A study has found that Homo floresiensis, the Hobbit-like creatures who fossils were found in 2003, did not evolve from Homo erectus, so called because of their huge erections, but most likely evolved from an ancestor in Africa, a species of Homo habilis:
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So, do these guys have souls or what? If there was human evolution, or if you like, god just created all of these intermediate human-like fuckers, where exactly does the soul business get going? Perhaps the fossils are fake news, like dinosaur fossils and bone remains, as I heard argued in one creationist seminar. Please explain.
Just Spit on Your Ancestors
As a barbarian pagan anti-pretty much against everything kind of fellow, I feel particularly betrayed, as my eldest son told that my gun collection, including a 19th century Spanish-made Damascus steel shotgun, some rare bolt action .22 rifles, some of the few made in our state before gun making was closed down, along with more modern guns such as a .223 Browning lever action, a Sako .308, a pile of .30 30 Winchesters, a .303 Le Enfield, a Rossi .44 Mag, and dozens more, was just a pile of old shit. A family collection going back to my grandfather, dismissed, because he just brought a Rossi .45 colt revolving carbine. In his early 20’s I had hoped for a little better. Thus, my gun and melee weapon collection goes to… fuck knows. The daughters are not interested in the warrior way, but rather iPhones and social media.
When the young punk was clearly wrong about another incident, which involved not picking up his youngest sister, which he agreed to, leaving her to walk home through enemy territory, while I was working at night to pay the bills, I got a reply to my anxious phone call to “get fucked.” I said we can sort this out by anyway you like, by whatever means you like, but he backed down.
It seems a petty thing, but incidents like this pile up all the time, and even the weight of feathers can crush one. Among those who we have tried our utmost to save, in the desperation of preserving some trace of Tradition, there is little hope, for the great Darkness is already there. The great filth has already engulfed them. I hear this every day and seldom hear any positive news in personal interactions with any one I know. No-one in their right mind would marry and have kids today, because the misery is just too great. I know scores of parents from all races, who are spending their money because they don’t feel that their kids deserve an inheritance. And, my life and kids are the better ones. Others have lost their kids to drugs and the vortex of the street.
One of my relatives has a son doing time for a long string of drug and gang offences. He is a real bad bastard, and he is white to boot. He said in his trial that he will shoot his father when he gets out of prison who testified against him.
Beyond all else, that is why we are fucked, and there is no hope. The decay and rot is too far gone; the white ants have eaten the entire foundation of this house of wood.
Brothers shall fight | and fell each other,
And sisters' sons | shall kinship stain;
Hard is it on earth, | with mighty whoredom;
Axe-time, sword-time, | shields are sundered,
Wind-time, wolf-time, | ere the world falls;
Nor ever shall men | each other spare.
Völuspá Verse 45
Being a Bad Man in a Worse World
Fighting Smart: Boxing, Agonistics & Survival
That's terrible. Sorry to hear that. I'm surprised he would leave his sister at the mercy of the evil hoards. That's really the worst of it.
Wait a minute, wait a minute. I was OK until:
"while I was working at night to pay the bills, I got a reply to my anxious phone call to “get fucked.” I said we can sort this out by anyway you like, by whatever means you like, but he backed down."
Pay WHOSE bills? Don't tell me you're making the mistake of paying any of THIS young shit's bills? His phone on your contract? Helping him with his car payment?
If he's not completely and utterly independent of you, financially and every other way, and you put up with this crap, then YOU'RE the problem, not this rightly-entitled punk.
Kick him to the curb, literally and figuratively. If either of my sons had ever once done ME this way, I'd have hurt them badly if they'd come within reach, much less be asking them to go pick up their younger sister for me.