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America, Club, and Dumb: GEORGE CARLIN THE REAL OWNERS OF AMERICA FOLLOW aCONSPIRACYFILES foe "The real owners are the big wealthy business interests that control things and make all the important decisions. Forget the politicians, they're an irrelevancy. The politicians are put there to give you the idea that you have freedom of choice. You don't. You have no choice. You have owners. They own you. They own everything. They own all the important land. They own and control the corporations. They've long since bought and paid for the Senate, the Congress, the statehouses, the city halls. They've got the judges in their back pockets. And they own all the big media companies, so that they control just about all of the news and information you hear. They've got you by the balls. They spend billions of dollars every year lobbying ยญ lobbying to get what they want. Well, we know what they want; they want more for themselves and less for everybody else." "But I'll tell you what they don't want. They don't want a population of citizens capable of critical thinking. They don't want well-informed, well-educated people capable of critical thinking. They're not interested in that. That doesn't help them. That's against their interests. They don't want people who are smart enough to sit around the kitchen table and figure out how badly they're getting fucked by a system that threw them overboard 30 fucking years ago. "You know what they want? Obedient workers ยญ people who are just smart enough to run the machines and do the paperwork but just dumb enough to passively accept all these increasingly shittier jobs with the lower pay, the longer hours, reduced benefits, the end of overtime and the vanishing pension that disappears the minute you go to collect it. And, now, they're coming for your Social Security. They want your fucking retirement money. They want it back, so they can give it to their criminal friends on Wall Street. And you know something? They'll get it. They'll get it all, sooner or later, because they own this fucking place. It's a big club, and you ain't in it. You and I are not in the big club." ConspiracyFiles ConspiracyFiles2 GeorgeCarlin TheRealOwnersOfAmerica Illuminati Conspiracy ConspiracyFact ConspiracyTheories ConspiracyFiles
America, Club, and Dumb: GEORGE CARLIN THE
 REAL OWNERS OF AMERICA
 FOLLOW aCONSPIRACYFILES foe
"The real owners are the big wealthy business interests that control things and make all the important decisions. Forget the politicians, they're an irrelevancy. The politicians are put there to give you the idea that you have freedom of choice. You don't. You have no choice. You have owners. They own you. They own everything. They own all the important land. They own and control the corporations. They've long since bought and paid for the Senate, the Congress, the statehouses, the city halls. They've got the judges in their back pockets. And they own all the big media companies, so that they control just about all of the news and information you hear. They've got you by the balls. They spend billions of dollars every year lobbying ยญ lobbying to get what they want. Well, we know what they want; they want more for themselves and less for everybody else." "But I'll tell you what they don't want. They don't want a population of citizens capable of critical thinking. They don't want well-informed, well-educated people capable of critical thinking. They're not interested in that. That doesn't help them. That's against their interests. They don't want people who are smart enough to sit around the kitchen table and figure out how badly they're getting fucked by a system that threw them overboard 30 fucking years ago. "You know what they want? Obedient workers ยญ people who are just smart enough to run the machines and do the paperwork but just dumb enough to passively accept all these increasingly shittier jobs with the lower pay, the longer hours, reduced benefits, the end of overtime and the vanishing pension that disappears the minute you go to collect it. And, now, they're coming for your Social Security. They want your fucking retirement money. They want it back, so they can give it to their criminal friends on Wall Street. And you know something? They'll get it. They'll get it all, sooner or later, because they own this fucking place. It's a big club, and you ain't in it. You and I are not in the big club." ConspiracyFiles ConspiracyFiles2 GeorgeCarlin TheRealOwnersOfAmerica Illuminati Conspiracy ConspiracyFact ConspiracyTheories ConspiracyFiles

"The real owners are the big wealthy business interests that control things and make all the important decisions. Forget the politicians, th...

Creepy, Definitely, and Desperate: RATE THIS CHAT Today, 3:10 PM Neckbeardy?? What does women's issues have to do with the fact that if ur not hot u get called a creep for wanting to hang out Today, 3:58 PM it depends how you go about asking. i know literally no one who has beern called a creep for asking someone to hang out while looking average. if women are calling you a creep every time you ask them to hang... the problem isn't with women, it's with you. evaluate how you approach women. So my problem is that i shouldnt text hey whats up?" Or "hey we should So my problem is that i shouldnt text, hey whats up?" Or "hey we should hang out sometime" because its creepy??? But a friend of mine just sends a dick pic or whips it out and gets the girl and thats not creepy?? Must be the font style im using right? the thing is... yeah, some women are willing to hook up over a dick pic. women aren't all the same. lumping the whole group into "women think average guys are creeps but bang hot guys easily" is wildly inaccurate of most women. they're not some hivemind, they're individual people. sure, you can say "hey we should hang", but if you act pushy/desperate, make sexual comments, ignore boundaries, STEREOTYPE ALL WOMEN, etc they're gonna think you're a creep. like i said, step back and evaluate your behavior. make sure you're not doing anything that makes women uncomfortable. Like texting them lol ur not very smart dude i know you meant texting. all of the things i mentioned can be done over text. if you think they can't, then it's not me who's stupid... based on this conversation so far, yeah, i can definitely see why women don't want to hang out with you. you refuse to see them as anything more than a stereotype, you insult people who try to give you constructive feedback, you don't listen, and you seem to only think about yourself. Ur right bro. I should use different tone and inflections via text messages... especially when saying whats up... its gotta be selfish to ask what a girl is doing or how shes feeling feeling. I should just send a dick pic lol yeah, you're completely not getting it. well, i tried. there's no point in talking to a brick wall, so see ya. Whats there to get? I should change the way i say whats up?? like talking to a brick wall (OP from my last post messaged me)
Creepy, Definitely, and Desperate: RATE THIS CHAT
 Today, 3:10 PM
 Neckbeardy??
 What does women's issues have to do
 with the fact that if ur not hot u get
 called a creep for wanting to hang out
 Today, 3:58 PM
 it depends how you go about asking. i
 know literally no one who has beern
 called a creep for asking someone to
 hang out while looking average.
 if women are calling you a creep every
 time you ask them to hang... the
 problem isn't with women, it's with you.
 evaluate how you approach women.
 So my problem is that i shouldnt text
 hey whats up?" Or "hey we should

 So my problem is that i shouldnt text,
 hey whats up?" Or "hey we should
 hang out sometime" because its
 creepy??? But a friend of mine just
 sends a dick pic or whips it out and
 gets the girl and thats not creepy??
 Must be the font style im using right?
 the thing is... yeah, some women are
 willing to hook up over a dick pic.
 women aren't all the same. lumping
 the whole group into "women think
 average guys are creeps but bang hot
 guys easily" is wildly inaccurate of
 most women. they're not some
 hivemind, they're individual people.
 sure, you can say "hey we should
 hang", but if you act pushy/desperate,
 make sexual comments, ignore
 boundaries, STEREOTYPE ALL
 WOMEN, etc they're gonna think you're
 a creep. like i said, step back and
 evaluate your behavior. make sure
 you're not doing anything that makes
 women uncomfortable.

 Like texting them lol ur not very smart
 dude i know you meant texting. all of
 the things i mentioned can be done
 over text.
 if you think they can't, then it's not me
 who's stupid...
 based on this conversation so far, yeah,
 i can definitely see why women don't
 want to hang out with you. you refuse
 to see them as anything more than a
 stereotype, you insult people who try to
 give you constructive feedback, you
 don't listen, and you seem to only think
 about yourself.
 Ur right bro. I should use different
 tone and inflections via text
 messages... especially when saying
 whats up... its gotta be selfish to ask
 what a girl is doing or how shes
 feeling

 feeling.
 I should just send a dick pic lol
 yeah, you're completely not getting it.
 well, i tried. there's no point in talking
 to a brick wall, so see ya.
 Whats there to get? I should change
 the way i say whats up??
like talking to a brick wall (OP from my last post messaged me)

like talking to a brick wall (OP from my last post messaged me)

Memes, Mood, and Contagious: KINDNESS IS NOT AN ACT IT IS A LIFESTYLE OMILLIONAIRE MENTOR There can be few things that pay as big a dividend as simple acts of kindness. Selfless acts of giving, be it a smile, a word of encouragement, or the offer of a helping hand, result in an emotional uplift not only for others, but also for our self. โœ”๏ธKindness is inbuilt. Performing acts of kindness may well be a choice, but the ability and the tendency to be kind appear to be something innate, something that we have even in infancy. โœ”๏ธKindness can have positive effects on the brain. When we allow ourselves to be kind, regularly engaging in random acts of kindness, we create neural pathways that enhance feelings of well-being and the natural flow of feel-good endorphins and mood elevating neurotransmitters. ๐Ÿ˜ฒ did you know that? โœ”๏ธKindness is contagious. A fascinating feature of kindness is that it appears to be self-replicating, inspiring kindness in others. Simply put, when we ourselves perform an act of kindness, this is likely to encourage others to act in a similar way. โœ”๏ธKindness makes you happier. If all of the above reasons arenโ€™t enough to convince you to behave in a kinder way, consider this: Kindness actually does make you happier. Enough said. ๐Ÿ˜‰ - kindness happy betterworld millionairementor
Memes, Mood, and Contagious: KINDNESS IS NOT AN ACT
 IT IS A LIFESTYLE
 OMILLIONAIRE MENTOR
There can be few things that pay as big a dividend as simple acts of kindness. Selfless acts of giving, be it a smile, a word of encouragement, or the offer of a helping hand, result in an emotional uplift not only for others, but also for our self. โœ”๏ธKindness is inbuilt. Performing acts of kindness may well be a choice, but the ability and the tendency to be kind appear to be something innate, something that we have even in infancy. โœ”๏ธKindness can have positive effects on the brain. When we allow ourselves to be kind, regularly engaging in random acts of kindness, we create neural pathways that enhance feelings of well-being and the natural flow of feel-good endorphins and mood elevating neurotransmitters. ๐Ÿ˜ฒ did you know that? โœ”๏ธKindness is contagious. A fascinating feature of kindness is that it appears to be self-replicating, inspiring kindness in others. Simply put, when we ourselves perform an act of kindness, this is likely to encourage others to act in a similar way. โœ”๏ธKindness makes you happier. If all of the above reasons arenโ€™t enough to convince you to behave in a kinder way, consider this: Kindness actually does make you happier. Enough said. ๐Ÿ˜‰ - kindness happy betterworld millionairementor

There can be few things that pay as big a dividend as simple acts of kindness. Selfless acts of giving, be it a smile, a word of encourageme...

Being Alone, Ass, and Bad: I'm a 21 year-old male. I was out running my 2 miles. Headphones in, music playing, minding my own business. I round the corner at about the halfway point of the run and I see this big black duck looking at me. As I get closer, think to myself, "Man, that's a brave duck, why isn't he running away?" I keep running and realize the duck not only isn't afraid of me or running away, he's running right at me. So I stop and squat down, thinking maybe he was hurt and needed help or something. This bitch ass giant fucking black duck takes a huge bite out of my leg. Like, not playing, drew blood kinda bite I'm thinking to myself, "What the fuck?" So I'm like, maybe he's just an asshole and I keep running think he will leave me alone. I start running again and the faster Irun, the faster he chases me. I start sprinting and he is literally flying behind me attacking me. I'm thinking, "Ive got enough fucking problems in my life as it is man, I dont need this shit so I stop running again kinda like in disbelief trying to figure out what to do. In all my years of being a person, Ive never trained for this This little punk ass duck is chomping on my ankles and it's actually really hurting. He starts grabbing my shoelaces and untying them as I'm trying to run backwards away from him. Weve covered a quarter mile at this point. I try picking him up and throwing him back away from me every time he lunges for blood. I'm thinking, "How the fuck am I gonna explain this if I have to go to the doctor for a duck attack? I'm a grown ass man. This isbullshit." I try running again and he keeps flying after me. I'm at a loss. I dont know what to do at this point. I'm manage to get my phone and start texting my girlfriend, asking her what to do. Am I really gonna have to kill this duck to get away? Like, I don't want to, but I might have to actually fucking kick this duck or grab it by the neck? Seriously?" We have covered 3/4 of a mile at this point. He bites me again and I drop my phone. I pick it up quickly. Who do I call? I've got fucking scars and cuts all over me. While I'm debating whether stand-your-ground laws apply to ducks, I hear a noise; Someone else was outside walking on an adjacent street and came to see what all of the commotion was This was a big mistake. The duck smelled blood, and gave up attacking me to chase after my savior. I saw my window and booked it home running the last half mile in 2:50 flat. I feel kinda bad, that duck has probably killed that dude by now. The last saw of him was the look I took over my shoulder running away as he made the same mistake I did, looking down to see if the duck was hurt worth the read
Being Alone, Ass, and Bad: I'm a 21 year-old male. I was out running my 2 miles. Headphones in, music playing, minding my own
 business. I round the corner at about the halfway point of the run and I see this big black duck looking at
 me. As I get closer, think to myself, "Man, that's a brave duck, why isn't he running away?" I keep running
 and realize the duck not only isn't afraid of me or running away, he's running right at me. So I stop and
 squat down, thinking maybe he was hurt and needed help or something. This bitch ass giant fucking black
 duck takes a huge bite out of my leg. Like, not playing, drew blood kinda bite
 I'm thinking to myself, "What the fuck?" So I'm like, maybe he's just an asshole and I keep running think he
 will leave me alone. I start running again and the faster Irun, the faster he chases me. I start sprinting and
 he is literally flying behind me attacking me. I'm thinking, "Ive got enough fucking problems in my life as it is
 man, I dont need this shit so I stop running again kinda like in disbelief trying to figure out what to do. In all
 my years of being a person, Ive never trained for this
 This little punk ass duck is chomping on my ankles and it's actually really hurting. He starts grabbing my
 shoelaces and untying them as I'm trying to run backwards away from him. Weve covered a quarter mile at
 this point. I try picking him up and throwing him back away from me every time he lunges for blood. I'm
 thinking, "How the fuck am I gonna explain this if I have to go to the doctor for a duck attack? I'm a grown
 ass man. This isbullshit."
 I try running again and he keeps flying after me. I'm at a loss. I dont know what to do at this point. I'm
 manage to get my phone and start texting my girlfriend, asking her what to do. Am I really gonna have to
 kill this duck to get away? Like, I don't want to, but I might have to actually fucking kick this duck or grab it
 by the neck? Seriously?" We have covered 3/4 of a mile at this point. He bites me again and I drop my
 phone. I pick it up quickly. Who do I call? I've got fucking scars and cuts all over me. While I'm debating
 whether stand-your-ground laws apply to ducks, I hear a noise; Someone else was outside walking on an
 adjacent street and came to see what all of the commotion was
 This was a big mistake. The duck smelled blood, and gave up attacking me to chase after my savior. I saw
 my window and booked it home running the last half mile in 2:50 flat. I feel kinda bad, that duck has
 probably killed that dude by now. The last saw of him was the look I took over my shoulder running away
 as he made the same mistake I did, looking down to see if the duck was hurt
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A Dream, Ariana Grande, and Cute: After sex selfies are always so damn cute The Summer of 1801 was hot and humid. All the slaves were slaving away in the fields, as the white man watched. Us slaves were planning our escape, and today was the day. I wipe my forehead of sweat and yell back towards the plantation. "Massa! You gon wanna come see dis." The man spits out his tobbaco and grabs his rifle. I get nervous as he walks towards me. "Whats the problem boy?" I point to the cotton. "Id say theres an insect of the sorts eating tha cotton roots massa." He lays his rifle down and bends over to inspect the plant. I quickly grab the gun and beat him repeatedly over head until hes more lifeless than a Ariana Grande concert. I nod to the other slaves and we charge back to the plantation house. Rodney, who got 10 lashings for fucking a cow, kicks down the door with his powerful legs. We storm into the house and all of the house wives scream. We silence them and head downstairs to the basement. We find more rifles and distribute one to all the other slaves. We had to hurry before Massa 2 came back from the market. When we get back up stairs we hear barking. The dogs. One time my friend Jim had his penis ripped off by one when he tried to escape. But I aint afraid to hurt a dog word to Vick. The slaves decide to split up and I run out on my own. I make the decision to run towards the creek. I hear barking behind me and its getting closer. The river is yards infront of me. I turn my head and see a Massa with a dog. Massa points his rifle at me and shoots. I duck and dive into the river. I stay submerged until the current pushed me far enough away. Its over. (LMAO SIKE YOU THOUGHT THESE STORIES NEVER HAVE GOOD ENDINGS) I wake up in my tent, sweat dripping from my forehead. It was just a dream.
A Dream, Ariana Grande, and Cute: After sex selfies are always so damn
 cute
The Summer of 1801 was hot and humid. All the slaves were slaving away in the fields, as the white man watched. Us slaves were planning our escape, and today was the day. I wipe my forehead of sweat and yell back towards the plantation. "Massa! You gon wanna come see dis." The man spits out his tobbaco and grabs his rifle. I get nervous as he walks towards me. "Whats the problem boy?" I point to the cotton. "Id say theres an insect of the sorts eating tha cotton roots massa." He lays his rifle down and bends over to inspect the plant. I quickly grab the gun and beat him repeatedly over head until hes more lifeless than a Ariana Grande concert. I nod to the other slaves and we charge back to the plantation house. Rodney, who got 10 lashings for fucking a cow, kicks down the door with his powerful legs. We storm into the house and all of the house wives scream. We silence them and head downstairs to the basement. We find more rifles and distribute one to all the other slaves. We had to hurry before Massa 2 came back from the market. When we get back up stairs we hear barking. The dogs. One time my friend Jim had his penis ripped off by one when he tried to escape. But I aint afraid to hurt a dog word to Vick. The slaves decide to split up and I run out on my own. I make the decision to run towards the creek. I hear barking behind me and its getting closer. The river is yards infront of me. I turn my head and see a Massa with a dog. Massa points his rifle at me and shoots. I duck and dive into the river. I stay submerged until the current pushed me far enough away. Its over. (LMAO SIKE YOU THOUGHT THESE STORIES NEVER HAVE GOOD ENDINGS) I wake up in my tent, sweat dripping from my forehead. It was just a dream.

The Summer of 1801 was hot and humid. All the slaves were slaving away in the fields, as the white man watched. Us slaves were planning our ...