George Carlin On Politics and Who Sucks
“Everybody complains about politicians. Everybody says they suck. Well, where do people think these politicians come from? They don’t fall out of the sky. They don’t pass through a membrane from another reality. They come from American parents and American families, American homes, American schools, American churches, American businesses and American universities, and they are elected by American citizens.
This is the best we can do folks. This is what we have to offer. It’s what our system produces: Garbage in, garbage out. If you have selfish, ignorant citizens, you’re going to get selfish, ignorant leaders. Term limits ain’t going to do any good; you’re just going to end up with a brand new bunch of selfish, ignorant Americans.
So, maybe, maybe, maybe, it’s not the politicians who suck. Maybe something else sucks around here… like, the public. Yeah, the public sucks. There’s a nice campaign slogan for somebody: ‘The Public Sucks. Fuck Hope.’ “
(George Carlin)
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Movie Minimalism by Vincent Vermeij
Prints available at Society6.
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I wanted to add this, but tumblr was a bit… difficult while uploading this…
So, as requested by some people I love very much (otherwise I wouldn’t have posted this): This is me playing guitar. Which is my job. Which is what I studied, what I teach.
The piece is called “Can She Excuse My Wrongs”, written by John Dowland, who was a lutenist of the Elizabethian era at the court of the King of Denmark.
So… blame Katty, Dami, Phazzy and Silencing if you don’t like it. ;3
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In Japanese folklore, Gashadokuro, also known as Odokuro, are giant skeletons, fifteen times taller than an average person. They can reach huge sizes (up to about 90 feet tall), and are constructed from the bones of people who have died from starvation. Their bones are collected into this giant skeleton creature which is filled with intense anger and a thirst for human blood. He wanders around at night, grinding his teeth and making a “gachi gachi” sound. The giant skeleton towers so high above the ground and walks so quietly that he can be almost invisible. The only warning you get when the giant skeleton is near is a strange and inexplicable ringing in your ears.
If the Gashadokuro finds you, he will reach down with his bony hand and snatch you off the ground. Then he will pluck your head off and suck the blood out of your headless body until his thirst is quenched.
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Morbid Disney Coloring Book
lychgatelillies was having a Disney night in their basement when things got a little macabre. I’ve often felt the need to color pictures of Disney princesses with my own blood, but I might squeal at the sight of my own human juice, so these images are close enough for me.

My dad, who is in his sixties, just sent this to me in an e-mail entitled, “The Choices”. He gets me. Just one of the million reasons I am so lucky to have had this guy as my first male role-model growing up. My heart is bursting.
Love you, Dad!
Afghanistan (1950s / 1960s)
“Given the images people see on TV, many conclude Afghanistan never made it out of the Middle Ages. But that is not the Afghanistan I remember. I grew up in Kabul in the 1950s and ’60s. Stirred by the fact that news portrayals of the country’s history didn’t mesh with my own memories, I wanted to discover the truth.”
- Mohammad Qayoumi
A mujahideen-cum-sandwich shop owner-operator friend of mine can corroborate this. Afghanistan even had its very own Elvis.
“I’ve actually mated and had children.”
I can’t…. this man…this unbelievably magnificent man.
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Michael
you know what Michael
YOU KNOW WHAT
MAYBE IF YOU DIDN’T STOMP ON MY HEAD EVERY CHANCE YOU GOT
I MEAN MAN, IT’S BECOME SOME SORT OF OBSESSION WITH YOU
MICHAEL WOULD YOU JUST-
FUCK.
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