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Origins Of Famous Abstract Painting: Nude Descending Staircase No. 2 by Marcel Duchamp

Nov 13, 2009
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By Mick Snutz

Here, for you, is a rundown, of that famous painting, by Marcel Duchamp, who was one, of the foregoers, of modern art paintings.

The painter bound together about 20 sundry shots of a nude woman, and sundered, stripped, and lessened them, then lapped them over one another.

An art critic for a newspaper, called the New York Times, was named Julian Street. He wrote, that Marcel’s original painting looked, as if it were "an explosion in a shingle factory".

The artist said, that the stop-motion photography of Étienne-Jules Marey flowed into this fine art painting.

There was a book, that the artist may have seen, by a critter, by the name, of Eadweard Muybridge. That selfsame book was made in 1887. Animal Locomotion was the title of the book. In it was a chain of twenty-four imitations, of a naked woman going down a stairs. Marcel may have seen that book, before he made his abstract painting art.

Thomas Eakins, of the U.S.A., did also chains of likenesses movin in time. The painter may have seen these, as well as the others, before he made his oil painting.

Here is a movin picture, of a tune, havin the same name, as the famous painting:

Famous Art Paintings

Survival Food Storage

May 12, 2009
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Survival Food Storage!

Your first step is to get a few extra thins at the grocery each shoppin trip. Accumulate a 1-month's supply, then 2, and, eventually, a year's supply.

Then you get a year's supply of honey. Then a year's supply of wheat or brown rice. Then a year's supply of salt, and a year's supply of powdered milk.

Survival food storage, for long shelf-life, demands that your containers be made of a plastic, called "PETE", and none other.

Here Is Some Lore About Survival Food

Mre Meals

May 3, 2009
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"Meals ready to eat" are made for the USA military services. Spare ones have been made for surplus sales. However, the USA military has discouraged sale of surplus MRE's.

When I say, to you, "discouraged sale of surplus mres", I mean they have been effective in makin them harder to be gotten.

They are not freeze dried survival food. Allegedly, they taste better than does freeze dry food. However, the entrees must be cooked, and they come with a small heater, for the job.

The department of defense, so called, of the United States of America, so called, insists that you have A-rations with your mre meals. That means fresh food, brother (/sister).

So, if you plan to go into survival mode, it will be best if you learn the plants in the area where your mode will be gone into by you. I say plants, because plants are usually easiest to obtain, before fish, fowl, beetle, and beast.

All flowers are edible, so long as they do not come from a poisonous plant. That is truly helpful knowledge, but only if you know which are the poisonous plants.

Here is an entertainin video, for you, about mre meals, although not terribly informative. Some of the more churlish, amon military folks, like to make up insultin alternative meanins for the acronym "MRE". Enjoy! Or else, don't waste your time.

MRE- Meals Rejected by Everyone

Womens T Shirts

May 2, 2009
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There are so many kinds of womens T shirts. There are fitted and plain fit. Some women's tee shirts are embroidered. Some are embossed. Some have holes in them to feed your baby. Some have nice prints, and some have prints that support satanic doins, such as celebrities in entertainment and in politics, either pro- or anti-.

Here is a video, that you may want to check out, and it shows womens t shirts at the end of the video:

Womens Tee Shirt

Visigoth Saint Alaric's Day June 12

Mar 31, 2009
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Here Is A Possessin Devil, Usin A Man To, Speak To Us About White Nationalism.

Here is the story of one of Saint Alaric's biggest doins:

He led the fulfillment of the Book Of Revelation First Trumpet prophecy against apostate rome.

It was the year 410, on the 23rd day of August. The Gothic war-host stopped within arrow-shot of the burg of Rome. The Gothic king and Attalus left the front of the war-host. They rode to the foot of the wall.

It was not a sight that folk were used to seeing. They felt surprise. They wanted to know what was happening. What was the Gothic king going to do with Attalus?

The Balthung (son of Baldr) used his arms to show Attalus that he wanted him to go down from his steed. Attalus then went down. The folk of Rome were watching from the wall. They hollered from numbness.

The Goths made little kindness to a Roman headman. The Balthung wanted all the folk of Rome to see how unkind would they be. He would make the Romish headman and his folk to feel small and weak.

Attalus was ready to give up his freedom to the Balthung. He waited to be told what to do.

Bad ones among the Romers bellowed slander. The Balthung slowly undid the shirt of Attalus. That was the shirt that only a headman must wear.

The Balthung spread out the shirt, and then flung it to the Earth. The headman of the West-Goths took the crown from the head of Attalus, the Greek. The Balthung gazed at it for a short time, then he dropped it upon the mantle.

This done, the Balthung seized the whip that hung from his saddle. He cut the skald across the shoulders with it. Then he told Attalus with a hard-sounding speech to go among the thralls of the brother of the Balthung. He told Attalus not to risk at playing headman any more.

Then he ran his eyes over the dumbfounded faces that were upon the walls. That was as much as to say, "That is what I think of your kaisers.

"I set them upon the throne, or drag them in the mud as I see fit. You crowned the kithara-player, and I have taken away his crown. Henceforth I shall show to the men and things of Rome no kindness."

Then he slowly undid the buckles of his Romish byrnie. He sent his embossed Romish coat of mail rattling down beside the glittering badges of the kaiser. He then took off his gilded Romish helmet with its red feather. He let it to fall on his byrnie.

He made a sign. Then a Gothic horseman came forward. The Balthung took his bronze helmet with its aurochs-horns. He put it upon his head. The warrior also gave to him his leather jerkin, his long sword and battle axe, and his bow and quiver.

The Romers watched the changing in the Balthung. They no longer were facing the man who worked for the kaiser. They were then facing the spawn of Lord Baldr, the headman of the Goths.

Together with his Teutonic weapons and garb, he had gotten once more his old feeling for winning. That feeling was handed down through his forebears in hundreds of years of wandering. The Romer within him yielded to the German.

The Balthung was within bowshot of the walls. As he did this symbolic changing,not a Romish soldier thought of laying him low with an arrow. That was because his deeds bewrayed much mystic and wild greatness.

The Gothic army had camped around the burg. The tent of the headman was hung with flags. It was on raised ground. Already the campfires were sending up their smoke. The Balthung turned his horse and disappeared.

The first twilight shaded besieged Rome. It already foreshadowed winning for the Goths. Henceforth, not a boatload of needed things could be brought up the lovely Tiber river. Mobs were already gathering before the nearly empty granaries. Men called to mind the words of the sibyl. She had said that the ending of Rome was at hand.

The Balthung besieged the burg with a thirsting for winning. The Goths cut the water pipes that supplied the burg. The Romers were without water. They were hot from the August Sun. They were sick. Yet they would not surrender.

For the Balthung, the taking of Rome was a deed that betokened his breaking away from the empire.

The Balthung noticed in the sky dark blotches that foretell a short and fell summer storm. It would be with rivers of rain. There would be thunder and lightning. There would be fell bursts of wind. He told his jarls to hold their men in readiness to go forth fighting. They awaited the signal.

The storm came. Clouds covered the sky. They blotted out the light of the moon and stars. From time to time a flash of lightning rent the clouds. The bursts of thunder came nearer.

The romantic selph of the Balthung took strength from the fury of the elements. That fury would make his winning easy. At the same time it would give it the blessing of the Gods. That night he would fling his Goths against the walls of Rome. It would be a night of strong howling wind.

The first drops of rain fell. They were large and warm. The thunder rolled. With the ongoing rolling of thunder was soon mingled the ringing clashing of the bronze battering rams against the gate.

Warriors swung the giant ram that was already shaking the heavy doors. Other Goths were raising ladders against the walls. They nimbly clomb upon the shoulders of their mates. Thus they got to the top of the ramparts. The watchmen were dazed by the storm. Most of the guards had taken shelter in the lower rooms.

For the Goths, the uproar of the storm brings to mind the dreamlike galloping of the Gods and heros of Scandinavia. The 8 hooves of Odin's steed strike sparks from the clouds.

The men seem to hear the neighing of Sleipnir, Odinn's horse, in bursts of the wind. With blows of his hammer, Thor is forging their winning. They were carried away by religious enthusiasm. They gathered the feeling that an ally in the sky guides them amid the raging of the elements.

The watchmen shouted. The warriors of Rome heard them. The warriors hurried to the walls. They came too late. The Goths had clomb to the top of the wall. They had flung down ropes to them below. Those below clambered up to the battlements.

Others were already inside Rome. They were fighting the guards of the gates. The thrusting of the Gothic horsemen was like that of an avalanche or tidal wave. They burst the shattered doors of Rome. They spread scathingly through nearby neighborhoods.

The Balthung gave strict orders. The Goths were to show kindness to old men, women, and children.

The guardians of Rome were brought together in a hurry. They fought against the Goths with lovable stout-heartedness. Their weapons were not strong. Nevertheless, they went forward like men of war.

Highly born and shopkeepers, highly ranking and churls merged on that night. They fought with boldness and stubbornness. They were worried by a foe who outnumbered them. They were tired by wanting of food and of sleeping.

They gave a blocking to the Gothic thrusting. It was a blocking that fell back step by step. They had been taken unawares while they slept. Therefore most of them had not the time to don their helmets nor byrnies.

That would be a reminder to us always to be watchful. They fought half naked. They were lashed by storm. They were groping in the darkness. They were stumbling against the leather jerkins and long swords of the Germans.

Fire was eating the houses of the neighborhood. It threw a light on narrow streets. Blond giants rushed through the streets with winning shouting. It threw a light on spots where Romish hundredmen heartened the Romish guards. They were heartened to link bucklers. Insodoing, they made the time-honored array known as "the tortoise."

The Romish women carried things to the men. They carried arrows and stones for the slings. They made calm the men who were leaving their earth-bodies.

The clattering of galloping hooves made noise in the thing-hall. The hall of the kaisers was broken into. The doors of dwellings were broken open.

The Goths smashed mosaic workings. They shivered to pieces doors carven in wood. They tore down silken drapes. They lashed marble likenesses with their whips.

The storm raged. Temples were stricken by lightning. They crashed to earth. Likenesses were torn from their footings. They were flung to the ground. They were broken with a crashing. It seemed that on that awful night the elements were trying to help the Goths to wreck the burg.

Blithely the Balthung saw the skathe that fire and storm made upon the burg. He saw arches of winning and likenesses. They were crashing to ground. The flames melted the bronze. They scorched the marbles carven with solemn sayings. The skathe spread.

The Romish folk gave in to thoughts of being won against. All those able to leave the burg went to Ostia. Many men wanted to sail ships to Rome. The Goths stopped them. Fleers took shelter aboard the ships. For gold were they taken to Afrika.

Those who were unable to flee were held by the Goths. They were taxed. They were herded together in public squares. Some warriors were told to and they took things from houses. They dragged out all kinds of things of worth--jewels, clothing, furniture.

There was a great supply of booty. All of the carts and wagons in the burg were taken. They were used to carry off the booty.

See that the sacking of Rome was its wages for having disobeyed the laws given to us in the Bible.

Survival Lists: Janet Evanovich vs. John Todd

Feb 12, 2009
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Last night I found out about Janet Evanovich. A local librarienne told to me, that, whenever Janet Evanovich announces the title of a comin book, straightway many patrons of the library form a lengthy waitin list to borrow the book.

You are askin, what has this to do with survival lists?

Janet Evanovich is one of the many "attractions" used by our foes, for multipurpose.

Inject the propaganda of immorality and cussin into the body cultural.
Keep the minds of the mass of victims occupied in entertainment, so that they will not bother to investigate what our foes have been doin to prepare to harm us some more.
Attempt to get money from our possession into theirs.
&to. (and the others).

To put it another way, one of the main reasons for needin a survival list, is to respond, in case we can't stop our foes from bringin disaster. They want us not to think about emergency preparedness. That is one of the multireasons why they put forward Janet Evanovich in our line of sight.

I scampered over to the bookstore, from the library (the brary of truth and lies). I asked of the clerk, whether the books of Janet Evanovich sold well there. He told me that a mere few of her books had been sold.

The conclusion is obvious: in this spot, this town, borrowers have been readin her books more than have buyers been readin them.

I borrowed one of her books, and took it to home, to find out what kind of techniques was she usin to attract readers, and to spread propaganda.

I began to read, and, after a few chapters, I found that it was hard for me to stop. Normally, I don't read novels. When I read other books, I find it easy to stop for a while, do somethin else, and then come back to the book I was readin.

I was rather suspicious about this inability to stop. It was unnatural for me. Then I remembered somethin that John Todd, a former insider in the power places of United States, said. John Todd said that publishers, of music and books, give their master copies to a coven of witches, who invoke devils to accompany each book or cd, as they go out for distribution.

If that was true, then a demon was causin me to keep readin the book, even when I wanted to stop.

Eventually I fell to sleep. When I awoke, my mind was possessed by a devil. There was fear, insecurity, low self esteem, and a slummy feelin about my life, my spot. By doin the techniques, taught to me by Prem Rawat, I got rid of the devil within about 30 seconds.