A United Front Against the RIAA and MPAAWhen I had first drawn breath as I was released from my mother's womb I was completely oblivious to the oppression that the community of the World Wide Web has suffered. I actually never had a computer until my mother had started going to college at the University of Tennessee. After my first click I was introduced into a cybernetic world full of wonder and valuable knowledge. Although the web is full of wonders, it has a darker side as internet pornography is explicitly exposed and users who desire to harass and abuse others who dwell within this global network. The abusers are called Trolls as they feed off of the hated thrown towards them by the web's casual users.A United Front Against the RIAA and MPAA2 years ago in Letters More Like This
But now the music and movie industry lobbyists are trying to destroy the free world wide web and internet created by Tim Berners-Lee. The RIAA and the MPAA are determined to convert the world wide web in to a corporate shopping network where they would employ their diabolical corporatist ways. The creation of congressiona
Citizen arrested for possesing fireworksDENVER, CO — As Americans prepared to celebrate independence from tyranny, police in Denver were working hard to lock away locals for harmless possession of fireworks.Citizen arrested for possesing fireworks3 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Fireworks are legal in Colorado, but there are a few cities — Wheat Ridge, Lakewood and Denver — with local bans.
On July 3rd, the Denver Police Department bragged about its latest bust — the arrest of a 51-year-old man with fireworks in his trunk. The department dedicated resources from its Narcotics Unit to set up an undercover sting operation on the man. The bust was lauded on the department’s Facebook page as an example of important police work:
Full story: http://www.policestateusa.com/2014/denver-fireworks-bust/
Nerd Humor(An Open Source Poem)Nerd Humor8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'd compiled a REALbasic poem
in which a Python
with a bad Lisp
concocted a Scheme
to swap a dull Ruby
for a shiny new Perl
from the king Cobol
while making Smalltalk
over a cup of Java
before knocking him out with a SNOBOL
My prof gave it a C++
Climate Change Resource PageClimate Change Resource Page - (updated as recently as 17 Dec 2012, with 16 new sites linked)Climate Change Resource Page3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
I've wrestled with an opening to this piece for the last week, and I've finally decided to just go ahead and lay it all out for those who wish to make use of it.
Knowledge is power, and knowledge of climate-change science is serious lacking for a lot of reasons. Those reasons, however, are NOT what the True Believers in 'man-made' global warming would have you believe.
A lot of people on this site believe that things are not as dire as the heavily politicized IPCC and those governments which back it, would have us believe. Most of you do not really have the time to find the information you need to counter the often scientifically illiterate responses you get from those who would blame the human race, and more specifically the Right / Conservatives / Christians / the US / White people, for what we believe is just another phase in half a billion years of climate change.
They are the ones who, fo
Deadpool Pays Tribute to a LegendDeadpool Pays Tribute to a Legend2 months ago in Drama More Like This
Deadpool, the red-suited, maniacal merc with the mouth, walked up on a dark stage with the only light being a single stage light that was shining on him. Once he reached the center of the stage, he looked out towards the audience and, being the fourth-wall breaker he is, you the reader.
"When you're confronted with a horrible situation, there are only two reactions that make sense: laughter or tears. And laughter, after all, is nature's anesthesia. Tears hurt too much," Deadpool held up a picture of legendary comic and actor, Robin Williams.
"Robin, whenever your friends or anyone was confronted with a horrible situation or just feeling down, you made it your mission to make them laugh. And maybe without knowing it, you helped hundreds of people laugh whenever they were feeling the same. You made us cry with movies like 'Dead Poets Society', you made us laugh with your stand up and shows like 'Mork & Mindy', you helped kids deal with
SV Chapter 2 War is BuisnessChapter 2SV Chapter 2 War is Buisness3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Applejack: War is Business
The trees were pathetic. Most of them were dead or dying without the care and nourishment they had been receiving for years before. They had even given up on bearing fruit. Only a dozen trees still provided bounty and they were tasteless shells of the gleaming jewels they had once been. Fed only by water and the suffocating smoke of industry, it was a miracle even these trees still stood. This land that had once been a farm of the most delicious apples for miles around had fallen into hard times, only to rise into a different kind of farming. The farming of steel and bronze. The farming of offense and defense. The farming of war machines. That's the kind of farm Sweet Apple Acres was now.
The Barn, which had once been filled with the sounds of content cows, now echoed with the sounds of unwilling metal and the harsh shouts of man. The smell of iron and sweat was always heavy in the air, as though the very walls ha
American HeartAmerica sat in at his desk with his head in his hands. He'd just listened to a recent speech his boss had given. And now his usual jovial personality was replaced by a deep distress.American Heart4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
His boss had already denied his existence, this shouldn't hurt him much more but it did.
Had he, America, not been able to stand on his own two feet for over two hundred years? Not only that, but he started by kicking Englands butt! Even though America meant no ill will towards England (he was just fun to pick on) he didn't think he really needed his help! Didn't America kick him out because he didn't want his help anymore? Americans are fully capable of doing heavy lifting, when weren't we? And when we are in over our heads, we never bow our head. We keep them up and except help.
America grimaced. Yeah, maybe he'd been a little overbearing a little over the top. But no!
Ages of the Mane 6 and other ponies.Twilight Sparkle: Age 22Ages of the Mane 6 and other ponies.1 year ago in Settings More Like This
Applejack: Age 22
Rainbow Dash: Age 21
Rarity: Age 22
Fluttershy: Age 23
Pinkie Pie: Age 22
Derpy Hooves: Age 22
Lyra & Bon-Bon: Ages 21-22
Spitfire: Age 27
Shining Armor: Age 29
Big Mac: Age 28
Applebloom, Sweetie Belle, and Scootaloo: Age 10
Spike: Age 10
Princess Celestia: Age ??????
Princess Luna: Age ????????
hero?hero?5 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Since the night Celestia had exiled Nightmare Moon into her lunar confinement, the gratuitous ponies of Equestria had plotted a special kind of holiday to commemorate this important event. Several had suggested the thought of calling it the "Summer Sun Celebration" in honor of Celestia's heroic deed. Without her, everypony would have suffered from an eternity of dark skies and chilly weather, as well as their food supply of vegetation completely being destroyed by lack of sunlight.
A simple, normal day in Canterlot carried out at the moment. The ponies continued to live their normal lives, relishing the light of day and sleeping through the undisturbed night that Celestia now took the position of.
The royal guards remained on duty, keeping the royal headquarters protected while also casually chatting during the breaks between their shifts- talking about plans for the Summer Sun Celebration and how everypony seemed prepared for it, ironically except for the Princess herself.
SV Chapter 3 War is WrongChapter 3SV Chapter 3 War is Wrong3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Fluttershy: War is Wrong
The sky was the color of murky water and the ground was like an open grave. The mud was moist with thick sweat and even thicker blood that bubbled up if even the slightest pressure was applied. People were screaming, oh were they screaming. Some people were afraid and others were in excruciating torment, the kind of torment you feel when you look down and see your insides sliding out of your body. Sometimes there were screams of fear because they didn't know what had happened and where they were; only that they hurt and they wanted someone to make the hurting stop. Sometimes there was fear because they knew where they were and what was happening and they just didn't want to be there. They wanted to be five again and to run to their mother's arms because they were afraid. The terrible sounds were everywhere; the air itself seemed to be in pain. Yet still the guns fired and the people ran forward. People still killed and people still f
Oath of PeaceI pledge my undying service to my Prime and the Autobot cause.Oath of Peace10 months ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
I shall devote my spark to achieving our goal of galactic peace,
even if I must give up my life.
I will defend the weak and helpless.
And remove any threats from the planet that which we protect.
Til All Are One.
RegretsAs the flames in her bed champers flickered and dances uninterrupted in the starry evening, a weary alicorn princess slowly removed her elegant jewellery and laid them on the pedestal. She sighed feeling a great sense of neglect and hatred being thrown across her being. She couldn’t even hear the gentle crackling of the warm, inviting flames of her fireplace that both illuminated the room providing both a warm and inviting atmosphere for the benevolent ruler of the kingdom of ponies. All the most priceless decorations of her chambers, all he most lavish and cherished possessions from rare artefacts to even gifts from one loving subjects all that she treasured the most, seemed to do nothing to ease the tension of her heart right now. It had only been one week after Tirek was imprisoned again after running rampant across her kingdom. His appetite for consuming the magic of her subjects only heightened his powers making him more and more powerful to the point where not even her mostRegrets2 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
goverment harrases home birth parentsPHILADELPHIA, PA — A woman says that after delivering her baby naturally at home, she received multiple visits from social workers to her home requiring her to prove that her baby was healthy and under government-approved medical supervision.goverment harrases home birth parents3 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
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Fatima Doumboya, 22, recently shared the story of her home-birth experience (in graphic detail) with a blog called Ms. Wright’s Way, and bluntly discussed her interactions with doctors, police, and social workers.
The birth itself went peacefully, she said, and for several days afterward, she and her husband stayed home with their new baby daughter. The couple feels some aversion to unnecessary medical interventions — part of the reason they chose to give birth at home — but reluctantly decided to visit a hospital for a checkup on Day #6.
The hospital experience, Doumboya wrote, was infuriating. When doctors found out they had performed a home-birth, she and her husband were allegedly treated as if the
+APH+ History of US-CAN Part 6 ▬1867▬+APH+ History of US-CAN Part 64 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
APH: A History of Canada US relationships --> PART 6
'I need to see my brother' this lone thought resonated in Alfred's mind during his whole journey. 'I need to see he is alive and well'. He marched on, steadily, with a certain determination visible in his step. His head held high, his shoulders straight, ignoring his still sensitive ribs, Alfred led his troops by foot over to his brother's territory.
They travelled day and night until finally, on the 7th day, t
Hetalia's September 11thSeptember 11, 2001Hetalia's September 11th5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Cat and Dragon were walking on a New York sidewalk on the beautiful September morning. They were leigerly stroling heading for Alfred's appartment 7 blocks away.
"Hey sis, what time is it?" Dragon asked, looking up to the mighty Twin Towers in the distance.
"8:44." Cat said. They continued walking when Cat's ears picked up a strange sound.
"Sis... I there an airport near by....?" She asked worridly.
"No.... why?" the younger responded unsurly.
"Because..." Cat started but didn't finish. Her eyes were locked with something. As was every other person on the street, even those who had been driving had stopped to look.
"Cat?" Dragon followed her elder siblings eye to what she was looking at. "What the..."
"Holy mother of god...." Cat muttered as a 747 passenger jet slammed into one of the World Trade Center's Towers. There wasn't a sound in the entire city. The only sounds heard were the sirens miles away from the two. Then Cat
SOPA 2014: Voluntary Agreements, TPP, and StaydownEDIT 3/22: Added some links, some additional notes, and some credit. (Also added some of the same on 3/17)SOPA 2014: Voluntary Agreements, TPP, and Staydown7 months ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
A few days ago, I started seeing journals once again ranting about how SOPA is going to take away our fandom, or even our original content, in my feed here on deviantART. I did a search for reputable sources talking about it, and found just enough to be worth discussing, but not enough to justify the panic that's happened. I vowed I would do a journal about it come the weekend.
Since then, it's blown up. I've had numerous new faves on my old write-up of SOPA 201, despite it having "2013" in the title. I wish I could be happy as well as flattered, but the piece of potential legislation I wrote about then isn't the one people are talking about now. People have been calling for me to explain the "New" SOPA, but research to cite has been scant and so has my time. I have many more obligations now than I did then, and I wrote the last article at a much less busy time
Bomb Aftereffect - AmeJapHonda Kiku, otherwise known as the nation of Japan, was kneeling on the scattered debris and rubble caused by the atomic bombs. His white uniform tattered and stained with his blood. There was a wound near his left shoulder and gashes on his arms, chest and abdomen. He had never felt so much pain in his entire life and never so much in past centuries. Over the past four years, the war has taken its toll on him as so were Italy and Germany, as with everyone who participated in this damn war.Bomb Aftereffect - AmeJap5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Honda's wounds consisted of his people and land. Dead. Gone. He could see in his eyes that those who survived were awfully dismembered and disfigured and most of them were civilians. Two of his cities blown up! Because of whom? All thanks to the United States of America. The first bomb had caused terrible destruction on Hiroshima, hence the wound on Kiku's shoulder. Despite of it, Japan didn't back down so quickly. There had been enough suffering until three days later. The seco
H.N.W.B. Chapter ThreeH.N.W.B. Chapter Three4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Ludwig's eyes flickered open, cerulean meeting those chocolate-brown ones. He remembered; Feliciano, his Feliciano had been caught by him doing what? He'd lost the rest of the memory.
"Feli," his voice raspy; he sat up in bed. "Feliciano Vargas,"
"Ve~, huh? What is wrong, Fidanzato?" was the answer he got from the Italian.
Trying not to glare in suspicion, Ludwig cleared his throat several times before asking, "What happened when I caught you doing something in the bathroom?"
"Ve~," Feliciano squeaked, not knowing how to answer. "N-nothing happened, L-Ludwig," Both of them could tell he was lying.
"Spill it, jezt!" Ludwig shouted. He wanted the answer, not tomorrow, not later; now!
"I DIDN'T KNOW!!" Feliciano screamed at him. "I didn't know, but now that I do, you'd probably kick me out and ban me forever! It's not worth it." He turned his back to Ludwig.
"What's not..?" the German tried to put a hand on Feliciano's shoulder.
"Leave me alone." The Italian muttered. "LEAVE ME ALON
Georgia on My Mind .Hetaila.Everyone was waiting for America... as usual. He was the only one that had yet to show up to the meeting. You think wanting to be the Hero of the story, he would try and show up on time more than every once and a while.Georgia on My Mind .Hetaila.5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He's here, everyone soon figured, but had no clue why he was calling Russia's name.
"...Da?" Russia asked, eyebrow raised. He was standing while the others were seated, waiting for the meeting to begin.
Out of nowhere, America ran into the room, and with a yell rivaling those in the movie 300, he threw himself at Russia. Of course, being such a... large country, He didn't budge, and Alfred was left clinging to the other.
"What's wrong with you now, Git?" Arthur asked sourly, in a bad mood any time he had to see the other's face.
"Russia!" America yelled. "He's betrayed me! Ivan, I thought we were on the same side!"
"I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about..." Ivan said with a smile. "But You clinging to me in such a way is slightly uncomfortable."
War Torn Heart"What a long horrible day." Ivan sighed as he sat down on a bench. He leaned back and looked up at the warm sun then closed his eyes. "I wish it is always this warm." He muttered to himself. As he leaned back forward he heard a familiar plop sound. "Not again." He sighed. He looked down and sitting in his lap was his heart. As he was about to put his heart back he stopped for a moment to look at it. He never noticed how beat up it was. Some parts of it where scarred and bruised and it seemed to be struggling to keep going. "Is it really beaten up this bad?" he wondered "I remember it was in a lot better shape, but that was a long time ago when I opened my heart to everyone. Before they betrayed me." His face saddened at these thoughts. He continued to stare at it thinking it could stop any second now.War Torn Heart5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Hey what are you looking at Ivan?" "I know that voice." Ivan thought as he looked up. Alfred was standing right in front of him. As
Never ForgotHetaliaNever Forgot5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Hey, Germany!" Italy cheerfully called out upon entering, without even knocking on the door to, his friend's home.
"Uggh." Italy heard Germany groaned and followed the noise. Germany's face was planted on the kitchen table, his arms hanging limply at his sides, and a few empty bottles of beer were aligned nearby. Italy pulled up a chair and petted his friend's head. He knew this look before. Many a times he found his brother Romano in the same position.
"You got dumped." Italy's straightforward comment earned him another growl from Germany. "That's a pity. I mean she was cute and fun and I really liked her and Germany you're looking at me all scary now "
Germany finally stopped glaring at Italy and lifted his head up to rubbed at the red marks left by the table.
"Hey cheer up, Germany." Italy patted Germany's shoulder. "She was just your first girlfriend, right? Everyone gets dumped and, hmm " Italy brought his hand to his chin and rubbed it. "Though now th
Hetalia Old Spice Parodies 1Rome:Hetalia Old Spice Parodies 14 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Look at your man, now back to me, now back at your man, now back to me. Sadly, he isn't me, but if he started using Old Spice you could try and pretend he is me. Look down, look back up, where are you? You're on a deserted island with a German, a Japanese, an Austrian, and the country your country could be like. What's in your hand? Look up, I have it, a guitar to play that one song you love about Heaven and Hell. Look again, the Guitar is now hundreds of sparkles, showing off my manly body along with a spotlight, illuminating those sparkles even further. Anything is possible when you are the Roman Empire and not some other country. I'm on a boat.
Look at your man, now back to me, now back at ein man, now back to me. Sadly, he cannot slick his hair back like mine, but if he started using ein Old Spice, you could try and pretend he is me. Look down, back up, where are you? You're in the country your country could be like. What's in your hand? I have it. It's an oyster w
Hetalia Old Spice Parody 4Iceland : (As Requested by KellyIouri)Hetalia Old Spice Parody 44 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Iceland- Look at your man, now back at me, now back at your man, now back at me. Sadly, he isn't me. But if he used old spice, and get a puffin, you could pretend that he was me. Look down, back up, where are we? At my house, because I believe some tourism is long overdue. What's in your hand? Look up, I have it, It's a puffin cereal. It is very good, I hear. Look again, it's a real puffin, my puffin, Mr. Puffin. Anything is possible when you're Iceland and not some other country. I will not call Norway Onii-san.
Denmark: (As Resquested by KellyIouri)
Denmark: Hej Ladies~! Look at your man, now back at me, now back at your man, now back to me. Sadly, he isn't me. Maybe if he got some Old Spice, wild blond hair, awesome blue eyes, and a show-stopping, paralyzing grin, you could pretend he was me. Look down, look back up, where are you? At the bar with the man your man could only wish he was, and with his best friend ever, Norway. What's in your h
Screams From VietnamBaby, those dark circles under your eyesScreams From Vietnam1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Don't look good on you at all
The funeral is over
The war is gone
Why are you still screamin' in the night?
Baby, just ignore the people
Throwing trash at you
They don't know what you've been through
Stop looking at your hands
There's no blood on them anymore
Everything's fallin' in
Those concert sidewalks are turnin' into jungles
You can barely breath
As you watch your
Comrade's blood fall before you
Wake up wake up
There's no blood on your hands anymore
The funeral is over
The war is gone
Why are you still screamin' in the night?
I can't see you in this concert jungle
I think its funny
How no one saw your glazed over eyes
When you got that shiny little thing
Because its just something for your
Haunted memories to collect dust on
The funeral is over
The war is gone