Happy Entry

Another blog posting from the Twitter Files, for those that may have missed it. Be forewarned, I might be hopping mad!: Reading: The Other Mccain, The GamerGate Hoax, 10.16.2014

As the World Tweets

The FAKERY going on in that ordeal is INTENSE. I like the games, the computers. I also like doing the RESEARCH to find the TRUTH. It's probably not even hacking. Scumbags. If we were talking about #ebola or #zombies or the #isis ISICKLES maybe, we'd be saying: FALSE FLAG, INSIDE JOB, IT'S A LIE! But we're talking about the gamism and the feminism trying to converge and coagulate into something that just isnt right for anyone anywhere. When it actually comes to 'reporting' those peoples, they become NOPEHARDS, the Power of NOPE overwhelming their very being. (See non-hacking scumbags. READ: It's an INSIDE JOB.) They are Living No. Not here, not now, NOT EVER. This would be a better motto for them; Socialists, Communists, the would-be regulators of 'fun' and 'games'.

Happy Entry: The Big Reveal

Anonymous Twitter: seen them
I saw them too. I saw what they did. Heinous. Shh... They don't want you to know they're here to rain on everyone's parade, to dictate what is the 'new fun' to YOU.
'This game is fun.'
BORING GAME - Reviewer.
'I am a woman. You hate me.'
CREATE SOMETHING BETTER, WE'LL REVIEW HONESTLY.
'Repeat to infinity.'
Because there is always that slight chance if you say something that is false long enough, it could become truth. The gamists are fighting against liars and cryhards, those who are unable to take criticisms thrown their way. Feminists and other cryhard opportunists decided to jump aboard the ship. They aren't doing it for any form of 'justice', no! They're in it for the DOLLAR$. 'Look at me! This is an issue. We have tissues we must buy on top of these games! Every time someone beats us in a game, WE MIGHT CRY!'

Personal Story Experience

My sister is a HARDCORE GAMER. She NEVER CRIED ONCE. She only entered the TIRADE ZONE. #Zombies Black Ops II yo. ;) I've never seen a woman cry after being defeated in a video game. It might happen out there in gameland, but never to me or those I know. I would think that if you were a woman and you wanted to cry over it, you could do that, no problems from me. But a COACH would tell her, you just gotta accept the loss, learn from your mistakes and go on to bigger and better things. If she still couldn't control that, maybe the games just aren't for her. Maybe she'll realize it, maybe not. In general, it would be easier for someone to realize they aren't good at something than it would be to say: Dude, you're bad. Put it down. A learning experience either way. But you probably wouldn't think that after being told you suck horribly beyond all suck that ever existed. That's what is being said here (beyond all suck) but the offer is there to create something better - the talent is DEFINITELY there, why not use it?

It Came from the Comments Section

From the same story link:
I liked the whole Texas Hold 'Em/Day-Trading thread. I can't say much about either part, but know enough using the 'fake money' in the 'fantasy games' areas. Hold 'Em, eh... Trading, hey, I never lost any fake money. EVER. Alas, I am back to REALITY and must agree with the Mobius Strip comment. We MUST think about these issues, but not so hard that we lose focus on the important things, like... Texas Hold 'Em Poker and Day-Trading in the Stock Markets. Huh. I guess it's all a big gamble...
The 'Hollywood'-ism comment is one of the realest comments I've read so far. VAST overlaps of real and perceived territories including financial and other interests. ACTORS and ACTRESSES ACT and take action on these issues, acting in their plays and make-believe lands. They also write tweets and devise plans to ca$h in on the big payday of GAMING & HOLLYWOOD. Just look at some of the tweets Hollywood Celebritists have put out about this issue. Look at how it may coincide with some new project they're working on, the part they're trying to put themselves in the lead for. Just a little look, a little sneak peak, RESEARCH. Caught up in the ACT, John Wilkes Booth? WHOOPS. (Just a little less violent, I'll give the Hollywood Celebritists that.)
The last thread in comments, as of this writing (early on 10.19.2014), is a good one: It reveals the strengths and powers (also, weaknesses) of what these feminist, lying, opportunists are up against. As one commented, the Good Guys might not be the brightest bunch, but at the deepest of levels, the emotional level, they are one of THEE most fiercest groups out there. They will realize, if they haven't already, that their PERSONAL LIBERTY is AT STAKE here. When this happens, when they SEE that their God-given rights, BASIC RIGHTS, to LIFE, LIBERTY AND THE PURSUIT OF HAPPINESS are eternally threatened by an abundance of perverse groups and their malicious thoughts, they will rise to the occasion. Not just as Americans or Canadians or any other nationality: No, that's not what those groups are against. They are against a WORLD-WIDE GROUP OF INTER-CONNECTED INDIVIDUALS WHO /ABSOLUTELY HATE/ THE FACT THAT ANYONE COULD INFRINGE ON SUCH A BASIC RIGHT OF HUMANS AS THAT OF HAPPINESS.

Last Words

Clean this mess up, AT THE SOURCE. Did you read the article? The opening paragraph, 'As the World Tweets'? It's an INSIDE JOB. Those involved should be dealt with according to the LAWS OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA. We can use those, just like computers, you know...

The Transmigration of Paul Bunyan

In the logging camps, they called him a giant of a man. Lake Erie and Lake Ontario are his footprints left behind on the country. They called him a workhorse, digging out Lake Michigan as a water trough for his favorite ox. They lay him down in Lake Superior, ready and willing to tell his tall tales and make him a legend. Who is this man? Why Paul Bunyan, of course! But did you know that he was only four feet tall? Brainerd, Grand Rapids, Bangor, Bemidji, Oscoda; all these cities lovingly claimed Paul Bunyan as their own. But did you know that he was a transmigrant between the cities of East Lansing and Ann Arbor Michigan?

Paul had only been gone a year, but it felt like decades. He'd made an unplanned migration the previous fall, amidst much the same hoopla that had come in the previous years; the location changes, yes, but the hunk of wooden man never does. Confident, he stood there staring out at the masses, surveying all the emotion of the camps; some cheered and reached out to him, hoping to brush a fingertip against his slivery being; still some cried out at the loss of Paul Bunyan from their camp. Who else would help chop firewood to keep them warm during the dreadwinters?

Paul himself didn't think much of the move. Going from one camp to another, they all had the same feel: carousing, roughhousing, lewd activities, the occasional victory pyre in the middle of camp and half-moronic camp foremen to boot-- seaweed is not wood, nor do trees have feelings. He doesn't think much beyond those feels, simply moving about from camp to camp, one dreadwinter after another. One off-season after another. It was the long off-seasons that were killing him.

Sometimes he got more than enough to feed his Babe for the entire season! It was purely maddening; but yet, he stands there, fists planted firmly in his hips. Paul knows the power of the camps. He knows one day his time will come again. He will move.

That day had come on November 2nd 2013. Saturday.

The camps had come together as they usually had to play a game. Not any lumberjacks' games (that would have warmed Paul's heart), but a game of football. Certain lumberjacks stood there looking confused. Some took off work boot and sock, curling and uncurling their toes. Some still tried to join in the fray, practicing their kicking skills. Unofficially, it was a forfeit of the ages. Here they say kickers lack any sort of fortitude!

It was the Camp of the Spartans versus the Camp of the Wolverines for four quarters:

First Quarter:  SPARTANS control WOLVERINES.
Second Quarter: SPARTANS control WOLVERINES.
Halftime: REJOICE.
Third Quarter: SPARTANS control WOLVERINES.
Fourth Quarter: SPARTANS control WOLVERINES.
RESULT: Paul is coming home.

This, being a natural game, overseen by Paul Bunyan, must be put in a natural setting and action. A Spartan, even a Lumberjack, should control the animals, Wolverine or otherwise. Four quarters of reality had been played out. The opposing camp could barely scamper away, certainly they could not push forward for the sake of Paul Bunyan. He will move them, perhaps in a years time, perhaps a decade or two. Paul Bunyan moved too. Could he have cried sawdust tears of joy no doubt he would have! But his wooden nature, being hard like that of wood, stood in the way.

No matter the outcome, he did look forward to this year, as he has the previous 59. Fo Sho Bo, Pearly Perles, Carr Goes Vroom Vroom, Better Than Nick Saban. All Kings of the Field, they play their best for the very soul of Paul Bunyan. But in reality, it's not just for a piece of statuary every year, it is a Battle for Michigan. A battle for a little piece of the larger history that helped build this state with Lumber and Metal and Trucks to haul all of it.  A battle for each of us, the citizens of Michigan, whether it be Up North, in the U.P., Mackinac City, Jackson, Ironwood, New Buffalo or the Soo: We are Michigan. So too are we Paul Bunyan.

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Life, Liberty... and Entities?

Thanks to internet and places like Youtube I've seen UK gun debacle. No freedom to do what the gun owner likes; everything has to be put in fanciful records form, down to the very last grain. Inspectors are like, 'why even try?' General response: 'I have a right to be happy and do the things my forefathers before me for several generations loved doing.' -'thats just an old-fashioned concept!' - 'happiness and being free to make your own choices aren't "old-fashioned" concepts.' - 'we will just agree to disagree.'

Nothing is moved forward, one way or the other. I don't have exact numbers, but I'm pretty sure non-gun related violence saw an extreme spike. I think it has gone down some, but is still terribly high for the overall population. They're using knives. If they can't use knives, use a brick or a rock. If you don't have those, you still have fists. Should knives, bricks, rocks and/or fists be banned? I've heard rumor UK might be going after larger knives, only rumor. What about rocks? The very first murder weapon! Why aren't rocks banned?! Bricks, that should be obvious. A ban on bricks is a ban on buildings, which is a ban on life. Ban the lives we have now! Live like neanderthals! Better yet, ban the future. Clearly, we've stepped up from rocks, spears, bow and arrow, swords and guns. Ban fatty foods because we might get fat, have a heart attack and die. Ban Facebook because someone's feelings may get hurt. Ban angry glares, someone might see them. Ban this and ban that that because we want someone to feel as miserable as us.

Who wants to ban things? What are these things? Why? These are general questions that should be asked, many times never brought up; at least, nothing meaningful. The two words that keep popping into my mind are 'unnatural control'. Law gives the playing field boundaries; it's pretty obvious people can't go around killing each other, that's out-of-bounds. Monarchs, Parliaments and Congresses; egos grown so large it is clear they know what is good for you, whereas you can clearly see and believe in what is good for you before your very eyes. 'The government knows what I want and what is good for me. I believe that, so must others I know and love.' An unnatural control to tell you what is good in life-- rather than believe in it for oneself-- and what others need to live an 'enriched' life as the government-sponsored entity has. Living the life of an entity, an organism that is just there to take up space, is not the life to live for anyone.