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The Daily Man-Up

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We’ve all got something we want to achieve in our life, but why do many of us never smash our goalsto pieces? Why do we talk for years about what we’d like to bring to fruition and then never take action?

The answer to these two questions is that we’re stuck in a pattern of dreaming. Dreaming feels good and it doesn’t require us to do any work. We can romanticize for years and think about all the nice feelings that our dream could bring us.

Dreamers talk a lot

Lot’s of talking and not much action. There is lot’s of “I should do this” or “I am going to do that.” High achievers just take action and apologize for their fuck ups later.

Dreamers over plan

Ever met a dude who has three degrees, and is in their thirties and still studying? They’re lost in the planning and knowledge stage and haven’t yet moved to the “It’s time to take fucking action and get on with the job stage.”

Planning can drown you in fear of how something may work out. The truth is no one really knows for sure whether your plan will unfold the way you want it to. It doesn’t mean you shouldn’t have one; it just means you shouldn’t waste years on figuring out what you’re going to do and how.

You’ll figure things out along the way and your plan will need to change to adapt to your learning’s consistently.

Dreamer’s waffle on when they communicate

That’s because they are not sure what they stand for, what their goals are and who their audience is. When you know what you want and the goals you want to achieve, you get very good at being able to communicate in astraightforward, succinct and clear manner. Get to the point.

Dreamers chop and change

That’s not to say you can’t make changes, but dreamers always seem to have a new idea or goal every week. They chop and change more than they change their underwear. At some point, you need to get clear and commit to focusing on a small number of goals.

“Dabbling leads to mediocrity. Focus leads to mastery”

Dreamers talk but they don’t listen

The keys to their dream are in the listening, but they stand in their own way. When you hear what people have to say, you learn a hell of a lot. None of us know everything which means we need to listen to those who have the knowledge we seek.

Listening is a skill and it’s something high achievers do very well. It’s also about listening and then filtering out what is not relevant to your specific goals. Blindly listening and applying everything you’re told will see you move away from your vision, and towards something you don’t want.

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A Few Glorious Clips For Your Consideration

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My spirit animal

 

He got surfed on!

 

Lay off on the makeup lady

 

Girls bathroom fight club

 

It was his first day home from the shelter and he didn’t know how to react to a bed

 

When I see food

 

Incognito mode

 

Skills

 

It’s a copycat

 

Girl hearing her most favorite song in the world or girl feeling pleasure from a remote bluetooth vibrator…you decide

 

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A Few Photos To Help You Scratch That Nostalgic Itch

Seppuku: The Japanese Art Of Ritual Suicide

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Seppuku is a ritual form of committing suicide in the Japanese society. Behind this gruesome and barbaric act lies the concept in Japanese thinking that an honorable death is more desirable than a life in shame.

It usually involved cutting the abdomen open with a short sword, which was believed to immediately release the samurai’s spirit to the afterlife.

In many cases, a friend or servant would serve as a second, and would ritually decapitate the samurai to provide release from the terrible pain of the abdominal cuts.

The second needed to be very skillful with his sword to achieve the perfect decapitation, known as kaishaku, or “embraced head.” The trick was to leave a small flap of skin attached at the front of the neck so that the head would fall forward and look like it was being cradled by the dead samurai’s arms.

Samurai committed seppuku for a number of reasons, in accordance with bushido, the samurai code of conduct. Motivations could include personal shame due to cowardice in battle, shame over a dishonest act, or loss of sponsorship from a daimyo (Japanese feudal lords). Often times samurai who was defeated but not killed in battle would be allowed to commit suicide in order to regain their honor. Seppuku was an important act not only for the reputation of the samurai himself but also for his entire family’s honor and standing in society.

Sometimes, particularly during the Tokugawa shogunate, seppuku was used as a judicial punishment.

Daimyo could order their samurai to commit suicide for real or perceived infractions. Likewise, the shogun could demand that a daimyo commits seppuku. It was considered far less shameful to commit seppuku than to be executed, the typical fate of convicts from further down the social hierarchy.

The most common form of seppuku was simply a single horizontal cut.

Once the cut was made, the second would decapitate the suicide. A more painful version, called jumonji giri, involved both a horizontal and vertical cut. The performer of jumonji giri then waited stoically to bleed to death, rather than being dispatched by a second. It is one of the most excruciatingly painful ways to die.

Battlefield seppukus were usually quick affairs; the dishonored or defeated samurai would simply use his short sword or dagger to disembowel himself, and then a second (kaishakunin) would decapitate him. 

Planned seppukus, on the other hand, were elaborate rituals. This might be either a judicial punishment or the samurai’s own choice.  The samurai ate a last meal, bathed, dressed carefully, and seated himself on his death cloth. There, he wrote a death poem. Finally, he would open the top of his kimono, pick up the dagger, and stab himself in the abdomen.  Sometimes, but not always, a second would finish the job with a sword.

Famous Seppuku in Japan’s History

A number of suicides that took actually part in history, became legend and subject to Kabuki plays and thousands of book and ukiyo-e illustrations.

Yoshitsune

When Yoshitsune was surrounded in his last castle resort by hostile troops sent by his own brother, he killed first his wife and his own children. Then he committed seppuku. This happened in 1189.

Oda Nubunaga

In 1582, the reckless tyrant Oda Nobunaga was forced to commit suicide after one of his generals, Akechi Mitsuhide, had successfully revolted against him.

The 47 Ronin

The most spectacular case were the 47 ronin – masterless samurai. The real events happened in 1701 and 1702. Their lord, Asano, had been forced by the Shogun to commit an unjustified suicide for the sole reason of a heated sword duel, that resulted in some minor bruises. The opponent, Kira, had provoked the duel by his rude behavior, but got away without any punishment. The 47 vassals of the dead Asano vowed revenge. In the end, they raided Kira’s mansion during a night assault and decapitated Kira with the very same sword used for Asano’s suicide. The 46 ronin (one had died before) were arrested and forced to commit seppuku themselves in spite of an outcry of the public.

Saigo Takamori

In 1877 Saigo Takamori, the leader of a rebellion against the imperial Japanese government, was defeated in the battle of Satsuma in Southern Japan. He was wounded and committed seppuku in samurai manner on the battlefield. He became a folk hero for the Japanese people. The story of Saigo Takamori later became the not historically correct background story for the film The Last Samurai.

Seppuku of 40 Men from 1895

In 1895, fourty men of the Japanese military protested against the return of the Liaotung peninsula to China by committing seppuku. The Japanese had gained an unexpected and easy victory against the Chinese in the Sino-Japanese war of 1894/1895. The peninsula had been returned as part of the Treaty of Shimonoseki, hammered by mediation of the USA.

General Nogi

When Emperor Meiji died in 1912, general Nogi committed seppuku.

Admiral Takijiro Onishi

A particularly horrifying example from the twentieth century was the suicide of Admiral Takijiro Onishi at the end of World War II. He was the mastermind behind the kamikaze attacks on Allied ships. To express his guilt over sending some 4,000 young Japanese men to their deaths, Onishi committed seppuku without a second. It took him more than 15 hours to bleed to death.

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A Few Tips, Tricks And Hacks To Make Your Life A Whole Lot Easier

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How To Find A Lost Dog

On day 12 of searching for my dog in a heavily wooded area, distraught and hopeless, I ran into a couple of hunters. They said they lost the occasional dog on a hunt but always got them back. What they told me has helped many dogs and families be reunited. I’ve given their advice out a few times in the last couple days, so I thought if reddit has any lost dogs out there, this could help:

The dog owner(s) should take an article of clothing that has been worn at least all day, the longer the better, so the lost dog can pick up the scent.

Bring the article of clothing to the location where the dog was last seen and leave it there. Also, if the dog has a crate & familiar toy, you can bring those too (unless location undesirable for crate). You might also want to leave a note requesting item(s) not to be moved.

Leave a bowl of water there too, as the dog probably hasn’t had access to any. Do not bring food as this could attract other animals that the dog might avoid.

Come back the next day, or check intermittently if possible. Hopefully the dog will be waiting there.

I was skeptical and doubted my dog would be able to detect an article of clothing if he didn’t hear me calling his name as loud as possible all day for 12 days. But I returned the next day and sure enough found him sitting there!

I hope this helps someone out there who’s missing a best friend. Good luck 🙂

 

Never co-sign for a loan, contract or other financial commitment unless you’re prepared to pay the whole amount yourself.

Generally, if someone asks you to cosign for them it’s either because 1.) they can’t get approved on their own, or 2.) they’ve been approved (but at a high interest rate) and a co-signer would get them a lower rate.

Cosigning isn’t just “putting in a good word” for someone. It’s asking you to cover their debt in case they don’t. Lenders generally know how to assess risk, so when you co-sign, you’re taking a financial risk that underwriting experts refused to. If the friend / family member / coworker you cosigned for falls behind (or just chooses not to pay his bills and party instead), you’ll get the harassing calls demanding payment. It’s a lose-lose situation: lose your friend/family member; lose your money.

 

Read news from sources which do not agree with you politically. e.g. if you are left wing, read right wing news (and vice versa) every once in a while

It’s important to read news articles from other parts of the world to limit your national bias, from both conservative and liberal papers.

Try and find good sources from the powerhouses of the world to best educate yourself. Read both sides, and draw your own conclusion in the middle.

 

Don’t validate people’s delusions by getting angry or frustrated with them 

You’ll perpetuate conflict and draw yourself into an argument that quickly becomes all about countering the other person’s every claim. Stick to a few simple facts that support your argument and let them reflect on that

tip, tricks and hacks to make your life a whole lot easier

 

Use the Socratic Method to persuade others

Humans are egocentric and we don’t usually contradict the data we generate from our own mind. Therefore, when persuading someone of a particular course of action, do not set it up as a you vs me debate. Rather, ask good questions that get the other person to think through all the options. By portraying yourself as a curious individual who wants truth rather than an enemy to be fought against, you can collaboratively find answers rather than become opponents.

Example: I want to live in City #1 and fiancee wants to live in City #2. Rather than each of us picking a city to defend, I would ask questions about what are the most important qualities of a city for each of us and how they are ranked, then invite my SO to do the research with me and figure out which city scores the most objectively on those metrics.

 

If you find yourself lost in unfamiliar wilderness, immediately STOP and begin marking your location – break brush, organize branches, or stones, or dig trenches into clear man made shapes

People who are lost often begin to wander, and this strategy marks the first location you realized you were lost for both yourself and possible searchers. Make your marking clear enough it will be able to withstand rain/weather, ideally for multiple days or even weeks.

Once you have established your “home base”, you may begin searching for the trail or other signs of human activity. It is incredibly important however to do this with a calm and collected mind, not panicking and trying to push yourself in a random direction in desperate hope. Begin slowly, and always count your steps. Mark your path away from your “home base” as you move, so that there is a clear way back. At first, only try say 20 steps in as straight as a line as you can manage, before returning to your home base. Now try a line in the opposite direction, 20 steps and return. This approach is much safer with a compass, as you can stick to cardinal directions and there is less chance of you becoming turned around. Always be marking your passage, and always try to return to your base as it is much more likely to be close to where people would be traveling or looking for you.

 

A goal towards a tidier home is not through periodic ‘binge cleaning’ but by keeping the house clean through small, everyday tasks.

To have a tidy, livable house that is always ready for unexpected visitors, you should focus on small tasks that keep your house clean everyday.

For example: If you pick up a book or a magazine up or play a board game, put it back after use.

If you use a blanket, fold it up after you get up. Anything that is displaced when in use – even a pencil or a remote.

Instead of piling dishes in the sink, try to wash your cup or plate immediately after you use it. This will leave the sink free and you will only need to wash the larger cooking dishes after you’re done cooking. 

What this leaves is a tidier, clutter free home which will only require mostly vaccuming, dusting, and/or mopping. When unexpected visitors arrive, you don’t have to scramble.

 

How to take an awesome selfie if you’re an ugly bloke

 

Step 1- watch the video above. Step 2- grab a friend and your phone and find some good lighting.

The biggest issue I have with modern day selfies or pictures is that they’re all in color, yet no one knows how to pay attention to light temperature. Light has different shades, from red to blue to yellow, even green. Our brains are just so good at adjusting to those shades we rarely notice! Cameras, not so much. When light sources from different temp lights like tungsten or daylight mix they can create sickly or oddly colored tones on skin, which is simply exaggerated by the poor cameras and color science in modern day phones.

Try to find a space in your house with a good source of light, a window will work just fine. Turn the rest of your lights off. Use a thin sheet or white shade if the light is too strong, you don’t want to blow out the image (too much light) or create super intense contrast (deep deep shadows, you floating in the dark). Angle the light source 30° from your nose- you should get a good exposure and pleasant shadows which accentuate your nose and jaw line, as well as a nice eye light (the light source reflected in your eyes at an angle without covering your pupils). Google ‘classical portrait lighting’ for a better example.

Enjoy your epic and newfound selfie/photography skills and be the change you want to see in the online dating world.

 

If you lock your keys in your car, don’t call a locksmith, call a towing company. They will typically unlock your car for less than a locksmith, arrive faster, and are available 24/7

 

Going to the dentist only when your tooth hurts is a good way to spend a lot of money at the dentist…preventative dental care is the best thing you can possibly do to save money

 

Save your resume as a PDF before sending it out. This guarantees the layout, structure, typography to be 100% consistent for all viewers, and no one will have issues opening it

 

If you’re poor, homeless, just hungry, or know someone who is, go to a Sikh temple for “langar.” a free meal is served to all the visitors, without distinction of religion, caste, gender, economic status or ethnicity

 

When you are visiting a friend who is unemployed, don’t ask him how the job search is going. Let them bring it up first if they need to do so.

Your friend has been dealing with the stress of looking for work all day long, isolated, ruminating over what could happen, feeling self doubts. Having you come over is a mental health break from all that, a welcome distraction. Don’t harsh that by asking this common questions and getting his mind back on that track again.

 

When being a designated driver, don’t drive your car, drive one of your friend’s. Keeps your car puke free

 

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The Dumping Grounds

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Ashleigh Banfield Rips Aziz Ansari Accuser, Calls Allegations ‘Reckless and Hollow’

 

What Mormon Missionaries Talk About Before You Answer The Door

 

Dumb dog gets to choose between $100 or 1 chicken nugget

 

Ramen Chef Reviews Instant Ramen

 

29 years ago, Soviet defector and KGB operative Yuri Bezmenov, specializing in the fields of Marxist-Leninist propaganda and ideological subversion; warned us about the silent war being waged against America as part of a long term plan to take over and destroy the American system and way of life.

 

American F-16 dodges six Iraqi missiles during the Gulf War, the stress the pilots are under is unbelievable

 

How Americans got stuck with endless drug commercials

 

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Linkage

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How to Build Your Own Mini SNES With ALL Games Made For SNES! – Gizmodo

Be like Bill Gates and Warren Buffett: If you’re not spending 5 hours per week learning, you’re being irresponsible – Quartz

Thirteen malnourished siblings rescued from California house after 17-year-old girl escapes – Raw Story

12 Actors Who Were High Out Of Their Minds On Set – Ranker

What It Feels Like To Have Sex With A Loose Vagina – Your Tango

A breakfast sandwich maker that makes me cry tears of joy just looking at it – Amazon

Bikini coffee is the best type of coffee shop – GFY

The Greatest Trip Hop Album Of All Time Mezzanie By Massive Attack – Pitchfork

Best Vikings Fan Reactions To Miraculous Win Over Saints – Break

Bewbs, Awesomeness And Everything In Between – Leenks

How To Fix Aging Skin (Do This Every Day) –  Skin Research

Why the price of Bitcoin, Ethereum and Litecoin just tanked – VICE

Simone Biles says she was sexually abused by Olympics team doctor Larry Nassar – Daily Dot

Hot Raver Girl With Next Level Booty – Instagram

Researchers find that one person likely drove Bitcoin from $150 to $1,000, in a new study published in the Journal of Monetary Economics. Unregulated cryptocurrency markets remain vulnerable to manipulation today – Tech Crunch

After Dallas Mavericks owner Mark Cuban said NBA referee manager Ed Rush “wouldn’t be able to manage a Dairy Queen”, Dairy Queen management took offence and offered to let Cuban manage a Dairy Queen for a day. Cuban accepted – Booing Kiki

J.Lo Big Butt in Jeans for Guess – Drunken Stepfather

Impatience: The Pitfall Of Every Ambitious Person – Darius Foroux

Emily Ratajkowski, Hayden Panettiere and Other Random Women – G-Celeb

I Visited Saudi Arabia Before They Opened The Country To Tourists – Bored Panda

Bras are Optional and Life is Good! (34 Photos) – Radass

The Real Gangs Of New York: When The Dead Rabbits And Bowery Boys Ruled Five Points – All That Is Interesting

Eliza Dushku Says She Was Molested At 12 By Hollywood Stuntman – The Blemish

Bitcoin and Cryptocurrency Technologies: A Free Course from Princeton – Open Culture

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Hot Instagram Girl Of The Day: Emily

The Daily Man-Up

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Genuinely caring about somebody a lot, does not guarantee they care about you equally (or at all) in return. Some people will never care about you regardless of what you do or say. So don’t assume somebody appreciates you just because you do nice things for them.

This is something that I unfortunately didn’t learn until well into adulthood – It may sound obvious when its spelled out, but when you’re in the actual situation its not always so clear. Most of my life I thought if I really cared about somebody a lot, then they must care about me to some degree in return. It always felt like that connection was so strong it had to be mutual, even if the obvious signs showed otherwise. Despite certain people treating me like dirt and rarely reciprocating, I would do everything I could to make them happy. I would go out of my way to help them, say & do nice things for them, encourage them, etc..with the assumption they’d eventually show their appreciation for me being in their lives. I’d think “how could they not care about me when I make it so obvious how much I care about them? If I just keep trying they’ll come around”. This was especially true for people who maybe showed signs they cared at some point in the past, but weren’t anymore.

What I’ve learned over the years is that a lot of times that reciprocal connection is imagined. The amount you love somebody does not always affect how much they love you back. People can and will use you and your emotions. And just because somebody may have once cared about you in the past, doesn’t mean they still do now or ever will again in the future…theres often nothing you can do to change their feelings through any good deeds or kind words.

I’m not talking about classic “nice guy” syndrome. Not the crush who friend-zoned you that you’re desperately trying to win over by being nice when there should have never been any expectation of feelings to begin with…I’m talking about people who you genuinely feel a meaningful connection with. Whether that be friends, family, or romantic partners.

I wasted a lot of time on people expecting them to suddenly start reciprocating my feelings and actions. I’d be convinced I could win people over (or back over)…including bad friends and former relationships…if I was just nice enough to them and let my feelings be known. Looking back I should have cut my loses far sooner. I should have focused more on finding people who not only cared about me, but wanted to make me happy in return.

Its important not to assume somebody appreciates you just because you love them and do good things for them.You can waste a lot of time and energy focusing on people who will never really care no matter what you do.

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Welcome To Caveman’s Fight Club!

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Fighter helps opponent relocate shoulder

 

Francis Ngannou vs. Alistair Overeem 

 

Garbrandt was close to landing this left hook clean, and changing his fate. TJ’s forearm had other plans

 

DC blocks a Jon Jones head kick in the 2nd, before blocking low and paying the ultimate price in the 3rd

 

Mirko Cro Cop brutally knocks out 3 great fighters with his patented left head kick

 

 Nearly 20 years ago Vitor Belfort destroyed Wanderlei Silva in UFC Brazil 

 

Maidana defending and attacking

 

Rafael Cordeiro sparring with his students

 

Dana White Tells A Great Roger Mayweather Stories

 

Man with hands puts kids to bed

 

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Confessions Of ‘Comfort Women’ Of WW2

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Japan’s military applied the euphemism “comfort women” to describe women of conquered countries who were forced into sexual slavery and raped by Japanese soldiers. Historian Yoshiaki Yoshimi found incontrovertible evidence that the Japanese built about 2,000 “comfort stations” around Asia where Japanese soldiers could rape native women. These 2,000 rape centers held as many as 200,000 women from Korea, the Philippines and other countries. Here are some of these women’s stories:

Chong Ok-sun

One day in June, at the age of 13, I had to prepare lunch for my parents who were working in the field and so I went to the village well to fetch water. A Japanese garrison soldier surprised me there and took me away, so that my parents never knew what had happened to their daughter. I was taken to the police station in a truck, where I was raped by several policemen. When I shouted, they put socks in my mouth and continued to rape me. The head of the police station hit me in my left eye because I was crying. That day I lost my eyesight in the left eye.

After 10 days or so, I was taken to the Japanese army garrison barracks in Heysan City. There were around 400 other Korean young girls with me and we had to serve over 5,000 Japanese soldiers as sex slaves every day – up to 40 men per day. Each time I protested, they hit me or stuffed rags in my mouth. One held a matchstick to my private parts until I obeyed him. My private parts were oozing with blood.

One Korean girl who was with us once demanded why we had to serve so many, up to 40, men per day. To punish her for her questioning, the Japanese company commander Yamamoto ordered her to be beaten with a sword. While we were watching, they took off her clothes, tied her legs and hands and rolled her over a board with nails until the nails were covered with blood and pieces of her flesh. In the end, they cut off her head. Another Japanese, Yamamoto, told us that “it’s easy to kill you all, easier than killing dogs.” He also said “since those Korean girls are crying because they have not eaten, boil the human flesh and make them eat it.”

One Korean girl caught a venereal disease from being raped so often and, as a result, over 50 Japanese soldiers were infected. In order to stop the disease from spreading and to ’sterilize’ the Korean girl, they stuck a hot iron bar in her private parts.

Once they took 40 of us on a truck far away to a pool filled with water and snakes. The soldiers beat several of the girls, shoved them into the water, heaped earth into the pool and buried them alive.

I think over half of the girls who were at the garrison barracks were killed. Twice I tried to run away, but both times we were caught after a few days. We were tortured even more and I was hit on my head so many times that all the scars still remain. They also tattooed me on the inside of my lips, my chest, my stomach and my body. I fainted. When I woke up, I was on a mountainside, presumably left for dead. Of the two girls with me, only Kuk Hae and I survived. A 50-year-old man who lived in the mountains found us, gave us clothes and something to eat. He also helped us to travel back to Korea, where I returned, scarred, barren and with difficulties in speaking, at the age of 18, after five years of serving as a sex slave for the Japanese.

 

 

Hwang So-gun, born 1918:

When I was 17 years old, in 1936, the head of our village came to our house and promised me to help me find a job in a factory. Because my family was so poor, I gladly accepted this offer of a well-paid job. I was taken to the railway station in a Japanese truck where 20 or so other Korean girls were already waiting. We were put on the train, then onto a truck and after a few days’ travel we reached a big house at the River Mudinjian in China. I thought it was the factory, but I realized that there was no factory. Each girl was assigned one small room with a straw bag to sleep on, with a number on each door.

After two days of waiting, without knowing what was happening to me, a Japanese soldier in army uniform, wearing a sword, came to my room. He asked me “will you obey my words or not?,” then pulled my hair, put me on the floor and asked me to open my legs. He raped me. When he left, I saw there were 20 or 30 more men waiting outside. They all raped me that day. From then on, every night I was assaulted by 15 to 20 men.

We had to undergo medical examinations regularly. Those who were found disease-stricken were killed and buried in unknown places. One day, a new girl was put in the compartment next to me. She tried to resist the men and bit one of them in his arm. She was then taken to the courtyard and in front of all of us, her head was cut off with a sword and her body was cut into small pieces.

 

 

Yong Soo, Lee

The comfort station was a two-storey Japanese-style building with 20 rooms. There were already many women there when we arrived. About ten, all of whom looked much older than us, wore kimonos. There was a Japanese woman, the proprietor’s wife. We changed into dresses given to us by the other women. The proprietor told us to call them ‘nesang’, ‘big sister’ and to do whatever they told us to. We began to take turns to wash their clothes and cook for them. The food was again not enough. We ate gruel made with millet or rice. I was terrified of being beaten; I was always scared. I was never beaten by soldiers, but I was frequently beaten by the proprietor. I was so frightened that I couldn’t harbor any thoughts of running away. After having crossed an ocean and not knowing where I was, how could I think of escape?

The rooms were very small. Each was big enough for two people to lie down in. At the entrance of each hung a blanket in place of a door. The walls and floor were laid with wooden boards, and there was nothing else. We were each given a military blanket and had to sleep on the bare planks. One day, a man came in and asked my name. I was still frightened and just sat in a corner shaking my head without answering. So he said he would give me a name, and began to call me Tosiko. After that day I was always called Tosiko in the station.

We mainly had to serve a commando unit. They were not in the slightest way sympathetic towards us. They wore uniforms, but I had no idea whether they were from the army, navy or air force. I served four or five men a day. They finished their business quickly and left. Hardly any stayed overnight. I had to use old clothes, washed thoroughly, during my period. Even then I had to serve men. I was never paid for these services.

There were frequent air raids, and on some days we had to be evacuated several times. Whenever there was a raid, we were forced to hide ourselves in mountain undergrowth or in a cave. If the bombing ceased, the men would set up make-shift tents anywhere, on dry fields or in paddies, and they would make us serve them. Even if the tents were blown down by the wind, the men didn’t pay any attention but finished what they were doing to us. Those men were worse than dogs or pigs. They never wore condoms. I don’t remember ever having a medical examination.

One day, while we were in an underground shelter, the comfort station collapsed in a bombing attack. Our shelter was buried under the rubble. We dug through the soil, trying to get out. After a while we saw light through a small hole. I was incredibly relieved to be able to look out and shouted ‘At last I can see outside!’ Then I smelt smoke, and blood gushed out of my nose and mouth. I lost consciousness. The proprietor’s wife and mistress both died. As the house had collapsed, we were moved into a bomb shelter at the foot of a hill, and there we again had to serve the men. After a while, the proprietor got hold of some material and built a rough and ready house. It didn’t take him long. We continued to serve the men. In the end I was infected with venereal disease and the proprietor gave me the injection of the serum known as No. 606, which was used before penicillin became widely available. The fluid had a reddish tint. The disease stayed with me for a long time because I had to continue to serve men before I was clear. So I had to have constant injections. There was no hospital or clinic in the vicinity.  Medical care – such as it was – was haphazard.

Apart from going to the bomb shelters we weren’t allowed out at all. We were warned that if we tried to venture beyond the confines of the station we would be killed, and I was sufficiently scared not to try anything. The men we served in the unit were all young; they seemed to be 19 or 20 years old, not much older than we girls were.

 One evening, a soldier came to me and said he would be in combat later that same evening and that this battle would mark the end of his early life. I asked him what his commando unit was. He explained that one or two men would fly an airplane to attack an enemy ship or base. They would be suicide pilots. He gave me his photo and the toiletries he had been using. He had come to me twice before and said he had got venereal disease from me. He said he would take the disease to his grave as my present to him. Then he taught me a song:

I take off with courage, leaving Sinzhu behind,

Over the golden and silver clouds.

There is no one to see me off:

Only Tosiko grieves for me.

Until then I had known we were somewhere in Taiwan, but because we were kept in such close confinement and isolation, I had no idea of exactly where. From his song I learned we were in Sinzhu.

When we were evacuated to avoid the bombing we stole sugar cane. We were that hungry. But if we were caught we were beaten. We were not allowed to speak in Korean. Again, if we were caught doing so, we were beaten.

 

 

Jan Ruff O’Herne

I was born in Java, in the former Dutch East Indies (now known as Indonesia) in 1923 of a fourth generation Dutch colonial family. I grew up on a sugar plantation and had the most wonderful childhood. I was educated in Catholic schools and graduated from Franciscan Teacher’s College in Semarang, Java.

 When I was 19 years old in 1942, Japanese troops invaded Java. Together with thousands of women and children, I was interned in a Japanese prison camp for three and a half years. Many stories have been told about the horrors, brutalities, suffering and starvation of Dutch women in Japanese prison camps. But one story was never told, the most shameful story of the worst human rights abuse committed by the Japanese during World War II: The story of the “Comfort Women”, the jugun ianfu, and how these women were forcibly seized against their will, to provide sexual services for the Japanese Imperial Army.

I had been in the camp for two years, when in 1944 high ranking Japanese officers arrived at the camp. The order was given: all single girls from seventeen years up, had to line up in the compound. The officers walked towards us, and a selection process began. They paced up and down the line, eyeing us up and down, looking at our figures, at our legs, lifting our chins. They selected ten pretty girls. I was one of ten. We were told to come forward, and pack a small bag, as we were to be taken away. The whole camp protested, and our mothers tried to pull us back. I embraced my mother not knowing if I was ever going to see her again. We were hurled into an army truck. We were terrified and clung to our bags and to each other.

The truck stopped in the city of Semarang, in front of a large Dutch Colonial house. We were told to get out. Entering the house we soon realized what sort of a house it was. A Japanese military told us that we were here for the sexual pleasure of the Japanese. The house was a brothel.

We protested loudly. We said we were forced to come here, against our will. That they had no right to do this to us, and that it was against the Geneva Convention. But they just laughed at us and said that they could do with us as they liked. We were given Japanese names and these were put on our bedroom doors.

We were a very innocent generation. I knew nothing about sex. The horrific memories of “opening night” of the brothel have tortured my mind all my life. We were told to go to the dining room, and we huddled together in fear, as we saw the house filling up with military. I got out my prayer book, and led the girls in prayer, in the hope that this would help us. Then they started to drag us away, one by one. I could hear the screaming coming from the bedrooms. I hid under the table, but was soon found. I fought him. I kicked him with all my might. The Japanese officer became very angry because I would not give myself to him. He took his sword out of its scabbard and pointed it at me, threatening me with it, that he would kill me if I did not give into him. I curled myself into a corner, like a hunted animal that could not escape. I made him understand that I was not afraid to die. I pleaded with him to allow me to say some prayers. While I was praying he started to undress himself. He had no intention of killing me. I would have been no good to him dead.

He then threw me on the bed and ripped off all my clothes. He ran his sword all over my naked body, and played with me as a cat would with a mouse. I still tried to fight him, but he thrust himself on top of me, pinning me down under his heavy body. The tears were streaming down my face as he raped me in a most brutal way. I thought he would never stop.

When he eventually left the room, my whole body was shaking. I gathered up what was left of my clothing, and fled into the bathroom. There I found some of the other girls. We were all crying, and in total shock. In the bathroom I tried to wash away all the dirt and the shame off my body. Just wash it away. But the night was not over yet, there were more Japanese waiting, and this went on all night, it was only the beginning, week after week, month after month.

The house was completely guarded, there was no way to escape. At times I tried to hide, but was always found, and dragged back to my room. I tried everything, I even cut off all my hair, so I was totally bald. I thought if I made myself look ugly, nobody would want me. But it turned me into a curiosity object; they all wanted the girl that had cut off her hair. It had the opposite effect.

Never did any Japanese rape me without a fight. I fought each one of them. Therefore, I was repeatedly beaten. In the so-called “Comfort Station” I was systematically beaten and raped day and night. Even the Japanese doctor raped me each time he visited the brothel to examine us for veneral disease. And to humiliate us even more the doors and windows were left open, so the Japanese could watch us being examined.

During the time in the “Comfort Station”, the Japanese had abused me and humiliated me. I was left with a body that was torn and fragmented everywhere. The Japanese soldiers had ruined my young life. They had stripped me of everything. They had taken away my youth, my self-esteem, my dignity, my freedom, my possessions, and my family. But there was one thing that they could never take away from me. It was my religious faith and love for God. This was mine and nobody could take that away from me. It was my deep Faith that helped me survive all that the Japanese did to me.

I have forgiven the Japanese for what they did to me, but I can never forget

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A Few Answers To Questions You Always Wondered About

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What is a typical day like in prison?

I wake up at 4:55 a.m. each and every morning. Why? Well, in part because I can, because I have the freedom to choose at what time I’m going to start my day. This is not true of every day mind you, as many things can change an individual’s schedule or routine. That said, I get up that early because, when my door most often unlocks, at about 5:15 a.m., I don’t want to be in the cell where I’ve been for the last number of hours.

I most often choose to eat plain oatmeal with peanut butter, (unless it’s Sunday when the chow hall typically serves eggs, potatoes, and toast) because in part I don’t want to experience any more of the chow hall that I reasonably have to, and because I can afford to eat oatmeal (at $1.00 per pound) and peanut butter (at $2.15 per 16 oz. container) for breakfast.

Work starts at 6:00 a.m. and I count myself as extremely fortunate to have what we call an industries job. This is an eight hours a day, five days a week, job in the penitentiary’s industrial laundry. We process linen from the surrounding hospitals, colleges, institutions, etc. Between one million and one and a half million pounds of linen gets processed through our facility every month. I work in the maintenance department, which is responsible for keeping the equipment running smoothly, maintaining operation of the machinery, scheduling down time for repairs, etc. This job also pays exceedingly well (comparably speaking) as, instead of the average monthly income of around $45.00, I earn roughly $150.00 monthly. This has allowed me to maintain regular contact with family through phone calls at 0.16 per minute ($4.80 for a 30-minute phone call), purchase some items to make life more livable by  supplementing the food provided from the chow hall with items from canteen/commissary, as well as pay off my restitution and court fees over the last 17 years of roughly $15,000.00 so that, should I one day regain an opportunity to live in the community, I’ll be able to start that life without monetary debt.

Typically I’ll have lunch around noon, which most often gets eaten in that place I’d rather not frequent, the chow hall. Our menu rotates every three months (by seasons) with few exceptions, and while that isn’t horrible for a couple of years, when you start passing decades by, it gets redundant and the desire to consume food outside of what gets offered day in and day out grows. I’ve come to think of what I eat as simply fuel.

Between 1 o’clock and 2 o’clock I’m off work and might try to get outside for some sunshine if I’m lucky enough, maybe some exercise, jog around the track or just walk some laps with someone who I need to catch up with for however long. Otherwise it’s reading, studying for work and educational purposes, etc.

Dinner is around 5 p.m., that same chow hall that I’d most often rather not go to, however I don’t want to suggest that the food is so bad that we can’t eat it because that’s not the case. Many here are well overweight; it’s simply the choices those individuals choose to make in how and what they consume, what level of activity they participate in—whether due to their abilities or basic drive—and what medical conditions may exist in their lives.

During the evening hours I try to write letters, read, call family and friends, maybe attend a function or fundraiser if I’m fortunate enough be involved in something of that nature, educational opportunities, youth outreach programs, etc. For many, however, it’s nothing more than watching TV or staring at a blank wall. Again, I’m fortunate, both in my personal agency and my outlook on life.

When I’m asked about what prison is like I offer that it is an extremely lonely place, where every moment of every day is dictated for you, and where there’s tremendous opportunities for self-reflection. In the movies, on TV, and through media coverage, you see individuals that get swept up into the justice system and there’s this emphasis on the crime, the trial, entry into prison … then there’s a few portrayed scenes of prison, walking the yard with the tough guys, pumping iron, watching your back in the shower room, etc., and lastly this great experience of being released from prison, back to spending time with family and friends, BBQs in the summertime, and so on and so forth. It’s all very event orientated, without the day-to-day experiences put on display. In part that’s because you can’t show the day-to-day loneliness, the feelings of exclusion, the feelings of shame and cowardice that accompany an individual’s incarceration. The realization that we’ve not only victimized our actual victims through whatever offense/s we’ve committed, but we’ve additionally victimized our own families, the community, society as a whole, our friends and loved ones, everyone that we come in contact with. The courts, lawyers, judges, prosecutors, juries, corrections officers, police, detectives … and the list goes on and on.

So what do I hope to get across here? For starters, we as prisoners are human beings, individuals who have failed society for whatever reasons and though no excuse relieves us from our poor life decisions, without hope and help to be better people, without redemption, society is all but lost in its entirety through our bad behaviors. In a discussion group with college students not long ago, after describing some of the opportunities available here in the penitentiary in which I reside, one student asked me if we, as prisoners, deserved such opportunities. I paused before answering that society needs us to have such opportunities, because if we do not come out of prison with more skills and a more productive mindset then we came in with, we are destined to once again fail.

This is a day in the life of a prisoner … one who considers himself extremely fortunate in countless ways and for just as many reasons.

– Trevor

 

What is a day in the life of a porn star like? How is the life of a girl different from a guy?

PAY / SCENE RATES: Yes, female performers are often paid higher than male performers, at least to start with. New girls can get $600-$1000 starting out for a boy/girl scene. But the average female performer gets “shot out” within 3-6 months and then leaves porn altogether, because there is no more money to be made for her. I see this all the time. To last longer than that 6 month “introductory” period you have to be really good at what you’re doing, and have something unique that makes studios want to keep hiring you. It’s also important to have a large and loyal fan base clamoring to see new scenes. Doesn’t matter how hot a girl is, if there aren’t devoted fans writing to studios and posting on message boards saying how badly they can’t wait to see her next scene, the girl won’t be getting hired and she will disappear.

Male performers are generally a much smaller pool. There is less competition among male performers than females. Their job is hard – they have to get hard on command, stay hard as long as the director needs them to in order to finish the scene, NOT cum early, and cum on command. All in an incredibly hot room, often with no A/C, and bright lights all around. And often with multiple other (clothed) dudes (crew members) watching. A desirable, popular male performer will be paid $500-$1000 for a boy/girl scene, depending on the studio and what their budget is. 

BEST CASE SCENARIO (not necessarily typical by any means) DAY IN THE LIFE: 
As a female performer, an ideal day for me filming a boy/girl scene goes like this. Often enough a day can be drawn out to over 10 hours long. This is the best case scenario for a day on set shooting a boy/girl scene:

  • 9am: Wake up, get my suitcase together.
  • 10am: Drive 30 mins-1hour to set, arrive for my 11am call time
  • 11:00: Do my paperwork, get in hair/makeup for 1.5 hours
  • 12:00: Shoot a set of solo stills, which usually takes about an hour
  • 1-2:00: the male talent arrives between 1-2, and does his paperwork while crew re-sets lights
  • 2:00: shoot intro video for scene, may take up to 2 hours depending on complexity of scenario and set-ups
  • 4:00: shoot boy/girl sex stills
  • 5:00: shoot boy/girl video, including cum shot
  • 6:00: If there IS a softcore version to be shot, then we’d shoot the softcore photos and videos now. That would take another 1.5 hours.
  • 6:15: If there is NO softcore stuff, then we’re done for the day, talent collects their checks if it is same-day pay, otherwise the check is mailed after 2 weeks.

As you can see, female talent always arrives several hours before male talent, but we finish the scene at the same time. IMO it’s only fair that female talent is paid more than male talent, if you look at it on a per-hour basis.

Also, a lot of male performers can and will book two boy/girl scenes in a day. Because there is a smaller pool of male talent, guys who are in-demand can easily shoot 10-15 boy/girl scenes a month, while it’s almost unheard of for female talent to shoot more than 4 boy/girls in a month. (Personally I have averaged 2 per month since the beginning of my career – so one could say that shooting B/G scenes just pays my rent). 

CHALLENGES:
There are a multitude of challenges that might get in the way of talent being able to work regularly.
PHYSICALLY, we depend on our bodies staying healthy to even be able to work. If I just get a cold, I might be sent home from a shoot because my nose is running and I’m sniffling a lot, for example. If I shoot a bondage scene one week that results in bruises on my thighs, then my B/G scene the following week will likely be cancelled, because I cannot appear on camera with bruises on my skin. The studio would send me home and call in another girl to substitute in my place.
Many female performers have their own boundaries for what they can do physically and how often. For example, I cannot film more than 1 boy/girl scene in a week, because the sex is so intense and usually with a much-larger-than-average sized penis. My vagina needs a few days to recuperate. 
MENTALLY, Being in such a highly competitive industry can be challenging. You really have to develop a thick skin and not let anything get to you. I’m a curvier girl, so if I sat around all day wondering why my petite peers get jobs that I don’t get, I would go nuts. Out of necessity I’ve had to work on developing a very thick skin so that I don’t take things like that personally. Personally, it’s my toughest challenge.

MOST OF MY WORK takes place on the internet – on social networks like twitter, via blogging and posting on message boards, and via email communications with my fans. I get 100+ emails every day, and I read and respond to every single one (even though it might take me a week or two in some cases). In order to retain my loyal fan base and create new fans, I have to keep myself out there in front of them. It’s several hours of work every day which I am thrilled to be doing – but it’s not necessarily “easy” money, as another user’s answer claimed. Remember this: I’m only shooting a handful of scenes every month, and the rest of my work every day in between is not actually paid, it’s me managing my daily business (the aforementioned social networking/email communications, shooting my own scenes at home for my membership site, and editing videos) and laying groundwork to hopefully get more opportunities in the future.

The minority of my income is from being hired to film scenes. The majority comes from a plethora of smaller, more consistent income streams that require constant upkeep such as managing multiple online stores (like clips4sale and FreeOnes) where I sell video clips, auctioning off or selling my own merchandise online, creating custom-ordered videos for fans, and from fans joining my official membership site, which I update 2x per week with new content.

– Siri

 

 

What’s It Like To Try Ecstasy?

I am a forty-something professional man, happily married. My wife and I arranged to take e one Monday evening during the Christmas / New Year break with some close friends of ours, an older couple whom we have known, loved and respected for about fifteen years. They were “old hands” and my wife had done it once before. We had agreed that this would be the night I tried e for the first time. While I had some slight trepidation, I knew I would be OK as I trusted them all completely. 

Sitting comfortably in our cosy living room, Café del Mar and similar CDs playing in the background, we began at 8 pm. I swallowed one white tablet with water. My male friend then asked us what intentions, if any, we each had for the session. Mine, I decided, was “to lighten up a bit,” as for the last few years I had been having an incredibly heavy time with multiple illnesses and levels of stress that had left me feeling completely beaten up by life. I had become tense, withdrawn and sullen — still able to function and superficially OK, but hardly my old self. 

Over the next hour nothing much happened except that I found myself talking quite openly and confidently with the others, moving very easily into interesting conversations. This was a little unusual for me as I am normally quite shy and overly self-conscious in social situations and it takes me a while to loosen up. In fact, it unnerved me for a moment when I first noticed it — Is this really me talking? — but I soon realised that nothing was coming out of my mouth that was in any way inconsistent with my intelligence or my best intentions, and that I was still very much in charge of myself. What had happened, I realised, was that my neurotic self-checking filters, the ones that have to inspect and approve everything I say before I say it, several times over, had dropped away, creating a clear passage for my natural self-expression. I began to trust the e. 

The next thing I experienced was a striking shift in my visual perception. I don’t mean a hallucination or a distortion, but a wonderful step up in the aesthetic quality. For a moment it was like being in one of those nostalgic TV ads where the world looks all gold and sepia. ‘Everything’s gone amber!’ I blurted. But then I found that my vision was becoming beautifully enhanced. It made my normal visual experience seem like cheap, fuzzy CCTV footage in comparison. Now I was seeing the world anew in sharp, lush, top-quality Technicolor! 

I also began to feel very warm, flushed, and a faint sheen of sweat was now appearing on my face. Yet it was a surprisingly nice sensation, like the kind of cosy toasting you get as you sit in front of a log fire. Well, so far it was pleasant, but not much to write home about. 

On the one-hour point I was given a half-tablet top-up, this being judged appropriate by our more experienced friends. Very soon, things became much more interesting. I felt a new kind of energy frothing up inside me, coursing through my body like champagne bubbles. It went far beyond those levels of energy I was used to occasionally getting from meditation. This was wonderful! And it felt so good! So this is what they meant by being ‘up’! Mmm-mmm. 

I also began to move in time to the music. The music! Oh, the music! Wow! It sounded so good, so organic! It demanded movement from my body, and my body yearned to dance. Royksopp’s Melody A.M is now forever etched in my bones as a think of great joy and beauty. At this point, though, I became aware of a pressing sensation in my bladder. I could have just ignored it, but I was aware of the concerns with fluid management on e, so I decided to go upstairs for a pee. It was great moving up the stairs so lightly, my constant back pain of recent years having totally disappeared. 

But standing in the loo waiting to pee was somewhat disconcerting. It seemed the little muscles down there that would normally do the business had gone offline. Clearly my bladder was full, yet the plumbing wasn’t cooperating. Yikes. The pressure was building. What to do? I decided to just sit on the toilet and wait. And after a few moments, it all came together. I somehow just relaxed and it began to flow. Ahh, nice. Before returning downstairs I decided to take a look at my face in the bathroom mirror. What huge pupils! And what a lovely, smooth, pink glow to my skin. Hey, where have all my wrinkles gone? 

Just at that moment there was a new frothing up of energy. It spilled into my head, my face, and found its way to the muscles around my jowls and cheeks. And then it made me do something which was, strangely, almost against my will. It was awakening nerve endings that seemed to have lain dormant for ages. It almost hurt as some inactive facial muscles stirred back into life, but here it came. 

I smiled. 

I smiled the biggest smile of my life. 

Looking at myself smiling back at myself, I felt like a little infant just smiling for the sheer joy of being. The more I smiled, the happier I felt. And the happier I felt, the more I wanted to smile. 

This was a huge turning point for me, as I had forgotten what it was like to be really, really happy and relaxed, and I had become resigned to spending the rest of my life in some low emotional flatland. Now I realised just how depressed I had been. I also realised that whenever I indulged in alcohol or chocolate, this innocently joyous state, this ecstasy, was the state I was really seeking to be in. Only those things had never really brought me anywhere near it. So why bother with them at all? This was the real deal. 

When I trotted back downstairs I was beaming from ear to ear — no, make that from temple to temple, my smile was so big! Everyone looked up at me with delight as I walked into the room. ‘I’m BACK!’ I cried. And I wasn’t just meaning back in the room. 

We then went into a phase of enjoying closer contact with each other, having intimate conversations and embraces in different pairs. After a while of enjoying the words and hugs of my male friend, I felt a clear urge to make contact with my wife. It was she who had had to tolerate my depressed, withdrawn state for so long. She needed and deserved a break. I told her that I had a heartfelt desire not only for her to see me being in this state, to enjoy me being at my most open, relaxed and happy, but also for me to carry as much as I could from this state back into my normal life. She was so delighted for me, and relieved for herself. 

This was another huge turning point, as we returned to our old close contact and had the deepest mutual understanding we had had in years. We spoke some important truths to each other, all honestly intended and lovingly received. Some heavy weight of recent years had fallen away. It was just us again. 

And so it went on into the wee hours. Warmth, joy, intimacy, peace, insight, contact, bliss. Such a delicious and utterly productive way to spend a night. After a couple of hours there was a clear moment at which I felt the effects begin to diminish – pretty much like when an aeroplane begins its descent. There was a long way to go back down, and it was a little disappointing to think it would be over soon, but the glideslope was very, very gentle. And the next day, though I felt a bit spacey and found it very difficult to concentrate, I was otherwise fine. 

The uplifted state stayed with me and took a long time to fade — at least a couple of weeks. It had unleashed in me a rush of joy that was still accessible when I focused on it weeks later. That little tablet and a half helped me contact joy, revamp my relationship, recover my self-esteem, and have key insights

– Astro

 

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The Dumping Grounds

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The Office – DVD Logo

 

A Chinese girl making kimchi from scratch

 

Train drivers in New Zealand share their stories of hitting people on the tracks

 

Worst Way To Die

 

Children Of The Sex Trade (2014) – This exceptional film follows two young sisters in the Philippines who help former Australian police and Special Forces officers rescue underage girls from sex bars

 

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Linkage

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Nazi Punks F**k Off: How Black Flag, Bad Brains, and More Took Back Their Scene from White Supremacists – GQ

Ex-C.I.A. Officer Suspected of Compromising Chinese Informants Is Arrested – The Atlantic

Lucasfilm Just Released the Official Synopsis for ‘Solo: A Star Wars Story’ – Maxim

Every Nice Guy Needs To Read This Book – Amazon

This Man Recorded Himself Killing Two Teens And You Can Hear The Enjoyment In His Voice – Ranker

Californians can now get rid of their old weed convictions – VICE

Bitcoin Crash – This May Make Investors Rich in 2018 – Underground Finance

Beautiful Busty Model Sophie Rose Mudd – Linkiest

Chicago goes 5 days without a fatal shooting…Congrats! – WGNTV

One Of The Hottest Fit Chicks Out There – Instagram

How BitConnect pulled the biggest exit scheme in cryptocurrency – The Next Web

Teen gets perfect score on Japan’s notoriously hard college entrance history exam with crazy-detailed notes – Rocket News

Largest producing egg farm in the US caught by undercover operatives for severe animal abuse – Fox 13

Demi Rose’s booty is a sight to behold – Drunken Stepfather

14 Men And Women Talk About The Best Sex They Ever Had (And What Made It *That* Amazing – Thought Catalog

Awkward Situations That Every Guy Has Experienced (videos) – Leenks

12 Epic Adventures: No Skills Required – Mens Journal

Intense Footage of Kamikaze Attacks During WWII – Smithsonian

The Importance of Dressing Well for a Job Interview – The Art Of Manliness

Sarah Hyland Shared Her Bathtub Time – G-Celeb

9 Secrets of Famous Magic Tricks That Will Impress Even the Most Skeptical Audiences – Bright Side

Hump Day is a Happy Day! (36 Photos) – Radass

What is the Secret to Living a Long, Happy & Creatively Fulfilling Life?: Discover the Japanese Concept of Ikigai – Open Culture

Olivia Munn Teases – Hollywood Tuna

This ’60 Minutes’ interview with Jeff Bezos in 1999 is a must watch – Mashabale

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Hot Instagram Girl Of The Day: Bru Luccas

The Daily Man-Up

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“Better to trip with the feet than with the tongue.”

What It Means

If you trip with your feet, you can get back up again and carry on business as usual. We all make mistakes like this sometimes. It might be embarrassing, but only if you care greatly about the opinions of others.

If you trip with your tongue, you unleash more than just words. You share thoughts, desires, or perspectives that may hurt others. Once you’ve said something hurtful, you can’t undo it. There’s no getting back up; there’s only asking for forgiveness and hoping they’ll pull you back up.

What to Take From It

Think before you speak. Whatever you say, write, or tweet will be out there forever. You can burn pages, delete tweets and Facebook comments, but you can’t pull your words from someone else’s mind. So, while you may one day forget why you said such hurtful things, the world won’t. Don’t forget an earlier lesson that says it’s best not to speak unless you know for certain it’s something worth saying. If even a sliver of your being thinks what you’re about to say is better left unsaid, keep it to yourself, or at least save it for a more opportune moment where your words will be seen in the right light.

If your hurtful words are already out there, don’t try to make them go away, or tell people that they misunderstood—apologize. Say that you’re sorry for what you said, sorry for how you made them feel, and express your desire to be more mindful in the future. They may not accept, but that’s why it’s so important you avoid tripping with your tongue in the first place.

– Patrick Allan

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There Are Some Things You Just Can’t Argue With

A Damn Fine Collection Of Fascinating SPORTS Photos And Videos

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“I’m a Miller Lite guy, always have been, since I was 9.” – John Daly, 1991 PGA Champion

 

Conor McGregor knocks out Jose Aldo, Khabib (Top-Middle) is not impressed 

 

Jose Aldo in his locker room after losing his title defense fight in 13 seconds against Conor McGregor

 

Conor McGregors IG post about his girlfriend

 

Eddie Alvarez on top of cage after knocking out Justin Gaethje at UFC 218 

 

 

Matt Mitrione after an eye poke by Travis Browne

Reminds me of the nasty eye injury after Kimbo fucked some dude up in a backyard fight

 

Lyoto Machida and Shinsuke Nakamura hanging out watching wrestling in 2002 

Shinsuke Nakamura vs Daniel Gracie

 

Warriors after battle 

 

These grant gloves were used in a world title fight in 2016. The gloves were smeared with Acetate which is an acid fluid that burns the eyes and effects breathing. Imagine cheating like this just to win a fight.

My fighter was the victim of this cheating and he complained that his eyes were burning all through the fight. When we brought him to the hospital after the fight he couldn’t see and was having trouble breathing – @nowhere2hyde

 

 

Cleveland Browns fans hold parade after historic 0-16 season

 

22 years ago, Bill Belichick was fired as head coach of the Cleveland Browns. Since then, Belichick has won 5 Super Bowls as a head coach & the Browns have 2 winning seasons.

 

 

Aerial Photo of the B2 Stealth Bomber Flyover at the 2018 Rose Bowl Game 

 

O.j Simpson showed up to the Bills playoff game. Some fans took some photos…But seriously the dude murdered people

 

NFL punter Jon Ryan had a special message for his Kicker when he left for another team

 

Hockey Training for 9 Year Olds in Russia

 

Fan wearing a Gilbert jersey gets surprised by Rod Gilbert 

Rod Gilbert is a retired New York Ranger. He was the first player to ever have his number retired by the rangers.

 

Juan Jose Mendez- was in a car accident and considered dead on site. They massaged his heart for more than a half an hour and he received 48 Liters of blood. He has been in the Elite of Paralympic cycling for 20 years now. 

 

Zlatan Ibrahimović dismantles defense 

 

Zlatan being a good dude

 

That look in her eyes…she’s killed before

 

Ronaldinho gets the wrong card 

 

Braun Strowman on Tinder

 

The Evolution Of Bodybuilding

 

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This Is Where Your Food Is Coming From

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95% of egg-laying hens spend their lives in battery cages. Battery cages commonly hold 5–10 birds, and each chicken may be given an amount of floor space equivalent to less than a sheet of letter-size paper. Constantly rubbing against and standing on wire cages, hens suffer severe feather loss, and their bodies become covered with bruises and abrasions.

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There were more than 5.8 million pigs used for breeding in the United States in 2011, most of whom were confined to gestation crates, typically lined up row after row in large sheds. These naturally curious and intelligent animals are first impregnated at 7 months of age and live out their lives in a cycle of pregnancy, birth, and nursing until they are eventually sent to slaughter.

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Due to selective breeding, commercial male turkeys rapidly grow to a weight 3 times larger than wild male turkeys in only 4 months. Rapid growth and resulting heavy body weight can lead to heart problems and painful leg issues, which can eventually lead to crippling.

Turkeys may be confined so tightly that each bird has only between 2.5 to 4 square feet of space each. This space only gets tighter as the turkeys grow larger.

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Because male calves will not grow up to produce milk, they are considered of little value to the dairy farmer and are sold for meat. Millions of these calves are taken away to be raised for beef. Hundreds of thousands of other male calves born into the dairy industry are raised for veal. Many people consider veal to be cruel, but they don’t realize that veal production is a product of the dairy industry.

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Shortly before piglets are born, sows are moved to “farrowing crates” where the piglets will be nursed. The crates, meant to separate the mother from the piglets to avoid crushing, are restrictive to the point that the mother pig can only stand and lie down — she cannot even turn around to see her piglets.

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Pigs Kicked, Punched, and Spiked Like Footballs at a Factory Farm

 

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Usually just within hours of birth, calves are taken away from their mothers. Calves can become so distressed from separation that they become sick, lose weight from not eating, and cry so much that their throats become raw.

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Chickens in the meat industry typically spend their lives confined to warehouse-like buildings, each packed with as many as 20,000 chickens. On average, the space per chicken is only slightly larger than a sheet of letter-size paper. This crowding can result in scratches and sores from the birds being forced to walk all over each other.

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Perdue chicken factory farmer reaches breaking point, invites film crew to farm

 

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At only 17–20 days old, the piglets are taken away from their mothers and undergo a series of mutilations, including being castrated and having a portion of their tails removed without any sort of pain relief. The piglets spend the next 6 months of their lives confined to pens until they reach “market weight”; they are then trucked to slaughter.

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A sustainable, humane way to produce meat

 

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