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The Cardiff Giant“Look, Reverend, your book may have some literary value, but if I were to take it at face value, I would call it the most ludicrous thing ever put to print.”
The year was 1869. New York tobacco tycoon, George Hull, found himself in a heated debate with a Methodist priest. The debate took place at a Methodist revival meeting, which Hull decided to attend just so he could humor himself. Whatever humor he was seeking, the source was certainly not the Reverend.
“I hope God forgives you for those words, Mr. Hull,” the Reverend said while pointing at George with contempt.
“Reverend, you have studied the Christian faith for your entire life. Surely you don’t actually believe that the Bible should be taken literally.”
“I don’t see how I wouldn’t.”
“The Bible makes references to happenings that couldn’t have possibly happened in any time period. I believe there was a verse in Genesis abou
Banned Golden Age Cartoons and Modern SocietyWhen television became a new, exciting medium, many cartoonists decided to take advantage of this new opportunity by airing their old theatrical shorts during the daily broadcast. However, when they sent in their respective packages, some of them were rejected for insensitive content, primarily cartoons depicting minorities in an offensive light. Today, these rules are still in place. Television stations refuse to play these cartoons, and debates have sprung over what to do with these films and how the modern eye perceives them. Regardless of where these films are shown or distributed or how people perceive them, the racially insensitive cartoons of the Golden Age can, at their most basic core, inform viewers about the background and ideas that were prevalent during the time of their creation.
This will mostly focus on the Warner Brothers cartoons, since these types of gags were very prevalent in those cartoons, and the controversies surrounding them are more do
The Race With Two Endings“And here they come, folks! The racers are approaching the finish line!”
On a bright summer’s day in the middle of August in the tiny town of Twinnisville, NJ, the 34th annual Twins Street Marathon was nearing its end.
Fighting for the lead was 19-year-old Bowling High student, Pat Murphy, and his long-time enemy, the captain of the Bowling High track team, Stan Derkly. Ever since they fought over the last copy of Good Burger at Blockbuster all of those years ago, the two have been at each other’s throats, constantly trying to one-up each other in everything.
Pat had spent the last few weeks training for this marathon with his father, Ted Murphy. Ted was the captain of the Bowling High track team back in 1976. During those weeks, he put Pat on the treadmills, the exercise machines, the indoor tracks at gym, the sidewalks throughout the town, the works. He had grown happy with the fact that his son had taken an interest in something
I Hope You Don't CareHello, neighbor
I hope you don’t care
But the sun was rising
And I wanted to stare
So I burnt down your house
Right down to the ground
So I can now see
The sun, oh so round-
Eternal Youth by Harold WallEternal Youth
By Harold Wall
To those of you
Who have risen from the soil
Either during or before my sprouting
I cry at your insulting words
Not out of sorrow
Nor out of regret
But out of laughter
For all who complain at my sapling-esque lifestyle
Saying that it is against the rules
Of the universal garden
Look at yourselves
Have you been so blinded
By these so-called "rules"
That none of you realize
That you've turned this beautiful garden
Into a lifeless patch of ice?
Perhaps you forgot
The eternal rain and sunshine
You received as a sapling
Perhaps you forgot
Your first sight of the garden
How it was brimming with life
How every flower was joined leaf-in-leaf
Singing a beautiful harmony
And that harmony was given a name
A name whose beauty shone
Through simplicity alone
Though the saplings grew
Into beautiful, vibrant flowers
The path they chose to take
Contrasted with their beauty
They dove into what
Those damned "rules" of the garden called
A state where the rain an
Sight of the SibchiOh my gosh! No! No, I said I wouldn't do this again. I'm sorry, I'll be out in in why aren't you screaming? Why aren't you running away? Wow, you're the first person I've met who hasn't done any of those things. Hey, could you take some time to listen to me? I've been having these problems lately.
I don't understand what's wrong with people. All I do is try to help them, but for some reason, I only end up making things worse. What is it about me that make people act this way? I don't look dangerous it all! I'm a green ball trapped inside a blue ball with a face painted on it, for Pete's sake!
My name is Sibchi, I'm five years old, and I live somewhere between this one small cloud to the left and this bigger cloud that kind of looks like a fish on the right. You've probably never seen me before, and there's a pretty good re
Marco X Reader: Flames of A PhoenixCelebratory cheers were heard, ringing out across the deck of the Moby Dick as every ship division and its commanders gathered on the main ship, downing barrels of sake in thick wooden mugs with their great father, Whitebeard.
You were among everyone of course, celebrating the great win against some random, but formidable pirate gang that dared oppose you. Happening a mere ten minutes ago, doing your usual work on one of the ships, it was suddenly attacked by some outrageous outlaws. Sadly for them, it was the ship managed by the first division commander, Marco. The man you were proud to be working closely with, powers matching equally when fighting by each other’s side. Not counting his devil fruit ability of course. That put him on a whole new level. The random battle taking place, a few injuries happened here and there, but overall, you caused a serious amount of deaths, as well as Marco, wiping out every sly shit that thought they could take down the first division alongside
BBW Rainbow DashSighing in boredom and flicking another strand of her rainbow colored hair from her eyes, Rainbow Dash droned on punching in numbers on her computer; taking another quaff of her cup of coffee. Working a desk job was the last thing she ever expected to do with her life, especially with all the sports scholarships she received during high school. The highlight of her life was when she signed on to her favorite women's football (soccer) team and put on her jersey. The following month proceeded to fill her with elation as she got to know her team and shined among them during practice. Things unfortunately went south come game time however, as the true face of the whole organization revealed itself. She could handle the trash talking from other teams, as she allowed her skills to speak for themselves; making her opponents eat their own words as she dealt with them on the field. But it was the sheer amount of underhandedness that went on with other teams and her own, that truly began
Taco Trama (TonyXreader oneshot)"What's the answer to number eight?" Your friend asked while handing you her homework.
Star Trek Prank Week II (Reader x Chekov X Sulu)
You hummed to yourself happily as you almost skipped onto the Bridge.
Jim turned when he heard humming then paled when he saw you. "Mr. Spock, take the conn."
"Um, Keptin...Mr. Spock just left ze Bridge." Chekov told him.
"Damn you, Spock." Jim seethed. "Then, Mr. Chekov. You have the conn." he told him before he ran to the turbo lift.
You smirked to yourself, proud that the Captain was afraid of you. But he wasn't the target for Prank Week. Oh, no the target was Chekov. "Hey, Pavel." you said sweetly as you slipped into the helm section. "Did you hear about Sulu?"
"No. Vhat is vrong vith him?" Chekov asked with a confused expression on his face.
"He's really sick. So, sick he can't get out of bed. I asked him what would make him feel better and he said that he wanted his fencing equipment brought to the Med Bay so Bones could give it to him once he's out of isolation." you lied smoothly.
"Sulu eez in isolation?!" Chekov asked, shocked.
You nodded. "I'd bring the equipment but Bones ba
Romance In The Air- Part Eleven“There’s just one thing I don’t understand, though.” Perry said. “You… how did you manage to pull all this off… consciously? No offense.”
“My brother doesn’t know as much about me as he’d like to think he does.” Lodi said. “He thinks I never pay attention to lower other people’s expectations of me so I can get out of everything. Which is true. But what he doesn’t get is I don’t do it subconsciously. I’m just as aware as anyone else. It’s all an act.”
“Oh.” Perry said. “So…”
“My dad was demented.” Lodi said. “And we had to put up with him because we didn’t have anywhere else to go. I figured out that so long as I acted like I wasn’t paying attention to anything, my dad would leave me alone. And it worked. But after he died, I realized I couldn’t drop the act. It’d freak my brother out. So I kept it up
Lia: The Unluckiest Adventurer (Prologue)Sunrise over Prana Village. Lia slowly opened her eyes after being rudely awakened by the local rooster. What a stereotypical thing for a village to have, she thought. Rolling her eyes, she sat upward in her bed. She rubbed her eyes as she looked out of her window at the morning sun.
Though she was tired and restless from the night before, she managed to climb out of bed and briskly walk over to the mirror. Lia was an attractive girl of 20, though you wouldn't know it looking at her at this moment. Her baggy eyes and involuntary pout aged her by around ten years; her tattered hair resembled a clump of red cabbage.
After a quick bath Lia changed into her morning clothes and stepped into her slippers. Glancing in the mirror one more time, she was happy to see her eyes were no longer shot. Her short, shoulder-length hair looked better than ever. She smirked to herself. This was a big day for Lia, and as such, she couldn't waste any more time boosting her ego in the mirror; an ego that was
Romance In The Air- Part TwelveCandace was sitting on her bed, making a Jeremy collage.
Phineas wandered into her room. “Candace, have you seen Ferb?”
Candace looked up. “No. Isn’t he always glued to your hip?”
“We only did that once in preschool.” Phineas said. “The glue doesn’t stick for very long.”
Candace sighed. “Never mind. I haven’t seen him.”
“He didn’t tell me where he was going.” Phineas said. “He usually does.”
“Oh no.” Candace said sarcastically. “How will you manage?”
“And I can’t find Perry, either.” Phineas said. “Maybe he went to work.”
“I swear, I have the weirdest family.” Candace said. “Two brothers who are practically clones of each other, an annoying pet who works as a secret agent…”
“It’s the best family.” Phineas said. “By the way, thanks for the chocolates, Candace.”
I'm a Big Girl NowRalph and Dixie were standing outside the Crescent Shades Night Club for the fourth night in a row that week. Dixie loved hanging out with her big brother, but always wanted to see what it was like inside the club. She saw several people enter the building with Ralph’s permission and it sounded like everyone was having a fun time.
“Hey, Ralph, when can I come in the club?” Dixie asked sweetly.
“Not until you’re old enough, Dixie,” Ralph said in his kindest tone. “There are a lot of things in there that girls your age shouldn’t see.”
After hearing this, Dixie pouted and said, “Why do the big kids have all the fun?”
“What are you talking about? We’re having fun right now, aren’t we?”
“That’s not what I mean! Why can’t I join the party?”
“The party’s just a little too adult, Dixie. I don’t want anything bad to happen to you.”
As they kept talking, a mys
Lia: TUA (Ch. 1, A Flash in the Pan)Before heading downstairs, Lia decided it would probably be a good idea to pop herself back into shape, lest her mother mistaken her for a possessed bath towel. She placed her flat thumb into her mouth and blew hard. In an instant, she popped back into three-dimensionality. Taking a few seconds to gather her bearings, she ran downstairs to say her goodbyes to her mother.
"Morning, mother!" Lia exclaimed, almost obnoxiously.
Rietta let out a shrill scream; Lia must have scared her half to death. Before Rietta knew what she was doing, she began to bash Lia repeatedly over the head with her frying pan.
"No one breaks into Rietta's house and gets away with it!" she shouted, unbeknownst to the fact she was pummeling her own daughter into a squishy pancake.
"M-mother, s-stop! It's me! Lia! Guh..." Lia tried getting across to her mother as best she could, but Rietta's smashing only increased in speed and ferocity. Rietta raised the frying pan for one last smash and...
Rietta lifted up
How OHSHC Came to Be -Parody-A man from Japan was sitting in his basement one day thinking of his next big idea. Suddenly, he got a call from his gay cousin, and he told him that he recently got engaged to a nice man from Osaka. The Japanese man happened to be extremely homophobic and reacted to it negatively. In order to vent his anger, he began drawing the most hurtful stereotypes for gay people he could think of. Luckily, his mind wasn't too warped, so the most hurtful thing he could come up with "OMG SO FABULOUS." After his venting was over with, he began drawing the first chapter of his new manga series.
A week later, he showed the idea to the CEO of the publishing company. He looked at it and said, "What the fuck is this shit?" After endless bitching for 2 hours straight, the man packed up and left the office. As he was leaving, his hateful drawing flew out of his briefcase. The CEO took one look at it and said
You're Not A PoetYou’re not a poet because of strung words
Together on row upon row again
Of blank verse or perhaps liberal rhyme.
‘Slam’ all you want, other poets wonder;
Your ignorance of couplets a blunder?
Yes! I speak harshly, but it’s no gross crime,
To point with honesty failed verse of thine.
No real poet discards upper case words;
Lets prose crawl on paper like listless worms.
You seek to free verse of those stern letters,
Sever away bleak capital fetters,
But it doesn’t sing of great speech sublime,
Rather, it sneaks of writing in spare time.
Wait! before you throw me in the icy Rhine;
It’s hard to put verse together in rhyme,
To make our dull words sound great all the time,
Hear them ring out loud, like a clear clock’s chime,
Heralding a poet’s summer prime.
Yet the sacred muses weep at your crime;
Your pentameter mangled thick like slime,
The subject not gilded in raiment fine;
Your bold ink font, crystal waters divine
Tastes bitter to the ton
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