/mlpol/ - My Little Politics

>>382145
>Table Talks
>>382146
Hitler was a great leader. But he was limited in his ideas.
Not to say this hampered his leadership in any way. Rome was, after all, far stronger when it was untouched by philosophy.
>Chatgpt is and can be wrong.
As it stands, AI chatbots are only there to streamline certain tasks. Chatgpt is obviously going to struggle with politically charged questions. I.e jewish interests wanting to milk the holohoax.

Shitting on someone who is openly using a chatbot for an online exchange, hardly requires an explanation.

Before anyone continues, let me state very clearly as the resident furry.

Bronies are not furries. I can extrapolate the equation (it is a bit complicated) but the core of it is, remains, and WILL remain, who cares about other animals, ponies. Mares, if you aren't gay.

This may have seemed unnecessary, but give it time, you will need that clarification (assuming you haven't figured it out).
The fundamentals of the equation is that Furries approach anthropomorphic animals from a position of "Yes and", whereas Bronies approach them from "Why are there non-ponies". This is essential to what insulates Bronies (horsefuckers, but its harder to type) from actually being either Furry or Furries (don't make me explain THAT difference).
I hate that there's a science to this, but I took the time to learn it so AMA if ya wanna (you don't)

>>381774
Yes, and time to start with their own government spending

>>381905
>vague clickbait title with ALL CAPS and LOTS OF EXCLAMATION POINTS!!!!!!!111oneoneeleven
tl;dw, QRD?

The USAID saga continues.
Employee orders the destruction of documents, still no arrests made.
https://x.com/MikeBenzCyber/status/1899577194457829396

(((The Daily Wire))) is going belly up.
It is already three weeks after the USAID money was cut off. First Politico, now The Daily Wire... who will be next?

Keep an eye out for subsidiaries and where they try to spawn another similar entity.

From the JFK newly released files /pol/ thread. Nice to see confirmation that big A did survived after the war. I mean, pretty much everyone here knows the bunker suicide was BS, but hopefully it will tickle the part of the brain in the normies to the "hey, if government bullshited us about this part of history, what else did they bullshit us now?!" level of thinking.

>>382346
The JFK files deserve their own thread.

>>382345
For that matter, how the absolute fuck do you mindrape yourself into thinking Deus Ex talking about historical facts is "qanon" and "sounds insane?" Does the liberal's capacity to update his programming to the latest establishment slop know no bounds?

>>382353
>ew this game reminds me of qanon like deus ex
>time to make a wiki for it ^_^
I'm starting to suspect that trannies aren't sentient.

>>382159
Gribble's Log
Location: Treehouse
Day 8

I have been careless.

In my efforts to infiltrate Horseworld and prevent the terraformation of Earth, I failed to consider that Horseworld might itself be infiltrated and terraformed. As 'Princess Celestia' sits in her high castle, scheming her audacious schemes for full-scale interplanetary invasion, it appears that all the while a third player has been working on a scheme of their own.

While I would normally call this poetic justice, this latest development poses serious problems Gribble-wise. One: I am currently marooned on Horseworld with no means of escape. What affects these ponies for the time being affects me as well. Two: if Horseworld succumbs to the wiles of these mysterious bug-like invaders, the other planets of the galaxy will soon fall like dominoes. There won't be an Earth for me to return to.

I have decided therefore to form a temporary alliance with the warriors of the horse planet. The so-called 'cutie mark crusaders' are the least-untrustworthy of the ponies I have met thus far, and seem to have no worrisome connections to their government or mine. But, they also have no practical experience in detecting and exterminating hostile creatures from outer space.

I must now explain to these naive horse-children the full gravitas of the battle ahead, and the true nature of the enemy I believe we face. Full disclosure. Nothing held back.

I can only pray that the truth doesn't break them.
[hr]
It was now late afternoon and school had long since ended. The day had grown overcast and humid, the air in the treehouse heavy with the smell of impending rain.

"Do any of you have any questions so far?" I asked.

The three fillies just stared at me in silence. Finally, Scootaloo raised a hoof.

"Um, could you explain the part about the Warren Commission again?"

"Yeah," chimed in Apple Bloom. "And what does it have to do with that floor-ride stuff you said the government was puttin' in your drinkin' water?"

"All fine questions," I said, lighting a stalk. "To answer, we'll have to go back to a time I like to call 1947. The place: Roswell, New Mexico. In many ways it was a halcyon time for this small town of fifteen thousand, but thanks to the crash of a purported 'weather balloon—'"

"What does any of this have to do with giant bugs taking over Ponyville?" interrupted Sweetie Belle crossly.

"Uh... yeah," added Apple Bloom. "I mean, this is all real interestin', Mr. Rusty, but I'm kinda with Sweetie Belle. We all saw the bugs this mornin', and I don't think they're those zebra... regular... uh, what did you call 'em, again?"

"Zeta Reticulans."

"Yeah... uh... those."

I took a puff of asparagus.

"While I've never heard of Zeta Reticulans having shapeshifting capabilities either, we can't afford to rule anything out. For the record, though, I also agree with Sweetie Belle. Reptilian Archons are far more likely culprits in this case."

"That's not what I—arrgh, we don't have time for this!" said Sweetie Belle. "What are we going to do?!?"

"I still think we should tell a grownup what's goin' on," said Apple Bloom. She gave me kind of a sheepish look. "I mean, no offense Mr. Rusty, but—"

"We could tell Miss Cheerilee," Scootaloo offered.

"I don't know, she was acting really weird today," said Sweetie Belle.

"Weird how?" I asked.

"I don't know, just weird. Her voice sounded funny, and she kept asking us about you."

"Yeah, and she didn't even care that Sweetie Belle slept for like half the day," added Scootaloo.

"Oh come on, I only shut my eyes for two minutes."

"It was more like two hours. And you were snoring, too!"

"Was not!"

"Were too! The whole class heard. And you were blowing bubbles with your nose!"

Scootaloo squeezed her eyes shut and made exaggerated snoring noises. Sweetie Belle ground her teeth, and her horn began to light up.

"Miss Cheerilee didn't really teach us anythin' today, either," said Apple Bloom, quickly stepping between the two of them. "She just kept talkin' about how we're all gonna go on this field trip to the Golden Oak Library next week, and how it's real important that the whole class is there, but also we're not supposed to tell our families about it. I don't know, that all sounded kinda fishy to me."

"Yeah, that actually was pretty weird," mused Scootaloo. "And the bugs from this morning, the ones that looked like you guys? They were talking about the Golden Oak library too."

"The invaders probably have bases all over town," I said. "The library is definitely one. I went back there today."

I gave them a brief account of what I'd seen that morning.

"I don't really wanna go there anyway," said Scootaloo with a shrug. "It's pretty boring. There's nothing to do in there but read."

"It's a library," said Sweetie Belle. "You're supposed to read in there."

>>382160
"Yeah, but they don't even have any comic books or anything. Plus, you know Twilight Sparkle that works there? Rainbow Dash says she's a total egghead, and if I spend too much time in the library I might turn into an egghead like her—"

"Not trusting Twilight Sparkle is a good instinct," I cut in. "She's clearly an undercover operative in league with your nation's government. And she grounded me."

"I like Twilight," countered Sweetie Belle primly. "I think she's nice."

"You won't think she's so nice after she copies your brain-waves and sends them off to Canterlot. Besides, she's been replaced by multiple clones of herself, so it's not even her."

"I hate how that doesn't even sound crazy anymore," muttered Sweetie Belle.

"What do you think the bugs're tryin' to do, Mr. Rusty?" asked Apple Bloom, changing the subject. "Are they just swappin' out random ponies, or... what do they want?"

"It's a classic covert infiltration scenario," I said. "I've seen it before. Take a look at their targets so far. They start by quietly replacing the most important people—ponies—they can get to. Silver Spoon's parents do government work in Canterlot. Cheerilee is your town's Minister of Propaganda. And Twilight Sparkle is Celestia's personal stooge, as well as her eyes and ears in Ponyville. She was probably the one they got to first."

"What about my sister?" asked Sweetie Belle, with an anxious flick of her tail.

"She probably wasn't part of the original plan. Last night, you and me witnessed something we weren't supposed to. When they couldn't catch us, they went for Rarity. And just this morning they were trying to get to Scootaloo. Get it? These things know who you are and where you live and who your friends are. They've probably been watching Ponyville for months. All of us are targets now. Probably your families, too. Well, except for you, Scootaloo."

Scootaloo looked a little dejected. Apple Bloom shot me a sour look.

"If they're goin' after our families, then that means my brother and my sister and Granny Smith are all in trouble!" she said. "We gotta go warn 'em!"

"Can't, it's too risky. Besides, they've probably already been replicated."

"I don't care, I need to help if I can! Besides, if she ain't been replicated yet, my big sis might be able to help us!"

"And if she has been replicated, she'll put you in one of those coccoons and ship you off to the Draco system to be dissected. Is that what you want, Apple Bloom? Huh?"

"I think she's right," cut in Sweetie Belle, with an irritated glance at me. "And anyway, we really should tell somepony about what's going on. I think this problem might be too big for us to handle on our own."

"We're the Cutie Mark Crusaders, though!" Scootaloo objected. "And if we can save the town by ourselves, we could be heroes, just like Rainbow Dash! We might even get our cutie marks!"

The other two paused, considering.

"I still think we should at least tell my sister what's goin' on..." said Apple Bloom, but the prospect of a town hero cutie mark was clearly tempting her.

"I'll tell you what we need to do," I said, taking another puff. "We need to round up every firearm and every scrap of spare ammunition in a twelve mile radius of this town, and prepare ourselves to fight off the invaders."

"Uh... firearms?"

"Ammunition?"

The fillies looked at each other in confusion.

"You know, guns? Rifles? Weapons?"

The three ponies just stared blankly at me.

"Wait a minute, do you ponies not have any guns?"

They looked at each other, and then back at me. Apple Bloom shrugged.

"Sorry, Mr. Rusty, I don't think we have anything like that. Also, what are guns?"

I was so astonished the asparagus stalk fell right out of my mouth.

"You mean to say your society isn't armed?!?"

They shook their heads.

"Then how do you defend yourselves against the encroachment of a hostile government?!?"

Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo looked at each other and shrugged.

"We're awful sorry, Mr. Rusty," said Apple Bloom. "We've never been in an alien invasion before, we don't know what kinda stuff we're supposed to have. I guess we could ask Granny Smith, she might know somethin' about what guns are..."

I wasn't listening anymore; I was too busy trying to slow down my own heart rate. The three fillies watched in silence as I paced back and forth, muttering to myself while attempting to light another stalk.

"Hey, I have an idea!" exclaimed Scootaloo all of a sudden. "What if we have a campout here in the treehouse? We don't have to be back at school for a couple of days. We can go up to the farm and ask Applejack if it's okay, and while we're there we can check on them and make sure they haven't been replaced by bug-ponies. And Mr. Rusty can get... whatever he needs."

"That's a pretty good idea," mused Apple Bloom. "And we ain't had a treehouse campout in awhile... what do you think, Mr. Rusty?"

I managed to get my hand to stop shaking long enough to light an asparagus stalk. The roof of the treehouse was uncomfortably low, and I had to hold my neck at a weird angle in order to stand up in there. I took a deep, long puff, and felt the soothing magical nicotine flow through my body.

"I had no idea the situation in Ponyville was this dire," I said finally. "Not having access to combat rifles with high-capacity magazines throws off my plans, but as a professional soldier of fortune I've had to work with less."

Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle exchanged another confused look.

"So, uh, does that mean we're having a campout then?" asked Sweetie Belle.

"What this town needs is a well-regulated citizens militia," I said. "And the four of us are going to form that militia. So yes, it does mean we'll be camping out in the treehouse this weekend."

The three fillies looked at each other and grinned. They each raised a hoof and bumped them together.

"Cutie mark crusader citizens' militia campout!" they cried in unison.

It gets better and better, I love what you're doing, keep it up, friend!

>>382161
By the time we reached the Apple farm, drops of rain were beginning to fall from the sky. Applejack was outside, hurriedly pulling a tarp over the back of a wagon loaded with barrels. Hitched to the front was a large red earth pony I hadn't seen before.

"Oh, Apple Bloom, you're back," said Applejack when she saw us approaching. "That's good. You can help us get the rest of these apples inside before the rain starts comin' down."

"Well, actually sis," said Apple Bloom hesitantly. "We were just comin' to ask if we could have a campout in the treehouse this weekend."

Applejack frowned, looking up at the darkening, overcast sky.

"Y'all want to sleep in the treehouse tonight? Rainbow Dash says there's supposed to be a pretty big storm comin'..."

"We promise we'll come back and sleep in the house if there's any lightnin' or anythin'."

Applejack looked back and forth between the four of us, still frowning.

"Mr. Rusty's gonna camp out too?"

I didn't answer. My asparagus stalk had gone out, and I was in the process of trying to relight it. The wind was picking up, and I was having trouble getting a flame.

"We promise we'll keep an eye on him," said Sweetie Belle.

Applejack's frown deepened, and then she just shrugged.

"I guess it's okay," she said. "Big Mac and I can take care of your chores for this weekend, so long as you promise to do a little extra 'round here next week to make up for it."

"I promise!" said Apple Bloom.

Applejack turned and called over her shoulder.

"That okay with you, Big Mac?"

"Eeyup," said the big red pony.

She turned back to the fillies.

"And Sweetie Belle? Rarity said it's okay for you to stay over? Scootaloo, you talked to... uh... your folks?"

"Yes," they both said in unison, smiling sweetly.

"Alright then, I guess that's settled," said Applejack. The wind was making it difficult to control the tarp, and she tugged at it roughly, trying to get it into place so she could tie it down. As she was struggling, Apple Bloom approached her hesitantly.

"By the way, sis," she began. "You haven't seen anythin'... strange 'round here lately, have you?"

Applejack caught the tarp string in her teeth and yanked it as tight as she could.

"Strange?" she considered the question for a moment. "No, I don't reckon I have."

Meanwhile, I had moved under the nearby eave of the barn, and was still trying to light my asparagus in the drizzle. Applejack watched me for a moment and chuckled.

"I guess Mr. Rusty chewin' on that burnt asparagus all the time is the strangest thing I've seen in awhile," she added. "Why do you ask?"

"Uh... no reason," said Apple Bloom, looking away uncomfortably. "It's just..."

"It's just that we're... investigating stuff!" Scootaloo put in. "We're investigating... what did Mr. Rusty call it?"

She looked at Sweetie Belle, who shrugged.

"Paramoral disturbances, I think?"

"Yeah, that."

"So we need to know if you've seen anythin' suspicious 'round here recently," finished Apple Bloom.

Applejack looked amused.

"So y'all are investigators now, huh? That's cute. And Mr. Rusty's helpin' you?"

I was still too preoccupied with my lighter to answer. Applejack chuckled again, shook her head, and lightly kicked the side of the wagon with her front hoof.

"S'all ready to go, Big Mac!" she called out.

The wagon began to creak slowly forward. Applejack watched it go, then turned back to her sister.

"You know what," she said. "I actually did hear somethin' kinda strange at the market today. Golden Harvest was sayin' that a bunch of her carrots got dug up from her garden the other day. Maybe y'all could investigate that."

"That just sounds like rabbits," Scootaloo muttered indignantly.

"She said her neighbor had some stuff go missin' too," Applejack went on. "And she had her garbage cans knocked over."

"Raccoons then," said Sweetie Belle.

"I don't know about that, but it sure sounded pretty darn mysterious to me..."

Her voice had a distinctly patronizing note to it.

"Come on, sis, we're bein' serious!" Apple Bloom protested. "You're sure you haven't seen anythin'... you know... really strange? Like... giant bugs takin' over Ponyville? Or anythin' like that?"

Applejack snickered.

"Giant bugs takin' over Ponyville? Uh, no sugarcube, I'm pretty sure I'd remember seein' somethin' like that." She ruffled her sister's mane with a hoof, and Apple Bloom grunted. "I think y'all been listenin' to a few too many of Mr. Rusty's stories—"

"Yeah, that Mr. Rusty sure tells some crazy stories, all right."

The foals all froze at the sound of a familiar voice. I dropped my lighter in surprise, my asparagus stalk still unlit. Applejack, however, just glanced past her sister and smiled broadly.

"Oh, hey there, Twilight!"

Sure enough, Twilight Sparkle was walking up the drive from the orchard, her dragon servant a few steps behind.

"Applejack! Be careful!" hissed Apple Bloom, but her older sister ignored her.

"What brings you all the way out here?" she asked.

Twilight smiled. Her horn lit up, flipping open the saddle bag she wore slung across her back.

"I just came to return this plow harness you loaned me," she said.

Applejack frowned.

"Did I loan you a plow harness?"

"Yeah, don't you remember? I came by the other week, said I had to do some gardening, you said you had a plow harness that would fit me...?"

"No, I can't say as I recall that," said Applejack, stroking her chin. Then she shrugged. "But, things have been pretty busy around here, probably just slipped my mind."

>>382349
The plow harness was floating in a green aura a foot or two in front of Twilight. Applejack stepped forward and extended a foreleg to take it.

"Hey Twilight," I cut in. "How come your magic's a different color?"

Twilight turned and glared at me. Spike did too. It was too late though, Applejack had stopped, and was now looking at the object suspended in the air in front of her, a curious frown on her face.

"Huh, that is mighty peculiar," she said. "Your magic's usually purple, right? How'd you make it turn green like that?"

"Oh, it's just this new spell I'm trying..." Twilight stammered.

"How's it work?" I pressed, stepping forward. I walked around the floating plow harness in a circle, pretending to be fascinated by it. "The other day in school, Miss Cheerilee told us a unicorn's magic color can't be changed."

"Hey, yeah," put in Sweetie Belle, taking my cue. She and the others approached and started gawking and poking at the harness. "We just learned that the other day. A unicorn can't change the color of her magic any more than she can change her cutie mark!"

"W-well, I know that of course, it's just, an illusion spell I've been perfecting—"

Twilight was now hemming and hawing, and her voice sounded off. Her eyes had a slight green glow behind them. Applejack looked confused.

"Uh, that doesn't sound right," she said, scratching her chin with a fetlock. "I'm not a unicorn, and I don't mean to contradict your teacher or nothin', but I'm pretty sure that's just an old mare's tale..."

"Oh, wait, you're right!" I said, slamming my fist into my hand like I'd just had some sort of revelation. "Still, though, don't you think it's strange that a real unicorn like Twilight Sparkle wouldn't know that...?"

Twilight Sparkle gave me a hateful look and made a low hissing noise in the back of her throat. Her eyes were glowing bright green now. Applejack took a step forward.

"Twilight, are you sure you're feelin' okay—"

All of a sudden there was a bright flash of lighting, accompanied by a deafening thunderclap. We all winced, shielding our eyes. The thunderclouds that had been slowly gathering over our heads exploded into a downpour.

"Are y'all okay?" I heard Applejack cry out. "I think that lightnin' mighta struck somethin' nearby..."

I wasn't paying attention. I looked all around, but could find no trace of either Twilight or Spike. Applejack had noticed too.

"Twilight!" she called out. "Spike—oof!"

She grunted, as her legs were suddenly yanked out from under her and she collapsed face-first in the mud. She rolled onto her back, and discovered that the plow harness that had been floating in the air a moment ago had been tied around her hind legs.

"Sis!" shouted Apple Bloom from somewhere nearby.

There was a burst of sickly green light, and a hideous creature materialized over Applejack, looking like some kind of half-transformed mutation. Its coat and mane were still Twilight Sparkle's, but its body shape had contorted. Its front legs were bored through with strange holes, and the eyes were bulbous and faceted like an insect's. It buzzed in the air on a set of translucent dragonfly wings.

The long, curved purple horn jutting out of its forehead sparked up, and a green aura began to take shape around Applejack's body. However, Applejack reacted more quickly than the bug anticipated. She flipped deftly over onto her two front legs, cocked back her hips, and aimed a powerful buck. Her hind legs were still bound at the fetlocks by the harness, but both hooves hit the creature square on the horn. It broke with a sickening crack, and the monster shrieked in pain.

It fell to the ground, flailing back and forth in the mud, still shrieking. Meanwhile, Applejack scrambled to her hooves, shaking off the plow harness. It dislodged quickly, and fell with a plop next to the convulsing insect creature.

"Whatever that thing is, it sure don't know nothin' about tyin' knots," she muttered, as she scrambled towards where the fillies and I had taken shelter under the barn eaves.

"Are y'all okay?" she demanded. She approached her younger sister, lifting her chin with a hoof and examining her face.

"Sis, this is what we were tryin' to warn you about—" began Apple Bloom.

"Where's the other one?" cut in Sweetie Belle anxiously.

The sky had grown considerably darker with the onset of the sudden thunderstorm, and it was difficult to see anything. I could make out the bug with the injured horn, now fully transformed into its insect state, limping slowly away towards the orchard, nursing its injured horn. It didn't look like it was in a mood to cause any more trouble. However, there was no trace of the one that had been disguised as Spike.

Applejack took a hesitant step forward, squinting into the rain that was now coming down in thick sheets. Suddenly, a red blur came from out of nowhere and barreled into her, once again knocking the wind out of her and sending her flying to the ground.

"Big Mac?!?" she mumbled, staring up in confusion at the massive stallion that had pinned her down.

"Nope," the pony replied with a malicious grin. A glowing, curved horn sprouted out of his forehead, and his eyes lit up with toxic green light.

>>382350
"Get away from my sister!" shouted Apple Bloom, galloping towards the creature. It swatted her aside effortlessly, and she went flying. She was caught in midair in by the aura of a third bug, who was joined by two more who had appeared out of nowhere. The filly could only flail her limbs helplessly as she floated, suspended between their horn-beams. Within seconds, she was encased in one of those translucent cocoons.

"Apple Bloom!" shouted Sweetie Belle.

"There's more of them!" cried Scootaloo, pointing. Another flash of lighting illuminated the barnyard briefly, and sure enough we could see an entire horde of flying insects, twenty or thirty of them at least, descending upon the farm.

"Run!" I shrieked.

We took off at a sprint. The ground was basically mud at that point, and we kept slipping and sliding. Between the rain and the growing darkness I could barely see a foot ahead of me. I was dimly aware of a green beam brushing against me, trying to take hold of my arm, but I was able to swat it away.

Finally I stepped on a particularly slick bit of mud, and landed flat on my back. I thought I heard Sweetie Belle calling my name from somewhere nearby. I rolled over and scrambled to my feet as quickly as I could. Before I could take another step, however, I felt an electric tingling on my skin.

I turned around. One of the aliens now had me in its tractor beam. My feet began sliding through the mud as it pulled me slowly towards it.

Lightning flashed again, and for a fraction of a second I saw the whole hopeless scene. Somewhere along the way one of them had caught Scootaloo, and was in the process of sealing her into one of those green cocoons. Two more sacs containing Apple Bloom and her big sister were being carried away towards the town.

I was now being dragged steadily forward. The electric tingling engulfed my entire body, and it was hard to move my arms and legs. I felt like I was trying to swim through molasses.

A beam of aquamarine light shot out from nearby, striking the creature in the face; Sweetie Belle must have fired some kind of unicorn laser beam at it. From the bug's reaction it'd had about as much effect as shooting it in the face with a squirt gun, but it was enough to break its concentration and allow me to move.

Thankfully I'd had the foresight to reload on the walk up to the farm. I was now thoroughly soaked, as was everything in my pockets, but I grabbed a generous glob of what I had and threw it in directly into the creature's eyes.

"Pocket mud!"

It snarled, temporarily blinded, and the tractor beam broke off completely. I looked around, and saw Sweetie Belle a few feet to my right, trying to gallop away as yet another of the bugs was encasing her small body in its aura.

I kicked the monster in the horn as hard as I could. My boots were nowhere near as strong as Applejack's hooves, but it was still enough to break the beam and deal it some damage. The insect-thing howled with rage and pain, and some kind of reflex made it transform into a bug-like approximation of me.

In a stroke of pure luck, the one that had grabbed me managed to wipe the mud out of its eyes at just that second. It mistook its friend for me, and lashed out with its aura. The Dale-bug, still howling in pain, reacted by firing its own tractor beam at the thing that had attacked it. They struggled for another couple of seconds, and then both bugs were entombed in translucent cocoons. Their limbs jerked feebly for a bit longer, then came to a stop.

The dim light and the rain still made it difficult to see, but from what I could tell these were the only ones that had come after Sweetie and me. Most of the swarm seemed to be concentrating on the barn itself, darting in and out and hissing to each other. A new cocoon, containing what looked like the big red pony I'd seen earlier, was being rolled out with visible effort by two exhausted-looking bugs. There was no sign of Scootaloo.

"We have to go back!" shouted Sweetie Belle.

I looked down at her. She was standing knee-deep in mud, her normally poofy mane soaked through and plastered to her head. She looked like a Persian cat that someone had sprayed with a fire hose. Next to her, the two alien bugs were still floating in whatever sort of goop was in those cocoons. I took one more look at the barn, where the rest of the insects still seemed more or less preoccupied.

Without another word, I grabbed Sweetie Belle by the scruff of her neck and took off running, away from the farm. She squeaked in protest, struggling and yelling for me to put her down, but I ignored her.

I made it to a white picket fence and vaulted over, and then we were out of the barnyard. I spared a quick glance over my shoulder, but it seemed the rest of the bugs still hadn't noticed us yet. Sweetie Belle continued to struggle and protest. I transferred her into the crook of my arm, and then sprinted away, across the main road towards the dark treeline beyond.

>>380425
All considered, they will make better than me, because I assume more responsibility

>>380310
>>380311
There are a few reasons for this, most of them having nothing to do with competence.

Management in general is lazy, and always has been. Since the 1970s they've delegated hiring, firing, and discipline to Shaneequa in HR, and since the 1990s they've delegated training the new hires to the IT department and delegated scheduling to software. (What do they actually do all day? Flirt awkwardly with secretaries half their ages half the morning, fart around on Facebook for a few hours, then knock off at one o'clock for an "urgent meeting" at the golf course, mostly).

And, especially for any kind of white collar job, Shaneequa does not understand the big words in the job description, dass technical boo-sheet, niggas doan do maff, gnome sayin? Shaneequa has an IQ of 80. She does know how to press Ctrl-F and find the word "Bachelor's" when she reads resumes, though, and has gotten her technique down under two seconds per resume, Ctrl-F, see if it's there, hit "delete" if it isn't. She often, though not always, checks to see whether the name at the top is "George," "Keywanda," or "Shitavius." One of those three categories gets shitcanned without further reading, and I'm sure you can guess which one.

The sad thing is, once a pajeet gets into a department management position, he will, for a time, do more actual work than the huh-WITE! guy he replaced. He'll read those resumes himself--so that he can look at the name at the top and only hire other jeets. He'll also put personal effort into seeking out pretexts for getting rid of everyone in his department who isn't a fellow member of the Curry Mafia, and if no such pretext exists, Pajeet is perfectly happy to make something up. Then when everyone who knew where the on switch is has departed, the business crashes and burns. This is called "bad luck." And don't worry about the managers who hired Pajeet in the first place. They get their golden parachutes and get to fail upward and may land in the C-suite of the next business that hires them.

Pajeet has an IQ of 80 and the "code" he produces is all random stuff copied and pasted from Stack Exchange. In addition to poor hygiene, Pajeet also has sticky fingers, and when it was learned that Gypsies are genetically Indian, no one was surprised. Pajeet will steal and resell anything around the office that isn't bolted down. Pajeet will sell everything from unattended laptop computers to office supplies to all of your passwords and sensitive data, that last one being why the domain of "cybersecurity" had to be created in the first place. This is but one of Pajeet's many charming habits, along with leering at and groping female staff and standing atop the toilet seat and spraying his feces all over the floor and walls. Pajeet is equally a millstone around the neck of any organization that hires him for a blue collar job, driving the company truck with his turban covering his eyes and wrapping it around a bridge abutment at a buck twenty on the freeway. However, Pajeet works for less than a citizen will, and so (((the shareholders))) love him.

This is but one aspect of the fact that wherever Pajeet goes outside India, he always engages in open, brazen, shameless ethnic gangsterism against the people of his host country. Pajeets are basically Jews without the self-control or the capacity for crypsis, and minus about thirty IQ points. Pajeet is a plague and I live for the day when H1B visas are terminated, work visas are outlawed, and all the Pajeets get rounded up and put on slow boats back to their shit-encrusted subcontinent.

>>381673
>Pajeet is a plague
Yup. In a nutshell.

Hello. I'm your new H1B coworker.

Don't be afraid to lie about job experience either especially if it is an entry level job.

Based chink.

Weird, I thought the site prompted you when the images have already been posted. Oh well

>>382254
The three tight Twilights are all different images. The others are dupes. I asked the supercomputer to confirm and it did.

>>382255
Yes, but the gender-swapped Rainbow Dash is the same image

Yep, theres horsepussy on the top

muh' horse crew
all heil poner püß

>>382323
I'm going to sleep everypony.

>>382324
translation: "I have been btfo'd on mlpol for the 4,978th time, so I am going to raid my uncle's facebook page for more reaction images, while sitting in the dark frantically refreshing the thread to see if anyone has replied to me"

>>382323
Do it.

>>382326
Its not my call, but the case is making its self

Specifically, the point at which other people who are hjaving a genuine discussion have to say "Oh, you're the boomer faggot" and discussion ceases (because the discussion was growing increasingly disingenuous), that becomes a problem. It stands to reason that people be informed in advance that their interlocutor is arguing in bad faith by designating to their counter-parties that the user in question is a designated faggot

>>382329
I hope the mods keep him from shitting up /1ntr/ again when he tries to avoid the flag.

>>381981
>They couldn't even defend Syria.
If the same Syrians are not willing to fight for their land and whole Syrian army took bribes to drop their weapons and abandon their positions, nothing can be done. Arabs are a lost case and deserve as a race to go into oblivion.
>It was already an agrarian country.
Not so. Jets, turbines, missiles, and all kind of shit came from the Ukro land.
>Slavtards aren't white
Debatable.
>And both Russians and Ukrainians are basically the same race.
True.
>Ukraine was raped and used as a meat-shield by western kikes.
True, but I have a strong suspicion that both, the White House and the Kremlin play in the same (((team))) and only pretend to be enemies.
>Wouldn't describe the classic Russian attrition strategy as a "blitzkrieg".
My bad, I inverted the meaning, sorry.

>>381988
>They have the industry, the manpower, the battle hardened troops, largest nuclear force in the world
They are running a war economy.

The sanctions did failed expectacularly and Russia successfully decoupled. And we don't know if the US could transition(lel) to a war economy as smoothly, considering the industrial problems we face.

But we still have the second largest industrial base after China and the biggest economy.
>better aircraft
Lmao
>The US cannot challenge Russia in Ukraine or anywhere near. US ships would get Oreshniked if they got too uppity.
Regional power ≠ peer rival.

America's power projection capabilities are unmatched. But the defender obviously has the advantage.
>They wouldn't even have to attack the US directly
They literally can't tho. Only pissrael is actually retarded enough to use nooks for anything other than deterrence.
>China
I thought we were talking about Russia.

This appeasement is just the US shifting gears towards China because they are the bigger threat. The US doesn't want to come out scarred from fighting Russia while China is building up their fleet at enormous speed.

>>382015
>Not so. Jets, turbines, missiles, and all kind of shit came from the Ukro land.
Fair enough.
>True, but I have a strong suspicion that both, the White House and the Kremlin play in the same (((team))) and only pretend to be enemies.
It is quite convenient to reapproach Russia at this time.

If successful, the US could isolate China. Russia would decouple from Iran and act as a counterweight against Turkey, benefitting our (((greatest ally))).
Moscow already has a good relationship with India. So this could help IMEC while also thwarting the belt and road initiative.

I don't think this was the plan all along. But they might have struck a deal at this point. I wonder what the cope is going to be for "muh multipolarity" faggots if it does happen.

>Queen Ukrainian refugee
"We are not used to work" and we are in search of host country without that requirement"

>>382121
That women are shallow, materialistic lazy thots isn't exactly news. The real story behind this video is that it finally puts the meme about cute Ukranian waifus to rest. This bitch unironically looks like Lurch from the Addams Family.

So true, so true.

Mr. Trump's envoy to Russia didn't fare well. He was kept waiting 8 hours for Mr. Putin to show up.

EMERGENCY RED ALERT! - THIS IS ENDGAME FOR CANADA - CARNEY IS THE GRIM REAPER
Frank Vaughan
https://frankvaughan.ca/emergency-red-alert-this-is-endgame-for-canada-carney-is-the-grim-reaper/
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v6FpJWBwGok
20 Minutes

>Turns out there are X/twitter outages and tech problems, localized at least somewhat in Canada and the UK. It seems to be up now, but something fishy is definitely happening.

>Mark Carney has used various loopholes caused by voting for a party instead of a PM to get himself in as the new Prime Minister
>This is bullshit, and it is legal bullshit.
>The vote was limited to members of the Liberal party
>He wasn't voted in to be a member of parliament first
>They opened voting in the Liberal party vote to anyone, including non-citizens (since it's not technically a federal election, only an in-party election), and down to as young as 14.
>Very low voter turnout for an in-party election since many people who signed up to vote, likely to make sure Carney didn't become the next PM, never received their voting instructions.
>This means that Carney / The Liberals just raised tons of money all at once with zero responsibility for the money.
>The Liberals were already on track to lose so hard that they'll almost certainly no longer even be a legal party at the end of the next election, so why would they hold back any dirty tricks?
>Carney is a guy who spent most of the last decade destroying the UK's economy.

>Pierre seems to have lost his momentum and persuasive edge with the switcheroo from Trudeau to Carnie.
>>Carnie and the liberals stepping away from Trudeau represent the crazy ones claiming to be less about Carbon Tax ideas, and more about moving towards more fiscally responsible government.
<Mild needle shift that they represent, I worry that the people who will only ever look at Liberal party candidates will point to this and say “Sure, Trudeau might have been a bit much, but these guys are proper liberals!”. Not all will believe this, but they'll have to be the kind of person willing to fight through a very uncomfortable examination of the way things are.
<Pierre isn't talking a lot about the scale and extremity of the crime problem in Canada. This includes massive drug production and international money laundering. The drug production is actually sent out around the world, and it seems to serve the interests of China.

>Poilievre is in favour of the tariff fight
>He's in favour of more Ukraine war aid
>>Moving towards WW3
>He based most of his campaign on the key phrases of the Carbon Tax and being anti-Trudeau.
>The liberals stole his momentum by replacing Trudeau with Carnie, and then having people who were seen to publicly distance themselves from Trudeau talk about ending the tax themselves.

>As long as the current government doesn't declare an emergency, we're supposed to get a federal election in October 2024. But it can be pushed to October 2025. Or further.

>The actual audience at political debates isn't retarded. When Frank here was at political debates running in his riding, he pointed out how the other parties were all at their core the same and only disagreed with the degrees to which The Narrative should be imposed. The audience at the debates gave him thunderous applause.
<So, at least the actual people aren't retarded. Just the constructed narrative. There's more to a country's politics than what the politicians and media are saying.
<Remember, there are WAY more immigrants and visibly non-Canadian ethnicities in Canada than in most other countries. They tend to vote Left or Far Left. Few people complaining about voting patterns on a country remember to highlight this.

Fortress North America is the only not-horrific option I see.

>>382034
We have worse tariff bullshit happening to us from China, but the politicians aren't saying a peep about that. The tariffs don't matter. What matters is that there are interests who want the distended skinsuit that was once Canada to be rallied in some sort of conflict with the US.

>>382214
>...October 2024. But it can be pushed to October 2025
Change that to Oct '25 and Oct '26, respectively. Then, the Emergency Powers give them another bag of tricks they can use to hold on to power longer, though I do not know the details.

Frankly, I'm surprised they're still bothering to put the appearance of following the rules on at all.

>...there are WAY more immigrants and visibly non-Canadian ethnicities in Canada than in most other countries.
Proportionally. There are far more than can be integrated, such that I don't think it's politically expedient to even give lip service to the idea anymore.

>>382034
A salient argument! And yes, Trudeau has run out of verbal capital; his account is being called in. He has sent alot of verbal checks, and now his guararantor is saying "Yeah, you're an idiot".
as should have happened long ago, but today
Governor Trudeau is being delt with precisely as a FidelCastro plant should expect.
Canada needs Jesus

It won't last long.

>>382216
>Canada needs Jesus
More like Canada needs literally Hitler.

>>382303
Canada's new immigration minister, btw.
Every Single Time.