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Bowie, Madonna, Lo Brincos, The Clash, Dusty Springfield, Nirvana, Kraftwerk, X, The Cure, manolo Escobar o Nancy Sinatra unidos por el Surf. Versiones de temas populares del siglo XX en formato instrumental y reverberado. Playlist; The Charades (Like a virgin), Los Coronas (Polk salad Annie), The Mobsmen (Flamenco), Los Pataconas (Mi carro), Southern Culture on the Skids (Come as you are-Lucifer Sam), The Phantom Four (In the forest), The Tomorrowmen (Moonage daydream), Messer Chups (The model), Ramonetures (Los Angeles), The Cocktail Preachers (Rudie cant fail), Los Straitjackets (Moon river), The Sir Finks (These boots are made for walking), Golden Zombies (Stay), The Ventures (Son of a preacher man), The Shadows (Perfidia) y The Imperial Surfers (Si yo tuviera un martillo).

 
Who would have guessed that the Holocaust wouldn’t make for a perfectly peachy board game for the little German children of the Third Reich? As it turns out, getting rid of all the Jews just isn’t that much fun. (Of course, given sound game design principles, just about anything...

MyCKs Sato painted this charming watercolor image. It's set near the camphor tree at the heart of the Hundred Acre Wood, where a flying ace dog and a wizard's apprentice take a day off from their labors.

He also painted this image for the Pokémon fans among us. Who's the girl?

(Revenge of the Blue Fairy t-shirt now on sale at the NeatoShop)

We may have gotten used to the Disney versions of classic fairy tales when we were children. It's a good thing because the original sources for those movies were horrifying. An authentic Pinocchio movie would go from a G rating straight to an R. Carlo Collodi, the author of The Adventures of Pinocchio, composed his work in 1881 and 1882. It features Pinocchio beating Jiminy Cricket to death with a hammer:

At these last words, Pinocchio jumped up in a fury, took a hammer from the bench, and threw it with all his strength at the Talking Cricket.

Perhaps he did not think he would strike it. But, sad to relate, my dear children, he did hit the Cricket, straight on its head.

With a last weak “cri-cri-cri” the poor Cricket fell from the wall, dead!

Pinocchio suffered a lot, too. Did the Disney movie show him getting his feet burned off? Collodi's original did:

As he no longer had any strength left with which to stand, he sat down on a little stool and put his two feet on the stove to dry them. There he fell asleep, and while he slept, his wooden feet began to burn. Slowly, very slowly, they blackened and turned to ashes.

You can read more about the terrifying adventures of the wooden puppet at Today I Found Out.

-via VA Viper

In ancient Greek Mythology, there were 9 Muses--goddesses that inspired artists and scholars in different fields, including poetry, comedy, astronomy, and history. Prudent people would venerate them in the hope of receiving inspiration.

Gemma Correll has expanded the pantheon to include 4 muses for modern needs. I’m not sure that they should all be welcome. Sangria, I can function perfectly well without you. Directioneriaa, no one needs for you to exist. No offense.

If there is a muse of finding 2 more things to post on the blog when it’s 10 PM and I’m out of ideas, I would like to get to know her.

Autofoto en la gala de los Oscar (2014)



Kevin Maguire deja descansar la PS4 un rato (2014)


(Y recuerda, si lo has visto en otro sitio antes es que nos han copiado vía taquiones. Y si lo has visto en muchísimos otros sitios antes, es que los taquiones son muy poderosos)

by Megh Wright

According to Variety, while Fallon was expected to do well as new host of The Tonight Show, just how well he's been doing has risen far above previous expectations. Last week's late night Nielsen ratings have come in, and The Tonight Show raked in an average of 4.26 million viewers, easily beating out Kimmel (2.83 million) and Letterman (2.78 million) and up ahead of Leno's ratings from a year ago by 27% in total viewers. Kimmel's final Austin show fared pretty well with a 3.46 viewers average, making it his third most watched episode ever behind the 2013 Matt Damon takeover and last month's Scandal return episode. As for Seth Meyers and the Late Night crew, the show's third week beat out Ferguson with 1.94 million viewers and was up 35% from Fallon's ratings a year ago, though it dropped slightly from its previous week's average of 2.07 million. Either way, it looks like NBC's new late night shows are off to a surprisingly excellent start.

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1. Symbol of ever-lasting relationship

How awesome is that feeling when your book is well-loved that the pages are falling out? Even more so, the sign of wonderfully appreciated binded pages have creases and stains on it. That is the epitome of a book cherished over the years through thick and thin. It is probably the longest relationship you had in your life and that is a good thing.

 2. Sexual seduction

Every book lover or anyone who loves books understands the sexual seduction aroused from spotting another fellow reader on the streets, subway or in your favourite café while sipping coffee. The intense focus on the words before them just takes your breath away almost always every instance.

3. Conversation beginner

With a book visibly seen, you can strike up a conversation with a complete stranger. You will probably make a new friend at the end of the 37 minutes long conversation! You start off being awkward but progressively becoming more animated with your hand gestures while describing scenes and characters. If you had it your way, the conversation would last the entire night and then some.

4. Your best friend

It had you at the first line. You cried tears and shared laughter together. Falling asleep on its shoulder was a norm. It was your travel buddy during the long boring flights. It was your source of knowledge and the seed to grand imaginations. In other words, it was your best friend. Perhaps, it was even your baby. Would you rather cradle your precious fragile book or the hard and cold e-book device?

5. Family heirloom

If you are lucky enough, you have had this particular book that has been passed down from generations to generations. It was your family’s heritage. Rich in history, this book holds the emotional bond between the past, present and future. This is THE book that you will pass onto your kids during their wedding day. Your children will, hopefully, hand this down to their own babies.

6. Guardian of knowledge

A traditional book is still more reliable compared to applications or technological devices. Look at the ancient civilizations where they store their closely guarded secrets and knowledge in books. These books survived the sandstorms, hurricanes and other natural disasters waiting to be rediscovered again. These knowledge are well-preserved that we are still learning from them. Without these ancient books, most knowledge would be lost. So, sit back and allow the realization of being surrounded by ancient text overwhelm your thoughts. Now, can a fast reading app have the same effect? I don’t think so.

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7. An ode to time and space

Words are forever etched on the paper. You can read it over and over and over again at your own pace, place and time. Insomnia is more bearable when you have passages of seamlessly beautiful ideas sewn together. You can read it at any age. With a reading application, online books need to be downloaded and may be lost over time as you change devices. Books, though, are here to stay. They are yours, all at your fingertips.

8. Onion-like properties

Anyone, who knows the properties of an onion, knows the layerful of onion that can make your tear up within seconds. A good author uses the same technique with great effect. Plots with well-developed characters and double meaning contain much cryptic clues and signs. Some stories make you laugh while others make you gripe with fear. Of course, Nicholas Spark-like scripts are designed to drain your tear ducts.

9. Jumping Jack

Books have a superpower of transporting you to another realm when you get too absorbed by the plotline. Hours passed by and seemed like seconds. Mealtimes are skipped without hesitation because you have to know what is in the next chapter. The endings become too important; the anxiety is too much to bear that you jump straight to the last few pages to satisfy your curiosity. After reading, you flip back to that particular chapter to refresh your short-term memory on the details you forgotten about. Flipping the pages about is fun yet annoying; a fast reading application will can only load according to the pages you select and only if the wifi is available. Shame.

10. Reminder of roses

With the world seemingly in a whirlpool, everything has to be instant. Instant food, instant cash and instant success. We live in such a fast-paced society that 24 hours in a day is never enough! The instant gratification thirst we develop only serves to create more success. We are already impatient enough. Besides, quicker does not mean better. Has instant food taste as good as mum’s homemade stewed soup? Slow down and smell the roses. Enjoy the painstaking effort the author has invested to bring you a respite from reality. So, take your sweet time to hug yourself with these beautiful poetry of words. Read with your own eyes, not with an app.

Unless you’re a privileged asshole who’s been living under a rock for the past weeks, you’ve probably heard of Belle Knox, the brave and empowered Duke University student who went into the porn industry to pay her student loans. Like her, all women should do porn (at least once). Here’s 5 reasons why:

1. It’s Empowering

For thousands of years female sexuality was repressed by the Patriarchy. In some cases, to such a monumental degree that it was deemed unladylike to expose your body in public, talk about naughty deets from the latest banquet (ancient equivalent of frat parties), or have sex with multiple men at the same time. Thanks to the work of feminists everywhere and little magic pill (that I love to pop), we are now free to get reamed, humped and pumped until we pass out. Sure, we still have a long way to go, the pill is still not free, abortions are still not free and easily accessible and rape, (both physical and emotional) is still being committed millions of times a day.

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Video of her performing after the jump.

Yes, the omnipresent behemoth that is the patriarchy still holds most of the control with its grubby hands, but what better way to take back the control of our own bodies and how they are viewed than to disrobe, seduce a man and get our cheeks clapped on film? To reclaim your body, your sexuality and your sex appeal is truly is a powerful way to stick it to the patriarchy, to challenge the way society views female bodies and to just live, laugh, and make love.

2. Because, The Sex

It seems like its getting harder and harder to find good men, or rather, men who can do you, good. Nowadays mother nature seems to spit out from her lush life-sheathe, mostly yucky, short, narrow shouldered, nice-guy-creeps with chippie-titties and ciggie-breath. And while these saps serve a purpose of giving us boosts of confidence and maybe a chic necklace here and there, we all agree that we need real men to take us in the fast lane to poundtown.

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If you’re out there reading this article and know that your porn use is spiraling out of control; if you ‘re slowly but surely beginning to act out your darkest fantasies or finding it harder to control your urges, it's time for you to take back control of your life.

The men you will meet in porn are H-O-T. They are the kind of guys who won’t hesitate throw you down, call you some totally naughty and degrading, yet delish names and then like, just have his way with you. Ravish you. The fact that there’s a juicy eggplant growing in his musty downstairs garden doesn’t hurt either. You will be gasping for breath, mascara will run down your face and you won’t be able to sit for a week after a totally drooltastic scene, but then when the producers calls and asks you get ready for another lecherous scene, you’ll want to do it all over again. I mean it.

3. The Attention

Attention like is a strong , cute cocktail. It makes you giddy, dazed and you just can’t enough of it. Doing porn, you’ll get really drunk, nay, shit-faced. The cameras, the flashes, the searing eyes of the producers, it’s intoxicating. And once the video goes live, there will be an endless stream of reactions, both on and offline.

At school the cute jocks will catcall and make raunchy gestures, other girls will give you evil looks, jealous of your literally banging body and how smooth and radiant your inner thigh flesh looked in your latest ass-to-mouth scene. Waves of likes will wash against the shores of your Social media accounts and you’ll feel so special because of it. You’ll get tons of new followers on twitter, mostly creeps, but still.

You might even become as famous as Bell Knox, get paid for interviews, and become the voice of young, strong women everywhere.

4. The Experience

If you’re a fearless, young and feisty young woman in her twenties, like myself, you’ll never back down from a new experience.

You’ll meet so many bubbly new people, bisexuals, transexuals, pansexuals, polyamorous individuals (sometimes of color), you name it, and they’ll all love you for doing what you do and being who you are. You’ll never have to apologize for your choices, You’ll be showered with compliments from everyone around you. Whether it’s from the cute camera man with the goatee, the badboy set-location driver with the IDGAF attitude, you’ll always have moments when you truly feel like a princess, a naughty, nasty, little princess.

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Booze and pills will cascade into your mouth and nose, all for free, without charge, gratis. You’ll dance on set in the darkest of night, naked and free, and take shameless selfies with fluids that a forensic scientist couldn’t even identify, splattered all over your empowered body. And that’s okay. Your youth is all about fun, don’t let the Patriarchy take that away from you with its greedy hands. Experience life.

Write your story. Life is your book. Every book needs a few deliciously sinful pages with a couple of questionable stains on them.

5. The Dough

Found a cute top at Zaras but the price is a bit steep? Do a girl on girl scene with that French ebony performer Shaqyaura Preuvelliegé, that you’ve heard so much about.

Want to get your hair and nails done but find yourself a little short on benjamins? Do a kinky BDSM scene and get 50-shades of paid.

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Porn pays well, if you’re good. Soon you’ll have enough dough to bake bread for a whole army, (after they all run a train on you of course.) Sure, it won’t make you a millionaire over night, so having a supplementary income really helps and keeps you empowered in times of momentary disempowerment. It should be easy enough to get a boyfriend to take care of most of the bills, and if they somehow judge you for your work, they’re just being sexist, misogynist, slut-shaming assholes. Porn is not going to last forever, my advice is to get in and get out, Let yo’ racks get them stacks, and then pursue some strong more stable career in whatever prestigious fields you may wish. The world is our fragrant oyster, afterall.

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Belle Knox is a role model for all young women. All the hatred she has gotten from douchebags and slut-shamers really goes to show what a repressive and misogynist society we live in. If I ever have a daughter I will encourage her to follow in Belle’s footsteps and thus attain the true and absolute zenith of empowerment.

Nowadays most people’s favorite bar is located in their own home.  While there are plenty of reasons to make cocktails at home, one of the most prevalent reasons is that most would prefer not to spend upwards of $10-15 per drink. Affordable-online-colleges.com saw this trend of price-conscious drinkers, especially among students, and decided to make the following handy infographic for those looking to enjoy great cocktails on a budget.

Source: Affordable-Online-Colleges.net

O Consello da Cultura Galega acolle os vindeiros 3 e 4 de abril un simposio internacional sobre a figura do frade bieito tudense, que a mediados do século XIX levantou unha misión en Australia e chegou a ser bispo de Perth. Neste ano celébrase o bicentenario do seu nacemento.

A compañía estreará o 31 de marzo a súa nova montaxe, Viaxe ao país dos ananos, coa que celebrarán os vinte anos das Ultranoites e coa que percorrerán a historia de Galicia das últimas décadas.

“Junto con el revisionismo nacionalcatólico y el liberalismo ultrameapilas, ha resurgido el antiguo fantasma de la masonería, cosa que aprovechamos para recordar a los lectores menos preparados que siempre pasa cuando se trata de echarle la culpa a alguien de todos los errores que supuestamente se han cometido por culpa de la Razón desde los tiempos de la Revolución Francesa. Convertida la masonería en el supervillano preferido de estas fuerzas, junto a la nefasta influencia que los judíos han ejercido sobre Occidente, tenemos a una serie de figuras fanáticas que no cejan en seguir hablando de la «conjura judeo-masónica», que es el origen de todos los males habidos y por haber en el mundo, sobre todo en España, porque desde los primeros españoles descendientes de Adán y Eva, hemos sido el ojito derecho del Cielo. No se rían, que para algo España se consagró al Sagrado Corazón de Jesús, en una ceremonia que posiblemente sea la más importante del catolicismo mágico; nada menos que la monarquía, auspiciada por el papa Benedicto XV, todo el gobierno y más de catorce mil personas asistieron a la consagración, que leyó el propio Alfonso XIII, seguido de la bendición papal, que incluía indulgencia plenaria. Mientras el público gritaba «¡Viva el rey católico!, ¡viva España!», quedaba inaugurado el monolito sobre el Cerro de los Ángeles y en él la inscripción que nos ha hecho famosos; Cristo diciendo «Reinaré en España». La invocación nacional quedaba sellada y España protegida, como si se hubiera untado de ajo contra los vampiros del proletariado, si se nos permite el símil.”

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Ocultismo Ibérico. Grace Morales & Galactus.

España es Sobrenatural. 2009.

 

O xoves 20 de marzo tódalas cabeceiras galegas e españolas da prensa destacaban que un de cada catro españois que viven fóra de España é galego, ou o que é o mesmo, que o 25% dos emigrados no exterior son galegos.

Os datos, difundidos polo INE (Instituto Nacional de Estatística), corresponden ao padrón de españois residentes no extranxeiro no 2013.

Ese case medio millón (479.558 emigrados) de galegos inscritos como residentes no extranxeiro convértenos na comunidade autónoma con máis traballadores fóra das nosas fronteiras. Ademáis o INE difunde o dato de que en Galicia, ata o 1 de xaneiro de 2014, emigraron 15.746 persoas máis que no ano anterior.

Galicia si é, categóricamente, a campiona española, a número un, a mellor marca en algo, e sen embargo, a Galega, a televisión autonómica dos galegos, pasa por alto a noticia en tódolos informativos do 20 de marzo.

http://ccaa.elpais.com/ccaa/2014/03/20/galicia/1395318083_265413.html

http://www.lavozdegalicia.es/noticia/emigracion/2014/03/20/480000-gallegos-viven-extranjero/00031395310532822668970.htm

http://www.farodevigo.es/galicia/2014/03/21/cuatro-espanoles-residentes-exterior-gallego/990239.html

http://www.laregion.es/articulo/sociedad/cada-espanoles-residentes-extranjero-gallego/20140320133156450830.html

http://www.laopinioncoruna.es/galicia/2014/03/21/cuatro-espanoles-residen-exterior-galicia/823288.html

http://www.lavanguardia.com/vida/20140320/54404272189/uno-de-cada-cuatro-espanoles-residentes-en-el-extranjero-es-gallego.html

Sen embargo, o día anterior, o día 19 de marzo, no telexornal mediodía si consideraron contar que dos 28 paises europeos España é o séptimo máis feliz. Mesmo foi avanzado en titulares ás 14.43 h. Para os responsables da Galega importa máis que os españois sexamos os sétimos dun total de 28, a que os galegos lideremos o podio español en algo.

É posible que, cumplindo a función de servicio público, quen esqueceu contar que os galegos somos os máis emigrantes, non quixera fastidiarlles aos galegos o día internacional da felicidade. A felicidade! Que estado pracenteiro!

http://www.crtvg.es/informativos/hoxe-celebrase-o-dia-mundial-da-felicidade-776040

 

Arquivado en:O que non se deu Tagged: Emigración, Europa, Felicidade, Galegos, Galicia, INE, Sociedade

Unha testemuña do sumario 5542/2013 (no que está imputados sete concelleiros de Santiago ao fío da Pokemon) denunciou no xulgado ameazas da Policía. Tamén relata varias presuntas ilegalidades na contratacións do Concello. Ademais, dá detalles da guerra interna no PP e da vida privada de varios dos imputados. Fontes próximas a Rebeca Domínguez negan, en declaracións a GC, estas acusacións.

http://www.buzzfeed.com/mrloganrhoades/man-goes-to-magic-the...

If you’re the kind of person who keeps up with UFO spiritualists, you’ll know Raëlians as the group who believe that Earth was created by a vastly superior alien civilization. According to its French founder, a racecar driver and singer-songwriter named Raël, the aliens (called Elohim) created humans in their own image and have been guiding us throughout history with the help of messengers—humans they’ve had special contact with. If you guessed these messengers include people with names like Jesus and Buddha, you guessed right.

But while that might sound far-fetched to some, they also believe in the importance of pleasure—sexual or otherwise—in the pursuit of spiritual growth. And that sounds pretty reasonable. This stance has led them to create a nonprofit called Clitoraid, which champions reconstructive surgery for victims of female circumcision in the developing world. This month they opened their first “Pleasure Hospital” in Burkina Faso, where world-class surgeons will treat women for free, rebuilding their clitorises to give them the ability to orgasm. After speaking to Clitoraid’s smoky-voiced French communications director, Nadine Gary, it’s hard to deny that this sexy group of UFO enthusiasts are the best dudes in Africa.

VICE: Hey, Nadine. How’s the Pleasure Hospital coming along?
Nadine Gary: Oh, it’s going great. It’s the last stretch, and there's a lot going on. The equipment is set up. The patients are being taken care of for medical visits before their operation. Everything is coming together, really.

Are you open yet?
We opened on the second or third of March. Surgeons from the United States came on the first, and that’s when we started treating people. We’d never treated anybody in that hospital before.

That’s exciting. Why did you call it the Pleasure Hospital?
Because, really, that’s what it’s about. It’s about restoring pleasure—sexual pleasure. We know we’re putting our finger on a taboo. Women’s sexuality has always been something people look down upon, that women feel guilty about. With that psyche of feeling so guilty, so ashamed, they go to the extent of cutting off somebody’s clitoris. We want to restore women’s integrity and women’s beauty. Part of the woman's duty is her sexuality, which is very noble.

There is no doubt the reconstruction is vital, but is sexual pleasure a priority in the developing world when women are still dying in childbirth?
Are you saying that orgasms are not necessary for women's health?

You can see how some people might argue that.
Oh, wow. You know pleasure is an integral part of life. Everything that we do is our pleasure. You calling me right now is out of pleasure, either because you are interested in the subject or just doing this because you need to make a living. Sometimes we do things out of indirect pleasure, and sometimes we do things out of direct pleasure. When we eat, when we sleep, when we watch a sunset, and when we make love. And this is what balances our mind. It’s so important to a person’s psychology, to a person’s balance. When someone’s clitoris has been removed, some of her balancing effect, some of the pleasure—she doesn’t have that. That’s taken away a lot of her, you know, the balance in her brain.

That sounds very Raëlian. How closely are you working with that movement?
Personally, I am a woman priest in the Raëlian movement. I’m also a volunteer and the communications director for Clitoraid. And what the Raëlian movement has done for me and my involvement in Clitoraid is that their philosophy has no taboos about sexuality and it really encourages people to feel pleasure and enhance the pleasure in their lives. To me, this is really an answer for Clitoraid, to be associated with a philosophy that’s not going to make them feel guilty about anything, and certainly not their sexuality.

Of course, there are many charities around the world. The Christian religion does a wonderful thing in feeding and taking care of the poor, but one thing it cannot do because of its values is encourage people to enjoy their sexuality, or recover their sexual pleasure. That’s because of the guilt in their religion. The Raëlian philosophy is a positive thing. Whether a woman is Raëlian, Muslim, Christian, or Buddhist, she will still get the benefits of the philosophy that will support her in her sexuality.

But, you know, we’re not there to preach the philosophy. We are, however, there to give people the benefit of it.

How central is orgasm to Raëlian philosophy?
Pleasure is the most important part of the Raëlian philosophy, but the central part is simply explaining that life on planet Earth was created scientifically by people like us. Ladies like us and men who were created in their image. When you enjoy your clitoris, you can think that women creators have a clitoris just like you and have created you in their image, so you can enjoy yourself like they enjoy themselves. So is orgasm central to the Raëlian philosophy? Yes. You know we don’t masturbate every second of the day, but we don’t shy from it.

How did the Raëlians end up coming to Africa?
Oh, I have to tell you the story. Raël, the head of the Raëlian philosophy, was in Africa in 2003. He was taking a tour of West Africa and speaking about happiness and self-esteem. During several of his talks the subject of circumcision came about, and he casually asked, “Are there any circumcised women in the audience?” And, you know, some of the women stood up! He realized this was a major problem. We all know about the prevention method the United Nations is advocating, but no one is taking care of the women already circumcised who hate it.

He heard about this surgery and said, “Maybe we could build a hospital in Africa somewhere and offer the surgery to women.” It started like this, and little by little the charity was put together. Ten years later, here we are opening the hospital.

As you mentioned, there is a lot of prevention work in Africa focusing on genital mutilation. Why do you think it’s taken so long to focus on the women who have already suffered it?
Part of it was that the technology was not really there. Until 15 years ago, that surgery was nonexistent, so there was nothing to offer them. And once it became existent, there were still taboos around sexuality. You know, for example, in England the surgery is not offered, but it is in France.

What the UK government is offering women is simply to restore the ease in penetration. Many women have had the vagina sewn together, which is excruciating and makes intercourse horrifically painful. They offer to open the women's vaginas so they can have normal penetration but are not addressing their pleasure.

Do you think if you weren’t so open with your focus on pleasure and orgasm, some of those processes would be easier to get off the ground?
I think this is precisely the point. The world has a problem because there is a taboo—if you show too much sexuality, automatically you’re a bad girl.

We take it as part of our education, so Clitoraid wants to make a point: Don’t cut clitorores literally, but don’t cut the clitoris culturally, either. In America many women feel guilty about their sexuality, about being over sexual. You need the right balance so you’re taken seriously. Women struggle, but men don't.

I like what you said about it not being a solely physical thing—it’s social and emotional as well. After surgery do you have programs for women in the community to reclaim their sexuality?
Oh, yes. When we say “Pleasure Hospital,” we’re saying we’re helping women surgically, but we are also helping women with sexual therapy. Helping them and their husbands or their partners. All of this needs to be retaught. When people have not enjoyed their sexuality it’s difficult to open up, and this needs to be worked out with a professional.

And yes, in the community, we have women involved with Clitoraid in Africa who go around to villages and give sexual education the women can understand; it’s amazing. They open their eyes wide, and they ask questions. And all of this happens between women. We have to teach one another and not feel bad about it.

What are your long-term goals beyond eradicating female circumcision?
What we’re trying to teach, first of all, is for women not to be mutilated anymore. This is the most important part. Women are being tortured, and that needs to stop. Then we want to remove taboos and create a balanced society where women are respected and not thought of as sluts.

Would all of this be easier if you didn’t have the Raëlian reputation in the background?
We are not asking ourselves these kinds of question. What we see are women coming to us wanting to get their integrity back. They are not asking us, “Are you Raëlian? What are you?” They’re just saying, “What is the surgery about? I want this.” We never ask ourselves whether it would make a difference if we were a traditional or mainstream religion—it doesn’t matter. It’s humans helping other humans.

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It happens dozens, hundreds, maybe thousands of times every day: Someone compares someone else to Adolf Hitler. Sometimes this accusation is leveled as a result of a dictatorial strongman invading a country or a public figure advocating genocide—behavior that is, admittedly, at least a little bit Hitler-ish. But more often, the person accused of being Hitler just acted bossy or cruel while, for example, making Transformers 3.

Some who play the Hitler card are trying to be funny or controversial in order to get attention; others are just trying to say, “This person is very, very, very bad.” Usually, the comparison backfires horribly and the comparer inevitably has to issue a public statement that says something like, “That person who I said was like Hitler is very, very, very bad—but he or she is not Hitler-esque. I’m sorry.” A good rule of thumb is to never, ever call anyone Hitler, since you’ll end up apologizing and there are far more creative and specific ways to insult your enemies. (And anyway, Hitler is often just a generic term meant to connote ultimate evil rather than an accurate comparison with the real, historical German dictator.)

These individual accusations of Hitler-dom are pretty boring, but their sheer quantity points to an interesting question: Who in world history is the most like Hitler? That’s a complicated, subjective, probably unanswerable query, and like all such queries, it can only be solved through a March Madness–style bracket. In honor of the college basketball tournament that begins this week, we made just such a bracket, utilizing a complex formula to seed the potential Hitlers and an even more complex formula to determine the winners of each matchup (that is, we just sort of made the whole thing up).

Here is how that imaginary tournament played out:

DEAD PERSON REGION

Adolf Hitler (1) – What can you say about Adolf Hitler that hasn’t already been said? He's responsible for the deaths of tens of millions and started the worst war of the 20th century. People hate him so much that they fantasize about traveling back in time and killing him. A strong number-one seed.
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Slobodan Milosevic (8) – This war-crimes-committing asshole was widely compared to Hitler in the lead-up to the NATO intervention in Kosovo in the late 90s, but he was more of a Hitler wannabe than anything—and being a failed genocidal maniac is almost worse than being a successful one.

Joseph Stalin (2) – Stalin never quite achieved the status of legendary evil in the popular imagination that the Third Reich's leader did, but it wasn’t for lack of trying. He murdered even more people than Hitler, through purges and starvation, and even changed the official version of history after he executed former allies for treason—a practice chillingly echoed by a modern-day Russian textbook that called the dictator’s acts “rational.” Maybe his mustache wasn’t distinctive enough for him to receive icon status?
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Saddam Hussein (7) – Back in 1990, George H. W. Bush gave a speech in which he implied that the Iraqi dictator was worse than Hitler in some respects. Years later, George W. Bush picked up the Hitler comparisons where his dad left off, and that overblown rhetoric likely helped encourage the invasion of Iraq, which was one of the biggest foreign-policy blunders in American history. Whoops.

Mao Zedong (3) – Mao, Stalin, and Hitler are the top three mass murderers of the 20th century, and Mao is actually number one in terms of bodies buried, with 60 million. All three were evil, evil men, but Mao holds a special place in the minds of conservatives, who frequently remind everyone that a communist—a left-winger!—killed the most people of anyone ever. What’s more, that commie is still officially venerated in China, which once gave a blogger for the right-wing Heritage Foundation the opportunity to insinuate that Obama would have bowed before Hitler: “Would President Obama be so ready to kowtow to China if in the middle of Beijing there was a mausoleum of Hitler and, hanging from the gate to the Forbidden City, a giant swastika?”
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Pol Pot (6) – The Khmer Rouge leader presided over a genocide that killed well over a million people, many of whom starved to death, but the event never acquired the notoriety of Hitler’s Holocaust—maybe because it was the Vietnamese and not Western forces who toppled the regime? Anyway, fuck Pol Pot.

Andrew Jackson (4) – The guy on the $20 bill is traditionally celebrated in the US—he was a champion of the common people and of giving the right to vote to all (White male) citizens! He had a big block of cheese that he let visitors eat! But he also really liked slavery and advocated Indian removal (the brutal expulsion of native peoples to lands west of the Mississippi River, a policy that amounted to massive ethnic cleansing). After a few decades of revisionist history, Jackson is sufficiently controversial that the Los Angeles Times once ran an opinion piece about him headlined “Hero or American Hitler?”
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Osama bin Laden (5) – Much like Hitler, no bogeyman dominated the American public imagination as bin Laden did when he was alive. On the other hand, it wasn’t like anyone was worried the al Qaeda leader was ever going to conquer the US.

In the Dead Person region, Pol Pot makes a strong showing thanks to his brutality and his disregard for human life—few can match that level of evil. Unfortunately for him, Hitler is one of those few, and the Führer handily out-Hitlerled Pol Pot on his way to the Final Four.

LIVING POLITICIAN REGION

Kim Jong-un (1) – North Korea’s glorious leader may not be nearly as powerful as Hitler was in his heyday, but there’s no doubt Kim’s regime has committed (and continues to commit) horrific acts—including, according to a February report from the UN, “extermination, murder, enslavement, torture, imprisonment, rape, forced abortions and other sexual violence, persecution on political, religious, racial and gender grounds, the forcible transfer of populations, the enforced disappearance of persons, and the inhumane act of knowingly causing prolonged starvation.” No one who hasn’t been brainwashed will shed any tears if Kim meets an end similar to Hitler’s.
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Michael Bloomberg (8) – The glorious former mayor of New York City sometimes made decrees like a dictator, but most of them were about banning trans fats and getting people to stop smoking cigarettes—hardly genocidal stuff. That didn’t stop Glenn Beck from depicting Bloomberg making what looked like a Nazi salute. (Beck later claimed that he was actually trying to compare the billionaire to Vladimir Lenin.)

Vladimir Putin (2) – Like Hitler, Putin is an autocrat who threatens neighboring countries; he recently caused an international outcry with his incursion into Crimea. Like Hitler, he’s also fond of using a marginalized group as a scapegoat for his country’s problems (for Putin it’s the homosexuals; for Hitler it was the Jews) and is considered by many to be a serious threat to world peace. So it’s perhaps natural that he’s been compared to the Führer by everyone from Hillary Clinton to protesters in the Czech Republic—but remember, he’s not responsible for the systematic murder of millions, which is a fairly important thing to do if you’re trying to be like Hitler.
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Geert Wilders (7) – The right-wing Dutch politician subscribes to a brand of Islamophobia that bleeds over into outright racism pretty easily—during a recent speech in the Hague, he said that voters in the capital of the Netherlands would like a city with “fewer Moroccans.” This led to a politician from an opposing party comparing Wilders to Hitler, and then, predictably, retracting his statement. Wilders may not be as bad as the worst man who ever lived, but there’s no doubt he’s a shithead.

Bashar al Assad (3) – OK, yes, the embattled Syrian ruler has a little mustache and has used nerve gas on his own people—the latter of which prompted Secretary of State John Kerry to compare him to Hitler. But while al Assad is a butcher, he’s not conquering other nations as Hitler was; he can’t even hold his own country (which he inherited from his father) together. Pretty weak for a strongman if you ask me.
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Mahmoud Ahmadinejad (6) – According to Wikileaks cables given to Der Spiegel, US officials once called the then-president of Iran “Hitler,” though it’s unclear what the context was—were the officials seriously condemning Ahmadinejad for his widely publicized view that the Holocaust was a “myth”? Or did the comments have a more sarcastic tone, like: “Pffft? That guy? Major Hitler. I mean, total Hitler.”

George W. Bush (4) – Remember the early 2000s? Staind was really popular, 90s nostalgia hadn’t really kicked in yet, and people on the left occasionally compared Bush to Hitler. You could argue that America’s 43rd president invaded another country just as the Führer did, but then you’d sound rather stupid—and the people who made that argument did the anti-war movement a huge disservice by making it look like it was full of nutjobs who couldn’t tell the difference between a murderous dictator and an American president who was merely really, really bad at his job.
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Barack Obama (5) – Of course, Obama has been accused of being like Hitler far more often than Bush ever was—by rich men who hate taxes, by Republicans running for governor of California, by talk radio hosts, by Hank Williams, Jr., and even by GOP presidential hopefuls. That suggests that there’s nothing special about Bush or Obama; we’ve just entered an era in which every president from now on will get compared to Hitler. Cool.

The top three seeds were in control of this region, and the only matchup worth really paying attention to is the showdown between the genocidal but relatively weak Kim Jong-un and the merely empire-minded but powerful Vladimir Putin. In the end, Putin’s annexation of Crimea was enough to give him the victory.

NON-HUMAN REGION

Patch the Dog (1) – The "owner says no one calls him by his real name any more and Patch is starting to obey orders as ‘Adolf’ or ‘Hitler,’” according to an article in the Telegraph.
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Hitler Lotion Bottle (8) – This proves the old saying, “Pretty much anything looks like Hitler if you sit around your house eating nothing but magic mushrooms for long enough.”

Kitler the Hitler Kitten (2) – “We rehome five and a half thousand animals every year but we cannot find a loving owner for Kitler. We think her unusual markings [i.e., she looks like Hitler, which is why her name is Kitler] are putting people off.” So says the spokesperson for the shelter that’s home to Kitler, who was quoted in another article in the Telegraph, the UK’s best source for looks-like-Hitler news.
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Adolfish the Goldfish (7) – Patches, Kitler, and this fish are all from the UK, which makes sense—thanks to socialism, the British can spend their days sitting around and pointing out animals that look like Hitler until the sun has set and it’s acceptable to start drinking.

Hitler Teapot (3) – "Every time I see that JC Penny billboard with the teapot, I keep seeing Hitler. Seriously, the thing looks exactly like Hitler," says a Southern Californian commuter who would be right at home in the UK.
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Hitler House (6) – The homeowner told the press, “I don’t really think it looks like Hitler,” but obviously he has to say that, because if people believe your house looks like Hitler, there go your property values, amirite?

Satan (4) – It’s natural to compare Hitler to Satan—heck, a Vatican exorcist once even said most Nazis were possessed by the devil—but Satan isn’t real while Hitler, sadly, is.
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Lord Voldemort (5) – Harry Potter author J.K. Rowling once admitted that “Voldemort is of course a sort of Hitler,” thereby providing a helpful tip to would-be young-adult fiction moguls: Model your villains after history’s greatest monster.

Voldemort defeating Satan is maybe the biggest upset of the entire tournament. But he wasn't going to beat the Hitler Teapot, which—ha ha ha, oh, man, that thing looks just like Hitler. Even the Teapot, however, couldn't Hitler like Patch the Dog, who secretly hates Jews.

NOT-THAT-MUCH-LIKE-HITLER REGION

Jesus Christ (1) – “[Both Jesus and Hitler] could look you in the eye and have an answer for you. There are very few politicians right now that can look you in the eye and you believe it,” says Glenn Beck, who loves making Hitler comparisons.
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A Flight Attendant (8) – Beck is so fond of playing the Hitler card that he once accused an American Airlines attendant of treating him like he was “subhuman,” implying that he (Beck) had been persecuted like the Jews in Hitler’s Europe. :/

Feminists (2) – Remember “Feminazis”? Remember how that was a popular phrase that people said and talked about? Ha ha, politically active women are basically mass murderers. I love the 90s so much, you guys.
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You (7) – You’re probably wondering at this point if you’re like Hitler, so to answer your question: Yes, there is an apparently earnest online quiz you can take to see how much you resemble the Führer.

Republicans (3) – When Al Sharpton compared the entire GOP to Hitler in a 2012 soundbite that quickly made the rounds on the conservative blogosphere, it was probably just an attempt to gin up his ratings through controversy—but there are doubtless plenty of people without their own television shows who believe that anyone with a Romney bumper sticker is basically Joseph Goebbels.
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Adolf Hitler the Child (6) – In 2012, Adolf Hitler was taken from his parents, a pair of self-proclaimed Nazis who had themselves been victims of child abuse. Adolf’s upbringing was so fucked up that, according to a 2012 court report, the seven-year-old child “frequently threatened to kill people.” It’s odd being put in the position of feeling sorry for Adolf Hitler, isn’t it?

Jay Leno (4) – “Jay Leno, much like Adolf Hitler, is a master of making secret demands for foreign territory and then acting like the wronged party. First he pretended that he wanted to annex only the first half-hour of [Conan] O'Brien's Tonight Show. Here he was mimicking Hitler, who insisted that he merely wanted to annex the German-speaking Sudetenland, not all of Czechoslovakia.” That's Joe Queenan writing about the late-night show wars from a few years ago in the Wall Street Journal, a publication that is sometimes crazy as shit.
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Michael Bay (5) – The director “wants to be like Hitler on his sets, and he is. So he's a nightmare to work for," says actress Megan Fox, who has probably never worked with a real genocidal dictator.

There’s a major upset in this region thanks to the weakness of its top seeds. Though he’s essentially nonviolent, Jay Leno’s nearly sociopathic disregard for others in his rise to the top of the late-night-show dog pile was enough to defeat Adolf Hitler the child. As you can see at the bottom of the bracket, it turns out that you, the person reading this, are surprisingly like Hitler.

FINAL FOUR

If you combined them, Patch the Dog, Jay Leno, and Vladimir Putin might make a pretty good approximation of Hitler—Patch has the looks, Putin has the dictatorial authority and world-conquering ambition, and Leno is a world-class dick. But they were no match for the real Adolf Hitler, who was not only insane and genocidal but briefly threatened to actually conquer the world. There can only be one Hitler, thankfully, and it's Hitler.

Full results of the tournament below.

Illustration by Victoria Sin

So Fred Phelps has gone to live with the big fag-hater in the sky. America mourns. The rainbow flags are fluttering at half mast. Really, you can’t overestimate how cut-up the nation is. Who, for example, is left to piss all over the country's dead soldiers? It's a responsibility everyone will have to shoulder together.

Saddest of all, the big ol’ flirt ended his days estranged even from the two dozen people he’d made it his life’s work to keep tame and mute. Excommunicated from his church and emotionally exiled from 99.9 percent of the human race, Fred Phelps died as alone as it is possible for a man to be. Pity him for his grim, motiveless anger, but let’s at least remember him as he would have wanted us to: as a psychotic, sadistic life-wrecker and overall bad egg. He certainly didn’t want your pity, as the following catalogue of ugh will show.

He Once Blew a German Shepherd apart with a Shotgun
Here's a quote from his estranged son, Mark Phelps: “One of my earliest memories was the big ol' German shepherd that belonged to our neighbors. One day it was in our yard, and my father went out and blew it apart with his shotgun.”

But Don't Worry: He Also Won Awards from Civil Rights Groups
Back before there was Fred Phelps, Evil’s real-world avatar, there was Fred Phelps the tough, respected civil rights lawyer. Phelps was remembered as an eloquent, determined opponent, and the same righteous, grizzled croak that hypnotized his small flock when he turned preacher was what hypnotized juries. Phelps Chartered Law, the law firm that still bears his name, retains an office in downtown Topeka, Kansas.

“I was raised in Mississippi. I knew it was wrong, the way those Black people were treated. I instinctively knew it was against the word of God,” recalled the man whose congregation once picketed the funeral of a murdered teen.

Partly because work was thin, Phelps took the cases no one else would touch. In 1960s Topeka, if you were Black and trying to sue your employer for unfair dismissal, chances were you'd be recommended to consult Fred Phelps. He was so successful that he won awards from the NAACP for all that racial-equality advancement.

“He made a fortune on all those cases,” said Joe Douglas Jr., the Black former Topeka fire chief and long-time civil rights activist. “All the businesses hated him because he was so successful. I think if they discriminated against Martians, he would have done those cases. He could make money.”

He Managed to Avoid Looking Too Bad for Ages
Many former clients were gobsmacked when Phelps reinvented himself as the most hated man in America. “I see him out there, and I hear the venom that comes out of his mouth,” Joe Douglas noted. “If you had asked me in the 60s if he would do this, I would have said 'never.'”

He Was a Hypocritical Drug Addict
In the 60s, Fred Phelps wasn’t interested in turning on, tuning in, and dropping out. He was that other, less attractive creature: the middle-class, priggish, self-denying, semi-legitimate drug addict using prescription uppers to get him going and barbiturates to slam the brakes on at night. Eventually, though, his whole system unraveled. One day, he just didn’t wake up. An ambulance was summoned to take a comatose Phelps off to spend a week in hospital. This was early 1968. Mrs. Phelps told her kids that daddy had suffered an allergic reaction.

He Was Great at Not Eating
After his time in hospital, Phelps returned, dried out, and then, in what may have been the unraveling of him, dived straight into a near-suicidal regime of water-only fasting for 47 days. His weight plummeted from around 220 to 120 pounds.

There Is No More Uncomfortably Bizarre Sentence Available on Fred Phelps Than This from Jon Michael Bell’s Addicted to Hate
“Mark remembers the family coming back once to find Pastor Phelps jogging around the dining room table, beating the sobbing [Nate] with a broom handle; while doing so, he was alternately spitting on the frightened child and chuckling the same sinecure laugh so disturbing to those who've seen him on television.”

He Celebrated the Death of His Son's Girlfriend
In 1970, Debbie Valgos was a sweet local girl who had the misfortune to fall in love with Fred Phelps Jr. The pair tried to elope, but were caught by Fred Sr. Discipline followed, but Debbie was then allowed to attend Westboro services along with Fred Jr. At each one of these, she was called a whore from the pulpit. Despite this, she repeatedly asked Fred Sr. what she needed to do to be allowed to see his son. Not long after, Debbie moved out of town and lost it. By 1972, she was dead of a speed overdose, having already taken half a jar of barbiturates earlier that evening. She was still only 17.

Mark Phelps says, "I remember getting home from school the day it appeared in the papers, and my dad came dancing down the stairs, swaying from the knees and clapping his hands, singing, 'The whore is dead! The whore is dead!' He paraded around the house, singing and laughing with that maniacal giggle he has, 'The whore is dead!’” 

By 1994, Fred claimed not to recognize the name Debbie Valgos.

He Did Not Appreciate Slutty Witnesses
The week when Fred Phelps noticeably went from merely conflicted and cruel into batshit and evil was in 1977. The event was a bizarre and recklessly unnecessary bit of malicious suing on his part. A stenographer had failed to prepare a transcript for one of his cases on time. So Phelps decided to sue her for the costs of the case he’d lost—$2,000, plus $20,000 in punitive damages.

Her name was Carolene Brady, and during the trial, Phelps put her on the stand for three full days, had her declared a hostile witness, relentlessly badgered her, and tried every gutter trick in the book to turn it into a show trial about her character, calling in her former boyfriends, and apparently dubbing her a "slut." When he lost, he immediately applied for a retrial. But district authorities were onto him, and when he falsified some of the witness statements for the retrial they had the smoking gun they needed. He was disbarred for two years.

He Sued Sears on Behalf of All of Us; He Was a Sears Martyr
By 1974, an increasingly opportunistic Phelps seemed to ejaculate a fresh lawsuit every six and a half minutes. When a TV his sons had been buying on layaway at Sears was out of stock on the day they made the final payment, he duly launched a $50 million lawsuit against the company, on behalf of everyone who ever failed to get their TV/washing machine/bolt gun on time.

This being America, the legal shuffle then (a) continued for six years, (b) cost hundreds of thousands of dollars, and (c) resulted in a win for Phelps, although the amount settled on was ultimately $60 less than the cost of the TV they’d been trying to buy: $126.

Somehow, in all that kerfuffle, they never even got the original TV.

He Sued Reagan Re: the Pope
As this vexatious litigant dragged himself into the 1980s, his lawsuits got even weirder. He decided he would sue the federal government for appointing an ambassador to the Vatican, because, he said, this violated the line between church and state. He lost.

Fred First Came to National Attention When His Church Picketed the Funeral of Matthew Shepherd, a Boy Murdered in a Gruesome Homophobic Attack
Phelps then applied for a city zoning permit to build a bronze statue celebrating his entry to hell. It was denied.

The Hits Never Stopped
Phelps ruled with a literal iron rod. He regularly beat all of his kids, but the most extreme example available to us was when he nearly finished off Nate Phelps on Christmas Day. Nate and Mark had made the fatal error of acquiring some Christmas lights. Fred did not allow Christmas—it was yet more sodomite blasphemy, basically. For his crimes, Nate received more than 200 strokes from an adze handle. He was beaten in 40-stroke batches, alternating with his brother, Mark, who was receiving 20 at a time for slightly lesser crimes. Mark later said he was “hoping I'd be knocked out, or killed... anything to end the pain."

Apparently, One of His Favorite Tactics Was to Grab Kids by the Hands and Pull Them Upwards, Then Repeatedly Smash His Knee into Their Groin and Stomach, While Walking Across the Room Laughing
He continued to do this even when they were sexually developed teens. Bit weird, Fred Phelps.

He Created a High-Quality Labor Force of Children
One day, Phelps was stirring some melted chocolate when he remarked that the kids should try to sell the leftover bits of low-quality chocolate in the neighborhood. The kids jumped at the chance to get out of the house. But they couldn’t quite have envisaged that, from now onward, they would be going around the city of Topeka and beyond every day from 3 PM to 8 PM on weekdays and selling industrial quantities of sweets door-to-door.

On weekends and during summer holidays, they’d be out from 5 AM to 10 PM, up as far as Omaha, St. Joseph, Missouri, or Kansas City, shepherded by their mother in the station wagon, while dad was free to practically give up work. Hanging around on the streets like that led them into all sorts of bizarre scenarios, like the time a teenage Jonathan Phelps was chased down the street and bitch-slapped by a knife-wielding transvestite.

At Least Runner's World Loved the Guy
Phelps forced his family on long and arduous physical exercise programs, both as a sort of Hitler Youth control device and to get them ready to outrun any coming apocalypse. In this, as with much else in life, he was very successful. So much so that the family was occasionally profiled in fitness magazines. He’d first read about the new "science of aerobics" on the back of a Wheaties box and had subsequently marched his entire tribe off to the local track, where, from his youngest—who was five—upward, they were all forced to run five miles every day, no matter what the weather.

Soon, he upped that to ten miles a day. Then, they were being made to run a marathon every Saturday. This had two effects. One: Getting a seven-year-old to run a marathon is child abuse, no question. Two: They actually became incredibly good at marathon running and started getting national attention once they began entering races. In fact, so impressed were the hacks at Runner’s World that they featured the Phelps family on two separate occasions.

He Was Brilliantly Cunning
An under-noticed fact when people sue the Phelpses is that many of them are lawyers. And that, because of how legal aid works, most of their fees are still paid by the state. So being sued can actually be a way to drum up business and profit for Team Phelps. “Being sued was kinda win-win,” agrees ex-cult member Lauren Drain. 

Hace ya algunos añitos se montó un estúpido revuelo a propósito de la publicación de Todas Putas, el libro de relatos de Hernán Migoya, el escritor actualmente exiliado en Perú. El autor fue gratuitamente acusado de misógino simplemente por haber escrito una ficción protagonizada por personajes de moral cuestionable (o no).

El linchamiento mediático al que se sometió a Hernán Migoya fue a todas luces excesivo. Nadie parecía entender que la imaginación es libre, y la ficción no hace daño más que aquellos que quieren escandalizarse.

Por fin se hace justicia con este autor y su obra, y la editorial DIBBUKS está a punto de poner a la venta TODAS PUTAS: LOS CUENTOS GRÁFICOS, en los quince mujeres autoras de cómic han trasladado al noveno arte los cuentos de este libro que tantos disgustos y satisfacciones ha dado a su autor.

Las autoras que participan en esta obra son: Ana Pez, Andrea Jen, Araceli Horcajo, Irati FG, Irene Roga, María Herreros, Patricia Breccia, Olga Carmona, Ana Galvañ, Carla Berrocal, Cristina Daura, Clara Soriano, Mamen Moreu, Natacha Bustos. Sheila Alvarado.

Os mostramos algunas imágenes de este tebeo que ya está en imprenta.

 

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Hoje, 20 de março de 2014, às 16:57 GMT (hora galego-portuguesa, mais umha hora no Reinho de Espanha), começa a Primavera no Hemisfério Norte.
Também hoje, 20 de março, celebramos a festividade de Sam Martinho de Dume (Panónia, actual Hungria 510-520 – † Braga 579-580), O Apóstolo dos Suevos:

“20 de março: Feriados e eventos cíclicos: Igreja Católica: São Martinho de Braga” [http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/20_de_março]

- “O Santo do Dia. 20 de Março. São Martinho de Braga, Bispo” [http://www.derradeirasgracas.com/3.%20Os%20Santos%20do%20Dia/Santos%20do%20M%C3%AAs%20de%20Mar%C3%A7o/20-03%20S%C3%A3o%20Martinho%20de%20Braga,%20Bispo%20%20.htm]

- “He was canonized for his work in converting the inhabitants of Gallaecia to Roman Catholicism, and his feast day is 20 March” [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Martin_of_Braga]

E celebramo-la hoje, 20 de março, “porque en tal data (equinoccio de primavera) quería situa-lo aninovo” (segundo a Galipedia) e/ou porque “morreu no dia 20 de março de 579″ (segundo a Wikipédia, por exemplo).

- “Veio a falecer em Dúmio no dia 20 de março de 580 e seu túmulo logo se tornou local de peregrinação e vários milagres são creditados a sua intercessão. Sua festa é celebrada no dia 20 de março.” [http://www.cademeusanto.com.br/sao_martinho_braga.htm]

Ainda que podamos encontrar na Internet também algumhas informações contraditórias ao respeito. Por exemplo:

- “Festa litúrgica: 22 de Outubro” [http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/São_Martinho_de_Dume]

- “05 de Dezembro / Santo do Dia – São Martinho de Dume” [http://youtu.be/Z5RCf-Zuy-w]

Seja como for, da Comissom de História d’A Gentalha do Pichel este ano decidimos celebrar, pola primeira vez na Galiza, a festividade do Sam Martinho de Dume cumha grande Festa Sueva que tivo lugar no C. S. O Pichel no passado sábado, 15 de março, coincidindo com as celebraçons do santo padroeiro da Irlanda, Sam Patrício (Saint Patrick’s Day & Saint Martin of Dume’s Day: as festas do 17 e o 20 de março, respetivamente, que se celebraram n’O Pichel no passado 15 de março, conjuntamente).

No ânimo das pessoas que integramos a Comissom de História d’A Gentalha está que esta Festa Sueva se celebre anualmente como maneira de reivindicar, dumha maneira lúdico-festiva, a memória do Reino Suevo da Galiza (fundado aqui há 1604 anos, aproximadamente).

O nosso desejo seria que tal celebraçom se fosse espalhando a outros Centros Sociais e daí, com o tempo, a outros estabelecimentos hotaleiros do País, até converter-se no nosso particular Sam Patrício.

Horror films are littered with seemingly sweet and innocent things becoming terrifying, whether it be animals (like the family dog in Cujo or giant bunnies in Night of the Lepus), dolls (like Child’s Play and Demonic Toys), or pubescent high school girls (like in Carrie). Of this type of horror, the one that tends to scare me the most are evil little kids. I’m not talking about The Omen or The Exorcist, in which there’s some kind of demonic reason. I mean stuff like The Good Son (which is awful) and The Bad Seed (which is great), in which the kid is just evil and nothing can be done about it. Perhaps no film uses evil children as effectively, or chillingly, as the 1976 Spanish film, Who Can Kill a Child?

Directed by Narciso Ibanez Serrador from a novel by Juan Jose Plans, Who Can Kill a Child? (also known as Island of the Damned) plays like if Alfred Hitchcock’s The Birds had been called The Children instead. The kids just mill around, staring at the adults ominously, before finally descending on them in a barrage of scythes, machetes, bats, and even pistols, all the while giggling that half-cute/half-unsettling whimper-laugh that we’ve all heard a million times. Killing adults is fun for them! And like The Birds, or any zombie movie worth its salt, the explanation for why the kids have gone bad seems to be a shrug and a grunt. It appears to be localized, but it also appears to be spread to other, pleasant children through touch. Is this just an allegory for making sure your kids wash their hands to stop the spread of cold and flu germs? Was T. Berry Brazelton behind this?! (That’s a very sweet reference, by the way.)

Perhaps the scariest part of the movie is how seriously Serrador takes the topic, tying it very directly to how war affects children. The movie opens with a series of newsreel montages depicting atrocities caused by war, interspersed with creepy kids singing as the credits roll. The footage shows the effects WWII, the Korean War, Vietnam, and wars in Africa and India had on the impressionable youths of the time. Hideous shots of maimed, burned, or starving children are coupled with cold, superimposed captions stating the death toll of each war and how many of those were children. Children were easily the highest casualties of the wars, and by showing the audience the harsh reality of the world, Serrador makes us feel even more sympathetic to them than we probably already were.

This doesn’t last forever, though. I mean, it’s a horror movie after all, and a pretty disturbing one at that. The story proper begins with a dead woman’s body washing ashore in a busy resort community. She has been hacked and slashed and the police assume it was some maniac. We’re then introduced to Tom (Lewis Fiander) and Evelyn (Prunella Ransome), a vacationing English couple. Tom has been to Spain before and speaks Spanish rather fluently, but Evelyn does not. Evelyn is a few months pregnant and we learn that the couple have two other children back home. This is sort of their opportunity to have a weekend to themselves before yet another rugrat takes over their lives. Or, you know, before they’re really happy with having another kid; Their feeling towards children is very much at the center of the film.

They like it in Spain okay, but the resort at which they’re staying is far too busy for their liking, so, they decide to rent a boat and take the four hour journey to an island Tom visited years before. When they arrive, they see a number of children diving off the dock and fishing, but they are all stone-faced and refuse to tell the vacationers anything. The couple explore the small village but it appears entirely deserted, and from the electronics being left on, it seems like they left in a hurry. The town is eerily silent, a fact that Serrador exploits brilliantly as the audience is certain something bad is going to happen, but is just not sure when.

Tom and Evelyn keep catching glimpses of children who run away before any answers can be gotten. Eventually, a little girl approaches Evelyn, enchanted by her pregnant belly. After touching Evelyn’s stomach an uncomfortably long time, the girl runs away, again leaving the woman totally alone. The trouble really picks up for them when they see an old man tottering quickly down a long, hilly alleyway. Another little girl enters the alleyway and laughs giddily as she finds the old man and proceeds to beat him to death with his cane. It’s a horrifying scene that is played entirely off of the little girl’s maniacally laughing face. After moving the old man’s lifeless body into a barn, Tom is horrified further when he sees the children have decided to use his body as a pinata and gleefully take turns swinging at it with a scythe. The couple knows they must escape the island, but to do so, they may be forced to do the unthinkable.

What makes Who Can Kill a Child? most effective is how Serrador shoots it: very sparse and very lingering. There are many shots of the couple standing in the foreground staring at a group of kids that has sprung up way off in the distance. His direction to the child actors must have just been “smile” because that’s pretty much all they do. There’s nothing going on behind the eyes, and it’s fairly obvious these aren’t stage kids, likely just locals he hired. It’s amazingly effective, though.

A horde of anything is scary, and children are no different. Many shots feel like they could be used in a typical zombie movie if you only changed the subjects. There are truly chilling moments when the evil kids casually touch the hands of “normal” kids and then, without any fanfare, they all turn around to silently face our heroes. Toward the end of the film, the heroes hole up in the island’s police station and barricade themselves in from the onslaught of whippersnappers, and it’s very reminiscent of Night of the Living Dead or something akin to that. Children are wilier than zombies, though, which makes them all the more terrifying.

With an ending as bleak as anything, haunting photography, and a troubling message, Who Can Kill a Child? is a film that by all rights should be a classic of ’70s horror, but due to the very unsettling scenes involving children, it’s been forgotten to a degree. In 2012, a remake was mounted entitled Come Out and Play, which just showed up on Netflix Instant. It’s the exact same story, just not quite as effective, due almost entirely to the cinematography. The 1970s just made grindhouse work.

Riki-Oh ( 力王 Riki-Oh ) es un manga que más tarde seria adaptado ha dos OVAS y un pelicula llamado Riki-Oh: La historia de Ricky .

Creado por Masahiko Takajo y Saruwatari Tetsuya, la historia trata de un hombre joven que ha aprendido el arte de Qigong un arte que le permite ser tan fuerte al punto de perforar literalmente agujeros a través de las personas y los objetos sólidos.

Fue publicado en los Negocios Jump desde 1987-1990 y publicado más tarde en 12 volúmenes.

La historia está ambientada en un distópico futuro donde el calentamiento global ha devastado la mayor parte de la tierra y el mundo está sufriendo de una depresión económica que llevó a un aumento de la delincuencia.

La historia se centra alrededor de Saiga Riki-Oh, bendecido con fuerza inhumana, que, después de tomar venganza en contra de un yakuza que fue responsable de la muerte de un niño que se hizo amigo de él (en la película, que era su novia que murió), termina en una prisión de máxima seguridad de propiedad de una organización privada.

La historia sigue a Riki y la búsqueda de su hermano pequeño Saiga Nachi, que lleva una esvástica símbolo en su mano derecha y también posee una fuerza sobrehumana. Riki-Oh se encontrará con muchos oponentes mortales, ya sea con fuerza sobrehumana o artes marciales durante su viaje para vengar a su novia y en busca de su hermano.

Idioma: Español.
Editorial: Jump Comics
Guion: Masahiko Takajo
Dibujo: Tetsuya Saruwatari
Agradecimientos: Riki Oh (Gracias por tu Trabajo!) 
Volúmenes: 12
Formato: CBR.
Tamaño total: 859 Mb



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En 2008 se demolieron las casas ovni.
Al escribir 2008, me ha dado un sobresalto. ¡2008 fue hace 6 años! Qué rápido y lento pasa el tiempo, joder.



Las casas ovni, no llegaron a ser utilizadas porque el proyecto quedó inacabado. Estaban junto a Taipei, en Taiwan; y ya saben ustedes (y si no se lo digo yo) lo supersticiosos que son los orientales para sus asuntos... El caso es que a la entrada de la urbanización, había un dragón chino, que -y esto seguro que no lo saben- en realidad es un animal mitológico entre feo y atrayente compuesto de otros animales: águila, serpiente, pez, unicornio... Hubo que romper, o derribar o algo así el dragón para ensanchar la entrada de la ciudad de las casas ovni, y para qué queremos más... En una obra donde falla la financiación... Rápidamente se achacó la suerte a los designios del dragón chino. Aunque el problema fue la quiebra de una de las empresas suministradoras de material.












El proyecto, era del arquitecto finlandés Matti Suuronen y planteaba unas viviendas de vacaciones futuristas y confortables, que comenzaron a construirse en 1978. A los dos años, la obra quedó paralizada, y el aspecto abandonado y retro del lugar, engrandeció una leyenda oscura. Paseantes y turistas decían ver fantasmas o espíritus, y rápidamente las casas ovni se convirtieron en un lugar maldito.
Además de ser preciosas, desbordan un extraño mal rollo, como de tragedia que no llegó a suceder, como de sueños inacabados, de vidas truncadas prematuramente y sin gracia.
En este video de youtube se ven por fuera y por dentro las viviendas circulares, pero se percibe además una atmósfera densa, una negrura agazapada, una tensión muy Cuarto Milenio.


Una pena que ya no existan estas ruinas retrofuturistas, con lo que molaría hacer un festival o algo allí...

Lo dice Diana Aller

Acuerdan esta medida por la falta de convenio cultural con el Concello

• Estudian pedir una reunión con el alcalde para que agilice una solución

A dilación do Concello na sinatura dun convenio obriga os locais hostaleiros do centro da capital a suspender indefinidamente a súa programación cultural ata que volvan ter garantías legais