Tuesday, August 16, 2016
in the u.s. there are roughly 3 million unintended pregnancies...,
By CNu at August 16, 2016 0 comments
Labels: FAIL , po thang... , Tard Bidnis
Thursday, May 21, 2015
what has america come to when its third-world hoochies cain't even sell tail to feed their kids?
By CNu at May 21, 2015 0 comments
Labels: Collapse Casualties , po thang...
waco overseers dealt directly with breastaurant management, not the breastaurant community...,
By CNu at May 21, 2015 0 comments
Labels: Collapse Casualties , po thang...
Wednesday, May 06, 2015
overseers struggling with their loss of privilege..,
By CNu at May 06, 2015 0 comments
Labels: po thang... , Rule of Law , you used to be the man
Tuesday, May 05, 2015
clintons can't tell you what they're peddling, but the ex hon.bro.preznit just got the good negroe franchise...,
By CNu at May 05, 2015 4 comments
Labels: Obamamandian Imperative , po thang... , Race and Ethnicity
Wednesday, April 15, 2015
bill o'lielly declares "it's open season on christians and white men...,
By CNu at April 15, 2015 0 comments
Labels: Ass Clownery , po thang...
Monday, February 02, 2015
good thing melissa was there to save you bra, bet you cried inconsolably in your pillow...,
That’s when your employee told my wife, “I don’t think it was a race thing.”
Ummm… actually a black man being told to leave a restaurant because the restaurant believes that his presence is harassing four white women and their kids, even though there is literally no evidence to support that is TEXT BOOK racism. It is so old school it has a wing in the racism museum, right between the sit-ins at lunch counters and a southern redneck telling a black man on a business trip, “You ain’t from around here, are ya, boy?” My wife told your employee in no uncertain terms that we ABSOLUTELY knew it WAS a race thing, because we live with this shit everyday. Full disclosure, I heard about this exchange after it happened when we were headed home. While my wife was talking to your employee, I was cooing at my daughter in the car, for two reasons. 1) I love my daughter’s fat cheeks and big hazel eyes. And 2) I knew if I stood over my wife with my 6’4”, 250lb frame that it could very easily be spun that I was standing over your employee, and maybe that I was trying to intimidate her, or even worse that I was getting aggressive. I didn’t want to end up a hashtag. Again, we live with this shit everyday.
And look I understand that on College Avenue in “Berserkeley” that you might get some characters coming through your establishment that you might not want to serve. And it is your right to refuse service. For example, when we had breakfast that morning, there was a white guy with dreadlocks sitting directly across from your doorway spare change-ing everyone who went into and out of your restaurant. And I could understand if a business thought he was bothering people and if that business had asked him to leave. But he was there the entire time we had breakfast, at least an hour, and I didn’t see anyone tell him to, “SCRAM!” But when I stood amicably talking to my wife for a few minutes, it was a different story.
By CNu at February 02, 2015 0 comments
Labels: po thang...
Tuesday, April 29, 2014
should I reconsider my disdain for the lowly sex-worker?
By CNu at April 29, 2014 0 comments
Labels: information anarchy , po thang...
Sunday, April 27, 2014
national association for the advancement of certain people been licking and sucking them crusty toes for years...,
By CNu at April 27, 2014 0 comments
Labels: not a good look , po thang... , presstitution
Friday, April 25, 2014
where's olivia pope when cliven needs her most?
Cliven Bundy: No, I'm not a racist. But I did wonder that. Let me tell you something. I thought about this this morning quite a bit.
CC: Please.
CB: I thought about what Reverend Martin Luther King said. I thought about Rosa Park taking her seat at the front of the bus. Reverend Martin Luther King did not want her to take her seat in the front of the bus. That wasn't what he was talking about. He did not say go to the front of the bus and that's where your seat was. What Reverend King wanted was that she could sit anywhere in the bus and nobody would say anything about it. You and I can sit anywhere in the bus. That's what he wanted. That's what I want. I want her to be able to sit anywhere in the bus and I want to be able to sit by her any where in that bus. That's what he wanted. He didn't want this prejudice thing like the media tried to put on me yesterday. I'm not going to put up with that because that's not what he wanted. that's not what I want. I want to set by her anywhere on that bus and I want anybody to be able to do the same thing. That's what he was after, it's not a prejudice thing, but make us equal.
I took this boot off so I wouldn't put my foot in my mouth with the boot on. Let me see if I can say something. Maybe I sinned and maybe I need to ask forgiveness and maybe I don't know what I actually said. But you know when you talk about prejudice, we're talking about not being able to exercise what we think and our feelings. We're not freedom — we don't have freedom to say what we want. If I call — if I say 'negro' or 'black boy' or 'slave,' I'm — If those people cannot take those kind of words and not be offensive, then Martin Luther King hasn't got his job done yet. They should be able to — I should be able to say those things and they shouldn't offend anybody. I didn't mean to offend them.
CB: I don't even know how to talk about these ethnic groups.
CC: Then don't.
CB: But I'm going to because I'm interested in those people. I think they should have freedom and liberty.
By CNu at April 25, 2014 2 comments
Labels: po thang... , unintended consequences
Wednesday, December 25, 2013
virgin births on the rise all across the u.s.
By CNu at December 25, 2013 0 comments
Labels: po thang... , the wattles
Tuesday, December 24, 2013
the rot has set in sooooo deep.....,
By CNu at December 24, 2013 0 comments
Labels: po thang...
Saturday, December 08, 2012
Thursday, November 15, 2012
when try'na impress a skeezer and reckless teabaggery go wrong...,
By CNu at November 15, 2012 7 comments
Labels: Ass Clownery , po thang...
Saturday, July 28, 2012
did a female burro commit suicide?
Opinions vary from "yes they do" to "perhaps they do" to "no they don't" (see also). Some say animals don't have the same concept of death that we have and don't know that their lives will end when they do something to stop breathing.
Burro suicide?
After one of my talks in Buena Vista one of the women in the audience, Cathy Manning, told me a very simple but compelling story about a burro who seemed to kill herself. Cathy knew a female burro who gave birth to a baby with a harelip. The infant couldn't be revived and Cathy watched the mother walk into a lake and drown. It's known that various equines including horses and donkeys grieve the loss of others (see and and) so I didn't find this story to be inconsistent with what is known about these highly emotional beings.
I think it's too early to make any definite statements about whether animals commit suicide but this does not mean they don't grieve and mourn the loss of family and friends. What they're thinking when they're deeply sadded when another animal dies isn't clear but it's obvious that a wide variety of animals suffer the loss of family and friends. Cathy's story made me rethink the question if animals commit suicide and I hope this brief story opens the door for some good discussion about thie intriguing possibility. As some of my colleagues and I have stressed, we must pay attention to stories and hope they will stimulate more research in a given area.
By CNu at July 28, 2012 0 comments
Labels: agency , po thang...
Friday, June 17, 2011
female sex-slaves just make sense
IBT | A female Kuwaiti politician called for the legalization of the sex slavery, saying it would protect "decent, devout and virile Kuwaiti men" from adultery. It would keep them from the temptation of being seduced by another woman's beauty.
Salwa al Mutairi, a social activist who once ran for parliament, suggested bringing in female prisoners from war-torn countries, as it would be a "better life" for them, and they would not die of starvation.
Mutairi maintains there is "no shame in it and it is not haram (forbidden) under Islamic Sharia law."
To justify her claim, Mutairi cites an 8th century Muslim leader Haroun al-Rashid, who is rumoured to have had 2,000 mistresses.
In a recent visit to Mecca, she asked Muslim religious scholars what the Islamic ruling was on owning sex slaves, and was told that it is NOT haram.
Therefore, Mutairi claims, the ruling was confirmed by 'specialized people of the faith'.
"They said, that's right, the only solution for a decent man who has the means, who is overpowered by desire and who does not want to commit fornication, is to acquire jawari." Jawari is a plural form of the Arabic term 'sex slave'
She explains "For example, in the Chechnyan war, surely there are female Russian captives.
"So go and buy those and sell them here in Kuwait. Better than to have our men engage in forbidden sexual relations."
Mutairi detailed her proposal further, recommending that sex trade offices could operate the same way that recruitment agencies provide housemaids. And to "consider" the woman's feelings, the female prisoner should be at least 15 years old.
According to the politician, free women must be married with a contract, but with concubines, "the man just buys her and that's it."
Her suggestions, which went public via a Youtube video, brought in heavy criticism from fellow Kuwaitis and people around the world.
One person tweeted to Mutairi, "you're a disgrace to women everywhere."
Despite criticism, Mutairi insists, "I don't see any problem in this, no problem at all."
By CNu at June 17, 2011 9 comments
Labels: po thang... , psychopathocracy
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
facing factors he can no longer control...,
The Independent | So he will go down fighting. That's what Muammar Gaddafi told us last night, and most Libyans believe him. This will be no smooth flight to Riyadh or a gentle trip to a Red Sea holiday resort. Raddled, cowled in desert gowns, he raved on.
He had not even begun to use bullets against his enemies – a palpable lie – and "any use of force against the authority of the state shall be punished by death", in itself a palpable truth which Libyans knew all too well without the future tense of Gaddafi's threat. On and on and on he ranted. Like everything Gaddafi, it was very impressive – but went on far too long.
He cursed the people of Benghazi who had already liberated their city – "just wait until the police return to restore order", this dessicated man promised without a smile. His enemies were Islamists, the CIA, the British and the "dogs" of the international press. Yes, we are always dogs, aren't we? I was long ago depicted in a Bahraini newspaper cartoon (Crown Prince, please note) as a rabid dog, worthy of liquidation. But like Gaddafi's speeches, that's par for the course. And then came my favourite bit of the whole Gaddafi exegesis last night: HE HADN'T EVEN BEGUN TO USE VIOLENCE YET!
So let's erase all the YouTubes and Facebooks and the shooting and blood and gouged corpses from Benghazi, and pretend it didn't happen. Let's pretend that the refusal to give visas to foreign correspondents has actually prevented us from hearing the truth. Gaddafi's claim that the protesters in Libya – the millions of demonstrators – "want to turn Libya into an Islamic state" is exactly the same nonsense that Mubarak peddled before the end in Egypt, the very same nonsense that Obama and La Clinton have suggested. Indeed, there were times last night when Gaddafi – in his vengefulness, his contempt for Arabs, for his own people – began to sound very like the speeches of Benjamin Netanyahu. Was there some contact between these two rogues, one wondered, that we didn't know about?
In many ways, Gaddafi's ravings were those of an old man, his fantasies about his enemies – "rats who have taken tablets" who included "agents of Bin Laden" – were as disorganised as the scribbled notes on the piece of paper he held in his right hand, let alone the green-covered volume of laws from which he kept quoting. It was not about love. It was about the threat of execution. "Damn those" trying to stir unrest against Libya. It was a plot, an international conspiracy. "Your children are dying – but for what?" He would fight "until the last drop of my blood with the Libyan people is behind me". America was the enemy (much talk of Fallujah), Israel was the enemy, Sadat was an enemy, colonial fascist Italy was the enemy. Among the heroes and friends was Gaddafi's grandfather, "who fell a martyr in 1911" against the Italian enemy.
Dressed in brown burnous and cap and gown, Gaddafi's appearance last night raised some odd questions. Having kept the international media – the "dogs" in question – out of Libya, he allowed the world to observe a crazed nation: YouTube and blogs of terrible violence versus state television pictures of an entirely unhinged dictator justifying what he had either not seen on YouTube or hadn't been shown. And there's an interesting question here: dictators and princes who let the international press into their countries – Messrs Ben Ali/Mubarak/Saleh/Prince Salman – are permitting it to film their own humiliation. Their reward is painful indeed. But sultans like Gaddafi who keep the journos out fare little different.
The hand-held immediacy of the mobile phone, the intimacy of sound and the crack of gunfire are in some ways more compelling than the edited, digital film of the networks. Exactly the same happened in Gaza when the Israelis decided, Gaddafi-like, to keep foreign journalists out of their 2009 bloodletting: the bloggers and YouTubers (and Al Jazeera) simply gave us a reality we didn't normally experience from the "professional" satellite boys. Perhaps, in the end, it takes a dictator with his own monopoly on cameras to tell the truth. "I will die as a martyr," Gaddafi said last night. Almost certainly true.
By CNu at February 23, 2011 2 comments
Labels: po thang... , wikileaks wednesday
Sunday, February 13, 2011
2045 the year man becomes immortal
The entire field of artificial intelligence, or AI, is devoted to this question. But AI doesn't currently produce the kind of intelligence we associate with humans or even with talking computers in movies — HAL or C3PO or Data. Actual AIs tend to be able to master only one highly specific domain, like interpreting search queries or playing chess. They operate within an extremely specific frame of reference. They don't make conversation at parties. They're intelligent, but only if you define intelligence in a vanishingly narrow way. The kind of intelligence Kurzweil is talking about, which is called strong AI or artificial general intelligence, doesn't exist yet.
Why not? Obviously we're still waiting on all that exponentially growing computing power to get here. But it's also possible that there are things going on in our brains that can't be duplicated electronically no matter how many MIPS you throw at them. The neurochemical architecture that generates the ephemeral chaos we know as human consciousness may just be too complex and analog to replicate in digital silicon. The biologist Dennis Bray was one of the few voices of dissent at last summer's Singularity Summit. "Although biological components act in ways that are comparable to those in electronic circuits," he argued, in a talk titled "What Cells Can Do That Robots Can't," "they are set apart by the huge number of different states they can adopt. Multiple biochemical processes create chemical modifications of protein molecules, further diversified by association with distinct structures at defined locations of a cell. The resulting combinatorial explosion of states endows living systems with an almost infinite capacity to store information regarding past and present conditions and a unique capacity to prepare for future events." That makes the ones and zeros that computers trade in look pretty crude. (See how to live 100 years.)
Underlying the practical challenges are a host of philosophical ones. Suppose we did create a computer that talked and acted in a way that was indistinguishable from a human being — in other words, a computer that could pass the Turing test. (Very loosely speaking, such a computer would be able to pass as human in a blind test.) Would that mean that the computer was sentient, the way a human being is? Or would it just be an extremely sophisticated but essentially mechanical automaton without the mysterious spark of consciousness — a machine with no ghost in it? And how would we know?
Even if you grant that the Singularity is plausible, you're still staring at a thicket of unanswerable questions. If I can scan my consciousness into a computer, am I still me? What are the geopolitics and the socioeconomics of the Singularity? Who decides who gets to be immortal? Who draws the line between sentient and nonsentient? And as we approach immortality, omniscience and omnipotence, will our lives still have meaning? By beating death, will we have lost our essential humanity?
By CNu at February 13, 2011 1 comments
Labels: po thang...
AIPAC Powered By Weak, Shameful, American Ejaculations
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