Hey, there’s some fresh bullshit in the works

I have been waiting all year to post this.

omg

This has been in my queue for months.

I missed it last year and I vowed that would NEVER HAPPEN AGAIN.

YES

omg i didnt reblog this last year!

its past midnight in england which means its 4/13/2016

4/13/2016 is a very special day because

its the 10 year anniversary of neil banging out the tunes

thank you neil for banging out the tunes

12 years of neil banging out the tunes!

You can only reblog this today.

I missed my chance last year. Not gonna let it happen again

rt for 10 years of good luck

I want you all to know that an Arab Muslim from Tunis proposed the Theory of Evolution near 600 years before Charles Darwin even took his first breath. Don’t let them erase you.

his name is Ibn Khaldun

Also, it was not the apple falling from a tree that made Issac Newton “discover” gravity. He was reading the books of Ibn Al Haytham, an Arab Muslim from Iraq, who pioneered the scientific method, discovered gravity and wrote about the laws governing the movement of bodies (now known as Newtons three laws of motion) some 600 years before Newton existed. Without him, modern science as we know it wouldn’t exist. Read on him. His achievements are far greater than what I’ve just mentioned here.

#no offense but arabs literally invented chemistry and algebra and we came up with the concept of the camera #the cataract operation that’s still practiced today was invented by an Arab #we created alchemy and the wright brothers used abbas ibn firnas’ findings and writings to build on to create a plane #I could go on and on and on #pls don’t erase our scientific history

I reblog this post every time I see it

We fucking replaced a Muslim scientist with an apple?

In the middle ages, THE place to go for an education was the middle East, or, failing that, Spain. The Muslim world didn’t have the same limits placed on scientific inquiry that the Christian world did, and since they were willing to look at more than just Aristotole and actually compare texts to the observable world, they had some incredible scientific and mathematical advancements. And street lights and toilets. I mean theories and algebra are great and all, but street lights and toilets. In the 12th century. Also medical advancements, and fewer rules against women studying. Hell, women *should* be the ones studying the female body, would you rather a woman see your female relatives, or some old man? Would you rather have someone who lives in the same kind of body, or one who has no first hand idea what the parts can do?

The Baghdad House it Wisdom made the Library at Alexandria look like a high school library. Still full of valuable information, but tiny AF in comparison.

Spider making its web.

a whole ass mood.

honestly, this is all sorts of relationships goals

The Dark Souls II experience 

A wheeled asphalt and limestone hedgehog statuette, Iran (3500 years old)

haha beep beep comin thru

https://www.instagram.com/p/BpUXHytHQ15/

Letters from a Furka Ranger

*The following are a series of letters written by a Furka soldier in the Systems League Army during the Mutilax wars.  These are presented to students in their optional citizen training classes before reaching the age of majority for their respective races.  The purpose of this reading is to reinforce the sense of duty required to maintain the freedoms and securities of all Systems League citizens who wish to attain legal rights to access the forums and a democratic privileges.  You will not be tested on this material, however, refusal to read will be noted by your citizenship evaluators when determining your eligibility for citizenship rights.*

My Dearest Mate Flira,

We have only just parted and I am missing you already.  It is only now that I am away that I begin to realize why there is such a clamor in the forums about each races commitment to the war effort.  If I am missing you already, how homesick must our Cariz’n, Chorak, and Human allies who have carried the war these past 10 years feel?  Though I shall miss you for the duration of my tour, I am proud to be one of the first to represent our race in the Systems League Army!

We are to arrive on the Cariz’n world of Tilluk for our induction and basic training tomorrow.  I am told we are to fill the same roles of reconnaissance and observation as the Cariz’n do because of our similar size and features.  I shall endeavor to bring honor to our brood mothers by showing that even those of us from garden worlds can learn to be warriors!  I shall write you again at my earliest opportunity.

Your loving mate

Fedro

My Dearest Mate Flira,

I am sorry it has been so long since my last H-mail, but we were not allowed such luxuries during our military education.  The training conditions were purposely harsh, to prepare our detachment for the rigors of war. I have been awarded a rank of Private Second Class before my transfer to the recon schools.

Please inform the brood mothers that I have been selected to attend the advanced recon training school on the human homeworld!  I have been told by my Cariz’n friend Chiz, that this is an honor, as only those deemed capable of surviving on Earth are allowed to attend such training.  I would be lying if I said I was not nervous.  I am going to be sent into the wild planet that created the humans, after all.  However, it is war that I am training for, and the humans from this planet are the mightiest warriors in the Systems League.  What better place to learn?

Your loving mate

Fedro

My Dearest Mate Flira,

Thank you so much for the dried comba fruits!  The smell of home alone was enough to make my whiskers quiver in delight.  A peaceful Pratha day to you as well, I hope you enjoy the raisins I have sent you.  They are the one of the few things I will miss about this place.  

When I was told the training would be hard, I believe that was what the humans refer to as “understatement.”  There was not a single moment on this planet that I could let my guard down.  During training we had to constantly watch out for this planet’s predatory avians, poisonous reptiles, and even creatures that look remarkably like us could prove deadly.  When training was over, we still had to be given briefings about the dangers human domesticated animals posed.  Cats were by far the worst, I have no idea why the humans would willingly inflict such creatures upon themselves!

As dangerous as this world is, I am awestruck by its beauty.  The dangerous geography and weather are breathtaking to behold.  While I still prefer the tranquil patter of our mist storms at home, the sound and spectacle of what the humans call a thunderstorm defies my ability to explain.  The mountains of home are mere gentle hills compared to the towering masses of rock that we trained in (and I am told they are only the third tallest on this planet).

Of course, I could not talk about visiting the human homeworld without talking about the humans themselves.  I only met a few during training, as our exercise site was remote, but the stories do not do them justice!  Our trainer, Sergeant Jackson, was a veteran of the defense of Kappo IV.  He had lost both of his eyes to a mutilax stinger gun, yet refused a medical discharge and is even trying to return to the frontlines despite his ocular prosthetics!  He saved my life from a creature they call a Coyote during a training exercise!  I was immediately berated for not noticing the predators approach, as this could easily happen in the field.  I have taken this lesson to heart, and avoided many of the most dangerous predators of this world since then.

I am proud to announce that I have been granted the rank of “Specialist” indicating that I am trained for a specific task and trusted with advanced procedures.  I will be home on leave for the Varna festival, and I cannot wait to see you!

Your loving mate

Fedro

*The following letter was edited by wartime censors, all unedited copies were corrupted in the solar flare event of Vruth.*

Hail Flira Brood Mother of the clan,

I still have not gotten used to that greeting, though writing it fills me with pride.  I will treasure the pictures of our young until I can see them again.  It will be hard to miss them growing up, but seeing their names upon the clanstone is more than enough reward for my service.

Things are progressing with haste, as I am sure you’ve seen the news that the enemy fleet has set out again.  I was told yesterday that we will not have to wait for a new unit to finish training as we were originally informed.  The REDACTED have been pulled from REDACTED and I have joined them as a replacement.  We have not received any official orders as of yet, but one can infer from the mood that we are to REDACTED REDACTED REDACTED soon.

I am nervous, but the mood of the humans in the unit puts me at ease.  They are eager to do what they have trained for so long to do.  Having undergone rigorous training myself, I can find common ground with these death worlders.  It would be a shame to have faced such trials without purpose.  When I think of the cubs nursing in the safety of our den, I can finally see why the humans take such pride in their military service.  There is nobility in protecting what one loves and even though the humans are as odd as all the rumors make them out to be, I feel like I am among comrades already.

I can tell you that the humans do pack bond as fast as the stories say.  Chiz and I have already been given nicknames, although it does seem odd that they choose to call me “Effenji,” instead of my name which has less syllables.  There must be some deeper meaning to it, but it is often hard to discern the logic behind human colloquialisms.  For instance, the human Derrick, who carries our squad’s suppression weapon often refers to the device as “the pig.”  When I asked him if that was an attempt at enunciating the weapon’s acronym, PP1G, he expressed amusement with their “laughing” sound, but told me that it is just because the weapon was “a heavy son of a bitch.”  This makes some sense, as the animals known as “pigs” from his homeworld are known to grow very fat, but the term “bitch” is a female from another species altogether.  The humans are professionals though, and make themselves understood quickly if what they have to say is important.  All in all, I am glad to have them on my side.

I must report for more training soon.  Even with all I have learned, the humans insist that we must practice coordinating with each other.  Nuzzle the cubs for me, and touch my name on the clanstone for luck.

Your loving mate

Fedro

Hail Flira Brood Mother of the clan,

I am overjoyed to be writing you again.  These last six months have been a trial in every way.  I have not had a roof over my head as I snatched what sleep I could for so long.  Even holding a working Hypercomm terminal is a novelty to me now.  As I’m sure you’ve heard by now, the Mutilax fleet is retreating from the sector.  The last of their ships departed our area of operations a week ago, so things are finally calming down.  I am safe, but I will be coming home with a few more scars from my time here.  My heart is heavy for those who cannot say as much.

Chiz was killed a month after we deployed, and this still haunts me.  The sniper could have shot me just as easily, but it is Chiz’s ashes that were sent home instead.  Derrick was wounded three times but kept fighting until our unit was ordered to stand down.  He is finally being seen in the hospital where I found this terminal.  I pray for his quick recovery.  We have not received any official word, but the human rumors say we will be recalled for another deployment quickly.  I have learned how to discern which human rumors to trust and which to ignore, and this one seems genuine.  I will write you again as soon as I can.  Nuzzle the cubs, and touch my name on the clanstone for luck.

Your loving mate

Fedro

Hail Flira Brood Mother of the clan,

I have been reading all the messages you sent to me while I was deployed.  Hearing news of the clan is good after so long in combat.  Tell clanmother Jaran that I am proud to hear of her son’s enlistment.  I have been told that I will most likely be assigned to training after my next deployment, so maybe he shall be my first student.  I have already been promoted to Sergeant for the transfer.

I am afraid that this is my only piece of good news.  The fighting around Dukka was fierce.  Human Derrick and I are the only ones to leave that city without grievous injury.  The rest of my comrades are dead, or going home missing limbs.  Our squad is filled with fresh recruits and commanded by a human so naive he may as well still have his baby fur.  Fortunately they are attentive to the advice of us veterans.  Still, I worry about how these whelps will react the first time they hear a stinger gun go off.  Derrick is especially protective, his pack bonding instincts are stronger than most.

Our next deployment is part of the mop up operation in the artificial worlds that ring the planet.  They are telling us it will be easy, but I know better by now.  These Mutilax have nowhere to run now that their fleet has abandoned them.  They will give a fight to be remembered.  I must go, final preparations will begin in only an hour.  Nuzzle the cubs, and touch my name on the clanstone.  Say a word for the rest of my comrades while you do, my tail fur will not stay down though I am loathe to admit I’m bothered by such superstition.

Your loving mate

Fedro

Hail Flira Brood Mother of the clan and my most dear,

By the time you read this, I will be in the misty knolls of Pratha feasting with clan members past.  I have done my duty to the fullest, and I have decided to use what time I have to send my thoughts to you.  The politicians will talk much of what virtues they think led me to undertake this mission, but I want you to know the truth of what happened here.

The Mutilax altered the colony’s orbit subtly.  The shift will cause the colony to strike the local star.  The pocket nova engines in the colony would force the star into a true supernova destroying the system.  I don’t know how large the population of the whole system is, but there were 1,230,000 refugees in Dukka alone.  Our battalion decided to stay aboard the colony in a bid to avert the disaster.

Our naive replacements were so brave when we learned what the Mutilax had done.  I was never so proud of any creatures as they when they followed us to the control room without even a word of escape.  They fought hard to get here, and the Mutilax will fight hard to reclaim this room.  I can hear Derrick’s pig in the hallway, so he hasn’t bled out yet.  We have managed to shut down the pocket nova engine, but without it we cannot change course before we hit the star.

I regret that I will not be coming home.  I regret that our cubs will grow up without me to guide them on their first nightwalk.  I regret all the killing I’ve done and the deaths of all my friends along the way.  But know this, I do not regret fighting to protect everything that is dear to me.  I do not regret dying to protect what is dear to my friends.  When they talk about what a hard decision we made to stay, just know this.

There was simply nothing else we would have done.

Sergeant Fedro Furrez, PFC Takeda Tomoyo, Lieutenant Gupta Prangam, and Master Sergeant Derrick Thompson were posthumously granted the Trinary star of bravery for taking the control room of the L4 colony of Prax.  The 2523rd Terrestrial Ranger battalion was awarded the nova badge for bravery to all members.  Their actions that day are estimated to have saved the 560 billion citizens of the Prax system, and untold trillions from the collapse of the hyperspace lanes.  Sergeant Furrez’s widow lived to the age of 26, and all of their children volunteered for service in the closing years of the Mutilax war, serving with distinction.

Thank you for reading this optional section on Citizenship duties.  Your tears/drooping ears/filled eye sacks have been noted favorably in your eligibility review.

Hey everyone how’s ur day im in traffic bc a fucking plane crashed on the freeway

Average day on a california freeway

is. that a Luftwaffe plane??

It sure is!

Some veteran grandpa pulled out a machine gun during the family BBQ and shot it down

…………..no he didn’t. he literally did not spend money on that. you just made that up.

the plane is owned by the Condor Squadron Club, a non-profit organization founded by WWII pilots. the organization restores and flies WWII planes for reenactments and commemorative parades in order to educate people about history and celebrate WWII vets.

the organization also runs an aviation museum at the Van Nuys airport and maintains the Portal of The Folded Wings Shrine to Aviation, a shrine built on the burial site of 15 pioneers in aviation, including Elizabeth Lippinscott McQueen, one of the first female pilots in America and the founder of the Women’s International Association of Aeronautics. they also do community service.

the pilot of this plane that crashed is a commercial pilot and historical reenactor. a mechanical failure caused the crash and he had to be pulled out by rescuers after the plane burst into flames and he became trapped. 

he’s not a fucking nazi and i’m glad he’s okay. some of y’all need to fucking sit down.