What strikes me strangest for some reason is the mellow and romantic background music.
I live in Vegas, so literally nothing surprises me anymore--including perverts who literally rape their neighbors' Volkswagens, but I can't help but wonder if the guy playing the romantic background guitar music had to do about 300 takes because he kept bursting out laughing that it was in service to
a pervert who deepdicked an attack helicopter.
No one can save you from yourself.
When friends lie to you, call them liars,
and tell them to fuck off.
If you do not call bullshit on fake sincerity,
you will end up on global TV
with a finger up your ass.
Have you ever noticed this? It's pervasive in our society, but it's an easy thing to miss.
A stupid person can very easily look smart by simply asking a question that a smart person is unable to answer, and make the smart person look stupid, even if the reason is because the question is utterly fucking ridiculous.
It's a quick way to switch roles, when you're surrounded by people who can't tell the difference.
You look so much smarter asking unanswerable questions than fumbling an appropriate answer.
Give it a try sometime--find someone smarter than you, and with a lot of people watching, ask him to explain how he's not a rapist, and watch how he flounders and looks like an idiot trying to clear himself, while you walk away with the gold.
How far would you stretch your balls
for the one you love?
I've been blessed with about a month of totally lag free discussion on my site, and I have no idea why. It's not the number of posts, because I hit a record of over 1,000 on one discussion with several others still open, and no lag at all. Now the lag is back, so I'm shutting all discussions except this new one with no posts, and hopefully that will help. I know it's a dick move, but I have to work with what I've got. If you really want a discussion reopened, let me know and we'll give it a shot.
I should also take this opportunity to create a discussion about dick and pussy, which I enjoy more than just about anything. As many of you might realize, detectives were called "dicks" for some reason, up until around the 1950s. Since they made their entire career all about discovering the bad things people did, I can't imagine how they became known as dicks, but there you have it.
Please enjoy this link to the entire series of Doyle's original Sherlock Holmes with Jeremy Brett on youtube for FREE! Also feel free to post your own pictures of cats and kittens, or any detective related--or indeed "dick related" discussion, images, or videos.
Maine Shooter Robert Card was repeatedly cornholed all winter long by a large group of men who he later went all crazy Oswald with a gun, and shot them all.
Should getting repeatedly cornholed all winter be considered a defense in a mass shooting?
How stupid could a person be, and still be able to maintain upper respiratory control?
Cunk is one of the dumbest fuckin people I've ever seen in my life, and also my favorite person in the world besides Karl Pilkington. If ever they were to meet and do a talk show, I might quite literally die of a joygasm--honestly, I'd blow out a pupil and just stroke out on the spot--and by stroke out, well... you get the idea.
Cunk somehow accesses some of the most prestigious and knowledgeable authorities in the world, and asks them some of the dumbest fuckin questions you can imagine. Fortunately, she is a master of propriety and so she somehow gets away with it.
Her stories about her friend Paul are the stuff of legends--and if you look around on my site, you'll actually see that he posts regularly here, and you're very welcome to ask him yourself about any details to the stories she tells, which may have been omitted. I've known Paul for years, and I'm not sure all the things she says are true, but I'll leave that between you and Paul to sort out between you.
At some point in my life, I'm not sure where, but at some point in my relentless attempts to educate myself and make myself smarter, I realized that I was really fucking bored, and discovered that listening to really stupid people was often more educating than listening to intelligent and well-educated people, and I often learned more from them.
How can that be? Is that a sign that I've turned out stupid despite my efforts? Well, I'll leave that to others to judge, but in my opinion, you can only learn so much by reading and listening to other people--that will get you the mass of information--but sorting it, processing it, deciding what are facts, disambiguation, and most importantly, concluding what truth arises from it all--that requires a certain amount of exposure to the big mistakes people make in thinking, and there's nobody on this planet, besides maybe Karl Pilkington, who is as massive a klutz with their brain as Cunk.
I genuinely believe that once we've spent a significant portion of our life exposing ourselves to vast amounts of information, and hopefully sources that give us sincere and straightforward information about the world (good luck with that, by the way), the bad habits of logic, reason, and just plain shitty thinking, which have unexpectedly been built up over time without our knowledge, will remain stuck to us like glue if we don't make a priority of constantly analyzing how and why people go wrongheaded and fuck up their thinking flatter than hammered shit, all while trying so hard to get it right.
In order to understand failure, we have to do discovery and analysis, just like everything else in life--but it's so much easier to do objectively, because we're able to point out all the horrors of the freakshow without any damage to our own reputation. That's a really shitty way to live with real people, but videos with people we'll never know in our lifetime give us the opportunity to do this.
Who in the world is so totally fucked in the head as to seek out the finest Shakespearean orator in England, and tell him to shut up?--or seek out one of the finest historians at Oxford, and ask him if the Romans invented anal bleaching?--or one of the finest theater directors in England, and ask if getting a potato stuck up your ass counts as a proper tragedy?
Most of this sounds stupid as shit on the face of it, but what I find most fascinating, genuinely useful, and to some degree actually genius, is the fact that in her stupidity, there is always some pattern of wrongheaded thinking that many people succumb to without realizing it--and by putting showcasing those stupidities, we can become aware of how our own thinking might have been unnoticeably wrongheaded, and make corrections ourselves, which we might never have otherwise.
Sure, we should all try to think well, but with the ego involved, how can we know we're not doing so, if we don't take notice of how it all goes wrong? The ego lies.
It is for this reason I love Cunk and Karl Pilkington. They give us so much opportunity to learn how to NOT think.
I can't believe my fucking eyes.
The world is becoming a VERY strange place.
I think we can all agree he should have stuck with horsefucking.
"Nobody likes a whistler,
...particularly not the divinity that shapes our ends."
