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Excuse me, but the Einsatzgruppen was an anti-terrorist organization.

Einsatzgruppen unironically did nothing wrong

>>2477289
Why did the German military take these photos? It could literally only be used to incriminate them. Even the people doing it had to be blasted to get over what they were doing.

>>2476923
From the people chopping off heads of people who would not convert to islam.

I'm always amazed when people don't grasp that murderers can be liars too.

>>2476923

>historically where did this idea of Islam being peaceful come from?

It isn't historic, it's recent, "religion of peace" started getting thrown around by the West when we were invading a shit ton of Muslim countries whilst pretending not to be at war with Islam

It is a religion of peace once everybody non Muslim is dead. Oh wait not even then, since Muslims fight each other all the time.

Yeah it's a religion started by a pedophile warlord and meant for low IQ inbred goatfuckers.

>>2476706
Use it to summon the primordial moon ocean moon god and bring wrath upon this earth

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>>2476706

>/r/islam

>Detailed Documentary Exposing Islam (3 hours)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qk_VwZxN9bA

>Allah in Quran = Satan in Bible
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qTi1FZkoEsM
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=86PL9wueH-s
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TLoUq8vybzY

>The Roman Catholic and Islamic Connection
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ll0otULYzms

You need to accept Jesus Christ as your Lord and Savior if you want to go to heaven.
I am an ex-Muslim by the way.

>>2476456
>worse
The law doesn't evaluate moral badness, so that's irrelevant. Iran-Contra had a fall guy.

Iran Contra was just some usually run of the mill shady bullshit that the government is/has always been doing.
And like he said, it also had a fall guy.

>>2476456
Watergate involved a felony, burglary, but was more of a frat prank than anything else. Nixon wanted to know what they were going to do at their convention, and who was going to speak, etc. There is no evidence Nixon knew about the burglary prior to the act.

Iran Contra violated what was known as the Boland Amendment, which was since scrapped after a couple of years. While Reagan wanted to fight the Soviets, the Congress wanted to suck their collective dicks.

They investigated Iran Contra exhaustively and never could pin Reagan to any of the acts. It was also during this time that Reagan started to slip into dementia/Alzheimers.

This Obamagate is conservatively 50 times worse than both of those things combined, and will never be treated as such. CIA operating within US borders with NSA capabilities spying on candidates directly is far worse than Watergate, and their capacity to kill people by taking control of airplanes/cars/phones etc. is unbelievably dangerous.

The shadow government declared war on the legit elected Trump Administration, and Trump better start acting like he's in a war, rikki tik.

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Based Normans.

Why were the Normans so fucking based /his/?
They're Vikings on steroids but in a good way.

>>2476437
Meh, beating the shit out of what is basically Italians isn't that impressive.

Is he ok?

>>2476164
no idea
"just" a random guy from google images

>>2476164
If it's what I think it is, he has a condition in that his body continually generates scar tissue all over.

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Let us through

Did Romans ever rape their enemies?

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>>2475945
This one does

>>2475421
Retardation

>>2475421
Total depravity. It's by far my favorite Christian doctrine because it expands on original sin and explains so many so called "contradictions" in theology.

>>2475421
A tendency to listen to God's word where other perspevtives nullify with vain human tradition

Projecting: the thread.

>>2475119
you forget that 24/25th of people are not sociopaths, meaning they feel empathy. unless I have some sort of grudge against a person I won't be able to seriously harm someone without feeling an immense amount of emotional pain, which I certainly don't want to feel for my remaining 2 hours

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>>2475119
>In two hours, an asteroid will hit the Earth of such magnitude that all life will be destroyed.
About fucking time.

@2474412
>reddit spacing
>reddit typing
>reddit topic
just fuck off

>>2474516
>reddit quoting
you're no better, faggot

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>you're no better, faggot

>>2474264
>called the "United States of America"
>isn't united
>isn't a state
>isn't an Italian

>great britain
>isn't great
>no britons

>United Kingdom of the Netherlands
>Belgium left
>Luxembourg left
>still a kingdom
>still united
>still the Netherlands
God damn I want Flanders back

Ted Cruz

>>2473922
>Furthermore, why aren't there any famous serial killers these days?
Now it's more fashionable to kill a bunch of people at once.

>>2473922
As I understand it, the police have under the table agreements with journalists that the media not report on serial killers, justified by an argument that it encourages the serial killer to kill more people to stay in the papers and fuck with journalists.

There's more to life than just happiness.

Completely ignoring thousands of years of philosophical discourse and looking at humans purely as animals, the goal isn't even to reproduce, it's just to further the species. These are two very different things. A single person might not reproduce, but they can easily further the species through invention, aid, work, spreading joy, etc. They "grease the wheels" for others, although they might not be able to reproduce themselves.

If it truly were human's only instinctual "purpose" to reproduce, why are we so revolted on an instinctual level by the killing of the weak and infirm who require more resources to survive? Clearly successful humans have realized that the weak and infirm have their own value, although they might not be able to reproduce. Even loser faggots like you.

>According to science and knowledge, when looked at from a """realistic""" perspective of course, the sole purpose for the existence of humans and life as a whole is to reproduce.
Yeah, that's your biological imperative. DNA is the molecule that works to replicate itself for all eternity.

>why do people fear death?
See above.

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I was quite mistaken. Most of the ceremonies demanded the presence of elders from several homesteads. As the swamps rose, the old men found it too difficult to walk from one homestead to the next, and the ceremonies gradually ceased. As the swamps rose even higher, all activities but one came to an end. The women brewed beer from maize and millet. Men, women, and children sat on their hillocks and drank it.

People began to drink at dawn. By midmorning the whole homestead was singing, dancing, and drumming. When it rained, people had to sit inside their huts: there they drank and sang or they drank and told stories. In any case, by noon or before, I either had to join the party or retire to my own hut and my books. “One does not discuss serious matters when there is beer. Come, drink with us.” Since I lacked their capacity for the thick native beer, I spent more and more time with Hamlet. Before the end of the second month, grace descended on me. I was quite sure that Hamlet had only one possible interpretation, and that one universally obvious.

Early every morning, in the hope of having some serious talk before the beer party, I used to call on the old man at his reception hut—a circle of posts supporting a thatched roof above a low mud wall to keep out wind and rain. One day I crawled through the low doorway and found most of the men of the homestead sitting huddled in their ragged cloths on stools, low plank beds, and reclining chairs, warming themselves against the chill of the rain around a smoky fire. In the center were three pots of beer. The party had started.

The old man greeted me cordially. “Sit down and drink.” I accepted a large calabash full of beer, poured some into a small drinking gourd, and tossed it down. Then I poured some more into the same gourd for the man second in seniority to my host before I handed my calabash over to a young man for further distribution. Important people shouldn’t ladle beer themselves.

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“It is better like this,” the old man said, looking at me approvingly and plucking at the thatch that had caught in my hair. “You should sit and drink with us more often. Your servants tell me that when you are not with us, you sit inside your hut looking at a paper.”

The old man was acquainted with four kinds of “papers”: tax receipts, bride price receipts, court fee receipts, and letters. The messenger who brought him letters from the chief used them mainly as a badge of office, for he always knew what was in them and told the old man. Personal letters for the few who had relatives in the government or mission stations were kept until someone went to a large market where there was a letter writer and reader. Since my arrival, letters were brought to me to be read. A few men also brought me bride price receipts, privately, with requests to change the figures to a higher sum. I found moral arguments were of no avail, since in-laws are fair game, and the technical hazards of forgery difficult to explain to an illiterate people. I did not wish them to think me silly enough to look at any such papers for days on end, and I hastily explained that my “paper” was one of the “things of long ago” of my country.

“Ah,” said the old man. “Tell us.” I protested that I was not a storyteller. Storytelling is a skilled art among them; their standards are high, and the audiences critical—and vocal in their criticism. I protested in vain. This morning they wanted to hear a story while they drank. They threatened to tell me no more stories until I told them one of mine. Finally, the old man promised that no one would criticize my style, “for we know you are struggling with our language.” “But,” put in one of the elders, “you must explain what we do not understand, as we do when we tell you our stories.” Realizing that here was my chance to prove Hamlet universally intelligible, I agreed.

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The old man handed me some more beer to help me on with my storytelling. Men filled their long wooden pipes and knocked coals from the fire to place in the pipe bowls; then, puffing contentedly, they sat back to listen. I began in the proper style, “Not yesterday, not yesterday, but long ago, a thing occurred. One night three men were keeping watch outside the homestead of the great chief, when suddenly they saw the former chief approach them.”

“Why was he no longer their chief?”

“He was dead,” I explained. “That is why they were troubled and afraid when they saw him.”

“Impossible,” began one of the elders, handing his pipe on to his neighbor, who interrupted, “Of course it wasn’t the dead chief. It was an omen sent by a witch. Go on.”

Slightly shaken, I continued. “One of these three was a man who knew things”—the closest translation for scholar, but unfortunately it also meant witch. The second elder looked triumphantly at the first. “So he spoke to the dead chief saying, ‘Tell us what we must do so you may rest in your grave,’ but the dead chief did not answer. He vanished, and they could see him no more. Then the man who knew things—his name was Horatio—said this event was the affair of the dead chief’s son, Hamlet.”

There was a general shaking of heads round the circle. “Had the dead chief no living brothers? Or was this son the chief?”

“No,” I replied. “That is, he had one living brother who became the chief when the elder brother died.”

The old men muttered: such omens were matters for chiefs and elders, not for youngsters; no good could come of going behind a chief’s back; clearly Horatio was not a man who knew things.

“Yes, he was,” I insisted, shooing a chicken away from my beer. “In our country the son is next to the father. The dead chief’s younger brother had become the great chief. He had also married his elder brother’s widow only about a month after the funeral.”

>>2472903
He looks like an old Lovecraft.

>>2472903
>We all know Wilson is one of the worst Presidents in US history
Most historians disagree

>>2472903
Do you mean sanctuary?