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And of course all this bollocks is written by an idiot who has polished his image as an existentialist, atheist hard-man and anti-mope, forever sneering at the tribes who wallow in self-pity — the gothers, the emo kids, the Smiths fans — the whole 900-block-wide marching band composed entirely of the white male urban middle classes who are convinced that (as the most affluent and pampered human beings who have ever walked the planet) theirs is a story worth hearing. Blissfully unaware that they are but a few generations away from regular visits to the doctor who would wind parasitic worms from their beer bloated assholes using sticks.

You could blame this fallacy on poor education, cultural deterioration, or simple moral decline. Me? I blame it on sunshine.

I blame it on the moonlight. I blame it on the boogie.

Steven Wells (10 May 1960 – 23 June 2009), last column (via Steven Wells Says Goodbye, Philadelphia Weekly)
NEVAR FORGET
NEVAR FORGET
Iranian state television’s Channel Two is playing a Lord of the Rings marathon in an attempt to keep people inside watching hobbits and not protesting in the streets. Normally, people in Tehran are treated to one or two Hollywood movies a week, but with recent events the government hopes that sitting through a nine-hour trilogy will take the fight out of most of the protesters. Perhaps this was not the best choice in films if you want your people not to believe that “even the smallest person can change the course of the future. via FLM (via acrylamid)
Thatcher next, please lord The reaper has been busy today. Can he swing it a little wider? unknown
fucking rad! (also cool with people actually doing stuff)
fucking rad! (also cool with people actually doing stuff)

Sweet Jesus in A Sugarpot.

attnwh0re83:

So, I just logged on to tumblr for the first time today.

/IKNORITE!

I am only 25 pages deep right now.

So far:

80% MJ Related

10% FF Related

5% BOOBS

5% LOLS

CAN WE PLEASE UP THE LOLS (OR EVEN THE BOOBS) PLEASE PEOPLE!

/asiwaitiamgoingtofeathermyhairanddothemoonwalk

Better now?

(via willtheygrow)
If one disposes of enough information, this disintegration of the big Other can be pinned down to a precise point in time and space; Ryszard Kapuscinski did it in an exemplary way apropos of the Iranian revolution of 1979: the “beginning of the end” of the Shah’s regime took place at a certain Teheran crossroad where a common citizen refused to obey a policeman’s order to go away. The news spread like fire and, all of a sudden, people ceased to “believe in the big Other.” What we have here, of course, is a retroactive reconstruction: the event in question cannot be said simply to “be” the “beginning of the end”; it is rather something that, in view of later events, “will have been” it; yet for all that, it is nonetheless the tiny snowball which set in motion the avalanche: Slavoj Žižek: Tarrying with the negative