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Пишет Misha Verbitsky ([info]tiphareth)
@ 2019-03-16 09:08:00


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Настроение: sick
Музыка:Jeanne Mas - Platinum Collection
Entry tags:pol, smeshnoe, terror

"Remember lads, subscribe to Pewdiepie."
Ах, какое

To the kiwi town of Christchurch rode a stranger one fine day

Hardly glanced at all the Muslims, didn't have too much to say
No one dared to ask his business, no one gave him eye contact
The stranger there among them had a rifle on his back
Rifle on his back

In this town there was a big mosque with the name Masjid Al-Noor
Many Muslims came to pray there, and they hoped for many more
They were vicious third-world killers, rapists, welfare queens and worse
And our hero planned to send them all to Allah in a hearse
Allah in a hearse

It only took him sixteen minutes and he racked up forty-nine
He double tapped those Muslims, wasn't wasting any time
And his statement, his agenda, when he let those bullets fly,
Was a simple plea: "Remember lads, subscribe to Pewdiepie.
Subscribe to Pewdiepie."



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(Анонимно)
2019-03-16 12:15 (ссылка)
Миша, а как вы относитесь к жидам, которые призываеют "fellow white people" to be "race traitors to whiteness", и заселить всё цветными мигрантами? Таких среди жидов очень много, как ни поверни.

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[info]tiphareth
2019-03-16 12:21 (ссылка)
не только среди жидов, вообще стандарт среди sjw

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[info]sadkov
2019-03-16 12:29 (ссылка)
They are hypocrites. To be race traitor, you have to first convert to Islam, study Quran, etc... And even then you wont be accepted into the sandnigger community, because Muslims are very racist and tribalistic even among themselves. Just in Iraq there are countless tribes, which fight among themselves. Then there is the division between Shiites and Sunnis, who consider each other infidels and will happily behead, given the opportunity.

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[info]zim_a
2019-03-16 13:11 (ссылка)
садко, твой английский ужасен, как в общем, и ты сам. поробуйте прочитать жопой. может дойдетъ

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[info]sadkov
2019-03-16 13:15 (ссылка)
Они лицемеры. Чтобы быть расовым предателем, вы должны сначала принять ислам, изучать Коран и т. Д. И даже тогда вы не будете приняты в сообщество сэндвичей, потому что мусульмане очень расистские и племенные, даже между собой. Просто в Ираке есть бесчисленные племена, которые сражаются между собой. Тогда есть разделение между шиитами и суннитами, которые считают друг друга неверными и будут счастливо обезглавливать, если предоставится такая возможность.

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[info]zim_a
2019-03-16 13:25 (ссылка)
ну дык тебе в чуркестан ехать сразу надо было

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[info]zim_a
2019-03-16 13:29 (ссылка)
надел на голову хиджаб и пошло дело

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[info]sadkov
2019-03-16 13:37 (ссылка)
рассердиться, русская мразь

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[info]zim_a
2019-03-16 13:43 (ссылка)
я киргиз, мудило

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[info]sadkov
2019-03-16 13:45 (ссылка)
кыргызы по национальности говорят на свой родной язык

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[info]zim_a
2019-03-16 13:47 (ссылка)
я бы не был в этом так уверен

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[info]sadkov
2019-03-16 13:59 (ссылка)
kys, rusnya

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[info]final_cunt
2019-03-16 13:45 (ссылка)
Je suis kirghize, mudilo

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(Анонимно)
2019-03-16 13:48 (ссылка)
чурка против чуркестана? что-то исключительного

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[info]zim_a
2019-03-16 13:51 (ссылка)
садко, ты что, сука, фашистъ?


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[info]sadkov
2019-03-16 13:59 (ссылка)
Picking between communism and fascism, I choose fascism.

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[info]zim_a
2019-03-16 14:25 (ссылка)
ты б, и ведро на голову одел, пиздося
сейчас поищю в архиве фотки


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[info]freir
2019-03-16 15:52 (ссылка)
https://youtu.be/czpwrg8zNls

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(Анонимно)
2019-03-16 16:55 (ссылка)
хуита

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(Анонимно)
2019-03-16 18:27 (ссылка)
По-русски забормотал race traitor. Теперь тебя не примут англичане за своего, так и будешь русским, фу, позор!

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[info]final_cunt
2019-03-16 13:45 (ссылка)
Eh bien, vous devriez aller à Churkestan à la fois

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[info]kaledin
2019-03-16 20:12 (ссылка)
Не брат ты мне, гнида руссоморфная.

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(Анонимно)
2019-03-16 21:48 (ссылка)
Да здравствует Учредительное собрание и адмирал Колчак! Иди нахуй, сука красножопая!

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А ЗНАЧИТ -- БУДЕТ ВОЙНА
[info]perfect_kiss
2019-03-16 12:18 (ссылка)

Christchuch is what an actual DOTR will look like



Not LARPING and pretending to be Nazis

Not meme'ing Ben Garrison or Moonman

Not grumbling and complaining about it on the internet

Not praying to a Frog Deity or a God Emperor that has no intention of keeping his election promises

Not waiting for a neutered ICE to catch illegals only to release them later on your soil

This is war and this is real. Not everyone has the stomach for it. You probably saw them yesterday - the ones who whine and say they're done with /pol/ and 8chan. The ones who started running when things got too realistic for them. People will get killed. Civilians, guilty and innocent - all will die.

I'll say it again. This is no longer a game of pretend. A man can only take so much leftist bullshit before he snaps.


Тем временем на 8chan.

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[info]madfrequency
2019-03-16 12:20 (ссылка)
А че там с этого дела подписоты то набежало ПьюДиПаю?

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[info]tiphareth
2019-03-16 12:28 (ссылка)
https://socialblade.com/youtube/user/pewdiepi
нихуя не набежало, что занятно

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[info]madfrequency
2019-03-16 12:32 (ссылка)
я как раз каммент писал...

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(Анонимно)
2019-03-16 18:27 (ссылка)
Как слону дробина.
И..?

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[info]madfrequency
2019-03-16 12:32 (ссылка)
не, там все без рывков
https://socialblade.com/youtube/user/pewdiepie

нормально он так капусту рубит

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(Анонимно)
2019-03-16 12:39 (ссылка)
мишаня, тэг /pol/ со слэшами не работает нихуя
https://lj.rossia.org/users/tiphareth/tag//pol/

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[info]tiphareth
2019-03-16 12:47 (ссылка)
spasibo! Sejchas popravlyu

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(Анонимно)
2019-03-16 12:49 (ссылка)
ja osel!

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[info]cyberloh01
2019-03-16 13:56 (ссылка)
Слишком многа букф. Кратко говоря, мырзин - тупой пидорас. Хахахаос.

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[info]zim_a
2019-03-16 14:05 (ссылка)
мойща мудный математик. не придумывает нам разные научные хуйни. кучу мудил набрал от гандона до батона и все просят денегъ.
незнаю даже что и думать

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(Анонимно)
2019-03-16 18:57 (ссылка)
Но ведь тупой пидорас это Кастанеда...

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[info]wgent
2019-03-16 19:19 (ссылка)
Ну и чему радоваться? Говно съело говно. Теперь съеденное говно будет вонять, что оно не единственное воняет.
Собсно, и так уже, но будет ещё сильнее.

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(Анонимно)
2019-03-17 12:53 (ссылка)
Форчан. Прекрасный параллельный мир, в который мы не вхожи.

Миша, всякий раз, когда на станцию приходит электричка, дедки и бабки, стоящие в ожидании автобуса, устраивают митинг под лозунгами "Вернуть всё взад!", "Слава великому советскому народу!", "Сталин – ум, честь и совесть нашей эпохи!", "Слава КПСС!" и т.п., а в последнее время и по хуйлу регулярно проходятся, Сталина хотят взамен. А ещё у "Магнита" перманентный митинг идёт, где одна бригада митингующих сменяет другую с утра до вечера, лозунги те же. На остановках в садоводстве протестующие требуют массовых расстрелов буржуазии, производя ритуальные движения палками. В автобусах, идущих из окрестных деревень, произносятся настолько экстремистские призывы, а порой и пространные речи, за какие Квачков до конца дней своих с кичи бы не откинулся, а дегенератам с Болотной и на кухнях озвучить ссыкотно.

Такова реальная жизнь. Приближается русская революция.

ВЕРНУТЬ ВСЁ ВЗАД! СЛАВА КПСС! ДА ЗДРАВСТВУЕТ КОММУНИЗМ – СВЕТЛОЕ БУДУЩЕЕ ВСЕГО ЧЕЛОВЕЧЕСТВА!

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[info]tiphareth
2019-03-17 16:53 (ссылка)
в 1990-х то же самое было гораздо интенсивнее, НБП
собиралась с этой публикой делать социальную революцию
авотхуй
пенсы и деревенские алкаши жрут говно и ничего не могут
социальную революцию можно делать только со студентами и
городским мидл-классом

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[info]polytheme
2019-03-18 19:47 (ссылка)
Похоже ритмически на

http://www.kiplingsociety.co.uk/poems_mandalay.htm

но, наверное, это какой-то расхожий размер для баллад.

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[info]tiphareth
2019-03-18 20:23 (ссылка)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CxcBN0OP1l4
How Gilbert Died

There's never a stone at the sleeper's head,
There's never a fence beside,
And the wandering stock on the grave may tread
Unnoticed and undenied,
But the smallest child on the Watershed
Can tell you how Gilbert died.

For he rode at dusk, with his comrade Dunn
To the hut at the Stockman's Ford,
In the waning light of the sinking sun
They peered with a fierce accord.
They were outlaws both -- and on each man's head
Was a thousand pounds reward.

They had taken toll of the country round,
And the troopers came behind
With a black that tracked like a human hound
In the scrub and the ranges blind:
He could run the trail where a white man's eye
No sign of a track could find.

He had hunted them out of the One Tree Hill
And over the Old Man Plain,
But they wheeled their tracks with a wild beast's skill,
And they made for the range again.
Then away to the hut where their grandsire dwelt,
They rode with a loosened rein.

And their grandsire gave them a greeting bold:
`Come in and rest in peace,
No safer place does the country hold --
With the night pursuit must cease,
And we'll drink success to the roving boys,
And to hell with the black police.'

But they went to death when they entered there,
In the hut at the Stockman's Ford,
For their grandsire's words were as false as fair --
They were doomed to the hangman's cord.
He had sold them both to the black police
For the sake of the big reward.

In the depth of night there are forms that glide
As stealthy as serpents creep,
And around the hut where the outlaws hide
They plant in the shadows deep,
And they wait till the first faint flush of dawn
Shall waken their prey from sleep.

But Gilbert wakes while the night is dark --
A restless sleeper, aye,
He has heard the sound of a sheep-dog's bark,
And his horse's warning neigh,
And he says to his mate, `There are hawks abroad,
And it's time that we went away.'

Their rifles stood at the stretcher head,
Their bridles lay to hand,
They wakened the old man out of his bed,
When they heard the sharp command:
`In the name of the Queen lay down your arms,
Now, Dunn and Gilbert, stand!'

Then Gilbert reached for his rifle true
That close at his hand he kept,
He pointed it straight at the voice and drew,
But never a flash outleapt,
For the water ran from the rifle breech --
It was drenched while the outlaws slept.

Then he dropped the piece with a bitter oath,
And he turned to his comrade Dunn:
`We are sold,' he said, `we are dead men both,
But there may be a chance for one;
I'll stop and I'll fight with the pistol here,
You take to your heels and run.'

So Dunn crept out on his hands and knees
In the dim, half-dawning light,
And he made his way to a patch of trees,
And vanished among the night,
And the trackers hunted his tracks all day,
But they never could trace his flight.

But Gilbert walked from the open door
In a confident style and rash;
He heard at his side the rifles roar,
And he heard the bullets crash.
But he laughed as he lifted his pistol-hand,
And he fired at the rifle flash.

Then out of the shadows the troopers aimed
At his voice and the pistol sound,
With the rifle flashes the darkness flamed,
He staggered and spun around,
And they riddled his body with rifle balls
As it lay on the blood-soaked ground.

There's never a stone at the sleeper's head,
There's never a fence beside,
And the wandering stock on the grave may tread
Unnoticed and undenied,
But the smallest child on the Watershed
Can tell you how Gilbert died.

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[info]tiphareth
2019-03-18 20:26 (ссылка)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CwvazMc5EfE
Waltzing Matilda


Once a jolly swagman camped by a billabong,
Under the shade of a coolibah-tree,
And he sang as he watched and waited till his billy boiled,
"Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?

Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda,
Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?"
And he sang as he watched and waited till his billy boiled,
"Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?"

Down came a jumbuck to drink at the billabong:
Up jumped the swagman and grabbed him with glee.
And he sang as he shoved that jumbuck in his tucker-bag,
"You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me.

Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda,
You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me."
And he sang as he shoved that jumbuck in his tucker-bag,
"You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me."

Up rode a squatter, mounted on his thoroughbred;
Down came the troopers, one, two, three:
"Who's that jolly jumbuck you've got in your tucker-bag?
You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me!

Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda,
You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me.
Who's that jolly jumbuck you've got in your tucker-bag?
You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me!"

Up jumped the swagman and sprang into the billabong;
"You'll never catch me alive!" said he;
And his ghost may be heard as you pass by that billabong,
"You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me!

Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda,
You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me!"
And his ghost may be heard as you pass by that billabong,
"You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me!"

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[info]tiphareth
2019-03-18 20:29 (ссылка)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sxo7K3QEkzY
Pioneers

They came of bold and roving stock that would not fixed abide;
They were the sons of field and flock since e'er they learnt to ride,
We may not hope to see such men in these degenerate years
As those explorers of the bush -- the brave old pioneers.

'Twas they who rode the trackless bush in heat and storm and drought;
'Twas they who heard the master-word that called them farther out;
'Twas they who followed up the trail the mountain cattle made,
And pressed across the mighty range where now their bones are laid.

But now the times are dull and slow, the brave old days are dead
When hardy bushmen started out, and forced their way ahead
By tangled scrub and forests grim towards the unknown west,
And spied the far-off promised land from off the range's crest.

Oh! ye that sleep in lonely graves by far-off ridge and plain,
We drink to you in silence now as Christmas comes again,
To you who fought the wilderness through rough unsettled years --
The founders of our nation's life, the brave old pioneers.

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2019-03-19 11:57 (ссылка)
Big Iron же это:

To the town of Agua Fria rode a stranger one fine day
Hardly spoke to folks around him, didn't have too much to say,
No one dared to ask his business, no one dared to make a slip
The stranger there among them had a big iron on his hip,
Big iron on his hip
It was early in the morning when he rode into the town
He came riding from the south side, slowly lookin' all around
"He's an outlaw loose and runnin'", came a whisper from each lip
"And he's here to do some business with a big iron on his hip,
Big iron on his hip"
In this town there lived an outlaw by the name of Texas Red
Many men had tried to take him and that many men were dead
He was vicious and a killer, though a youth of twenty four
And the notches on his pistol numbered one and nineteen more,
One and nineteen more
Now the stranger started talkin' made it plain to folks around
Was an Arizonia ranger, wouldn't be too long in town
He was here to take an outlaw back alive or maybe dead
And he said it didn't matter that he was after Texas Red,
After Texas Red
Wasn't long before this story was relayed to Texas Red
But the outlaw didn't worry, men who tried before were dead
Twenty men had tried to take him, twenty men had made a slip,
Twenty one would be the ranger with the big iron on his hip,
Big iron on his hip
Now the morning passed so quickly and it was time for them to meet
It was twenty past eleven when they rode out in the street
Folks were watchin' from their windows,
Every body held their breath,
They knew this handsome ranger was about to meet his death,
About to meet his death
There was twenty feet between them
When they stopped to make their play
And the swiftness of the Ranger still talked about today
Texas Red had not cleared leather when a bullet fairly ripped
And the ranger's aim was deadly, with the big iron on his hip,
Big iron on his hip
It was over in a moment and the crowd all gathered 'round
There before them lay the body of the outlaw on the ground
Oh, he might have went on livin' but he made one fatal slip
When he tried to match the ranger with the big iron on his hip,
Big iron on his hip

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[info]tiphareth
2019-03-19 13:05 (ссылка)
o!
spasibo x1000000

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