Potsdam University wants its IT geek swamp to reproduce, after all.
Of course, only grad students need apply.
I don't know whether to laugh or cry.
Saturday, July 24, 2010
Monday, July 19, 2010
Speaking of the Sons of the French Revolution
It looks like the country that no longer exists is having another one of those fits of multicultural love as expressed by its most multicultural activity: rioting.
You have the French Chinese rioting against the French Moslems.
And then you have the French Moslems rioting against...everybody else.
More fun in the land of Robbespierre.
Whereas France used to be this:
Bayard, one of France's greatest knightsIt is now this:
Some Moslems celebrating multiculturalismSunday, July 18, 2010
Last Week Was Bastille Day
And to give this wretched day and the rest of the French Revolution a big middle finger, here is a look at the last letter written by the person most caricatured and villified by the murderous French revolutionaries: Marie Antionette.
The letter was written to her sister, and the letter was held and never delivered by the monster Robbespierre. Some excerpts:
Let my daughter feel that at her age she ought always to aid her brother by the advice which her greater experience and her affection may inspire her to give him. And let my son in his turn render to his sister all the care and all the services which affection can inspire. Let them, in short, both feel that, in whatever positions they may be placed, they will never be truly happy but through their union. Let them follow our example. In our own misfortunes how much comfort has our affection for one another afforded us! And, in times of happiness, we have enjoyed that doubly from being able to share it with a friend; and where can one find friends more tender and more united than in one's own family? Let my son never forget the last words of his father, which I repeat emphatically; let him never seek to avenge our deaths.
...
I die in the Catholic Apostolic and Roman religion, that of my fathers, that in which I was brought up, and which I have always professed. Having no spiritual consolation to look for, not even knowing whether there are still in this place any priests of that religion (and indeed the place where I am would expose them to too much danger if they were to enter it but once), I sincerely implore pardon of God for all the faults which I may have committed during my life. I trust that, in His goodness, He will mercifully accept my last prayers, as well as those which I have for a long time addressed to Him, to receive my soul into His mercy. I beg pardon of all whom I know, and especially of you, my sister, for all the vexations which, without intending it, I may have caused you. I pardon all my enemies the evils that they have done me.
Far from being the cartoon villain of "let them eat cake" infamy (a quote falsely atrributed to her), she was an intelligent and spiritual woman whose strength and willfulness both made her an important partner for her kingly husband and an easy target for her husband's enemies. (Being Austrian, and therefore foreign, made things even easier.)
In the end, she conducted herself with such grace during her trial that her prosecutors came off looking like the vultures they were. Months after her own execution, the beasts started eating each other.
The letter was written to her sister, and the letter was held and never delivered by the monster Robbespierre. Some excerpts:
Let my daughter feel that at her age she ought always to aid her brother by the advice which her greater experience and her affection may inspire her to give him. And let my son in his turn render to his sister all the care and all the services which affection can inspire. Let them, in short, both feel that, in whatever positions they may be placed, they will never be truly happy but through their union. Let them follow our example. In our own misfortunes how much comfort has our affection for one another afforded us! And, in times of happiness, we have enjoyed that doubly from being able to share it with a friend; and where can one find friends more tender and more united than in one's own family? Let my son never forget the last words of his father, which I repeat emphatically; let him never seek to avenge our deaths.
...
I die in the Catholic Apostolic and Roman religion, that of my fathers, that in which I was brought up, and which I have always professed. Having no spiritual consolation to look for, not even knowing whether there are still in this place any priests of that religion (and indeed the place where I am would expose them to too much danger if they were to enter it but once), I sincerely implore pardon of God for all the faults which I may have committed during my life. I trust that, in His goodness, He will mercifully accept my last prayers, as well as those which I have for a long time addressed to Him, to receive my soul into His mercy. I beg pardon of all whom I know, and especially of you, my sister, for all the vexations which, without intending it, I may have caused you. I pardon all my enemies the evils that they have done me.
Far from being the cartoon villain of "let them eat cake" infamy (a quote falsely atrributed to her), she was an intelligent and spiritual woman whose strength and willfulness both made her an important partner for her kingly husband and an easy target for her husband's enemies. (Being Austrian, and therefore foreign, made things even easier.)
In the end, she conducted herself with such grace during her trial that her prosecutors came off looking like the vultures they were. Months after her own execution, the beasts started eating each other.
Saturday, July 17, 2010
If I Were to Practice One Eccentric Sport...
...it would be jousting.
I mean, come on, look at these guys!
Not pictured: flopping for penalties and charging fouls
If this becomes a professional sport, I hope some sports channel carries it.
Look at it: all the violence of American football and some really sweet-looking armor. As a combat sport, it suffers from a system that pauses after spurts of action (like American football and boxing) in order to allow fallen competitors to regroup, and this opens it to exploitation by advertisers. However, there is no rolling around and writhing together for whole rounds like in MMA. Plus, you are assured of bone-crunching hits and flowing testosterone.
All this while wearing some of the most beautiful armor ever made.
Sign me up.
PS
On the downside, its really expensive.
I mean, come on, look at these guys!
Not pictured: flopping for penalties and charging foulsIf this becomes a professional sport, I hope some sports channel carries it.
Look at it: all the violence of American football and some really sweet-looking armor. As a combat sport, it suffers from a system that pauses after spurts of action (like American football and boxing) in order to allow fallen competitors to regroup, and this opens it to exploitation by advertisers. However, there is no rolling around and writhing together for whole rounds like in MMA. Plus, you are assured of bone-crunching hits and flowing testosterone.
All this while wearing some of the most beautiful armor ever made.
Sign me up.
PS
On the downside, its really expensive.
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Viva España!
What a great way for all of it to end. A victory for Spanish / FC Barcelona football, and for football in general!
While I feel for the Orange, I find it a good thing that dirty, thuggish football lost today.
And yes, a team I like finally didn't suck!
Oh, and Nike refused to leave well enough alone, cursing one of the few nice Dutch players with this just before the final:
While I feel for the Orange, I find it a good thing that dirty, thuggish football lost today.
And yes, a team I like finally didn't suck!
Oh, and Nike refused to leave well enough alone, cursing one of the few nice Dutch players with this just before the final:
Sneijder should have known better....
Thursday, July 8, 2010
Twilight for Guys
The video's NSFW, so I'll only post the link.
Quotes:
This movie was freakin' awesome!
That shit choked me up....
Its like a female Shawshank Redemption, directed by Michael Bay!
It was the writing that did it for me....
I thought these movies were really gay, but it was the good gay...
Quotes:
This movie was freakin' awesome!
That shit choked me up....
Its like a female Shawshank Redemption, directed by Michael Bay!
It was the writing that did it for me....
I thought these movies were really gay, but it was the good gay...
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
G20 Finally Realizes Global Warming Fraud
It was easy to go parroting global warming when the summer is hot. This past summer sure was. It is harder to put things in perspective. Hot as it was, this summer didn't feel as hot as the summer of 2000.
That said, its looking like the world's leading nations are finally "warming" up to the notion that Global Warming is an Al Gore-drenched fraud of massive proportions.
When your advocacy requires that you spend billions of other peoples' money to prop up the warm hackles of rich people's hearts, you're going to get called on it. The last thing the world needs is another damn tax to satisfy the greenies.
That said, its looking like the world's leading nations are finally "warming" up to the notion that Global Warming is an Al Gore-drenched fraud of massive proportions.
When your advocacy requires that you spend billions of other peoples' money to prop up the warm hackles of rich people's hearts, you're going to get called on it. The last thing the world needs is another damn tax to satisfy the greenies.
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