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	"For me to now be running a school system and not take a position to fight for the educational rights of kids, regardless of immigration status, would be the equivalent of me turning my back on myself," Carvalho says.		"For me to now be running a school system and not take a position to fight for the educational rights of kids, regardless of immigration status, would be the equivalent of me turning my back on myself," Carvalho says.
	But all the criticism hasn't hurt business.		But all the criticism hasn't hurt business.
		+	This motley collection of aliases is a denizen of mostly Youtube, though has been known to inhabit various other forums, and is well known amongst those who appreciate the rather insane form of ranting that she is truly master of.
		+	IRL, this collection of aliases is known as Clara Luisa Massa, Ex-resident of unhappy Greenock,(current resident of sunny Maryhill, Glasgow) Scotland, avid supporter of the Greenock Golf Course, and the Clydeport Container terminal..
		+	'Yes, this is what she looks like'
		+	This rather interesting character, as has been found out by a number of poor unfortunates online, is a rather dangerously psychotic and foul-mouthed individual who has some interesting ideas as to how she thinks the universe operates.
		+	She is a firm believer in various Conspiracy Theories, the most common one ranted about on Youtube being that everyone who isn't Clara there who doesn't agree with Clara is somehow part of a giant conspiracy run by an evil mastermind, that they're all part of a human botnet, and, they all conspired to steal her 1943 penny, and because of this theft, reality is somehow the worse off.
		+	Her insane ranting style and willingness to carry on doing so for hours at the slightest provocation has, for a number of years now (at least 5, but maybe even the full decade), made her the choice target for selective trolling on a number of subjects (e.g. The environment, power tools, noise, drugs), resulting in the varying degrees of Lulz documented on this page.
		+	Nobody likes a cockroach in their house.
		+	But before you smash the unwelcome intruder, consider this: that six-legged critter might one day save your life.
		+	That's right. Insects—long known to spread diseases—could potentially help cure them.
		+	Or rather, the microbes living inside them could. Scientists have discovered dozens of microorganisms living in or on insects that produce antimicrobial compounds, some of which may hold the key to developing new antibiotic drugs.
		+	They can't come too soon.
		+	More infections are becoming resistant to common antibiotics, and the pipeline of new antibiotic drugs has slowed to a trickle.
		+	"There is a growing demand [for antibiotics], and a diminishing supply," explains Gerry Wright, who directs the Michael G. DeGroote Institute for Infectious Disease Research at McMaster University.
		+	Most antibiotic drugs have been discovered from bacteria living in the soil.
		+	But Cameron Currie, professor of bacteriology at the University of Wisconsin-Madison, says that searching the soil for new antibiotics has become increasingly futile.
		+	"They keep finding already known antibiotics," Currie says.
		+	"There's a common sentiment that the well of antibiotics from soil... is dry."
		+	Fortunately, there may be another well. Currie and a team of 28 researchers recently published a paper in Nature Communications showing that some of the bacteria living in insects are really good at killing the germs that make people sick.
		+	"There's an estimated 10 million species [of insect] on the planet," Currie says.
		+	"That implies a huge potential for a lot of new [antibiotic] compounds."
		+	Each insect contains an entire ecosystem of microorganisms, just like the microbiome found in humans.
		+	And there's one quality that many of those insect-associated microbes have in common, says Jonathan Klassen, assistant professor of molecular and cell biology at the University of Connecticut and an author on the study.
		+	They don't get along with each other very well.
		+	And by don't get along, he means they're constantly trying to kill each other through biochemical warfare.
		+	Many of the microorganisms in insects make compounds that are toxic to other microbes—essentially, natural antibiotics.
		+	Some of those natural antibiotics attracted Currie's attention while he was a student, researching leaf cutter ants.
		+	Leaf cutter ants are among nature's most prolific gardeners.
		+	They actually don't eat the leaves they cut — instead they use them to cultivate a special type of fungus for food. Still, it's not easy being a fungus farmer.
		+	"Like human agriculture, the ants have problems with disease," Currie says.
		+	"I found a specialized pathogen that attacks their fungus garden."
		+	Fortunately, the ants have a tool to deal with the problem.
		+	A species of bacteria living on the ants' exoskeletons produces a toxin that kills the pathogen. Like the pesticides a gardener uses, the toxin keeps the ants' garden disease-free.
		+	If ants could use these bacterial compounds to treat disease in their fungus gardens, could doctors use them to treat disease in people? If so, what other insects might also be carrying disease-fighting microbes?
		+	To answer those questions, Currie and his team spent years collecting thousands of insects, including cockroaches, from Alaska to Brazil.
		+	"Every few months somebody would be going out somewhere to collect something," remembers Klassen, who was working at the time as a postdoctoral researcher on the project.
		+	The team tested bacteria from each insect to determine if they could kill common human pathogens, such as E. coli and methicillin-resistant Staphylococcus aureus (MRSA).
		+	They then compared the results from strains of insect bacteria to strains drawn from plants and soil.
		+	"We were really surprised that [insect strains] were not just as good, but apparently better at inhibiting [pathogens]," Currie says.
		+	Once a scientist has discovered that a strain of bacteria can kill germs, the next step in drug development is to determine what bacterial compound is responsible for the antimicrobial activity—like a cook searching for the secret ingredient in a particularly delicious soup.
		+	Currie's team had found dozens of promising bacterial strains in insects.
		+	And each could yield a secret ingredient that might be a new antibiotic compound.
		+	That in itself was a big accomplishment. But the researchers went a step further.
		+	They isolated one compound from one particularly promising bacterial strain and showed that it could inhibit fungal infections in mice, an important step in drug development.
		+	The compound, cyphomycin, is found on Brazilian fungus-farming ants, close relatives of the ants Currie studied as a PhD student.
		+	Though it's far from becoming an approved drug, the research shows that antibiotic compounds new to science can be isolated from insects.
		+	Wright, an antibiotic researcher who did not participate in the study, says that previous research has shown that single insect species contained antimicrobial compounds.
		+	But this is the first study to comprehensively demonstrate that insects as a group are a promising source of new antimicrobials.
		+	"No one's ever done something on this scale before," Wright explains.
		+	Currie is hopeful that cyphomycin may one day be approved to treat yeast infections in people.
		+	But before that happens, it must undergo years of further testing.
		+	"It [cyphomycin] is a million miles away [from approval]," Wright says. "That's the reality of drug discovery."
		+	Still, Wright says the researchers have already overcome one of the toughest hurdles in drug development by demonstrating that the compound works in mice.
		+	For Klassen, the stakes are too high not to try.
		+	"Efforts such as this study are crucial to keeping the antibiotic pipeline flowing so that disease doesn't gain the upper hand," he says.
		+	In the end, the consequences of a world without antibiotics are enough to make scientists look for new drugs in unconventional places—even if that means looking in a cockroach.
		+	In 2015, Mexican-born writer Valeria Luiselli began volunteering as an interpreter in New York City's federal immigrant court.
		+	To say that her experience helping undocumented refugee children with the 40-question intake form had a major impact on Luiselli and her work is putting it mildly.
		+	This was first evidenced by Tell Me How It Ends: An Essay in Forty Questions (2017), a powerful little chapbook in which Luiselli addressed the plight of these children and the chill of ICE. Now her brilliant new novel, Lost Children Archive, takes these issues — and this extraordinary writer — to a new level.
		+	Read together with Tell Me How It Ends, Luiselli's third novel is, among other things, a fascinating demonstration of the interplay between fiction and nonfiction — and a window into how a writer can forge two very different books from the same raw material.
		+	Released from the constraints of journalism, her freewheeling novelist's imagination has created a daring, wholly original — though less direct — take on the issue of child refugees.
		+	Both the essay and novel involve a cross-country car trip from New York City to the borderlands of southeast Arizona.
		+	In the essay, Luiselli writes of a family summer vacation she and her husband took in 2014 with their two children while awaiting their green cards. In Lost Children Archive, the nameless Mama and Papa are sound documentarians each pursuing their own project. They head southwest with the man's ten-year-old son and the woman's five-year-old daughter, referred to as "the boy" and "the girl" – a blended family forged four years earlier.
		+	The irony is that this voyage of intense togetherness threatens the survival of "the little tribe they have so carefully, lovingly, and painstakingly created." What divides them are goals pulling the two parents in incompatible directions.
		+	Mama, the book's primary narrator, plans to return to New York after this trip, during which she is working on a story about missing child refugees, including the two daughters of a woman she helped in New York. The narrator's husband is documenting sounds, "chasing ghosts and echoes ... where the last free peoples on the entire American continent lived" before Geronimo surrendered to the "white-eyes" in 1886.
		+	He expects his project will take years. The boy is old enough to sense the tensions and worry about losing the family he's come to love.
		+	The seed of Luiselli's novel is planted in her essay, when the author wonders, "Were they to find themselves alone crossing borders and countries, would my own children survive?"
		+	This upsetting thought, repeated almost verbatim in the novel, is a big, dread-inducing "uh-oh."
		+	Luiselli, a formally experimental collagist of a writer who conceives of her work as a dialogue with various texts, has filled this novel with imbedded references and quotes from a semester's worth of seminal books and documents about road trips, Native American history, and immigration, which the family tote cross-country in seven boxes.
		+	Remarkably, these materials add edifying heft without weighing down the novel.
		+	Prime sources include Ezra Pound's Cantos and Jack Kerouac's On the Road, which she thoughtfully flags in her comprehensive notes (in sharp contrast with Vladimir Nabokov in his cross-country novel, Lolita, who made readers suss out his allusions on their own).
		+	Still, between the parents' stony silences and the grim sights along their route, this trip is no joy ride.
		+	They drive through a country blighted by abandoned gas stations, churches, factories and motels.
		+	Luiselli's vision can be harsh. Instead of amber waves of grain, she sees "fields sectioned into quadrangular grids, gang-raped by heavy machinery, bloated with modified seeds and injected with pesticides."
		+	In response to repeated encounters with police and locals hostile to "aliens," they dodge conflict by saying they're French, or screenwriters working on a spaghetti western.
		+	One of the trickier items in the mother's box is a red-bound volume called Elegies for Lost Children, purported to be the only work by an Italian writer named Ella Camposanto. This distressing chronicle of migrant children, a shadow book-within-the-book, serves as a repository for the boy's hazy Polaroid pictures and comes to play a pivotal role in Luiselli's novel.
		+	It is one of several instances in which the children are exposed to troubling material they are too young to fully understand. They deal with this information in part with backseat play-acting, pretending to be lost children in the desert who have run away from "white-eyes" and border patrol officers.
		+	The mother, struggling to find a way to do justice to her story of the lost children, wonders if perhaps her children's reenactments might do it best – and in fact Luiselli hands off part of the narration of this book to the preternaturally wise ten-year-old boy.
		+	I was a big fan of Luiselli's 2015 novel, The Story of My Teeth, which I flagged as quirky, playful, and thought-provoking. Lost Children Archive is more sobering than playful, but what Luiselli has pulled off here is a twist on the great American road trip novel, a book about alienation as well as aliens that chronicles fractures, divides, and estrangement — of both a family and a country.
		+	Like her earlier work, it's a remarkable feat of empathy and intellectuality that once again showcases Luiselli's ability to braid the political, historical, and personal while explicitly addressing the challenges of figuring out how to tell the very story she's telling.

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	No gloves or dressings: Inside the last pediatric surgical ward in Venezuela's capital.		No gloves or dressings: Inside the last pediatric surgical ward in Venezuela's capital.
	Maria Ressa, journalist and Duterte critic, arrested in Philippines.		Maria Ressa, journalist and Duterte critic, arrested in Philippines.
		+	Thousands of migrant children continue to arrive at the Southern border every month, without their parents, to ask for asylum.
		+	The government sends many of them to an emergency intake shelter in South Florida.
		+	That facility has come under intense scrutiny because it's the only child shelter for immigrants that's run by a for-profit corporation and the only one that isn't overseen by state regulators.
		+	The Homestead "temporary influx facility" is the biggest and most controversial shelter for migrant children in the country.
		+	Critics say the government is warehousing kids in a makeshift prison camp.
		+	But on a recent tour, the shelter director took pains to show a different perspective.
		+	The kids, ages 13 to 17, live in sand-colored dormitories, amid palm trees and bougainvillea, inside a fenced campus next to Homestead Air Reserve Base, south of Miami. The tour guide showed off the soccer field, the phone-home room, the medical clinic and the school classrooms.
		+	She described holiday parties, talent shows and pizza and ice cream for good behavior.
		+	The young immigrants, mostly from Central America, receive health and dental checkups, new clothes and hygiene kits.
		+	They're assigned a case manager with whom they work to get released to an adult sponsor.
		+	Discipline is strict. The teenagers walk single file in groups of 12, escorted by a youth-care worker.
		+	They smile at a visitor and call out "hola" when greeted.
		+	But that's all a reporter ever hears.
		+	On these visits, journalists are not permitted to record anything, take photographs, or speak to the children.
		+	It's for the minors' privacy and protection, officials say.
		+	Several days after the tour, a group of attorneys agrees to sit down and describe their interviews with two dozen of the migrant children.
		+	They have been granted access to these shelters by a federal judge to oversee the welfare of unaccompanied kids in federal custody.
		+	"We see a very different picture," says Leecia Welch, senior director of legal advocacy and child welfare at the National Center for Youth Law. "We see extremely traumatized children, some of whom sit across from us and can't stop crying over what they're experiencing."
		+	She continues, "We hear stories of children who are told from the first day of their orientation that under no circumstances can they touch another child in the facility, even their own sibling, even friends who they're saying goodbye to after many months of shared intense experience.
		+	They can't hug them goodbye. If they do, they're told they will be written up and it could affect their immigration case."
		+	Welch concludes, "We see a very different picture than the reporters see."
		+	Homestead is like no other federal children's shelter in America.
		+	Not only is it the biggest — it has been contracted to receive up to 2,350 kids — it's the only youth sanctuary operated for a profit.
		+	The operator is Comprehensive Health Services.
		+	The Florida-based company dispatched medical teams to the Gulf Coast after Hurricane Katrina, to Haiti after the earthquake, and to Balad Air Base in Iraq.
		+	And in 2016, it entered the migrant shelter business.
		+	The current Homestead contract with the Department of Health and Human Services is worth up to $220 million.
		+	The average daily cost to care for a child at an influx facility is about $775 a day, according to Evelyn Stauffer, press secretary at the U.S. Department of Health and Human Services.
		+	With nearly 1,600 children at Homestead, that puts the burn rate at over $1.2 million a day.
		+	The average cost for a migrant child at one of the 130 smaller, permanent shelters contracted to HHS is about a third of that.
		+	"The cost of a temporary shelter is significantly higher because of the need to develop facilities quickly and hire significant staff over a short period of time," Stauffer wrote in an email to NPR.
		+	Jonathan Hayes is the acting director and chief of staff of the Office of Refugee Resettlement, which oversees the shelter network.
		+	"At times due to just migration patterns," he explains, "there is a need to have temporary influx shelters such as Homestead. I'd rather have capacity available and not need it, than to need it and not have it."
		+	Immigrant advocates fear that America's prison-industrial complex is now expanding into federal child custody.
		+	"From what I understand, it's the first for-profit child detention center," says Maria Rodriguez, executive director of the Florida Immigrant Coalition. "So just let that sink in."
		+	Company executives declined to be interviewed.
		+	But a Comprehensive Health Services vice president said in an email that "the safety and welfare of unaccompanied minors at the Homestead facility is a top priority" and that they follow all laws and every new hire is fully screened.
		+	In announcing its initial public offering in filings with the Securities and Exchange Commission last fall, Homestead's parent company, Caliburn International, states that the Trump administration's "border enforcement and immigration policy ... is driving significant growth." The company also warns investors that the "challenging and politically charged environment" could "adversely impact our share price."
		+	"Caliburn's SEC filings make it clear that they understand the controversial nature of the policies that they are benefiting from," says Kevin Connor, director of Public Accountability Initiative, a watchdog research group that has looked into Caliburn's IPO.
		+	More than 5,000 migrant children in January
		+	Meanwhile, the migrant kids keep coming.
		+	In January, the Border Patrol reported more than 5,000 "unaccompanied alien children" apprehended at the border, almost all from Guatemala, El Salvador and Honduras.
		+	Once in federal custody, they are sent to Homestead or to one of the 130 smaller permanent shelters.
		+	ORR insists that its mission is child welfare, not immigrant detention, which is the responsibility of Immigration and Customs Enforcement.
		+	Jonathan Hayes of ORR says the shelter facilities are a far better environment than the austere holding cells at the border.
		+	"The main mission is to ensure kids are not stuck in true detention facilities and cages in Border Patrol stations. That's the goal of all of us here at ORR and our grantees. We want to get these kids into our shelters as safely and quickly as possible, without delay," he says.
		+	But immigrant advocates say the kids are kept at those shelters for too long — an average of 67 days at Homestead — before they're released to live with a sponsor and wait for a court date.
		+	And they want the facility closed.
		+	Now Democrats have introduced legislation in Congress that would do just that. It's called the Shut Down Child Prison Camps Act.
		+	Another sprawling emergency shelter, the Tornillo tent camp in the West Texas desert, closed last month amid incendiary criticism and the nonprofit operator's desire not to renew the contract.
		+	"There is absolutely no basis for detaining children at an influx facility for months and months on end," says Neha Desai, director of immigration at the National Center for Youth Law.
		+	Homestead is unique because it's a temporary overflow facility on federal property.
		+	That means the shelter doesn't have to be licensed by the state and follow Florida child care standards, though it does have to comply with federal regulations.
		+	Being on federal land also means the shelter does not have to be part of the local public school system.
		+	The shelter director says the children receive proper educational services, and showed a reporter an instructor teaching English to a full classroom. But Alberto Carvalho, superintendent of Miami-Dade County Public Schools, says there's no way to verify the quality of education.
		+	"For me this is personal," he says, explaining how he came to the U.S. as an unaccompanied immigrant from Portugal at age 17.
		+	He rose to become chief of the nation's fourth-largest school district, which is predominantly immigrant.
		+	Now he's angry that the federal government is telling him he cannot inspect Homestead's classrooms.
		+	"For me to now be running a school system and not take a position to fight for the educational rights of kids, regardless of immigration status, would be the equivalent of me turning my back on myself," Carvalho says.
		+	But all the criticism hasn't hurt business.

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	Thanks to them. (That which is used for the authorities can help us.)"		Thanks to them. (That which is used for the authorities can help us.)"
	In the event I fail to get bitcoins, I will undoubtedly direct your recording to each of your contacts, including family members, colleagues, etc?		In the event I fail to get bitcoins, I will undoubtedly direct your recording to each of your contacts, including family members, colleagues, etc?
		+	US charges former Air Force intelligence specialist with spying for Iran.
		+	Trump intends to sign border deal to avoid another shutdown.
		+	Going it alone on the wall would be peak Trump.
		+	Opinion: In border deal, Democrats gave too much away.
		+	The wreck of a WWII US Navy aircraft carrier, lost for 76 years, has been found.
		+	The FBI wants help identifying serial killer's portraits of his victims.
		+	Is the mission over for the Mars Opportunity rover?
		+	Trophy hunter pays $110,000 to kill and pose with rare mountain goat.
		+	Apple and Google urged to remove Saudi app that tracks women.
		+	A not-so-funny story about blackface.
		+	Yearbook photo shows Baton Rouge police officers dressed in blackface for undercover operation.
		+	Katy Perry faces criticism over shoes that evoke blackface.
		+	A third of Americans say blackface is ok for Halloween costumes.
		+	This is why blackface is offensive.
		+	Texas police find 4 malnourished children -- 2 of them locked in a dog crate.
		+	Union demands apology after seeing Confederate book displayed in congressman's office.
		+	Here's how Bernie Sanders wants to save Social Security.
		+	Lady Gaga supports Cardi B's Grammy win.
		+	Meet Andy Cohen's new son.
		+	How Democrats are handing Donald Trump a viable path to a second term.
		+	The 2020 Democratic field is more liberal than past years.
		+	Democrats are rejecting corporate PACs. Here's what that means.
		+	Valentine's Day in the land of the arranged marriage.
		+	Reports: Apple seeks 50% of revenue in deal with news publishers.
		+	What the 'El Chapo' Guzmán verdict means for the Sinaloa cartel.
		+	Mexican drug lord Joaquin 'El Chapo' Guzmán is found guilty on all counts.
		+	Ted Cruz pushes for El Chapo to pay for wall after drug lord's conviction.
		+	What it was like to capture El Chapo, from the DEA agent who helped take him down.
		+	Police: Florida yoga studio shooter planned attack for months.
		+	13 strange and awkward lines from Howard Schultz's CNN town hall.
		+	Ex-Starbucks CEO Schultz: 'I honestly don't see color'.
		+	Howard Schultz won't say if he would sell his Starbucks stock if he became president.
		+	Opinion: With Howard Schultz, there's no there there.
		+	This software program could help prevent future school shootings.
		+	Parkland student: When a book drops or a siren wails, we remember that day.
		+	Gun-safety groups look to 2020 a year after Parkland.
		+	This is where Parkland shooter Nikolas Cruz's death penalty trial is a year later.
		+	In 'Since Parkland,' students chronicle the gun-related deaths of their peers.
		+	New York detective killed in friendly fire incident, commissioner says.
		+	Bipartisanship: Two history-making women already showing how it's done.
		+	USC settles class action lawsuit against gynecologist accused of sexual misconduct.
		+	Ivanka Trump's next policy push: Paid family leave.
		+	Trump's anti-media speech has been weaponized.
		+	No gloves or dressings: Inside the last pediatric surgical ward in Venezuela's capital.
		+	Maria Ressa, journalist and Duterte critic, arrested in Philippines.

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	Sangthong has been in prison for 4 years and 7 months.		Sangthong has been in prison for 4 years and 7 months.
	Sentenced to the year 2524 and come out to receive singing and acting movies again.		Sentenced to the year 2524 and come out to receive singing and acting movies again.
		+	Hope you will not really mind my language grammar, because i am from Indonesia.
		+	I toxified your gadget with a trojan and im in possession of your personal files out of your operating-system.
		+	It previously was mounted on an adult site after which you've picked the online video, viewed it, my application quickly got into your system.
		+	Then, your front-cam captured you wank, on top of that i caught a vid that you have viewed.
		+	Soon after a short while additionally, it pulled out all your social contact list.
		+	In case you need me to wipe out your everything i have got - give me 450 dollars in btc it's a cryptocurrency.
		+	Its my btc account number :
		+	At this moment you will have 25 hr s. to make up your mind The moment i will receive the deal i am going to get rid of this movie and every little thing entirely. In any other case, you should be certain that the video is going to be sent to all your buddies.
		+	Hi, this account has been infected! Change your pswd right this moment!
		+	You probably do not know anything about me and you obviously are most probably wanting to know why you're receiving this particular electronic message, is it right?
		+	I'mhacker who openedyour emailand systema few months ago.
		+	Never make an attempt to communicate with me or alternatively find me, it is definitely impossible, considering that I sent you an email from YOUR own account that I've hacked.
		+	I have started spyware on the adult videos (porno) website and suppose you spent time on this site to have fun (you realize what I want to say).
		+	During you have been paying attention to video clips, your browser began operating as a RDP (Remote Control) that have a keylogger which provided me access to your desktop and camera.
		+	After that, my applicationgatheredall info.
		+	You typed passwords on the web services you visited, and I caught all of them.
		+	Surely, you'll be able to modify them, or possibly already changed them.
		+	Even so it does not matter, my program updates needed data every time.
		+	What I have done?
		+	I made a reserve copy of your device. Of each file and each contact.
		+	I got a dual-screen movie. The 1st section reveals the clip that you were observing (you have the perfect taste, huh...), the 2nd screen demonstrates the movie from your camera.
		+	What exactly must you do?
		+	Clearly, I think, 1000 USD is a realistic amount of money for this little secret. You will make the deposit by bitcoins (in case you don't recognize this, try to find “how to buy bitcoin” in Google).
		+	My bitcoin wallet address:
		+	(It is cAsE sensitive, so copy and paste it).
		+	Important:
		+	You have only 48 hours to make the payment. (I built in an exclusive pixel to this e-mail, and at this point I understand that you've read through this email.
		+	To trace the reading of a message and the activity within it, I installed a Facebook pixel.
		+	Thanks to them. (That which is used for the authorities can help us.)"
		+	In the event I fail to get bitcoins, I will undoubtedly direct your recording to each of your contacts, including family members, colleagues, etc?

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 - Shredni Chisholm: definition of bulldada
 DADAISM (Fr. dada, hobby horse), an artistic movement begun in Zurich in 1916 as a protest against the folly of war and against the civilization that engendered it.
-Its scope was enlarged, as it spread to Berlin, Paris, and New York, to express disgust with all that was conventional and sacrosanct by portraying deliberately inane objects as art of the highest order. The school was well represented by such artists as Man Ray, Max Ernst, Marcel Duchamp, and Hans Arp, and succeeded in developing psychological, aesthetic, and technical experiments through its encouragement of uncensored spontaneity, thereby allowing a multitude of new forms to appear in the artistic world which eventually found their milieu in the more guided application of surrealism. The movement faded out in 1922 and many Dadaists became surrealists.
+Its scope was enlarged, as it spread to Berlin, Paris, and New York, to express disgust with all that was conventional and sacrosanct by portraying deliberately inane objects as art of the highest order.

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 They're for his high blood pressure. He explains that he recently had his brain examined for aneurysms -- doctors injected iodine into his bloodstream and scanned his skull with nuclear rays or something.
 "The sad thing is, I got a piece of paper that said my brain was normal," Stang/Smith says. "But don't print that in your newspaper, it will ruin me."
 But actually, he later decides, maybe it won't. "What good would a religion be without its hypocrisy?" Stang booms in his best tent-revival twang.
 " Bob's' church was built on the shifting, sandy beach of hypocrisy -- and ten-dollar bills!" And before we cast any stones, let us reflect upon the Eternal Word of J.R. "Bob" Dobbs, who sayeth: "I don't practice what I preach, because I'm not the kind of man I'm preaching to."

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		+	Everyone here is stupid.
		+	The SubGenius must have Slack.
		+	Act like a dumbshit and they'll treat you like an equal.
		+	Don't just eat that hamburger, eat the HELL out of it!
		+	Fuck 'em if they can't take a joke.
		+	Just because some jackass is an atheist doesn't mean that his prophets and gods are any less false.
		+	Pull the wool over your own eyes.
		+	Relax in the safety of your own delusions.
		+	They may be Pink, but their money's still green!
		+	This "Church of the SubGenius" is the best scam I ever pulled.
		+	You'll PAY to know what you really think.
		+	You know how dumb the average person is? Well, by definition, half of 'em are even dumber than THAT.
		+	"Too much" is always better than not enough.
		+	I don't practice what I preach because I'm not the kind of person I'm preaching to.
		+	Give me (Slack, food, money, a job, etc.), or KILL ME!
		+	Eternal Salvation — Or TRIPLE your money back!
		+	Do What Keepeth Thou from Wilting Shall Be the Loophole of The Law.
		+	I'd rather be lucky than good any day.
		+	I always lie . . . and I'm always right.
		+	There are two kinds of people in the world: those who say, "There are two kinds of people in the world: those who say there are two kinds of people in the world, and the other kind," and there's who don't say. Well, then there's me.
		+	If you have no Pipe I will give you one; if you do not, I will take it away from you.
		+	[on capital punishment] Forgive them first... then kill them.
		+	[when asked if he was interested in discovering what was behind the Veil of Illusion] HELL no! I'm interested in what's behind the veil of ORDINARY REALITY.
		+	Pull off your pants and roll in your own mistakes.
		+	In My Father's Midway Are Many Bumper Car Rides.
		+	I choose to believe in an afterlife only because it is too horrible to believe that such a cool stud as myself could be allowed to disappear from the universe. [Diary entry, age 15]
		+	There IS no God — but if you're any kind of real American, you'll demand that He treat you as an EQUAL.
		+	I am the global village idiot!
		+	If humor is based on the misfortune of others, then I suppose you might call me the greatest comedian of all time.
		+	Don't forgive them, for they know exactly what they do.
		+	The stupider it looks, the more important it probably is.
		+	The immediate problem with tonight's guest -- a wavy-haired evangelist from Texas who goes by the name of Ivan Stang -- is that he looks too . . . too . . . well, normal.
		+	Just a bit on the strait-laced side for the smugly weird brand of late-night television practiced on "The Jon Stewart Show."
		+	"You don't happen to have any wilder pants, do you?" asks a young producer, herself clad in billowing bell-bottoms and tottering on "Brady Bunch"-era platform shoes.
		+	"You need green pants. Neon green bell-bottoms would be fabulous!" Visuals, she preaches, more visuals.
		+	"What will be coming out of my mouth will be wild and crazy enough," promises the bluejeaned Rev. Stang, apostle of the Church of the SubGenius, sacred scribe to J.R. "Bob" Dobbs, the pipe-smoking prophet of the alien Jehovah-1.
		+	To accuse Stang of being even remotely normal is the most vile of blasphemies against "Bob."
		+	Perhaps you do not yet know the Word of "Bob," an authentic cult figure since 1980, not to be confused with the new Microsoft home computer program of the same name.
		+	Is "Bob" a god? A cartoon? An elaborate piece of theater, or a simple act of faith? As with any religion, mystery is part of the deal.
		+	Even such avatars of the edge as Stewart haven't quite figured out "Bob." Backstage, Stewart asks, "Is Bob' the guy who hangs with the normals?"
		+	"Hell no!" Stang fumes. "He hangs normals. He strips away their skin and makes nooses with it and hangs them with that!"
		+	"This is larger than we are," says Stewart, awestruck, shaken. "This is greater than we realize . . ." The host flees to the safety of his dressing room.
		+	It's through Satan's success
		+	That Dobbs' word receives press.
		+	July 5, 1998 -- remember that date, ye of little faith. It is X-Day, when only the true, dues-paying ministers of the Church of the SubGenius (mail $30 to P.O. Box 140306, Dallas, Tex. 75214) will experience the Rupture, and be spirited away in saucers by sex-crazed, orifice-focused aliens, to experience infinite, eternal Slack with "Bob."
		+	{Important note: The name "Bob" must always appear in quotes, for the Bob that can be named is not the true "Bob."
		+	Also, as a concept of bliss akin to Heaven, Slack must always be capitalized. Slack is mainly achieved by avoiding work and fornicating; it is the root of the now-overused term "slacker."}
		+	We could fill page after page attempting to explain the SubGenius, the Divine Yeti, the Pinks and the Conspiracy -- but that's why Stang wrote "Revelation X: The Bob' Apocryphon," his fourth and latest book.
		+	And we're not here to convert anyone, although salvation is readily available in SubGenius Pamphlet No. 1 (still only $1), which counsels: "Are You Abnormal? THEN YOU ARE PROBABLY BETTER THAN MOST PEOPLE!"
		+	The beginners -- the normals -- always ask: So, it's a joke, right? A phony religion, set up only to make money, a parody of those slimy televangelists, ha-ha-ha. But behold: The rantings of the Rev. Stang and the teachings of "Bob" are as invidious and enduring as those of "normal" cults.
		+	At least 6,000 people are now card-carrying SubGenius "ministers"; tens of thousands more have read the scripture or participated in the live "devivals" staged by followers around the nation.
		+	Major musical fringe figures such as Mojo Nixon ("Burn Down the Malls"), Mark Mothersbaugh ("We Are Devo") and Negativland ("Helter Stupid") ascribe to SubGenius teachings. Last week college kids lined up around the block to hear the word of J.R. "Bob" Dobbs preached on Jon Stewart's post-"Letterman" show, which also featured some hip old guy named Tony Bennett.
		+	And, lo, on this very day the Sacred Head of Dobbs stares from the pages of a nationally known newspaper.
		+	Coincidence? "There are no coincidences -- not when there's money to be made," said Dobbs, as recorded in the Gospel of Philo.
		+	Epiphany of the Clip Art We call upon the Rev. Stang, a rangy 41-year-old, in a Central Park hotel room that boasts all the spaciousness and elegance of a veal-fattening pen.
		+	It also reeks of the holy man's many Merit Ultra Lights.
		+	Immediately Stang locates the requisite Gideon Bible, but instead of holding forth on the Word of the Lord, he uses the Good Book to wedge open a window.
		+	"I knew that thing would come in handy for something someday," the preacher scoffs.
		+	His accent is deep cowpoke, heavily salted with sarcasm. "The only reason I became a preacher is that the other ones who were doing it were so embarrassing," Stang explains. "I preach in nightclubs and dives, not to the pew-packers and the saved."
		+	Religion has gotten a bad name over the years thanks to sex-mad money grubbers, new age frauds, posturing politicians, suicidal fanatics, gun-toting fetus protectors and blood-thirsty territorial hegemonists, to name but a few.
		+	Stang's church -- a tax-paying, for-profit, noncharitable institution -- welcomes all who despise everything insane that's done in the name of God.
		+	"We're the only church that admits we're in it for the hate -- pure hate," he says.
		+	Nestled on his bed are two latex heads, important totems. One is of "Bob" Dobbs, the immortal super-salesman of the 1950s who communed with aliens. The other is of a legendary golfer, gravely wounded by a blow from a 9-iron.
		+	Why do they worship the Bleeding Head of Arnold Palmer?
		+	"Because it makes the least sense, it's the most worthy of being worshiped," Stang says.
		+	So why not Jack Nicklaus?
		+	"Nicklaus!" he shrieks. "What do you mean, Nicklaus? If you're gonna talk a bunch of Nicklaus crap you can back your cart right off of my green, buddy! And those secular Trevinoists -- they're the ones that're bringing this country down!"
		+	The veins in his forehead throb alarmingly, and it becomes obvious why he occasionally used to be mistaken for David Koresh, Texas's best-known bringer of Armageddon. ("Koresh used to buy weapons at my brother-in-law's gun shop," Stang relates. "They were real polite. They just happened to be stashing away hand grenades and machine guns, like half the other religious nuts.") "Bob" first appeared -- in the form of old clip art -- to Stang's friend Philo Drummond, who was then selling Yellow Pages advertising.
		+	The future church leaders were immediately drawn to this mesmerizing, comforting visage from the public domain -- this ubiquitous '50s father figure with a pipeful of Borkum Riff and a stupid grin -- little realizing that Dobbs was a most powerful Deceiver.
		+	"Bob" actually is a harbinger of an alien OverLord who will "spray the Earth for humans," according to Stang. "When all these cool' people with their Bob' bumper stickers and their Bob' T-shirts find out what he's really about, they're going to be washing themselves off like Lady Macbeth!"
		+	The son of middle-class Republicans (his mother was a Reagan '84 delegate), Stang writes and speaks as if "I actually went to college."
		+	In fact, he was a gifted teenage filmmaker who became "a has-been by the time I was 20" and dropped out of the University of Texas.
		+	He's also made a living as a film editor and, briefly, as a mime -- a particularly formative episode in his life.
		+	He recounted it recently for readers of the Internet's "alt.slack" newsgroup, which is peopled by pimply "Bob" techno-geeks, underground comic book artists, a representative of "The Clan of the Recycled Head of Marcia Brady" and others devoted to the SubGenius canon:
		+	"I was 26, a new dad and jobless," Stang posted. "It got so bad that I answered a want ad and ended up delivering balloons to sick and old people, in a tuxedo I had to buy, in white-face, with +' marks under my eyes, sweating horribly in the 100-degree Texas weather.
		+	AND THEY SAID THAT NOT ONLY COULD I NOT TALK, I COULDN'T EVEN WEAR MY GLASSES, so I was both dumb and half-blind, practically feeling my way through old folks' homes with my balloons clutched in my hands, thinking all the while, THIS IS IT. This is as low as I can get -- I'm a {expletive} MIME, rendered speechless and blind, for $5 a delivery . . .
		+	"I had just written SubGenius Pamphlet No. 1 and spent my life savings of $60 printing it up, and sending it to every publisher in the world, and getting rejections from all of them. . . . But you know what? The whole time, driving from rest home to hospital, I recorded some of my best rants on tapes. Those rants ended up being woven into The Book of the SubGenius' and Revelation X' and a zillion Hour of Slack' {radio} shows.
		+	And the moral of the story is, if you keep banging your head against that brick wall long enough, a brick might come loose, and you might end up making as much as $1,000 a year off your frustration."
		+	Actually, 15 years after it all began, the money is a bit better than that. Serving as the chief PR man for "Bob" is a full-time job for the reverend.
		+	His "Hour of Slack" is heard on 15 radio stations, and he's frequently on the road, wearing his 20-year-old denim jacket festooned with "Bob" buttons, toting his battered trunkful of rubber heads, T-shirts and other gimcracks.
		+	"I'm in Pittsburgh February 17 for a devival at the Eye of Horus Bookstore," Stang says. "At the last devival, somebody representing Bob' had his still-beating heart ripped out of his chest and his brain eaten by Dr. Legume.
		+	"After that I'm doing a pagan convention in rural Ohio. Yes, some of my best friends are techno-pagans.
		+	Then I'm going to Osaka, Japan, where some American and Japanese SubGeniuses are going to put me up in a 12th-century rice warehouse."
		+	At times he grows weary of proselytizing and selling memberships, but, like the late Koresh, he's got "many wives" and "hundreds" of children to feed, he says.
		+	And, as "Bob" knew, sales comes with the territory.
		+	As Dobbs said: "You'd pay to know what you really think." Apostates and Heretics Like any church, this one has its bitter apostates and splinter groups.
		+	"SubGenius, which started out as a parody of a cult, has turned into one," charged a letter from a heretic named Bob Black, published a few years ago in Mondo 2000 magazine. "SubGenius is now a lowing herd of consumers with an upper crust of yuppie snobs."
		+	Another defector, Pastor Buck Naked of Dallas, now offers to help "deprogram" church members.
		+	Over the phone, Naked, 41, spews quotes from an "open letter" to Stang: "No one I know believes in Dobbs -- Dobbs is your paper puppet. Dobbs is frozen in the amber of your insincerity."
		+	In Bedford, England, in 1992, Dobbs made headlines as the leader of a "Satanic sect" when followers began stenciling his head on sidewalks.
		+	In a warning to parents, the newspaper Bedfordshire on Sunday ran a photo of Dobbs with the caption: " Bob is slack' -- not the innocent graffiti it originally seemed to be."
		+	Such controversies, of course, delight the faithful. "It lends credence to the church to be attacked," says Susie "The Floozie" Barrows of Atlanta, who was ordained in 1981.
		+	A retired stripper ("I'm 38 -- same as my bust size"), Barrows adds: "This has been the one basis of spirituality that I could take to and use as a focus. Using one's abnormality potential as a good thing is not something that most religions countenance."
		+	Then SubGenius really has become a religion?
		+	"Well, a thought occurred to me this morning in the bathtub and I dictated it into the tape recorder that I use for my rants," the Floozie says. "Jesus started out as a man and has become clip art. Bob' started out as clip art and has become a man."
		+	The Reverend Revealed Before taping the Stewart show, the Rev. Stang stands on a grimy midtown street corner smoking a butt. Instead of flicking the cigarette when he's done, he carefully tamps out the ember and looks for a proper place to deposit the litter. He does this often. He can't bring himself to soil the streets of New York.
		+	Indeed, for a ranting blaspheming redneck hippie mutant UFO cultist, Stang is awfully well behaved. Patient. Polite, even.
		+	In a used record store, he drifts toward the classical music section, despite the availability of such offbeat discs as "Elsa Lanchester -- The Bride of Frankenstein' -- Sings Bawdy Cockney Songs."
		+	At one point, he lowers his guise long enough to lament how little he likes "performing" as "Stang," and says that the writing is what really keeps him going.
		+	And eventually his dirty little secret -- every holy man seems to have one -- spills out.
		+	Now let us rip the mask from this Pope of High Weirdness and see the real man beneath, shall we?
		+	Turns out this proponent of profligate sex has been "happily" married to the same woman -- a schoolteacher -- for 21 years! He's got two well-adjusted teenage kids! He doesn't pursue Slack -- he rises at 7 a.m. to cook the family's breakfast! And he prepares dinner at night -- low-fat dinners!
		+	His name isn't IVAN STANG! It's SMITH! Doug Smith!
		+	This "reverend" is a hypocrite, fraud and faker. His "religion" is a travesty of a mockery of a sham.
		+	In his dressing room, the defrocked minister confesses all. He pulls out a vial of pills.
		+	They're for his high blood pressure. He explains that he recently had his brain examined for aneurysms -- doctors injected iodine into his bloodstream and scanned his skull with nuclear rays or something.
		+	"The sad thing is, I got a piece of paper that said my brain was normal," Stang/Smith says. "But don't print that in your newspaper, it will ruin me."
		+	But actually, he later decides, maybe it won't. "What good would a religion be without its hypocrisy?" Stang booms in his best tent-revival twang.
		+	" Bob's' church was built on the shifting, sandy beach of hypocrisy -- and ten-dollar bills!" And before we cast any stones, let us reflect upon the Eternal Word of J.R. "Bob" Dobbs, who sayeth: "I don't practice what I preach, because I'm not the kind of man I'm preaching to."