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  1. Well, I had a random thought and it made me think that I wanted to rank every state from favorite to least, or maybe attempt to with my lack of knowledge on specific states. Most of my opinions that are closer to the top and bottom of the lists are stronger than the ones closer to the middle of the list. It's a pretty rough list considering I've only really lived in two of them, and I've probably only visited about 20. Washington Hawaii Vermont Colorado Idaho Wyoming Oregon Iowa Kansas New Mexico Wisconsin West Virginia South Dakota North Dakota Indiana Ohio Illinois North Carolina Michigan Nevada South Carolina Nebraska Arizona Rhode Island Delaware New Hampshire Maryland Massachusetts Pennsylvania Oklahoma Texas Minnesota Montana Florida Virginia Conneticut Maine New York New Jersey Missouri Lousiana Kentucky Tennessee Utah Arkansas Georgia Alaska Mississippi California Alabama
  2. Hello, everyone! I was debating whether I should do this topic, and decided I should. So I was just wondering, are there any countries you want to visit? I have quite a few of them, and they are the following: The Philippines (based on everything I've read about the country, as well as the pictures of it I've seen, it seems like a beautiful country, and I'd love to visit many of its landmarks and try a lot of the food there. I also have lots of friends from the country) Thailand (I actually went to Thailand when I was younger, kinda wanted to visit again for some reason) Japan (I'll admit it is mainly because of Japanese pop culture, but I do also want to visit some of its many landmarks, and learn more about the country) South Korea (pretty much the same reasons as Japan) United Kingdom (not sure why, I kinda just do!) Sweden (again, I'm not really sure) Poland (For some reason, I've started being interested in Poland) The Netherlands (my dad's side of the family is from there) New Zealand (my mum's side of the family is from there) United States (mainly for the pop culture, as well as some landmarks) Canada (again, not really sure why, I kinda just do) Mexico (forgot to mention this one, but, I'd love to try more Mexican foods, besides the usual tacos, burritos, etc...) China (it does seem like an interesting country, and considering the kind of influence it seems to be gaining in the world, I'd like to visit it)
  3. So, what I mean by this question is: where do you, y'know, come from? For instance, I'm mostly Scotts-Norwegian, with a bit of Turkish and Danish thrown in. From what descent are you?
  4. Happy 4th of July to my fellow American neighbours! #IndependenceDay #4thofJuly #Organ #PipeOrgan
  5. YYYYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW Okay, back to my mopey "Arial 14". So last week, I touched ground in the good 'ol US of A! It was quite a ride and I slept not a wink knowing that just across the ocean was the land of opportunity. Don't get me wrong, I've been to America before, but never in a sense of "moving". Y'see, before, it was more of, "Don't worry, we'll eat these burgers next year. Then you'll really have a taste for them." Now it's something along the lines of, "Damn, why did I eat so many burgers? I'm never going to eat again." In the words of GRAND MOM, "Life is like a bad sandwich. You keep taking each bite hoping it'll get better. Next thing you know, you've finished the sandwich." (You bet I'm bolding that. I expect to see that in the "PonyVerse Yearbook", I wanna see my face plastered over the "Least Likely to Succeed" title bearing my name, "RiPalityPublishing: The Worst Blogger, but a Great AWP.") (Make it happen, mods. Please. We can let it be our little secret. I won't tell anyone I bribed you.) (If you couldn't tell by now, it's great to be back) SO! What's new in America compared to Jampam? Sizes, people, ghetto, technology (a slight demotion), and, of course, the first thing I see while greeted into this great country: BAD AIRPLANE SECURITY (Talk about kicking 2017 off with an exciting one. . . a rant about air-marshals) So what's so bad about American security? Well, the first thing is where to begin. . . Y'see, the problem with America is that for some reason we have this strange philosophy where in order to simplify something, we have to over-complicate it first. And with a herd of fumbling Americans "RushB"-ing through the lines, it gets very, very messy. So how do you complicate something as simple as a line? Aren't customs supposed to be a "get from Point-A to Point-B without getting your toothpaste stolen"? Not in America (save for the toothpaste part). Nope! Here's how they have it set up: Firstly, separate the lines into two; one for priority (which is bogus since no one uses it) and other being the economy skrubs (like me). Whichever line you take doesn't matter because you'll always get lost in the heat of customs. Second, split the two lines again into four different x-ray machines. Sure, that sounds simple enough on paper. More machines equals faster progress, right? Ehh . . . not when you've got a lot of extra crap being separated from the luggage just so they can do a "security check". Now, everything up to this point is rather straight forward. You follow lines, get caught in a bit of lag, what's the deal? Y'see, if you've ever been in the gaming affair long enough, you'll learn about a little something called, "RNG", or "Random Number Generator"; it determines random hit ratios, health points, to critical hits (Don't worry, I just looked it up). Why am I bringing this up? Because only at American airports do they have, "RIB", which, of course, stands for: "RANDOM INSPECTION BULLSHNIKIES". (Seriously, what else?) I usually comply with the terms of the officials, but today was something a little different. That was my last flight leaving from Aussie, Texas and it was scheduled to leave approx. 15 minutes after our previous flight landed. So we were in a bit of a rush and getting through security wasn't on our list of priorities. Fun fact: My father, about seven or so years ago, gave me this nifty little external hard drive that I still use to this day. On the back, however, is the coolest part. It's got this two-inch green sticker that reads: "This medium is unclassified U.S. Government Property". How cool is that? So as we're sprinting through the lines, I noticed one thing odd. The security guard operating the x-ray, pulls aside my prized gift: Desktop 6.0 (My new laptop). At that moment, my head was spinning. What's wrong with my laptop? Do I stash weed in my sleep? What kind of "hazards" do my 2015-built HP productivity laptop have that someone else's doesn't? We were held up for quite a while. I had to ask one of the "officers" why my laptop was "stolen". His answer? "It's been selected for a random check" Here's where the harddrive comes in. Y'see, I'm a really big wire-carrier. If you see me carrying a backpack, chances are, it's got about 5 pounds of wires and other electronics. (Always gotta be prepared, amiright?) And just behind my laptop, ON THE SECURITY BELT, was a big 'ol, green crate of wires (all from me), with that silly little hard-drive (suspicious as it is) and enough copper-wire to build me a taser. Did they touch it? Nope! They didn't even look at it. But of course, they go for the laptop, the only thing that "looks" suspicious enough for a random check. I don't know if they're going by numbers, or by pure dumb luck; but they really should consider a better way of playing RN-Jesus. When we finally arrived at the hotel, it turns out they inspected my baggage for "hazardous materials" as well. At least they folded my clothes. -RealityPublishing I realized I've written 5 MLPForum pages of these blog entries; Happy New Year, everypony! (I'm still trying to find the photos for the 5k special. At that time, it'll probably be 6k. Rip me.) Discord: https://discord.gg/6fNjXFq
  6. I wrote this one up in a few sections at a time. It was the first story I have completed in the past 7 years so my writing skills are rough as you will see. The basic plot is that one perspective is based off of an American NG member who finds himself on the front line of a new war. The second perspective is from a German paratrooper who drops into America behind enemy lines. I had more planned for this story but I am struggling with setting up the characters properly, something which I really hope to improve upon if I continue or start any other stories. I like the premise of this one but I'm not sure how I can make the characters any better because right now they are very generic and unknown. I know there are issues with this one but any feedback is appreciated since it would be nice to get a rough idea of were I'm at before I continue with this or start on something new. Anyways, without further adue, here it is: “Everybody up! Now! This is not a drill!” What was going on? 4:30 in the morning? Something really big must be happening if the sergeant wanted us up at this hour. “Listen up! The 554th infantry regiment has reported some hostile warships off the coast by section 42 of the Atlantic wall. You all know what this means.” “You sure sergeant?” Somebody in the back of the barracks spoke up. “They said the same thing last July and nothing happened. Probably just some U-boats trying to give the citizens a fright.” “I don’t care what you think!” The Sargent barked back. “I have my orders and you have yours! We can get down to the wall in 20 minutes and we can find out what the issue is. I want everybody in this room on the trucks and ready to go in 5 minutes!” “Yes sir!” I quickly slipped on my tattered “uniform” which was no more than a worn out coat with my division insignia patched to it. It was always best to get to the rifle rack first. I quickly scanned over the dates stamped into the top of the barrels of the M1903 Springfield rifles. 1943, 1944, 1938, 1935 … there we go, 1917! I quickly looked it over for damage but it looked good. It was always a relief when I found an old rifle in good shape since I had heard stories of soldiers who lost half their jaw from firing one of the hastily made Springfields from 1944 or 45. Within 4 minutes everybody was loaded up on the half wooden M44 troop transporter. It was a primitive vehicle which was little more than a long pickup truck with a wooden back covered with a cloth sheet. Our column was escorted by a half track equipped with a few .50 calibre machine gun for shooting down aircraft just in case some German planes tried to attack. The ride up to the Atlantic wall was never fun. The road was just some gravel laid down a one way road which went through a forest. The truck shook so violently that it was impossible to hear anything, the only way to communicate was with hand gestures. At about the fifteen minute mark of the trip to the wall something caught my eye. Flashes coming from the wall. Big flashes. Some of them were so bright that they lit up most of the sky for almost a whole second. “Oh well.” I thought to myself. “Probably just an oil tanker that got hit off the coast again. Nothing to worry about.” However, the flashed continued without any sign of stopping or slowing down. This really started to worry me now. Was a whole convoy of oil tankers hit by a U-boat pack? It seemed unlikely that the US Navy would let the German’s do that kind of damage. Suddenly, there was a massive explosion just ahead of the convoy. “PANZER!” Somebody yelled. Our truck slammed on its breaks but slid into the back of the now flaming halftrack. “Everybody out now!” WHAM! Before I could move the transport behind us slammed into the back of our transport and reduced the last 2 seats to splinters. Without thinking, I pulled the bayonet of my rifle and slashed open the side of the cloth covering. I rolled out of the hole as fast as I could. A split second later machine gun fire coming from the other side of the road tore through the flimsy wooden side of the transport. In a moment of panic I dropped my bayonet and left my rifle on the road as I sprinted into the dark forest. It had all happened so fast. No time to think over the situation or what to do about it. I just ran. That’s all I could do. Run. I could still see the trees and the sky light up every once and a while from the flashes coming from the wall. The ground sometimes grumbled when some of the bigger flashes when off and lit up the sky. I never even considered looking back or trying to head for the wall. I just needed to get as far away as possible, that’s all the mattered. I felt exhausted but I just kept on going even though I felt like I might collapse at any moment. “Not today!” I told myself. “I may die someday but not today!” After what seemed like hours, I found an end to the dark forest which lead into an empty wheat field. The sun was starting to come up now and I noticed a farm house off to the side of the field. There was no automobile in the driveway or a power line leading to the house for that matter. The place must have been abandoned after the crash of ‘29. I ran up to the front door which was knocked down and entered the house. The furniture was torn up and rotten, windows were smashed and glass littered the floor. Definitely abandoned. I headed down to the dark basement and sat in one of the corners away from the light. I would be safe down here for now. I tried to think of what to do next. I had just abandoned my unit and everybody I had trained with over the past three weeks might be dead. Panzers out here? How could that even be possible? How did could Germans get past our fleet? Somebody in high command must of really messed up if they let a whole invasion fleet through! It could have just been a test too though. Maybe some U-boats dropped off some troops as a scouting mission. After thinking about the situation for another few hours, I heard the sound of heavy trucks off in the distance. It slowly got louder and louder. I ran upstairs and looked out of one of the smashed windows. I could see a column of troop transports heading up the road. M44s! One of them was had its side badly damaged and shot up with bullet holes. I recognized the licence number on the side of one of the trucks. They were from my unit! The trucks passed by the house and turned off to another side road. However, one of the trucks kept on going for a while further. I had not realized that just a few hundred yards ahead there was an airfield. On the field were a bunch of wrecked aircraft and a burnt out radar station. The place looked completely abandoned and I could not see any operational aircraft or vehicles on the field. The truck stopped by one of the buildings and a bunch of troops jumped out the back if it. They were all carrying rifles and quickly spread out to search the buildings. I understood what happened to the men who deserted from the National Guard. They were usually lined up in front of a firing squad and shot as traitors. However, I could not stand the thought of running away like I coward. Maybe if I handed myself in they would let it slide. I started to walk towards the field with my hands behind my head. “Patterson!” Somebody had noticed me walking over. “What on earth are you doing? I thought you were a dead man!” I walked closer and explained to him what had happened. “You deserted in middle of combat eh? Well, lucky for you the Sargent was with the rest of the column which went to the hospital. I’ll just tell him that you were with us the whole time. If somebody says they saw you run for it then just tell them that they were mistaken. For the love of god though, NEVER do that again!” “Thanks Wilson. I never thought I would see you guys again.” I replied back. “Don’t let your guard down kid. Things are about to get a whole lot worse.” Wilson walked me to one of the buildings. “What’s the situation?” He called out. “The power lines are gone. Communications are all dead.” Somebody called out from the building. “Damn. We will just have to pray that Sarge gets us some support.” “Support for what?” I snapped back. “The Sarge said that in the case of an invasion, our primary objective is to deny the enemy a beach head. Our secondary is to deny them access to any airfields, so that’s what we are going to do.” I suddenly felt light headed. “Take this kid, you’re going to need it.” Wilson handed me a Springfield rifle. “How the hell are 22 of us supposed to hold down an entire airfield? This is nuts! They have tanks for crying out loud!” “Shut up kid! Moral is already low, we don’t need defeatists in our ranks as well. All they have are some light tanks. We took out the one that ambushed us in one shot with a Bazooka, there is nothing to worry about.” Wilson snapped back. We all took up defensive positions across the airfield. Me, Wilson and Private Frank occupied the top level of the control tower. The sun was just coming up and heavy gunfire continued off in the distance. Suddenly we heard the whine of an aircraft in the distance which was coming over from the east. “Incoming! Everybody take cover!” The aircraft appeared to be smoking and flying lower and lower as it approached. Somebody yelled out “Hold your fire! It’s a friendly!” When the plane came closer, I recognised the aircraft. It was a Spitfire MK V, the standard fighter for the USAAF. The plane skidded to a halt on the far side of the airfield and we ran over to put the fire out. The pilot jumped out and blasted the engine with a fire extinguisher. “Wonderful! Lets see if he knows anything about the situation.” Wilson said to himself as he walked over to the aircraft. “Private Wilson, Nation Guard” Wilson introduced himself. “How many of you are here?” The pilot snapped back. “22.” “Well shoot! 22 men assigned to defend an airfield? Where has everybody else gone? If we give up another airfield then we might lose air superiority!” “I understand the situation but I was hoping you could shed some light on the situation.” “Bad. Now get me a rifle because we are not giving up this position until every one of us is dead! Understand?” Everybody got back into position and we just waited. Wilson, who just came back after a discussion with the pilot came upstairs and sat down. “Did you get anything out of him?” Frank asked. “Yea, he sure wasn’t kidding when he said the situation was bad. There were 57 aircraft stationed here this morning. Now look at this place, it’s like a ghost town. He says that he’s the only one who made it back in one piece. He told me that the Germans have jets over the east. They tried to engage the jets but it was a slaughter.” Suddenly we heard a branch snapping coming from the woods. Wilson put his finger over his mouth and gestured towards the woods. I set my rifle up on a table with a clear view out the window and set the sights to 200m. A shadow emerged from the woods but I could make out the curved sides of the helmet as well as the camouflage design. German! He was carrying a short rifle with a scope and a long magazine at the bottom. I held my breath and waited for Wilson to give the order to fire. The soldier off in the distance waved his arm over and soon a group of about 8 more shadows emerged from the woods. One of them stayed behind and the others started to quickly walk in the direction of the airfield. “Wait for them to get closer.” Wilson whispered “I don’t think they notice us yet and they think the place is deserted.” CRACK! I heard a rifle shot come from far behind me. “Open fire!” I fired at one of the soldiers off in the distance and one of them threw his arms up in the air before collapsing onto the floor. I was not sure if it was my shot that hit him or somebody else’s but it was the first time I had shot at a live human being. All of the soldiers split up and hit the ground. I pulled the bolt back on my rifle as fast as I could and lined up for another shot. Crack! I gave little thought to aiming as my hands were shaking far too much. I just tried to fire my rifle as fast as I could. One of the soldiers in the field must have noticed the flash from my rifle and fired wildly at the window. Bullets zoomed past me and hit the window frame as well as the ceiling. I ducked down as dust from the ceiling fell down around me. The rifle fire continued outside but the automatic fire from the field died down quickly. I kept my head down until the fire stopped, I did not want to risk being shot at again. When the fire stopped I heard Wilson yell out “Keep your eyes peeled! Frank, go out to the field and get those weapons. We are going to need all the guns we can get our hands on and I can guarantee that those rifles are better than anything we have.” The airfield was dead quiet after the shootout, nobody talked or moved. The only thing that could be heard was the occasional bird song and Frank trudging through the grass. We had been told that any injuries or casualties must be reported to the highest officer at once so having nobody talk back was probably a good thing. Viewpoint 2: “2 minutes to the drop point! Commence preparation procedures at once!” I got up out of my thin metal seat and the rest of the squad fallowed suit. An airmen waited at all 4 doors on the 4 engine aircraft with their fingers clenched on the release for the doors. It was early in the morning and the sun had not even risen yet. I gave my parachute a quick check and made sure all my equipment was secured properly. I learnt from my other 2 drops that it was always a good idea to hold on to something so that the flak bursts would not knock me over. However, this time there was no flak and I had not noticed any enemy aircraft. “30 seconds!” Everybody moved closer to the doors on the aircraft, I was the third person behind the door on the back left of the aircraft. “10 seconds! Prepare doors!” The men on the doors pulled the lever up and yanked the metal doors open. A red light appeared over the door. “5 seconds! 4. 3. 2. 1. Commence drop!” The light turned to green and a buzzer sounded. All at once, soldiers started to jump out from the doors. Within seconds I was out of the aircraft and plummeting down from the dark sky. It was hard to see what was going on down below but the country side was dark. I did not notice any sign ground fire or civilian lights. The tension during the initial fall was almost unbearable. At any second I could be hit by ground fire or I could land on enemy troops. There would be nothing I could do to save myself if any of these situations occurred and that is what bothered me the most. At a few thousand meters I pulled my chute which caught the wind and caused a rapid decline in speed. Once my speed stabilized I undid the strap which was holding my rifle around my waist and got it ready. I took the safety off and scanned the ground for any signs of movement. However, I dropped into a dense forest and it appeared as if nobody noticed me. I landed in a small oak tree which snagged the parachute. I pulled out my knife and slashed the straps off. Luckily I was only a few meters off the forest floor so I was unharmed when I hit the ground which was always a major relief. I quickly looked around the surrounding area for movement or signs of light but noticed nothing. I readied my rifle and checked my compass then began to head north. My objective was to secure a small civilian airfield which was being used for the military. I continued on through the forest for what felt like half an hour. Eventually I heard a sound coming from behind one of the trees. I readied my rifle and carefully moved closer. Suddenly I heard somebody yell out towards me in German and then in English “Identify yourself at once!” I called back “Private Wilhelm Hansen, 7th Fallscrimjager.” “Approach at once!” I lowered my rifle and walked over to the voice. I stepped into a small clearing and noticed 5 other paratroopers standing next to a tree. “Excellent!” One of them shouted out. “Now that we have Wilhelm with us we shall be unstoppable!” “What is the situation?” I asked. “Did you see the drop conditions? We caught them off guard! No flack, no fighters and no reports of enemies on the ground so far. I have not seen such an easy invasion since Denmark!” “I understand the landing conditions were good but we must capture that airfield.” I replied back. “Do you have any idea were other troops may have landed? The 10 of us don’t have a hope of doing much right now.” “I say we head on over to that airfield and see if anybody’s home. If we manage to get that field then we will all be given Iron Crosses!” The other paratroopers seemed enthusiastic about the idea so I said nothing in protest. Besides, if we noticed any enemy troops we could just turn back and look for other troops if things looked bad. The 10 of us set off through the dark forest. We just used the compass for navigation but after about 20 minutes we noticed a propeller driven fighter flying at low altitude heading in the direction of the airfield. “Well at least we know we are going in the right direction now.” One of the soldiers commented. After our group continued on for another few minutes, we discovered the edge of the forest. “Hans! Go and check out that field up ahead, it could be the clearing for the airfield after all.” One of the soldier instructed. Hans moved to the edge of the forest and scanned the area with a pair of binoculars. Hans soon moved back towards us and said the airfield was just up ahead and that nobody was home! It seems too good to be true, just like most of the events of today. “Then what are we waiting for.” The same soldier asked enthusiastically. “Let’s go a get our crosses men!” “Hold on a minute.” I spoke out. “It could be a trap for all we know.” “All right then Wilhelm. Why don’t you hang back and provide covering fire if things go bad all right?” I let the nine paratroopers head out into the field. Hans went out first and called the others out after him. I lay still on the ground and scanned the building for any signs of movement. I looked over at the radar station and watched as an American soldier scampered behind the mangled equipment on the roof. I focused all my attention on the radar station in case he popped out again, I did not bother to look anywhere else on base in fear that the soldier might try to fire at my fellow paratroopers. Suddenly, I heard a rifle shot coming from the hanger and right after somebody screamed a command in English and the perimeter lit up with rifle fire from almost every direction. I looked over at the radar station and took aim but the riflemen stopped firing after a few seconds. I held my self back from firing since I did not want to give away my location. I looked over at the field and just glanced at the bodies of my fellow paratroopers strewn across the empty field. It was too late to do anything now.
  7. The user base on this forum seems to be further right than I originally expected, but I was curious how representative of the general base the comments I've seen are. Personally, I consider myself to be slightly left of the Democrats.
  8. Ever since I started watching MLP I have always gotten a feeling that the show was set in a 1890's Ponifyed version of America. The tec fits well with the 1890's as there is no electricity, rail travel / stage coach is a popular transpiration mode and printing presses are used for newspapers which are the main form of media. Also things like the Buffaloes, the Flim Flam brothers and early Manehatten remind me a lot of the 1890's. Of course things later in the show like DJ Pon3, some parts of Manehatten and places like the Bowling Ally or certain dinners don't fit well but for the most part it seems very similar to 1890's America. Anybody else think the setting was biased off of 1890's America?
  9. Step 1: Listen to; Green Day Pierce The Veil My Chemical Romance Panic!At the Disco Gorillaz Blink182 Step 2: Make a big deal of this, but refuse to accept the meaning of their lyrics. Step 3: Get hair dyed obscure colours, whilst also having black in there. Step 4: Make a Tumblr profile, and look through the website for political views. Step 5: Force these views onto your friends. Step 6: Google "Top 10 Mental Illnesses You Might Have, Number 10 Will Blow Your Mind!" Step 7: Diagnose yourself. Step 8: Buy a vape stick. Step 9: Use said stick. Step 10: Wear either vibrantly obnoxiusness branded clothing, or leather. Step 11: Kill yourself.
  10. This is a serious-as-shit poll that WILL determine the future of the country, so choose WISELY . Thank you for your time, and GOD BLESS AMERICA.
  11. My dear equines. I'm bored as hell in my town. So I want to travel States from coast to coast. Yes, on da bus or train, not on da pony. With breaks in most notable cities. What's better, train or bus? Who has similar experience? Any advice? Any troubles? How expensive could it be? To let you know, I'm alien from Planet Russia. So if there's things obvious for you they still could be interesting for me.
  12. Hello fellow Bronies! this is the first time ever posting on a forum so I`m a bit nervous, but I need your help, so please! I am a Brony since 2014, I saw the show and fell in love with it. For my English class I need to do an presentation and it has to do with something that orginates from an English speaking country, and I really want to do it about MLP, I shared my intrest in doing the subject with my teacher but he placed me under a rule: If I really want to do it, I must show the relation between MLP and America, ofcourse I know that Hasbro is a American company but I ask you all for help. This can be: - references to America/Amercan people within episodes (please state the episode) - American inspired characters (be it names, appearance etc) - Any other thing no matter how small if it comes to mind please go ahead. So please, even if you think, eh that couldn`t be of use, go ahead I need all your support! Many many many thanks in advance!
  13. So it's become clear to me that I am in a stark minority on these forums. I am a practicing Catholic, have studied many religions, hold a Gnostic cosmology, and am very much a person of faith. At the same time I am also a firm proponent of science despite not being well versed in hard schools of it such as physics in chemistry. I am very much a champion of transhumanism as is applies to science and society. I am also born of the United States and have traveled all around the world. I am a patriot and sincerely believe the U.S. to be an exceptional country, however, I believe it to be such because I believe in all nations and all peoples. So, I thought that with the amount of bronies who question such positions, I could offer some perspective. At least to help them form more concrete and sensible stances. So when the topic says "specific" I am referring to the following: -Religion -The United States -Transhumanism -Free market anarchism -Martial Arts All of these are things I have a firm grasp on and champion all of them. I sincerely hold that knowing why another believes the things they do can lead to a deeper understanding of the ideals themselves, so please, ask away.
  14. Scenario A: If, in the future, the Americans find several nations on another planet, which already know that they are descended from American fanbases who "illegally" escaped Earth centuries ago, how will the actual Americans treat their "descendant nations"? As renegade countries that need to be conquered back into American authority? Or as already-independent nations, even if they haven't sent their diplomats or any messages to notify the arriving Americans? Scenario B: There is already an ethnic group that addresses itself as "Americans". Unlike most other groups who settled on the planet, this particular group of Americans chose to retain their original culture and identity (even if it appears "anachronistic", e.g. 1950's-influenced, but not in an "isolated" level that they reject all modernized technology). How will the spacefaring Americans treat their "anachronistic", nativized counterparts/cousins? And likewise, what will the "settled" Americans view their looming counterparts from the spaceships? (I am doing this because I am writing a semi-military science fiction story; and I'm curious)
  15. https://petitions.whitehouse.gov/petition/change-fine-nations-anthem-theme-my-little-pony-friendship-magic/dD95cQvL Yes, I signed it. I'm quite surprised that it has that many signatures in almost two days (as of now). It's probably not going to reach 100,000 but, signing it won't hurt.
  16. Soooooooooooo how's it been? I'm sure my regular dudes have long gone extinct since the time I last came on MLP forums, but I'm back again with a collection of really old jokes. Maybe you new guys can get a kick out of these. There are a ton of world cup jokes, but not too many Independence day ones. I only like political humor when it comes with moderately anarchistic implications. Some gifs don't work till ya click on em. Get pics below!
  17. I would have American and United Airlines advertisements on My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. This should work on those. Simply I add them on top left and right of the screen with these. American Airlines U N I T E D
  18. Hay everypony! So... this is kinda a silly topic to post here, but I thought "Why not?". Let me explain. In school, we're doing sort of a "roleplay" situation for us to better understand why the Articles of Confederation didn't work. We got to guess numbers and then pick colonies. I'm assigned to Pennsylvania. We have to trade with other colonies, agree on things in congress, and deal with other countries (France, Spain, etc.) and deal with other people (colonies, American Indians, etc.) We have certain goods that we can trade to other colonies. Our goods, which I'm not sure if these are all of them, but the ones I know we have are: Corn, Wheat, Whiskey, and Specialized Labor Artisans (People who can make things for us). Obviously, Pennsylvania has more than this in real life, but no colony can be too powerful!) Whiskey and corn are unique to us. This is a very odd thing to do on a MLP forum, but since you guys are all so smart and awesome, I'd like to see what you have to say! So, how do you think we can prosper with our materials?
  19. Yesterday I was serving God (or so the Boy Scout oath tells us) by selling over-priced popcorn to people outside of the local Lowe's store. Yeah, I'm a boy scout, and yeah, I've sold popcorn before. But this time was different. America, meet your money-grabbing guarantee: Bacon Ranch Popcorn! Yes, you read that correctly. As I was forced to loot my fellow countrymen in exchange for 'gourmet' popcorn, I decided to read up on some of the products we were actually selling. My eyes were immediately drawn to the most outlandish popcorn flavor yet to inhabit my sales paper, Bacon Ranch. I know what you're thinking, "I came here to argue with you! When are you going to get to the capitalism part?!" Well look at this. 6 oz. of this horrendously nauseating popcorn costs $30. That's 5 bucks an ounce! Last time I checked, poison didn't cost that much. What's more depressing is that the Boy Scouts, an organization that supposedly is meant to help other people at all times, is grabbing all the cash they can in competition with Girl Scout cookies. Well sir, you say cookies are better than popcorn? WELL DO THEY HAVE BACON RANCH COOKIES??? I DIDN'T THINK SO! The money from this doesn't even go to my troop. Over 70% goes to support "The Northeast GA Council" AKA, a group of old white guys who spend their days planning on how to further exploit the loose wallets of the people who they were supposed to be protecting. I dunno, maybe I'm just raging here. But $30 for a few kernels? Really BSA?
  20. 9/11/2013 Remember, on this day--September 11th, we don't just remember the horrible events of that day in 2001, we don't just remember the terror in our hearts. We don't just remember who said they attacked us, and we don't just remember conspiracy theories. What we remember is how we as a people came together to support each other. And what we have forgotten since then--is how to continue supporting each other. Despite what happens and what has happened, and despite who attacks, the masses don't represent the individual. Suggesting that all Muslims are terrorists, or supposing that any middle eastern is to be feared only leads us further into the clutches of the injustice that sought to destroy our land. Not to mention. From what I know, most of the terrorism that has occurred in the states has happened thanks to white people/non-muslims. So, all you "MUSLIM ARE TERRORIST" people that I know--think about all the white people you have forgotten to insult, and remember if you're going to be a jackass, do it right. [*] Yes--I know some people will say something along the lines of "WELL THAT WAS THE WORST ATTACK ON AMERICA FOR TERRORISM IN HISTORY SO"--I don't care. One case vs. multiple cases; again--individuality dictates the action. A person chooses their action and their destiny. Overall--there's a certain amount of prejudice that is needed in the world, and there is a level of ignorance that shouldn't be tolerated. So remember guys, as Craig Ferguson said after the Boston Bombing, "I remember, when 9/11 went down, my reaction was, 'Well, I've had it with humanity.' But I was wrong. I don't know what's going to be revealed to be behind all of this mayhem. One human, insect, or a poisonous mass of broken sociopaths. But here's what I DO know. If it's one person, or a HUNDRED people, that number is not even a fraction of a fraction of a fraction of a percent of the population on this planet. You watch the videos of the carnage and there are people running TOWARDS the destruction to help out… This is beyond religion or creed or nation. We would not be here if humanity were inherently evil. We'd have eaten ourselves alive long ago.”
  21. (This might get a bit confusing) (So the idea behind this "ask a pony" is that all countries -in the confusing fashion as possible- are teenagers. While they are supposed to be representations of the actual country, keep in mind this is all in good fun and I'm not trying to hurt anypony. However, I do want to show the interactions of all the countries/teens as realistically as I can to real life international relations while still having fun.) (TL;DR. I'm writing a AaP for all the Countries in the world. They'll talk and do their thing as if they were teenagers. I'll try to be funny and real. Deal With It) (You can ask questions to any specific country, or to groups of them. Your questions can range anywhere from real life issues to these teenager countries' personal lives with each other.) (If you need to ask ME a question, just put it in parenthesis or just address it to me. Or something) (Note: Some countries are male and some are female. The reasoning behind this is purely my insanity and has nothing to do with the country's strength or class or whatever.) America: So please, ask away! France: Really, we want to answer your questions. UK: Seriously, ask whatever you want. We don't bite. Russia: Well, Perhaps maybe Turkmenistan would. America: Do you guys really think they'll ask anything? China: I not so sure. I do not think they really get what's going on. Russia: Well they should. Otherwise we may have problems. America: Don't worry, guys, this'll go great... EVERYPONY, ASK YOUR QUESTIONS! (I promise I'll get better at this XD)
  22. Allow me to begin with a little nugget of information on this movie. It's only listed quote on IMDB is Abraham Lincoln saying "Emancipate that ass." That should give you some kind of idea on what manner of movie we're talking about here. This is most definitely the kind of movie that should come with a disclaimer that reads "WARNING: Smoke a joint before viewing". This movie was simultaneously one of the stupidest and most brilliant films I have ever seen. The Netflix description reads "After contracting polio from a werewolf bite, FDR and a team of historic figures seek victory in World War II by defeating an army of Nazi werewolves," and honestly, I can't think of any better summation. That sentence alone is entertaining, much less an entire movie on the subject. I was absolutely rolling through the entirety of it. The film was purposefully made to appear incredibly low budget. Crappy digital effects, silly creature makeup (the werewolves looked like low budget Wookies), and "low-budget" props (I'm fairly certain those "rocket launchers" were made of PVC pipe) all added into a movie that was filmed nearly entirely on an indoor set make for a very silly feel to the whole durned thing. That was the key right there, that they did it in a way that was silly, not stupid like "Nazis at the Center of the Earth". The film's sense of humor was abrasive and offensive,, which is why I liked it so much. Casual racism, casual sexism, nonchalant adultery, presidents smoking joints... All of this done in a way that no one could possibly take offense to. This movie is fucking magical. To be truthful with you, this is the kind of movie that cannot be adequately verbally reviewed. It's a must watch. It has firmly lodged itself into my "favorite movies" list, and it seems to be in no fear of going anywhere.
  23. Who here watches Big Brother 14? If you do, state what you think should be the players next move or just for the purposes of discussion! PLEASE NO SPOILERS. IF IT AIRED ON BIG BROTHER AFTER DARK PLEASE DO NOT POST HERE. KEEP THIS THREAD ONLY FOR WHAT HAS BEEN AIRED ON SUNDAY, WEDNESDAY, AND THURSDAY. I'm all alone Nobody likes me and they're avoiding me and they don't want to be my friends anymore.
  24. Clicking this topic thinking this is just your everyday drawing of Scootaloo and Rainbow Dash? Well boy do I have a surprise for you! It's totally not a average drawing of Scootaloo and Rainbow Dash! Clicking the back button thinking I'm initially screwing with you? Well don't, it's still a drawing of Scootaloo and Rainbow Dash! Anyways, I'll tell you how this drawing came to be. So yesterday I was like watching that Equestria Girls movie (Which was pretty darn good if I do say so myself) and when it was over I had a large inspiration to draw something. Considering this was all done at a late hour, I didn't remember I started this drawing until I returned home tonight and saw it chillin' around and I was like "What the crap is that and why does it exist?!" So what is it you ask? Well it's simply a drawing of Scootaloo and Rainbow Dash! Well, kinda. Scootaloo is kinda on a lawn mower and Rainbow Dash is kinda hovering above the lawn mower and it is also kinda a spoof on Craftsman Tools (Sears' brand of tools). Obviously if you haven't heard of Craftsman, you kinda won't get the spoof. Craftsman's slogan has been "Made in U.S.A." so I was all like "Made in Equestria" for that part along with screwing "Craftsman" to say "Craftspony". Yeah, I know nobody in their right mind should come up with a drawing like this, but luckily, i'm not in my right mind. Enjoy n' stuff. All done with pencil and paper because I like shading and dislike coloring. Some people ask me "What kinda fancy-dancy artsy-fartsy drawin' pencils do you use Earl?" and i'm like "I use those cheap mechanical pencils you get at Wal-Mart." Yeah, i'm not that about it.