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Lies - you do this to yourself everyday
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Controversy- the idea is, the video is not.
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it is about the video not your opinion and personal agenda on the matter.

It seems quite clear from the above comments you had no idea what the situation was with this sifter, but couldn't help yourself from taking a shot at chicchorea anyway.

AGAIN you so effortlessly make yourself look like a ...

THIS comment is why.

YOU do it to yourself every.single.time.

>> ^atara:

Either he's a wuss, he's playing it up a lot, or his zapper's a lot more powerful than ours. (It looks like the same model.) We have one, and while it does hurt, it just feels like a strong static shock.
I've voting for wuss.


Get some footage of you doing this to yourself--I'd be glad to post it.

I'm upvoting the video and the program for shining light into these matters, but I disagree with his argument in this particular situation.

As a person living in NYC, I've had my share of bomb threat experiences. The closet one I've had was back in 2008 or 2009 when a man from Jackson Heights was planning to bomb the 42nd street Times Square station via the 7 train line. I too was living in Jackson Heights at the time, and know that there is a sizable Afghani and Pakistani community there.

I used to pick up lunch and did my groceries from Indian restaurants and supermarkets. And when I've heard of the news of this terrorist attack attempt, I personally felt the dangers and the seriousness of the problem. The alleged attacker was from the very community I was living in, where I assumed I knew and was comfortable in, in the same neighborhood and rode the same train I rode in.

But the most important point to me was that this man was willing to sacrifice people's lives, not just any people but his own community, to get the job done. he wasn't planning to bomb the wall street, the city hall or U.N. Building. This man was going to plant the bomb on the 7 train line, the exact same line where majority of riders are from Jackson Heights.

The most shocking point of the story is that he got the terrorist attack idea from his local imam from a Mosque in Jackson Heights. Their own fucking neighborhood. And yet, the community had no idea about their doings.

Now this got me thinking. if you are a muslim, you must take care of your community and throw out the bad seeds. When someone is using your name or what you stand for something you do not identify yourself with, PUT A STOP TO IT. Blissful ignorance does not help anyone. These crazed people from your own neighborhood was about to kill you, and yet nobody had any idea this was happening in the community.

Just claiming that you are different from them, and blaming others for not being able to tell the difference is an excuse to your laziness. You haven't done anything to pull yourself apart, and identify those who are different from what you stand for. If the muslim community was more active in sifting out the bad seeds from their own community, then there would be no need for government to step in and invade your privacy. It is ultimately your laziness that gets your rights violated.

You live in this country, you live in the same neighborhood, your life is threatened by the psychos who really don't care how many innocent people they kill, including people of their own community, as long as they do whatever they feel like doing. This is YOUR problem (more like your life) as it is for every other ethnic groups in your community. Stop being selfish, stop being lazy. Stop making excuses. If you want your rights back, then TAKE CHARGE OF YOUR COMMUNITY FIRST.

Oh, sorry, I thought you were just making conversation with that "1" remark, I do not know exactly at the moment, I will put my thyme and energy into it tomorrow when I give a shit( at the moment I do not), to answer you question. I know 1 means something, I just dont care to spend my time on you for a question you can get the answer to your self .


forgive my ignorance at the response I gave, I should of done all the work for you myself, rather than you doing it for yourself.

again, I apologize.

I've done it just once, and it was a little too freaky for me. I thought my glass bong was starting to melt on and around my hand, and then it looked like my hardwood floor was coming up in the shape of a hand and trying to grab me. The high only lasted maybe 5 or 10 minutes, but it was a very intense experience. As rottenseed mentioned, the onset was very rapid - there was no adjustment period. So if you do it, strap yourself in, because the ride will start quite suddenly.

I might try it again some time, but I'm waiting for the right frame of mind to come along, which I haven't had in a long time.

Oh Winstonfield. I can't help but crack a smile every time you use the term 'neo-lib'. Your penchance to muddy discussions and repeat your truthinesses are so enjoyably predictable.

It's funny, but people bite at your bait and then when you switch they don't catch it. You just keep talking, always giving a slight nod to the previous person's view, but never actually facing their arguments. You want to think that anything you can argue someone else into believing is the truth. You want to think the ends justify the means. How can you be so obviously wrong and still consider yourself doing something good?

It's just gotten to the point where all I do is laugh at each of your posts. I used to want to engage you in discussion, but you don't have discussions. You just have you. And, while truly sad (and worthy of sorrow, to which I certainly nod my cap and hope I won't have to feel that for you any more) I can't help but see you doing it to yourself over and over again. At some point one must simply laugh, do you not agree?

And, actually on-topic, I did think Barney pwned this woman, and it's clear she deserves it, but I wonder whether it actually helps the D's case. Once again each side can see it like they want: The D's think the lady got smacked down and the R's rightfully claim that Barney failed to address her point. I know, I know. It's difficult to see that the R's can say that, but it was just like when Obama 'snapped' at that guy in the press conference, saying that he liked to wait a couple days until he fully understood a situation before commenting on it. The D's side claimed their guy showed his stuff and the R's claimed he weaseled out of answering the question.

I wish it were as simple as Winstonfield pretends it is.

You mean I finally get to do my first *quality? Woohoo! Drinks are on me.


Ok, so this was years ago, and I was at a friend's birthday party. I had lost a significant amount of weight because I would bicycle everywhere, and I hadn't been out drinking. So I decide, damnit man, ahm Scah-ish, and I'm goun ta drink meh ancestor's drink! So I get a fifth of Cutty Sark and start doing shots. Now, not having ever tried Scotch but once prior to that night, I have to tell ya. It's liquid peat moss. Or maybe just Cutty Sark is. I don't know. But as with any liquor, once you get the first few shots down, you don't even taste or care anymore. So I proceed to drink about more than 1/2 the bottle, as well as a few beers...

So let me lay the scene for you here. We've got a small 1 bedroom apartment crowded with about 30 people. The stereo is up high, and after about 3 hours, I've made it to a chair at the dining room table. I start to get dizzy, so I put my elbows on the table, interlock my fingers and rest my chin in my hands, as I'm looking out into the room. And EVERYTHING is going up and down, in and out, and swirly. You know, like a merry-go-round? I can also hear every word at each of the conversations which were taking place around the room, as well as in whatever song was playing at the time. I don't even remember who eventually was around me but people were saying stuff like "Oh man, look how white he is!" "Dude, you need to go to the bathroom..." And I'm going "No, it's ok. I'm not gonna puke...I'm not gonna"

The last thing I saw was vomit shooting through my interlaced fingers.

So what do you do? Just put yourself there for a minute. Your that fucked up and you just start throwing up. Yup, I cupped my hands together to lean forward and make a bowl with my hands.

Now, physics was the LAST thing on my mind at this point. I forgot a critical variable: volume. Needless to say, I got. it. everywhere. All over the cake, in the ashtrays, people's cigarettes, in people's drinks, on people. Someone told me later I looked like a fire hydrant with an obstruction in the way. Luckily almost everyone there was a friend, so I survived a potential beating. (But at the cost of the ribbing I still take to this day )

So they throw me in the bathroom. Now, I'm conscious enough to know that I don't want someone pissing next to my face as I bow before the Porcelain God, so I lock the door. And promptly pass out. Eventually I finally wake up enough to open the door, and am promptly hauled out passed the line that formed, and am unceremoniously dumped on the bed. The only recollection I have of the rest of the night, is waking up several times lying face down, my hands and arms in the "goalpost" formation, and my head to pointing to the left. Have you ever gotten tired of lying in one position? I lifted my head, just to turn it to the right and got the whole Ferris Wheel action from before. So I kept passing out unable to turn my head.

Next morning, incredibly, I had no hangover. However, that is the only night in my life where I have no recollection of events. You could say I blew the dog and I'd have to take your word on it.

Ah well...it's good for a laugh.

I don't want to get into the whole: British are a bunch of whiny, effeminate, poor hygene having, pompus attitude having, hypocrites argument. But like that whiny, effeminate, poor hygene having, singer once said: "You do it to yourself, you do and that's what really hurts, is you do it to yourself just you and no one else".

I love that song.

In reply to this comment by dystopianfuturetoday:
You do it to yourself. You do. That's why it really hurts.
You do it to yourself. You do. Just you and no one else.

You do it to yourself. You do. That's why it really hurts.
You do it to yourself. You do. Just you and no one else.

Oh man, I'd have to hate somebody a lot to wish bedbugs on 'em. Google it -- if they get into your house you'll have the devil's own time trying to get rid of them. Fumigation doesn't work because they burrow deep enough into the walls that it won't kill them all; cleanliness doesn't matter; they will travel 20 feet from their nest in a night to get to you and then hike back. If they hitchhike into your place they are almost impossible to get rid of. Apparently there's lots of 5-star hotels that have them.

What can you do to protect yourself? Check under mattresses in hotels / hostels for their droppings as soon as you arrive in the room; make damn sure they haven't come home with you in your luggage. Once again, google it -- forewarned is forearmed.

Ahhh roasts... the one place where personal attacks are welcome. Well I am not one to pass up an opportunity.

Unfortunately Mink is not important enough for me to do any research about his comments, or habits. So I can only relate against my experiences with him.

Mink once told me that since I eat meat, I should be expected to slaughter my own livestock for every meal. And for that I hate him. Seriously. It's a retarded fucking argument. Do you live on a farm and eat everything from the earth that you planted? No, and if you do... go fuck yourself.

I can only hope that you are involved in some kind of epic natural disaster that will force you to eat meat, and not just regular meat, the meat of your family. I hope you get stranded in an ice age environment and are forced to eat the butt tenderloins of your children.