>> ^videosiftbannedme:
As horrible as this story is, don't think it still isn't happening today, under other circumstances and/or other technology.


You mean like the story of Eric Frimpong?

http://sports.espn.go.com/espn/news/story?id=4300383

>> ^Samaelsmith:
entr0py,I just read your link. That's seriously fucked up.


They basically said it's a legal issue, not a constitutional one.

Insane. What a horrible situation.

>> ^FaerieWhings:
He convinced people that his dog can track a scent underwater? That's just strange that anyone would believe that. It would mean that the dog can breathe under water. There is none so blind as he who will not see.


I think he meant the dog could smell underwater scents while being above water.

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>> ^dag:
What? Apply rigorous scientific double blind testing to the technologies used to throw people in prison? That's crazy talk. I'm sure Jesus was personally guiding that german shepherd- no further testing needed.



that's such an offensive thing to say I think you should be shakeld for a month.

He convinced people that his dog can track a scent underwater? That's just strange that anyone would believe that. It would mean that the dog can breathe under water. There is none so blind as he who will not see.

Now in my younger days I used to sport a shag
When I went to school I carried lunch in a bag
With an apple for my teacher cause I knew Id get a kiss
Always got mad when the class was dismissed
But when it was in session, I always had a question
I would raise my hand to make her stagger to my desk and
Help me with my problem, it was never much
Just a trick, to smell her scent and try to sneak a touch
Oh, how I wish I could hold her hand and give her a hug
She was married to the man, he was a thug,
His name was lee, he drove a z,
Hed pick her up from school promptly at three oclock
I was on her jock, yes indeedy I wrote graffiti on the bus
First Id write her name then carve a plus,
With my name last, on the looking glass,
I seen her yesterday but still I had to let her pass

She keeps on passin me by...

When I dream of fairytales I think of me and shelly
See shes my type of hype and I cant stand when brothers tell me
That I should quit chasin and look for something better
But the smile that she shows makes me a go-getter
I havent gone as far as asking if I could get with her
I just play it by ear and hope she gets the picture
Im shootin for her heart, got my finger on the trigger
She could be my broad, and I could be her (nigga)
But, all I can do is stare...
Back as kids we used to kiss when we played truth or dare
Now shes more sophisticated, highly edu-ma-cated
Not at all over-rated, I think I need a prayer
To get in her boots and it looks rather dry
I guess a twinkle in her eye is just a twinkle in her eye
Although shes crazy steppin, Ill try to stop her stride
Cause I wont have no more of this passin me by

And I must voice my opinion of not even pretending she didnt have me
Strung like a chicken, chase my tail like a doggie
She was kind of like a star, thinking I was like a fan
Dude, she looked good, down side: she had a man
He was a rooty-toot, a nincompoop
She told me soon your little birdies gonna fly the coop
She was a flake like corn, and I was born not to understand
By lettin her pass I had proved to be a better man

She keeps on passin me by...

Now there she goes again, the dopest ethiopian
And now the world around me be gets movin in slow motion
When-ever she happens to walk by - why does the apple of my eye
Overlook and disregard my feelings no matter how much I try?
Wait, no, I did not really pursue my little princess with persistance;
And I was so low-key that she was unaware of my existance
From a distance I desired, secretly admired her;
Wired her a letter to get her, and it went:
My dear, my dear, my dear, you do not know me but I know you very well
Now let me tell you about the feelings I have for you
When I try, or make some sort of attempt, I symp
Damn I wish I wasnt such a wimp!
cause then I would let you know that I love you so
And if I was your man then I would be true
The only lying I would do is in the bed with you
Then I signed sincerely the one who loves you dearly, ps love me tender
The letter came back three days later: return to sender
Damn!

Brilliant! Eric Dolphy gives little Peter his first scent of free jazz towards the end there as well.

^ I'm sure it helps the scent that it's new air and not stale air.

I spent half my youth listening to country-western music, and I'll be damned if I can remember any lyrics to speak of.

The album I remember most is Willie Nelson's "Red Headed Stranger" which was a concept thing that my dad used to play on his 8-track.

And then there were all of the old favorites that fifth-rate bands would play at valley fairs where people of all ages would waltz and two-step on some old, worn-down basketball court in this or that county hall or fair ground.

Cans of Bud, bottles of Jack and Southern Comfort, country girls preening themselves in rear-view mirrors, the faint scent of chewing tobacco, an occasional fist-fight, and maybe getting lucky and caressing a pretty girl's breast in the moonlight, hidden somewhere safe from the crowd.

>> ^Deano:
Ha ha! The Brummie accent works so well here Good on him.
However section 76 of the Counter-Terrorism Act 2008 doesn't specifically mention photographers and it's argued by some that section 58 of the Terrorism Act 2000 necessarily covered the same area. The worst problem is that the government is quite happy to allow the police to interpret bad legislation on the ground to whatever ends they like.
The Guardian, http://www.guardian.co.uk/media/2009/feb/12/photographers-anti-terro
r-laws, reports that "A spokeswoman for the Home Office said the law was not specifically intended for photographers and concerns about how it would be used were speculative. It would be the job of the police and the courts to interpret the law." So an unpleasant incident with the cops may go to court (unlikely in most cases), well after the damage to civil liberties and our relationship with the police has been done.
It's truly remarkable what changes have occurred thanks to New Labour.


Nothing to do with new labour. It's just the pile of shit that happens to be in power. Rather than the pile of shit that isn't in power. Either way we'd be detecting the same scent.

>> ^transporter:
this is not harassment, this is boring...white people need to re-evaluate their definition of harassment


woot race war!!!!! good job playing the race card mate!

Oh and no, MGR, he can film whoever he likes - that's HIS business.

>> ^HollywoodBob:
>> ^Payback:
At 1:02 "OK, I'm gonna put you outside."

She was probably just saying that for the camera. What really happened was she turned off the camera, slipped off one of her shoes, and proceeded to rain blows down upon the vermin, leaving only a furry and bloody heel print on the counter top, which was quickly disposed of with a citrus scented disinfecting wipe.

...while listening to Whitney Huston, or possibly Genesis, I would imagine.

>> ^Payback:
At 1:02 "OK, I'm gonna put you outside."


She was probably just saying that for the camera. What really happened was she turned off the camera, slipped off one of her shoes, and proceeded to rain blows down upon the vermin, leaving only a furry and bloody heel print on the counter top, which was quickly disposed of with a citrus scented disinfecting wipe.

I was, but then I'm what some people would call a "web stalker".

In reply to this comment by UsesProzac:
I'm not trying to "self-destruct." I haven't discarded anyone's videos or made whiney SiftTalks.

I wasn't even trying to make thepinky shit a matter of public discourse. That was burdturgler. As for the argument of profile's being public, how many were aware of the spat until burdturgler aired it, honestly.

We can all wish for peace, but that is an alien and impossible concept. If you don't think that's true, look around you.

I don't pander to anyone's idea of the image I should portray. I just am.

In reply to this comment by oxdottir:
I haven't been around during the time you've been here. I wasn't here when the drama between you and pinky started. I'm way behind and out of touch, and honestly, not all that interested in catching up--I can't follow feuds without getting bored (honestly, even when I am one of the participants I have trouble keeping interest long enough to track).

...but... I just spent some time reading your blog, and I like your style. I might not approve of some of your forms of communication, but you are smart, and interesting, and I hope you stick around and don't self-destruct.

No reason you should care what I think: you probably know even less of me than I know of you.

But it's just a fact: I look forward to reading your words again, though I would certainly prefer that the point-to-point between you and pinky morphed into a dissipating mucous-scented fog.

It puts the milk in the dish or it gets the scent again...