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{SisTeRLy Love}

~iF U Long-4 a lil LeViTY…

Click on a link, any link (or sub-link), to trigger the TiTTeRs ~at least a helpless convulsion or 2~ & help clear out those COBWEBS…

(worked 4 me!)

1. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BvHXzP2SpLA

   a) http://v.gd/wHp3cy

 
 
    
 
     a) http://v.gd/1Fyj0L 
  
 
 
 
 
WARNING:  Next 9 are abusive, crass, ‘taboo’ and/or whack:  if you’re in ‘P.C.’ mode, better SAVE ‘EM 4 LATER…
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
{Made with lotsa LuV 4 my bro, tall cool Andrew}
XO
 
Now check out my YT channel: http://www.youtube.com/hairasarah
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Meanwhile, back oFF~

~Westcoast Canada!

I recently received this important letter from www.WildernessCommittee.org :

No Pipelines, No Tankers, No Tar Sands!

Hi Sarah,

It seems like every week we see headlines about a new oil spill or pipeline leak somewhere in North America. The 2010 BP disaster in the Gulf of Mexico made everyone aware of just how dangerous our society’s addiction to oil can be.

Despite this, our own government continues to allow big oil companies to vastly expand the system of pipelines taking tar sands crude oil to overseas markets. Here in BC’s Lower Mainland, I meet people all the time who are deeply concerned about climate change and the terrible impact of tar sands expansion. Many are aware that the tar sands are the largest industrial project in history, with pipelines expanding across the continent and little to no regard for the ecosystems and communities that lie in the infrastructure’s path.  But most people are shocked when I tell them Vancouver’s harbour is quickly becoming a key shipping terminal for tar sands crude.

Without any kind of proper public consultation [as with the HST], massive oil tankers have been allowed to pass through the narrows of the Port of Vancouver – already two tankers a week, each carrying more than three times more crude oil than was spilled by the Exxon Valdez.  Kinder Morgan has applied to expand their Trans Mountain Pipeline so they can carry far more tar sands crude to the Pacific, and plans to ship even more oil are in the works.

All over North America, people are taking action to say ‘No’ to the expansion of tar sands pipelines. A mass civil disobedience action in Washington DC has been pressuring the US government to stop approval of the Keystone XL Pipeline proposed to carry tar sands crude oil from northern Alberta to refineries in Illinois, Oklahoma and the U.S. Gulf Coast.

At the same time, here in the Lower Mainland we are taking action to spotlight and protest the tar sands pipeline in our own backyard – in North Burnaby. Back in 2007, community members had to deal with a pipeline rupture that caused oil to gush out from underneath a city street. The danger that these tankers pose is NOT worth the risk of an oil spill. On Saturday, August 27th, we held a rally outside the refinery in North Burnaby, joined by our allies at the Council of Canadians, Tanker Free BC, Streams of Justice and StopThePave.org.

Our numbers are growing.  Together, we can help turn off the taps on the tar sands, stop Enbridge, stop Kinder Morgan, stop Keystone and ban tankers from Canada’s Pacific coast.  Please join us and get involved.

Ben West | Healthy Communities Campaigner
www.WildernessCommittee.org
 
Thank you for supporting the Wilderness Committee, Canada’s largest membership-based, citizen-funded wilderness preservation organization.  We work for the preservation of Canadian and international wilderness through research and grassroots education to achieve ecologically sustainable communities.

As a Wilderness Committee member and supporter, you are an important part of saving vital wilderness areas.  Please encourage your friends to sign up for our Action Alerts and/or help by volunteering.

If you would like to support the Wilderness Committee with a donation you can call us at (604) 683 8220.

The Athabasca Delta by Garth Lenz

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Do petitions really WORK?

… yup, they are!  Here’s a letter i recently received from Change.org…

Dear Sarah,

Best. Week. Ever. Here’s what happened in the last seven days, because Change.org members took action:

1) Sled dogs, saved! After a hundred sled dogs were brutally massacred in British Columbia, Lost actor Ian Somerhalder created a campaign on Change.org to get the province to change its policies governing the treatment of animals. More than 67,000 people signed, and British Columbia just adopted the strongest anti-cruelty laws in all of Canada! 

2) Grand Canyon, preserved! With a uranium-mining ban about to expire in the area surrounding the famous U.S. landmark, Arizona resident Suzanne Sparling led the charge to extend it. She collected 50,000 public comments from Change.org members, and last Monday, Interior Secretary Ken Salazar announced his support for another 20-year ban on the dangerous practice. 

3) Ai Weiwei released! A petition started by more than 20 directors of the world’s most famous art museums turned into an international movement. 140,000 of us joined the campaign, and on Wednesday the Chinese dissident artist was freed. Weiwei’s manager says Change.org members were “amazing” and personally thanked you for the support that helped to lead to his release. 

4) Women in Saudi Arabia are driving! Saudi women activists won 3 campaigns on Change.org this week: With your help, they got charges dropped against Manal al-Sharif, who was arrested for driving a car in a country where it’s illegal for women to do so. After two more petitions targeting Hillary Clinton and Europe’s top ambassador Catharine Ashton, both spoke out forcefully in favor of giving women the right to drive (and Hillary says she only took a public stand because of this campaign!). 

5) And the Minnesota Twins make 5. To cap it all off, CBS reported on Tuesday that the Minnesota Twins will be the 5th pro baseball team to make an “It Gets Better” video to help prevent suicide by teens who are bullied for being gay. Every team that’s made a video (Twins, Red Sox, Cubs, Mariners, and Giants) has done so after a local Change.org member started a petition asking them to. As these victories add up, the cumulative effect is eroding the culture of homophobia in men’s pro sports.

We accomplished all this together, but every single campaign began when one person created a petition on Change.org.

Click here to start your own petition now.

- Patrick and the Change.org team

P.S. Here’s another amazing fact: These are just 5 of the more than 200 campaigns that Change.org members have won in 2011. If there’s something you want to change about a policy in your town, a practice by a business, or anything you care about, click here to start your own petition. 

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CdN. CHaRTeR of RiGhTs… {an excerpt}

(ASSERT YouR RiGHTs!)

  

YOUR RIGHTS as a CDN. – some key exceRpTs:

 

Section 2 of the CANADIAN CHARTER OF RIGHTS AND FREEDOMS, our Constitution reads as follows:
2. Everyone has the following fundamental freedoms
(a) Freedom of conscience and religion;
(b) Freedom of thought, belief, opinion and expression, including freedom of the press and other media of communication;
(c) Freedom of peaceful assembly; and
(d) Freedom of association
 
Section 24 (1) of the CANADIAN CHARTER OF RIGHTS AND FREEDOMS, reads as follows:
24. (1) Anyone whose rights or freedoms, as guaranteed by this charter, have been infringed or denied may apply to a court of competent jurisdiction to obtain such remedy, as the court considers appropriate and just in the circumstances.

 

Asserting Your Rights:  Traffic stops:
1. You only are required to give documentation for the vehicle and your driver’s license – nothing else.
2. You are not required to give any other information or answer any questions without consulting your lawyer.
3. Your vehicle cannot be searched without probable cause and you do not have to consent to any type of search.
4. If you have been arrested or detained you do not have to consent to any impoundment of your property and have the right to secure your property.
5. If you have not been told you are being detained and given a reason for this you have the right to leave.
 

Being Stopped on the Street by Police
If you are stopped by police outside your home or your car and you are not doing anything contrary to law, you are under No legal obligation to:
1. answer anyquestions as to your name and address, or
2. justify why you are where you are, or
3. produce identification or prove means of supporting yourself, or
4. go with police for further investigation or questioning UNLESS you are placed under arrest.


See Section 7 of the Charter of Rights, s 7: “Everyone has the right to life, liberty, and security of the person…”

CRIMINAL LAW – OBSTRUCT POLICE.
CRIMINAL PROCEDURE – IDENTITY – Duty to identify self.
R. v. Legault (1998) B.C.J. No. 1309, ADGN/98-970
British Columbia Supreme Court, Lamperson J. May 25, 1998
Absent some provision to the contrary, a person must only identify himself or herself to a police officer, if that police officer is in a position to arrest that person or issue some form of summons to him/her. Otherwise there is no general duty to identify oneself to a police officer. Charge of obstuction reversed

  

(Tks 2 Sask.Chaps!)

 
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SO i moved it…

(so far, so sucky…)

Kay yeh, i finally got up the nerve to transfer my ‘MSN Space’ here.  But it’s a bit-of-a BEEYOTCH to set up, & even after 4 hrs o THAT there’s LoTs about it that bites – eg:

-my Silverlight articles didn’t transfer, so here are a coupla those links:

http://cid-7c8d22ccaf6d163f.office.live.com/view.aspx/Those%20poor%20doggies%5E.%5E.docx?client=wnf (=Posts re. those poor sled-dogs),

http://cid-7c8d22ccaf6d163f.office.live.com/view.aspx/STOP%20the%20SLAUGHTER%5EJ%20GAiL%20SHEA%20-or%20it%5E4ll%20end%20withOUT%20U.docx?client=wnf (=STOP THE SEAL ‘HUNT’),

http://cid-7c8d22ccaf6d163f.office.live.com/view.aspx/Public/Climate%20Change%20-%20a%20few%20facts.docx?client=wnf (=Climate-change)

-try changing fonts/font colours/sizes etc. when in ‘edit’ mode:  it just clicks you out & doesn’t even work

-if i try & make this list, for example, bulleted:  it bullets the whole damn page (yay) – so forget it

[whatever.. suffice to say, change for change's sake SUUUUUCKS!]

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AT. WHAT. POINT?

Most of us get those days/weeks (months?) when suddenly life sucks, nothing goes your way & noone seems to give a shit. That’s when i wish i had a friend like ME…
Cuz – at the risk of sounding like a conceited twat - whatever heinous flaws afflict me, as an ‘UnLoadee’ i rock. Being that repeat-visit ‘Go-To Girl’ over the years, i know bad times don’t just happen to me.  But having been in similar boats (like now), i’m cLued in on what would cheer me up.  And i’ve been happy to dish that out – A LOT…
It doesn’t take any special skills, mostly just empathy – & wanting to give out some lovin good vibes & REASSURANCE that the Hurtin’ One DON’T SUCK… i.e. positive reinforcement, to help ‘em move OuTa the MiRe & iNTo the LighT!  It also helps if i:
   a) side with the Unloader rather than play ‘devil’s advocate’,
   b) condemn anyone who contributed to their Bad Time,
   c) point out how and/or why they don’t deserve that shit,
   d) am the only shmuck gullible enough to hear ‘em out without hangin’ up?
   e) am just as hurtin??  HA~!
~YEH, i’ve put some effort & emotion into others’ Tryin’ Times – not for anything in return, just cuz i cared enough to wanna CHEER ‘EM UP… STiLL~ i woulda thought my altriusm @ the time MIGHT be NoTed, so that when i’M feelin’ BEAT & need a BOOST – i can count on gettin’ a lil bit o’ that BACK…
NO?
Having recovered from last night’s phonecall, i have a couple more tips on Givin’ Good Ear:
   1. If my Hurtin Times involve being misjudged or misunderstood, TRY not to express TOO much unnecessary confusion re. details/ motives/ whatever (what’s more important:  getting my story straight or lifting my spirits?  Are you a cop – or my friend?)
   2. So you took the time to quiz me on each tiny detail of my story – & i had the patience (/self-control) to re-hash ‘em, RepeaTs & aLL – after which, the only thing you could come up with was a distant ”You’re very ANGRy” using a (whack) (unrelated) example?  Couldn’t you have mustered up ANYTHING more inspiring? (& why keep RePEATing it, espECIALLY after i told you – truthfully – that i wasN’T ANGRY 4 FuKSAKes?  To ANGeR me??)  May i politely enquire, to what sort of sisterhood do you subscribe, since it ain’t the likes o’ mine – as i was, understandably, led to believe?
   3. IF your confusion stems not from caring but from lack of – i.e. you were bored/tired & tuned out – even chancing a benign “Oh no way that sucks!” or “What an asshole!!” would be better than grilling me with endless queries revealing not only that you weren’t listening but that you don’t care if it’s obvious.  Which is, i hate to say it, classic Passive Aggression – said to be a hallmark of (uhhuh: deal) ANGER!
  (How YOU feelin now?!)
   4.  Blind-siding me with “You’ve NEVER had good relationships with people, have you?” (after telling me you hadn’t ONE girlfriend) was hardly the helping-hand for which i’d freshly hoped - more like the final straw to choke by!? (besides being GRoSSLy UNTRUE – tho maybe less so now haha)… Kay, maybe your MEANNess in that moment (almost) makes me laugh today, since you’re preggers & laying off the drinkies (like fishies) – YAY!  Plus i can’t imagine getting away with making you RE-TELL that whole TuRGid TaLe with those same insipid questions (yeh, i answered each & every one like the angel-i-mean-sucker that i am…)  But @ ThaT point, i GoT angry – @ mySELF, for telling you stuff, like you asked, like you wanted, only to get BURNED… 
   5.  NeXT TiMe (cRossing my fingeRs, hoping not to die) i’LL think TwiCe..
 
 
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My poor kitty’s nightmare (& mine, until eternity)

[from email to my sister, evening of July 28th:  worst day ever,  the day my DoonDoon died ~ in a manner most undignified...]
 
Forgive me for unloading this most awful pain in my heart, to which only i can answer in the end…
 

For today turned out to be a worse nightmare than even i thought possible – because i wound up caving against what my instinct had been fighting for all along, against everyone’s advice, cuz i knew what was of the utmost importance - i.e. that my Gats would NOT experience any terror or pain, & would be comforted the whole way through, cuz his Sassy was there for him as always - as he deserved…

I had the sweetest lil heart-to-heart with my quiet, shallow-breathing but calm & trusting baby this a.m. on my bed, with him resting his weary little body against mine & his head relaxing heavily into my hand, as I told him what an incredible kitty he was & a brave boy going through this massive struggle with such stoic sweetness, & how proud i was of him — & how it was o.k. to give in & let go now, that he didn’t need to fight for each breath, or get up (as he would, every time) after peeing on the bathroom floor –where he’d taken up camp to stay cool– then come up like a saint & faintly meeow, asking me to make it bearable again as he was sorry but he’d had another accident… I’d make a fuss of him, soothing him with warm wet towels & kisses before going to clean up the tiny yellow puddle, & he’d be right behind me as soon as i was done to say thank you Sassy, that’s exactly what i wanted…

Yes, he was diminishing – but never in my eyes, only physically from illness (a lump was detected in one lung, fluid in the other) – down to the barest of breaths, occasionally struggling to unblock his airways & asking for help; i’d rush to his aid, using inhalers & straws, which he’d lean toward as if to tell me he trusted me to make him better… Of course i was there for him, doing what i could to rise to the challenge:  he looked to me for help cuz i was his friend, his mommy, his protector.  How could he not be my number one priority?

[I felt no doubts about doing what was best for Gatto & fulfilling my promise that i'd never forsake him...]
 
I’d learned to expect no support from those around me, who –inexplicably– accused me of ”dragging it out”, “making him suffer”, “cruelty to animals” ETC. for not rushing to the vet’s to have him “euthanized” – tho i tried to point out what my instincts knew, that Gatto wasn’t scared or suffering as long as he was home with me… Why didn’t anyone trust that i KNEW what Gatso needed, that i OWED my lil feline friend the reassurance that was keeping him calm & happy despite his body’s decline?
 

[i could NOT allow him to suffer any fear or sudden  trauma in his last few moments of life.  I'd thought about this long & hard, so that all the fucked-up protests ringing round me claiming 'what was best' could not be addressed; i KNEW WHAT WAS BEST:  to be my little darling's most careful, kindest nurse; helping him thru each waking minute & easing his struggles so there was no suffering.  What did they know, when they didn't even look at him, didn't see him, weren't around him 24/7 like i was?  How could THEY know better?]

When these protests got too aggressive to ignore, cuz they were threatening to invade my baby’s healing process, i was forced to consider the accepted final ‘solution’ (ironic?  no) – which i’d read about enough to know it WASN’T the Great Panacea or even ’peaceful ending’ people claimed… But I researched, with the aim to compromise, & eventually discovered it COULD be done compassionately without fear or suffering – AT HOME, with an inhalant sedative administered before any injection took place.  I phoned the vet & outlined my specifics; he said it could be done, but only at his office.  And it cost more.  My instincts told me ‘no’.

But when i ran it by my ‘peops’, (surprise surprise) they pressed for me to go ahead.  That they didn’t question the need to take Gats ‘THERE’ shoulda been a big red flag.  But, steeling myself (& praying i wasn’t upsetting the delicate balance Janos & i had created together, despite opposition) i reluctantly booked the appointment…

* * * *

And so this a.m., after Ringo sweetly left us alone for our darling heart-to-heart i told you of before, i slowly got him ready, taking time wiping his dear little face (which he was letting me do now, quite happily), telling him we were going to ”Dr. Feelgood”‘s so he could be relieved of his great struggles, & that there was nothing to fear, his mommy would be there with him to help him thru it all.  The sweetsiegot up & willingly tottered into his carrier one last time…

Suppressing the lump in my throat, to stay calm for my bravest black angel, took massive effort.  Recalling that day now, & all of its heartbreaking meaning when i told my Chanos he made life worth living & made me happy –& sharing that with Ringo, who loved Gatto so much too– how can i not see thru this daze of tears the sweetness softening the sting, the possibility that happiness can ever be experienced again?

We drove our dear sweet calm Gats to the vet’s, all the way reassuring that everything would be allright & soon no pain…
 
That’s when we got the first of the day’s nasty surprises, when told that all was not as described before & an initial injection for sedation would be required.  I couldn’t hide my disappointment, verging on despair, repeating my concerns as my instinct’s many doubts remained & i debated whether we should even proceed…
 
As i hesitated, trying to soothe my poor scared Janos, I was hammered with arguments that it would be for the best, that his “quality of life” was the issue, & that it would be done as I wished, & with me present.  I barely had the strength to silence claims it must be done, & “quickly”.
 
i could claim i was totally swayed, but the truth was if i’d stayed true to my instincts, as i had all along up til then, i would have spared him (& me, & Ringo) the stricken terror of what was supposed to be the inital “pre”, “calming” sedative shot.  Up until that point, my Janos had been so obliging, calm & quiet…
 

As soon as the sedative was unceremoniously administered (into his hip), all hell broke loose.  We couldn’t hide our horror at his terrified struggle & ensuing heinous choking & gurgling in panicked death-decline – his frantic failure to fight its heavy, severe onslaught… Helpless & hysterical, i couldn’t bear the scene transpiring before our very eyes:   the embodiment of all my stated (& up-til-then dismissed) fears of this most torturous WORST-CASE SCENARIO –i.e. what i’d tried to take pains to avoid– that made a mockery of our efforts to soothe…

Suppressing tears to tell his fading, fightng form it was OK felt so hopeless, meaningless – & then, in 2 final sickening seizures, beyond registration.  My darling DoonDoon’s last few moments turned into excruciating suffering:  all his serene & so-sweet acceptance of his state, eased by his mommy’s tiptoed efforts at every turn, had suddenly transformed into a betrayal of twisted facts before our destroyed mentalities… & all my hiccoughing, pitiful sobs could never reverse the damage done, or stop my heart from shattering to smithereens..
CRIES!!
 
When the vet confirmed his state of sedation (eyes staring in frozen fright, jaw slowly opening & closing helplessly like a fish after his last flop, froth hissing forth in total unrecognizability) we could only stand there, speechless & immobilized, & stare ahead in disbelief –  utterly defeated.
 
At which point his forearm was shaven, with piles of his fur forming tiny little intact ‘rugs’ all over, then into my disrespected little darling’s arm went the final needle, drawn-out as in slow-mo…  As my dying DoonDoon let out his last breaths, his sweet face contorted & froze into a hardened rigid stare, already almost devoid of all his Torr’dor traits but immortalizing his moments of terror…
 
Then thru my tears i took in the final insult as the stethoscope was held against Gatto’s now-still body for what seemed hours, until the vet confirmed to us the moment he could verify with satisfaction:  that all life was indeed snuffed –”his heart has stopped”– as if it were anything but the direst pronouncement of doom driving a stake into my darkened heart.  Too late to take back this traitorous twist of trust, all traces of Main Mama’s tenaciousness in staying true to her Janos –to his most precious dignity & feelings, in his last dying decline–  now trampled to dust… 
 
* * * *
 
When i broke the sombre silence of the ride home –our lifeless pussycat in tow– with an old familiar “HOW undignified!”, its defiled innocence broke down all defenses & i burst into the most uncontrollable, unconsolable sobs of grief…
 
OH MY SWEETEST CHANOS!!
HOW CAN I HAVE ALLOWED IT SO??
 
{DID HE NOT deserve the utmost dignity, in death as in life, that depended on MY every decision right up til the end?  & did i not SEE the extent of my distress if those demands weren’t met, that foresight told me would be mine alone??}  All is terrible as it is true…
 
 
So as we prepare to lay my Gatto’s little lifeless body in the ground, such thoughts keep plunging me into the terror of ’if only’s & ‘too late’s – & more torrents of tormented tears for my brave & trusting Toreador…
 
IF ONLY i had stuck to my guns & obeyed my instincts, which told me DoonDoon was most comfortable @ home where he was loved:  as long as his Sassy was there with him he was content.  How could i have been convinced the ‘right thing 2 do’ was jolt my sick baby out of his comfort zone, surrounded by bright lights & scary strangers, & jabbed with needles which –as i’d predicted– put my poor angel into a terrified panic instead of ‘ending the suffering’ as everyone had said?  All is done to simply speed up death… Isn’t that just – wrong? 
 
 
[Down the line, my boyfriend admitted he'd been wrong to interfere & ought to have entrusted DoonDoon to his bestest friend & most devoted ally:  his mama.  Natch.  (Should there have been any doubt?)  Course, i forgave him & thanked him for being there for me in the aftermath of doom.  Cuz he'd endured it with me, & comforted me thru my ensuing daily tragic outbursts of sobbing grief.  And cuz i luvs him too.]
 
… I doubt i’ll ever forgive myself for betraying my kitty’s trust & subjecting his last living moments to that hell.  But i will cherish all the love & sweetness he brought into my life – forever.  I hope whoever reads this will feel what i went thru, & think twice before they forgo their conscience/instinct in favour of following what others say is ’right’.  MY conscience tells me all animals deserve to live their lives in full —not to be used by humans for any purpose– & without us deciding for them when to die.
 
MY feelings, condemned as being ‘ridiculous’ from the start, stood out as beacons of truth in DoonDoon’s darkest hour.  My fragile, darling baby boy had sweetly trusted me to take good care of him until the end, & i’d vowed to live up to that precious calling COME WHAT MAY.  Trying to pacify me that i ‘did what was best’ etc. had the opposite effect; only those who understood my rage against the ’euthanasia ‘machine’ (& against myself, for rejecting what i knew was right & caving in to popular demand) were worthy of regard.
 
Good night, dearest blackest angel of my heart…
 
 
 
 
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STUPidiTy: Y.T. CoMMeNTeRs…

Cover of "Amerika Pt.1"
Cover of Amerika Pt.1

 (a CHOiCE SAMPLiNG of YouTube’s CoMMeNTeRs)

  ~CuZ TheRe’s NoTHiNG quiTe Like Those YT ReTaRds for aLL-ouT VENoM…

 

…& if you’re feeling abusive, or just need to unload some poison before your head explodes (but your relationship’s already hanging by a nerve-end), YOU TOO can join in the party – oR beTTeR yeT, bypass it altogether… Kay, call me!

 

 

Rammstein – Amerika Download This Song: iTunes

 

 

Top Comments

 

Who’s better Germany or America?  I don’t know, but I do know something that’s better than both.  Rammstein.  So everyone shut the fuck up and enjoy the music!!

 

That is why every one else is following our trend mimicking our culture… thanks to us this video you are watching and the comments you make here were possible… you are welcome… we win!

 

 

America sucks shit outa dead cow carcasses and thinks brown stains all over its ugly white mug looks smart

 

 

  • EmptyWalls100

@shaolinfingajab The reason the Russians were pushing back the Germans since then was because the other allies were in France and pushing closer to Germany. Russia was better equipped for the winter and the spring season made Germany’s land vehicles nearly useless.

 

 

i like america, but this is hilarious xD 

 

 

without german aggression would the american military industrial complex truly exist? just a thought.

 

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·  bobbinoblekind7

 

hey douches @duce911 and @slackhappyable those r people who dont like the song , but if u hate america so much why are u drinking u.s.-made pop and stuffing yor faces with potato chips made in america instead of your moms homemade goat stew , i bet u still live with her an she gives u allowance to stay fat n useless all day long, dickheads

 

 

·  slackhappyable

 

401 people dont like america 

 

 

zachhawkins1

 

I thoght this was a love song

 

 

·  zashiratori

 

Well Armstrong said 1 small step for MAN, 1 giant step for MANKIND, not USA, and Rammstein’s just talking about how everything is what it is… cause it is! In my own opinion, the human race has what it takes TOGETHER, to make everything better, as man’s shown before, we can invent, work, and even uprise together better as a whole! So stop the patriotism from WW2, n get with the program of how all our countries can just move on together. Germans laugh, Americans laugh, we know it, n we move on….  

 

 

·  abdiassejas

 

shit i like this mada fucka song ….. these guys are rock !!!!!!!!!!!!! americaa!!!! we are alll living in america cocacola shitt bulshit 

 

 

·  MrRavewolf

 

it makes me laugh when the idiots in the comment discuss war, and what country did what for who etc………SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LISTEN TO THE SONG YOU SAD PATHETIC FISHY CUNTS! WW11 ENDED OVER 60 YEARS AGO, NOT A SINGLE ONE OF YOU CAN SAY JACK SHIT ABOUT IT, BECAUSE NONE OF YOU WERE ACTUALLY PART OF IT OR EVEN BORN THEN, JEEEEESUS FUKKKING H. CHRIST. THE CARVING KNIFE IS IN THE THIRD CUPBOARD, FEEL FREE TO STAB IT INTO YOUR CHEST WHILE SHOUTING “IM A RETARED, IM A RETARD AND I TALK SHIT” 

 

 

·  PHT066

 

@pjkenzie lol, you are the kind of arrogant, self centered asshole that makes people hate americans. keep living in your fantasy world where you think that everyone wants to be like you