dimecres, 11 de novembre de 2015

I've never noticed that being nonsensical keeps things from happening. Don't you ever read about politics? It was totally unrealistic to think that because there had been wildly unlikely coincidences in the immediate past, that there would be more wildly unlikely ones turning up in orderly succession. Yet...A MAIOR TRAGÉDIA PARA UM POLÍTICO É A DE NÃO SER ELEITO. O POVO QUE SE LIXE the leader weave a web of enchantment over the whole nation by his own psi energies controlling the psi energies of others? I would welcome your assurance that it could not be.The Leader's rise to power. This much I will concede: The Leader could enslave—englamour—enchant anyone who met him personally. He did. To a lesser degree, this irresistible persuasiveness is a characteristic of many successful swindlers. But he could not have englamoured the whole nation. He did not meet enough persons personally to make his regime possible, unless he could cause other persons to apply their own magnetism to further his ambitions, and they others and others and so on—like an endless series of magnets magnetized originally from one. This is not possible. I restrict myself to normal, plausible hypotheses—of which so far I have no faintest trace. You agree with me, do you not—that it was impossible for The Leader to win When The Leader took power, I received orders that I would not accept. I submitted my resignation. Then I received orders to come to The Leader. I obeyed these orders because my resignation was not yet accepted. I was received in his office. I entered it with respect and defiance—respect because he was admitted to be the ruler of our nation; defiance because I would not obey such orders as had been sent me in his name. "The Leader spoke to me, kindly, and as he spoke all my views changed. It suddenly seemed that I had been absurd to refuse the orders sent me. They seemed right and reasonable and even more lenient than would have been justified.... I left The Leader in a state in which I could not possibly fail to do anything he wished. From that moment I obeyed his orders. I was promoted. Eventually, as you know, I was in command of the Neusatz prison camp. And you know what orders I carried out there!" I wept, Herr Professor, because the Herr Grieg's eyes were terrible to look at. He was a gentle and kindly man, Herr Professor! I was his nurse, and he was a good patient and a good man in every way. I had heard of the things that were done at Neusatz, but I could not believe that my patient had commanded them. Now, in his eyes I saw that he remembered them and that the memory was intolerable. He said very bitterly: "Tell the Herr Professor that I can tell him nothing more. I have no other memories that would be of service to him. I have resolved, anyhow, to get rid even of these. I have kept them too long. Say to him that his letter has decided me." I did not understand what he meant, Herr Professor. I helped him prepare for the night, and when he seemed to be resting quietly I retired, myself. I was wakened by a very loud noise. I went to see what was the matter. The Herr Former Police Inspector Grieg had managed to get out of his bed and across the room to a bureau. He opened a drawer and took out a revolver. He made his way back to his bed. He blew out his brains. I called the police, and after investigation they instructed me to carry out his request, which I do. Herr Professor, I do not myself remember the times of The Leader, but they must have been very terrible. If the Herr Former Police Inspector Grieg was actually in command of the Neusatz prison camp, and did actually order the things done there,—I cannot understand it, Herr Professor! Because he was a good and kindly man! If you write of him, I beg that you will mention that he was a most amiable man. The Leader's rise to power, the extraordinary popularity of his regime, the impassioned loyalty he was able to evoke, and the astounding final developments. If you can communicate to me any memories of The Leader which may aid in understanding this most bewildering period of our history, I assure you that it will be appreciated by myself, by the authorities who wish the investigation made, and I dare to hope by posterity. THE LEADER By MURRAY LEINSTER The trouble with being a Superman, with Super powers, and knowing it, is it's so easy to overlook the unpleasant possibility of a super-superman! Illustrated by van Dongen ... The career of The Leader remains one of the mysteries of history. This man, illegitimate and uneducated, hysterical and superstitious, gathered about him a crowded following of those who had been discontented, but whom he turned into fanatics. Apparently by pure force of personality he seized without resistance the government of one of the world's great nations. So much is unlikely enough. But as the ruler of a civilized country he imposed upon its people the absolute despotism of a primitive sultanate. He honeycombed its society with spies. He imprisoned, tortured, and executed without trial or check. And while all this went on he received the most impassioned loyalty of his subjects! Morality was abandoned at his command with as much alacrity as common sense. He himself was subject to the grossest superstitions. He listened to astrologers and fortunetellers—and executed them when they foretold disaster. But it is not enough to be amazed at the man himself. The great mystery is that people of the Twentieth Century, trained in science and technically advanced, should join in this orgy of what seems mere madness ... Concise History of Europe. Blaisdell. I have written to generals, ministers, and all kinds of persons who held high office under The Leader. Each and every one refuses to discuss The Leader or his own experiences under him. Why? Surely no one would blame them now! We have had to agree to pretend that no one did anything improper under The Leader, or else that what anyone did was proper at the time. So why should the nabobs of that incredible period refuse to discuss what they should know better than anyone else? I am almost reduced to asking the aid of the astrologers and soothsayers The Leader listened to. Actually, I must make a note to do so in sober earnest. At least they had their own viewpoint of events. Speaking of viewpoints, I have had some hope of clarifying The Leader's career by comparing it with that of Prime Minister Winston, in power in his country when The Leader ruled ours. His career is splendidly documented. There is astonishingly little documentation about The Leader as a person, however. That is one of the difficulties of my task. Even worse, those who should know him best lock their lips while those— Here is an unsolicited letter from the janitor of a building in which a former Minister of Education now has his law offices. I have many letters equally preposterous.... Enclosure in letter to Dr. Karl Thurn, University of Laibach. Herr Professor: I am the janitor of the building in which Herr Former Minister of Education Werfen has his offices. In cleaning there I saw a letter crumpled into a ball and thrown into a corner. I learned in the time of The Leader that angry actions often mean evil intentions, so I read the letter to see if the police should be notified. It was a letter from you in which you asked Herr Former Minister of Education Werfen for his memories of The Leader. I remember The Leader, Herr Professor. He was the most holy man who ever lived, if indeed he was only a man. Once I passed the open door of an office in the building I then worked in. I looked in the door—it was the office of the then-struggling Party The Leader had founded—and I saw The Leader sitting in a chair, thinking. There was golden light about his head, Herr Professor. I have told this to other people and they do not believe me. There were shadowy other beings in the room. I saw, very faintly, great white wings. But the other beings were still because The Leader was thinking and did not wish to be disturbed. I assure you that this is true, Herr Professor. The Leader was the holiest of men—if he was only a man.

I have first to thank you for your warm welcome and to express my gratitude for your attention while I was your guest. Since my return I have written many inquiries about Schweeringen's father. There are so far no replies, but I have some hope that people who will not tell of their own experiences may tell about someone else—especially someone now dead. This may be a useful device to get at least some information from people who so far have refused any. Naturally I will pass on to you anything I learn.
I try to work again upon the task assigned me—to investigate the rise and power of The Leader. I find it hard to concentrate. My mind goes back to your laboratory. I am deeply shaken by my experience there. I had thought nothing could be more bewildering than my own work. Consider: Today I received a letter in which a man tells me amazedly of the life he led in a slave-labor camp during the time of The Leader's rule. He describes the attempt of another prisoner to organize a revolt of the prisoners. While he spoke of the brutality of the guards and the intolerably hard labor and the deliberately insufficient food, they cheered him. But when he accused The Leader of having ordered these things—the prisoners fell upon him with cries of fury. They killed him. I had this information verified. It was true.
I cannot hope for a sane explanation of such things. But a sane explanation for my experience seems even less probable. I am impressed by your rat who levitates crumbs of cheese. But I am appalled; I am horrified; I am stupefied by what I did! You asked me to wait for you in a certain laboratory beyond a door. I entered. I saw a small, fat, mangy she-dog in a dog-run. She looked at me and wagged her tail. I thereupon went to the other end of the laboratory, opened a box, and took out a handful of strange objects you later told me are sweetmeats to a dog. I gave them to the animal.
Why did I do it? How was it that I went directly to a box of which I knew nothing, opened it as a matter of course, and took out objects I did not even recognize, to give them to that unpleasant small beast? How did I know where to go? Why did I go? Why should I give those then-meaningless objects to the dog? It is as if I were enchanted!
You say that it is a psi phenomenon. The rat causes small objects to move. The dog, you say, causes persons to give it canine candy. I revolt against the conclusion, which I cannot reason away. If you are right, we are at the mercy of our domestic animals! Dog-lovers are not people who love dogs, but people who are enslaved by dogs. Cat-lovers are merely people who have been seized upon by cats to support and pet and cater to them. This is intolerable! I shall fear all pets from now on! I throw myself back into my own work to avoid thinking of it. I—

Later. I did not mail this letter because an appalling idea occurred to me. This could bear upon my investigation! Do you think The Leader—No! It could not be! It would be madness....

Extract from a letter from Dr. Karl Thurn to Professor Albrecht Aigen.
... I deplore your reaction. It has the emotional quality of a reaction to witchcraft or magic, but psi is not witchcraft. It is a natural force. No natural force is either nonexistent or irresistible. No natural force is invariably effective. Psi is not irresistible under all circumstances. It is not always effective. My rat cannot levitate cheese-crumbs weighing more than 1.7 grams. My she-dog could not make you give her dog-candy once you were on guard. When you went again into the laboratory she looked at you and wagged her tail as before. You say that you thought of the box and of opening it, but you did not. It was not even an effort of will to refrain.
A lesser will or a lower grade of personality cannot overwhelm a greater one. Not ever! Lesser beings can only urge. The astrologers used to say that the stars incline, but they do not compel. The same can be said of psi—or of magnetism or gravitation or what you will. Schweeringen could not make the computer err when it had to err too egregiously. A greater psi ability was needed than he had. A greater psi power than was available would have been needed to make you give the dog candy, once you were warned.
I do not apply these statements to your so-called appalling idea. I carefully refrain from doing so. It is your research, not mine....

Extract from letter to Professor Albrecht Aigen from the Herr Friedrich Holm, supervisor of electrical maintenance, municipal electrical service, Untersberg.
Herr Professor:
You have written to ask if I knew a certain Herr Schweeringen, attached to The Leader's personal staff during his regime. I did know such a person. I was then in charge of electrical maintenance in The Leader's various residences. Herr Schweeringen was officially one of The Leader's secretaries, but his actual task was to make predictions for The Leader, like a soothsayer or a medium. He had a very remarkable gift. There were times when it was especially needful that there be no electrical failures—when The Leader was to be in residence, for example. On such occasions it was my custom to ask Herr Schweeringen if there was apt to be any failure of apparatus under my care. At least three times he told me yes. In one case it was an elevator, in another refrigeration, in a third a fuse would blow during a State dinner.
I overhauled the elevator, but it failed nevertheless. I replaced the refrigeration motor, and the new motor failed. In the third case I changed the fuse to a new and tested one, and then placed a new, fused line around the fuse Herr Schweeringen had said would blow, and placed a workman beside it. When the fuse did blow as predicted, my workman instantly closed the extra-line switch, so that the lights of the State dinner barely flickered. But I shudder when I think of the result if Herr Schweeringen had not warned me.
He was executed a few days before the period of confusion began, which ended as everyone knows. I do not know the reason for his execution. It was said, however, that The Leader executed him personally. This, Herr Professor, is all that I know of the matter.

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  1. He'd turned aside from the direct line to the wreck. Something black, the size of a fair-sized dog, faced him belligerently. Multiple lensed eyes, five inches across, seemed to regard him in a peculiarly daunting fashion

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    1. Kemmal Sheminaal Bridgepool ele não cede ,,,,careca amigo ....dá o postigo do viegas ,,,,não sejas pires....não sejas piegas ...não. não te vires meu seca-adegas....somos colegas .....do gamanço ...não sejas tanso....tu marchas à ganso ....dou-te um avanço ,,,,nas letras pretas ....cousos pernetas ......velhas patetas...sem direcção ....sem fito ou metas,,,,dão-te a ração .....enchem gavetas ...com atenção...sem tentação...ó cidadão --das más punhetas .... Gosto · Responder · 5 min Kemmal Sheminaal Bridgepool Kemmal Sheminaal Bridgepool ó conceição tem atenção às cousas pretas tem tentação no curação das tuas petas Gosto · Responder · 4 min Kemmal Sheminaal Bridgepool Escreve uma resposta... Walter Figueiredo Dos Santos Walter Figueiredo Dos Santos A táctica da terra queimada??? Gosto · Responder · 4 · 6 h 1 resposta Ricardo Rocha Ricardo Rocha Fez muito bem em aprovar, pois agora o consórcio vai ter que ser indemnizado pelo Estado ou seja pelos contribuintes.... Gosto · Responder · 1 · 6 h Ana Margarida Carvalho Ana Margarida Carvalho Muito bem ...aplaudo os sindicatos perderam um tacho o das greves agora Arménio Carlos só tem a carris. .. Gosto · Responder · 2 · 6 h 6 respostas · 2 h Paulo Rodrigues Paulo Rodrigues Impressionante...Como conseguem ser tao isentos de escrúpulos e dignidade? Gosto · Responder · 3 · 6 h Paulo Rodrigues Paulo Rodrigues So discuto com quem e suficientemente inteligente, conhecedor e capaz de defender a sua opiniao sem ser ordinário...E a exemplar do sexo feminino que me aborda nao me merece qq consideraçao,dai nao responder. Agradeço contudo que retire o tu e nao me ofenda, porque eu nao a ofendi....ainda. Obrigado Gosto · Responder · 4 h Kemmal Sheminaal Bridgepool Kemmal Sheminaal Bridgepool ó filha se fosses suficiente inteligente não " andavas" no facefuck Gosto · Responder · 3 min Kemmal Sheminaal Bridgepool Kemmal Sheminaal Bridgepool é condição de atraso mental grave velha perneta bater punheta no facefuck nã digas treta Gosto · Responder · 2 min Kemmal Sheminaal Bridgepool Kemmal Sheminaal Bridgepool retiro o tu do teu cu? retiras tu? na digna idade? Gosto · Responder · 1 min Kemmal Sheminaal Bridgepool Kemmal Sheminaal Bridgepool ordinário marche não seja otário o fakefuck é salafrário Gosto · Responder · Agora mesmo Kemmal Sheminaal Bridgepool meta na TAP as setas pretas bates punhetas a cumissário12 de novembre de 2015 a les 14:19

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    2. Ó FILHA CLARO QUE REFLETES IGNORÂNCIA DA GRADA E TENS UM COMPLEXO MESSIÂNICO CUM MEGALOMANIA DA GROSSA MAS ISSO CURA-SE não há muito tempo, um cristão que decidiu terminar com a vida de cerca de 90 jovens numa certa ilha. Gosto · Responder · 13 min Martinho Lambert Pontefract Martinho Lambert Pontefract ERA UMA VEZ UM CRISTÃO COM TENDÊNCIAS NEONAZIS DE HERODES ANTIPAS QUE ATIROU EM 70 GAJOS QUE ERAM JOVENS E TAMBÉM MATOU UNS VELHADAS COM BOMBAS E TAL Gosto · Responder · 4 min Martinho Lambert Pontefract Martinho Lambert Pontefract E EXISTE O GAJO TÁ VIVO PÁ ---E O QUISLING OU O HITLER ERAM CRISTÃOS O ESTALINE ERA SEMINARISTA E O SALAZAR ALÉM DE SER SEMINARISTA GOSTAVA DE PADRES Gosto · Responder · 3 min Martinho Lambert Pontefract Martinho Lambert Pontefract HOJE HOUVE UM CRISTÃO QUE PARA NÃO PERDER AS ELEIÇÕES POR MUITOS MANDOU BOMBARDEAR UNS CENTOS DE SÍRIOS ...E MATOU PORRADÕES DE ESCRAVAS SEXUAIS QUE LEVAVAM COM ELE TODO O DIA E LABREGOS QUE FAZIAM AGRICULTURA E CRIAVAM GALINHAS E PUTOS E PUTAS QUE ERAM FILHOS DA MÃE E DO PAI TALVEZ... Gosto · Responder · Agora mesmo Martinho Lambert Pontefract Martinho Lambert Pontefract OU POR OUTRO PRISMA LIBERTOU CENTOS DE SÍRIOS DE UM DESTINO PIOR QUE A MORTE FOI COMO OS AMERICANOS QUANDO LIBERTARAM A PENÍNSULA DE CONTENTIN OU BOMBARDEARAM UNS MILHARES DE FRANCESES PARA MATAR 300 ALEMÃES EM CHERBURGO E NOUTROS SÍTIOS15 de novembre de 2015 a les 15:03

      ó filho os castelaños venceram-nas todas e os portugueses idem e os ingleses nas caraíbas nemum índio caraíba deixaram para amostra
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      Martinho Lambert Pontefract
      Martinho Lambert Pontefract em 1715 havia 2 milhões de hurons e de nez-percés que faziam a guerrilha contra ingleses e outros gajos sabes quantos guerrilheiros desses restama hoje pá
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      Martinho Lambert Pontefract
      Martinho Lambert Pontefract e já para não falar nos judeus que deram cabo dos filisteus e da sua guerrilha e quando começaram havia mais filisteus que judeus
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      Martinho Lambert Pontefract
      Martinho Lambert Pontefract o problema de fundo é falta de condições económicas e de empregos numa juventude relegada para as periferias urbanas sobrelotadas e mal-cheirosas
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      Martinho Lambert Pontefract
      Martinho Lambert Pontefract basta ver que a maior parte dos engenheiros e restantes explosivos humanos do ISIs ou do osiris não são milionários bem sucedidos como o pai do BIn laden nem herdeiros ricos pode haver uma Patty smith no meio deles ou um bad mein of no bader meinhoff mas geralmente as guerrilhas têm poucos che's e manos castro e muitos paisanos ...de nike e cordão de ouro ao pescoço

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  2. NÃO DEPENDE DO PAÍS E SIM DA ALIENAÇÃO INDUZIDA PELA SOCIEDADE OU PELO EMPREGO COMO SER GUARDA DE CAMPO DE CONCENTRAÇÃO OU DO CARANDIRU OU DE TANTOS OUTROS CAMPOS DE MORTE NESSES MUNDOS FORA

    Martinho Lambert Pontefract O FACTO RELEVANTE É O SENTIMENTO DE ALIENAÇÃO DO PADEIRO PERANTE A SOCIEDADE EM QUE VIVIA

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