1933 : Severe Drought In South Africa


h/t to Ivan

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6 Responses to 1933 : Severe Drought In South Africa

  1. NikFromNYC says:

    You have done *no* research into the real environment around you. Self-selection process ALERT. Not one of you here has, trolls included. Skeptics here are utterly obsessed by minions (!?). Each five person other, in a circle jerk minus tits. Ha ha, you smart, evy body else dummy dumb. Big club house. Big shoes. Big boxing gloves. Big bloody fucking heads. Not one thing ventured.

    A blog!

    Welcome to the Special Olympics of denigration and auto-erotic-self-satisfaction, champs!

    I see it better now.
    There’s no love inside of any of you.

    Gamma male gab fest.
    There are no actual REAL PEOPLE here.
    Steve = SYSTEM.

    “It’s not the daily increase but daily decrease. Hack away at the unessential.” – Bruce Lee

    “Man, the living creature, the creating individual, is always more important than any established style or system.” – Bruce Lee

    “Notice that the stiffest tree is most easily cracked, while the bamboo or willow survives by bending with the wind.” – Bruce Lee

    “Showing off is the fool’s idea of glory.” – Bruce Lee

    “To know oneself is to study oneself in action with another person.” – Bruce Lee

    You want to be hated!

  2. NikFromNYC says:

    The *whole* point to winning this overall left/right culture war is to humanize AGW skepticism, exactly because the left’s main stratagem revolves around the view of rationalists as gutless dopes. To *be* weird if you are weird. To *be* something other than utterly predictable. Instead, Steve has become a poster boy of raw partisanship, and thus a major source of activist morale for the left side of the stupidest debate ever, one which could be ended in a moment if the nerds really stepped up to the plate and presented themselves as real people, which I fear they are not. I can’t even link to his site in enemy territory w/o setting my cause (which you will never own) back a whole week.

    It’s fun being an asshole, but at some point it destroys your creative soul, and since masculinity is defined by active creativity, it shrivels your little fucking balls up too. This site is like involuntarily listening to Rush Limbaugh all afternoon, hour upon hour, since you are driving through Nebraska and he’s seems to be the only station in the whole damned nation. And then it hits you like a loudly dripping faucet that you finally drape a rag over, as you swerve into Kansas: pure disgust. You have to get out of the damned car and slap your face a few times, head to the water fountain and splash the back of your neck too, jump up and down, wiggle around and then stop at the cafe of a bed & breakfast and *deal* with the tight mask you have donned, accidentally, over the last four hours, and your girlfriend by now hates you too.

    Then it comes on rightfully: dopamine mixes with serotonin now and *real* smiles are all around. And you joke about the time you once, as a kid, all of you watched six porno flicks in a row and started banging your heads against the wall, and never wanted to talk about it again. God how awful they were!

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