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Says it all. Absolutely brilliant art work by Sabo.

Hilarious Kid Answers To Test Questions

Android Oreo is here. I wonder what they will call Android Z? Zucchini bread?

   

Hilarious Cartoon Joke – LMAO!

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(I was feeling bored, so I thought I would whip up a 'quickie'; please x-cuse the length): 
We had gone with 'Fred' (all ficticious names) to look at an F4U Corsair -you know; the legendary World War Two fighter plane- he had bought that supposedly needed 'a little work', and towed it home backwards behind his pickup, detouring down a labyrinth of back roads to his suburban home with a red flag on the big four-bladed, thirteen-foot two-inch propeller's hub with the navy blue wings folded up and out of the way. Later that same day, he gave us the bad news over the phone; the Pratt & Whitney 2800 'Double Wasp' 18-cylinder air cooled 2,000 horsepower engine was badly in need of an overhaul and exceeded by far the wear and tear its total hours on the hour meter and fancy price tag should have indicated.
Next day, while he drove back alone to argue with the seller, we rounded up the few still-active members of the old crew, and told them the whole sad tale. Turns out, one of them knew of a 'low hours' Double Wasp that had been salvaged from a Corsair that some luckless barn-stormer had flipped on landing in a cow pasture and cartwheeled, resulting in a totally wrecked and unsalvable airframe and a good engine that was a 'Don't want'er'. We all pooled our spare change, and the spare Double Wasp was obtained for a song and dance and handed over, and as we trucked it to Freddie's home and private airfield with a hanger in the back, the gang was asked to keep it on the mum to surprise Fred.
Meanwhile, Fred called long distance to moan and groan that he'd had no luck being reimbursed by the seller for the swindle, and he was headed back and would be home later that afternoon.
Fred had one of those fancy 'aircraft propeller' ceiling fans in the den that opened out onto the cement patio, hanger, and mown grass strip, and the gang decided to play a leetle trick on ol' Freddy boy. We got the house roof opened up and had replaced the piddling ceiling fan motor with the Pratt & Whitney, and bolted it all down to the joists up there in the attic crawl space. Fred's wife was away for the week visiting her sick younger sister, so we were able to pull it off -literally- without a hitch.
We were just getting everything put back together, just in time to wave sympathetically to our dearie Freddie boy as he arrived in a foul mood.
"Join me for a beer?" Fred groused unhappily to us, as he dragged several six packs out of the back of his truck.
"Sure," we all nodded, trying real hard not to crack smiles. Actually, it pained every one of us royally, to see the state he was in. Why, he hadn't even noticed -or bothered to ask- what the whole crew was doing there at the house! That was bad; real bad.
"Well, come on in, boys," Fred said, leading the way through the back sliding door. "We'll be along in just a minute," someone said; "so why don't you kick your shoes off and get settled in. And, oh by the way, could you give the ceiling fan cord a tug and see what's the matter with it? It doesn't seem to sound like its old self, somehow."
"What? Well, criminy!" Fred groaned, looking up at the original fan blades and not noticing the shining Pratt & Whitney engine hub. "Seems like there ain't nothing been working right lately!"
Everyone held back and listened, until we'd heard the shoes tumble to the floor, followed by the unmistakable sound of the ceiling fan cord being pulled.
"Surprise!" we all called out, as the engine caught, and all 2,000 horsepower of the mighty Double Wasp erupted in a full throttle roar.
The sliding tempered glass door shattered into a million bits as the side table lamp got sucked up and pieces of it thrown in every direction. This was followed by the paintings of galloping wild mustangs getting sucked off the walls and following the table lamp in bits and pieces. Fred stared up at the roaring ceiling fan, and dived off the couch just in time to dig his fingers into the deep pile shag carpeting and hang on for dear life as the couch rose up into the whirling blades and met the same fate as the pictures.
By this time, all the rest of the furniture in the room had followed suit, and our grins had turned to awe.
Someone shouted, "I thought you set the throttle to idle!" as someone else replied, "I thought YOU did!"
Then the roof took off straight up into the air and hooking over like the space shuttle doing a 'roll maneuver' on liftoff, did a three-and-a-half gainer, and narrowly missed Dorothy and Toto flying past, and the Wicked Witch of the West riding on her broomstick, and I watched the roof come sailing back down straight onto the house, as I heard Fred shouting, "It ain't funny, you guys!"
Then I woke up on the couch and Fred was staring out of the sliding glass doors at the shining Double Wasp mounted on the engine stand in the cement patio. "You could'a told me in advance," Fred stammered, looking happier than I'd ever seen him and trying to act angry at the same time and failing miserably at it. "Saved me a long haul talking to that chisler, and all for nothing, would have, when you had this beaut in your back pocket and all. And-- and gee, thanks a lot, guys." He tried to hold back tears. Big boys don't cry, unless it's an F4U Corsair.
"Don't mention it," someone said happily. Then, looking over at me, "Hey, Jack, you alright? You look a bit green around the gills there, somehow."
But all I could do was lay there on that magnificent old sofa and stare up past the galloping wild mustangs in the gilt frame on the wall, at the imitation aircraft propeller ceiling fan.
"Now Jack," the other said, "I see that evil glint in your eyes, and you better not be thinkin', what I THINK you're thinkin'."
"Naw," I replied. Then I let a long, slow grin spread across my five o'clock shadow. "Jist don't go giving me any funny ideas, is all I got to say."

Just as she suggested years back that Freud had effectively castrated women, she saw "transgender" men now openly culturally appropriating womanhood, by dressing up like women and castrating themselves, and she was apparently having none of it, since that, of itself doesn't earn men the "right" to pretend or make like they are women, or make like that they have anything in common with women, having never experienced first-hand what it's like to grow up and develop as a woman - i.e., it is cultural sophistry to invent such a biological/genetic impossibility.

Hm... So...kind of like the difference between playing a doctor on TV, and actually going through medical school to become a doctor. Yeah, I'm good with that.

Hm... So...kind of like the difference between playing a doctor on TV, and actually going through medical school to become a doctor. Yeah, I'm good with that.
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Well, yes, that's a reasonable analogy, I suppose. The point Greer seems to have been making though - and quite effectively and with satirical humour - is that it's obviously one thing to fantasize/imagine that one is of the opposite biological gender to that which one was genetically assigned in utero, or that one is of some imaginary (nonexistent) gender or attack helicopter, when the biological and genetic reality of a two-gender state is staring one in the face, as it were, but it is quite another thing - absurd and physically impossible - to have a valid real-life experience as one of the opposite gender.
She illustrates that, despite that impossibility, violent self-harm - e.g., self-castration - is sometimes used as an infantile attempt to somehow make the imagined thing a reality - "make it so" - in a way that could reflect self-hate and which is perhaps an unconsciously ironic echo of:

“And if thine eye offend thee, pluck it out, and cast it from thee..."
- Matthew 18:9 (KJV)
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The politically correct label invented for the NOT-OK act (i.e., deemed to be a "socio-cultural crime", or something) of affecting the cultural aspects of people of another culture is "cultural appropriation" - regardless of how much one imagines oneself to be, or identifies oneself with, or how strongly one feels, that one actually is (say) an indigenous Sioux American-Indian, when one is in fact (say) a Caucasian American cowboy, or something.

Similarly, the politically correct term invented for the OK act (i.e., deemed to be "socio-culturally acceptable") of affecting the characteristics of the opposite gender is "gender identification". If you took Greer's point though, then it would probably be more accurate to call it "gender appropriation" by men, but that seems to be somehow a less-worse thing than "cultural appropriation". Thus it seems more politically correct or acceptable for a man to "appropriate" something from the female gender than it is for him to "appropriate" something from another (minority) culture. This could arguably seem to be inconsistent.
Greer seems to refute the idea anyway that men can do that (feminine gender appropriation) and she indicates that it is an absurdity to suppose that they can, and I suspect that she, being a woman and a feminist, probably knows whereof she speaks and may well have a valid point. She certainly makes the point in a satirically amusing way.

But it seems to be only amongst cultural Marxists in secular Western cultures that "gender rights" and the rights of non-heterosexuals is an issue anyway. The historical dogma of orthodox Christian sects across Europe was probably at root the cause of that, as it customarily generally proscribes homosexuality, but the majority of modern practicing Christians seem to have "moved on" from that and turn a blind eye to that bit of now-redundant dogma anyway. However, the reality is markedly different for non-heterosexuals in other cultures. For example, in Islamic (non-secular) cultures, homosexuality is a blasphemy under Sharia law and generally punishable by hanging or being thrown off a cliff, or a high building, or something, whereas in some parts of South East Asia (e.g., Thailand) non-heterosexual behaviour is regarded as being perfectly OK/normal.

In discussions with a very dear friend of mine, who is a Thai "lady-boy" (a sort of trans-gender cross-dresser and homosexual) who identifies with being a female, it is clear that he/she is much happier and more content when he/she is "being a woman" and being treated as a woman, no matter how laughable that may seem to a Western observer. But in Thailand, lady-boys (the Thai word for this sounds like "catteuil") and lesbians (the Thai word for this sounds like "thom", apparently shortened from the English "tomboy") have been accepted members of society since the year dot, since nothing in their society proscribes homosexuality or non-heterosexual behaviour. One can often see, in groups of children in Thai primary schools, that some of the boys are already catteuil, and they have been born that way, and they are cherished just the same as any other child and treated no differently in society as they grow up. But my Thai friend (whose preferred name is Khun Rose) is happy in his own skin and would be the first to agree that a catteuil cannot be a woman (except as an imperfect mimic), because of the genetics of human biology.
Note:

• "genetics" comes from "genesis", meaning "the origin or mode of formation of something.
  – ORIGIN OE, via L. from Gk, ‘generation, creation’, from the base of gignesthai ‘be born or produced’.
• "Genesis" being the first book of the Bible, which includes the story of the creation of the world.
• – Concise Oxford Dictionary (10th Ed.)

A long time back, Khun Rose sent me the "awkward moment" photo below (that's not him/her in the photo), because he/she thought it was very droll. (Knowing the catteuil sense of humour, I feel quite sure the "slip" in the photo would have been deliberately posed and entirely intentional as opposed to accidental.)

Thanks for sharing, that was a fun read. 

Wikihistory copyright © 2007 Desmond Warzel
I think it should have a copyright date of 2107 to make it more credible.
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Hilarious road signs from around the world

Lego GTA - not sure if this is for the gamers, short vids, or silly humour (you decide)

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My son (recently turned 7 y/o) discovered the ROBLOX game website about a year ago and loves it. He watches YouTube videos about the ROBLOX gameplay, to get tips & tricks for playing the games and also for hacking/cheating them.
Quite a few websites have these videos, but he prefers the Denis channel.

He today was watching and laughing at one of Denis' videos about a Landfall.se game site, where Denis was playing the simulation TRUMP vs HILLARY in the Totally Accurate Battle Simulator. It was rather droll - see @3:27 minutes:
(Trump looks undefeatable as he is armed with 2 x M16s, but Hillary throws emails - and she always wins!)


So now my 7 y/o son is hooked on this battle simulator - it seems like it's quite a lot of fun.