Υπόθεση Τζορτζ Φλόιντ

[Dwarven Blacksmith]

το ιματζιν σε ποιο λεπτο το λεει ο τραμπφ; θελω να το ακουσω αλλα δεν καθομαι μιση ωρα τραμπφ

Είναι θρυλική πχορουμικη έκφραση πλέον. Στην αρχή οι Τραμπικοι μπήκαν με το επιχείρημα ότι "οι ΗΠΑ είναι ομοσπονδιακες γι αυτό ο Τραμπ δεν μπορεί να κάνει τίποτα". Στο οποία φυσικά εγώ απάντησα ότι πρέπει επειγόντως να σταματήσει να προκαλεί και να βγάλει ενωτικό λόγο με εξαγγελίες για μεταρρυθμίσεις.

Αυτό απορρίφθηκε απαξιωτικά από τον Οττο ως" σιγά μην τραγουδήσει και το imagine".

[Yochanan]

Thank you! Αυτό είναι το πχώρουμ που όλοι ξέρουμε και ξέρουμε.

[Χουργιατς]

snopes

s-nope

[Dwarven Blacksmith]

snopes

s-nope

Το snopes μια χαρά τα λέει.

“In retrospect, we could say that the argument of giving Obama a helping hand was only partially correct,” Lundestad writes. Lundestad explains that it became impossible for Obama to live up to the high expectations placed upon him. “Many of Obama’s supporters believed it was a mistake,” he writes. “As such, it did not achieve what the committee had hoped for.”


These excerpts led numerous readers to proclaim that our article should now be labeled as “true,” but nowhere in his memoir did Lundestad say that he (much less the entire Nobel Peace Prize Committee) felt that President Obama should return the 2009 Peace Prize, or that he “regretted” the decision to award it. In fact, he stated just the opposite:


Following the media interest in Lundestad’s memoir, the Norwegian historian called a press conference to deny that he had implied that Obama didn’t deserve the prize. “Several of you have written that I believe the prize to Obama a mistake, but then you can not have read the book,” Lundestad told the assembled reporters. “It says nowhere that it was a mistake to give Obama the Peace Prize.”

[Σενέκας]

snopes

s-nope

Το snopes μια χαρά τα λέει.

“In retrospect, we could say that the argument of giving Obama a helping hand was only partially correct,” Lundestad writes. Lundestad explains that it became impossible for Obama to live up to the high expectations placed upon him. “Many of Obama’s supporters believed it was a mistake,” he writes. “As such, it did not achieve what the committee had hoped for.”


These excerpts led numerous readers to proclaim that our article should now be labeled as “true,” but nowhere in his memoir did Lundestad say that he (much less the entire Nobel Peace Prize Committee) felt that President Obama should return the 2009 Peace Prize, or that he “regretted” the decision to award it. In fact, he stated just the opposite:


Following the media interest in Lundestad’s memoir, the Norwegian historian called a press conference to deny that he had implied that Obama didn’t deserve the prize. “Several of you have written that I believe the prize to Obama a mistake, but then you can not have read the book,” Lundestad told the assembled reporters. “It says nowhere that it was a mistake to give Obama the Peace Prize.”

είναι λες και καμιά φορά ο τίτλος των 10 λέξεων είναι τόσο μικρός για να αποδώσει ορισμένα νοήματα που καταλήγει κατ-ουσίαν ψεύτικος και είναι ηλίθιο να προσπαθείς να συμμετέχεις σε οποιαδήποτε συζήτηση φέροντας αποκλειστικά τίτλους χωρίς σχολιασμό και μάλιστα σε screenshot για να μην μπορεί κανένας να διαβάσει ολόκληρο το κείμενο και να δει το context.

ποιος θα το φανταζόταν. Σίγουρα όχι ο χου

[Χουργιατς]

Backlash Blues
Mr. Backlash, Mr. Backlash
Just who do think I am
You raise my taxes, freeze my wages
And send my son to vietnam
You give me second class houses
And second class schools
Do you think that all the colored folks
Are just second class fools
Mr. Backlash, I'm gonna leave you
With the backlash blues
When I try to find a job
To earn a little cash
All you got to offer
Is your mean old white backlash
But the world is big
Big and bright and round
And it's full of folks like me
Who are black, yellow, beige and brown
Mr. Backlash, I'm gonna leave you
With the backlash blues
Mr. Backlash, Mr. Backlash
Just what do you think I got to lose
I'm gonna leave you
With the backlash blues
You're the one will have the blues
Not me, just wait and see

Ten Crack Commandments (Notorious B.I.G.)

It's the ten crack commandments, what?
Nigga can't tell me nothing about this coke
Can't tell me nothing about this crack, this weed, for my hustlin' niggas
Niggas on the corner I ain't forget you niggas, my triple beam niggas

I've been in this game for years, it made me a animal
There's rules to this shit, I wrote me a manual
A step-by-step booklet for you to get
Your game on track, not your wig pushed back
Rule Number Uno: never let no one know
How much dough you hold cause you know
The cheddar breed jealousy 'specially
If that man fucked up, get yo' ass stuck up
Number 2: never let 'em know your next move
Don't you know Bad Boys move in silence and violence?
Take it from your highness (Uh huh)
I done squeezed mad clips at these cats for they bricks and chips
Number 3: never trust nobody
Your moms'll set that ass up, properly gassed up
Hoodied and masked up, shit, for that fast buck
She be laying in the bushes to light that ass up
Number 4: I know you heard this before
"Never get high on your own supply"
Number 5: never sell no crack where you rest at
I don't care if they want an ounce, tell 'em "bounce!"
Number 6: that goddamn credit? Dead it
You think a crackhead paying you back, shit forget it!
7: this rule is so underrated
Keep your family and business completely separated
Money and blood don't mix like two dicks and no bitch
Find yourself in serious shit
Number 8: never keep no weight on you
Them cats that squeeze your guns can hold jums too
Number 9 shoulda been Number 1 to me:
If you ain't gettin' bagged stay the fuck from police
If niggas think you snitchin' they ain't tryna listen
They be sittin' in your kitchen, waiting to start hittin'
Number 10: a strong word called "consignment"
Strictly for live men, not for freshmen
If you ain't got the clientele, say "hell no!"
Cause they gon' want they money rain, sleet, hail, snow
Follow these rules you'll have mad bread to break up
If not, 24 years on the wake up
Slug hit your temple, watch your frame shake up
Caretaker did your makeup, when you passed
Your girl fucked my man Jacob
Heard in three weeks she sniffed a whole half a cake up
Heard she suck a good dick, and can cook a steak up
Gotta go gotta go, more pies to bake up, word up (Uh)

[Σενέκας]

Ten Crack Commandments (Notorious B.I.G.)

It's the ten crack commandments, what?
Nigga can't tell me nothing about this coke
Can't tell me nothing about this crack, this weed, for my hustlin' niggas
Niggas on the corner I ain't forget you niggas, my triple beam niggas

I've been in this game for years, it made me a animal
There's rules to this shit, I wrote me a manual
A step-by-step booklet for you to get
Your game on track, not your wig pushed back
Rule Number Uno: never let no one know
How much dough you hold cause you know
The cheddar breed jealousy 'specially
If that man fucked up, get yo' ass stuck up
Number 2: never let 'em know your next move
Don't you know Bad Boys move in silence and violence?
Take it from your highness (Uh huh)
I done squeezed mad clips at these cats for they bricks and chips
Number 3: never trust nobody
Your moms'll set that ass up, properly gassed up
Hoodied and masked up, shit, for that fast buck
She be laying in the bushes to light that ass up
Number 4: I know you heard this before
"Never get high on your own supply"
Number 5: never sell no crack where you rest at
I don't care if they want an ounce, tell 'em "bounce!"
Number 6: that goddamn credit? Dead it
You think a crackhead paying you back, shit forget it!
7: this rule is so underrated
Keep your family and business completely separated
Money and blood don't mix like two dicks and no bitch
Find yourself in serious shit
Number 8: never keep no weight on you
Them cats that squeeze your guns can hold jums too
Number 9 shoulda been Number 1 to me:
If you ain't gettin' bagged stay the fuck from police
If niggas think you snitchin' they ain't tryna listen
They be sittin' in your kitchen, waiting to start hittin'
Number 10: a strong word called "consignment"
Strictly for live men, not for freshmen
If you ain't got the clientele, say "hell no!"
Cause they gon' want they money rain, sleet, hail, snow
Follow these rules you'll have mad bread to break up
If not, 24 years on the wake up
Slug hit your temple, watch your frame shake up
Caretaker did your makeup, when you passed
Your girl fucked my man Jacob
Heard in three weeks she sniffed a whole half a cake up
Heard she suck a good dick, and can cook a steak up
Gotta go gotta go, more pies to bake up, word up (Uh)

ζηλεύεις γιατί είσαι basement dweller που διαβάζει /pol και δε θα γίνει ποτέ όσο κουλ ήταν ο biggie όταν πήγαινε νηπιαγωγείο

[Χουργιατς]

Το snopes μια χαρά τα λέει.

“In retrospect, we could say that the argument of giving Obama a helping hand was only partially correct,” Lundestad writes. Lundestad explains that it became impossible for Obama to live up to the high expectations placed upon him. “Many of Obama’s supporters believed it was a mistake,” he writes. “As such, it did not achieve what the committee had hoped for.”


These excerpts led numerous readers to proclaim that our article should now be labeled as “true,” but nowhere in his memoir did Lundestad say that he (much less the entire Nobel Peace Prize Committee) felt that President Obama should return the 2009 Peace Prize, or that he “regretted” the decision to award it. In fact, he stated just the opposite:


Following the media interest in Lundestad’s memoir, the Norwegian historian called a press conference to deny that he had implied that Obama didn’t deserve the prize. “Several of you have written that I believe the prize to Obama a mistake, but then you can not have read the book,” Lundestad told the assembled reporters. “It says nowhere that it was a mistake to give Obama the Peace Prize.”

λες δλδ το BBC ψεύτες;
http://archive.is/hihWf

[Dwarven Blacksmith]

Με κάλυψε ο Νέρο.

[Χουργιατς]

είναι λες και καμιά φορά ο τίτλος των 10 λέξεων είναι τόσο μικρός για να αποδώσει ορισμένα νοήματα που καταλήγει κατ-ουσίαν ψεύτικος και είναι ηλίθιο να προσπαθείς να συμμετέχεις σε οποιαδήποτε συζήτηση φέροντας αποκλειστικά τίτλους χωρίς σχολιασμό και μάλιστα σε screenshot για να μην μπορεί κανένας να διαβάσει ολόκληρο το κείμενο και να δει το context.

βάλε μια τελεία, ένα κόμμα, ή αν επιμένεις σε κατεβατό, τουλχ φρόντισε να καθοδηγείς τις ανάσες του αναγνώστη

λιγο snopes ακόμα

[Χουργιατς]

Με κάλυψε ο Νέρο.

Κάνε με ένα κουότ τουλχ όταν μ' απαντάς

δε γίνεται τη μια φορά να κάνεις το κόπο να βάζεις μπολτ και την άλλη ούτε κουότ

πόσες φορές πρέπει να στο ζητήσω

πόσες

[Σενέκας]

είναι λες και καμιά φορά ο τίτλος των 10 λέξεων είναι τόσο μικρός για να αποδώσει ορισμένα νοήματα που καταλήγει κατ-ουσίαν ψεύτικος και είναι ηλίθιο να προσπαθείς να συμμετέχεις σε οποιαδήποτε συζήτηση φέροντας αποκλειστικά τίτλους χωρίς σχολιασμό και μάλιστα σε screenshot για να μην μπορεί κανένας να διαβάσει ολόκληρο το κείμενο και να δει το context.

βάλε μια τελεία, ένα κόμμα, ή αν επιμένεις σε κατεβατό, τουλχ φρόντισε να καθοδηγείς τις ανάσες του αναγνώστη

λιγο snopes ακόμα

Θα μου κάνεις και κριτική για τη σύνταξη μωρή τσαούσα; Γράψε πρώτα πάνω απο 5 γραμμές να σε δούμε επιτέλους πως γράφεις και μετά να τη δεχτώ με χαρά την κριτική

[Otto Weininger]

[Λίνο Βεντούρα]

το ιματζιν σε ποιο λεπτο το λεει ο τραμπφ; θελω να το ακουσω αλλα δεν καθομαι μιση ωρα τραμπφ

Είναι θρυλική πχορουμικη έκφραση πλέον. Στην αρχή οι Τραμπικοι μπήκαν με το επιχείρημα ότι "οι ΗΠΑ είναι ομοσπονδιακες γι αυτό ο Τραμπ δεν μπορεί να κάνει τίποτα".

Βασικά αυτό που ειπώθηκε ήταν ότι οι ρατσιστική αστυνομία (στην Μινεάπολη λόγου χάρη) διοικείται επι δεκαετίες από δημοκρατικούς και μαύρους κι εσυ συνέχιζες να μας λες για τον τρελό ρατσιστή πρόεδρο που φταίει.

[Eθνικοκοινωνιστης]

να εισαι οπαδος του τραμπ και ψηφοφορος της κουλαινας στο γουπατο και να γαυγιζεις εναντιον των φιλελε ενω στηριζεις τους σνυπατους του σορος στο γιολαντα

το λες και διπολικη διαταραχη η ψυχοπαθεια