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Joined Nov 2023
@basedbagel @Mr_Mister @WaveClearMid @redmaple If you leave the country for good, who cares about your debt? Will they send mossad after you to collect your first born foreskin?
@basedbagel There's also a great advantage in reading books: since nornies don't even know they exist, very few of them are censored. Older ones are the best
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@Hoss
The US didn't land in the moon in 1969. They did it a few years later, probably around the 1980s though when satellites and long-range antennas became a thing.
No big deal. Is this a butthurt thing about being duped by the TV?
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@UncleIroh The main problem is that making physically touching/restraining women the equivalent of rape, which they already made the same as murder, is essentially an ultimatum: the person is either willing to escalate to equivalent of murder or completely walk away.
This works as long as walking away is easy and the conflict is not a very important one (like life/death situation). The police is exempt because they have the authority to kill.
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@RodrickSage It's pretty easy. Eat what the government says it's bad and avoid what the government says it's good. Not rocket science.
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@Shlomo @Terry it's like that one joke that goes:
In Soviet Russia, an American spy tries to blend in...
George Keats had trained 20 years for this moment. He had mastered the Russian language in its native accent. He learned all of Russia's customs and social graces. He memorized Moscow streetmaps and knew every back-alley there was. He swore that he could even think like a Russian.
The big day finally came, and he was parachuted to the outskirts of Moscow at night. He emerged by daybreak, and hopped onto a bus going to the city center.
"Comrade. How much for a ticket to Red square?", he asked the conductor in authentic Russian.
"5 Rubles, Comrade American", came the reply.
Keats was stunned. Perhaps the conductor was just being a smart-ass. He hopped off the bus and asked a passerby for directions to the closest bar.
"It's just around the block, Comrade American."
Keats' doubts grew immensely. Not knowing what to do, he went inside the bar and ordered a glass of Vodka.
"Want some Borscht to go with it, Comrade American?", the bartender asked.
Keats threw a fit. "What's the matter with you people? I dress just like you, I speak just like you, I even THINK just like you! Why does everyone keep calling me American?"
"Well Comrade, it's because you're black."
In Soviet Russia, an American spy tries to blend in...
George Keats had trained 20 years for this moment. He had mastered the Russian language in its native accent. He learned all of Russia's customs and social graces. He memorized Moscow streetmaps and knew every back-alley there was. He swore that he could even think like a Russian.
The big day finally came, and he was parachuted to the outskirts of Moscow at night. He emerged by daybreak, and hopped onto a bus going to the city center.
"Comrade. How much for a ticket to Red square?", he asked the conductor in authentic Russian.
"5 Rubles, Comrade American", came the reply.
Keats was stunned. Perhaps the conductor was just being a smart-ass. He hopped off the bus and asked a passerby for directions to the closest bar.
"It's just around the block, Comrade American."
Keats' doubts grew immensely. Not knowing what to do, he went inside the bar and ordered a glass of Vodka.
"Want some Borscht to go with it, Comrade American?", the bartender asked.
Keats threw a fit. "What's the matter with you people? I dress just like you, I speak just like you, I even THINK just like you! Why does everyone keep calling me American?"
"Well Comrade, it's because you're black."
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Impale the jews
Joined Nov 2023
