Costa Rica, you are ALSO demilitarized and set to be the first carbon neutral country in the WORLD. You are the fucking shit and I want to be in you. Wiki Link
Ahahahahaha, “Staring SUPER Vagina!” is the best line in the whole thing. Don’t watch if you’re not keen on spoilers, but really this is what the trailer should have been.
Because instantly alienating a huge chunk of your demographic through offensive humour is the best way to sell soda pop. (x)
I frankly don’t get the joke of those commercials. LOL SEXISM IS HILARIOUS AND WILL TOTALLY GET PEOPLE TO BUY OUR PRODUCT.
WTF? I used to love Dr. Pepper. I guess I can’t buy it anymore. :C
Do you like the attention you are receiving? I assure you, it will not be stopping yet. I aim to expose you, and bring you down once and for all. You’ve been in this business far too long, and far too many elephants have suffered at your hands. You have been responsible for the death of many elephants, tigers, and other tools of entertainment. You have caused a frightened baby elephant to drown, after it swam away from one of your trainers, terrified of punishment, unable to swim, and died. Do not attempt to deny this, there is video evidence. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7shHYryHJOE
Your “elephant conservation centre”, a laughable name designed to trick the public into thinking you care about animal welfare, is a place of torture, full of horror, where baby elephants are forcibly removed from their mothers, kicking and screaming, dragged away by other elephants. They do not want to play, they do not want to learn, they want their mothers. So you tie them up, prod them with bullhooks, shout at them. If they do not understand, do not comply, you forcibly manipulate them into unnatural poses, as part of your “tricks” set.
On August 5, 2004, an eight-month old elephant named Ricardo died at Ringling Brother’s breeding facility – the Centre for Elephant Conservation. Ringling Brothers claims that this young elephant “fell” off a tub while playing, broke both his legs, and had to be euthanized. However, at a subsequent trial against the circus under the Endangered Species Act, Ricardo’s trainer, Gary Jacobson, admitted under cross-examination that Ricardo was being “trained to get on the tub” when he fell and broke his legs. Mr. Jacobson also admitted that this “training” involved the use of a bull hook and a rope that was tied around Ricardo’s trunk.
You know that the truth is surfacing, and it worries you. You have resorted to really sprucing up your conservation centre and to bring in more customers, you have been selling tickets at discounted rates with a number of coupons, because business just isn’t what it used to be.
Your customers are wising up. They realise that thousands of videos, photographs and rumours about animals beaten savagely with bullhooks are true. They know that your elephants are chained for every single hour of the day that they are not performing or being walked around. They know your big cats live in misery in tiny barren cages.
This will not be tolerated any more. I will never stop fighting for the freedom and welfare of your abused slaves until you are run out of business for good. You do not even visit my country. That does not mean I care any less. If I can do this, if I can get the word out about your abuse to the extent that you are already seeing the losses, imagine what my friends can do? Imagine the protesters that show up while you are in town, outside your circus every single day, showing everybody the truth? Eventually nobody will want to see your act again.
We, the people, care. And we will never go away, we will never stop fighting. Be warned, Ringling Brothers.
…*send*…
Perfection.
Ringling used to perform in the city where I grew up, but they are no longer welcome there and no longer seek to host performances in my country. Then, when I was a child, everyone knew that they were guilty of animal cruelty. Why, then, 20 years later, are they still in business, still performing at all?
The best circuses feature human acrobats, anyways. I just don’t understand.
Ancient Kefalos Bridge, Cyprus
Beautiful, inspiring scenery. Saving for future reference!
I had a nightmare last night that I went to a salon for a hair cut - the first hair cut I’d had in 5 years. I booked the stylist with 10 years of experience and when I sat down she became a kid in a lab smock. Suddenly my long pretty hair was all jaggedly cut and I had weird bangs of all different lengths.
The panic attack woke me up.
Man, I need a hair cut. :C
One theory I’ve heard pertaining to Batman called the “Batman in Silent Hill” Theory. It states that none of Batman’s villains actually exist, and each one is a representation of a part of his fractured mind that he must (repeatedly) do battle with and conquer.
The Joker represents encroaching…
Whoa. Batman is better, now.
When people point out the logical fallacies in creepypasta and urban legends.
You guys are no fun. No fun at all. You probably like mayonnaise on your wonderbread and have dreams of suburbia and being an accountant.
To the corner with you.
WIN
In 1983, a team of deeply pious scientists conducted a radical experiment in an undisclosed facility. The scientists had theorized that a human without access to any senses or ways to perceive stimuli would be able to perceive the presence of God.
They believed that the five senses clouded our awareness of eternity, and without them, a human could actually establish contact with God by thought. An elderly man who claimed to have “nothing left to live for” was the only test subject to volunteer. To purge him of all his senses, the scientists performed a complex operation in which every sensory nerve connection to the brain was surgically severed.* Although the test subject retained full muscular function, he could not see, hear, taste, smell, or feel. With no possible way to communicate with or even sense the outside world, he was alone with his thoughts.
Scientists monitored him as he spoke aloud about his state of mind in jumbled, slurred sentences that he couldn’t even hear. After four days, the man claimed to be hearing hushed, unintelligible voices in his head. Assuming it was an onset of psychosis, the scientists paid little attention to the man’s concerns.
Two days later, the man cried that he could hear his dead wife speaking with him, and even more, he could communicate back. The scientists were intrigued, but were not convinced until the subject started naming dead relatives of the scientists. He repeated personal information to the scientists that only their dead spouses and parents would have known. At this point, a sizable portion of scientists left the study.
After a week of conversing with the deceased through his thoughts, the subject became distressed, saying the voices were overwhelming. In every waking moment, his consciousness was bombarded by hundreds of voices that refused to leave him alone. He frequently threw himself against the wall, trying to elicit a pain response. He begged the scientists for sedatives, so he could escape the voices by sleeping. This tactic worked for three days, until he started having severe night terrors. The subject repeatedly said that he could see and hear the deceased in his dreams.
Only a day later, the subject began to scream and claw at his non-functional eyes, hoping to sense something in the physical world. The hysterical subject now said the voices of the dead were deafening and hostile, speaking of hell and the end of the world. At one point, he yelled “No heaven, no forgiveness” for five hours straight. He continually begged to be killed, but the scientists were convinced that he was close to establishing contact with God.
After another day, the subject could no longer form coherent sentences. Seemingly mad, he started to bite off chunks of flesh from his arm. The scientists rushed into the test chamber and restrained him to a table so he could not kill himself. After a few hours of being tied down, the subject halted his struggling and screaming. He stared blankly at the ceiling as teardrops silently streaked across his face. For two weeks, the subject had to be manually rehydrated due to the constant crying. Eventually, he turned his head and, despite his blindness, made focused eye contact with a scientist for the first time in the study.
He whispered “I have spoken with God, and He has abandoned us” and his vital signs stopped.
There was no apparent cause of death.
This scared the everliving pants off of me. Happy October! I hope you’re all excited for Halloween!
These are real fucking men.
This picture is great from the start, and then you realize that they’re literally wearing her shoes and it makes it that much better.
