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I’d want one with rapid-fire capability.

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If it works, this will be huge.

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I want one of these so badly it makes my teeth hurt.

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Sign that kid up.

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You know who you are.

Up until this point, white people were consuming most of their water in the form of expensive bottles like Fiji, Aquafina and Dasanai. To this day, many white people continue to get their water in this fashion, and it is important to be aware about how your choice of water can say a lot about who you are.

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 In addition to accumulating sexual partners, binge drinking, drug use and learning, white people consider studying abroad to be one of the most important parts of a well rounded college education.

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In most situations, white people are very comforted by seeing their own kind. However, when they are eating at a new ethnic restaurant or traveling to a foreign nation, nothing spoils their fun more than seeing another white person.

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If you find yourself invited to a concert with a white person, do NOT expect to dance. Prepare yourself for three hours of standing reasonably still. It is also advised to get a beer or (if legal) a cigarette so you have something to do with your hands. Although it is acceptable to occasionally raise one hand and point just above the stage.

Read it. At last — a home for the People of the Crust.

Ever wonder what sort of stuff Mencius Moldbug would write for The Onion? Well, now you don’t have to.

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And it’s free.

It doesn’t get much better than this.

Read it. We Have The Technology.

Watch it. Hold ’em high at Eighth and I.

This is amazing. I’m not sure, but I think it’s a commercial. If it is, it deserves some kind of award.

Oh, PCR stands for Polymerase Chain Reaction, but you don’t need to know that, really.

Read it. So videogames give us an entire generation of tank gunners, anti-aircraft missile operators, and — surgeons? *sigh*

Read it. Pretty in pink.

Read it. Imagine The Terminator in High School.

You know you want one.

Read it. And the hits just keep on comin’.

Watch it. This is really freaky.

Read it. For those who really truly long for a washing machine that costs as much as a small car.

Read it. Pluck is not completely extinguished. Ya gotta love Australians.

A band played Waltzing Matilda and Maoris performed a haka as they were each handed a beer.

Kiwis are pretty cool, too.

Read it. If I ever wind up in a wheelchair, this is the wheelchair I want to wind up in.

I still say it needs a 50-cal mount. (Or a Phalanx! Yeah, that’s the ticket.)

Read it. When you care enough to send the very best.

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Read it. Keep your fingers crossed.

Read it. And the hits just keep on comin’.

Read it. Can heroin and other vegetable alkaloids be far behind?

Read it. When I saw this my first thought was “Navy SEALs”.

Read it. A healthy trend.

Read it. One of those heartwarming stories that encapsulate the spirit of the season.

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Read it. Not a bad trick.

Read it. And go have that double cheeseburger you’ve been thinking about. It’s for the children.

Read it. “You can make a mainframe/from the things you find at home….”

Andrew Ferguson is an excellent writer. Even if you don’t care about National Review or William F Buckley Jr, and many don’t, this review is worth reading just for the reading of it.

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Read it. This is actually a very clever idea.

Tyler Cowan makes his pick.

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Read it. Let’s all go push on a rope….

Read it. You, too, can participate in the modern movement to prolong dependence and fecklessness among the Underclass while at the same time providing employment for like-minded People of the Crust whose goal in life is feeling good about themselves instead of, you know, solving a problem.

Give until it feels good — remember, over 700 agencies across the Washingto region are trusting in your gullibility; do not let them be disappointed, or the angels (not that we believe in angels, necessarily, but angels serve as an excellent metaphor for the ebullient outpouring of human compassion and, hey, we’re all about metaphor) will weep for you.

Our boy Mencius Moldbug has a facility for sarcasm that I find somewhat inspiring. I find the concept of the “Social-Justice Badger” quite intriguing.

An intellectual crackhead is anyone who happens to be engaged in the generation, incubation, or dissemination of intellectual crack. Intellectual crack is any nonsense that is widely and confidently believed by a large population of full-grown adults.

And who could argue with that?

Read it. Cops are salivating.

Read it. In case you were curious. I know I was.

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Read it. Go, Fred.

The interesting thing about the Thompson proposal is that it will actually introduce a market (i.e. democracy) into the American tax system – and people will be able to vote with their money (which is the only kind of vote that is truly honest). And, of course, the nominal “Democrats” will oppose it tooth and nail, thus revealing themselves (once again) as the Oxymoron Party. (They’re all for choice, when it’s a choice of which they approve.)

The really interesting part is how many RINOs show up to join the Idiocrats to oppose it. A good litmus test, I’m thinking.

Read it. Why not? If the people who hate him hated me, I’d feel pretty good about myself.

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Read it. You know it had to happen.