

YouTube does not do that, unless you’re referring to sponsorships which are mostly handled and organized and introduced to the viewer apart from YouTube’s meddling.


YouTube does not do that, unless you’re referring to sponsorships which are mostly handled and organized and introduced to the viewer apart from YouTube’s meddling.


Sampson option


You will not be pleased.


That trick doesn’t work anymore. Maybe Zionists should stop playing into stereotypes by bribing influencers and paying off politicians and the news media.


I try to think rationally, but sometimes it really feels like the global elite are the real authority and the rest is just pomp and circumstance.


It seems that the globe is willing to lie down and get fucked by the US… I’m surprised by the complacency.


Lame and spineless, imo.


They have the most disgusting reporting. It arrives at my office, and sometimes when I want to punish myself or know my enemy I’ll crack it open.


My Ass Gets Attacked Action


That’s a school bus! Which makes it much worse.


Bring back U.S. oil! After all, people were paying them!


The future is now, old man!
Whirlwind is definitely my favorite. My other comment went into why, but specifically I really enjoy the jackpot shot, because the timing is very difficult and the payoff is huge. Other contenders would be Taxi (Gorbie cracks me up and those ramp shots are punishing but rewarding) and Pin*Bot (massive skill ceiling, banging IDM soundtrack that was ahead of its time). I haven’t played many post-Williams tables, but of the ones I have played I enjoyed Stranger Things for its simplicity and the Demogorgon shot.
This selection makes it obvious that I grew up on vpins, as Stern does not license their tables virtually. There are still many, many iconic tables I haven’t played or have only dabbled with: Twilight Zone, Black Lagoon come to mind.
Attack from mars I’ve only played a handful of times. The scores are too high for my tastes, but I enjoy the risk-reward UFO shot and it’s generally just a hilarious table.
If you’re lucky, you might have a club near you. Nothing but pinball. They’re usually pretty calm too. Check out the pinball map
I absolutely agree. A society must walk before it can run.
The statement “audiobooks aren’t reading” is an oversimplification. It would be better to say that audiobooks can be less beneficial to certain people.
I say this from personal experience - when I listen to an audiobook, I am not devoting my entire essence to the task, there is still room for other activity. I don’t like that. I think there is much to be gained through the solitary and mentally taxing reading that print necessitates.
But yes, many people prefer audiobooks. That’s okay. I still think people should challenge themselves, however, in both the books they read and how they read them, in order to broaden the scope of their understanding. The potential for personal growth is astronomical; who knows what one misses when they aren’t 100% committed to the information?
Re: progression, it has stagnated. I suppose there’s only so much you can do. But when you compare the tables of the 70’s to the tables of the 80’s to the tables of the 90’s the progression is astonishing.
By all means, tear down the illusory veil of peace, just as the US has. A rotten situation all around. Targeting oil infrastructure makes sense, strategically, but what does this accomplish?
Anyways, Fuck the Epstein Class. May they all perish at the hands of “Our Lord ” and burn in “Eternal Hellfire”.
How many feathers can they pluck from the proletariat before the Hen rears its head and starts pecking? When will the Cock bear its claws?
The Hen and Cock will soon be naked and bereft of their identity, cold and shivering and scared, reduced to nothing more than sentient bags of flesh and bone, dwarfed by the imposing and seemingly insurmountable stature of the plucker.
In an absence of feathers, flesh is taken.
It hurts. Tremendously.
And soon the Hen and Cock will die together, and they’ll have their insides outside, and they’ll be ground up and eaten, turned to shit.
Shit is inert. Unmoving, unconscious, and utterly incapable.
Could the Hen and Cock have saved themselves, had they a means to defy their innate and learned conditioning?
Hens and Cocks can’t do that.
I say this typing from my phone.
One thing that’s cool about technology is that it lets us operate outside our evolutionary and imparted constraints. Fuck you, multiplication tables. Fuck you, cable news. Fuck you, school system. I have the means to multiply, I have the means to teleport across the globe and see it all firsthand; I have the entire world and the history of Humanity’s entire bloodline in cusp of my fucking hand.
And yet I am still constrained by this bag of flesh. I am flawed, an addict, a slave to The Entertainment, not even a cock, just an ant that moves numbers instead of dirt.