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Exact your revenge on the sadistic Gestapo agent from Raiders of the Lost Arc by setting the Indiana Jones melting Toht candle ablaze. When the candle’s lit, Toht begins his slow and agonizing demise as he melts away just like in the movie.


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Dear White People,

You didn’t steal America from the Indigenous peoples through peaceful means. You didn’t steal almost half of the US from Mexican people through peaceful means. You didn’t maintain apartheid through peaceful means. You didn’t bomb Nagasaki and Hiroshima with “compassion” and nonviolence. You didn’t colonise, invade, or seize most of the world through peaceful protests and “love.” You didn’t appeal to the humanity of Suddam Hussein or Osama bin Laden or Gaddhafi. You didn’t fight the tyrannical oppression of England through “nonviolence” and peaceful protest… So why do you insist that we–Black people–continue to be peaceful as we’re raped, murdered, brutalised, and decimated by America’s White supremacy and its modern-day, star-spangled gestapo?

Where were these “nonviolent” ideals when 9/11 happened, or when the bombing of the Boston Marathon happened? America was founded on violence, and has furthered itself and its imperialism through violence. Stop telling us to be peaceful when you have yet to show us any peace.

C-51 will remake Canada in Harper’s paranoid image

By Michael Harris

After ten years of governing by stealth and lies, Stephen Harper has finally laid his vision for Canada on the line. It’s Bill C-51.

This is Harper’s “War is Peace” moment. If anything can bring his decade of division, deception and deconstruction to a merciful end, it will be this piece of democracy-killing legislation.

Just as he stopped Harper’s illegal appointment of Marc Nadon to the Supreme Court of Canada, constitutional lawyer Rocco Galati has vowed to challenge C-51 as fascist and dictatorial:

“What this legislation creates is a modern-day Gestapo,” Galati said. “No exaggeration, that’s what it creates. It chills, censors and criminalizes free speech, free association and constitutional rights of assembly. It takes all your private information and shares it with all government agencies, including foreign governments …”

Given C-51’s contents, the PM can no longer hide his true colours with reassuring ads about “protecting” families on the one hand, and vicious ads attacking his rivals on the other. It can’t be swept off the page by another Beatles medley.

And it can’t be supported today with the promise of amending it on some tomorrow that may never come — as Justin Trudeau has done.

Continue Reading.

Oppressed wingnuts: PLEASE STOP LYNCHING US with gay rainbow flag!

Dude goes COMPLETELY insane after Gay Marriage ruling, compares it to 9/11
Basically some butthurt guy writes up an unintentionally hilarious and exaggerated reaction to the gay marriage ruling

This link is an article by @BryanJFischer on Twitter, the dude has been tweeting ever since the ruling about how “from a moral standpoint, this is our 9/11″ and other similar claims, including even the title of this article, which reads;

“SCOTUS blows up twin towers of truth and righteousness”

If you want a laugh, and to feel pity for someone who is stuck in the past (not too much pity though lol), check the link above. It’s a hell of a read, with lines like;

“We the people have ceased to be our own rulers and are now serfs on a plantation run by cultural elites wearing black robes who use their gavels like the slaveholders of old used whips, to lash uppity social conservatives into abject submission.“

and this gem;

“The homosexual lobby, the Gay Gestapo…“

I’m just blown away that people are THIS fervent in today’s era about gay marriage being a bad thing. I mean, come on people, it doesn’t hurt anyone, gay people aren’t some mythical beings that set fire to the land, they’re people like you and me. Being gay isn’t weird or bad or stupid or immoral, it really isn’t.

But yeah, figured I’d link this because I figured people could use a laugh at how extreme some people can get over their hate of another group of people. 

Let’s Talk About Jade Helm 2015 and Some of My Thoughts

In March, word spread around the internet like wildfire regarding a large domestic military exercise involving the US military across the Southwest United States. Within weeks, people began believing that it is was an exercise in martial law. People would have their rights violated, illegal arrests would be made, due process would be ignored, the population would be disarmed, and eventually placed inside Walmart warehouses that would function as detainment camps. People actually believe this. So much so that Governor Abbott has ordered the Texas State Guard to monitor the US military during this exercise.

Now if we take a step back and really examine what this training exercise is and who it involves, maybe some people might be able to sleep easy without the thought of some US gestapo-like force kicking down doors. For starters, this exercise is being put on by the US Special Operations Command. In case you do not know who that is, USSOCOM is a command within the US military that is in charge of all of their, you guessed it, special operations. This includes US Army Special Forces, US Marine Special Operations (Now called “Raiders”), US Navy SEALs, US Army Rangers, SFOD-D, Intelligence Support Activity, etc. These are the Soldiers, Marines, Sailors, and Airmen with some of the greatest skill sets and capabilities that our military has to offer. 

Just as their title suggests, they have a very specific mission that our regular military is generally not tasked with conducting. They specialize in Civil Affairs (CA), Unconventional Warfare (UW), Foreign Internal Defense (FID), Counterinsurgency/Insurgency (COIN), and Direct Action (DA) amongst many other things. The point that this is coming to, is they are a very small force and are tasked with deploying as such. Being that the operation is only using 1200 service members, people who think that number is going to be effective at implementing martial law from California to Texas, are stupid. I really hope I offend them if they read this. Furthermore, if one happens to look at the original mission statement of US Army Special Forces (SF) and the missions that the Marine Special Operations Command (Raiders) have been tasked with over the course of the Global War On Terrorism, none of them involve martial law. These units deploy in very small numbers, sometimes as few as 12 warriors, in order to train an indigenous force, i.e. a local militia, to conduct guerrilla warfare against an oppressive state. 

This was the case in 2001 when SF deployed to Afghanistan to train the Northern Alliance to fight the Taliban and Al-Qaeda. The same thing was done in Iraq in 2003 with the Kurds and is currently being done in Iraq to fight the Islamic State. 

Further diving into US Army Special Forces, if I have not lost you already, a large portion of their initial training is called Robin Sage. Robin Sage is a final test before soldiers are awarded their Long Tab. It is an unconventional warfare exercise that is carried out across the state of North Carolina where these soldiers are expected to gain the trust of a local militia in the make believe country of Pineland. This militia is made up of Special Forces training cadre. Because of the nature of this exercise, the recruits, who have already gone through months of training, must also engage local Pineland civilians in order to win hearts and minds. Who role play the civilians? Why it is North Carolina citizens! It is not uncommon for these soldiers going through the training to knock on doors, fix fences, work gardens, and general handyman things in order to gain the trust of the militia and fight the oppressive government. Who plays the oppressive government forces? Soldiers from the 82nd Airborne Division who are tasked with supporting the exercise. 

So What Does This Mean for Jade Helm?

There should be several revelations that come with this. For starters, Jade Helm is Robin Sage at a much larger scale. Given that certain states have been declared non-permissive and hostile, it only means that the OPFOR, played by other service members will have total freedom of movement. OPFOR will NOT be played by American civilians.  I hope that I do not have to repeat that. It was never the intention of Jade Helm to invade the Southwest United States and kill/arrest everyone. If you think that, you are stupid. 

However, in light of this, there are some very interesting things that I have observed. With certain folks finding out about this, to include state governments, their general anti-federal government beliefs already makes them mistrustful. This makes Texas an almost perfect place for SF and Raiders to operate on the ground where they are forced gain the trust of the population in order to better defeat the enemy. I really do not think that this could have worked out more perfectly. I would not be surprised if the Psychological Operations branch within USSOCOM was riding on this type of reaction to occur. 

Meanwhile folks are observing tanks and armored vehicles and convoys traveling around the Southwest thinking that they are apart of Jade Helm. Well, guess what? Convoys travel all around the United States to go to training areas for the Regular Army, Reserves, and National Guard. The presence of these vehicles is not unusual. But Jon, why are there so many??  Being that the fiscal year is up at the end of September, units are trying to expend as much of their training budget as they can before the new fiscal year begins in October so they can secure more funds the next time around. Again, typical US military behavior. 

So for all of those people tightening their tinfoil hats, relax. This type of exercise is not unusual for the US military, especially not USSOCOM. If you do not want to trust our government regarding this exercise, you do not have to. If you do not want to trust me, a veteran and graduate who has studied security policy for five years, you do not have to. I just think you should be aware that you are not likely to observe anything because these service members are also Americans who look like Americans and who talk like Americans and dress like Americans. 

I actually think this type of operation is incredibly useful given the nature of USSOCOM’s mission and history. To be able to coordinate amongst each other over an entire region will be impressive to witness. Furthermore, to even make it to this echelon of our military, you have to be one of the most patriotic and humble Americans alive. Many of these men and women who will be participating are from Texas and without a doubt, love their state. They love their country and believe in many of the same values as you and me. 

With all of that said, I am looking forward to seeing the results of this exercise. But even more so, I am looking forward to seeing the Tinfoil Hats forced to stick their feet in their mouths when martial law never actually happens. 

fezwearingjellybananas asked:

Hulkeye in space (I'm sorry, I couldn't think of another place)

Of all the space-bars in all the Universe, Clint had to walk into his.

The Gamma Bomb was not a nice bar. The re-purposed missile housing was dingy and covered in a fine layer of solar dust. There were so many holes in the life support shield that patrons had taken to wearing their oxygen masks at all times and just pushing them aside at intervals to suck in alcohol. There was a rumor going around that the holes in the shielding were all made by the owner, one Bruce Banner, who had the unfortunate habit of breaking up bar fights by smashing skulls against the wall.

No one really minded, though. It was the best swill this side of the Andromeda Divide, not least of which because the local Enforcers were too chicken-shit to go there and the Universe’s Gestapo didn’t know it existed.

It was the perfect place to lie low for a while, if the UG was hot on your trail.

Bruce didn’t drink. He had enough problems without adding any more blackouts to the equation. Plus, most of the booze that came through his docking port was illegal and untested on humans, so he played the part of the mad scientist to make sure no one would die horribly when the ingested it. He was wiping up a spatter of something called Asgardian Ale (which even the great Tony Stark hadn’t been able to keep down) when they walked in.

A red-headed woman was leading. Bruce couldn’t make out much of her face behind her oxygen mask, but he could see that here eyebrows were drawn together in frustration. She was flanked on either side by two other women, one with perfectly straight black hair and a shocking purple space suit with circles cut out of the hip, and the other blonde with a black-and-white space suit. The three seemed to be taking a defensive position around the man in the center of their little triangle.

Bruce frowned at the sight of the man, something itching at the back of his mind. Some memory of where he’d seen the blonde-haired, blue-eyed guy whose features were currently happy as could be, yet belied a life-time of stoicism and tension.

The man wasn’t wearing an oxygen mask. Bruce was the only one who still did that, long ago having perfected the art of possessing luck bade enough to ensure he would live through anything. He assumed the man wouldn’t live to regret that decision once the life support went out again.

“Three yellow dwarfs,” the red-head said, slapping her credit chip on the bar. “And one hidey-hole special.”

Bruce winced and accepted the chip, turning it over in his hands. “The yellow dwarfs I can do. The special requires a bit more information.”

The three women all exchanged looks while the man stood there looking oblivious. Finally, the red-head turned back to Bruce, who had already set their drinks out. The man reached for one but she slapped his hand away. “What do you need from us?” she asked.

“Names, first of all,” Bruce said, leaning over the bar and folding his arms together. He had to grip his forearms tightly to avoid slipping into the habit of rubbing his hands together. A nervous habit he’d picked up on his last stint in the UG’s zero-star dump of a correctional facility. He was pretty sure he’d been programmed to do it, but he couldn’t be sure.

“I’m Natasha,” the red-head said, knocking back her drink like a shot despite the fact that the yellow dwarf was meant to be sipped over the space of four or five hours. “This is Bobbi and Kate,” she said, gesturing at the blonde and black-haired women in turn. “This here is Clint, who is in need of your services.”

Bruce nodded at each woman in turn and then settled his gaze on Clint. The man looked oddly embarrassed, and quickly averted his blue gaze from Bruce’s brown one. “What are you running from?” Bruce asked.

“That’s on a need to know basis,” Natasha said.

Bruce turned to look at her, affecting his most terrifying, withering gaze. It was the one that had gotten Thor to quit punching all the frost giants without Bruce needing to say a word. Natasha seemed unaffected.

“I need an answer,” Bruce said simply. “And I’d like to hear it from him.” He tipped his head to Clint. “So I know who I’m working with.”

Clint cleared his throat. “Nat, it’s fine,” he said. He gave her a lazy smirk that she was just as immune to. “I think it’s pretty usual. I’m on the lam from the UG.”

“Well, that is usual,” Bruce said. He poured Natasha another drink and took the credits off her chip. “I don’t think anyone that comes through here hasn’t had a run in with them. What’d they peg you for?”

“Stealing data, trying to blow them up. No big. Hey, can I get one of those yellow dwarfs?”

“No,” said Natasha, so Bruce didn’t pour him one.

“Data theft is going to upset them,” Bruce said. He occupied himself with wiping off the counter again. “That’s going to cost you extra.”

“That’s fine,” Natasha said.

“Yeah, I mean, not really?” Clint said. Natasha shot him a glare, and he raised his hands as if to ward off attack. “I mean, between you and Katie-Kate there’s plenty of money.”

“Damn straight,” Kate said.

“But,” Clint stressed. “I can take care of myself. I don’t really need any extra packages.”

“I think you do,” Bobbi said. “You’re likely to fall asleep on your own watch and drool all over yourself, and then Ross will be on you like char on toast.”

“Wait,” Bruce said, freezing. “Ross?”

“That’s the UG operative on my case,” Clint said. “Why?”

“You brought Ross to my doorstep?” Bruce hissed. He leaned in, pissed off as hell. “What were you thinking?”

“What? I don’t think,” Clint said. “I mean…What’s the deal with Ross?”

Bruce tore away from the bar and retrieved Natasha’s credit chip. He threw it at her and it skittered over the bar. “Get out of my sight,” he ordered, furious. “And you better hope Ross didn’t follow you here, or you’ll have me after you.”

Natasha picked up the chip, “Now just a–”

Whatever she was about to say, she never got the chance. Bruce felt the tell-tale signs of the life support system heaving and stuttering, and then it went out. Lights and all. Bruce took a deep breath and held onto the bar, hard. There was a muffled boom that barely registered as the air dissipated through the shield. Next thing Bruce knew, his bar was being lit again. 

By laser fire.

Bruce grabbed the nearest object–a glass still half full of yellow dwarf–and hurled it at the nearest UG soldier. It shattered in his face and his gun went wild, firing into the air as bar patrons scattered. The room was lit with an ethereal grey glow and Bruce saw him.


Even under his oxygen mask, his mustache was unmistakable.

With maybe thirty seconds of air, Bruce slammed the emergency button to call for assistance. The backup generators kicked in and Bruce blinked in surprise.

Apparently, Clint’s posse could defend him pretty well.

They were dashing through the UG soldiers. Bobbi slapped one in the face with a stick. Natasha shot one with what appeared to be her bracelets. Kate had some sort of energy bow that was completely invisible, yet shot spikes of purple energy wherever she aimed.

And Clint.

He flipped through the air and rebounded off the walls of the bar. He careened into the nearest soldier and punched him out. He drew his arm back, and although Bruce still couldn’t see the bow apparently he had one, too. He fired and another UG soldier fell but they were still swarming in. Ross turned to fire his gun at Clint and Bruce suddenly remembered how he knew this dummy.

“Hawkeye!” he shouted, wasting precious air.

Clint ducked beneath the shot. He fired an energy arrow at Ross and leapt over the bar. He was grinning, lips pursed tightly to hold in his breath, as he tugged Bruce down to the ground.

Shots scattered over their heads. Bruce’s vision was fuzzy. He remembered Clint bounding through zero-G’s, and he wondered where his purple uniform had gone. The black looked better on him.

Clint pinched him on the side of the neck and Bruce blinked back to attention. He lungs were screaming for him to just breathe, but he knew there was no oxygen. If he opened his mouth again now he’d be done for. He slammed the button for backup again, desperate. 

The trapdoor beneath him opened and Betty shoved a mask into his face. He took a deep breath of oxygen, blissful and pure, and passed it to Clint before climbing into the escape hatch.

He figured Clint would follow him. And he was right. 

1st July, Frieda Belinfante

The Calendar Woman for 1st July is Frieda Belinfante (1904-1995)

Frieda Belinfante was a Dutch-Jewish cellist and member of the Dutch Resistance during World War Two. Born into a musical family, Frieda began studying cello at the age of ten and made her professional debut at 17. She became the first woman in Europe to be artistic director and conductor of a professional orchestral ensemble when she joined Het Klein Orkester in 1937 and was also a guest conductor on several prominent orchestras. Her musical career was interrupted by the Nazi occupation of the Netherlands and she became involved in forging personal documents for Jews as part of the Dutch resistance. She was also part of the group that bombed a population registry in Amsterdam to destroy thousands of files and make it difficult for Nazi’s to compare forged and real documentation.

Frieda fled to Switzerland after the resistance group came under attack from the Gestapo who were arresting and executing members involved in the bombing and worked as a labourer until the War ended. In 1947 she immigrated to the US and resumed her musical career, forming a group called The Vine Street Players which led to her becoming the founding artistic director and conductor of the Orange County Philharmonic Society for many years. In 1987 the Orange County Board of Supervisors and the City of Laguna Beach both declared February 19 ‘Frieda Belinfante Day”, to honour her contributions to musical culture in the area. As a prominent lesbian, her story was featured in an exhibition about the persecution of gays and lesbians during the Second World War that was funded by the Dutch government and in 1994, just one year before she died, the United States Holocaust Memorial Museum officially recognised her contribution to the Dutch Resistance during the War.


The first picture is the room where Anne Frank lived till the GESTAPO catched her and her family.

She hang pictures up of things she loves,just as we do it now

The second picture is a random tumblr room .

I only wanted to show you that a girl who has experienced so many bad things , inspired all of us .

She was a normal girl like you and me