By: Benjamin Anthony
My visit to the Republican National Convention was rather hastily planned, I had missed the deadline to apply for a special press pass and my local newspapers refused to grant me any sort of credibility, leaving me on the outside of the arena with all the protesters. Even the cartoonists who were protesting wanted nothing to do with me, saying I was an unprofessional hack who needed to work on his anatomy before I’d be able to join their ranks. Rather than give in, I made up my mind to press on and cover the event on my own. I had a reserved ticket for a gathering of Republicans at the Hard Rock Cafe and hoped to catch Roger Stone at a rally outside the convention as well, I figured that there would be so much chaos surrounding the convention that this would be enough to cover. The night before the the convention I watched the news of another attack on police in Baton Rouge that left three officers dead and then watched in puzzlement and horror as President Obama said that “we need to temper our words and open our hearts” in response to these homegrown terrorists. This of course would make a great cartoon caption.
With these attacks happening more and more frequently I had expected Obama to up his game a bit, come out a bit stronger but instead he continually plays right into the hands of Trump and the Republicans claims about him. This continually makes me wonder if he has just gotten tired of the role of Commander In Chief or is he really this inept as to give the other side all this ammunition against him? Donald Trump eats this stuff up and hints that maybe Obama is not what he seems, bringing up his original accusations that he was not even born in America and therefore not qualified to be President. Whether or not you agree or question Obama’s birthplace it is troubling that he seems to make such disastrous statements.
The next day I took off down the interstate towards Cleveland, as I got closer the digital road signs had alerts to call the FBI if you see anything suspicious and I fully expected to be pulled over and subjected to a full vehicle and body cavity search, but instead the traffic was light and there were no searches. I found my exit and a parking spot with ease, at this point I still thought maybe the protests are so massive that all available security is busy trying to stop an open revolt from anarchists, democrats and maybe illegal immigrants who swam across the lake intent on shutting down the Republican Convention. Instead…
If you look closely you can see a handful of protesters amid a long line of mounted police. This was the extent of protest that I saw, they shouted for a couple minutes and then were gone. In fact after the convention was over the grand total of arrests made was…twenty four. Granted there were nearly three thousand police that came in from around the country, but still as far as protests go it was a very quiet and uneventful four days, nothing like the mass chaos and burned out ruins that the media had predicted.
Sadly due to my own inability to leave the house in a timely manner I missed Roger Stone’s speech and only saw him as he was leaving in a crowd of reporters and boom mikes. However I did manage to meet Milo Yiannopoulos, the self proclaimed “most dangerous faggot” who was speaking about the dangers of Islamic terrorism and the oppression he faces because of his sexuality and support for Donald Trump. After getting a selfie with him I was stopped by a young lady who wanted to interview me about why I was there and my thoughts about Milo and Trump and the whole event. We talked for a while and she kept telling me about a party the next night put on by Milo. Sadly it was just before this party the next night that twitter would officially ban Milo from the platform, forever this time they said. He had posted a mean review of the just released Ghostbusters movie and got into an online spat with one of the actors in it. Jack Dorsey, the CEO of twitter and square, made the call to ban him, perhaps mistakenly thinking this would turn around share prices of the failing company stocks.
Really let me take a moment to say how bizarre the prices are for twitter, two years ago a share was worth around fifty U.S. dollars. Today despite inking deals to stream the NFL, MLB and the NHL over the platform it’s stock has sunk to around fifteen dollars a share. Square, the other company Jack is CEO of, is staying around the ten dollar a share mark after it’s initial public offering last November. Many voices have been calling for him to do something productive for the stocks and bizarrely all the live streaming deals have had no positive affect. Which makes me think that perhaps the banning of Milo was financially motivated, stir up some controversy and hope investors ignore the falling revenue growth. Maybe the fall football schedule will turn this around and in turn go a little lighter with the censorship coming out of the house of tweets and give us few hashtags like #FreeMilo
Anyways, I made my way to the protest area in downtown, still a few blocks from the gated off arena where all the delegates and politicians and mainstream newspeople would be performing the official duties of the convention. The number of police was overwhelming, everywhere I looked there were groups of ten and twenty officers milling about, some smiling, some looking concerned, all of them sweating. And despite my initial worries, they all were polite and non-threatening. I had expected to be greeted with clouds of pepper spray and rubber bullets, even brought safety glass and a kerchief to cover my nose and mouth, but the only time I needed the kerchief was when the sweat on my forehead started to blind me. No tear gas, no pepper spray, no complaints on the police brutality front.
The next couple of hours I wandered among the streets, Jesus freaks were holding up signs proclaiming the end is near and had loud speakers that were saying it as well. I found a Civil War monument that I never knew existed, which contained life sized sculptures of Lincoln and even had some artifacts he had signed or possessed at some point. MSNBC had a portable broadcasting stage set up on a side street and was reporting live, I watched as pro-Trump supporters vied to get into the background with a sign reading “Socialism Sucks!” Some guy was trying to sell condoms with funny slogans for the various candidates, but at five dollars apiece and of definitely questionable origin I had to pass on buying any of them.
By now it was getting close to the time when the event at the Hard Rock Cafe was going to begin, and I was needing a drink as the heat was overwhelming. The event was put on by the Christian Coalition of America and was touted as being about clean energy or energy independence or something, free food and drinks were listed on the tickets and I have read my bible numerous times so I figured I could easily blend in if anyone questioned my presence. Once again though, nothing out of the ordinary happened, one of the Congressmen from Ohio relayed the story of Daniel in lion’s den and how that compared to….I could not actually follow what his metaphor was. Nor did I hear any speeches about clean energy, but I did get two free drink tokens and exchanged them for bottles of Corona. The food was nice, a buffet with nachos, pizza, chicken fingers and eggs rolls. Every one of these Republican events I end up at that involves food always seems to include chicken fingers. This makes me wonder if Democrat events would also include chicken fingers, or if they would have some other unifying culinary morsel for their supporters?
I tried to ask some questions of the Congressman who was there, and to his credit he talked with me, though he had to admit not being familiar with Gonzo Today. My phone was almost dead at this point, and it was getting closer to sunset, with no desire to roam the now deserted streets, I found my way back to the car, still intact, no smashed windows or stolen tires, though in tossing my briefcase into the backseat I pulled a muscle in my back and had to do some stretches before I could take off.
As I drove away I couldn’t help but remember the words of Dr. Thompson “What were we doing here? What was the meaning of this trip?” In fact they had repeatedly come up in my mind throughout the day as I wandered through the streets. I wouldn’t be able to come back for the rest of the convention, still I had witnessed the start of it, but how would it end? Some violent protest when Donald Trump finally made his way to the stage? I doubted it, there simply was no strong opposition to him to be found, just the same recycled jokes and taunts that are plastered onto t-shirts and buttons every election cycle.
The three remaining days I watched on television and there at the end when Trump finally made his WWE style entrance, and accepted the nomination, there was no great earthquake, Satan didn’t poke his head up from hell to give him a high five, nor did the heavens part to allow an angelic chorus to serenade The Donald as some of his supporters seem to feel would have been only appropriate. No at the end we are left waiting for November, waiting to see how this all plays out waiting to see who will be the next President of these United States of America and who will be left outside weeping and gnashing their teeth.
By: Christopher Keller
Thinking about it now; it still hasn’t all completely sunk in. Disbelief – the word isn’t near good enough for the different questions and voices that arise around Afrika Bambaataa and the sexual abuse allegations that have plagued him throughout this year.
Anger wouldn’t be enough to describe what I felt when I heard that Bambaataa, the quiet man behind The Zulu Nation (the infamous organization dedicated to peace and the spreading of the Hip-Hop culture around the whole world), was quite possibly using his reputation as, ex-gang member to universal spokesman of Hip-Hop, just as a cover to jerk off minors in the bedroom of some random dusty project building? What in the fuck?!
I’ve been a lifelong Hip-Hop fan and dedicated myself to the culture since the age of thirteen – I have always gone out of my way to give my own words of respect to the man. In the Hip-Hop community; nothing is more strong and unbinding than respect or the reliability of your word.
So shocked just can’t describe the sobriety of that even your heroes are the same people who pass you down the street and give you the cold shoulder, who sit around and gossip among others in hushed tones, who shake your hand and puts on the fakest smile they can muster, who will not hesitate to lie to your face; who, after a hard day of work, comes home and goes into their makeshift rape dungeon in their basement to mercilessly torture young “Billy’s” with sexual abuses till they never want to see their own genitalia ever again.
I sat down and listened to the interviews with accusers and their stories. Stories of a much different man than the one mentioned in classic songs and by artists such as A Tribe Called Quest and De La Soul.
These are weird stories of penis biting, group masturbation, and nonchalant exposure that always leads to the same unholy trinity of acceptance, intimidation, and, finally, denial.
They always start off with meeting him, then following him and his ‘’inner circle’’ of original Zulu Nation members around everywhere till it ends up with them, the accusers, going to Bambaataa’s place to hang out…apparently, Bambaataa shared an apartment in The Bronx River Houses with his cousin around the time of these stories which take place all throughout the 1980’s. All the cousin had to say was that he had ‘’suspicions’’ of Bambaataa to be homosexual and heard rumors of the abuse going on in his own home.
Anyways, it’s the stereotypical scene here, complete with unbuckled pants and painful memories; just with the exception of the atmosphere of complete nonchalance. It just happens…this was just a part of being around him like having a beer with your friend or watching your friend roll around in a tub of Vaseline.
These and many other people looked up to him and followed him religiously. His own reputation gave off power and they respected him for that and after this; feared him.
He was their hero; the man who, single-handedly, put an end to the youth gangs of the late 60’s and early 70’s that terrorized the streets of New York City by uniting them with the love of music.
Some fans discover that their hero is just another snob or actually down to earth…they discovered that their hero just wants down their pants. They thought that this was just the price to pay for his respect and they ‘’wanted to be down’’; the ultimate example of peer pressure.
Talking was only an impossibility when they examined their options; risk their own reputation against one of the most legendary men (with heading an equally legendary organization) in the Hip-Hop culture or close their eyes and hope that it ends as fast as it started.
Bambaataa’s organization, The Zulu Nation, only made things worse they stood by and watched with disgust and consumed many drinks on the following night to block out the realization that their leader (and close friend) is an active pedophile but stood silent; why bite the hand that feeds?
To add frosting on the cake that is destined to be thrown away; the organization was rumored to have offered the first victim, Ronald Savage, a sum of around $5,000 to shut him up. When he, and others, did come out with their stories; The Zulu Nation put out a public letter calling to ‘’stop the assaults of Bambaataa’s character and legacy’’. Recently, they put out another letter retracting from their earlier statements, announced a change in leadership, and attempted to stand with the victims while the shadow of Afrika Bambaataa hung low over every word.
As the stories of victims stacked, more and more of the inner circle voiced their own stories of what they’ve seen and one even claimed that Bambaataa hasn’t been a member or has had a position of power in The Zulu Nation as early as 1994. It seemed that they’ve known all along but must have eaten enough off of Bambaataa’s plate to belch and look around to realize that their food was tainted so now it’s the time to call in the health inspectors.
Even now, when I go over the stories again, I can’t escape the constant feeling that I have walked in on something of the lines of seeing your favorite uncle sticking his hand up your little sister’s dress like a puppet but you know that you’re not at the set of ‘’The Muppets”.
There’s just too many similarly detailed stories to deny and now with the nation finally turning it’s back on Bambaataa; it’s just too obvious.
Although his accomplishments should always be remembered and respected, if all is true, he and the nation has lied, to the Hip-Hop community and the victims, with no more thought than he gave when deciding to tug at the belts of minors and is an scar on the face of the Hip-Hop culture so horrific that the best plastic surgeon would take one look than retire the next morning.
THIS is the information age; where even the Internet can show what tabloid magazine editors wished for in their best wet dreams.
It’s time to hang up the capes of our heroes and/or leaders because, yes, we are all human but that is no excuse for sexual abuse or anything that hurts, in any way, the exact people that they are supposed to be helping; not taking them back to their place to watch porn and an afternoon of traumatic memories.
Idolization is not, or ever was, for the information age because the moment when one is put upon a pedestal that surpasses morals and common sense is the same exact one when your hero is taking off your pants to perform fellatio nevertheless if you want it or not.
My neighbor calls, saying “Look off your deck.” The smoke plume I gaped at was substantial.
So I did what any self-respecting modern American would do, snapped a selfie.
That was last month, and obviously I didn’t burn up, because here I am, tapping away. Life could be worse, despite the beastly Topanga Canyon summer heat.
I thought I’d be in Costa Rica by now, but those plans are on hold. So once again, I leap to my feet at the sound of sirens. How I missed them last month, I dunno. Maybe my ears are going, the legacy of all that live and loud rock music back in the 60s. I’m afraid to get my ears tested, frankly.
So the sound I hate the most, aside from listening to politicians, is that of fire sirens in the canyon below. In 100 degree heat, with a blasting wind, the flames race along, devouring all. I’ve seen it, and don’t want to see it again. Among other things.
Uh, damn, but that brings us to politics. Today is the first day of the Democratic National Convention. It’s an ugly spectacle, given the latest email scandal that clearly shows how the establishment Dems rigged the system against Bernie Sanders. Debbie Wasserman-Schultz is so breathtakingly venal that it was difficult to watch her, even being booed by outraged Berners at a Florida delegates meeting this morning. Though I did enjoy her visible annoyance.
Not much later, Sanders tried to sell his people the need to vote for HRC. Many weren’t buying it. “This is the real world,” he lectured them. I turned it off in disgust. The sheepdog moment was over.
Which leaves us with three days more of this wretched ritual. I’m utterly uninterested in it, unless there is a credible challenge of some kind. But the fix is in, as always. Trump, the manufactured golem, will keep doing outrageous garbage, and the media will scream how close the race is, and HRC will win.
And then, come next January, the USA will likely begin an era of war hawkishness that will make the Obama Drone Wars look like an era of kindly love fests.
I was a kid in the 50s, and grew up fearful of nuclear war. Duck and cover, right? It seems to me we are headed back to that era, with Russia again the designated Bad Guy.
Arrgh. It wasn’t too long ago that the USA and Russia were friends. Yet here we go, getting ready to poke the bear.
I’ll avoid the details, aside from noting, as others have, that HRC has never seen a war she didn’t love, and that Iran is likely to be the first major target, once a convenient false flag operation is triggered.
Some days I’m enraged, others just glum. I pray, in my own fashion, but it doesn’t always work. Philosophy seems to help… Lucky to have had any fun at all, right?
But what I fear is the coming fire.
Kyle K. Mann
July 25, 2016
It was one of the greatest feats of misdirection in recent history, while the wizards were keeping some people amused, others in abject fear, and still other groups in shock at the stupidity of it all. With the media fast disappearing up its own arse we were all so busy looking at the wizards right hand no one bothered much to watch his left hand, or indeed the 20 guys behind him. That left hand instigated something that although innocuous on the surface has far reaching effects in a negative way for many people. But these effects will reach for further than those at the very bottom of the pile, like a cancer it will slowly creep upon us in a way that it will affect everyone. From the money grabbing criminals known as the big banks to the guy who runs your local bar and so far beyond.
They gave us a cast of characters to leave our mouths open in awe at their stupidity, or somethings even their forward thinking. They kept everyone busy while the real damaging shit was done behind the scenes. Recent British political news has obviously been written by a psychotic on mescaline, or so it would appear at first glance. But rule one of being a total bastard of a politician is if you are going to hide something that could be really bad then the more of a shit storm you could face the bigger your misdirection must be. Its name is ‘GovCoin’ and it’s the terrible secret they don’t want you to know about.
So the bastards went all out… they opened up the battery of media control guns and fired at each other in a play fight that kept everything they wanted away from prying eyes. But now it’s time for me to expose these devious bastards and make their plan more well known.
But first let’s have a recap on one of the most explosive weeks in British politics in its history and see the scale of the misdirection campaign.
If some bastard had wrote a movie script with the events of the last few weeks in the British Isles in it, it would be rejected due to being too fanciful. We’ve had the politicians behind the Brexit leave campaign all say ‘fuck it we’re all leaving now…you’re on your fucking own!’ The Prime minister (or ex prime minister by the time you read this) has resigned and a new one put in place without any member of the public getting a chance to vote on it. It’s a coup by the hardcore conservatives in the Tory party. The whole thing smells worse than last week’s fish. A bad smell that is permeating the country. It puts a person in charge of the country who is anti intellectual, anti equal rights, anti workers rights and anti a whole lot more things in charge. It’s all going to go to hell in a hand cart. The fact that Boris Johnson, the guy who acts the British buffoon but has a heart of solid ice is now the Foreign Secretary boggles the mind
The Labour party is split down the middle into the parliamentary party (the members of parliament ) on one side and the Labour party members on the other. With the parliamentary party wanting the leader of the Labour Party kicked out on his arse in what amounts to a coup by the Blairite hordes. The party members who don’t seemly get a say in this until it’s all sewn up don’t seem to want rid of Jeremy Corbyn. They like the guys and in fact it’s seen more people join the party than in recent memory. The leader of UKIP (that loathsome little toad Nigel Farage) has sodded off as well and no one really seems to care who the hell is in charge of that crowd very much. He’s served his purpose in the whole thing so it’s a case of ‘bye bye, hasta la vista, toodle pipski, piss off’.
Its a fucking mess, the whole god damned thing. The political maneuvering by the Tory party factions was a sight to behold to anyone who watches carefully. A vote by Tory MP’s was had… then one by one they all dropped out until Theresa May (Margaret Thatcher’s Mini me clone) was the only one left standing… “It’s ok guys! We don’t need a vote on who will lead the country as there’s only one candidate Left.” This all smells wrong, and you know as sure as all green hell that Andrea Leadsom will be given an important role in Mini Thatcher’s cabinet as a reward.
No one in the UK has voted to have Theresa May as Prime Minister, she has already made if very clear there will be no election until 2020. The last time this handover without an election happened it was Gordon Brown taking over from Tony Blair. In that case Theresa May was very vocal about the fact that there should be an immediate election as Brown did not have the mandate of the country. No one had voted for Brown as Prime Minister…he just dropped in like a substitute at the 89th minute.
How ironic that when it is Theresa May she has suddenly changed her opinion on such inconsequential things as people actually being able to vote on who they would prefer as Prime Minister. While I detest everything that David Cameron stands for..he may be a cunt, but at least he was an elected cunt. Some people actually voted for him. No one apart from members of parliament that are representing the Tory party have got any sort of vote on who the next damn Prime Minister of the UK will be!
That brings us up to date…
That’s one helluva misdirection! A one so big it risked damaging Britain in the process. What was it all for if not really about leaving Europe or not? The bottom line is neither sided of the referendum is going to get everything they voted for, so in a fucked up way the status quo after all this has been preserved. 3 steps forward 5 steps back.
So while every bastard has been consumed with the fall-out of the Labour party attempted coup and the Brexit vote…a changing Prime minister and rats deserting a sinking ship, one of the most worrying decisions about the British welfare system in its history has been made. A new trial technology has been put into place currently for a smallish number of people. It means they can only get paid (and by extension spend from it) money direct from a government app on a smart phone.
Oh but it gets so much better…. This ‘virtual currency’ is a non-tradeable one developed by a company called GovCoin Systems Limited. They are a city of London start-up that specializes in Bitcoin type virtual currency systems. Pay attention as this is a complex rabbit warren you may need to read a few times!
Now GovCoin Systems Limited chairman is a man named John Edge, who freely admitted in a speech he gave on the 16th October 2015 when talking about cryptocurrencies that “no one understands in any sense.” He’s also the chairman of Identity Economic holdings whose sole shareholder is the mysterious Id economic Holdings LLC. He is also managing director of 15 other companies all linked to money and digital identity security. Of most interest politically is the fact he is director of Whitechapel Think Tank Limited. I’ll let you do your own research on that one. (which will lead you down a maze of shell companies that own each other with no easily discernible end.) None of these companies have posted any records whatsoever! Hes not surprisingly a hard core Tory party supporter and one has to wonder if that is why one of his many companies have been awarded this contract.
But the icing on this whole huge fucked up cake is that he is a former Head of Electronic Client Solutions at JP fucking Morgan! This is no man of the people or tech guru, more of the global banking elites ‘man’. But it gets even more scary…. Hold onto your hats as this should concern everyone reading this. He is the co-founder of ID2020. This “aims to develop a legal digital identity from birth for everyone by 2030.” Something they are terming a ‘Self Sovereign Identity’. I’ll be amazed if you ever hear of this man’s name in the media or read about him in a paper. He’s a ninja, invisible until it’s too late.
But what does the idea of forcing people on benefits to require the use of a smartphone app that they can only be paid and spend money with?… well apart from the fact the cryptocurrency would be non-transferable and non-tradeable (so no changing it for proper paper money anywhere!)
This means that benefit sanctions could be put into place (and no doubt will as one thing the Tory party are not…is fluffy bunnies) if you spend this virtual currency on anything through the app that they don’t like. If you control the way money can be spent, you control the person.
Spend more than they think you should on cigarettes or beer? Well that’s a sanction for you sonny Jim! No more money for you for 6 months! Supporting a cause that is contrary to the government’s decision? That’s another 6 month sanction boyo! Good luck trying to feed your family. So your guy you know you runs a bar… suddenly no one on benefits can go there, your mate who runs a shop? Suddenly large sections of his stock will not be allowed to be bought by some people. It’ll be a step back to the dark ages with a knock on effect that will resonate to every area of life.
But while on the surface it seems a not bad idea to make sure those on benefits are not wasting their money on things we disprove of as ‘luxuries’, it has a very far reaching effect for both personal freedom and the economy. It all seems very voluntary at the moment, but no one brings in a highly invasive method of control and admit what they are doing. They have to ease it in, change public opinion so that people on benefits are not just seen as ‘scroungers’ but actual barely human scum. But then we’ll all be clamoring for a method of ‘sorting the bastards out’ such as this. The main hole in the whole system right now is that it requires the benefit claimant to have a working smartphone. But I can see some sort of government sanctioned very limited capability smart phone being made available to benefit claimants in some way.
The big question is what will happen to those who cannot , will not or refuse to have a smartphone? Will they then be excluded from claiming benefits at all? It’s no secret in Westminster circles than the Tory party have been looking like many western governments for a way to get involved in block chain based cryptocurrencies. By getting onto the bandwagon, taking control of the reins they are then making damn sure that they have control of it and can make it little more than a tool for the financial elite and the banks. So instead of it being a way for people to not have to rely on notaries or banks, they will be tied to them even tighter than ever before.
Former Cabinet Office minister, Matthew Hancock spoke publicly of the Try governments longing to use block chains in government. “Monitoring and controlling the use of grants is incredibly complex. A block chain, accessible to all the parties involved, might be a better way of solving that problem”.
So instead of Bitcoin and other cryptocurrencies democratizing economics and removing the middle man they look to be about to end up in the worst hands of all. It’s becoming very clear that some have very nefarious intentions for the whole thing.
But let’s predict the future a bit here. Let’s say you are behind all this and you REALLY want as many people as possible to use a currency you control., that cannot be exchanged or traded, that you can withhold or award on a whim and you control 100%. You need this as your overall method of control, but you know as sure as trees are fucking green that the people won’t agree to it given a choice. So you play the long game. You start it small, make sure it’s as easy as falling out of bed to use and that it has initially some very big plus points. Later after you have had a word with your good friend Rupert Murdoch and ask him to change public opinion even further away from seeing people on benefits as human beings towards animals who barely classify as human. Horrible stupid people that need to be controlled for their own good. Once the public is clamoring for action (maybe even letting a few large scale political demonstrations take place); then and only then do you make it all far more hardcore.
People will not see the suffering in the media as your good mate Rupert controls most of it. This gives you room to expand so that all government employees get paid the same way (only with a little more leeway). It opens up doors to ‘for the good of the country’s health you can no longer buy ‘x’ with GovCoin’. After that you can do and control whatever you want, it’s only limited by your darkest nightmares.
Invasive technologies rarely appear fast as they seem, when it involves control of large amount of people, it is planned years, sometimes a decade or two in advance. The real power behind the throne never shows its face, it doesn’t have to as it calls the shots.
So I urge others reading this to extend this research and dig deeper before it moves too far along. Otherwise the phrase ‘I am a free person’ will have no meaning a couple of decades from now. The whole idea should freeze you to your very soul.
By: Kidman J. Williams
Pokémon Go has now became more popular than porn. Yes, much like The Beatles were more popular than Jesus, finding pretend anime little animals that shoot weapons out of every orifice has become more sought after than porn which at one time was the ceiling for searches on Google.
Pokémon Go is the new reality game where kids and adult virgins alike go out and stop traffic and cause widespread love and hate across the social media platforms looking for little anime animals whose makeup was done by a hooker. (See Pikachu)
According to numbers, Pokémon has lowered the sex drive of millions of adults reliving their childhood and has propelled new lovers of the game around the globe.
(See Chart Below)
Pokemon Go searches in Blue and Porn in Red
It is reported that most of the searches are coming from countries that already have the game. Countries like the US, Czech Republic, and even Iceland. There are still some countries who are without like China, Brazil, and Sweden.
While the world burns around you and the cops are dragging you out and beating you for no reason and President Obama is attempting to get us into war with Russia while we are fighting the War on Terror remember that when the military draft opens again your Drill Sergeant isn’t going to care that you got a rare Pokémon out in the middle of Central Park. And somewhere there is already a Pokémon porn spoof movie for that special Furry in your life.