Those with long memories are aware that anything touting itself as harmless, e.g. the Merry Pranksters of the 60s, is more often than not a front for nasty things.
It may be an established festival but that doesn’t make it any less nasty, along the lines of The Joker in Batman, the Wickerman and that whole side of things. And I’m calling that evil, dressed up in joker clothes.…
Feel free to either confirm or debunk, that’s not the issue in this post.
I ask this question as, for a history project I was required to write for school, I chose Unit 731. This is essentially Japan’s version of Josef Mengele’s experiments.
They abducted mostly Chinese citizens and conducted many tests on them such as infecting them with The Bubonic Plague, injecting them with tigers blood, & repeatedly subjecting them to the cold until they get frost bite, then cutting off the ends of the frostbitten limbs until they’re just torso’s, among many more horrific experiments. throughout these experiments they would carry out human vivisection’s without anesthetic, often multiple times a day to see how it effects their body.
The men who were in charge of Unit 731 suffered no consequences and were actually paid what would now be millions (taking inflation into account) for the information they gathered. This whole event was supressed by the governments involved and now barely anyone knows about these experiments which were used to kill millions at war.
Apparently that year — 1878 — was a big one for moral panics. The twitter feed of the wonderfully named “Pessimists Archive” recently tweeted out another story from 1878, discussing the addictive horrors of… the theater (dramatic music cue). From the article:
“Whole evenings are squandered away. “Night unto night” teacheth not “knowledge,” but the reverse. Can it be for the good of any young person to form such a habit? He may think that he can go and stop, but often stopping becomes next to impossible. Whenever the flaming posters are seen a restlessness steals on–a craving is created. Duty becomes drudgery; industry grows tiresome; business a bore. Arrant shiftlessness is the result.”
On the more moral majority side, I wonder about people who think it’s fine for the gay mafia to go into schools and question 5 year olds about their sexuality and most certainly question the head and staff who allowed it.…
“I took down my Rebel flag (which you can’t buy on EBAY any more) and peeled the NRA sticker off my front window. I disconnected my home alarm system and quit the Neighborhood Watch.
I bought two Pakistani flags and put one at each corner of the front yard. And, I purchased the black flag of ISIS (which you CAN buy on EBAY) and ran it up the flag pole.
Now the local police, sheriff, FBI, CIA, NSA, Homeland Security, Secret Service and other agencies are all watching my house 24/7. I’ve NEVER felt safer and I’m saving $69.95 a month that ADT used to charge me.
Plus, I bought burkas to wear when I shop or travel. Everyone moves out of the way and security can’t pat me down. If they say I’m a male wearing a burka, I just say I’m feeling like a woman today.
In Iceland, I was subjected to a long boring lecture by an Icelandic woman over the wonderfulness of open borders. She was unaware that I am a FOP (Friend of Pepe) so she was operating under the impression I was sympathetic. It was hard to keep a straight face, given that Iceland is a rocky island in the North Sea. Even if they welcome the world, the world will not be moving to a barren moonscape that is cold in the dead of summer.
Open borders is a strange religion with many in Europe. The news is a pretty much just a non-stop celebration of open borders. They talk about it with such reverence, you could be mistaken for thinking “open borders” is the new name for God. Today the news is celebrating the first anniversary of Alan Kurdi, the hoax perpetrated by the Western media to help sway public sympathy for allowing in a billion Muslims.
… going back to school across the Russian speaking territories. The flower shops on every major housing area corner are inundated in the days leading up, flowers to go to favourite or the child’s new teacher.
Teachers have been back for a week preparing, they congregate in the staffroom, everyone buzzing about – moving but not necessarily doing anything, but appearing to be busy and serious – then the children arrive.…