We talked about female circumcision in one of my classes earlier this year... the teacher read part of a memoir from a girl raised in some African tribe who went through her circumcision at the age of five. Just listening to the story made me sick to my stomach.

- The practice is never done by a doctor. It's usually performed by a medicinewoman of sorts, who carries her dirty, rusted, bloody, dull razor blade with her from town to town. The "patient" is given no anesthetic. In the case of the little girl we read about, her mother put a gag in her mouth and tied it behind her head. Then she sat there and watched her daughter nearly die of blood loss. The girl slipped in and out of consciousness for three days.

Actually, I just found a site with some interesting statistics. It says that in Egypt, only 0.3% of these surgeries are done in hospitals. Nearly 80% are done in the home.

Path.org tells us "The highest maternal and infant mortality rates are in FGM-practicing regions. The actual number of girls who die as a result of FGM [female genital mutilation] is not known. However, in areas in the Sudan where antibiotics are not available, it is estimated that one-third of the girls undergoing FGM will die. Conservative estimates suggest that more than one million women in Centrafrican Republic (CAR), Egypt, and Eritrea, the only countries where such data is available, experienced adverse health effects from FGM. One quarter of women in CAR and 1/5 of women in Eritrea reported FGM-related complications. Where medical facilities are ill-equipped, emergencies arising from the practice cannot be treated. Thus, a child who develops uncontrolled bleeding or infection after FGM may die within hours."

It's disgusting, and as much as I value the religious or cultural beliefs of others, this should be outlawed. It's akin to torture, and women suffer life-long effects.

"yeah fucking scandinavia, what a dump!"

I was just there last month. It's like New England, with an educated population and no rusted cars in their backyards.

As I went to such effort to write this on a dupe, I'll repost it here instead:

The thoughts of the car:

Grumble grumble, my idiot owner doesn't notice me anymore. He just takes me for granted. He used to be so considerate and kind, but now I'm beginning to suspect he fancies a younger, more fuel-efficient car. Just look at this rust on my bumper; in the old days he would have it fixed in no time, but now it seems like he just doesn't care.

Hey, what's he doing? I thought he was pulling in here to feed me some sweet petrol, but now he's filling a jerry can instead! And he's trying to hide what he's doing with his body. He's probably taking it to his other car. And he's going to use MY trunk to do it! Oh, the humiliation!

That's it: I'm leaving him! I can see the highway up front, and he seems to be very preoccupied. Maybe I can sneak quietly away. Just a quiet little nudge now...

Hnnnngh!

Alright, he didn't notice me! Just as usual... Jerk. Easy now, not too fast. Hey what's this? I didn't see this ledge from back there! Oh well, I am a terrain vehicle by heart, I can do this! 1, 2, 3, GERONIMOOOOOO!

Oops, it was a larger jump than I anticipated. But he can't see me now, maybe I'll be able to hide in the grass until he's gone. But... What are all these other people doing? No, stop, you're blowing my cover! Don't tell him I'm here!

Shit, shit, shit, shit! He has seen me! Noooooooo! Go away! I DON'T WANT TO GO BACK! I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

The thoughts of the car:

Grumble grumble, my idiot owner doesn't notice me anymore. He just takes me for granted. He used to be so considerate and kind, but now I'm beginning to suspect he fancies a younger, more fuel-efficient car. Just look at this rust on my bumper; in the old days he would have it fixed in no time, but now it seems like he just doesn't care.

Hey, what's he doing? I thought he was pulling in here to feed me some sweet petrol, but now he's filling a jerry can instead! And he's trying to hide what he's doing with his body. He's probably taking it to his other car. And he's going to use MY trunk to do it! Oh, the humiliation!

That's it: I'm leaving him! I can see the highway up front, and he seems to be very preoccupied. Maybe I can sneak quietly away. Just a quiet little nudge now...

Hnnnngh!

Alright, he didn't notice me! Just as usual... Jerk. Easy now, not too fast. Hey what's this? I didn't see this ledge from back there! Oh well, I am a terrain vehicle by heart, I can do this! 1, 2, 3, GERONIMOOOOOO!

Oops, it was a larger jump than I anticipated. But he can't see me now, maybe I'll be able to hide in the grass until he's gone. But... What are all these other people doing? No, stop, you're blowing my cover! Don't tell him I'm here!

Shit, shit, shit, shit! He has seen me! Noooooooo! Go away! I DON'T WANT TO GO BACK! I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

Iron Maiden:Paschendale
From LyricWiki
This song is performed by Iron Maiden.

In a foreign field he lay, lonely soldier unknown grave
On his dying words he prays, tell the world of Paschendale

Relive all that he's been through, last communion of his soul
Rust your bullets with his tears. Let me tell you 'bout his years

Laying low in a blood filled trench, killing time 'til my very own death
On my face I can feel the falling rain, never see my friends again

In the smoke in the mud and lead, smell the fear and the feeling of dread
Soon be time to go over the wall, rapid fire and the end of us all

Whistles, shouts and more gun fire, lifeless bodies hang on barbed wire
Battlefield nothing but a bloody tomb, be reunited with my dead friends soon

Many soldiers eighteen years, drown in mud no more tears
Surely a war no-one can win, killing time about to begin

Home, far away, from the war, a chance to live again
Home, far away, but the war, no chance to live again

The bodies of ours and our foes, the sea of death it overflows
In no man's land God only knows, into jaws of death we go

Crucified as if on a cross, allied troops they mourn their loss
German war propaganda machine, such before has never been seen
Swear I heard the angels cry, pray to god no more will die
So that people know the truth, tell the tale of Paschendale

Cruelty has a human heart, everyman does play his part
Terror of the men we kill, the human heart is hungry still

I stand my ground for the very last time, gun is ready as I stand in line
Nervous wait for the whistle to blow, rush of blood and over we go

Blood is falling like the rain, its crimson cloak unveils again
The sound of guns can't hide their shame, and so we die on Paschendale

Dodging shrapnel and barbed wire, running straight at cannon fire
Running blind as I hold my breath, say a prayer symphony of death

As we charge the enemy lines, a burst of fire and we go down
I choke a cry but no-one hears, feel the blood go down my throat

Home, far away, from the war, a chance to live again
Home, far away, but the war, no chance to live again

See my spirit on the wind, across the lines beyond the hill
Friend and foe will meet again, those who died at Paschendale

We - we are the ones
We'll seal your fate, tear down your state, go get yo' guns
We - we came to fight
It's yo' disgrace, smash up your place, that's just polite

Once upon a time when crack was gold
And hip-hop was not yet platinum sold
I scoured the streets for stacks to fold
My mood like my hair was relaxed and blowed
I hated police and my teachers were beasts
My heat in the trunk of the classic Caprice
The one university, I knew the deal
So I cooked it, bagged it, put it on sale
Now philosophically you'd be opposed
to one inhaling coke via mouth or the nose
But economically I would propose
that you go eat a dick as employment froze
And I felt like an abandoned child
Left to fend for myself in the wild
While every courtroom, judge and gavel
were there to bury me under the gravel
Or at the bottom of the finest malt ale
Observe; you'll find without fail
That in every neighborhood and penitentiary
There exists many others who are similar to me and

We - we are the ones
We'll seal your fate, tear down your state, go get yo' guns
We - we came to fight
It's yo' disgrace, smash up your place, that's just polite

In later years I lost some peers
Who mixed burners with Belvedere
And took shots from gung-ho cashiers
The world was cold yet hell was near
So I seek for a kilo
And my stack got a little bit taller like Skee-Lo
A street CEO
There was all of this hell well and not one hero
The intensity was fortified
As I clenched five digits on the forty-five
Barely down at the retail store I would detail more
But I don't wish this action to be glorified
There was a plan I was eager to listen
To not sleep in the park in the fetal position
Having to wipe off canine fecal emission
Otherwise I'd survive without legal permission
It's an equal division and then we go to prison, which is a little decision
All I wanted was a Regal to glisten
And my kids would have meat in the kitchen and complete ammunition
It's a given once the people are driven that

We - we are the ones
We'll seal your fate, tear down your state, go get yo' guns
We - we came to fight
It's yo' disgrace, smash up your place, that's just polite

Get your work up! Get your work up!

We are born from the mildew, the rust, the heathenous lust
The dreams in the dust, the evidence flushed
The grieving is just, they're thieving from us
Insulted and cussed, this evening we bust
Appears unstable and under the table
We like free speech but we love free cable
We're taught from the cradle the Bill Gates fable
Which leads to high speeds in Buick LeSables
We have no excuses just great alibis
And poker faces you can't analyze
Our politicians sell our soul and our cries
With blood on their hands they can't sanitize
We're the have-nots, but we're also the gon'-gets
Not just talkin 'bout the Lex with the chrome kits
You can get that by yourself with the four-fifth
Let's all own shit then toast with Patron hits

Pinky you get a *quality from this Texas man when he recharges:
All the arguments and justifications above speak only one, undeniable fact for me:

MOST people are too fucking robotic to one have a semi-conscious thought one, that has not been filtered through the rusted, porous filter of mass media. The popularity and diversion created by the machine, the political fandom in the minds of the collective mass a' monkeys while simultaneously disregarding the obvious shit in need of complete retrofit, well.......buncha monkeys, what more can one say......

I gave up putting up with bullshit a while back......

Wake up, coughing, tired, with my face in my hands,
staring at the window as the sunlight demands action.
All the energy it takes to close these bedroom blinds.
Wrote this selfish sadness on a bathroom wall,
spent half the span of some lost culture's rise and fall,
but I'm as clueless as a drooling four year old.
Still hoping I might find the capacity to let you know I know you're lonely.
So here's the last call for regrets,
a final slow dance through the days that we all hold on to.
Here's the promises I've made, tied too tight to undo.
An unwrapped gift from me to you.
All the slightly insane on the 18 North Main,
reaching for a small-town downtown, night rain,
nothing I could say could be worth saying anyway today.
Like "Hey, whatever happened to what's that guys' name?",
we get a little older and it looks the same: askance.
Excuse my failing sense of humour.
Still hoping I might find the capacity to let you know I know you're lonely.
So here's the last call for regrets,
a final slow dance through the days that we all hold on to.
Here's the promises I've made, tied too tight to undo.
An unwrapped gift from me to you.
Here's the promises I've made; a razor blade and this broken piece of chain.
A history left to rust out in the rain.

Tags for this video have been changed from 'live, rust never sleeps, 1979' to 'live, rust never sleeps, 1979, 70s' - edited by Zifnab

So I ordered a big set of Pyrex from Amazon for $50. It's as easy to clean as teflon, but more durable and better looking.

Choggie, try making an omlette without oil in anything but teflon. Good luck. Cast iron is easily corroded and you'd have to grease it up to prevent it from rusting, which is too much work.

emgin having your testicals injected with nano rust and then subjected to high frequency radio thats got to hurt.

giving the time it takes for anything medically it normally takes years . be cool though

I believe the puppet is rust and he's "eating your car!" oh noes!

Tags for this video have been changed from 'spoons, rust, red, water, wtf, scary, nettles' to 'spoons, rust, red, water, wtf, scary, nettles, david firth, fatpie' - edited by fissionchips

oh, come on - 200 yards and he missed the whole target? it's not the gun, buddy - you suck! In my experience AK-47 can be as accurate as any other gun, whether it's 7.62mm caliber or standard NATO 5.56mm.
I usualy got great groupings on targets up to 300m range (say in a 20cm circle) and my rifle was pretty much fucked up (old Yugoslavian army stock that they left lying around after the war). If you know your gun well, you can't possibly miss the whole target even at twice that range - that's single shot action of course, not automatic (AK's accuracy goes waaay down in automatic mode, like in the standard bullshit you see in any guerilla war footage on TV, a guy loosely stretching out his gun, some assholes even one handed, and bursting the whole clip...). Short controlled bursts of 3-4 shots is still useful in most combat situations (that usualy happen inside 300 yards range) if you know what you're doing (not like the guy in the video).
And as for durability and reliability - you can't compare it to any other gun in the world. The things i've done with my AK... M16 would probably rust in a week. Not to mention what a bitch it is to put it back together once you open it up - I haven't fired any guns since the army, but if you give me an AK now, I can disassemble it and put it back together in under 30 seconds (blindfolded if you like) That shit can save your life in combat. I never held M16 but i tested the Singapore replica of M16 called SAR-80. It almost identical. I didn't like it much. Plus we got just a couple of those SAR-80s just after the war (while still under arms embargo) and SAR-80 has aluminum clips casings meant for one-time use only. But since our army didn't have enough equipment at the time, we used same clips daily. Of course they got bent with use so when we were out in the field our clips would start falling out imagine something like that happening to you in a war zone

Fuck you Siftbot! *nochannel *documentaries *geek *vintage
Let's see you ignore these commands, you pile of rusted shit.