U.S. Secretary of State HILLARY CLINTON, remarking on the killings in Libya. (via inothernews)
Funny that someone as horribly violent as Hillary Clinton thinks she has any ground to stand on when decrying any sort of violence and its possible justifications and context.
New hipster shit: ELECTRONIC MUSIC ABOUT GRAPPLING. Gonna go make a song in Ableton called “Dislocation” about getting caught in a kimura lock. STANDBY, PITCHFORK.
I fully endorse this. With more detailed songs it’ll become quickly apparent who has no clue what the fuck they’re talking about. Or they’ll just pull off some nice sounding creepy shit like Grimes. Either way, TIME TO WEED.
Additional note: It’s like the Toadies came back and made some more creepy songs about small-town back country urban legends…
for this week’s True for Tuesday, let’s learn about drones! Above, a drone poem!
For other drone truths, consult an oracle! Just follow my handy How-To:
In the pitch-dark close your eyes tight and imagine a wealthy gentleman’s club with leather seats, invisible servants, want for nothing and the undeniable smell of copious amounts of grain alcohols. This is the Spirit Drone Home. Begin to invoke the names of drones in a chant like so (sometimes aided by ingesting Methedrone or Mephedrone), “Predator Batmav Gnat. Wasp Sentinal DarkStar. Hummingbird ShadowBell EagleEye. Hunter GrayEagle Pioneer Hunter Reaper.” Open your eyes and an avatar of the Great Spirit Of All Drones will appear before you, if you’re lucky it’ll take the shape of one of the not-yet-to-be-launched-but-dear-in-the-hopes-and-aspirations-of-many-a-military-general-cum-political-power-with-looming-heart-disease ones like the Cormorant:
(note: the Cormorant is a surveillance drone, but even then it is up to the discretion of the drone avatar itself whether to bring along flaming piles of rubble into your drone vision quest)
You may ask the drone any couple questions you want that don’t pertain to the drone’s own existence. Some tips and tricks: