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sidearmsandstarwars hat deine Fotoserie gerebloggt :

1. All guns are always loaded / toutes les armes…

Don’t forget…“know your target and what lies beyond it”

I agree 100 % with you. To justify my choice not to include that part of the rule, it’s not canonical and, for me, it’s part of the commentary about the rule.

Song of a gun (1) – Des armes, une chanson de Léo Ferré interprétée par Noir Désir.

Guns, nice and glossy,

that you need to carress as for pleasure

that you need to clean often for pleasure

the other one, of which the little girls are dreaming

Guns, blue like Earth

Guns that you have to keep warm in the depth of the soul

In the eyes, in the heart, into a woman’s arms

Guns that you keep inside you, as if you keep a riddle

Guns in the days of hiding

Under the grass, in the sky, also on the paper,

Guns that make you daydream very late while reading

and put some poetry in the speeches

Guns, guns, guns,

and on-duty poets with fingers on the trigger

to put fire at the last cigarette

at the end of a french sentence

bright as a tear

The band is Noir Désir, whose singer is know for having killed his girlfriend in a drunken fistfight and the poem is by Léo Ferré, Monte-Carlo official’s anarchist. It’s mostly about bizarre sexual perversions, resistance to oppression and litterature.

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laurentbelkacem:

Chillon Castle’s guestbook

« Most English-speaking people … will admit that hold the door is beautiful, especially if dissociated from its sense (and from its spelling). More beautiful than, say, sky, and far more beautiful than beautiful. Well then, in Welsh for me cellar doors are extraordinarily frequent, and moving to the higher dimension, the words in which there is pleasure in the contemplation of the association of form and sense are abundant. »

J.R.R. Tolkien

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I’m really sorry almost nobody (but @jensherrigel) tried or liked this awesome Soviet Disko song, not even a pornbot ; so here’s a chance to redeem yourself, with the worst televised playback ever*, Vivir asi es morir de amor by Camilo Sesto, king of Latin Pop. It’s a really cool song.

*even worst than Markus’ I will Spass, since nobody obviously didn’t give a fuck anymore – it was the Eighties, after all.

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In France, Opinel are like assholes, everybody’s got one.

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“You’re not the both of me!” said the schizoid man

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anarchoarachnidism:

laurentbelkacem:

They’re fifteen and they like to shoot guns ! – When Swiss journalists discover that owning guns and target shooting are very popular outside their little urban bourgeois social circles.

isnt gun ownership common in Switzerland

like, really common

Indeed. The very low-end estimation of the amount of guns in Switzerland is about one per citizen, but it’s probably ten to twenty times as much (including civilian and military firearms).

In my social circle, I think I know 6-7 people which are armless (and most of them because they are foreigners, whose gun rights are restricted), maybe less than 25 % have only their military weapon (F ass 90 assault rifle or P 75 pistol), and the rest have at least several personal firearms (I don’t think I know anyone in that last category with less than five guns – and the sky is the limit in term of litteral warehouses full of collections of weapons).

But statistically, you have more chances to find a firearm in the home of a farmer/baker/factory worker/student/accountant/doctor/engineer/etc. than in a progressive, city dweller, UE-loving, military-conscription skipper journalist’s one.

So they tend to live in safe places where they don’t see much of what is happening in the rest of the nation.

I think it’s probably the same everywhere, isn’t it ?

*Except in France where journalists, in the arbitrary and quasi monarchist tradition of the country, are very easily granted a CCW license when non-elite citizens are even denied pocket knives and pepper spray carry.

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laurentbelkacem:

This video is both seriously fascinating and disturbing. In fact, the whole channel is.

I was looking for a picture of a white puppy for an awful intranslatable pun (petit mâtin blême), but Tumblr seems to have changed again the mobile app and now the search function is all fucked up. So I didn’t find the photo I was looking for, but instead watched again (and again, and again, and then again, again) this wonderful (if somehow disturbing) video which should be called In Snail Russia, plants eat you (hoping that snails effectively are vegetarians, the only thing I really know about the little critters is that they are hermaphrodite – and some nasty people may say that is something they have in common with human vegetarians, but that is another question on which I won’t elaborate, but anyway, I don’t think something as slow, slimy and fragile as a snail could be an effective predator. I should sell the pitch of mutant predatory snails movie to SyFy – something like Snails’ Hell or Snailnado – it would be very easy to produce a trailer).

jungerian-tangent:

laurentbelkacem:

no-hearth:

Anarchists and fascists agree: Ernst Jünger is alright.

C’est juste.

oddly enough, yes – despite the fact that he was avidly opposed to the NSDAP, rejected their advances numerous times and wrote a book in 1939 which was essentially a thinly-veiled allegory on hitler and his cronies

and despite the fact that Junger’s whole ‘anarch’ philosophy is murky and ill-defined at best / incoherent and self-defeating at worst (just like anarchism). i mean, he even said it himself:

“But the anarchic remains, at the very bottom, as a mystery, usually unknown even to its bearer.”

/everyone wants to claim him but at the end of the day no one really owns him

Wir werden alle nicht Ernst Juenger

Anarchique, chacun  l’est  :  c’est  justement  ce qu’il  a  de normal.  Toutefois,  dès son  premier jour, son père et sa mère, l’État et la société lui tracent des limites. Ce sont là des rognements, des mises en perce de l’énergie innée auquel nul n’échappe. Il faut bien s’y résigner. Pourtant, le principe d’anarchie reste au fond, mystère dont le plus souvent son détenteur même n’a pas la moindre idée. Il peut jaillir de lui sous forme de lave, peut le détruire ou le libérer.
Il s’agit ici de marquer les différences : l’amour est anarchique, le mariage non. Le guerrier est anarchique, mais non l’assassinat. Le Christ est anarchique, saint Paul ne l’est pas. Comme cependant l’anarchie, c’est la normale, elle existe aussi en saint Paul et explose parfois violemment en lui. Ce ne sont pas là des antithèses, mais des degrés. L’histoire mondiale est mue par l’anarchie. En un mot : l’homme libre est  anarchique, l’anarchiste ne l’est pas.
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L’anarchiste  est  le partenaire  du monarque  qu’il  rêve de  détruire.  En frappant la personne, il affermit l’ordre de la succession. Le suffixe « isme » a une acceptation restrictive : il accentue le vouloir, aux dépens de la substance. Je dois cette note au grammairien Thorfen, ratiocineur par excellence. La contrepartie positive de l’anarchiste, c’est l’anarque. Celui­-ci n’est pas le partenaire du monarque, mais son antipode, l’homme que le puissant n’arrive pas à saisir, bien que lui aussi soit dangereux. Il n’ est pas l’adversaire du monarque, mais son pendant. Le monarque veut régner sur une foule de gens, et même sur tous ; l’anarque sur lui­ même, et lui seul. Ce qui lui procure un attitude objective, voire sceptique envers le pouvoir, dont il laisse défiler devant lui les figures ­ intangibles, assurément, mais non  sans émotion intime, non sans passion historique.
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L’axiome d’un Anglo­-Saxon concernant l’égalité entre les hommes me revint en  mémoire. Il la cherche, non pas dans la répartition sans cesse changeante de la  puissance et des moyens d’agir, mais dans le fait constant que chacun peut tuer chacun.
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Dans les mots que renforce le suffixe « isme », une certaine prétention se traduit, une tendance volontariste, et souvent une hostilité  a priori. Le mouvement devient tumultueux aux dépens de la substance. Ce sont là des mots pour sectaires, pour ceux qui n’ont lu  qu’un  seul  livre, pour ceux qui « jurent fidélité à  leur drapeau et se battent pour la cause, quoi qu’il advienne » , bref, pour les types du représentant et du voyageur de commerce en lieux communs. Une conversation avec quelqu’un qui se présente sous le nom de réaliste se termine le plus souvent de manière fâcheuse. Il a de  la chose,  comme l’idéaliste de  l’idée  ou l’égoïste du  moi, une  notion  bornée.  La liberté est mise sous étiquette. C’est tout aussi vrai du rapport de l’anarchiste à l’anarchie. (…)
Il n’y a pas plus à espérer de la société que de l’État. Le salut est dans l’individu.

From Eumeswil, quickly handpicked waking up. I agree on your conclusion (one of his most interesting biographical point is probably is refusal to submit to denazification process in the hands of the occupation troops, after the war, test that he would have passed with flying colors, if only because of his French supporters).