Action-Packed True Story Films presents:


    The Turbanator









Pseudo Realities damage profits
Emerson, 1838, from the "Divinity School Address" Whenever the pulpit is usurped by a formalist, then is the worshipper defrauded and disconsolate. We shrink as soon as the prayers begin, which do not uplift, but smite and offend us. We are fain to wrap our cloaks about us, and secure, as best we can, a solitude that hears not. I once heard a preacher who sorely tempted me to say, I would go to church no more. Men go, thought I, where they are wont to go, else had no soul entered the temple in the afternoon. A snow storm was fal-ling around us. The snow storm was real; the preacher merely spectral; and the eye felt the sad contrast in looking at him, and then out of the window behind him, into the beautiful meteor of the snow. He had lived in vain. He had no one word intimating that he had laughed or wept, was married or in love, had been commended, or cheated, or chagrined. If he had ever lived and acted, we were none the wiser for it. The capital secret of his profession, namely, to convert life into truth, he had not learned. Not one fact in all his experience, had he yet imported into his doctrine. 
...3x1x0 (14:28:28): mengo, tried to read this 5 times, and what I get is that the fucking formalist has not yet learned shit from past experiences
...3x1x0 (14:28:29): hahahah
...enstuff (14:29:05): yer, and that he tries to stick to the "rules" he learned, like those buisness school motherfuckers, without taking reality into account, ever
...3x1x0 (14:29:07): but that's as far as my fuzzy word combinator is able to keep track of the kakked english
...enstuff (14:29:11): hahahhahahah
...enstuff (14:29:12): hahahaahahah
...3x1x0 (14:29:21): ahhaha
...3x1x0 (14:29:23): yerrr
...3x1x0 (14:29:30): that's a good one.
...enstuff (14:29:32): rather than let the rules be dictated by experience of reality



How to make a Terrorist
(the short short short version, oversimplified to make the point stick)

You have a neighbor. Your plants are nice and shiny, his plants are all screwed up.
You pee on your plants every night, while they sleep.

One morning, you wake up, and decide to make your neighbor a favor, so you pee over the fence on his plants. Next day, you do it again, and the day after again, .....
One day he spots you pissing on his plants, the day after he spots you again.
His plants die.
A week later, you find your cat hanging from your clothes hanger in your back yard.

Oh gosh, it's a terrorist ! Darn, we better nuke the neighborhood, and hide in our cellar, just in case.


Dear Bushy-boy

After these couple of years in office, I have watched you turn the world into a shit place to be.
Then I decided to turn on the TV to see yar face, and these are my first thoughts:

You did not only INHALE , but you also SNORTED , SWALLOWED [those funny bits of paper] , CHEWED [funny coloured pills], INJECTED [some funky liquid] , and took BARBITURIC ENEMAS during your prolific youth.

Which then leads me to believe that after you and your [get rich while the oil lasts] cronies, are done with your ludicrous megalomaniacal shit, long after you send that other piece of shit Saddam to hell, there will be nothing left for us to enjoy.

So...... we say TAKE A HIKE BUDDY !

p.s.: by the way, just curious, wasn't that so called "Energy Crisis 2000" rant just a ploy for you and your cronies to get rich off Enron's kickbacks ? (talking about taxpayer's cash well spent, huh ?)
Year 2003, its definition

HARDCORE Feb 1, 2003:

It appears that what killed Columbia is a lack of Flexibility in the planning and operations.
Come to think about it, a simple EVA would have revealed the problem, and if the ship was badly damaged, the dudes could have stayed at the ISS, with Major Tom, and made duly usage of the term "scuttle the ship".
We would have had a Thunderbirds-Style space rescue by another Shuttle, we would have all felt better about NASA, and would have finally considered ourselves SPACE FARERS.
[instead of that , we are now back to Toddlers playing with Lego]

But that cool action was taken away from us, by puny little beaurocrats (with too much decision power) who like everything "done by the book". Assholes who pride themselves in checking little boxes in stacks of papers, and have absolutely no fucking clue what's going on .... no real EMPATHY with what they are doing.
I say, fire the fuckers, find the "tick-markers" and axe them hard, tell them to go back to school and get some C's for a change, maybe they can learn somehting.




Here comes the whopper

medium rare and juicy please


Holy crap, puff shabang Kablam !
holy shit, that's a 5 meter diameter cloud of shuttle !
Cowabonga, F.S.T.D.P.H. (fuck shit tit damn piss hell), KABLAAAM, 10 meter diameter destructa foam rubber tile ceramic wheel, aluminum, frame, whatever


No smoking gun huh ? ...... well, at least this one was puffing hardcore






SECURITY ADVISORY Jan 25, 2003:

Hosting MicroCrap servers in your network IS A LIABILITY !
You should charge twice as much money for this, as, when the $hit hits the fan
the other co-location clients suffer greatly.

With that money you could either buy special firewalls just for the MicroCraps,
Or even better, get a new Router, and host the MicroCrap systems AWAY from the real deal.

ISP's, do us all a favor, and heed the warning. !
SECURITY ADVISORY Nov 2002:

I advise anyone reading this text, NOT to buy new Micro$hit products.
Not only they are utter CRAP, but
Due to a change in their Licensing Agreement with the End User (possibly you)
Micro$hit has now FULL ADMINISTRATIVE ACCESS REMOTELY TO YOUR PC.
This means, any UNDERPAID MICRO$HIT EMPLOYEE CAN NOW EASILY:
  • BROWSE THROUGH YOUR EMAIL,
  • BANK ACCOUNT NUMBERS,
  • PASSWORDS,
  • LOVE LETTERS,
  • PICTURES OF YOUR DOG

    You don't believe me ? -- Read the TCPA FAQ here




check this...
av x
more
.