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You see, you'll know when i'm too drunk because i'll start entertaining the idea of bringing my Israel concept back; i'm not there yet.
I'm sitting here just non-chalantly wearing a soviet-style SSH-40 military helmet, for what that's worth.
...with the rest of a Ukrainian Spetznaz Marine uniform (jacket, telnyashka, pants, hat, assault vest, and helmet cover matching camo other than the Telnayshka which is the standard blue and white stripe) in my closet.
Lol I just remembered this one helmet...I think it was Belgian, purchased by them post WWI, it was the standard American WWII helmet painted navy blue, that I bought a few years ago. At an indoor drumline practice one of the other base drummers got hit in the head by a flag from one of the color guard people so I brought the helmet in for the base drummer to wear as a joke then the color guard tech yelled at me because I guess the girl that had initially hit our base drummer in the head cried when she saw her wearing the helmet...
no regerts. (the misspelling was intentional)
I too like playing pretend.
F*ck off....
Oh my god you're a f*cking nerd.
I mean...you got some new news?
I offset it (kinda) with sh*t like this....
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s7BFdsASJLA
Let me be a boot for once.
I am also a nerd. Step up son.
tbh while I listen to Amon Amarth which could be considered as death metal, they're like nerd death metal because most of their music is based on Norse Mythology, and most people only know Norse Mythology from Marvel's perversion of it for their Thor character.
I also like Tyr, which is even more niche.
But still...raise your horn...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ndu33Uv7Aco
And just gonna throw this epicness out there...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Aw78NYAv05g
Ryongsong Residence
Pyongyang, DPRK
As he stood outside the door to one of the Ryongsong Residence’s primary conference rooms, Corporal Park Chi-Song’s gaze idly panned across the large reception hall that the door emptied in to. He had been stationed here for about a year now, in what was paradoxically one of the cushiest yet most dangerous jobs in the Korean People’s army. Having been here long enough however to see the last few months of Kim Jong-Un’s life in this place, and seeing it now with Kim Jong-Chul there was quite clearly change occurring. This large lobby in particular had once exuded opulence and wealth, from gold leaf accented décor to the art on the walls, yet in the few short months since Kim Jong-Chul had taken over the nation there was a clear change; much of this had disappeared in the night. Chi-Song could remember the first time the guards had to report a painting missing—they pulled straws to decide which unlucky soul would have to actually break the news, though they were all sure they would be thrown in prison over what seemed to be a theft. And yet when Chi-Song—who had pulled the short straw—approached the Supreme Leader, quivering with fear—to his shock Jong-Chul simply smiled, laying a light hand on the soldier’s shoulder as he calmly explained, ”I’m aware, but thank you. Calm yourself—things are changing.” The way he said it was cryptic, and though intended to assuage fears was in it of itself almost chilling, though as time passed since then and slowly but surely more items disappeared from the Residence’s walls, it became almost regular. However with the room now spartanly-appointed it gave Chi-Song—and the guards in general—less to distract themselves with, and thus he turned his focus to the muffled voices emanating through the door, where Kim Jong-Chul and his various secretaries were in yet another hours-long meeting…
“The path set by your father and brother must be held; give the people an inch and they will try to take a mile—that’s a principle even the outside world agrees with.” Choe Sung-Nam argued from the center of a long conference room table. As the People’s Secretary of State Security continued the debate he had been pushing for nearly 20 minutes now, Kim Jong-Chul sat slouched at the table’s head, his head lazily leaned to the side as he disinterestedly eyed the hardliner pleading his case. Choe had been one of the few of Jong-Un’s inner circle that Jong-Chul had chosen to keep—if for no other reason than he didn’t particularly want to play in active role in the operation of the Secretariat of State Security, but he was beginning to regret that decision as the elderly People’s Secretary rambled on and on in a way that sounded like Jong-Un himself.
Finally an edge began to sharpen on the disinterested gaze Jong-Chul was giving, and with a grimace and a faint crack he straightened his neck and watched Choe go on a moment longer before slowly rising from his seat—drawing the attention of all in the room save for the man on his soap box about 10 feet away, and he let Choe ramble a moment longer before finally cutting in with a loud, authoritiative, ”ENOUGH!” Jong-Chul had quickly learned the one positive of the hardline supporters of his father and brother were that they would defer to the Supreme Leader as if by instinct, and in an instant Choe silenced himself and fell to his seat like a sack of rocks. Reveling in the moment of silence Jong-Chul stared a withering stare at the Secretary of State Security as he reached up and pulled the collar of his dress shirt out from under the spartan khaki jumpsuit he was wearing—one of the few things he decided to take from his father’s practices. After giving the silence its moment he finally proceeded, his voice much lower than before but still carrying with it the same conviction as before as he continued, ”The South and their American puppeteers wait at the border with baited breath, looking for an excuse to sweep over us; My brother gave them many that we should be thankful they did not take. Our Russian comrades have been pushed away by the antics of Jong-Un, now content to wait in their frozen north if we come under attack. The path of my father and brother is unsustainable, and itself a corruption of that of my grandfather. The last 20 years have taught our nation that the way of General Kim Il-Sung is the only way for our people—not the perversions of the Juche ideology that my father and brother added on, and it’s the path I intend to lead us. Every defector that sprints across the DMZ to the south, every wayward comrade that ‘immigrates’ to the Soviet Union and from there to the Western World, fuels a narrative that our nation is backwards, faulty, or failed in some other manner. It gives the elitism of the South credence, and undermines not only the Juche ideology but Communism as a whole. Communism, and the Juche ideology, are about the people, and they are its heart. To say we shouldn’t give to the people in the people’s ideology is laughable, and does nothing but further the Western narrative that the ideology is a farce, a scam created by totalitarians. The West tries to paint the people’s leaders themselves as reactionaries, in order to coerce the people to fight against their saviors, and every time a man such as yourself says something along the lines of “Give the people an inch and they take a mile” you play right into our enemy’s hands.” Through his entire monologue Jong-Chul kept his gaze locked on that of the People’s Secretary of State Security, watching as the man appeared to almost try to melt into his seat, and only after he paused did he look around, first to the People’s Secretary of Defense—who hastily nodded his head in approval in an overly zealous manner—before panning across the scene of the rest of the men seated around the table.
Pleased to see no one else mounting a rebuttal, Jong-Chul waited to allow the silence to settle in a little more before breaking it as he continued, [i]”For that reason, we will be taking strides to reopen and resecure diplomatic channels with the Soviet Union, and we will be recommitting ourselves to our alliance with them. This will be done to show the Soviet Union that we are still a capable people who remain committed to the people’s revolution, as well as to show the West who I am as the Democratic People’s Republic of Korea’s new leader, and that neither I nor my nation are some fool to be laughed at and pushed around
North America and the Great Lakes, Arnstrom, Vechnaya rossiya, and Byelorutenija
I was absolutely unaware that the US ever employed gas chambers as a method of execution. The only redeeming part is that the media covering ever use of it seemed to have come to the consensus that it's use was savage and indicative of a backwards and ignorant society.
So I’m 6.5 hours into a 13.5 hour shift and honestly I hate past me for agreeing to this.
*laughs in doing this all the time without a say*
Why would you do that to yourself?
I do quite enjoy not having to worry about hours; I’m always a consistent 40...sometimes more
Good to know we're literally revising the words of Lady Liberty now in order to fit a political agenda.
North America and the Great Lakes and Byelorutenija
People got mad when I called them fascists. Guess what... they're fascists.
The government continues to f*ck me with this f*cking tax return and its starting to piss me off royally.
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