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midnightclimax posted:

cheerfullydrab posted:

Guys, could we please get the Totenkopf thread back on track?

rope kid posted:

Also lots of people creep on Ludwig II.

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The WYD [World Youth day] in Madrid is over. Even more than previous ones, this meeting was marked by a laxness in customs. Couples lying together on the ground in broad daylight, women wearing bikinis and men with bare chests could hardly induce the other participants to the practice of virtue, speaking euphemistically. Instead, such behavior makes a strong invitation to sin.

Above, a couple's legs are intertwined as they lay together in public; below first row, a provocative girl in a bikini top takes the initiative of kissing her shirtless friend, their bodies soaking wet after being sprayed by the water truck. Second row, protected from the sun by Spanish flags, a young women displays her body in slightly modified bikini apparel as she casually looks for a snack in her bag. Her neighbors wear similar outfits.

Third row, a couple heads for the papal vigil. She rolls up her blouse to show her belly and, instead of using the "pilgrim hat" to protect her head from the sun, she chooses to attach it to her waist to direct the attentions of passersby to her derriere. Her shirtless companion in a sagging pair of shorts shows part of his underwear.

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Fourth row, girls in bold bikini tops enter a kind of sensual ecstasy as the cold water touches their hot bodies: A strong occasion of sin for the young men present. Fifth row left, framed by five pairs of legs, a half-naked young man prepares for the ceremony, while at right his phlegmatic colleague in super mini-shorts observes the movement of the camp. Sixth row, a half-nude young man and his water-soaked friend enjoy the spray that makes her blouse transparent.

When almost everything invites to sensuality and almost nothing prevents things from reaching their last stages, it is not necessary to be too smart to conclude that those final consequences happened. The bold photos showed here allow us to say that the atmosphere of the WYD-2011 resembled that of an enormous orgy. Its principal difference is that this brothel-like atmosphere at the WYD is blessed by the religious authorities and endorsed by the presence of Benedict XVI.

Wikipedia posted:

The current population of the island of New Guinea is about 7.5 million. Many believe human habitation on the island dates to as early as 40,000 B.C., and first settlement possibly dated back to 60,000 years ago has been proposed. The island is presently populated by very nearly a thousand different tribal groups and a near-equivalent number of separate languages, which makes New Guinea the most linguistically diverse area in the world. Ethnologue's 14th edition lists 826 languages of Papua New Guinea and 257 languages of Irian Jaya, total 1073 languages, with 12 languages overlapping. They fall into one of two groups, the Papuan languages and the Austronesian languages.

Caroline Holland, born in 1849, posted:

One night [in 1861] atter we had all gone to bed I heered a noise at de window, an' when I look up dere wuz a man a climbin' in. He wuz a friend of the family. I could tell eben do I could scarce see him, I knowed he wuz a friend of the family. I could hear my mistis a breathin', an' de baby wuz soun' asleep too. I started to yell out but I thought dat de friend of the family would kill us so I jes' kep' quit. He come in de window, an' he see us a sleepin' dere, an' all of a sudden I knowed who it wuz. 'Jade,' I whispers, 'What you a doin' here?' He come to my bed and put his rough han' ober my mouf.
'Listen you black pickaninny, you tell em dat you saw me here an' I'll kill you,' he say, 'I th'ow yo' hide to de snakes in de swamp. Now shet up.'
Wid dat he went to de dresser an' taken mistis' money bag. Atter dat he went to de window an' climb down de ladder an' I didn't do nothin' but shake myself nearly to death fum fright. De nex' day de oberseer an' de pattyrollers went a searchin' th'ough de slave quarters an' dey foun' de money bag under Jade's cot. Dey tuk him an' whupped him for near fifteen minutes. We could hear him holla way up at de big house. Jade, he neber got ober dat whuppin'. He died three days later. He wuz a good friend of the family, 'peer to me lak, an' de bes' blacksmith in de whole county. I kep'a-wonderin' whut made him want ter steal dat purse. Den I foun' out later dat he wuz a goin' to pay a white man ter carry him ober de line to de No'thern States. Jade jus' had too big ideas fo' a friend of the family.

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After a subject by the name of Peter Plogojowitz had died, ten weeks past - he lived in the village of Kisilova, in the Rahm district [of Serbia] - and had been buried according to the Raetzin custom, it had been revealed that in this same village of Kisilova, within a week, nine people, both old and young, died also, after suffering a twenty-four hour illness. And they said publicly, while they were yet alive, but on their death-bed, that the above-mentioned Peter Plogojowitz, who had died ten weeks earlier, had come to them in their sleep, laid himself on them, so that they would have to give up the ghost. The other subjects were very distressed and strengthened even more in such beliefs by the fact that the dead Peter Plogojowitz’s wife, after saying her husband had come to her and demanded his opanki, or shoes, had left the village of Kisilova and gone to another.

"And since with such people (which they call vampires) various signs are to be seen - that is, the body undecomposed, the skin, hair, beard, and nails growing - the subjects resolved unanimously to open the grave of Peter Plogojowitz and to see if such above-mentioned signs were really to be found on him. To this end they came here to me and, telling of these events, asked me and the local pope, or the parish priest, to be present at the viewing. And although I at first disapproved, telling them that the praiseworthy administration should first be dutifully and humbly informed, and its exalted opinion about this should be heard, they did not want to accommodate themselves to this at all, but rather gave this short answer: I could do what I want, but if I could not accord them the viewing and the legal recognition to deal with the body according to their custom, they would have to leave house and home, because by the time a gracious resolution was received from Belgrade, perhaps the entire village - and this was already supposed to have happened once before under the Turks - could be destroyed by such an evil spirit, and they did not want to wait for this.

Since I could not hold such people from the resolution they had made, either with good words or with threats, I went to the village of Kisilova, taking along the Gradisk pope, and viewed the body of Peter Plogojowitz, just exhumed, finding, in accordance with thorough thoughtfulness, that first of all I did not detect the slightest odor that is otherwise characteristic of the dead, and the body, except for the nose, which was somewhat fallen away, was completely fresh. The hair and beard - even the nails, of which the old ones had fallen away - had grown on him; the old skin, which was somewhat whitish, had peeled away, and a new fresh one had emerged under it. The face, hands, and feet, and the whole body were so constituted, that they could they could not have been more complete in his lifetime. Not without astonishment, I saw some fresh blood in his mouth, which, according to the common observation, he had sucked from the people killed by him. In short, all the indications were present that such people (as remarked above) are said to have.

After both the pope and I had seen this spectacle, while the people grew more outraged than distressed, all the subjects, with great speed, sharpened a stake - in order to pierce the corpse of the deceased with it - and put this at his heart, whereupon, as he was pierced, not only did much blood, completely fresh, flow also through his ears and mouth, but still other wild signs (which I pass by out of high respect) took place. [He means that the corpse had an erection] Finally, according to their usual practice, they burned the often-mentioned body, in hoc casu, to ashes, of which I inform the most laudable Administration, and at the same time would like to request, obediently and humbly, that if a mistake was made in this matter, such is to be attributed not to me but to the rabble, who were beside themselves with fear.

- Imperial Provisor, Gradisk District.

Wikipedia posted:

Internally, [then Information Minister P.K. van der Byl's] policy was enforced through Ministry control of TV and radio and through censorship of newspapers. From 31 December 1965, the Ministry of Information expanded its brief and was renamed the Ministry of Information, Immigration and Tourism, which meant that it was also responsible for deciding whether to grant or revoke permits to visit Rhodesia. Several foreign journalists were expelled: John Worrall, correspondent for The Guardian, went in January 1969. The Rhodesia Herald, then in opposition to both the Rhodesian Front and UDI, frequently appeared with large white spaces on its news pages where censored stories had been placed. Stories and editorials personally critical of van der Byl were immediately removed.
Censorship was tightened still further on 8 February 1966 when it was made illegal to indicate where material had been removed. The censor was also given the power to alter existing material or to move it around the newspaper. Dr Ahrn Palley, the lone white opposition MP, described the powers as "censorship gone mad", and insisted that there would no longer be any guarantee that anything published in the newspapers was authentic. Van der Byl responded by saying that the new measures were a reflection on the newspapers which had made such powers necessary.[27] In 1967 van der Byl was reported by Malcolm Smith, the former editor of the Herald, as remarking that a high degree of self-censorship was required, and support for the government was essential.[28]
The Herald (and the Bulawayo Chronicle) defied the restrictions, boldly printing blank spaces which identified removed material. Van der Byl personally visited the newspaper offices on the day the new regulations came in to warn the staff that if the paper was printed as proposed, they would "publish at your peril." However the papers continued to appear with identifiable censorship in defiance of the government, and in 1968 the regulations were scrapped.

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Captain_Maclaine posted:

If you know, are these modern right-wing nationalists generally royalists, or is there more of a connection to Hungarian fascism ala the Arrow Cross?

Rhinoceraptor posted:

My mom and grandma are Jews from Hungary, I grew up listnening to them speak the language an watching kids shows from there and I always wanted to visit. I'm afraid to now.

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Hoping to recoup some capital by a more conventional venture, the company sent two ships from the Clyde, the Speedy Return and the Continent, to the Guinea coast laden with trade goods. Sea captain Robert Drummond was the master of the Speedy Return; his brother Thomas, who had played such a part in the second expedition, was supercargo on the vessel. Neither ship was seen in Scotland again. Instead of seeking to sell for gold as the company's directors intended, the Drummonds exchanged the goods for slaves which they sold in Madagascar. Carousing with the buccaneers for whom the island was a refuge, the Drummonds fell in with the pirate John Bowen of Bermuda who offered loot if they lent the Scots ships to him for a raid on homeward bound Indiamen. Robert Drummond was initially persuaded but backed out of the agreement, only for Bowen to appropriate the ships while he was ashore. The Continent was lost to fire on the Malabar coast and Bowen scuttled the Speedy Return after transferring to a merchant ship he had taken. The Drummonds decided against returning to Scotland to explain the loss of the ships they had been entrusted with, and no more was heard of the brothers.

hairysammoth posted:

Amazing post. I particularly enjoyed it as I'm related to those feckless Drummond arseholes. Can I ask where you got all this stuff? My Mum would be fascinated.

The Rev Mr Francis Borland posted:

Upon our arrival in this new world, we met with a sorrowful and crushing-like dispensation, for expecting here to meet with our friends and countrymen, we found nothing but a waste, howling wilderness; the colony deserted and gone, their Huts all burned, their Fort most part ruined, the ground which they had cleared adjoining to the Fort all overgrown with shrubs and weeds. We looked for peace, but no good came; and for a time of health and comfort, but behold trouble.

bawfuls posted:

This is an extraordinary claim, as the world's best combustion energy cycles run at ~60% last I heard (bleeding edge combined cycle natural gas turbines). Do you have a link?

the jizz taxi posted:

I was recently in Switzerland and I have to ask (assuming you're Swiss - though I thought you were Austrian?); why does a lot of stuff in Switzerland look so decidedly 1970s? I was in Geneva and almost everything outside the centre looks like it was built around 1975. This design seems to reflect that as well, though clearly just on the outside.

midnightclimax posted:

Just curious, in what district do you live to get such a statement? Was this your neighbour? The worst thing I ever heard in Austria was some dude arguing at a Hot Dog stand that we should re-open the concentration camp Mauthausen. You can find a lot of fascism here, if you want to, don't even have to look that hard.

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