India Becomes First Nation To Recognize Individual Right Of Self Ownership

You misunderstood, but I do apologize for my mixed up message.

I was just letting you know we had already done what you’d suggested.

And thanking your mother for raising such an articulate and challenging rhetorician.
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You sure did come in here guns’a’blazing, and that’s admirable. I’d be very interested in a discussion of the use of force.
http://www.thefirearmsforum.com/attachments/liberals-gun-moral-poster-liberal-demotivational-poster-view-jpg.25215/

You’re a hare, They’re the tortoise. I’m a wandering squirrel. Maybe they might make us all race. But it will all be a con. It won’t be what they say it was. We won’t be who they say they we are. The coward’s way is to sincerely compete in their rigged contests that provide them legitimacy, which nobody wins. We can Hogans Heroes it as a diversion, while the wingnut brigade surrounds the perimeter lays down some covering fire, and you all make your escape while I kipe their nuts then its off to the redoubts to roast their nuts on the campfire and live and fight another day.
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Train in Vain – The Clash

You say you stand by your man
Tell me something I don’t understand

You said you love me and that’s a fact
And then you left me, said you felt trapped

Well some things you can explain away
But the heartache’s in me till this day

Did you stand by me
No, not at all
Did you stand by me
No way

All the times
When we were close
I’ll remember these things the most

I see all my dreams come tumbling down
I can’t be happy without you around
So all alone I keep the wolves at bay
And there is only one thing that I can say

You must explain why this must be
Did you lie when you spoke to me

Now I got a job
But it don’t pay
I need new clothes
I need somewhere to stay

But without all these things I can do
But without your love I won’t make it through

But you don’t understand my point of view
I suppose there’s nothing I can do

Did you stand by me
No, not at all
Did you stand by me
No way

Mick Jones – Train in Vain
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3wU65Ka0Lq8

Love In Vain – Rolling Stones Cover of Robert Johnson

I followed her to the station with a suitcase in my hand
And I followed her to the station with a suitcase in my hand
Well it’s hard to tell, it’s hard to tell, when all your love’s in vain

When the train rolled up to the station, I looked her in the eye
When the train rolled up to the station, and I looked her in the eye
Well I was lonesome I felt so lonesome, and I could not help but cry

The train it left the station, was two lights on behind
When the train it left the station, was two lights on behind
Well the blue light was my blues and the red light was my mind

The Rolling Stones – Love In Vain (Live Texas 1972)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ryRDcE2sB2A

Security Check – Han Song

My wife and I are celebrating our twentieth anniversary today. After work, I walk to the mall and pick out a necklace for her; then I walk to the subway station in the mall to take the train home.

Subway stations are everywhere in New York City, and I do mean everywhere. The lines connect the most expensive neighborhoods with the poorest slums, and stations can be found in every shopping center, office building, theater, restaurant, nightclub, bar, church . . .

A group of security agents, dressed in black uniforms with red armbands, are stationed at the entrance. They stand with their arms held behind their backs, their feet planted firmly apart, and survey the crowd with cold gazes. I try to go by them nonchalantly, but my legs start going rubbery as soon as I meet their gaze. I take off my jacket without prompting and place it—the necklace nestled in a pocket—and my briefcase into the yawning, dark maw of the x-ray machine.

After the security check, they place a “safe” sticker on my chest.
Dazed and numb, I get on the subway. All the other passengers are also wearing “safe” stickers. Preoccupied, none of us say a word.

We’re at my stop. I walk home. My wife is already there. Trembling, I take out the necklace and hand it to her. She forces a smile and tries on the necklace once before putting it away. We eat dinner in silence, as is our habit. And then we go to bed, lying back to back, both of us quickly falling asleep.

We first met twenty years ago, also at a subway stop. Back then, everything was falling apart, and lawlessness reigned. One day, someone shouted that a killer was slashing at people in the subway, and we all panicked and stampeded. A woman in front of me fell; I rushed to help her up . . .

Later, she said to me, “No matter how chaotic the world becomes, as long as you’re with me, I’ll feel safe.”

Twenty years have passed, and life has been rendered one hundred percent safe, cleansed of all risks, dangers, and perils. It seems we’re left with nothing.
The loudspeakers installed in our neighborhood wake me up at four in the morning by blaring out the security briefing for the day. Only half awake, I fumble for my phone.

Old habits die hard. Phones had been abandoned a long time ago, after all the telecom companies ceased operations and the Internet was cut off. All of it had been done to make us safe.

My wife and I get up and leave separately to take the subway to work. She’s not wearing the necklace I gave her, and I pretend not to notice.

I walk by myself quietly. Under the dim streetlamps, pedestrians on the sidewalk scurry like a dull, gray swarm of rats, each clutching a briefcase, completely silent. Soon, I reach the station, where long lines of people wait to enter. Although advancing technology has sped up security checks, there are just too many people who must be processed. In this day and age, the subway is the only means of transportation left in the United States of America, all other modes having been outlawed.

More than an hour later, I finally reach the x-ray machine. Once again, I clench my teeth, and, though I’m fantasizing about striding into the station right past the security checkpoint, I do not even try to step out of line. One time, I did see someone try that stunt, and the security agents seized him right away and dragged him into a small cell next to the platform where they beat him to death as we all listened.

The train arrives in Manhattan. From the station I enter the office building through a tunnel. One by one, my colleagues arrive, their faces numb with exhaustion. How many of them have entertained the same fantasy of getting on the subway without going through security check?

In the restroom, Hoffman whispers to me, “Did you try it today?”
I shake my head. “Why do we suffer from this peculiar yearning?”
“Freedom.”
Every time Hoffman utters the word it sounds strange and chilling, even though I’ve heard it countless times.
He continues, “I want to live a life in which I am trusted, not watched and controlled . . . what about you, Louis?”
“I want to give my wife a gift. We’ve been married for twenty years.” Once again, I feel terrible. I ask, “When would I ever get a chance to give her a gift that hasn’t been changed?”
“Women don’t care about that,” Hoffman says; he means to comfort me. “She knows you’ve done your best.”
“No, she does care. If we keep on going like this, we’re headed for divorce. She and I don’t live in a vacuum. The bond between us—the bond between everyone—requires the sustenance of the ordinary objects of daily life. But whatever we buy ends up passing through the security checkpoints: the food we eat, the water we drink, cups, books, televisions, refrigerators, computers, the beds we sleep on, even wedding bands and condoms . . . you understand.”

Tears crawl down my face.

One time, Hoffman told me that the machine they use at security checkpoints isn’t really an x-ray machine. The government confiscates everything you put in; whatever emerges from the machine may look indistinguishable from what went in, but it has in fact been reconstituted. Atom by atom, the new objects are assembled, printed, and returned to the passenger. The process takes but an instant because our technology is so advanced. The new objects conform perfectly to the new American national security standards, with all elements deemed dangerous removed. If the objects contained any gasoline, it would be turned into water; if there were a gun, the bullets would be turned into rubber; if a computer contained harmful knowledge, it would be deleted and replaced with sanitized information.

Hoffman and I both dream of a day when we can ride the subway without going through security checks, but every time we tried to realize the dream, at the last minute, both of us would lose our courage and our legs would turn to rubber.

One time, Hoffman told me that some people did enter the subway without being checked.

“I saw it with my own eyes. One morning, a woman in front of me walked right past the security agents with her purse, bold as you please. The agents stood frozen in place like mannequins.”

“How was that possible? I saw someone try to do the same thing, but he was beaten to death right then and there,” I said. Was Hoffman hallucinating?
“It was true,” Hoffman said solemnly.
“What sort of woman was she?”
“I only saw that she was young and beautiful. After she went through, she looked back at all of us standing in line and smiled triumphantly.” Hoffman clicked his tongue in admiration.
“She must have used magic.”
“Magic, indeed. Perhaps an invisibility cloak . . . or some machine that jammed electromagnetic waves?”

I can’t remember much about the way things were twenty years ago, only that the country was very unsafe back then. I’ve watched special educational documentaries: the terrible explosions, gunshots, slashing knives, protest marches, petitions to the government, conflicts . . . everyone lived in terror, thinking danger was around every corner. Several times, a random shout or even a single shocked facial expression was enough to cause the crowd on Fifth Avenue to panic and stampede, trampling and injuring hundreds. Security threats were everywhere, as were hidden enemies. The 911 call centers were constantly swamped.

The White House had to mobilize a great deal of resources to enhance and expand the security system. The federal government took the lead, but the big companies on Wall Street and in Silicon Valley all participated. Through a public-private partnership, they invested money and technology to rebuild the entire city’s infrastructure into a system of security checkpoints. This was extremely important: buffeted by civil unrest and foreign threats, America was sliding down from its peak. It was no longer the hegemon of the world.

Those old enough to remember say that the nation almost collapsed overnight, barely avoided the fate of becoming a ward under the guardianship of those Chinese coming from over the Pacific. Thank God for the subway, for the security checks. They saved America.

Not only does the system guarantee safety, but the government is also able to gather all information contained in the objects taken onto the subway by passengers. Now, no one dares to make trouble. Even corruption has been eliminated—not just corruption, but also anything else destabilizing. Even so, the substitution of objects in the machines continues each day. The country still feels insecure. Security and insecurity: the two concepts were sometimes different, but often the same.

Hoffman tells me that this is fighting terror with terror. The terror produced by the security check mechanism is even more terrible, sufficiently powerful to shatter all other terrors. The price we pay is freedom.

But . . . the system obviously has holes. Hoffman saw someone enter the subway without going through security check. This was undoubtedly a miracle. Who was that woman who managed to bypass security so easily? Hoffman wanted to find her, but she has never reappeared.

After work, I go to the supermarket for groceries and then take the subway home, dejected. At the completely silent dinner table, I eat my food, ashamed and with sweat beading on my back like a man who has done something wrong. I think maybe things would be better if we had a child, but my wife and I have lost all interest in sex . . .

We finish dinner quickly and get into bed. In the middle of the night my wife wakes up abruptly and says, “Louis, we shouldn’t be together anymore.”
It has been a long time since we’ve really talked. I understand that she’s disappointed in my weakness, my lack of courage. For twenty years I haven’t been able to bring her a single, true, unaltered gift. Because the objects that connect us have grown more and more unfamiliar, the two of us have been drifting ever further apart.

Hoping against hope, I say, “A colleague mentioned that someone managed to bypass the security check and get into the subway. I want to try it, too.”
She looks at me as though I’m a stranger, her eyes full of tears. She doesn’t know that I’ve already tried—and failed to carry through—many times.
The next day, I’m arrested. My wife reported me by calling 911, telling them that I was about to try to break through a checkpoint. She said she suspected that I was a terrorist in disguise.

Three years later, I’m released from prison.

The world remains the same, except that my wife has divorced me. I find Hoffman. Like before, he tries to comfort me. “It’s not a big deal. I’ve figured something out during the last few years: life is a long security check, and not everyone passes. You just have bad luck.”

I ask him whether he’s found that mysterious woman. He shakes his head. Then he suggests that I leave the country.
“What? Leave America?” Surprise made my voice louder than normal. Very few people ever think of leaving America.

He shrugs. “If you can’t get through security check, you might as well leave. I’ve heard that some countries don’t require so much security on their subways.”

I find the very concept absurd. Deep down, I’ve never thought of leaving America—it’s not that I’m very patriotic, just that I’ve grown used to my country. Life is just surviving one day after the other.

“You’re divorced and you’ve been to prison,” says Hoffman. “Even if you try to break through security check again it will be a meaningless gesture.”
“What about you? Will you leave as well?” I ask helplessly, having lost my goal in life.

“No, I’m going to stick it out. Maybe a day will come when I can bypass security check and win freedom in my own country through my own efforts.” He sounds like a stubborn child.

I lack Hoffman’s courage and tenacity, and my body and spirit are on the verge of collapse. So I start the paperwork for leaving the country. Though I fear that it will be difficult, it turns out to be simple. They actually really like it when you leave, and it’s best if you never return. Of course, they want the departure to be voluntary. They’ve never forcefully exiled an American citizen.
I choose to go to the People’s Republic of China.

Judging by official statistics, this is the world’s most secure country. I obtain a temporary residence permit in Shanghai and live on government subsidies. The Chinese subway does not require security checks; they really are that confident. But I’ve lost all interest in the subway. When I’m bored, I go to an Internet cafe and browse for news about America. In China, anyone is free to use the Internet. China is the freest country in the world.

There’s lots of news about America on the Web. I find out that my motherland, though it still appears familiar, is in fact changing every day. It isn’t just the goods carried by the passengers that are being replaced. To ensure security to the greatest extent possible, each day the entire United States is remade. The Chinese observe and analyze America with great interest. They’ve discovered that the entire territory of the United States is filled with nanomachines: from the rural countryside to the big cities, from the broad rivers to the majestic mountains, everything is renewed daily. Harmful things have no safe harbor in that land.

But this phenomenon can only be observed from the outside and at a distance because no outsiders are allowed to enter the United States. Theoretically, no one can pass through the American border security check system. Americans who are inside its borders cannot detect the changes because they think every day is the same as the day before.

Sometimes I wonder if the Chinese are observing and analyzing this because they are worried that America might one day deploy this technology to replace another country, or even the whole world.

But my worries are unfounded. America is focusing its security checks inwards, replacing itself. The effort has occupied all of its energy, with nothing left for other countries.

Gazing back from the other shore of the Pacific, I see a truly wondrous sight. The self-substituting America churns in constant transformation: one moment it’s like a wild flower—blossoming with a pop, collapsing, wilting, changing color from red to black, from yellow to white—and the next moment it’s like a dying star. Caught up in the changes are my compatriots. They are replaced and remade daily: from blood to muscle, from life to thought, becoming new people without knowing it themselves. From inside America, nothing is seen to change—every day people ride the subway to work like rats. But from China, the changes cannot be more obvious. I suppose this is a difference in frames of reference.

The dominant mainstream majoritarian Clover Sapiens demand nothing less than your complete subjugation until your eventual extinction.

4 year old in NM killed as expected given the actions taken
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/entry/girl-killed-road-rage_56278ba8e4b08589ef49d060

To Clover Sapiens, life is a matter of creating the best system to control everyone and then constantly tweaking it. That is the meaning of life and only allowable answer.

Try anything else, and they’ll swerve across the double yellow lines and put you into the barditch.

Check these article comments out:

Rod Haney · Burnaby, British Columbia
I can just hear Wayne LaPierre and the NRA now,,,
“If the child had a gun, she could have defended herself,,,”
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Sol Garling-Squire · Chair, Division of Pre-senility Cantankerism at Imperial College of Experiential Diversity
And the reason the shooter has a gun is what? The reason we do not require a license of a gun just as we do for driving a car is what? How many more unbalanced people with firearms have to kill us before we do something about this. Guns are not about freedom. They are about death. We need to get some sanity in the equation of public safety, responsible gun ownership, and end the extremist blither that makes a rational and reasonable solution possible.
Like · Reply · 40 · 6 hrs

Allison Clough Goodwin
Conservatives love to say places like Sweden give out guns. They always fail to follow that up with – places like Sweden provide EDUCATION and TRAINING on how to use a firearm.

There is no sanity with the NRA. I couldn’t agree with your post more…
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Sol Garling-Squire · Chair, Division of Pre-senility Cantankerism at Imperial College of Experiential Diversity
Allison Clough Goodwin, Switzerland, actually, and what you say is correct. The Swiss actually have strict gun laws on both ownership and use. The NRA blither makes it sound like a bit of Texas in the middle of Europe, which it is absolutely not.
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Victor Jay · Teacher at Orange County Public Schools
20-1st graders were shot in the face and we did nothing as a country to put tighter restrictions on guns. This will not change anything. Not until politician’s kids start being murdered will they do anything about this.
Like · Reply · 27 · 6 hrs

Allison Clough Goodwin
Craig Schultz – The Manchin Toomey Amendment was a common sense approach to improving laws that were all ready on the books and even then the NRA supporters couldn’t get behind that!
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Lee Naylor · University of Minnesota-St. Paul
Craig Schultz Outlaw open carry, Cut Concealed carry to only those who can prove a need (almost no one). I believe you will see this 4-year old would still be alive.
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Clay Coleman ·
Because, you know, a f’ing gun solves everything!
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Laura Burris
But but, the GUN didn’t kill her, the person who had the gun killed her. SMDH *conservative logic*
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Liz Gonzales
This is so very tragic. Wonder if Mr. Big Stuff is feeling okay with himself today knowing he brutally took the life of a 4 yr.old.

I long for the day when guns are just as taboo as cigarettes. They said the tobacco lobby was too big to take down but it was. The same can be done to the gun lobby.
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Genna Flecter · My Private Siesta at Self-Employed
I’m sorry to say, it will never be that way. If the cigarette companies stopped producing cigarettes, all cigarettes would be gone in a year. If the gun makers stopped making guns, there would still be billions of guns on this planet until each and every one is destroyed. That may never happen. Pandora’s box has been thrown wide open by the NRA and the military industrial complex. Guns are here to stay for the next several hundred years, even if we closed down gun makers today.
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Tim Smith
The Big Tobacco lobby was taken down? I don’t know who told ya, but they’re bigger and badder than ever. Now they’re investing millions in shutting down the vaping community; they want the control AND the $2Billion in vaping revenue from 2014.
Like · Reply · 1 · 4 hrs

Hank Cunningham
Guns, guns, guns, guns, guns, guns, we are living in the wild west, thanks NRA.
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Barbara Zilz · Fairborn, Ohio
How much more awful does it have to get?
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Debra Moore
Oh, much, much more awful. Until we grow some courage and stand up to the NRA and ALL the nutters with guns, this will get worse.
Like · Reply · 15 · 6 hrs

Genna Flecter · My Private Siesta at Self-Employed
I wonder what we humans would think if we came across an animal that built weapons to kill its fellow species members. We’d say that species was biologically crazy, wouldn’t we?
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Cesar De La Rosa · 3D Generalist, Compositor at Reveal 42
I am sure his freedom to do as he pleases on the road was in danger therefore he needed to protect his constitutional rights…Another responsible gun owner.
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Richard S Kurtz · NOVA Community College
The fact of the matter is that gun owners are law abiding citizens… right up to the day they’re not.
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Fred DeCicco
why wasn’t that toddler armed so she could have shot back. The only thing that stops a bad guy with a gun is a toddler with a gun
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Debra Moore
TOO MANY GUNS AND TOO MANY NUTTERS!!!

And that is all I have to say to this one.
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Christopher Laieta
Pew pew pew
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Colleen Nakamura · University of Hawaii
Police chief this kind of violence is happening too often….well this innocent life would not be lost if no GUN was used. Guns for defense? Please give me a break….
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Ann Dash
Yep – the gun-happy west – what else is new. Sickening.
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Pat Paliotti Mulrath
Hey, hey, NRA another child died today
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Scott Goold
Hilarious!!! Live by the gun, die by the gun. Gun lovers want guns everywhere. This is the result. Now, people cry crocodile tears. This is what Americans get when they listen to the NRA and the pro-gun industry. Maybe after a few million more kids are murdered, America will wake up to the Second Amendment deception.
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Snappy McMartin · Wordsmith at Marketing Drone
“A well regulated Militia, being necessary to the security of a free State, the right of the people to keep and bear Arms, shall not be infringed.”

Still waiting for the “well regulated” part. This tragedy just turns my stomach.

And people need to chill the f out while driving. Trust me, you’ll arrive at your destination. Roads are for sharing.
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Charles Stewart
At least you’re preserving the 2nd Amendment America!! Good luck with this…
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Anna Luhman · Ks Wesleyan University
This is what happens when we have guns everywhere held by anyone, with no ability to determine whether a person should have a gun or not.
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Mary Corder · Indiana University-Purdue University Indianapolis (IUPUI)
Yeah we need more people with hot heads who ride around in their cars with guns. Oh, that’s right, guns don’t kill people, people do. He would have had some trouble throwing a knife through the window of a moving car.
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Young raging clover throws a basketball at a girl on a bike
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XIpFQPPElls

The clover exists only to the extent he interferes with other people trying to mind their own business and enjoy their life.

He is a vessel of negation, and of arresting others to pay him attention using any trick of violence or inconvenience he can muster.
No one would willingly spend a second with him otherwise, of course.

At this point in his maturation, the clover interloper predator mindset is fully formed, and nothing human can be salvaged.

The best thing now, is to segregate and isolate him from natural productive humanity, so he no longer interferes and infects the useful population.

And just what the hell is that adult-sized manatee thing on the left. Yeesh.

That genderless blob of metrosexual jelly is most likely the culprit of this budding young malevolence, he should also be avoided like a leper as well as his demonic little clover spawn.

Larken Rose – All Order Followers Are Bad People {Police & Military}
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8W57SacLn20

Josie Wales – Free Your Mind 3 Conference Sept 2015
http://ericpetersautos.com/2015/10/12/india-becomes-first-nation-recognize-individual-right-self-ownership/

USAF Environmental Specialist Kristen Meghan – Blows Whistle On Air Force – Chemtrails
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rAxXyMAmBMs

Chinese doctors bowing to an 11 year old boy shortly before he died from brain cancer. He saved several lives by donating his organs to the hospital he was being treated in.
http://i.imgur.com/Qli92HD.jpg

A.I. beats humans in test
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/sciencetech/article-3276604/Artificial-intelligence-breakthrough-intuition-algorithm-beats-humans-data-test.html

Langenlohnsheim, a village in Rheinland-Pfalz with 4,000 inhabitants, learns it will receive 3,000 lovely and enriching Muslim immigrants. Mundanes are told: “If you don’t like hosting refugees in your town, you can leave the country.”
http://pamelageller.com/2015/10/town-of-4000-finds-out-it-will-receive-3000-refugees-if-you-dont-like-hosting-refugees-in-your-town-you-can-leave-the-country.html/

America should be boycotted and shunned by all decent nations, it is out of control
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/worldnews/asia/afghanistan/11935559/America-and-Afghanistan-must-investigate-the-Kunduz-hospital-bombing.html

No more trade or dealings with America until it rejoins the civilized world. It’s become broken beyond self-repair.

That’s what libertarians should advocate, at a minimum.

Googuhl? Evil? You have no idea

Brace yourself for an exhaustive rundown of Googuhl’s master plan and the company’s ultimate goal
http://www.infoworld.com/article/2610434/cringely/google–evil–you-have-no-idea.html

Why Googuhl Is the New Evil Empire
http://www.foxbusiness.com/technology/2015/04/20/why-google-is-new-evil-empire/

Googuhl Is Not What It Seems – J. Assange
https://wikileaks.org/google-is-not-what-it-seems/

Things are bigger in Texas, sure…

But only in China, is there a 50 lane traffic jam
http://www.autoblog.com/2015/10/08/traffic-jam-china-drone-video/

Watch: China’s traffic jam makes India’s road troubles seem trivial
http://www.firstpost.com/world/highway-to-hell-chinas-traffic-jam-makes-indias-traffic-trouble-seem-trivial-2465896.html

China holds the title of having the worst traffic jam to date. In 2010, the China National Highway 110, which runs from Beijing to Yinchuan was clogged for an astounding 12 days over a 100-kilometer stretch of road. Travelers were stuck in their cars for up to five days, and a mini-economy of overpriced food, water, and cigarettes sprang up instantly.

Great Crawl of China: Vendors cash in on 60-mile traffic jam that’s lasted 11 days – with no end in sight
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1306058/China-traffic-jam-enters-11th-day-officials-admit-weeks.html

Everyone loves the cetacean.

But who has love for the libertarian cat?

The Cat Who Walked By Himself – R. Kipling
http://www.boop.org/jan/justso/cat.htm

Flesch–Kincaid Level of Readability: 6.4
Word Count: 4,108. Genre: Fantasy.

O my Enemy and Wife of my Enemy and Mother of my Enemy, said the Cat, ‘it is I; for you have spoken three words in my praise, and now I can drink the warm white milk three times a day for always and always and always.

But still I am the Cat who walks by himself, and all places are alike to me.’

Then the Woman laughed and set the Cat a bowl of the warm white milk and said, ‘O Cat, you are as clever as a man, but remember that your bargain was not made with the Man or the Dog, and I do not know what they will do when they come home.’

‘What is that to me?’ said the Cat. ‘If I have my place in the Cave by the fire and my warm white milk three times a day I do not care what the Man or the Dog can do.’

That evening when the Man and the Dog came into the Cave, the Woman told them all the story of the bargain while the Cat sat by the fire and smiled.

Then the Man said, ‘Yes, but he has not made a bargain with me or with all proper Men after me.’ Then he took off his two leather boots and he took up his little stone axe – that makes three – and he fetched a piece of wood and a hatchet -that is five altogether -, and he set them out in a row and he said, ‘Now we will make our bargain.

If you do not catch mice when you are in the Cave for always and always and always, I will throw these five things at you whenever I see you, and so shall all proper Men do after me.’

‘Ah,’ said the Woman, listening, ‘this is a very clever Cat, but he is not so clever as my Man.’

The Cat counted the five things – and they looked very knobby – and he said, ‘I will catch mice when I am in the Cave for always and always and always; but still I am the Cat who walks by himself, and all places are alike to me.’

‘Not when I am near,’ said the Man. ‘If you had not said that last I would have put all these things away for always and always and always; but I am now going to throw my two boots and my little stone axe – that makes three – at you whenever I meet you. And so shall all proper Men do after me!’

Then the Man threw his two boots and his little stone axe – that makes three – at the Cat, and the Cat ran out of the Cave and the Dog chased him up a tree; and from that day to this, Best Beloved, three proper Men out of five will always throw things at a Cat whenever they meet him, and all proper Dogs will chase him up a tree.

But the Cat keeps his side of the bargain too. He will kill mice and he will be kind to Babies when he is in the house, just as long as they do not pull his tail too hard.

But when he has done that, and between times, and when the moon gets up and night comes, he is the Cat that walks by himself, and all places are alike to him.

Then he goes out to the Wet Wild Woods or up the Wet Wild Trees or on the Wet Wild Roofs, waving his wild tail and walking by his wild lone.

PUSSY can sit by the fire and sing, Pussy can climb a tree,
Or play with a silly old cork and string, To’muse herself, not me.

But I like Binkie my dog, because, He knows how to behave;
So, Binkie’s the same as the First Friend was, And I am the Man in the Cave.

Pussy will play man-Friday till, It’s time to wet her paw
And make her walk on the window-sill, For the footprint Crusoe saw;

Then she fluffles her tail and mews, And scratches and won’t attend. But Binkie will play whatever I choose, And he is my true First Friend.

Pussy will rub my knees with her head, Pretending she loves me hard; But the very minute I go to my bed, Pussy runs out in the yard,

And there she stays till the morning-light; So I know it is only pretend; But Binkie, he snores at my feet all night, And he is my Firstest Friend!

Cato is the party behind the state freedom index resource. It is one of the top think tanks anywhere, and the highest ranked libertarian institute.

Top 30 Think Tanks Worldwide
http://guides.library.upenn.edu/content.php?pid=323076&sid=2644795

So who is this Cato Cat?

Libertarian Cato is number the 14th highest ranked think tank in the world. It was founded by Crane, Koch, and Rothbard in 1974.

Cato’s Mission; To originate, disseminate, and increase understanding of public policies based on the principles of individual liberty, limited government, free markets, and peace.

Who is John Galt. Allison. New Captain of Cato’s Think Tank Gulch?
http://www.forbes.com/sites/ralphbenko/2012/07/02/who-is-john-allison-a-randian-libertarian-business-icon-takes-over-the-cato-institute/

“The Cato Institute is the foremost upholder of the idea of liberty in the nation that is the foremost upholder of the idea of liberty,” – George Will.

Cato, is the bellwether of the libertarian school. And libertarians often cast the deciding “swing vote” in policy matters.

When the libertarian movement sided with conservatives on foreign and tax policy, that united front set the stage for the defeat of international communism.

Libertarians helped set the stage for the push to reduce the top U.S. federal tax rate from 70% to 28%, and for nation after nation to adopt far lower rates on their own.

Libertarians’ efforts helped enable world prosperity to blossom and skyrocket.

When most libertarians sided with liberals on cultural issues such as abortion and gay marriage, the liberals prevailed.

Cato is “the cat who walks by himself and all places are alike to him.”

When the libertarian cat throws her weight around, she turns out to be a tiger. Cato weighs in on economic issues far more often than on social issues.

Hence Cato, in practice, is counted as more of an asset of the Right than the Left. A potential implosion of the bellwether of the libertarian faction is a matter of grave civic import, more so than many outsiders understand. The Authoritarian Left certainly has been hoping that Cato would somehow implode.

The head of Cato has said: “One of the things that I really want to do is make this a moral fight instead of a fight around the technical aspects of economics.

The libertarian vision is a moral vision and we own the moral high ground. A free society is the only society in which people can think for themselves and pursue their rational self-interest.”
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Russia launching rocket strikes on Islamic State targets from warships in the Caspian Sea 930 miles away.
http://www.bbc.com/news/world-middle-east-34465425

Once humans have the rights of dolphins there………but they aren’t likely to. As I understand it, most of the land is owned by big corporations, very rich people or govt. of some sort. But you’re free to stand in the Ganges, one of the most polluted streams in the world, and take your morning “bath”……if you can find elbow room.

Tor,
It is sad when an animal is apparently given more rights than individual people.

At least this might bring some good for some dolphins.