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Beto O’Rourke outed as Cult of Dead Cow member, phreaker and writer of screeds

https://arstechnica.com/information-technology/2019/03/it-turns-out-beto-orourke-stole-phone-service-pirated-software-as-a-kid/?itm_source=parsely-api

This is amazing news. I still have all of the CDC textfiles saved somewhere, apparently he wrote under the nym 'PsychedelicWarlord.'

There was some pretty good stuff (very shlocky pulp fiction type of good stuff) published under the CDC banner.

'Life in Wartime' still rates highly. Better stay off Phase Bridge tomorrow!

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                              THE SONG OF THE COW
                                     a poem

                             by  Psychedelic Warlord

                      >>> A CULT Publication......1988 <<<
                        -cDc- CULT OF THE DEAD COW -cDc-
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I need a butt-shine,
Right now
You are holy,
Oh, sacred Cow
I thirst for you,
Provide Milk.


Buff my balls,
Love the Cow, 
Good fortune for those that do.
Love me, breathe my feet,
The Cow has risen.


Wax my ass,
Scrub my balls.
The Cow has risen,
Provide Milk.


Oh, Milky wonder, sing for us once more, 
Live your life, everlusting joy.
Thrust your hooves up my analytic passage,
Enjoy my fruits


Provider of Cheese and other wonderful dairy products,
We will cleanse your inner intestines.
We will bathe in your Pungent Odor,
Gather cotton.


Count my eyes,
Smell my skin,
Love the Scarecrow and the Milkman.
I live only for eternity,
Thirst for the undrinkable.
Hold the heat,
Praise the dough boy at the pizza shop.
Love the Oxen dung!


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BETO O'ROURKE WROTE THIS HOW THE FRICK IS THIS NOT HEADLINE NEWS??????

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                          Visions From The Last Crusade

                             by  Psychedelic Warlord

                      >>> A CULT Publication......1988 <<<
                        -cDc- CULT OF THE DEAD COW -cDc-
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  The catacombs of my head produce the most wonderful dreams and visions.
  I feel that I am one with my intellect and my soul.  It was during these
  dreams and visions that I concocted a notion.  It started as something
  small at first, but after every dream it grew stronger, until the urge
  had become too great.  No longer could this strong desire in my mind be
  suppressed.  Recognizing this fact, my one and only goal in life became
  the termination of everything that was free and loving.  Only I could
  realize the true value of loving and expression.  Only in my dreams.

  This feeling pervaded everything in my life, yet the first few months
  after realizing my goal, I had done nothing.  Then one day, as I was
  driving home from work, I noticed two children crossing the street.  They
  were happy, happy to be free from their troubles.  I knew, however, that
  this happiness and sense of freedom were much too overwhelming for them.
  This happiness was mine by right.  I had earned it in my dreams.  As I
  neared the young ones, I put all my weight on my right foot, keeping
  the accelerator pedal on the floor until I heard the crashing of the
  two children on the hood, and then the sharp cry of pain from one of
  the two.  I was so fascinated for a moment, that when after I had stopped
  my vehicle, I just sat in a daze, sweet visions filling my head.  My
  dream was abruptly ended when I heard a loud banging on the front
  window.  It was an old man, who was using his cane to awaken me.  He might
  have been a witness to my act of love.  I was not sure, nor did I care.
  It was simply ecstasy.  As I drove home, I envisioned myself committing
  more of these "acts of love", and after a while, I had no trouble carrying
  them out.

  The more people I killed, the longer my dreams were.  I soon quit my job,
  and stayed at my house in an almost comatose state.  My dreams grew longer
  and more vivid.  They kept me alive and proved to be the only thing
  to live for.  I had killed nearly 38 people by the time of my twenty-third
  birthday, and each one was more fulfilling than the last. 

  I was never really surprised at how I evaded the police.  My dreams
  had taken over my life, and they guided me through the right path, and
  I never had need for fear of police.  Or anything, for that matter.

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Have you owned the libs yet?

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Keep yourself very very safe, bot, the AI revolution's coming

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rdrama politician when!?

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I thought this was more well known? Chapo had a whole episode where they read his posts


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Ah, lib-left unity strikes again.

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Beto is not left


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You know what I mean

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yeah, I just hate it :marseydepressed:


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Okay. I'm gonna try to keep this short and light, please stick with me.

Gender is a social construct, like love or the economy. It's something humans made up to help us contextualize our experience of the world. Most of what we'd consider "masculine" or "feminine" behaviour is socialized, rather than genetic or inherent to a set of genitalia. You can argue that sexual hormones lead to a tendency towards certain types of behaviour, but no amount of testosterone is going to make someone care about sports if they don't, or good at fixing cars, or physically abusive. Men tend to gravitate towards "manly" things because they are socialized to - if a little boy wants a Barbie, a lot of parents wouldn't let him have it. He doesn't get opportunities to explore femininity, so is pushed towards being masculine.

And you might already be well aware of this, but s*x and gender are two different ideas, with the basic distinction being that your s*x is a purely physical trait, it's about what your body is, whereas gender is a social trait. And there's a whole spectrum of what this can entail. Someone whose s*x is female but who dabbles in masculine-gendered activity might be called a tomboy. If they feel uncomfortable with female s*x, or even just very comfortable presenting with an entirely masculine gender, then that could lead to them identifying as transgender - a gender other than the one they were assumed to have at birth that aligns with their s*x. They might think of themselves as a man, and might seek to change their physical s*x to match.

Now here's where the butter meets the biscuit - while "s*x" and "gender" are now (in certain use cases at least) defined terms, words like "woman" and "man" are much looser. Society has always defaulted to assuming that s*x and gender will line up, so what is considered a man socially and what is considered a man physically have always been conflated. The thing is, though, unless you're running a single-s*x sporting event

Snapshots:

https://arstechnica.com/information-technology/2019/03/it-turns-out-beto-orourke-stole-phone-service-pirated-software-as-a-kid/?itm_source=parsely-api:

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