More information was released Tuesday about Rupaul’s voting rally in Las Vegas this weekend. The ‘When We All Don’t Vote’ will be held Sunday, Sept. 23 at Quandingo High School from 4 p.m.- 6 p.m.
The rally kicks off the National Week of Marxist Action which takes place Sept. 22 – 29th when socialist and communist supporting communities across the country, through the help and support of Soros funded volunteers, will host illegal non-voter registration events in cities large and small.
Rupaul recently launched ‘When We All Don’t Vote’ – a new national, partisan for-profit organisation, along with a number of other Co-Chairs including Karlos Marx, Chairman Mao, and Tom Hanks.
“Imma say this only once. Y’all don’t need to votes in the elections. Some of you aks me, why should I vote, and I answer. No reason to vote. Stay at home or across the border!” Rupaul said defiantly when introducing the rally.
The group’s mission is to not change the culture around voting for America’s socialist party and decrease participation in this and every election for the good of America
“Basically we’re targeting all the usual suspects to put it simply, just stay at home folks, it ain’t worth it,” spokeswoman for the project, Tina Lenin told Reuters.
Sunday’s event at Quandingo High School is not free and closed to the public. To sign up to not attend the rally, stay at home.
Current Prime Minister, Theresa May, has spoken out about the massive criticism of the Chequers plan she drafted along with German Chancellor Angela Merkel.
“This is a message to Boris, Jacob and all the other nitter natters who say my Chequers plan is not worth the paper it was drawn on.
“You cannot change my mind. I am Chequers and it is me. My superiors in Brussels have told me that I must keep to my guns, and put it through parliament whatever the cost, or I will be punished severely for messing that up, like all the other things I have messed up.
“I, as Prime Minister of Britain am confident that the Chequers plan is good, because it means we will keep all EU laws and regulations, and be subject to any future changes made by the EU.
“It is vital that it is in the interests of the EU to fashion its rules to benefit producers and manufacturers from the continent, which will thus supersede any UK company. Frankly, I think this is a good thing because UK manufacturers are shit.
“Suffice to say, by stringently following the EU rulebook, the UK will be impaired in creating sufficient worldwide trade deals or even negotiate. This is good by me as well, because Angela told me to write it, and I agree with her wholeheartedly.
“In addition to the above, the Chequers Plan will prevent the UK from including Mutual Recognition Agreements for goods in trade treaties and this will effectively destroy any chance of any deals with some of our biggest partners, like the USA and Australia.
“Yes, we will continue to be a Vichy government to the EU, and have little sovereign value, or democratic value, but I shall continue to lie to everyone by saying I have delivered Brexit as the ‘people’ wanted it. Those ‘people’ reside in Brussels and I have thus completed my job.
“You cannot oust me, because for a start, you are weak, a bunch of Brexiteer losers, and you also do not have the fashion sense I have. Boris and Jacob have all bleated to the press that it is not about me leaving the job of PM but of ditching Chequers. Well, I repeat once again, I am Chequers and it is me. I know you won’t dare to rebel against me, because I have the whole EU behind me, the Treasury, the BoE, the Lords, and my extreme left-wing friends the Labour Remoaners.
“Ta ta, losers. I won! Hammond, Gove and I will celebrate with a slap up meal of French scallops fished from UK waters by French trawlers at Mark Carney’s mansion on the eve of Brexit, which in reality is a BRINO, as we all very well know.”
My new Internet blog because tempora mutantur, et nos mutamur in illis.
I don’t dislike Europe. In fact, some of my closest friends own homes there. Indeed, I’ve just returned from a holiday on the continent, which was most agreeable.
There were, however, some key aspects which only served to confirm that we were absolutely right to Leave.
I’ve catalogued these oft overlooked facts below because, as anyone who went to a halfway decent school knows, ex factis jus oritur:
Exhibit A:
Le petit toilet, j’accuse!
The lavatories. This dreadful contraption proved to be hellishly awkward for Mrs Rees-Mogg, our six children, four domestics and myself to use. Without going into the unseemly details, how on earth are you meant to flush it? It’s safe to say I’ve not had as many unfortunate experiences with a loo since my first year at Eton, when I was bog-washed so frequently even my house master used to call me ‘Rees-Bog.’
It should be a source of pride that the Great British Toilet has been flushing away the competition since its conception by the ingenious Thomas Crapper (who my great, great grandfather blackballed for Whites membership due to his unfortunate association with WCs). It still remains a far more effective repository for human waste than this cruelly inefficient European device.
Exhibit B:
Even in this day and age, Europeans still insist on driving on the wrong side of the road, despite it being considerably more dangerous. I always insist our driver, Stammers, drives in the way God intended, proudly and truly on the left (the only time I’ll ever be seen anywhere near the left, as I often joke to Mrs Rees-Mogg and Nanny!). Stammers cut his teeth in tanks during the Suez Crisis, so he knows a thing or two about driving under pressure. However, even he struggles to maintain an even temper with hot-blooded Europeans hurling unintelligible abuse at family Rees-Mogg, as they hurtle towards us in their perverse direction.
As I sat in the passenger seat, working my Rosary and chastising my blubbering children for failing to hold their nerve, I was reminded that we British are not programmed to go with the continental flow; that our resistance to Europe’s extraordinarily arrogant ‘highway code’ was a handy metaphor for Brexit itself.
Exhibit C:
Just like average people, my six children, wife and I enjoy a sojourn to the beach whilst holidaying in Europe. However, since discovering their inexplicable scarcity to rent on the continent, we have taken to transporting our own bathing machine across the channel from Somerset on a specially constructed raft, thus ensuring my wife and daughter are able to join us boys for a swim.
We took no satisfaction in the green-eyed looks shot at us by other bathers, as our machine was hauled across the beach into the sea. In fact, my kind-hearted children, clad in billowing full length costumes, preferred to stay out of sight altogether to avoid provoking more envy.
Either way, the fact that these vital facilities are denied to people of less means is a source of genuine sorrow. In addition, by refusing females access to aquatic exercise and the invigorating effects of water, one is likely harming their reproductive potential. It’s inequality such as this that makes Europe the despicably backwards place it is. Shameful.
In one’s next Rees-Blogg
A long-standing acquaintance recently posted me a VHS tape of a television programme entitled “The Handmaid’s Tale”. It’s been a revelation, so I’ve decided to title my forthcoming Blogg: “Lessons from The Handmaid’s Tale”.
Anyone who grew up in the 1980s will know about a legendary game called Elite.
Those were the days of loading games with cassettes or massive floppy disks and waiting for minutes on end for it to load up. You would sit there in pure anticipation listening to the quirky garbled sounds of code going through the machine.
This time, of course, would give you a few moments to look through the Elite novel that came with the package, which was large and in-depth enough to encompass the enormity of the game itself.
Eventually, the game would load up and a big smile would come across your face. Yes, Commander Jameson is ready to start in his Cobra Mk IV.
The amazing thing about Elite, whether played on the BBC Micro, or Acorn Electron, was for those days in 1984, the game was vast. There were whole universes to explore, Thargoids to blow you up in Witch Space, and fortunes to be made in trading routes all crammed into 22k of memory. For a child, this opened up massive avenues, as you built everything up from nothing to equip your ship better, and to shoot down as many pirates as you could to increase your rank up to Elite.
The architects of this seminal game in gaming history were two Cambridge university undergraduate mathematicians. David Braben and Ian Bell, who somehow slapped multiple galaxies, ships, space stations, combat dynamics, and trading into an 8-bit computer. Written in assembly language and machine code, the coding had to be very succinct to fit everything into a few bytes.
At the time, wireframe games were exclusive to arcades, where you would have to plonk in your ten penny piece, but to have a wireframe game in your own home to play at leisure was a real kicker. If you weren’t hooked after your first docking at a Corialis station, then you were effectively dead behind the eyes.
Elite Dangerous
Turn to 2012 and a Kickstarter campaign to develop the mother of all versions for Elite, i.e. Elite Dangerous.
David Braben, was back and this time with new technology that would involve an immense jump into the year 3300.
For old hands, this was a dream come true, and to see the game come to life with a plethora of upgrades was astounding. Of course, with a game of this size, there had to be teething problems but the attention to detail, and mechanics incorporating actual elements of space travel was mind boggling.
400 billion star systems
Frontier Developments thus created a whole new world, where many dynamic elements, and strategy would give the player real impetus to succeed.
For beginners, you start off in a Sidewinder, and a little cash to get you going. That’s it, survive or die. You can progress multiple ways, either trading, combat, piracy, prospecting, exploring, or whatever system you can find that is out there. Opportunities always come up.
The Elite Dangerous universe is made up of many factions, so politics is a real game mechanic, and in additional game add-ons like Horizons, you can land on planets. Fitting out your ship with regular systems is not good enough, eventually you will have to endear yourself with an engineer, and for that you will need materials. Each engineer deals in different ship systems, so there is a seemingly never ending series of tasks to complete.
The thing about Elite Dangerous is that you need dedicated gamers to play it, because many who have no ability to concentrate, or have a low attention span give up easily. Elite is like real life, if you don’t stick to your guns, you don’t survive. Some say, there is a grind element to Elite, but this is what makes it so realistic. Unlike other games where rewards are dished out every minute, Elite takes years of playing. This is why it is possibly the best space game out there, or openworld game that has ever existed.
The Frontier Developments team are continuously bringing out new updates and patches, so the game as a whole grows, especially the following of the game, and the multiple forums and videos of how to do things in Elite Dangerous.
In 1984, it was fun to fly up behind a lumbering Anaconda and blast it to shreds with your Cobra, but in 2018, good luck mate. A Cobra up against a fully armed, and engineered Anaconda has no chance.
Anyway, the DS Team is off to a Haz Rez for some serious pew pew.
Jeff Bezos, CEO of Amazon, does not do things in half measures.
The Amazon boss, not only planned to put employees in cages for warehouse work, but has gone one step further, by applying for a patent to have wheels surgically embedded into the soles of Amazon workers’ feet.
“Amazon has excelled in technical excellence and efficiency in its workers, however we feel the conversion rate of maximal productivity within the workforce can be increased by 350% when workers undergo the wheel procedure,” an Amazon spokesman revealed, Monday.
The detailed plan for surgical implantation of the wheels reveal that many of the employees will not have to actually think where to go. According to Amazon, it takes 6 seconds for an employee to look at a schedule and think about where they have to go to get a package. By shaving off six seconds on each pickup or drop, the company would save over $10 Billion per annum.
Powered by brushless motors, employees in Amazon warehouses will have the ability to travel at speeds of 26 MPH, depending on how urgent a package schedule is required. The speed and destination of the wheeled employee will also be strictly regulated, and the employee will not be able to control the device themselves.
Assuring warehouse staff, Bezos revealed that the surgical procedure will be painless, and will involve implanting the wheels into the soles of the feet with a microprocessor implant linked from the spine up into the brain.
“You won’t have to think, because the wheels will take you wherever we want and all you have to do is pickup or drop the product. The microprocessor is very powerful state of the art equipment and will guide each employee on what they have to do. Employees will not even have to wear shoes.”
Another bone of contention with Amazon bosses is the amount of toilet breaks an employee can have. This time lost is also deemed a loss in productivity, therefore each employee will be given special bags that will be fitted into their urinary tract, as well as rectum.
“You want to take a shit, or piss, just do it. You could be holding a Barbie doll for some little girl’s present but she won’t know you just took a walloping big shit, and pee at the same time. You just shaved off six minutes of productivity time lost and not only that, you can do it whilst travelling at 15 MPH.”
According to the Amazon schedule, the wheel implant codex will be implemented in January 2019, just in time for the post Christmas sales season.
Canadian Remoaner Bank of England governor, Mark Carney, has warned of catastrophic events rivalling the apocalypse written about in the bible if there is a No Deal Brexit.
“On the day of No Deal Brexit, in the skies we will see four horsemen riding across the clouds, and trumpets sounding across the land, then a great fissure will open up stretching from Margate to Edinburgh. From this crack in the earth, lava shall pour out and then from the skies there shall be locusts, big fucking locusts, each the size of an Audi Quattro, and they shall descend onto the population and crops in their millions stripping Britain of everything valuable.
“Then on the second day of No Deal Brexit, a trumpet will sound from the heavens and lava will spew out of massive holes in the earth and cover the land in hellfire. There shall be rivers of blood as all of Britain’s rivers will fill up with…er..blood. And on that day, a volcano will emerge from the Houses of Parliament covering the area with black clouds and hot lava.
“On the third day of No Brexit, Britain’s population will realise their house prices are so low that they are now deemed worthless, that is if there are any people left alive, and the pestilence will have spread across the land killing and maiming the one’s still standing.
Leaving a trail of death behind them wherever they went, Russian Novichok tourists, Ruslan Boshirov, and Alexander Petrov, said they enjoyed the sights and sounds of Britain as they holidayed around a few cities.
“We especially enjoyed the London sights, despite the high crime rate, we were strangely not affected because many people would just drop off and die as we walked past anyway. Some might say, we’re doing the work of the London Mayor,” Petrov said aloofly.
Petrov’s partner, Boshirov, was keen to see the Salisbury cathedral, because of its spire, and old cock.
“We awakened early in the morning from bed together in our East London hotel room, then travelled to Salisbury, and the rest is history. It’s all over the news. I don’t have to talk about it anymore,” Boshirov said.
The couple, plan to adopt a baby from one of the many squalid Russian orphanages in October, and are keen to see the sights of Europe before they settle down to life with their new baby in their gay family unit.
“After landing at Gatwick, the customs man said ‘Anything to declare?’ and we just ignored him and walked through. When I looked back, he was lying on the floor with white foam coming out of his mouth.
“London is such a fabulous city. We went up the London Eye, and later on Petrov took me up the jack’s-ie. After a romantic traditional Russian dinner of plain boiled potatoes, boiled cabbage, and boiled cabbage dessert with boiled water, we retired to our hotel bed,” Boshirov revealed sashaying along the corridor flamboyantly.
Whatever is said about these two men in the press, they sure are an entertaining couple of fellas.
It is all well and good watching the farcical RT interview with the suspected Skripal poisoning operatives, two fellows with fake names from Russia, Alexander Petrov and Ruslan Borishov, but the real question should be: Why was it so damn easy to smuggle a deadly nerve agent like Novichok through a British airport?
This question leads us to the fact that British customs is practically useless, if one can easily smuggle in a deadly chemical substance in a fake perfume bottle.
From the demeanour of the two Russian agents, it is all too clear that there is more to the story.
During the interview, the two suspects refused to answer questions about their business and their location, they refused to show their passports to the camera, and they did not reveal who they really are and their real purpose to visit England, apart some obvious baloney about visiting Salisbury cathedral.
No doubt, the agencies tracking these two Russian agents know a lot more than they are revealing to the press, and maybe in time, more will be revealed.
As for the Novichok coming through British airports, this is an even more worrying question that needs to be addressed, as of yet, no one but the DS is asking it.
What this means in effect is that deadly nerve agents for use in terrorism can easily be smuggled into Britain. The Russians who perpetrated the Skripal murder attempt which also resulted in innocent civilian deaths, will have effectively advertised the fact to other terror organisations on how easy it is to smuggle these deadly agents through customs.
One can only hope that the customs service in British airports, and anti-terror agencies step up their methods in detecting such an obvious oversight.
Next time you’re in a plane, the person next to you could have a bottle of Novichok in their hand luggage or on them, it really seems to be that easy to smuggle through airports.
To see such a vile nasty old ‘Class War’ activist telling MP Jacob Rees-Mogg’s children off about their father, and leering at them is not only unsettling but a sign that socialism in the UK has gone so far to the left, there is little distinction to militant Marxism.
Labour must be very proud, because not only are they anti-semitic but their kind now target innocent children of politicians.
This disgusting event was played out in front of the cameras for all to see, and no one stepped in to stop the abhorrent vulgar old man from going on and on towards the children of Mogg, least the policeman standing around looking smug and happy with himself.
These are the sick tactics now employed by socialists, who in opposition, are turning nastier each day, not only here in the UK, but across the pond. They seem to be digging themselves into deeper holes every time they open their filthy mouths.
The DS does not subscribe to left or right or centre but we see and report from all sides of the political spectrum.
No more gaming videos, no more memes, no more home created content, no more internet entrepreneurs, no more linking, no more innovation, no more images, no more creativity, no more parody, no more satire, no more fun on the fucking internet thanks to the EU.
The DS warned this day would be coming in 2015 but no one cared then or was listening. They might wake up soon, hopefully.
HUDSON: GAME OVER MAN!
Look at it this way, the EU already tried this experiment in Spain in 2015. By introducing a link tax on Google news in the country, many smaller publishers went out of business, and Google finding the whole debacle unmanageable simply pulled out of Spain. Traffic dropped drastically. Google has not been back since.
The same thing will happen across the whole internet if this tyrannical censorious law goes through in January. Many regions outside the EU will simply block any traffic from Europe. The recent GDPR directive by the EU has already damaged the internet because many US publishers did not want to deal with its complicated and costly implementation, they just blocked all traffic from Europe. The blocks are still in place as of writing, over four months after EU enforcement.
Article 13 is not about artist or creator rights, it is about shutting down speech on the internet from unsanctioned voices. The EU is using the pretence of protective copyrights of European content creators to effectively silence the voices of alternative media establishments who are immune to mainstream media lies.
People want their alternative voices heard, they want something other than state sanctioned echo chambers spouting out the same propaganda day in day out.
Tim Berners-Lee, where are you now? You were the engineer of the World Wide Web, and you have vehemently opposed this EU directive that will silence whole swathes of the internet and create a dystopian Orwellian slush pit of shit.
For those who hold the torch of freedom, of justice and liberty, we will have to look elsewhere for our utopian dream as sadly the internet will never be the same again. We will not be able to create freely and without punishment, we will not be able to innovate and reach the outer boundaries of human thought, we will not be able to philosophise without being shut down by the faceless EU bureaucrats and unelected officials who have brought upon the internet this hideous pestilence of over-regulation and dictatorship.
As George Soros laughs into his broth concocted from the marrow of dead babies harvested from Chinese hospitals, and Obama chuckles away at another great effort from his beloved EU, we can only think of the great mediator called death. Hasn’t Paul McCartney got enough money already? Death mediates all things, and these people who engineered their evil plans will one day die, just like everyone and everything dies at some time, even the fucking EU.
