Redneck physics professor right there.
And this is why you don’t shake carbonated drinks folks.
always and forever
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Here’s a fast-bodged-up reaction gif for all Isaac-traumatising occasions.
You might like to download The Binding of Isaac: Rebirth to find out what so horrified him in the first place. Actually, after a good 58 hours of getting small children killed by assorted abominations, I strongly recommend doing so.
We’ll never get to Banbury Cross at this rate
Besides, it’s supposed to be a COCK horse, not QWOP
From Dynamic Model of a Horse Gallop in 2D by Eddy Boxerman.
I so want something like an artists’ colony. Somewhere where I can be left alone to discover my creative voice without having to worry about work, or looking over my shoulder in case some lumbering idiot comes blundering in to make me do their bidding.
I want a retreat like this where I can seek help when I want it, be left alone otherwise, to find out what the hell I’m good for.
Riddle me this, Becktards: Assuming there’s a Creator, He’s obviously not an idiot. Considering that He also created human psychology, it seems pretty damn unlikely that He’s going around traumatizing people to win their hearts and minds. Didn’t work for us in Vietnam, ain’t workin’ for God now.
Stress-free… what!?
Over the weekend I was fulminating over an article in the NZ Herald concerning the craze for “stress-free meat”. Apparently some idiot at Silver Fern Farms has buckled to this fad and declared that dogs shouldn’t be used to shift livestock as this might cause the animals distress, and also cause potential consumers distress, in that they are contributing to (oh save us!) cruelty to animals.
Idiots. The animals are dead anyway, and they’ve been herded around on the farm with dogs for ages beforehand. Any attempt to replace dogs with people, or technology, will be too expensive and replace the nonexistent problem with real ones.
The cretins behind this “stress-free meat” business might like to explain to lions that they need to have respect for the feelings of their prey, and perhaps look at some other method of killing them that doesn’t involve a traumatising chase, or the slow and probably painful means of asphyxiation to kill it.
What this stems from is the same unfortunate root that spawned the Department of Homeland Security and the TSA, the health-and-safety madness of the UK, PETA and just about every other dictatorial, monomaniac pressure group blighting modern existence. And that root is Minimal Risk.
The problem is that some lunatics take this laudable concept and turn it into the impossible goal of No Risk. And then there is the matter of defining risk…
I feel that most of these No-Risk squallers are selfish, fascist zealots, mainly because they want the world to deform itself to suit them. They want people who are not physical, mental and spiritual carbon copies of themselves to be forced to stop existing; their god is Procrustes.
If there should be a law to minimise risk that I would whole-heartedly support, it would be one to ban these sorts of ill-considered, high-handed we-know-better lobby groups.
People cannot be protected from everything, so they must be prepared to protect themselves. And in order to do so, they must be able to identify and gauge risks wherever they arise; the only alternative is to do away with the dangerous follies of human rights and sovereignty, and turn all the world into one gigantic prison, and ring every man, woman and child around with gates and bars and screws from cradle to grave, their entire lives scheduled and arranged for their safety, convenience, and maximal usefulness.
some kid: just drop your trash on the floor it’ll be picked up that’s what the cleaners are paid for
me: my mama said we can’t be friends anymore effective right now immediately
But that IS what they’re paid for you fucking idiot. *clap clap* fantastic morals, well done, you’re a real hero for looking out for the fucking cleaners
happy 9th birthday!!
A 9 year old would drop shit on purpose. When I drop shit, I leave it for the cleaners because that is their job.
How pathetic of a person do you have to be to think it’s acceptable to drop your garbage on the floor instead of walking to a fucking trashcan because your logic is “the janitors specifically get paid to clean up my lazy ass!!” The messes they get paid to clean aren’t messes created deliberately just for them by a sad asshole.
I don’t wipe my own ass, that’s what I pay the ass wiper for.
I wipe my own ass, and clean up my own mess.
You wouldn’t believe the money I save!
If you’re thinking about firing a gun to ring in the new year, please do one of two things to avoid hitting anybody innocent:
1) Use blanks.
or
2) Point it at your own head.
Thank you.
R. Crap Mariner, Idiot-in-Chief of Edloe
Neil Armstrong, the first human being to walk on the moon as commander of the Apollo 11 space flight on July 20, 1969, has died.
For some reason this news appeared on my Arsebook just today. Being an idiot, I didn’t check the dates. This is what happens when you don’t watch the TV news, kiddies.
Stress-Free… What?
Over the weekend I was fulminating over an article in the NZ Herald concerning the craze for “stress-free meat”. Apparently some idiot at Silver Fern Farms has buckled to this fad and declared that dogs shouldn’t be used to shift livestock as this might cause the animals distress, and also cause potential consumers distress, in that they are contributing to (oh save us!) cruelty to animals.
Idiots. The animals are dead anyway, and they’ve been herded around on the farm with dogs for ages beforehand. Any attempt to replace dogs with people, or technology, will be too expensive and replace the nonexistent problem with real ones.
The cretins behind this “stress-free meat” business might like to explain to lions that they need to have respect for the feelings of their prey, and perhaps look at some other method of killing them that doesn’t involve a traumatising chase, or the slow and probably painful means of asphyxiation to kill it.
What this stems from is the same unfortunate root that spawned the Department of Homeland Security and the TSA, the health-and-safety madness of the UK, PETA and just about every other dictatorial, monomaniac pressure group blighting modern existence. And that root is Minimal Risk.
The problem is that some lunatics take this laudable concept and turn it into the impossible goal of No Risk. And then there is the matter of defining risk…
I feel that most of these No-Risk squallers are selfish, fascist zealots, mainly because they want the world to deform itself to suit them. They want people who are not physical, mental and spiritual carbon copies of themselves to be forced to stop existing; their god is Procrustes.
If there should be a law to minimise risk that I would whole-heartedly support, it would be one to ban these sorts of ill-considered, high-handed we-know-better lobby groups.
People cannot be protected from everything, so they must be prepared to protect themselves. And in order to do so, they must be able to identify and gauge risks wherever they arise; the only alternative is to do away with the dangerous follies of human rights and sovereignty, and turn all the world into one gigantic prison, and ring every man, woman and child around with gates and bars and screws from cradle to grave, their entire lives scheduled and arranged for their safety, convenience, and maximal usefulness.
Originally posted 7 December 2009