Politics of the Business

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DOG ON MARS!

I invite you all to play this action filled, explosion loaded, testosterone packed, martial arts; Ok, enough description. This game is too cool for description. I mean, just look at the game's description!

Dog on Mars

For the first mission on Mars, a dog has been sent. Its name is Bobby, and its mission is to find life on Mars.
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But Martians are quarrelsome and now, Bobby has to go back to his spatial ship to prevent the earth.


And now... It is with great pride, (it's swelling up inside of me) that I introduce politics's very own temporary link to Arcade Village!

Arcade Village, free online games

Don't mistake my words, these games are way too sweet for them.

If this post seemed as cracked out as usual, I did originally transcribe it withuot typical spellign mistakes liek O'Carreigh always has.



(What a sweet advertisement - I just had to put it on here).

Well, a few moments ago I stumbled across the likes of an idiot. Here, you will find possibly the most satirical and moronic joke ever to appear and surround the Seinfeld name.

What the "Real" Kramer has done is rent a bus and run a tour of the show sporting attractions where the Seinfeld show was filmed in order to recreate a bland re-representation of Cosmo Kramer's life.

Sound Familiar?

Ironically enough, I watched the very episode where Kramer runs the "Real Peterman Reality Tour" last night around midnight. How fateful it was to stumble across this page while I innocently typed "KraMixer" into the google search bar. Appropriate is this quote, taken from Kenny Kramer's (auto?)biography on his site. Seinfeld even did an episode spoofing Kenny's tour when Cosmo Kramer started The Peterman's Reality Tour in "The Muffin Top" episode.

Also, be sure to drop by this page where Kramer well, well just look at the site. You will not believe your eyes. (Also read through his stand on drug trading in NYC, it dissapoints).


And I'll leave you with this bit of humor before we return to hell tomorrow...

So I was delited to learn that on December 16th I was named as General Secretary of the Labour Party of Britain. It's come to my understanding that after a meeting of the National Executive Committee, the vote went in my favor. Thank God I had those credentials on my resume. Amongst those were, (to name the highlights)

-Has eaten three dozen+ donuts in one sitting.
-Enjoys high tea at a reasonably early hour.
-Speculated thesis on Valentine's Day love hearts as a household antiseptic.
-Met that guy who ate an entire car.

And now for the politics of the business mindless factoid of the day :

(Read this with an english accent for the full effect).

The most impressive display of multi-task driving was achieved by
powdered egg salesman Mel Henshaw at the wheel of his Vauxhall Cavalier 2.1 GLi.
On February 12, 1992, while driving at 112mph in freezing fog on the M1 in
South Yorkshire, he simultaneously shaved, ate a sandwich, dictated a
letter, read a road map, filled in his expenses, retuned the radio, took
off his jacket, smoked a cigarette and spoke to his wife on his mobile
phone.

Thanks to this cool guy and the state in which I stumbled across his site.

UPDATE
Here's what everyone's favorite socio-poli figure had to say on the article:

guy knife says:
congrats on being named General Secretary of the Labour Party of Britain.

Thanks Guy!

Title is compliments of Tori's HADD

Ironic how the music recording industry lost their battle in court. Not so ironic that the judge happily ruled against the giant behemoth, snarling at the very basis of capitalist free trade. And not so ironic that the judge himself clearly stated that he is willing to reexamine under microscope the very laws written on the privacy and protection of a citizen's rights.

Why so? Because initially, the recording industry had very logical demands. They demanded that a number of ISPs turn over the names and addresses of big name in music piracy. To hunt them down? To fine them? Please. Spare me of your whines. No one's ripping you off. The sharing of music over the internet was inevitable. Clear new studies have emerged as of late, proving that, in it's mere existence, the "compact disc" has become antiquated. Let's also not forget the concrete evidence that as teenagers, we don't have 20$ to put down on the counter everytime we want to listen to a song once or twice. Not to mention that even if p2p apps were completely illegalised, buying a cd and copying it 100 times, selling the copies for 2$ and saving the profit, the happy cd purchaser would have made 30$. Assuming that each blank cd-r was priced at 1$ and that the initial stock cost him 20$. (Let's also observe that by buying thousands of blanks at a time, one can expect to pay .10$ a disc). One can only assume that if music downloading actually became sparse, pirated disc sales would skyrocket in larger cities, eventually filtering through to the small towns. A small bootlegging operation sprang up before Eminem has a chance to release his last album. He was forced to put it out for sale early. Sadly, (or not so) many potential "payers" had already bought the bootleg. Since this is only going to become more widespread, we can only hope that music this terrible dissapears altogether.

I guess that for a long time I had myself convinced that eventually cd prices would come down. But for a few years now it's at that point where I only buy the cds that I've deemed necessary to support.

Clearly paying 20$ for D-Natural's "Preparation D" was a stellar investment.

Unfortunately, nothing has changed since the cd's first appearance on shelves across America. So I leave you with this message: Uploaders : Upload often, upload more than imaginable.

It's time to throw recording industry facists into the pit they've dug themselves.