On Oct. 13, 1940, a Regina chiropractor named Joshua Haldeman appeared in city court to face two charges under the Defence of Canada Act.
His alleged offence was belonging to Technocracy Incorporated, an organization that had been banned by the Canadian government several months earlier as part of a larger sweep of groups it considered subversive to the war effort.
Technocracy Incorporated was not a political movement – in fact, politicians or members of political parties were not allowed to join. It was founded in New York City in 1933 as an educational and research organization promoting a radical restructuring of political, social and economic life in Canada and the United States, with science as its central operating principle.
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There would be no politicians, business people, money or income inequality. Those were all features of what Technocracy called the “price system,” and it would have to go.
There would be no countries called Canada or the United States, either – just one giant continental land mass called the Technate, a techno-utopia run by engineers and other “experts” in their fields. In the Technate, everyone would be well-housed and fed. All material needs would be taken care of, whether you had a job or not.
Joshua Haldeman was a leader of Technocracy Incorporated in Canada from 1936 to 1941, but eventually became disillusioned with both the organization and the country, and packed up his young family to start life anew in South Africa.
In June 1971, Haldeman’s daughter Maeve gave birth to his first grandson. His name is Elon Musk.
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The organizers apologized Sunday, saying they meant no disrespect.
"Clearly there was never an intention to show disrespect to any religious group. On the contrary, I think [with] Thomas Jolly, we really did try to celebrate community tolerance," Paris 2024 spokesperson Anne Descamps said Sunday.
"We believe that this ambition was achieved. If people have taken any offence we are, of course, really, really sorry."
The International Olympic Committee (IOC) chimed in on Sunday, too, saying on X it "welcomes the clarification given by the Paris 2024 organizing committee regarding the opening ceremony."
Queens everywhere!'
The opening ceremony came as drag in France has experienced a revival. It also marks a historic moment for diversity, as some LGBTQ publications pointed out, with stars like Nicky Doll of RuPaul's Drag Race and Drag Race France Season 3 winner Piche taking the stage to participate in a fashion runway segment.
"This is a huge moment for queer and drag representation at a global event like the Olympics, and also shows how French drag artists are becoming mainstream stars in the country," wrote Out magazine. "Queens everywhere!"
Doll, who also carried the Olympic torch, wrote on Instagram that it was an "absolute honour to perform in front of billions of people around the world, and celebrate our Olympians."
"And remember, to the ones that had their feathers ruffled seeing queerness on their screen: We ain't going nowhere."
Hugo Bardin, whose drag queen character Paloma took part in the tableau, told Reuters they were disappointed Paris 2024 had felt compelled to apologize.
"An apology means recognizing a mistake, recognizing that you deliberately did something to harm, which was not the case," Bardin said.
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"What bothers people isn't that we're reproducing this painting," Bardin said, "what bothers people is that queer people are reproducing it."
They are seeing this as a victory. It's clear mockery against a group and they have gotten away with it. If you are American or living in the west you might be in an echo chambler that universally agrees this is wrong.
But in THE REST of the world like Europe they see this as a good thing and laugh at triggered oldje christians, society is moving forward with or without you. That's the message i'm reading here.
STATEMENT BY ARCHBISHOP CARLO MARIA VIGANO following the sacrileges and scandals of the Paris Olympic Games The opening ceremony of the Paris Olympic Games is only the latest in a long series of vile attacks on God, the Catholic Religion and natural Morality by the antichristic elite that holds Western countries hostage. We had seen no less disconcerting scenes at the 2012 London Olympics, the 2016 inauguration of the Gotthard Tunnel, and the 2022 Commonwealth Games, featuring infernal figures, goats, and terrifying animals. The elite who organizes these ceremonies demand not only the right to blasphemy and the obscene display of the foulest vices, but even their mute acceptance by Catholics and decent people, who are forced to suffer the outrage of seeing the most sacred symbols of their Faith and the very foundations of the Natural Law desecrated. We witnessed a dystopian dance macabre in which holograms of the horsemen of the Apocalypse alternated with a plump blue Dionysius, served under a bell of various courses; the parody of the LGBTQ+ Last Supper, the truculent performance of a decapitated Marie Antoinette singing Ça ira called to celebrate the horrors of the French Revolution; the ballets of bearded transvestites and effeminate dancers accompanied by pitiful mime singers. In this provocative spectacle, Satan knows how to do nothing except ruin God's creative perfection, showing himself as the envious author of every counterfeit. Satan creates nothing: he only ruins everything. He does not invent: he tampers. And his followers are no different: they humiliate woman's femininity in order to erase the motherhood that recalls the Virgin Mother; they castrate man's manhood in order to tear from him the image of God's fatherhood; they corrupt the little ones in order to kill innocence in them and make them victims of the most abject wokeism. The opening ceremonies of the Olympic Games have given scandal, not only because of the arrogant display of the ugly and the obscene, but because of the infernal subversion of Good and Evil, the insane claim to be able to blaspheme and desecrate everything, even what is most sacred, in the name of an ideology of death, ugliness, and lies that defies Christ and scandalizes those who recognize Him as Lord and God. It is no coincidence that the one sponsoring this revolting carnival is an emissary of the World Economic Forum, Emanuel Macron, who passes off a transvestite as his own wife with impunity, just as Barack Obama is accompanied by a muscular man in a wig. It is the reign of mystification, of falsehood, of fiction erected as a totem, in which man is disfigured precisely because he was created in the image and likeness of God. Tolerance cannot be the alibi for the systematic destruction of Christian society, a society by which billions of honest and hitherto silent people identify themselves. This prevarication must end! And it must end not so much and not only because it hurts the sensibilities of believers, but because it offends the Majesty of God. Satan does not have the rights of God, evil cannot be put on the same level as Good, nor can lies be equated with Truth. This is what our civilization is based on, a civilization that some would like to bury under the physical and moral rubble of a world in shambles. It must be made clear that the patience and forbearance of the faithful and of citizens have been exhausted, that it is no longer time to "deplore" but to act, even and especially when civil and religious authority are complicit in the betrayal. It is therefore necessary for Christians to organize around the world with concrete actions, first and foremost with a boycott of the Olympic Games and all their sponsors. It is equally necessary for companies not subservient to globalism to revoke their sponsorship contracts, and for delegations and individual athletes to withdraw from the Games, which were inaugurated under the worst auspices. We must expect and demand that those responsible for this intolerable bullying be held accountable for their actions, as well as for the corruption that also accompanies this event. Finally, the homosexual set designer who gave birth to this blasphemous and vulgar spectacle must repay the fee that Macroniades charged French taxpayers. I urge Catholics to make reparation by prayer, fasting, and penance for the outrages perpetrated against Our Lord Jesus Christ and against our holy Religion. And may the confident recourse of those who are good before the Throne of the Most High not be divorced from a general awakening of consciences, so that the King of kings may once more reign over nations, societies, families, and the Church. + Carlo Maria Viganò, Archbishop July 28, 2024 Dominica X post Pentecosten
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No, the horse hat was too far and way over the line and completely out of pocket.
I would like to debunk this entire horse hat drama first of all 1. That video was sent to BradleyB, not a child 2. He is not naked in the video like bradley fantasizes about and it's not a video sent to a child, he is just shirtless for some reason 3. Bradley is a known prolific liar
All of these factors determined only leads to one conclusion ; The horse hat video was a completely innocent video of wariat showing off his K3wl!!!1! horsie hat to the chums in telegram only for bradley after smoking crack to take the video and run wild with false accusations and say he actually sent it to a child (whom he and fox admit are already in contact with) yeah smells fishy to me , may the horsehat salesman guide me towards the truth 🐴 ✨ 🗝️ 👨🏻💼 🤝🏼 🕴 💼 🐴 🐴.°˖⋆ ℧ 𓃗 .°˖⋆.°˖⋆ ℧ 𓃗 .°˖⋆.°˖⋆ ℧ 𓃗 .°˖⋆.°˖⋆ ℧ 𓃗 .°˖⋆🐴 🤠🎠 The ♞ Happy 🐴 Horse 🏇 Hat 🦄 Salesman 🐎🎩 Oh, the horse hat salesman, wise and true, In a world of chaos, he leads us through, With a hat upon the steed's noble brow, He guides us to clarity, here and now.
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In the past I tried a couple of times in an apartment I was living at when my room mate went away but the footsteps from upstairs kept putting me off. You see, after a few days up with not much food, you start to feel like you are the cause of all things happening. This is because you are high on a class A substance with a bad stigma which could concur heavy charges if police found you with a even Half-G. You think people are out to get you. You clicked the lighter too many times and now they know. You feel like all footsteps and banging noises are because there is a person in there, up there, down there, who knows what you are doing and are completely disgusted by you, your crystal meth use and dirty noises! You stare at the roof or the walls tracing out where they are and what they are doing.
After 24 hours you are sure they are just sitting listening to you. You think that they're on the other side of the wall waiting for you to make another dirty sex noise. The lube squirting, your cock stroking, all the stray moans and constant clicking. You start to picture this person and the look of disgust they'd have if they saw you just sucking your own butt plugg because you have nearly run out of depraved activities available within reach. You catch yourself in the mirror mid crank sometimes and it can even scare yourself. I've caught myself a few times. Wide eyed, buck naked, hand clutching dirty dick looking ashamed that its me looking back.
Sometimes there are legitimately people in another room around you who may of heard you but no one is going to tap on the wall politly and tell you to stop wanking. nor are you going to knock on the neighbours door and ask if they heard you spitting at your dick just moments ago. You get caught in limbo. You are happy jacking then all of a sudden the vacant apartment below you erupts with noise or the neighbours didn't actually go away for holiday like they said they would, their baby starts to cry and you fel like its your fault.
Last airbnb I stayed at was above a shop according to all the google maps and pictures on the site but the back end stuck out over a carpark so I though thats my spot, perfect, whole place and the room for wanking is not on top, beside or below anything else. $1,500 bux later I arrived to find that renovations had changed that. But the place did not look functional, espevcially at night time. But after setting up my TV's and moniters and what not I started toking. Once you start you are in and things wont be the same for days. 20 minuets into my first Misha video I was feeling so good, captivated, talking to the screen 'show mw that asss Misha babe, yeah?". then all of a sudden I hear cupboards closing loudly downstairs.
After this I was set of. I kept changing locations around the place but kept hearing noises. Like they were following me. But I kept toking and trying to wank. The building was nice, but built cheep. The walls like paper and it was windy so the place kept creeking and cracking. There was a construction site next door and the builders convos travelled through the property. I even left for a motel. On the way out I saw the place downstairs that by now I thought was being lived in had all its lights off. I got to the motel but backed out, thinking "you are just paranoid mate" and got a cab back and started wanking again.
Then the creaking and the cracking plus the fact I'd been up for 3 days got me so distracted all I was doing was inventing story lines as to why someone was living down there and had not left in over 24 hours to eat. I started imagining the layout of downstairs. All in all it was not a tragedy as I had a book to finish so I just did that. In retrospect, there was probably no one down there.
This one, though, is my first free standing house. No shared walls. There has got to be a wank spot right? Well in all honestly I'm still here and trying to work out what all these noises are about. Its the end of day 4. I maybe drifted off here and there other the last few nights waiting for noises to stop, but essentially, I'm still very off my head and ordered heaps of grog and am pretty drunk, so I'm just typing loudly and listening to music till someone comes and says something.
To give you an idea of how much porn I've watched, when I close my eyes I see burned images off ass holes and girls faces. I constantly hear porn moans from all directions and I don't even seem to mind anymore. Its usually just kids playing or some birds chirping though. When I started hearing them I was running to check if if I left something playing. I'm in 'I don't give a fuck' mode now. All the drugs are gone and I forgot my weed so come at me!
I have always watched guys ejaculate in porn in an aggressive manor but just thought it was all performance. But I was a mad dog by day 4. Up for 2 days longer than I had intended to spend trying to bust the perfect nut, being faced with bullshit, but I had pushed through it and decided that I am definitely talk around this happy little set of cul de sacs, so instead of quietly jacking off until I let off my final nut in peace and solitude like a little cherub I decided enough was enough and the fucking whole streets gonna hear about it. They probably already have, I may as well commit to being a fucked pervert and finish the dam job. After all, I have an addiction, feel sorry for my pain and suffering, behold the final cumming.
My bag was pretty much done, like dust left, and I wanted this to be over once and for all, I never want another one again. I don't want to ever think about doing this again, I'm going to nut so hard to my favourite fucking Misha Cross video with an entree of chicks getting facialized by like 20 dudes each while masturbating with a vibrator. Both High quality videos and two of my favourite. great 1080p so you are cropped further into the image when in 'original view' so you can switch between 'scale to screen' which shows it completely squeezed to monitor size and then when you get a great shot of a face looking dead on into the camera, my favourite, you hit 'O' and are snapped in like a zoom but with no loss of quality like magnifier causes. I like to crop in when she gets all intense and we are on some kind of next level shit. She demands attention.
Sleep for 5 hours, again. Really by this point I did it just to let the neighbourhood sleep, doing it out of courtesy as I was, and still am convinced everyone knows about me up in here on a wankfest for days on end. Its beyond embarrassment now and just didn't want some angry cunt at the door yelling about his kids or some shit. A few cars have honked and yelled 'woo hoo' straight at the house so I know not everyone is mad at me.
As I could hear the morning cars of the area start up and take off for work I hopped up and went to work as well in the wank den I had been stinking up good for days now. I was on a mission.
I was so delusional by this point I had the Facialized video on mirror setting with all these crazy motion effects with it, and set to invert. The audio was echoing and reverbing like crazy and the speed of the playback was 30 percent so it was like an echo chamber. At times I forgot it was even on mirror and just saw these snakes shooting ecto jizem in the faces of these blue alien women with one eye and one tit melting and a moaning so slowly that it seemed like they were crying out to me in some kind of out of worldly pain that I could only help them with by staying erect. I was nodding yes but it wasn't going stay up for another 50 cumshots worth of this crazy shit.
I was hearing all the noises now as well. The roof creaking, the walls shaking, people talking and walking close by, cars stopping and then starting again just outside, but I thought, fuck it, all I do is check to see if they are here for me, or are talking about me, which they have been a few times, but this time I thought, lets give them all a show. I wanted it to be over. I was so hard and my balls so small and drained they were aching. Every time I thrust up near the nob I would spurt just a little so I kept my stroking further down towards the base. With hardly a ball sack at this point my cock looked borrowed, could this belong to me?
I loaded up the Misha Video and went straight for the POV handjob/blowjob at the end which is in my opinion the best 5 minuets of eye contact in super slow motion I've ever seen. She looks right into your soul and demands the cum. Wants you so bad, she reacts to you looking at her like you have just seen her for the cum guzzling slut she really is, like you are the only person allowed to know what a filth piece of shit she is cause you are one too. I usually saver every moment of this scene, but today I was delirious on meth, far gone, the world outside the monitor was sped up and the slow motion was real life. My cock wanted this to be over, my balls had had enough, my ass hole ruined with hemorrhoids, this nice house covered in and lube, these neighbours terrorised day and night by my perverted noises, this was time.
I always want Misha to take me away to that special anal heaven she goes to when she makes me come, but today I did not want for her to squat over my head and swallow me up inside her ass hole to live forever, NO, instead of her having me, I wanted to have her, I wanted this to stop, I wanted her to cop it once and for all and to leave me alone. ENOUGH TORMENT, enough of your eyes drawing me in like a mindless anal zombie, enough! I flipped the laptop down on the bed laid out flat and yelled "This is it! No more!" I brought my throbbing cock down to the screen then reached around under my legs to get at the arrow keys with my grubby fingers, to turn it up as loud as I could and to scroll to the cumshot.
I gotta cum when the screen does, I always do, but I was delirious and this was not about the right moment I've been obsessed with finding in all these videos with my multiple screens and VLC commands. This is now, this cant just go on, I'm ready and my balls are drained down to the size of peas and my ass hole stings so bad I feel damaged.
"NO THIS ENDS NOW. YOU GET THE CUM NOW. THIS GAME IS OVER AND IM GOING TO PUT IT ALL INSIDE OF YOU TO RUIN YOU FOREVER. I"M GOING TO DESTROY THIS FILTHY ASS LUBE AND SHIT COVERED LAPTOP FOREVER! HOW DARE YOU TURN ME INTO THIS, IN FRONT OF A WHOLE SUBURBAN NEIGHBOURHOOD FULL OF CHILDREN IN THE STREET AND DOGS IN THEIR YARDS."
BAM! BAM BAM!!!! BAM!!!!!!!!!!!!
I shot load after load after load like it was never going to end. I don't even know where it came from, truly a miracle. I felt like crying as the biggest loads of cum I've ever shot finally landed all over Misha's fucking little face, dripping down the screen into the keys and through the electronics.
I left it in a messy puddle as I sat over it still clutching my face in shame. The street was silent for once. No creaking or cracking around me. The whole world had just stopped to see me conquer this addiction. I lifted my head up in the solitude. It was over. I felt nothing for this stupid lap top any longer, nor the face inside still begging for cum. I turned it off before she got that second load I always wanted to be my load. She'll always be begging for cum. That is why I loved her. That is why I left her.
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Euro-Middle Eastern War Main article: Euro-Middle Eastern War
The European Commonwealth followed the United States' example when it replied to price hikes by oil exporters in the Middle East with military action. Long dependent on oil imports, European military units deployed to the Middle East in April 2052, starting an almost decade-long war for control over the region's oil deposits. The war caused oil prices to skyrocket, bankrupting many smaller nations, and caused the United Nations to implode just three months after the European Commonwealth declared war on the Middle East.[Non-game 3][Non-game 4]
The war would rage on for the next years, with nuclear exchanges that occurred in the Middle East after Tel Aviv's destruction in December 2053 provoking a global nuclear scare and raising fears of global thermonuclear war. The United States government initiated Project Safehouse in order to construct great underground Vaults to protect its population, although the project was rife with embezzlement, corruption, and mismanagement, starting with the method of financing them (junk bonds) and ending with the number of Vaults constructed (just 122, capable of protecting less than a tenth of a percent of the United States' government).[Non-game 5]
The War would come to an end in 2060 when the Middle Eastern oil fields ran dry.[Non-game 6] Both sides were reduced to ruin, with the Commonwealth fragmenting into bickering nation-states, fighting over what resources remained within its reach
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