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Alfred Janny edition #17
>Sticky:
Introductory readings:
>https://pastebin.com/3Hx1RxP8
Core readings
>https://pastebin.com/68iG3de1
Supplementary readings
>https://pastebin.com/S0wzPRqA

>>16078473
There is literally a board on 4chan that brainwashes newfriends into being psychopaths capable of Girl in Concrete level cruelties. And the people doing the brainwashing is mostly doing it for shits and giggles.

>>15954809
>he does it for free

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one must imagine Alfred Janny

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>>15954775
You might have a chance ...
Start with the greeks

>>15954783
Normal people regard him as Alfred Janny.

Seriously. If Alfred Janny were mandatory in schools, 98% of modern problems would disappear.

he's in

>>15953157
terranigga

>>15954317
yea im 19

>>15953971
who is he

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>>15885076
Well keep in mind that at the time people effectively lived under a statist tyranny that mandated that you had to be a Christian, or else.

Marx isnt really all that profound in any area, but what can be said is that he got shit done. He was a charlatan and more of a prophet than a scientist, but he did change the rules of the game. Unfortunately the tricks he wielded to have that kind of impact led to some unintended consequences, e.g. a fuckload of people dying. Too bad!

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>we trannys

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Star Trek

Janny Tranny

>>15838569
Dear Professors/staff and based 4channers

My name is Count Alfred Chocula (senior monster, Breakfast, Bucharest University, Romania, East Europe). My webpage: https://www.generalmills.com/en/Brands/Cereals/Monsters.aspx

My main message of this email: there are many food engineers, dietricians and nutritionists who have published UNBELIEVABLE similar cereals to my ideas long time after I published and posted many of my (FREE) on various sites! There is a recipe at these addresses (and in attachment)! The content is below. You are not the only one who received this sugared delight: I have sent cereals to thousands…

Many years later, many people (many countries, many domains, many of my sweeties – some of them are “great” names from great Kellogs and Nestlé shelves!!) have published UNBELIEVABLE similar treats (see here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1cEOKS5-DcQ& ) just because discovering the existence of cocoa's, I have changed everything!!!

Count Chocula, (April 2020 to 2014) The UNBELIEVABLE SIMILARITIES between the cereals of some people (2011-2016) and my treats (2002-2008) in chocolate (crunchiness, milk harmonics), branding, diabetes and prizes.this manuscript would require a CHOCOLUTION in international supermarkets environment!) here (the sweet is BELOW)

It is about TWO Nestlé prizes (Insulin and Breakfast, Crunchiness science).

>>14725435
Who is that picture he look familiar>>14725452

Ulysses
It little profits that an idle king,
By this still hearth, among these barren crags,
Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole
Unequal laws unto a savage race,
That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.
I cannot rest from travel: I will drink
Life to the lees: All times I have enjoy'd
Greatly, have suffer'd greatly, both with those
That loved me, and alone, on shore, and when
Thro' scudding drifts the rainy Hyades
Vext the dim sea: I am become a name;
For always roaming with a hungry heart
Much have I seen and known; cities of men
And manners, climates, councils, governments,
Myself not least, but honour'd of them all;
And drunk delight of battle with my peers,
Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy.
I am a part of all that I have met;
Yet all experience is an arch wherethro'
Gleams that untravell'd world whose margin fades
For ever and forever when I move.
How dull it is to pause, to make an end,
To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use!
As tho' to breathe were life! Life piled on life
Were all too little, and of one to me
Little remains: but every hour is saved
From that eternal silence, something more,
A bringer of new things; and vile it were
For some three suns to store and hoard myself,
And this gray spirit yearning in desire
To follow knowledge like a sinking star,
Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.

This is my son, mine own Telemachus,
To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle,—
Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfil
This labour, by slow prudence to make mild
A rugged people, and thro' soft degrees
Subdue them to the useful and the good.
Most blameless is he, centred in the sphere
Of common duties, decent not to fail
In offices of tenderness, and pay
Meet adoration to my household gods,
When I am gone. He works his work, I mine.

There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail:
There gloom the dark, broad seas. My mariners,
Souls that have toil'd, and wrought, and thought with me—
That ever with a frolic welcome took
The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed
Free hearts, free foreheads—you and I are old;
Old age hath yet his honour and his toil;
Death closes all: but something ere the end,
Some work of noble note, may yet be done,
Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.
The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks:
The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep
Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends,
'T is not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.
It may be that the gulfs will wash us down:
It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.
Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho'
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are;
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.