Why are there trees I never walk under but large and melodious thoughts descend upon me? Walt Whitman, Song of the Open Road, 1856 |
Wednesday, January 16, 2013
On the road
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Walt Whitman
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Monday, January 07, 2013
May Asaram Baku become 500 years old
There is one rotten bastard in India I wish a very very long life (and not only one):
Asraram Baku, a self proclaimed guru and obviously unpretty influential idiot.
May this evil stupid bastard – and with him all his followers and brothers in spirit – lose all teeth except of one and become at least 500 years old and throughout the centuries enjoy horrible toothache 59 minutes of each hour and both slowly and painfully rotting testicles.
From The Indian Express:
Asaram Bapu holds girl responsible for Delhi gangrape,says 'spare' the rapists, slams media
Oh well, there is obviously not only something rotten in the state of India.
Asraram Baku, a self proclaimed guru and obviously unpretty influential idiot.
May this evil stupid bastard – and with him all his followers and brothers in spirit – lose all teeth except of one and become at least 500 years old and throughout the centuries enjoy horrible toothache 59 minutes of each hour and both slowly and painfully rotting testicles.
From The Indian Express:
Asaram Bapu holds girl responsible for Delhi gangrape,says 'spare' the rapists, slams media
"Only 5-6 people are not the culprits.
The victim daughter is as guilty as her rapists"
Oh well, there is obviously not only something rotten in the state of India.
Friday, January 04, 2013
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