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Peter Langer, Das Magazin
editor: I just discovered Peter Langer via haw-lin, one of my favorite blogs.

thingsorganizedneatly:

Peter Langer, Das Magazin

editor: I just discovered Peter Langer via haw-lin, one of my favorite blogs.

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Russell Brand puts Sean Hannity’s hypocrisy on blast, and let me tell you:It’s a beautiful thing.http://bit.ly/1uLVGpR

Theatrical Jesus Vs Hitler? Give him the moustache… Just sayin’.  

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Russell Brand puts Sean Hannity’s hypocrisy on blast, and let me tell you:

It’s a beautiful thing.

http://bit.ly/1uLVGpR

Theatrical Jesus Vs Hitler? Give him the moustache… Just sayin’.  

Animal Farm - Chapter one, Major’s speech

"Now, comrades, what is the nature of this life of ours? Let us face it: our lives are miserable, laborious, and short. We are born, we are given just so much food as will keep the breath in our bodies, and those of us who are capable of it are forced to work to the last atom of our strength; and the very instant that our usefulness has come to an end we are  slaughtered with hideous cruelty. No animal in England knows the meaning of happiness or leisure after he is a year old. No animal in England is free. The life of an animal is misery and slavery: that is the plain truth. 

"But is this simply part of the order of nature? Is it because this land 
of ours is so poor that it cannot afford a decent life to those who dwell 
upon it? No, comrades, a thousand times no! The soil of England is 
fertile, its climate is good, it is capable of affording food in abundance 
to an enormously greater number of animals than now inhabit it. This 
single farm of ours would support a dozen horses, twenty cows, hundreds of sheep—and all of them living in a comfort and a dignity that are now almost beyond our imagining. Why then do we continue in this miserable condition? Because nearly the whole of the produce of our labour is stolen from us by human beings. There, comrades, is the answer to all our problems. It is summed up in a single word—Man. Man is the only real enemy we have. Remove Man from the scene, and the root cause of hunger and overwork is abolished for ever. 

"Man is the only creature that consumes without producing. He does not 
give milk, he does not lay eggs, he is too weak to pull the plough, he 
cannot run fast enough to catch rabbits. Yet he is lord of all the 
animals. He sets them to work, he gives back to them the bare minimum that will prevent them from starving, and the rest he keeps for himself. Our labour tills the soil, our dung fertilises it, and yet there is not one of us that owns more than his bare skin. You cows that I see before me, how many thousands of gallons of milk have you given during this last year? And what has happened to that milk which should have been breeding up sturdy calves? Every drop of it has gone down the throats of our enemies. And you hens, how many eggs have you laid in this last year, and how many of those eggs ever hatched into chickens? The rest have all gone to market to bring in money for Jones and his men. And you, Clover, where are those four foals you bore, who should have been the support and pleasure of your old age? Each was sold at a year old—you will never see one of them again. In return for your four confinements and all your labour in the fields, what have you ever had except your bare rations and a stall? 

"And even the miserable lives we lead are not allowed to reach their 
natural span. For myself I do not grumble, for I am one of the lucky ones. I am twelve years old and have had over four hundred children. Such is the natural life of a pig. But no animal escapes the cruel knife in the end. You young porkers who are sitting in front of me, every one of you will scream your lives out at the block within a year. To that horror we all must come—cows, pigs, hens, sheep, everyone. Even the horses and the dogs have no better fate. You, Boxer, the very day that those great muscles of yours lose their power, Jones will sell you to the knacker, who will cut your throat and boil you down for the foxhounds. As for the dogs, when they grow old and toothless, Jones ties a brick round their necks and drowns them in the nearest pond. 

"Is it not crystal clear, then, comrades, that all the evils of this life of ours spring from the tyranny of human beings? Only get rid of Man, and the produce of our labour would be our own. Almost overnight we could become rich and free. What then must we do? Why, work night and day, body and soul, for the overthrow of the human race! That is my message to you, comrades: Rebellion! I do not know when that Rebellion will come, it might be in a week or in a hundred years, but I know, as surely as I see this straw beneath my feet, that sooner or later justice will be done. Fix your eyes on that, comrades, throughout the short remainder of your lives! And above all, pass on this message of mine to those who come after you, so that future generations shall carry on the struggle until it is victorious. 

"And remember, comrades, your resolution must never falter. No argument must lead you astray. Never listen when they tell you that Man and the animals have a common interest, that the prosperity of the one is the prosperity of the others. It is all lies. Man serves the interests of no creature except himself. And among us animals let there be perfect unityperfect comradeship in the struggle. All men are enemies. All animals are comrades.” 

George Orwell - Animal Farm (1945)

Basement Jaxx - Never Say Never ft. ETML#

So wanted them to uncover it and reveal the Dodgerbot. Programmed to dance and entertain…and make people want to have sex, apparently.

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bonerfart:

idonotneedthisrightnow:

you are acute coffee pie

you are narrow, scalding and irrational

you are a badly drawn crocodile hot beverage Stonehenge  

bonerfart:

idonotneedthisrightnow:

you are acute coffee pie

you are narrow, scalding and irrational

you are a badly drawn crocodile hot beverage Stonehenge  

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