I was headed back out to work the rest of the day up in the hills of Berkeley above campus. MLK was blocked off when I was coming home to get something real quick (and posted on here.. around 12-1pm)
Saw MLK street blocked off and I went to North Berkeley Bart to see if I could get passangers. Cop Copter flying overhead.. so I checked on my mobile phone and saw 10 arrested for weapons.. but all over the city of berkeley. this isn't just at the civic center on MLK next to Berkeley High School. these radical leftist cucks are harming the "Anti Socialist" group.
but I love how former NBC now Private Independent Network (for about 15 years now) has flipped the story. It doesn't even make sense. The Anti Socialism Party formed the gathering.. and the Anti Facious group came to counter portest and started up.. but then they flip it and say that the Anti Socialist group exacerbated the situation. BS. I side slightly to the left, but I don't like lies. and the Left has been the ones provoking the right and getting into fights with their faces covered. how weird is this?
I'll tell you why. as an Older person, I can truly tell you that Leftist and Far Right changed places sometime in the past 20 years. The Right would of been the aggresor in the 1960s protest and the left placing flowers in the fucking guns of National Guards (like Ohio State)
Though in fairness the Left which was mostly peaceful hippies or yuppies did lose it on campus.
But today the left is wearing masks. and oddly, I never knew this, but the KKK were mostly Leftist. they wanted a democracy to ammend the laws stripped of blacks worth 2/3rds or whatever. and the KKK wears the masks just like these guys. So how is it the Anti Facious, wearing masks the good guys? everything is fucking crazy.. it seems there is some group who pays people to go into political groups like Antifa and rile shit up. it's all ass backwards. makes no fucking sense. and Alex Jones stated this.. But I stated this way back on totse dialup. that's when I notice it. or the first years of totse.com
I know i'v said that it seemed like it back then.. but now it's officially obvious. fighting just to be fighting. it's a sideshow.
I'll try and post the copter photo I took at the bart station.
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I had 7 step dads. Superman, Spiderman, Batman, Ken(widow Barbie), Leonardo(turtle), Gi joe and Hulk Hogan. Each of them taught me something that I took into consideration for the rest of my life. As you can see, I have a creative mind. I have common sense. This is why I've never committed a crime nor did any drugs in my life. I never needed a dad. I was already well disciplined.
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Originally posted by NARCassist
and i've had this cunt for the last 4 weeks or so knocking at my door poncing tobacco at least 3 or 4 times a week. he takes my tobacco then goes grassing on me. the guys a complete cunt, no question.
how about you have him as a neighbor then?
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You flooded that nigga though. Maybe call it even?
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[…]But as he and his team reviewed the anonymous data of more than 1,000 volunteers (a cohort that included the psychiatric care patients and a control group of people recruited from nearby health care centers and colleges with no diagnosis of mental illness), a strange pattern began popping up among people diagnosed with mania, a state of hyper excitement, arousal, and delusion frequently followed by periods of severe depression in people who have bipolar disorder. Compared to the control group, people with a manic episode reported eating more cured meat. Overall, they found that people with a recent history of eating cured meat were three times more likely to be hospitalized for mania, even after adjusting for factors like age or socioeconomic status. The same pattern couldn’t be seen with any other type of food eaten.
“This is not what we were looking for,” Yolken told Gizmodo. “It came as something of an unexpected finding.”
Hoping to confirm that it was the jerky at fault, Yolken reached out to other researchers and started experimenting with rats. Because jerky and similar products are cured using nitrate salts, they theorized that nitrates might be the key driver of a mania effect.
They first fed rats 14 grams of store-bought jerky every other day (the rat equivalent of one snack a day in humans) and compared them to a control group. The jerky-fed rats began showing symptoms of hyperactivity and poor sleep within two weeks, while the control group didn’t. Next, they fed specially made dried meat without nitrates to another group of rats, finding these rats didn’t develop any symptoms. And lastly, they gave rats a typical rat feed loaded with nitrates, and found the same pattern.
I park in around the block as instructed, the last time I was at Mash's house his dad tripped out and pulled a hunting rifle on me because I said some off the wall shit while on a bad acid trip. Problems avoided, I park up the street and climb through the basement window into the realm of Mash. It's a strange magical domain shrouded by an absence of drywall. I arrive after sunset and Mash is just waking up to a coffee cup full of stale steel reserve and non narcotic cough syrup. We shoot the shit for 15 minutes before we get down to business. Our business is smoking freebase cocaine and having a rap battle to the death and business is good. We smoke the cocaine though a car radio antenna that Mash has cracked off of his neighbors fully restored 1975 Olds Cutlass.
I exhale a fat toke of the freebase cocaine and me and Mash proceed to rap battle for a little bit. The cocaine loosens my inhibitions and the free style raps seem to come out of me effortlessly. Mash how ever is a talented musician with years of freestyle rap experience. Needless to say he totally roasts me. I begin to fiend for another blast of crack but Mash has hidden it away, when I ask him to break out another pair of hits and he calls me a leach in another freestyle rap. I get pissed and I sucker punch him in the side of the head.
Somewhere between two 24 oz steel reserves and a couple hits of crack skinny little Mash has learned to fight like an animal. As soon as my sucker punch landed Mash was hissing and swinging below my belt. I land another shot, this one firmly in his temple. He acts like he's going down, but instead takes a knee and uppercut blasts me in my testicles. Wide eyed, I buckle over, in such sever pain that I'm having trouble catching my breath. With a quickness Mash busts me between the eyes with an empty malt liquor bottle and I'm out. I try to open my eyes a few times but blood has pooled over them and coagulated.
I lie on the cool basement floor for a few hours coming in and out of consciousness before Mash awakens me and helps me remove the blood crust from over my eyes with a pile of Arby's napkins and a bottle of water. I apologize for sucker punching him and he says he's sorry he took it so far, and that he doesn't know what had come over him. He reaches into the blue plastic cooler we were keeping the beers in and hands me a chunk of ice wrapped in a dirty shirt. We share the last steel reserve and smoke a couple roaches he found in a shoe box under his playstation.
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Mmq, you should move to Atlanta to start a new life with Grimace. Get a job washing cars off Moreland Ave in East Atlanta. Your black coworkers will call you Fargo. They will think you're a cool ass white boy, but the owner - he'll think of you like the son he never had. He'll expand and put you in charge of his second location in Zone 3.
You'll share dinners with Grimace and his family. You'll meet a nice Georgia girl and fall in love. Have some kids. You won't be able to contain your smile when you wake up in the morning. You'll find real happiness. And at the end of your life you'll think what might never have been if you played it safe and stayed in North Dakota.
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