Well it does. It means you are fixated on looking cool. Cuz it is fucking cool to cut shit with your fucking sword. I know this. It is. I used to love just practicing cuts. But just an FYI for you. You don't need to cleanly cut someone to fuck them up enough to make them dead. You aren't trying to fucking make a gourmet meal with exquisitely cut garnish. You are CUTTING ANOTHER PERSON INTO PIECES, or at least training as if you were going to.

Which brings me to unarmored sparring. Hey why not, I mean you are training to fight with swords, swords are sexy. Armor is expensive. So hey just use your blossfechten training with a minimum of training gear. Ya...no. You are going to start making compromises somewhere. You will start trying to pad your weapon, so it won't act like a steel blade, which matters for winding, which you practice right? So you start to add more protective gear, cuz you don't want to get crush fingers, but hey those gloves mean you don't have to the full dexterity in your hands. But hey all that can be trained around. But what's that? You don't want to bother even doing drills so you can internalize the techniques? You want to start fighting NAO? You are a douche. You one of those guys on youtube posting videos about how you understand Liechtenaurer but nothing you do matches up with anything any of the fechtbucher in that lineage ever showed. Even better, when you AREN'T 'sparring' your drills look exactly the way they "should". Ya you suck, you can't make your sparring bear more than a passing semblance to your drilling. So you are dishonest and impatient and LAZY. Just fucking drill more. It is not like your life is on the fucking line if you can't use this shit.

And Fiorites? You guys can piss off. Fiore has a lot of kick ass grappling. Everything is basically grappling in his books.
#113
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4IGtDPG4UfI&feature=fvw

Um...ya. Not really sure this lady is firing on all her cylinders.
#115
All creative works are copyright under United State laws. Usage of my works in whole or part may be prosecuted.

Bear in mind I am some what embarrassed by this morass of words.   


This here is the beginning of a story I wrote in 2007 while bored in AIT at Ft Lee, learning how to look stuff up in a regulation was just so taxing... It is no where near completion, partly due to me not knowing where I was going with it in the first place. I am sharing this in hope that with some sort of feedback I will be motivated to complete this.

   A lone figure stands. Heavily shrouded, the only indications of life are the white plume of his breath and the slow rise and fall of its shoulders. The wind screams through the narrow canyon, tearing at the figure's wrappings. Next to him, driven into the ground, is an enormous black sword, taller than he and just as broad. Behind him stretches a narrow and rickety rope bridge over a mist filled chasm.
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   A quartet of horsemen robed and cowled against the bitter icy cold, ride swiftly through the narrow canyon. Coming around a sharp the lead horse rears up, sliding to a halt on the loose snow and gravel. The other three horsemen skillfully bringing their horses to a stop, laugh loudly as the lead rider curses loudly and reins his horse in.

   "Is Your Highness alright?" bellows the largest of the riders in mirth at the young rider's antics.

   "Yes, mayhap we should have brought along a pony, an old one, too docile to startle a youngster," joins in the tallest of the riders.

   Walking his horse back to the rest of the riders, the Prince speaks,"I am quite naturally alright Lord Raerth, merely displaying some horsemanship far beyond your ken." He pulls back his cowl and gives an impishly young smirk to Lord Raerth. "And as for..."

   Mid-sentence a deep booming voice that seems to come from the very earth, echoing all around them, speaks out," None shall pass," accompanied by the horses neighing and a low grinding noise, like the sound of steel being drug along stone.

   The quartet struggle to get their horses under control, while drawing their weapons, the Lord Raerth unsheathed a sizable longsword, followed closely by the tall rider, Master Shiceld, drawing forth a many headed flail.

   "Who dares to deny His Highness, the Prince of Lothland, and his servants?" demands the Prince as he gets his horse under control, again, and unsheathes his with a light steely ring.

   "I do." The quartet all turn around and see the shrouded figure, who until now had been beyond notice, hefting his massive blade and resting it on his shoulder. "Only strongest in arms may best me and pass through." The prince pales and nearly drops his at the sight of the massive swords and his equally massive sword. In the brief silence the sharp twanging of a bow fills the air as a handful of arrows thunk deeply into the man's torso, stopping his advance

   "Well done Sir Bleys!" exclaims the Prince, as the other two men cheer.

Their cheers are cut short by sounds of the arrow shafts being snapped in half. "None. Shall. Pass," spoke the swordsman as he swings at the Princes head. Lord Raerth barely stopped the mighty blow, his sword chiming loudly with the impact. Suddenly the swordsman whirls his blade around, cutting through the many chains of Master Shiceld's flail as if they were just twine, sending the spiked weights flying wide. Without missing a beat he cleaves Master Shiceld from shoulder to hip. "Such underhanded tactics shall avail you not."

Seeing their companion cut down prompts the Prince and Lord Raerth to charge in with a flurry of arrows from Sir Bley's bow. Moving much faster than seemed possible, the swordsman knocks aside both the Prince's and Lord Raerth's blades as he is peppered with the heavy shafts of Sir Bleys' with no apparent effect.

Sir Bleys, taking what appears to him to be a prime opportunity, drops his bow and draws his sword while spurring his horse to charge the swordsman. Sadly for him, the swordsman moved much quicker and cut down Sir Bleys' horse, hurling him to the ground. Shaking his head to clear the starbursts from his eyes he barely had enough time to bring his sword up to futilely defend against the swordsman's attack. With a mighty ringing the swordman's massive sword shatters Sir Bleys' sword, cleaving through his head and the stone beneath it.

"None shall pass," he states, pulling the blade free from the stone and shattered remains of Sir Bleys' skull, spraying gore and rock chips through the air to spatter on the grounds and no longer virgin white snow.


#116
http://www.torqueblade.com/

Man, I missed my calling.

I wish I smart enough to copy 19th century Indian Club regimes, http://ejmas.com/pt/ptart_dick_0101.htm, and then package them with really cool looking 'blades' and then market them as both a fitness program and a meditative practice.