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| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» recoil replied on Sun Dec 5, 2010 @ 4:25pm |
 Coolness: 86490 | Originally Posted By NOAHSUSEDCONDOM
Sorry, but.... no. Race is a controversial concept that many Academics think is outdated. Over the last few decades, there's been a push to replace the idea of race with the idea of ethnicity in certain quarters. Not supplement, but replace. When race is interchangeable with ethnicity, which is increasingly the case, then race becomes determined by ethnogenesis. Has ethnogenesis occurred among certain Anglophone groups? Yes, it has. And since it has, it's possible to talk about English speakers as a race. Ethnogenesis is the reason racism is possible towards Muslims and Jews. Your own definition of racism is not absolute. Academics who spend their lives studying race can't even agree on what race *is*, so it's presumptuous of you to think you know what they don't. There's no consensus on race. Are you using an essentialist definition of race, a taxonomic one, one based on population, or one that focuses on clades or haplogroups? You define race by skin color. Other folks don't. The article in question deals with ethnogenic racism. That might not fit into your world view of what racism is, but your views don't hold jurisdiction over the rest of the universe. 
lol. pish posh. while I absolutely agree that race is a nebulous concept, and you raise interesting points.. I just don't buy that a Francophone Quebecer discrimating against Anglophones is being "racist" |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» KORHAL replied on Sun Dec 5, 2010 @ 4:26pm |
 Coolness: 558535 | Wow Noah... that one was amazing o.O |
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| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» NoahsUsedCondom replied on Sun Dec 5, 2010 @ 4:29pm |
 Coolness: 26255 | Originally Posted By RECOIL
lol. pish posh. while I absolutely agree that race is a nebulous concept, and you raise interesting points.. I just don't buy that a Francophone Quebecer discrimating against Anglophones is being "racist" Hah, well that's a given. Some people would though. To each their own ;) |
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| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Nuclear replied on Sun Dec 5, 2010 @ 4:54pm |
 Coolness: 2603970 | RAVE NEWS - DECEMBER 5TH
LIKE TAKING MONEY FROM A COKEHEAD She was young and out for fun. This suburban princess from Pierrefonds had just turned eighteen, and to celebrate her first day as an adult, her friends brought her downtown for a night of non-stop partying. They started with a bar run at 8pm, turned to clubbing at 11pm, before wrapping the night up with some after hours fun at 3am. By the time they reached their final destination, the ladies were all drunk and tired. They needed a boost of energy, so they decided to buy some cocaine from a dealer at the club they were at. Our suburban princess had never done any hard drugs before. She was all pot and beer, and maybe a few mushrooms now and then. Coke, though, was a whole other beast, one she wasn't prepared to ride, as she would come to learn. Our festive lasses threw caution to the wind, and headed for the ladies room to sniff a few lines of nose candy. Most of the girls handled the rush with aplomb, but the princess didn't fare so well. Half an hour after her dance with the white stuff, she was throwing her clothing at people on the dance floor, yelling like a lunatic, and basically acting like a two year old on a sugar high. Common sense had escaped her, and she was now in some kind of weird delirium. She became seperated from her friends, but didn't care. She decided she wanted more coke, but realized she had no money left on her. She looked in her purse, took out her bank card, and decided to take some money out from the club's ATM machine. Unfortunately, the machine had a small line-up in front of it, and she was too coked up to want to wait. She tapped the shoulder of the guy in front of her, who was a complete stranger, gave him her bank card and password, and asked him if he could take out some money for her while she was out dancing. He could find her on the floor when he was done. The man smiled, said sure, and off she went. The rest of the night is very fuzzy. She woke up the next day at her friends house with a terrible hangover and very little knowledge of how she got back home. She vaguely remembered giving a total stranger her bank card though, and started to freak out. When she couldn't find the card in her purse, fear started gripping her heart. She logged into her online bank account on her friend's laptop and was crestfallen to discover that it was $500 lighter than it had been the day before. The stranger she gave her card and password to had maxed out her daily withdrawal limit. She called the bank, canceled her card, and spent the rest of the day beating herself up for being so stupid. She swore never to do cocaine again, which isn't surprising. It's a hell of a drug. |
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| Good [+2]Toggle ReplyLink» KORHAL replied on Sun Dec 5, 2010 @ 7:39pm |
| Coolness: 558535 | Ouch :/ That reallyyyyy blows for her. |
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| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Psykotropik replied on Sun Dec 5, 2010 @ 9:24pm |
 Coolness: 37880 | Originally Posted By KORHAL
Ouch :/ That reallyyyyy blows for her. Ahahaha! XD |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» KORHAL replied on Sun Dec 5, 2010 @ 10:31pm |
| Coolness: 558535 | Pun intended. |
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| Good [+2]Toggle ReplyLink» Nuclear replied on Mon Dec 6, 2010 @ 8:18pm |
| Coolness: 2603970 | RAVE NEWS - DECEMBER 6TH
PAPA'S VAN He's a ladies' man with a party van. Wherever he goes, he brings a party in tow. He spends his days cruising the city for hot women and good times. The back of his ravemobile is equipped with the finest liquor, the hardest drugs, and the tightest music system money can buy. His ride is so epic, that people don't even flinch at the fact that he's a forty five year old man who surrounds himself with twenty year old women. They call him Papa, he calls them doll, and their evenings are spent in an erotic free for all. Papa loves the party life so much, that he refuses to ever stop. This often causes him a considerable deal of trouble, but he's an act first, think later sort of fellow. His lengthy criminal record would attest to that. The most recent of his tangles with the law took place several days ago, when he refused to leave an empty parking lot that he and his ladie friends were loitering in. Their van was blasting out acid house so loudly that the neighbours had called the cops the complain. The police eventually showed up and asked the crew to leave the area. Papa wasn't having it. He told the officers he had no intention to leave, and when they insisted, he started throwing punches. The cops caught them and threw a few back his way, which incited his little harem into action. They started piling on to the officers. The girls weren't the fiercest of fighters though, and it wasn't long before Papa and his dolls were all rounded up and arrested. Have no fear, Papa fans, because the man with the van always pulls through. No matter how often he breaks the law, no matter how often he finds himself in prison, he always ends up back on the streets, sharing phat beats with loose women and loaded men. The lesson you can learn from Papa's misadventures is that, most of the time, when you break the law, the consequences aren't that bad. Rave on, kids. Life is short. You'll lose more by following the rules then you will by breaking them. |
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| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Kire replied on Tue Dec 7, 2010 @ 11:46am |
 Coolness: 66685 | hahahaha man wtf lmao |
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| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» AYkiN0XiA replied on Tue Dec 7, 2010 @ 2:33pm |
 Coolness: 166560 | i want to visit that van :) |
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| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Nuclear replied on Wed Dec 8, 2010 @ 1:28am |
| Coolness: 2603970 | RAVE NEWS - DECEMBER 7TH
GANG WAR Not all promoters are starry eyed, kitten hugging waifs who throw parties out of the kindness of their hearts. Some event organizers are in it for the Benjamins. They throw raves to make a mint. They don't earn cash by selling tickets or energy drinks, but by controlling the flow of drugs at their events, just like clubs. Parties are a high risk, low margin business. The only way to make serious cash in the rave world is by helping people get high. A decade ago, that job went to the bikers, but now that they're on the outs in Montreal, we're starting to see more and more promoters hooking up with street gangs. This is truer of dubstep, jungle, and drumstep events then it is for the psytrance or hardcore scenes. One crew of drumstep boys got in a nasty little argument with one of Montreal's more nefarious gangs a few weeks back, and the gang decided to get some revenge last weekend at one of their parties. The guy who founded this drumstep outfit was the target of the attack, though several bystanders were also hurt. The founder was beaten, mugged, and pepper sprayed. A random girl at the party who witnessed the attack was beaten after she tried calling for an ambulance, and her boyfriend was almost knifed when he tried to stop the attack. The security at the event did what they could to put an end to the fracas, but they were pushed back. Eventually an ambulance showed up, but the gangster brats tried to shoo it away, telling the driver that they weren't needed. The medics had to wait for the police to arrive before they could do their job, but by then things had gotten nasty inside the party. One DJ was hit with a brick, and the founder's girlfriend had her skull fractured by a crowbar. The gangsters, meanwhile, threw a canister of tear gas on the dance floor, and the chaos that followed helped mask their escape. Let's hope that this kind of violence won't become endemic to Montreal's rave scene. |
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| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Kire replied on Wed Dec 8, 2010 @ 12:21pm |
| Coolness: 66685 | hahaha whoaaaa |
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| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» AlieN-A replied on Thu Dec 9, 2010 @ 2:11am |
 Coolness: 101350 | Shiiittt XD HOPE |
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| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Nuclear replied on Thu Dec 9, 2010 @ 11:56pm |
| Coolness: 2603970 | RAVE NEWS - DECEMBER 8TH
FOOTBALL WITH A TWIST This nerdy ravewaver thought he had scored an epic win after landing a date with a hottie he met through Craigslist. She was a gorgeous busty blond with big blue eyes, legs that went on forever, and a waist that would make Christina Hendricks jealous. This woman wasn't only out of his league in the looks department, she was in an entirely different galaxy. He was the milky way, and she was the sunflower. That's how far a part the two were. You'd think his brains would have made up for his lack of looks, but she outclassed him on that front too. He's a well paid sysadmin who often zips around the country to give speeches at conferences on behalf of the company that employs him. He's a smart cookie. She's just smarter. She's an M.D working on a Ph.D in a very specialized field, and is currently collaborating with one of the world's top hematologists on some fancy ass project. Basically, her IQ is as a high as her breasts are big. Why would a beautiful genius with a rack that gives grown men heart attacks go trolling Craigslist for dates? It probably had something to do with the fact that she was a crazy pervert. The full story of what happened during this raver's date from hell is a tightly guarded secret he won't divulge. We know how the evening started -- at a coffee shop on St-Denis. And we know how the date ended -- at 3am, with the nerd half naked, covered in his own filth, and stranded at a park in the South Shore. How the nerd went from clean and downtown to dirty and in the middle of nowhere isn't a complete mystery, though. The raver nerd called a friend to pick him up, and that friend managed to squeeze enough information out from him to paint a partial picture of the night's events. The woman kept changing venues, dragging the nerd from one place to another. Every time she brought the nerd to a new location, she would escalate things sexually. At first, the nerd was really digging that. He started the night flirting with her at the coffee shop, then they started kissing at a bar, started making out at another one, then he got a handjob in an alley. That's about the time things got weird. Her sexual favors took a turn for the unsettling. She started asking the nerd to do some pretty out there stuff, stuff that he was too embarrassed to tell his friend about. The last thing the nerd and the hottie did together was play a game of shit football, which was apparently less disturbing then some of the activities that the two engaged in earlier that night, because it's the only one the nerd was willing to talk to his friend about. What is a game of shit football? It's like a scatological version of Russian Roulette. You fill a condom with shit, then you throw it at the other players until it breaks open on one of them. The player who gets splattered with the broken condom has to take off a piece of clothing, which triggers the second round of the game. The game ends when one of the players loses all of their closing. That person is declared a bottom, and has to spend the rest of the night fulfilling the sexual desires of the other players. After the game of shit football, which the nerd lost, the two had outdoor scat sex. Then, for reasons only the raver knows, the woman ran off with his pants, leaving him to fend for himself. He was thankful to find that his cellphone had fallen from his pants during the woman's vanishing act. When his friend asked him what the hell was wrong with him, the nerd said he didn't regret a damn thing. It might have been disgusting and humiliating, but it was the best sex he ever had. |
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| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Nuclear replied on Thu Dec 9, 2010 @ 11:58pm |
| Coolness: 2603970 | RAVE NEWS - DECEMBER 9TH
RAVER PIMP A Montreal promoter is currently under investigation by the police after allegations that he ran one of the cities largest prostitution rings reached their ears. The promoter, who is a stalwart of the city's avant garde electro scene, reputedly started his illicit trade in human flesh back in the fall of 2003. He was good friends with one of the men who dominated Montreal's meth trade at the time, and the two of them hatched a plan that involved sexually exploiting women that became addicted to the drugs they peddled. Their modus operandi was to provide young teenage girls with free meth, heroin, and crack. Then, once their addiction firmly established and their morals were fully abandoned, the two men would coax the women into turning tricks to pay for their recently acquired drug habit. What started out as a small operation of maybe a handful of girls eventually blossomed into a full fledged enterprise with nearly forty girls spreading their legs at the behest of their raver pimps. Eventually, the promoter got greedy and pushed out the meth dealer who had helped him establish this prostitution ring. He got some hire muscle to chase the dealer off the island of Montreal. The dealer settled down in Ottawa, where he's since gone straight. He's currently working at a gas station not too far from Parliament. With his former business partner out of the way, the promoter began a period of rapid expansion, and started cutting corners in order to maximize his profit. He seemed to be completely oblivious to the fact that his actions, which were increasingly brazen, would eventually invite the scrutiny of the police. Maybe he had a reason for being so laisser faire about his prostitution ring, since it did take nearly seven years for the police to even realize that it existed. His time has finally come though, and his prostitution ring now lies in tatters. In a perfect world, this raver pimp would get tossed into jail, never to see the light of day again. However, our justice system coddles villains. Chances are, this man will spend maybe a year or two in prison, an inadequate punishing consider all the destruction that he wrought over the last decade. When he gets back out, chances are he'll go back ruining lives for pleasure and profit, and the courts of this country will shrug their shoulders and say "eh, who cares." It's the Canadian way. |
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| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Kire replied on Fri Dec 10, 2010 @ 1:44am |
| Coolness: 66685 | well maybe he can play shit football while hes in there ^^ |
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| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Nuclear replied on Sat Dec 11, 2010 @ 9:09pm |
| Coolness: 2603970 | RAVE NEWS - DECEMBER 10TH
PIZZA PIE HIGH This tiny downtown pizzaria is pulling in some big bucks through a highly illegal, but incredibly delicious side business. The owners of this greasy establishment sell more than pizza pies and diet pepsi -- they also peddle a variety of tasty, drugilicious concoctions. Pot brownies, hash butter, cocaine cola, mushroom soup, opium tea, whatever your epicurean heart desires, these pizza pros have it. Their buffet of treats is sure to leave you with a good, long buzz. Their prices might not be the best in the city, buty they're one of the most reliable providers in town. Not only can you buy your high on the premise with a simple code word and a knowing wink, you can also have your choice of munchies delivered to your flat. The pizza boys cover most of the island of Montreal, though the further out you are, the more you'll have to pay for the delivery. Thank the pizzaria's owner's son for the existence of this incredible drug buffet. He used to work as a delivery boy for his dad, and eventually noticed that three quarters of his customers were high on pot. He realized that most druggies are too damn lazy to make their own food, and often order out to satisfy their cravings. He figured he'd satisfy two of their needs with one trip, and started offerering them drugs to go along with their pizzas. He was worried about what his dad would do if he ever found out about his little operation, but to his surprise, when the dad eventually figured out his son was dabbling in the drug trade, he didn't chastise the boy -- he egged him on. He told his son he should broaden his horizons. Stop focusing on pot, and start focusing on every drug under the sun! And don't just give it raw, but cook it, bake it, shake it, and make it tasty. The son obliged, and created the now legendary buffet. Business is booming and the father and son drug dealing duo are now talking about starting some franchises. The only thing standing in their way is their fear of getting caught, but considering the incompetence of the justice system, that's not all that likely. A justice system that has spent over a hundred million dollars on a single trial -- the Pickton case -- is a system so inefficient and incompetent that it's a marvel that any bad guys are ever caught. Not that these pizza pioneers are bad guys, though. They're anti-heroes who risk the wrath of a remorseless, contemptible, and dehumanizing state apparatus, all because they engage in consensual trade with nominally free adults. The good news, though? Each time you get high, you punch the government in the nose. That's no joke: every law you break that doesn't result in police action against you helps undermine the state's legitimacy. Each time you toke up, each time you sniff a line of candy, each time you drop a tab of acid, you are rejecting the government's authority over you. These tiny acts of rebellion are accretive in nature, and overtime, they start joining together to create a culture of contempt for the state and it's power over people. That doesn't mean taking drugs is going to topple the government, but it does mean that taking drugs can help turn the government into a farce worthy of ridicule and scorn. Ravers, your body isn't state property. Prove it to yourself by finding these fine purveyors of tasty pizza and delectable narcotics. Order up a storm! Their current special, the Party Combo, is pretty epic. It includes a pizza pot pie, a two litre bottle of cocaine cola, a small tub of hash butter, and a loaf of poppy bread. Delicious? You bet. |
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| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Nuclear replied on Sat Dec 11, 2010 @ 9:13pm |
| Coolness: 2603970 | RAVE NEWS - DECEMBER 11TH
CRISPY RAVER An Ottawa raver died Thursday in what police are describing as a freak accident. The teenage party goer had left the venue of a dubstep event to relieve himself in a nearby patch of foliage when an overhead powerline snapped in half and swung into him. Investigators are uncertain as to what caused the powerline to break, but the impact of the line falling n the raver's neck was enough to kill him -- he was dead before he was fried. You'd think a tragic death like this would be enough to keep the police busy, but as party goers realized what happened, they started to stream outside and gawk. One of these ravers, a 29 year old porn shop employee, made an inappropriate joke about crispy ravers being delicious, which was overheard by a friend of the deceased. The comment sent the dead boy's chum into a furious rage. The kid picked a stick up off the ground and whacked the bad comedian right across the head, sending him flying into the ground, where he was then jumped on and pummeled by the boy. Officers had to pull the distraught teen off of the porn peddler. The boy wasn't charged with an offense though, and the x-rated comedian apologized to him for his complete lack of social grace. Just when the teen seemed to be calming down, the older man then offered the kid a voucher for the porn shop he worked at. This offer upset the boy to no end, since he thought it trivialized what had just happened to his friend. He started yelling at him with renewed intensity, which prompted the officers to restrain the teen in the back of one of their cruisers. They released him after he had settled down, and by then the man who had antagonized him was long gone. A funeral for the deceased has been set for next Friday, where no one is expected to make any jokes about crispy ravers. |
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| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Rakoon replied on Sat Dec 11, 2010 @ 9:20pm |
 Coolness: 175425 | Originally Posted By NUCLEAR
RAVE NEWS - DECEMBER 10TH PIZZA PIE HIGH Make me think of Hitler's MDMA PIZZA!!!! |
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| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Screwhead replied on Sat Dec 11, 2010 @ 10:36pm |
 Coolness: 685575 | Oh man I remember that pizza place! Holy fucking 1997 flashback! |
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