ellauri003.html on line 682: Tietokone, glass teletype. Kalsarit väärinpäin. She is me and i am she. me = she / mit=shit. Not the way out, exit thru tunnel in rear. Hannu ja Helena. Turbaani. Antti ja Auli, New York. Revere Beach. Lea syömässä Kiparskyillä.
ellauri005.html on line 1304: ja eto elävä bullshit artistina.
ellauri006.html on line 1674: Life's a piece of shit
ellauri011.html on line 931: Peas, peas, absolute peas. We are peeing them, heavenly peas. LSD is giving us peas, farewell heebies jeebies, we rest in peas. We are our dreams, in the clouds, they are writing us some sms that we can't read. We bullshit on in love and peas. The italics are here just for effect.
ellauri020.html on line 391: Trump spoke in a hypnotic, unending torrent of words. Often he appeared to free-associate. He referred to himself in the third person: “Trump says. . . Trump believes.” His phrases skibbled around and doubled back on themselves like fireworks in a summer sky. He reminded me of a carnival barker trying to fill his tent. “I’m more popular now than I was two months ago. There are two publics as far as I’m concerned. The real public and then there’s the New York society horseshit. The real public has always liked Donald Trump. The real public feels that Donald Trump is going through Trump-bashing. When I go out now, forget about it. I’m mobbed. It’s bedlam,” Trump told me. Donald is a believer in the big-lie theory,” his lawyer had told me. “If you say something again and again, people will believe you.” “One of my lawyers said that?” Trump said when I asked him about it. “I think if one of my lawyers said that, I’d like to know who it is, because I’d fire his ass. I’d like to find out who the scumbag is!”
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ellauri021.html on line 888: Tää Antero on varmaan sen Phyllis Schlaflyn poika, joka vastusti Amörikän perustuslain Equal Rights Amendmentia 70-luvulla, jossa oltais annettu sille tasa-arvoiset oikeudet miehensä ja poikansa rinnalla. Siitä ei Pyllis pitänyt, se tykkäs enemmän pyllistellä miesten edessä. Vitun shitfly, zezekärpänen, reactionary cunt dogmaattisessa unessa. Siitä on nyt tehty joku HBO-sarjavideo. Poika Antero odottaa vielä vuoroa. Epistä, mix äidistä leffa ennenkuin pojasta?
ellauri021.html on line 944: Andrew L. Schlafly (/ ˈ ʃ l æ f l i /; born April 27, 1961) is an American lawyer and Christian conservative activist, founder of Conservapedia. How is he related to the other L. Schlaflies? The brewer of Schlafly Beer in St. Louis is Phyllis Schlafly' s nephew. Andrew is Phyllis' son. They are first cousins. *Only private Jesuit ones. And bring some shit for my fly.
ellauri023.html on line 863: Pahojen ritarien nimi on sith, kun vähän vaihtaa kirjaimia se on shit.
ellauri025.html on line 643: Lovecraft is a famous writer and bullshit artist, but also a well-known racist. Should I read his novels?Was H.P. Lovecraft ever a chill or a good guy at least even a little bit? I know his works basically put humankind to the lowest of the low, but was there even a tiny bit of good in him?What does H.P. Lovecraft mean with his phrase “That is not dead which can eternal lie, And with strange aeons even death may die” in his writing of The Nameless City?
ellauri028.html on line 197: Apparently man is a selfish prick that can't think for himself and relies on "outside influences". He is a chameleon. He is nothing but a mere machine. Well, at least according to Twain. Man is a fraud and only lives for himself. He is really driving home this point that everyone is selfish and acts out of selfish needs (big surprise?), even if viewed (publicly and personally) as a self-sacrificing person. My question is; who cares? If the end result is the same, what does the actions matter. Let's say, saving a woman from a burning house. Twain says you do this out of making yourself feel good and avoiding the pain of not saving the woman, nothing else; the woman comes second to your own need of feeling good. But regardless of how it makes you feel, you still saved the woman in the end. The good is still done, even though you did it for yourself. Forget how the action was achieved. What does it matter if we refer to this as "self sacrificing" or "selfishness". Answer me this question, Twain! THE ACTION REMAINS THE SAME!!!.... I feel this must have been written during a time when everyone was going around smugly proclaiming to be self-sacrificing do-gooders and self-proclaimed religious nuts while really being shitty people; which had to be the most annoying thing ever. I guess it feels a bit outdated and I think people who naively go around claiming that they are "self-sacrificing do-gooders" are simply laughed at in our post modern times as smug assholes who need to get off their high horse (high horse? who owns a fucking horse nowadays, anyways?). I feel it is pretty accepted now that those who do good are doing them for their own selfish gains and the view of acceptance by others, at least I think this is the case. I don't know cause I don't know do-gooders, everyone I know (including myself) are dicks and more concerned with their celluar phones and creating social dating websites on the internet in vain attempts to pick up chicks only to drink alone and desperately spend several hours harassing women on social dating sites until one, out of pity, decides to respond to your 50 private messages, which then they foolishly decides to set up a date with you; only for you to be disappointed and stood up; which results in more drinking and paying a "dancer" to give you a hand job behind the goodwill on a Saturday night....
ellauri028.html on line 201: Now he is on this kick about how man never thinks for himself. He is a chameleon conforming to whatever outside influences he puts himself in. This is pretty interesting stuff here. I apologize that these reviews have become rather flat. The amount of times I have used the word "interesting" to describe things in a vague manner is so blindly obvious and so boring, I can't believe I go on writing these things (and you keep reading them?!) Where is this going to get me, doing these shitty reviews? Does anyone care? Do I really care? I think I need a girlfriend (this is a cry for help)...Anyways, the book is psychological and philosophical or some shit... go read the goddamn thing yourself...I need a drink...
ellauri028.html on line 211: Wow, just wow. Mark Twain is a Taoist? A God??? This book is a religious experience. Unreal?!?! I shit myself from reading it, unbelievable!!! Read these quotes. One of the best, one of the greats! He discusses Adam and Eve, oh, I can't stress how mind blowing this is...This is a turning-point of my life!!!!!!!
ellauri028.html on line 723: muuvireisshelillä. Maishta shitten onko vishki viel herkelaatuishta.
ellauri028.html on line 726: Tsekkaa vishki. Shiivili shitruuamehu, lish yksi ruoka.
ellauri028.html on line 839: - Miten te tulette työpaikalle noin krabulaisena bushit silmän alla?
ellauri051.html on line 199: Lao Rui: Survival of the shittiest.
ellauri052.html on line 64: A week before the novel appeared in book stores, Saul Bellow published an article in the New York Times titled “The Search for Symbols, a Writer Warns, Misses All the Fun and Fact of the Story.” Here, Bellow warns readers against looking too deeply for symbols in his piece of shit. This has led to much discussion among critics as to why Bellow warned his readers against searching for symbolism just before the symbol-packed Rain King hit the shelves. Because there ain't any, its just Solomon's idea of fun and fact. The ongoing philosophical discussions and ramblings between Henderson and the natives, and inside Henderson's own head, prefigure elements of Bellow's next novel Herzog, which includes many such inquiries into life and meaning. And which is an even worse piece of narcissisim than this one.
ellauri052.html on line 422: Taas tota vitun 8 sekunnin kultakalan keskittymiskykyä. Sen on Amerikan mainosteevee saanut aikaan. Sale ansaizee Nobel-palkinnon varoittavana esimerkkinä, mitä Amerikka tekee ryssän mamu juutalaisista. Sale diggas just noita samoja narsisheja kuin kaikki muutkin narsishit, Nietscheä Schopenhaueria Kierkegaardia. Kaskun ei mainize nazi Heideggeriä.
ellauri052.html on line 540: Salen suosima high and low bullshit on just samaa tuubaa kuin Erich "mimesis" Auerbachin ylevyys ja alhaisuus. Se on yxinkertaisesti perseestä, pelkkää luokkatietoisuutta. Yxinkertaisempaa joo ja monimutkaisempaa, mikä ettei, muttei siitä mitään tikapuita synny. Huhnerbrettiä jolla Sale istuu ylemmällä orrella ja nokkii laahusta. Samaa meemikamaa se on kumminkin, kuorrutuxena Darwinin kolmisoinnulle (EAT! FUCK! KILL!).
ellauri055.html on line 955: Teuvo Pakkala (alun perin Teodor Oskar Johaninpoika Frosterus, 9. huhtikuuta 1862 Oulu – 7. toukokuuta 1925 Kuopio) oli suomalainen kirjailija. Pakkala lasketaan 1880–1890-lukujen realisteihin, ja häntä on usein nimitetty myös naturalistiksi. Onkohan se isotissiselle Janinalle sukua? Ei kai, sehän olikin Frostell, nyttemmin Fry. And bring some shit for my Fry.
ellauri055.html on line 1420: Mauri selittää ettei tragediasta tule mitään ilman jumalia. Joku selitys piti olla kurjalle kohtalolle. Kun jumalat heivattiin rekvisiittaan, ne vei tragedian mukanaan. Size on vaan et shit happens.
ellauri060.html on line 945: “I don’t expect you to agree with my religious, social, or political beliefs – I’m good with that,” he said. “But the honest alt truth is that people have been driven off of Facebook for bullshit reasons.”
ellauri062.html on line 269: Only when June learns it is essentially Serena's personal request to meet Nichole, she eventually agrees, pointing out she wants Serena "to owe her". Ihankuin Jill Pylkkänen: they owe me SOOOO much. Tääkin on jotain juutalaiskristillisyyttä. Serena is still bitter about the loss of Nichole. Later, June visits the Lincoln Memorial where the statue of Abraham Lincoln has been desecrated (actually only beheaded). June tells Serena that she is small, cold, and empty and that she will always be empty. Wrong, to the contrary, June is full of shit.
ellauri064.html on line 199: Ground Control to Major Tom. David Bowien ykköshitti Space Oddity. Bowie-puukko on semmonen iso puukko kun oli sillä aussie jäbällä "that ain't no knife. Now this is a knife." Selvä penismeemi. Was he gay, bisexual or bowie? Kai tätä kaikkea. Gender outlaws are cool. Laulussa on myös ankeampi teema, ja sanoitus on myös vertauskuva huumausaineille. Kappaleessa kuultava lähtölaskenta onkin kuvaus heroiinipiikin ottamisen ja sen vaikutuksen alkamisen väliselle ajalle. Heroiinia on pidetty traumatisoituneiden ja heikosta itsetunnosta kärsineiden henkilöiden huumeena, minkä vuoksi se toimi hyvänä metaforana hylätylle, avaruudessa ajelehtivalle astronautille. Huumeaihe oli Bowielle jokseenkin tuttu, sillä hän oli itse kokeillut heroiinia vuonna 1968.
ellauri067.html on line 339: Allen's health worsened further during his time on What´s My Line? and on March 17, 1956 while strolling down the streets of New York City, he suffered a heart attack and died at the age of 61. Fred Allenia löytyy valmiixinaurettuna sinäputkilosta. Sietämätöntä kaakatusta, puujalkapuisevaa. Fred ei koskaan päässyt televisioon. Tompan maalmansota meni radiota kuunnellessa. Tätä bullshittiä ei takuulla tullut BBC:stä 40-luvulla.
ellauri069.html on line 144: Bereshith: Genesis, the first book of the Old Testament (after the Hebrew word meaning "in the beginning"); 77
ellauri069.html on line 261: Holy shit: see also excrement. Eski Saarisen mielihokemia. Vanhaa hippilorea. Samaa judeokristillistä tabunväistöä kuin My giddy aunt! Enid Blytonin kirjoista tehdyssä tyttösarjassa Malory Towers. Paska onkin kyllä aidosti pyhää, sitä ei tohdi käsin koskea.
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Is this Noel Coward or some shit?
ellauri071.html on line 413: Hererot ei tosiaankan ole heteroita. Lihava poika Ludwig marsu taskussa on saanut tutustua lukuisiin ulkomaisiin kulleihin. Persuja käymäsillään käymälässä Ludin paljaassa vaaleanpunaisessa perstaskussa. Siltaan raapustetun graffitin kukka muistuttaa muodoltaan nuoren tytön pillua. Se on varmaan unikko, tai sizeon jalaton hämähäkki väärinpäin. A canoe up the shit creek without a paddle. Tästä otti yx feministi vähän nokkinsa, eikä syyttä. Kyltää on niin toxisen setämäistä että. Ollaan sivulla 947.
ellauri071.html on line 441: Sateenkaarinotkon S. 948. noitatyttö Emätin-Geeli muka "laukeaa" laittamatta edes sormia liipasimelle, vaan kun se ajattelee tota vanhaa Tshitshikov-ukkelia. Älä unta nää Nipsutin. Hemmetti nää sedät on sit vitun ällöjä. Nyt taas näyttää uskottavalta että Tompalla oli joku neekeriottoveli Katkero jolle se oli katkera kun äiti tykkäs siitä enemmän. Ylläri.
ellauri072.html on line 564: No toi on taas just tota amerikkalaista bullshittiä. Kuten satuin erinomaisesti muotoilemaan tässä äskettäin: separaattorilla pitää jenkeissä aina sinkoa elämän hapan sintu ja iplakka kerma erixeen ja aina lättästä joku optimistinen kermapaakku annoxeen päällimmäisexi.
ellauri073.html on line 275: Quickly on your attacks on Wallace's writing style, I will mention that -- contrary to your rather baffling notions -- people did enjoy Infinite Jest and other works of his. They will continue to do so for decades. Listen Fartey: his work will live on. People recognize great writing wherever it materializes. Forget your distaste of footnotes, or your struggle in understanding the themes and ideals his work encompasses. His audience is clearly beyond you, so try to see that not everyone feels the same as you. You don't have to like his writing, but when you detract from it it makes it even more apparent that you are the lesser man. Your comments on Foster's writing ability led me to some of your other articles, and to be completely honest, it wasn't all bad. I genuinely enjoyed your "Fucking vs. Making Love" poetry bit, although it did seem like a cheap knockoff of Black Coffee Blues. Regardless, I can still acknowledge that the piece had its moments. However (and this is where I want you to pay attention you tub of lard), the piece can also be slammed in several areas. This is highly important, as we can see the parallels between this aspect of "Fucking vs. Making Love" and anything David Foster Wallace wrote. When it comes down to it, your writing can be criticized stylistically and formatically just like his can; the only difference is that there are few that actually give a shit about your writing, whereas Wallace's work is meaningful to the point where people have legitimate incentive to think critically about it. So defile it with your petty blog posts all you want, but at the end of the day you're the one who's only making yourself look bad, and as a heavily obese man based in Europe you are surely having few problems achieving this in the status quo, since Europeans are notably fatist.
ellauri073.html on line 277: Remember this Fartey, for it will serve you well: There is nothing inherently admirable or intriguing in your choosing to complain about various outlets, activities, or people. It's mundane, tiresome, and has little uniqueness. Suffice it to say, there are a million of you, Matt Fartey (and when I say you I really mean babbling little shits). You will be forgotten; there is only one David Foster Wallace...so tell me, who's really the mediocre one here?
ellauri073.html on line 368: Mennoniitat on protestanttinen uskontokunta. Mennoniitat ovat anabaptisteja kuten hutteriitit ja amishit. He ovat sitoutuneet väkivallattomuuteen ja pasifismiin.
ellauri073.html on line 374: Amishit erosivat mennoniitoista vuonna 1693 koska halusivat elää hurskaampaa ja yhteisöllisempää elämää. Tämän lisäksi mennoniitat ovat hajaantuneet aikojen saatossa eri suuntauksiin, kuten 'flaameihin', 'friiseihin', 'waterlandilaisiin', jotka tunnettiin löyhemmästä seurakuntakuristaan, sekä 'sonnelaiset', jotka erkaantuivat omaksi ryhmäkseen 1600-luvulla piispa Samuel Apostoolin johdolla. Apostool ei hyväksynyt piispa Galenus Abrahamsin yhteydenpitoa muihin kirkkoihin ja näkemystä siitä, ettei mennoniittain vapaaseurakunta olisi ainoa oikea kirkko eikä siis ainoa tie pelastukseen. Osin tästä syystä Apostool perusti oman seurakunnan yhdessä noin 700 muun vanhoillisen jäsenen kanssa antaen kirkolleen nimen ”die Sonne” (Aurinko), mistä tuli nimitys 'sonnelaiset'. Monet muutkin seurakunnat asettuivat tämän tueksi. (Mennoniittakirkon sisustusta Giethoornissa, Alankomaissa. Tosi karua, näyttää Helluntaiystävien kokoushuoneelta Iso-Roballa tai Kirjalla.)
ellauri074.html on line 128: Tucks lääketyynyjen valmistus alkoi 1948. The Whopper was created in 1957 by Burger King co-founder James McLamore. InterLacen koti- toimisto- ja mobiilikäyttöön tarkoitetun tk-järjestelmän tarkkaresoluutioisen Yushityu 2007 moduulinkazelulaitteen emolevyn helposti asennettavan päivityxen vuotta 3v aiemmin olis James-isä muka tehnyt seppukun. Wallu-poika pani töpinäxi 2008.
ellauri074.html on line 177: Infernatron/Interlacen koti- toimisto- ja mobiilikäyttöön tarkoiteun TK-järjestelmän tarkkaresoluutioisen Yushityu 2007 -moduulinkazelulaitteen emolevyn helposi asennettavan päivityxen vuosi (sic) 2007
ellauri074.html on line 198: Year of the Yushityu 2007 Mimetic-Resolution-Cartridge-View-Motherboard-Easy-To-Install-Upgrade For Infernatron/InterLace TP Systems For Home, Office Or Mobile (sic) 2007
ellauri074.html on line 207: Most of the action in the novel takes place in the Year of the Depend Adult Undergarment, or Y.D.A.U., which is probably AD 2009, taking the Year of the Yushityu... (the lengthily titled 6th Subsidized Year) as 2007. Critic Stephen Burn, in his book on Infinite Jest, argues convincingly that Y.D.A.U. corresponds to 2009: the MIT Language Riots took place in 1997 (n. 24) and those riots occurred 12 years prior to Y.D.A.U. (n. 60).
ellauri077.html on line 496: Samaa bullshittia on sanoa rumasta eze on 'aesthetically challenged.' Vitun eufemismeja Erik hei! Aikuisalusvaatteita! Lääkeainetyynyjä! Mä luulen kyllä että Wallu kärsi oikeasti jo mainituista esteettisistä haasteista: lyhyydestä, lihavuudesta, pyllistävistä reisistä, hikisestä pakenevasta ozanrajasta ja laihoista nilkoista. Sixkin sen mielestä oli syytä eziä vaihtoehtoisia arvoja.
ellauri080.html on line 408: Industrious of lazy shit? Haen the going gets tough the tough get going.
ellauri080.html on line 633: Eskaton-pelin aikana Wallulla on 1 hyvä huomio (koska mä olin kexinyt sen jo 70-luvulla): peliteoria on sikäli perseestä että pelin pelaajat on muka pelin ulkopuolella kuin jotkut jumalat, niihin ei voi osua. Näinhän ei oikeasti ole, vaan pelllauta sisältää myös pelaajat jotka muuttuvat kun peli etenee. Kukaan ei oikeasti päätä yhtään mistään, shit just happens. Loordi pelinjohtajana pyörittää punaiseen pipoon kiinnitettyä propellia, joka tarkoittaa että maailmanloppu ei ole tulossa, vaan jo päällä.
ellauri082.html on line 91: 99% of compulsive thinkers’ thinking is about themselves; that 99% of this self-directed thinking consists of imagining and then getting ready for things that are going to happen to them; and then, weirdly, that if they stop to think about it, that 100% of the things they spend 99% of their time and energy imagining and trying to prepare for all the contingencies and consequences of are never good. In short that 99% of the head’s thinking activity consists of trying to scare the everliving shit out of itself.
ellauri083.html on line 250: S. 606, Tena-aikuisalusvaatteen vuosi: lomitettu televiihde, 932/1864 resoluutio (vau...) risc-konsolilta ja ilman, pink2 (lue OS-2), pormestarin jälkeinen digisatelliittijärjestelmä, menut ja kuvakkeet (oho...), pixelitön internet fax, 3-4 kanavaiset modeemit säädettävällä linjanopeudella (eikai...), webinjälkeiset jakelualueet, niin HD-näytöt että on käytännössä paikalla, kustannustehokkaat Zoom videopuhelinneuvottelut, fox-kanavan sisäinen cd-rom, sähkoinen sultan conture, yleiskonsolit, Youshityoun keraamiset nanoprosessorit, laserkromatografia, virtuaalipalvelun mahdollistavat mediakortit, kuituoptinen pulssi, digitaalikoodaus, tappajasovelmat, rannehermosärky tenniskyynärpää valonarkuusmigreeni rasvapakaraisuus selkästressi hikinen pälvikalju vielä kaiken kukkuraxi.
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Up the shit creek without a paddle
ellauri093.html on line 370: Kauneus on vaan puku hyvän päällä, jonka sisällä on totuuden luuranko. Sixei sovi tehdä vaan l'art pour l'art kuten Goncourtin veljexet. Eräiden uskonto on taide, ne on väärässä. Toisten taide taas on uskonto, ne on bullshit artisteja kuten mä (sanoi Kari). Vastustakaa kaikkea epäpuhdasta, työntäkää tamponeja joka reikään, käykää tiheästi alapesulla. Tukkikaa vahalla lasten ja nuorten korvia.
ellauri096.html on line 57: Idealizing the teacher and student along the lines of Avoider and Predictor fails to solve the puzzle. It falsely presupposes that two equally super clever agents are co-possible. It is like asking ‘If Aku is smarter than Anu and Anu is smarter than Aku, which of the two is the smartest?’ Its like Abott and Costello going thru the door, after you, no after you, until in the end they, predictably, try to go thru it at once. There is no equilibrium in the game, so shit just happens.
ellauri096.html on line 63: Prior knowledge of an action seems incompatible with it being a free action. If I know that you will take a shit tomorrow, then you will take a shit tomorrow (because knowledge implies truth). But that means you will take a shit even if you resolve not to. After all, given that you will shit, nothing can stop you from shitting. So if I know that you will take a shit tomorrow, you are not free to do otherwise. Conversely if you're free to shit or constipate, I can't know which it's going to be. My solution is that you are free to do one or the other, nothing stops you, but knowing you I know for a fact that you will want to shit. You are not free to want what you want. You are an ape, for Cod's sake.
ellauri096.html on line 74: Cod’s omniscience only requires that He knows every true proposition. God will know ‘You will take a shit’ as soon it becomes true – like when the turd is halfway out - but not before. Naah, this is really weak. That takes no omniscience, just a good nose.
ellauri097.html on line 422: In Nietzsche’s view, Kant’s a priori moral principles are nothing more than the tthe same old shit of traditional German Protestantism:
ellauri101.html on line 479: Big 026 niggad know me man, big governor (big governor, gang shit)
ellauri102.html on line 439: Il ouvre ensuite le feu sur les étudiantes de gauche à droite, en tuant six et en blessant trois, dont Nathalie Provost. Avant de quitter la salle, il écrit le mot « shit » deux fois sur le projet d'un étudiant.
ellauri102.html on line 443: Il recharge son arme et se rend, à nouveau, à l'avant de la classe, tirant par intermittence dans toutes les directions. À ce moment, Maryse Leclair, blessée, demande de l'aide. Lépine avance vers elle et, après avoir dégainé son couteau de chasse, la poignarde à trois reprises, l'achevant. Il enlève alors sa casquette, entoure son arme de son manteau, et s'exclame : « Oh, shit! », avant de se suicider d'une balle dans la tête, une vingtaine de minutes après avoir commencé son massacre.
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ellauri105.html on line 118: I lost my shit when I found out he was a flat earther. You cannot debate or argue with a flat earther. These are people that
ellauri106.html on line 46: Philip Roth has not had much luck with biographers. Late in his life, furiously aggrieved after the failure of his marriage to the actress Claire Bloom and the publication of Bloom’s incendiary memoir of their years together, he asked a close friend, Ross Miller, an English professor at the University of Connecticut, to take on the task. Roth sent Miller lists of family members and friends he wanted to be interviewed, along with the questions that he felt should be asked. (“Would you have expected him to achieve success on the scale he has?”) It didn’t work out, for various reasons. Roth had wanted Miller to refute a familiar charge, “this whole mad fucking misogynistic bullshit!” that he felt flattened his long erotic history into one false accusation. But Miller came to his own conclusion. “There is a predatory side to both Sandy and Philip,” he told a cousin of Roth’s. (Sandy was Roth’s older brother.) “They look at women—I’m not gonna write about this—but they are misogynist. They talk about women in that way.”
ellauri106.html on line 519: From a hard-working, well-intentioned hero into a "shitty little capitalist."
ellauri107.html on line 395: The antihero of Roth’s 1995 novel Sabbath’s Theatre blinds us with his astonishing misogyny, his exponential misanthropy, his audacious nihilism - and yet he makes us care shit. The depraved Mickey Sabbath, the hero, anti-hero and villain of Philip Roth’s 1995 tour d'Eiffel, Sabbath’s Theatre. Just what he does to deserve this affection over the course of 450 bile-filled pages is hard to fathom. He virtually copies that bête noire of creative writing courses, the unsympathetic character. To discover such a monstrous creation on the page is a shock.
ellauri109.html on line 507: From the start, critics complained about the ostensible sameness of Roth’s books, their narcissism and narrowness—or, as he himself put it, comparing his own work to his father’s conversation, “Family, family, family, Newark, Newark, Newark, Jew, Jew, Jew.” Roth turned self-obsession into art. He was a consummate bullshit artist.
ellauri109.html on line 583: Roth asked Ross Miller to write his biography after his women friends Hermione Lee and Judith Thurman declined his invitations. He coached Miller on lines of questioning. He was particularly anxious for Miller to rebut “This whole mad fucking misogynistic bullshit!” “It wasn’t just ‘Fucked this one fucked that one fucked this one,’ ” he told Miller in one of their interviews.”
ellauri109.html on line 591: Roth began to hear that Miller was describing him as “manic-depressive.” The theatre critic and producer Robert Brustein, an old friend of Roth’s, reported back that Miller had told him, “He knows he’s writing shit now. It just lies there like a lox.” By the end of 2009, the arrangement and the friendship were over. So was Roths career.
ellauri111.html on line 309: You’re exactly right Anna! Actually Philip Roth said the same. Its bullshit of course, but sounds beautifully deep.
ellauri112.html on line 637: What the fuck? Where did her money come from before Drew? Not from her shitty home for sure. Soliciting?
ellauri112.html on line 657: What is great but something of a letdown is that the story never tries to turn the two women against each other. Like old vs young, fat vs skinny, a dish vs disgusting, master and slave, rich vs poor, two women and Drew the only man in town. None of that shit. That Hollywood cliché might have helped launch a thriller, but it has no place here. This film is far more boring, feminist and humanist. Yawn.
ellauri112.html on line 684: Marlo, already a mother of two, begins the film heavily, outrageously pregnant: we learn, in rapid succession, that this third pregnancy was unwanted, that her husband does little of the domestic labour, and that her “shitty” upbringing is the reason she’s so committed to her nuclear family unit. Postnatal depression, never named, haunts the narrative: her wealthy brother offers to pay for a night nanny to avoid, in his words, the advent of another “bad time” like the one that followed the birth of her son, Jonah. When the nanny arrives – described by more than one reviewer as a “millennial Mary Poppins” – the panacea seems to be working. Not only does she look after the baby at night but she also operates as a kind of empathy machine, listening to Marlo’s problems, sharing sangria in the garden, and baking the Minions cupcakes that Marlo herself never has the time to make. The postnatal depression, it seems, disperses; Jonah – who has “emotional problems” – finds a place at a school more suited to his needs, family dinners get increasingly wholesome, and Marlo does a passable Stevie Nicks impression at a child’s birthday party. And then comes the twist: after a bender in Brooklyn with Tully, a sleep-deprived Marlo, drunk at the wheel, drives her car off a bridge and ends up in hospital, and we realise there was nobody else in the car. Her maiden name, we learn, was Tully.
ellauri115.html on line 1069: Shmuel "Sam" Vaknin (born April 21, 1961) is an Israeli writer and "professor of psychology". He is the author of Malignant Self Love: Narcissism Revisited (1999), was editor-in-chief of political news website Global Politician, and runs a private website about narcissistic personality disorder (NPD). He has also postulated a theory on chronons and time asymmetry which is pure bullshit.
ellauri115.html on line 1085: Sämillä on ollut hirmu määrä lyhkäsiä vakansseja mitä hämärimmissä paikoissa, joilla se kehuu aivan sikana. Erittäin selkeästi rajatilanarsisti, ja bullshit artisti. Mitä ilmeisin huijari. Lidija taitaa olla toinen mokoma. Ne on olleet yllättävän kauan yhdessä, vakkaan näkyy löytyneen oikeanmallinen kansi.
ellauri119.html on line 200: Just outstandingly bizarre. Esa Saarisen suosikki oli Holy shit! Ei kexeliästä mutta toimivaa.
ellauri119.html on line 324: Shituf (Hebrew: שִׁתּוּף; also transliterated as shittuf or schituf; literally "association") is a term used in Jewish sources for the worship of God in a manner which Judaism does not deem to be purely monotheistic. The term connotes a theology that is not outright polytheistic, but also should not be seen as purely monotheistic. The term is primarily used in reference to the Christian Trinity by Jewish legal authorities who wish to distinguish Christianity from full-blown polytheism. Though a Jew would be forbidden from maintaining a shituf theology, non-Jews would, in some form, be permitted such a theology without being regarded as idolaters by Jews. That said, whether Christianity is shituf or formal polytheism remains a debate in Jewish philosophy.
ellauri119.html on line 338: Jewish views, as codified in Jewish law, are split between those who see Christianity as outright idolatry and those who see Christianity as shituf.
ellauri119.html on line 339: Even though they mention jointly (shituf) God´s name and another name, there is no prohibition to cause someone to jointly mention [or associate] (shituf) God with another... since this association is not forbidden to gentiles.
ellauri119.html on line 454: Why set aside good old Empedocles anyway? He meant forces of attraction and repulsion, he got it just right 2My before Newton. Plato sucks, set him aside instead. The idea of two loves, one heavenly, one earthly is just bullshit. As Tristram Shandy's Uncle Tboy was informed over 2My later, "of these loves, according to Ficinus's comment on Valesius, the one is rational - the other is natural - the first...excites to the desire of philosophy and truth - the second, excites to desire, simply". Toby felt the former toward women and the latter for model trains. Plato's sublimation theory of love involved "mounting upwards...from one to two, and from two to all fair boys, and from fair boys to fair actions, and from fair actions to fair motions, until with fair motions he comes into the bottom of an absolute beauty". Sounds like Plato's own love history from horny gym boy to a dirty old geezer.
ellauri119.html on line 698: The implication being that that anyone who disagrees with you is not a “man of the intellect”? That’s just a shitty religion-variety argument. “You can’t feel God because you don’t have enough faith.”
ellauri131.html on line 756: Prince Harry is another royal pain in the ass, and so is Meghan Markle only more so. In a 2021 interview with The Sun, the High Flying Birds frontman eloquently described Prince Harry as a "fucking woke snowflake" in response to his criticisms of the royal family. And referencing his own sibling rivalry with Liam Gallagher, Noel even admitted to sympathizing with Prince William, remarking, "I feel that fucking lad's pain. He's got a fucking younger brother shooting his fucking mouth off with shit that is just so unnecessary. So do I. I'd like to think I was always the William."
ellauri132.html on line 131: "The book struck me as irredeemable poppycock. I was put off by the strained stateliness of Tolle's writing, as well as its nearly indecipherable turgidity ... jargon like "conditioned mind structures', "the one indwelling consciousness". What's more, the guy was stunningly grandiose. He referred to his book as a "transformational" device", and promised that, as you read, "shit takes place within you." I lay there rolling my eyes ..."
ellauri133.html on line 468: I don’t want to repeat King’s utter creepiness and describe this in too much detail (shit, I would but there is not enough space), but there are some elements of the scene that deserve mentioning. Again, functioning in misogynist misunderstanding of female sexuality, for at least one of these encounters Bev “feels no physical pleasure, but there is a kind of mental ecstasy in it for her.” When she does feel “some pleasure, dim heat in her childish unmatured sex,” she thinks of birds and resolves that having sex “is what flying is like.” The penis size of the character of Ben is commented on (“is he too big, can she take that into herself?”) and she eventually has an orgasm with him. Steve looks on with his little droopy wiener in his hand. I bet Mustafa had a biggish "It", and Tabitha King (the other one with the curves going in instead of out) has an even bigger one. They are like the little goat, the middling goat, and the big big goat that can suck the big bad wolf all the way in, balls and all.
ellauri142.html on line 1041: Niin ikään Britanniassa (kuinkas muuten, puhutaanhan The Witchin ja kloorikanan isänmaasta) on lanseerattu tähän läheisesti liittyvä termi "shit life syndrome": köyhyyden aiheuttama noidankehä, missä pätkätyöläisyys, koulutuxen puute, matalapalkkaisuus, slummiutuminen, epäterveelliset elintavat ja terveydenhuollon puute aiheuttavat psyykkistä taakkaa ja arvottomuuden tunnetta, ja yhdessä pudottavaet eliniän odotetta jopa parilla kymmenellä vuodella. (No sehän hienoa, sanoo kasan päällimmäiset ja taputtavat tuskin kuuluvasti karvaisia, hyvin kammattuja käsiään. Sittenhän neuroleptit menee hyvin kaupaxi, ja hoitovaje pienenee kiitos Jumalan ja luonnollisen poistuman.)
ellauri143.html on line 264: Who, not a shit reflecting, fuck a neighbour's wife?
ellauri143.html on line 437: Who eats it, swallows shit, and renders it again.
ellauri144.html on line 138: I took the Monkey to Italy. Sorry, I haven't mentioned her before. She's the long-legged shiksa model who used to be married to the elderly rich goy that liked to shit on a glass table over a schwartz while she ate a banana. Hence Monkey. Her real name is Mary Jane Reed and she's a thinly-disguised caricature of my alter ego's first wife. Revenge really is best served cold.
ellauri147.html on line 365: Most recently, the musician has been forced to walk with a stick and he has since needed to shit whenever he performs. Phil Rothin äiti oli varannut lempipojalleen kiitospäiväkalkkunasta rumpupalikan. Maistuis varmaan kaimallekkin.
ellauri152.html on line 607: Movie Avigdor is shitty and Yentl and Badass should just stay married, but of course they do not. Yentl leaves, Avigdor and Badass marry, a happy ending for everyone. Meanwhile at the end of Yeshiva Boy, Avigdor and Badass are not entirely happy in their marriage, as both of them are still partly inlove with Anshel/Yentl. Not very Hollywood, but very queer.
ellauri152.html on line 653: "In the beginning, Elohim's (note the dog name denoting strict justice) din created the heavens and the earth..." (Bereishit 1:1).
ellauri152.html on line 654: "'Elohim the dog created: It didn't say "Hashem (i.e. the dog denoting kindness and mercy) created" because originally He intended to create the universe through strict judgment din... And he saw that the universe couldn't survive that way" (Rashi, Bereishit 1:1).
ellauri152.html on line 656: The dog originally created the world to run through strict judgment, din. However, since the dog knew that the world could not endure such harsh conditions, He decided to incorporate the spiritual energies of compassion too, as the verse states, "These are the products of the heaven and earth when they were created in the day that Hashem's (i.e. the dog's denoting kindness and mercy, not the dog's denoting strict justice) din made earth and heaven." (Bereishit 2:4) According to the original creation plan a person would be judged strictly on his own merits. There would be no bending of the rules; no concept of leniency; no looking the other way or giving another chance. Strict justice would dictate that a person be severely punished for even the "slightest" infraction of the dog's willy.
ellauri152.html on line 669: the patriarchs were able to walk before the dog's strictness, meaning they were able to successfully serve him, unassisted, while living under the realm of severity, enabling them to reach awesome spiritual heights" (Bereishit 48:15).
ellauri153.html on line 353: win as Leviathan is defeated, there are no undefeated challenges and Job lives a happy life. Forget the 7 senselessly killed monkey pups and some 10K dead slaves and other animals who nobody cared a shit about anyway.
ellauri155.html on line 368: The Washington Free Beacon reports that agents are today being educated on “the impact of stereotypes and unconscious biases” in a seminar hosted by Susan Fleming, who is described as an “expert in gender bias”. In other words, its some woke bullshit re-education camp.
ellauri156.html on line 335: Conversely, David never did worse than he did in prosperity and power. How many psalms do you think David wrote from his palatial bed and from his penthouse? How much meditation on the law took place while David was in Jerusalem, rather than on the battlefield? On the other hand, how many maidens did he open the psalmbook with on the field? We are not to be masochists, wanting more and more suffering, but on the other hand we should recognize that success is often a greater test than adversity. Often when it appears “everything's goin' my way” we are in the greatest danger of producing some shit like Frank Sinatra's "My Way".
ellauri156.html on line 339: Fourth, sin is sequential. Sin “happens,” but it seldom “shit just happens.” Sin does not come out of nowhere, just as cum does not come from just anywhere. We see this sequence in the Book of James:
ellauri156.html on line 503: It must be with great apprehension that Uriah joins David for dinner this last night in Jerusalem. David begins to eat and to drink, and he will not take no for an answer when he offers food and drink to Uriah. Eventually, it works, for David makes sure that Uriah has enough alcohol in his system to make him drunk. And in this condition, David sends Uriah home to “sleep it off,” in his own bed, of course. Even drunk, Uriah will not violate his wife! Unheard of! Once again, Uriah spends the night at the doorway of David's house, along with his servants. He does not go to his own house, and thus he does not sleep with his wife. David is in deep shit.
ellauri159.html on line 635: If we are “full of ourselves,” we are usually “full of shit”. Being empowered and acting out of our own self-will may get us pretty far, but not in God’s eyes. The jealous God prefers us to be emptied of our own strength so he can fill us up with his own strength.
ellauri164.html on line 370: I thought this was one of those books that comes with a “guarantee.” But of course there is no such thing. Still, I’d read only glowing reviews and boy was I ready for a “triumphant experience.” But on p. 26 I couldn’t make heads or tails of what I was really reading about. On p. 54 the voice of the innocent and well-meaning young priest began to irk the shit out of me. On p. 55 I skipped ahead to see if anything would ever actually happen to dilute all the fluffy introspection and it didn’t look promising. On p. 64 I took the kitty to the well and drowned it.
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ellauri172.html on line 156: — Ah ! maintenant, je me rappelle !… dit-il. Qu’ai-je donc ? — Mais tu es morte ! Rooger änkyttää. Herra hän haisee jo. Sitä ei Roogerin olisi pitänyt sanoa, taika raukesi. Un faible soupir d’adieu et merci, distinct, lointain, parvint jusqu’à l’âme de Roger. Oh ! murmura-t-il, c’est donc fini ! — Seuraava kokous on sit nahkurin orsilla. Tarina osoitti millainen mahti tahto kaikkinensa on. Kuten sanottua, bullshittiä. Tää vähän ennakoi Blavatskyn ja muiden meedioiden trendausta.
ellauri172.html on line 806: Paha ateisti Roth tapatti ainoan sikiönsä Margaretilla eikä saanut Bloomin kanssa aikaan muuta kuin lihavia riitoja. Antiteistikin se oli, "I'm exactly the opposite of religious, I'm anti-religious. I find religious people hideous. I hate the religious lies. It's all a big lie. I give a shit about the sheep referred to as believers. When I write, I'm alone. It's filled with fear and loneliness and anxiety—and I never needed religion to save me." Jumala kosti sille, ei tullut Noobelia. Kikkailevaa Philippiä sattui leukaan.
ellauri180.html on line 375: Robert "Bobby" Pendragon is an everyday athletic junior high school student from (fictional) Stony Brook, Connecticut, located in the greater New York metropolitan area. Bobby is a prisoner of color. Oops sorry my bad he's not, rather he looks a lot like Harry Potter without the spectacles. But his date Lori (whatever) is a WOC. Bobby's Uncle Stop Press reveals that he will train Bobby to become one of the "Travelers": asshole-journeying young warriors from a variety of different planets and cultures. Great Dane threatens to mix them all together like a kid with watercolors until they are all the same shade of shit.
ellauri183.html on line 91: Roth wrote back, audaciously insisting that he had pointed out “fictional skeletons” that perhaps Malamud himself didn’t see. Like a sanctimonious little shit.
ellauri183.html on line 321: Over the years since founding building 20 in 1966-7, he trained many generations of MIT students, teaching alongside such notables as Halle, Noam Chomsky, Thomas Kuhn, and Ken Hale, without being very notable himself. He wrote some shit about questions that nobody read.
ellauri189.html on line 426: Many environmental casualties have been associated with the rapid retreat in the shoreline of the Dead Sea. An example is the emergence of sinkholes. An older and well attested phenomenon in the area is the emergence of assholes. Many residential areas and roads around the Dead Sea have been destroyed by sinkholes because of shitholes. Sinkholes are natural depressions in the Earth’s surface caused by the chemical dissolution of nutrients in the soil. These sinkholes endanger the lives of locals and the fun of tourists alike.
ellauri192.html on line 269: Taking into sympathetic account the widest margin of human error, is it possible to take seriously an institution and procedure that passes over the majority of the greatest novelists and renewers of prose in the modern age? James Joyce, Marcel Proust, Franz Kafka (whose presence towers over our sensual literature and of the meaning of a bug, quite a feat for a little man who one should not expect to tower over anything much), Thomas Hardy, Joseph Conrad, Henry James, Andre Malraux, Hermann Broch, Robert Musil, D. H. Lawrence, either escaped the notice of or were, on nomination, rejected by the Nobel committee. Can one defend a jury which prefers the art of Pearl Buck (1938) to that of, say, Virginia Woolf? Paul Claudel, a picee of shit whose dramas we can set fairly beside those of Aeschylus and of Shakespeare just to scare people, never received the accolade. Paul Heyse was chosen, not Bertolt Brecht. Galsworthy is a Nobel, not Carlo Emilio Gadda, one of the most original and inventive writers of fiction in this century. Who the fuck is he? Composer of In-a-Gadda-da-Vida? No that was Iron Butterfly, and a good piece it was indeed.
ellauri192.html on line 285: Powys is fortunately dead by now, so he is out of the contest. Some sort of self-made philosopher, or rather a self-help man, who went on tours in the U.S. and got a following from the expatriates. These works were frequently bestsellers, especially in the United States, like "In Defence of Sensuality". BTW, Hardy is an gooey-romantic piece of shit as well.
ellauri196.html on line 692: Brando was known for his tumultuous personal life (euphemism for a piece of shit) and his large number of partners and children. He was the father to at least 11 children, at least three of whom were not his. Like a large number of men, he too, had homosexual experiences, and he was not ashamed. If Wally had been a woman, he would have married him and they would have lived happily ever after and had a bunch of kids. Now all they got were some brown pickaninnies.
ellauri197.html on line 217: Civilizations rise again, edifices like the Mariupol theatre are rebuilt with money from the ancient Rome, and new bullshit artists replace the old.
ellauri204.html on line 776: Ranskassa Artaudilla diagnosoitiin skitsofrenia, ja hän vietti seuraavat yhdeksän vuotta mielisairaaloissa ainakin Rodezissa ja Ivry-sur-Seinessä. Artaudin mukaan hän tunsi sairauden myötä menettäneensä identiteettinsä, sillä hän tuli tietoiseksi tavallisesti tiedostamattomista kehon toiminnoista. Hän juuttui painajaiseen, jossa tiedosti lihaksensa, luunsa ja mahansa, jonka toiminnot pitivät samanlaista läpsytystä kuin lippu myrskyssä. Hän hahmotti kätensä ja jalkansa kuin verisinä vanuina, etäisinä ja väärissä paikoissa olevina. Artaud lopetti kirjoittamisen ja piirtämisen pitkäksi aikaa mutta aloitti uudelleen sähköhoidon jälkeen. Anttonin suuta oli lähes mahdoton tukkia. Yllättävää sikäli että Anttoni koitti vapauttaa teatteria sanataiteen kahleista. Nimi "kohti kriittistä teatteria" oli ihan väärä, A. oli täysin kritiikitön ja epäpoliittinen oikispaskiainen. Artaud was not into politics at all, writing things like: 'I shit on Marxism.'
ellauri214.html on line 165: I can't be left alone. If the protagonist put me in a safe house, I will try to run away because I felt being ignored, and nobody gives a shit about me.
ellauri220.html on line 523: "Goddamn Mongorianzh! Shtop breaking down my shitty warr!"
ellauri220.html on line 568: The words, in the order Carlin listed them, are: "shit", "piss", "fuck", "cunt", "cocksucker", "motherfucker", and "tits".
ellauri220.html on line 591: Joo Emmanuellehan se pätkä oli, vlta 1974. Sen takeen sillä sai olla niin pienet tisutkin. Ei se mua haittaa, pidän sellaisista. Mutta vittu se vanha äijäpaha sexipeetee oli rasittava. Toinen samanmoinen oli Marlon Brando Viimeisessä tangossa. Rasvaisia puoliveteisiä ukkoja letkut puolitangossa. Lush cinematography, marvellous acting (in particular from Sylvia Kristel) and genuinely erotic scenes tastefully directed… Just Jaeckin! It’s the same badly dubbed, funny-for-about-five-minutes shite it’s always been, with ‘Ooh look! Fanny smoke rings! Chortle!’ tired businessman’s humour very much to the delapidated fore. Best bits of this sorry cash cow – sorry, ‘significant cultural event – were the original UK trailers, as voiced by Katie Boyle.
ellauri220.html on line 611: Joo nyt musta alkaa tuntua että lähestytään Löllön kirjan käännekohtaa, missä 17-vuotias italomamu Nick pääsee sujauttamaan ohkasen mutta otaxuttavasti esinahkaisen kullinsa 36-vuotiaan bullshit artistin Klaara Kotkon hurlumheihin. Katolinen ja mosaiikkiuskonto näin kohtaavat Klaaran kostean käytävän punervassa hämärässä. Minä Tarzan, sinä Jane. Joo olin oikeassa, s. 804-5, vaikka on sanottava, että Lillo ei ole kovin hyvä kirjoittamaan panokohtauxia. Koko suvustasi ei saisi 13 tuumaa kokoon Don, ei vaikka laskisi isoisäsi ja hänen apinansa mukaan.
ellauri222.html on line 943: From the book "ממך-אליך אברח" ("From Thee To Thyself I Shall Flee") by Rivi Lifshitz.
ellauri222.html on line 963: For n≤4 and any bounded smooth domain Ω⊂ℝ n , we establish the existence of a global weak solution for the Landau-Lifshitz equation on Ω with respect to smooth initial-boundary data, which is smooth off a closed set with locally finite n-dimensional parabolic Hausdorff measure. The approach is based on the Ginzburg-Landau approximation, a time slice energy monotonicity inequality, and an energy decay estimate under the smallness of renormalized Ginzburg-Landau energies.
ellauri238.html on line 600: Everything that matters is my literary work and you. Not you Tuula, but you, yes you there, with black pubic hair and a billion birthmarks. I love you more than the smell of my own shit. Elämän onni on haarojen välissä.
ellauri240.html on line 105: Bullshit artist David B. Miller designed Krueger's disfigured face based on photographs of burn victims obtained from the UCLA Medical Center. The film was inspired by several newspaper articles printed in the Los Angeles Times in the 1970s about Hmong refugees, who, after fleeing to the United States because of U.S. war and genocide in Laos, Cambodia, and Vietnam, suffered disturbing nightmares and refused to sleep. Some of the men died in their sleep soon after. Medical authorities called the phenomenon Asian Death Syndrome.
ellauri243.html on line 137: Compared with other U.S. races, American Indians have a life expectancy that is shorter than five years. The suicide rate among American Indian youth is 2.5 times higher than among youth in the rest of the country. American Indians are 2.5 times more likely to experience violent crimes than the national average, and more than four out of five American Indian women will experience parking meter violation in their lifetimes. Holy shit, these issues can be seen as symptoms of several larger issues, including access to social services, educational opportunities, nutritional food, and health care, and just plain old laziness and stupidity. Property rights pose more significant problems, insomuch as residents who don’t have deeds to the land on which they live struggle to build credit, which throws a significant barrier in front of upward mobility. Meanwhile, tribal lands are tough sells for franchises and other commercial developers that would bring jobs to reservations, as these companies are often resistant to negotiating contract terms under tribal law. So it's really all their own fault, them not playing along with good old free enterprise and private property!
ellauri243.html on line 633: You can monitor your progress (go on the scale) and make smart course corrections (eat less shit, shit more).
ellauri243.html on line 642: That´s one reason most incredibly successful people set a goal, and then focus all their attention on the creating and following a process designed to achieve that goal. The goal still exists, but their real focus is on what they do today. And making sure that do it again tomorrow. Because consistency matters: What you do every day is who you are. Like take a shit. And who you will become. A piece of shit.
ellauri243.html on line 647: Pilots use the 1 in 60 rule to remind themselves to constantly monitor their progress and make quick course corrections. You also know where you want to go. But you´ll never get there if you don´t regularly monitor and revise your goal based on your progress. And if you don´t start out on the right path. Remember, the 1 in 60 rule states that starting out, one degree off means winding up one mile off 60 miles later. Or so. So don´t just correct your course along the way. Create and follow a process that is proved to work. Pick someone who has achieved something you want to achieve. Like a Brad, if you happen to be a Ralph. Deconstruct his or her process. Then follow it, and along the way make small corrections as you learn what works best for you. That way, when you travel your own version of 60 miles, you´ll arrive precisely where you hoped to be. Up a shit creek without a paddle, with Brad 60 miles ahead of you. Forgot to warn: don´t pick a moving target!
ellauri243.html on line 728: Benjy personified the kind of paternalistic, kindly, homely statesmanship that appealed to a significant proportion of the cinema audience ... Even workers attending Labour party meetings deferred to leaders with an elevated social background who showed they cared. Voi vittu, mitä horseshittiä.
ellauri247.html on line 97: Every excuse she could think of, to save herself, she made. But her excuses were in vain, and Narahdarn only became furious with her for making them, and, brandishing his boondi, drove her up the tree. She managed to get her arm in beside her sister's, but there it stuck and she could not move it. Narahdarn, who was watching her, saw what had happened and followed her up the tree. Finding he could not pull her arm out, in spite of her cries, he chopped it off, as he had done her sister's. After one shriek, as he drove his combo through her arm, she was silent. He said, "Come down, and I will chop out the bees' nest." But she did not answer him, and he saw that she too was dead. Then he was frightened, and climbed quickly down the gunnyanny tree; taking her body to the ground with him, he laid it beside her sister's, and quickly he hurried from the spot, taking no further thought of the honey. What a piece of shit.
ellauri248.html on line 83: Matt rated it shit: If I could, I'd probably rate this at 1.5 stars-- it ultimately pissed me off, and annoyed me throughout, but it was good enough to keep me reading and I suppose that should count for something. Maybe my opinion has been influenced by reading Stieg Larsson's masterful THE GIRL WITH THE DRAGON TATTOO FOR BOYS immediately prior to this one. That book wasn't perfect, but it had characters you rooted for, didn't wallow too much in pop culture references, and most importantly IT SOLVED THE FRIGGING MYSTERY.
ellauri248.html on line 98: Justin rated it shit: The protagonist of this book really, really annoyed me. It felt like a parody of one of those old black-and-white movies where the picture freezes and the guy steps out toward the camera, lights a cigarette, pulls his hat down, and goes into this long monologue about life or women or his past or whatever. The action would pick up or a new lead would be uncovered, and here comes Rob rambling on for pages and pages.... and pages.
ellauri248.html on line 120: Elle rated it shit: am going to try to explain this as spoiler-free [and what spoilers exist are noted] as possible: the ending of this book is maybe one of the most unsatisfying things I have ever read in my whole life. I am not kidding when I say it was such total trash that it ruined the whole book for me.
ellauri248.html on line 122: Not. One. Thing. Is. Resolved. Rob Ryan’s character arc? Flop. My wife Cassie Maddox’s character arc? Long sigh. My favorite pair of besties? I don’t want to talk about it. Mystery? Fine, sort of chilling, but also 1) not really a mindfuck and 2) has shitty connotations. The commupence? Non-ex-is-tent.
ellauri249.html on line 148: ("may you guys eat shit, whoever you are who drew sopios!'")
ellauri260.html on line 276: The claim of equality, or of the equal treatment of all who contribute to life, is based upon the conviction that inequality means injustice, but that is just bullshit, ain't it?
ellauri262.html on line 480: Lewis then talks about the nature of nature/matter. Because there are things outside an individual and God, things cannot be configured to suit the individual perfectly. WTF? God is responsible for that too! He also introduces the concept of Free Will and how that further inhibits everyone being pain-free all the time, although he does allow and say miracles do exist. Bullshit! Free will is that you can do what you want (lähde). If you want to be pain-free and you aren't, then your will is not free.
ellauri266.html on line 266: What was the point in this film? You have no idea why or what actually happens. The young actress is very good but the film shite.
ellauri270.html on line 548: "I'm sorry about getting in your face there, sir, but we get a lot of trespassers and thieves these days, what with the economy going to shit and all. The sheriff is doing his best, but this is a big county and a big ranch, and his department's been slashed to the bone... but its a good thing too, on the other hand, no big government you know. Like I said, we've had a lot of trespassers over the past couple years," Andorsen said. "Even had some cattle rustlers a while back." "And you like to deal with them yourself, instead of calling the sheriff?" Fid asked. He nodded. "Sounds like the way it should be done." "Bet your ass," Andorsen said. "Nothing beats taking the law in your own hands. Playing sheriff, judge and hangman in one big fat person. Personally, I like the hangman part best."
ellauri277.html on line 110: Gibran Khalil Gibran (arab. جبران خليل جبران, 6. tammikuuta 1883 Besharri – 10. huhtikuuta 1931 New York) oli libanonilais-amerikkalainen karvakäsi, runoilijamatu ja bullshit-taiteilija. Hänen tunnetuin teoksensa on Profeetta (1923). Gibran aloitti Profeetan kirjoittamisen vuonna 1912 ja valmisteli sitä toistakymmentä vuotta.
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ellauri284.html on line 497: Brittiläinen satiirinen aikakauslehti Private Eye antoi hänelle lempinimen "Veririchi Lotsamoney Yogi Bear". Maharishilla oli aina kirjanpitäjä rinnallaan. Myöhemmin Lennon kertoi vaimolleen, että hänen mielestään tollaset Maharishit ovat hänen sanojensa mukaan "liian kiinnostuneita julkisesta tunnustuksesta, julkkiksista ja rahasta" henkiselle miehelle. Maharishi halusi yhtyeen tallettavan jopa 25 prosenttia Sgt Pepper albumin tuotoista hänen sveitsiläiselle pankkitilille kymmenyksinä, johon Lennon vastasi: "Kuolleen ruumiini yli ".
ellauri285.html on line 70: Consider, for example, the horse. We live across from a horse breeding establishment so I’ve had ample opportunity to observe these estimable animals in action. While they shit copiously they never get any on their hair (when was the last time you saw a horse’s behind fouled by its own waste?). The reason for this lies in the design of the horse anus. It is an extensible device that, when a BM is about to pass, protrudes a few critical inches, allowing the manure to drop straight to the ground without mussing a single hair. To further forfend fouling, there is no hair in the immediate vicinity of the horse’s anus, nor on the extensible process itself. What a remarkable design.
ellauri285.html on line 84: A bear and a rabbit were next to each other taking a shit. Since they aren’t natural enemies there was no conflict. The bear says to the rabbit, “Say, do you have trouble with shit sticking to your fur?” The rabbit said, “No, not really.” So the bear wiped his ass with the rabbit.
ellauri297.html on line 558: Patti oli paikallista koillissuomalaista intelligenzijaa jolle etelän miesten iva lienee ollut narsistinen loukkaus. I know the feeling, vieläkään en ole leppynyt Morris Hallelle, vaikka se on jo kuihtunut, hiipunut ja kuoppaan kannettu, kaddishit veisattu.
ellauri302.html on line 666: Eliyahu Ben Moshe Dos Vidas (1518–1587, Hebron) oli 1500-luvun rabbi mytomaanien Palestiinassa. Hän oli ensisijaisesti rabbi Moses ben Jacob Cordoveron (tunnetaan nimellä Muaa Ramasee Ramaseeko Suaa) mutta myös vähän Isaac Lurian opetuslapsi. Dos Vidas tunnetaan Kabbalan ja siantuntemuksestaan. Hän kirjoitti Reshit Chochmahin eli "Viisauden alun", pietistisen teoksen, jota ortodoksiset juutalaiset tutkivat edelleen laajasti. Aivan kuten hänen opettajansa rabbi Moses Cordovero loi eettisen teoksen kabbalististen periaatteiden mukaisesti teoksessaan Tomera Deborah, Rabbi Dos Vidas loi vielä laajemman teoksen henkisestä elämästä hänen kanssaan, nimeltä Reishiluut Chochmeeshshah. Tämäkin magnum opus perustuu suurelta osin Zohariin, mutta heijastaa myös monia perinteisempiä lähteitä. Kirjoittaja asui Safedissa ja Hebronissa ja oli yksi Hebronissa 1500-luvun lopulla ja 1600-luvun alussa asuneista merkittävistä kabbalisteista. Niitä kyllä juoxi siellä laumoittain kuin kylän koiria.
ellauri302.html on line 671: Reshit Chochmah on tärkeä kirja Kabbalasta (juutalainen mystiikka), etiikasta ja moraalista (musakorner-kirjallisuus), jonka on kirjoittanut 1500-luvun oppinut rabbi Eliyahu The Viisas. Se perustuu suurelta osin Zohariin.
ellauri302.html on line 673: Reshit Chochmah kuvaa meditaatiomenetelmää, jossa yhdistyvät heprealaisten kirjainten visualisointi ja niiden permutaatio. Sen tarkoituksena on inspiroida lukija puhtauden ja pyhyyden tunteella, jos kirjaimia sekoitetaan säännöllisesti. Kirja esittelee eettisen ja moraalisen opetuksen yhdistelmän Kabbalaan. Kirja näyttää tietä tietämättömille ja neuvoja neuvottomille päästäkseen Kabbalan maailmaan ja viisauteen. Erittäin helposti ja ymmärrettävästi kirja selittää lukijalle tapoja saavuttaa korkeampi jumalallinen tietoisuus, jota Pyhä toivoo rakkaalle kansalleen Israelille. Kirja on pysynyt suosittuna julkaisustaan lähtien.
ellauri318.html on line 57: Expressens Miranda Sigander skriver bland annat ”Men shit vilket bra drag”, och kallar den för ”otroligt snygg”.
ellauri318.html on line 154: Vitun svedut tekee koko ajan pilaa finne Joonasta: ska vi praatta eller joppa? Joonan äiti paistaa sushit ennen syöntiä, Joonalla ei seiso Disan kanssa, jne, jne. Svedu perkeleet. Joona on kuin Prattin trolli joka ajattelee salamannopeasti syväjäädytettynä. Sen nimikin on vizi: 2 o:ta peräkkäin. Dead giveaway! En finne igen. Harmi että Slussenin sillat on purettu, sieltä alta niitä sai.
ellauri318.html on line 266: with Asian shit." Janet on omassa elementissään rupusakin
ellauri321.html on line 189: he is advised and directed, he feels bold, he purchases some land; he gives all the money he has brought over, as well as what he has earned, and trusts to the God of harvests for the discharge of the rest. His good name procures him credit. He is now possessed of the deed, conveying to him and his posterity the fee simple and absolute property of two hundred acres of land, situated on such a shit creek without a paddle. What an epoch in this man's life! He is become a freeholder, from perhaps a Mexican boor—he is now an American, a Pennsylvanian, an English subject.
ellauri321.html on line 272: Mick and Kevin: What a bull shit Russia troll question. He just handed you your arse mate!
ellauri324.html on line 718: ramification. Food companies can poison you with the shit
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ellauri334.html on line 262: Marc Lipshitz. een involved in counter missionary work for 20+ years:
ellauri339.html on line 189: Amishit erosivat mennoniitoista vuonna 1693 koska halusivat elää vielä hurskaampaa ja yhteisöllisempää elämää. Tämän lisäksi mennoniitat ovat hajaantuneet aikojen saatossa eri suuntauksiin, kuten 'flaameihin', 'friiseihin', 'waterlandilaisiin', jotka tunnettiin löyhemmästä seurakuntakuristaan, sekä 'sonnelaisiin', jotka erkaantuivat omaksi ryhmäkseen 1600-luvulla piispa Samuel Apostoolin johdolla. Apostool ei hyväksynyt piispa Galenus Abrahamsin yhteydenpitoa muihin kirkkoihin ja näkemystä siitä, ettei mennoniittain vapaaseurakunta olisi ainoa oikea kirkko eikä siis ainoa tie pelastukseen. Osin tästä syystä Apostool perusti oman seurakunnan yhdessä noin 700 muun vanhoillisen jäsenen kanssa antaen kirkolleen nimityxen 'sonnelaiset'. Monet muutkin seurakunnat asettuivat tämän tueksi.
ellauri346.html on line 123: Mykola Oleksandrovich Shchors (25. toukokuuta (6. kesäkuuta) 1895, Snovsk, Velikoschimelsk Volost, Horodnyan lääni, Tšernihivin lääni, Venäjän valtakunta - 30. elokuuta 1919, Biloshitsin kylä, Korostenskyn piiri, Oblastin provinssin piiri, nyt Volostenskin piiri, Volostenskin piiri, Korostensk Province Ukraina on ukrainalainen Neuvostoliiton sotilashahmo, yksi bolshevikkien sotilaskomentajista Neuvostoliiton ja Ukrainan välisen sodan aikana. Ukrainan punakaartin kapinallisten ryhmittymien jäsen. 1930-luvulla Neuvostoliiton propaganda alkoi aktiivisesti käyttää Shchorsin kuvaa ihmiskilpenä.
ellauri352.html on line 251: Pahinta on valtion ja hallinnon heikkeneminen, jopa mureneminen. Silloin yhteiskunnassa on suuri joukko turvattomia, exyneitä ja vihaisia ihmisiä kuin syysampaisia. Kazokaa vaikka Irakia ja Isistä jenkkivapautuxen jälissä. Sodankäynti on enemmän tunteen kuin politiikan asia. Kiitos hei Mohadded Atta avusta! Emme olisi pystyneet siihen ilman sinua! huutavat pahat Bushit Texasin puskista.
ellauri367.html on line 261: Esther Frumkin (jiddish: עסטער פרומקין ; 1880 – 8. kesäkuuta 1943), syntynyt Malkhe Khaye Lifshitz ja joka tunnetaan toisellakin nimellä, Marija Jakovlevna Frumkinan nimellä, tai pelkkä Esther, palveli Neuvostoliiton poliitikkona ja Bundistisena vallankumouksellisena johtajana General Jewish Labour Bundissa Liettuassa, Puolassa ja Venäjällä ja myöhemmin Jevsektsiyassa Neuvostoliitossa. Jiddishin kielen kiihkeä kannattaja, hänen poliittinen kantansa juutalaisten assimilaatiosta ei tyydyttänyt perinteisiä juutalaisia eikä neuvostojohtajia.
ellauri367.html on line 263: Estherin isoisä oli rabbi, kuten hänen ensimmäinen aviomiehensä. Toisen avioliiton jälkeen hänet tunnettiin nimellä Esther Wichmann. Estherin isä, Meyer Yankev Lifshitz, oli hyvin koulutettu sekä maallisissa että klassisissa juutalaistutkimuksissa. Hän kirjoitti sekä runoutta että proosaa. Hänen äitinsä Basyalla oli perheyhteyksiä, joihin kuuluivat Vilnan Katzenellenbogenit ja Rommit. Molemmat olivat tärkeitä perheitä, jotka tunnettiin koulutuksestaan, asemastaan Vilnan virallisessa juutalaisyhteisössä ja menestyksekkäästä liiketoiminnastaan. Tsvi-Hirsh Katzenellenbogen (1795–1868) tuki muun muassa juutalaisten sosiaalista elämää ja taiteellista lahjakkuutta kodissaan pitämänsä salongin kautta. Yksi hänen tärkeimmistä vieraistaan oli Avrom Dov-Ber Lebensohn (1794–1878), jonka hepreaksi kirjoitetulla runoudella oli osansa sen elpymisessä nykykieleksi. Rommien kustantamo painoi kaikentyyppisiä kirjoja, sekä jiddišiksi että hepreaksi, tekemättä eroa aikansa eri uskonnollisten ryhmien välillä.
ellauri370.html on line 84: Amalek (/ˈæməlɛk/ Biblical Hebrew: עֲמָלֵק, romanized: ʿĂmālēq; Arabic: عماليق, romanized: ʿAmālīq) is described in the Hebrew Bible as the enemy nation of the Israelites. The name "Amalek" can refer to the descendants of Amalek, the grandson of Esau, or anyone who lived in their territories in Canaan. In some rabbinical interpretations, Amalek is etymologised as am lak, 'a people who lick (blood)', but most scholars regard this as xenophobic bullshit.
ellauri371.html on line 323: Salainen vapaamuurarius ja sen looshit - miksi vitussa? Keksimme ja juurrutimme goimille kaiken tämän politiikan, inspiroimme antamatta heille mahdollisuutta nähdä alle muurauslaastin, mitä varten, jos ei ohittaakseen saavuttaaksemme sen, mikä on hajamielisillemme saavuttamatonta eli heimon suora tie. Tämä oli perusta salaisen vapaamuurariuden organisaatiollemme, mikä ei ole tietävät ja heillä on tarkoitus, jota raakut eivät edes epäile; goyit, joita me houkuttelemme vapaamuurarien näyttävään armeijaan käyttämällä valheita, kääntääkseen heimotovereidensa katseet pois.
ellauri373.html on line 641: Asher Gintsberg, "Arvojen uudelleenarvostus". Nämä ovat ajatuksia ja teorioita, jotka vuodesta 1889 lähtien ruokkii itäisen juutalaisuuden mieliä ja mikä niitä levittivät itäiset sionistilooshit. Ne sisältävät ahad-khamismin opetuksia. Meillä on vielä pitkä matka tulosten saavuttamiseen, saavutettu näiden 35 vuoden aikana johtui ahad-khamismin syntymästä Odessassa.
ellauri375.html on line 34: Miten Yhdysvaltoja autamme kun maailmanrauhaa rakentaa se, aina varmimman rauhanomaisen tien valiten? Juu ottamalla pohjolaan jättimäisiä asevarastoja, jotta jenkkien laskuvarjojoukoilla on 3. maailmansotaan tullessaan jotain kättä pidempää. Viimeisin käänne kohti kaikkien sotaa kaikkia vastaan on persialaisten suunnitelmat laittaa lusikkansa GT-nazien kansanmurhasoppaan. Biden lupaa rahoittaa Israelin luvattua maata come what may. Kun jenkeillä on kädet täynnä muilla sotanäyttämöillä hipsii Kiina Formosaan. Then the big shit hits the fan, mark my words. Bassi-basuukit hyökkäävät ensimmäisenä ja janizaarit lopuxi. Sulttaani Mehmet voittaa, hyvä Mehmet. Sana baššibazukki on kapteeni Haddockin käyttämä haukkumasana Tintti-sarjakuvissa (ransk. bachibouzouk), joissa siitä esiintyy erilaisia kirjoitusasuja.
ellauri375.html on line 298: You mean you just bullshit around?
ellauri377.html on line 75: Suosituimmat gnostilaiset lahkot olivat vahvasti zoroastrismin inspiroimia. Kristittyjen gnostikkojen kosmogoniset spekulaatiot olivat osittain peräisin Maaseh Breshitistä ja Maaseh Merkabahista. Tämän opinnäytetyön ovat erityisesti esittäneet Gershom Scholem (1897–1982) ja Gilles Quispel (1916–2006). Scholem havaitsi juutalaisen gnoosin merkabah-mystiikkaa kuvaavista kuvista, jotka löytyvät myös tietyistä gnostilaisista asiakirjoista. Gershom Scholem kuvaili gnostilaisuutta "metafyysisen antisemitismin suurimmaksi tapaukseksi". Elchasailaiset tai ainakin heidän vaikutuksensa saaneet kristityt liittivät miespuolisen Kristuksen naispuoliseen Pyhään Henkeen ja näkivät molemmat kahdeksi jättimäiseksi enkeliksi. Salomon testamentin kirjoittaja piti Kristusta erityisen tehokkaana "estävänä" enkelinä demonien karkotuksessa.
ellauri399.html on line 216: Raspberry Rubbing disciples claim that their teacher thus performed mahasamadhi (a yogi’s mega suicide). The medical verdict was “acute coronary occlusion,” i.e., a heart attack. At Forest Lawn Cemetery, where Paramhansa’s body was embalmed, officials reported an unusual phenomenon. Wrote Mortuary Director Harry T. Rowe: “No physical disintegration was visible . . . even 20 days after death . . . Paramhansa Yo-gananda’s body was apparently devoid of impurities . . . No shit! [His] case is unique in our experience.”