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PolkOut.com understands your pain and would love to pat you on the back!
But our arms are too full with ladies.
Forum Update: The forum looks awesome now! Big thanks to my friend Alex! Post in the new forum: www.PolkOut.com/forum. It's hosted on my server, and if that starts getting laggy in the future I can just pay for more bandwidth. Any artistic contribution to the forum would be terrific. You can still check out the old forum, and older pages will still link to it for now, so... uh... do whatever with that intel. Quick shit for newcomers: Forum (deviant bullshit), Feedback (fan art, comments, critiques), About (check it out and contribute). Do you have a website of your own you want me to give a shout out to? Want to do a crazy guest strip? You can reach me through that email or on the forums. Upcoming Fan Art Showcase: Whenever I get a substantial amount of fan art (we've got a few submissions on the forum) I'll dedicate a whole update to fan submissions. Go nuts, lets see some creativity and experimentation with style. Guest comic guidelines are in the forum. I went a little crazy coloring this one, so for the fuck of it, here's one with no background:
Happy Valentine's Day indeed! On an unrelated note...
I'm writing this update only a few hours after returning from the nearby town of Terezin. As many of you know, Terezin is a small Czech town that was captured by the Nazis and turned into a large ghetto where Jews were gathered prior to being sent to one of many concentration or extermination camps. The Red Cross visited the town back in 1944 to dispel all of those death camp rumors that had been plaguing the Nazis. The Nazis, in order to make the best impression possible, reduced overcrowding in the town by deporting a thick slice of the population to Auschwitz and set up a number of orchestrated events to make it seem as if the Jews imprisoned there were living in an intellectually and socially fulfilling, self-governing society under the protection of the Reich. They recycled this tactic for the purposes of making a propaganda film to convince German citizens of this same idea--the film was directed by, and starred, a group of Jewish prisoners who were subsequently deported and killed--though the film as a whole was not completed by war's end (select clips were used unto the same effect). Here is the only photo I took at the Terezin museum:
A brief aside: there are hotdogs like the ones you see in that poster but most of the hot dogs I see sold on the street are actually a bit different. Instead of buns they're incased in these crusty bread sheaths which are delicious as fuck. Though I do have one criticism of this tasty hotdog modification: when eating them, I can't help but be reminded of dog penises. This little red, moist, meaty phallus, sliding out of a beige sheath... you know what I'm talking about, right? Back when my dog was still around he'd walk around with his boner hanging out all the time (I guess even being fixed can't stop the almighty power of boner) and it was the grossest fucking thing ever. What was worse was when he'd sit down with the fucking thing... leaning that slimy mongrel cock of his on the rug, the couch, the side of my face... I get them too, you know, all the fucking time--during some of the worst possible times--and I'm sure no one enjoys my boners either, but at least they don't rise out of some crevice in my body, soaked in mucus and slime like a fucking newborn infant. It's acceptable when I rub my dick on the furniture in my house since I don't leave a goddamn snail trail behind it, unlike those tasty hotdogs. Anyway, postwar Terezin is just a little town again. We browsed around a little bit and I bought my second official Czech souvenir (the first was a big glass mug from the Pilsner factory):
A fucking Commie hat. I picked it up at an antique store for ten whole dollars. I'm pretty sure it's legit since damn near every young man served in the Czech army between 1968 and 1989, and once they went democratic no one wanted anything to do with this Red Army bullshit. The pin on the right wasn't included on the hat, I found it in a separate section of the store but they just gave it to me. Here's a better view:
I thought that was a pretty ridiculous thing to have since 1968 is probably one of the most reviled years in Czech history--that's when the Soviet tanks rolled in for the purposes of halting the Czechoslovakian government's movement towards liberal reform, effectively fucking everybody in the ass until '89. Wearing this hat in public has gotten the reaction you'd just about expect... so I think I'll be shelving it until I get back to the states. Jee wiz, this sure has been an educational update! All these facts and dates and neato stuff you guys probably don't give a shit about... not that anything I ever rant about is ever really all that worth caring about... so onward! Last night I paid three bucks to see this local film festival's showing of one of the greatest films ever made... Visitor Q. I'd seen it before but pissed my pants raw when my roommate told me it was playing on the big screen here. If you haven't seen it yet, add it to your Netflix queue or... well, do whatever you have to... just watch it. Otherwise, my only other adventure was last Saturday when I went to an Anarchist squat house for a dub show our RA told us about. It was... an interesting time. Imagine descending a concrete staircase into a dense fog of cigarette and marijuana smoke, Fernet Stock and cola running its course through your body, uneven strobe lights scrambling your brain to the tune of the some of the trippiest fucking music you've ever heard, and you'd pretty much get a good sense of where I was. Scrawny slavs with Rastafarian dreadlocks swaying back and forth in the backroom, trapped within an intoxicated delirium, while their friends rush over to the bar for two dollar beers and ten dollar t-shirts. In the well lit front, gray haired older gents talk up girls who'd be considered underage in the states, wasted twenty-somethings stare glossy-eyed at the ceiling while their still sober friends roll joints. Graffiti, posters, art everywhere. Cramped bathrooms where primordial pools of fermenting piss and shit sit in toilets that don't flush, with toilet paper spools that seem perpetually empty. It was a weird fucking time. Disorienting as all hell.
Some brief food updates:
No particular plans for this weekend. Probably laundry. I've got a few papers to right, some apple sauce to buy, things of that sort. I didn't think I'd actually have this much to rant about... I took some pictures of my room for fodder but I guess I didn't need them. Oh well, fuck it. Here's a picture of Hitler my roommate hung above the door:
That's what Valentine's Day should look like.
--End Transmission-- PolkOut Sells Out The following are ads I've put up on the site to help pay for my advertising budget so I can make this site more popular. I did not choose these ads, and have decided not to filter their content. So if they go to Nazi porn, well, all the better.
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