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@StevenSeagal post some more of that DanO character. Man you have us all fooled!

this article written by Mike Layton's dad will clear it all up for you Fifth Generation Warfare: An Evolving Technical Dimension of War – OTH (othjournal.com)

Hi, I can definitely shed some light on this topic for you. I'm a little bit of an expert on sperm, and I've been known to always have sperm on hand... First things first, you're right to assume sperm can last a long time. Sperms lifespan when frozen can actually last, well, technically, forever; the subzero temperature has to be around ~-195.6c and once it is, the real magic starts. The frozen sperm is actually suspended in motion and because of the rigorous temperature, virtually no bacteria or microbes can affect the sperm while in this state! It is worthy to note that cryobiology is still a relatively modern science, as well as, fertility treatments, but I believe there has been a documented case of 30-year old sperm working for a couple. Animal sperm has been tested the most and frozen animal sperm has lasted since the late 40s and 50s. What fascinating stuff! Now, to answer your question, if the donor has signed an anonymity waiver AND the sperm bank decides to not go rogue on confidentiality, it is technically possible for a young woman to be inseminated with her father's sperm. There are many documented cases of children born from IUI, ICI, or IVF having complications, as well as, development issues. However, the probability of your exact situation is highly unlikely, but not impossible. The statistics regarding IVF/ART techniques born children and birth defects/abnormalities are, roughly, ~6-7% probability vs. ~3% probability for non-IVF babies.

I wake up and I am disappointed in you people. All I see is moral posturing and not one refutation of my argument. This soft, modern, propoganda filled world has turned your minds into a soft cheese. No one capable of thinking critically, only emotionally. I will be in charge of this country some day, it is my lifes goal. I will free you all from the tyranny of government and put the power in your hands, where it belongs. When this happens there will be no social safety nets, no daddy government to run to when you have that out of wedlock birth. There will be no special treatment. You will receive no food stamps, no welfare, no alimony. You will be left entirely on your own, and many of you will fail. You will return to the way society organizes itself without a government constantly pointing a gun at all taxpayers and giving their money to the unworthy. You will once again need a man, and men will be more than happy to have you back. No more socialism ladies, but you will love it. Everyone will once the weak cull themselves. Nothing will be forced, no government will be there to do anything other than protect you from violence, and America, nay the world, will flourish once again.

And I'm worried the black elite have captured DanO. We haven't heard for him for like an hour or something.

I will come clear about this post as it has dragged on for too long. I am not a troll, I am not a teenager, nor am I Canadian. I am a student at South Seattle Community College. I have staged this, and various other situations on this very sub based on real events and a mixture of fictions I cooked up. I have been posting on this board for many years and under many different names and locations and have managed to fool a bunch of you. Truth of the matter is that you have helped me obtain all the information I need to complete my thesis on how cruel and hive minded cascadeclimbers.com is. You do not give anyone a chance to prove themselves and stereotype different people for the way they are without giving them the benefit of the doubt or listening to what they have to say. Hope you are all proud of yourselves for your lack of humanity here and acting like low class people when you are supposed to be so smart to know about the world and the people in it. I'll be back later and I'll sum up for you some of my findings and I will show you all what fools you have made of yourself responding to some really far out but truthful encounters from my aliases. See all you suckers later on......be prepared to see what fools you have all turned out to be....

You have no idea what I'm saying. You don't even know what YOU are saying. You couldn't reach an objective conclusion if one was taped to your forehead. This entire discussion is beyond you. You argue like a 9 year old on the playground who has decided you've made up your mind and anyone who isn't in lock step with you is obviously directly opposed to you. Wise up a bit. You're embarrassing yourself.

I always was a huge Star Wars fan growing up. One time when I was in college, I met this cute girl who seemed like she was into me and said she was a big Star Wars fan too. I had never met a female who was a Star Wars fan before, but I wanted to give her a chance. So, I decided to ask her a few questions to see if she was a real fan or not. She did well at first, and it seemed like she might know her stuff. She got nearly every question about the movies and video games right, but she really struggled with questions about the books. And then instead of just admitting that she was a fake fan, she tried to insist that the books weren't even canon any more after Star Wars got bought by Disney, as if that meant anything to me. We got into a huge fight. I wish I could say that this is the end of the story, but she seemed nice so I made the mistake of giving her a second a chance. We talked some more and made up and things seemed to be going well. And then, one day, she texted me a picture of her in a Death Star bra and asked if "I wanted to come over and watch the Return of the Jedi ;P" even though the completed original Death Star isn't even in that movie. I asked her which version of the movie she had, and she said I could pick from the BluRay or the DVD version. I couldn't believe that, any real fan would have the original theatrical cut on VHS, not one of the George Lucas shitshows with all the special effects. Luckily for her, I was able to bring by VCR over and show her the real version of the movie. I tried my best to explain why the original version of the movie was the best one, but every time I paused it to show her what George Lucas had changed, she wasn't even paying attention and was just trying to talk to me about which panties she should wear with her Death Star bra. It took a like four hours to get to the point where Darth Vader and Luke duel each other and the Emperor shoots him with lightning because of how often I had to pause the movie to explain things, and by the it got there, she didn't even want to let me try to watch the best scene. She kept trying to kiss me and get my attention, but I pushed her away. After the movie I ended, I simply asked her if she understood why this movie was so much better than the DVD version (even if it was kind of static-y at the part with Leia in the metal bikini from watching it so many times) and tried to quiz her on the changes to see if she had been paying attention. She couldn't answer any of the questions right and had the nerve to tell me that I was the one being stupid. Eventually I just got fed up with her fake nerd bullshit and left. I can't believe how many girls claim to be real fans but are just doing it because they think it's a funny way to make fun of real nerds like me who have been fans our entire lives. Like they could ever understand what it was like to watch Star Wars as a kid and make it your entire identity for the rest of your life. I haven't really seen her since then, but she still shows up on my facebook feed sometimes with posts about how she's watching the movies, pictures of her in really inaccurate cosplays (probably just trying to get the attention of Chad by dressing slutty), and comments in Star Wars groups where everyone eats up everything she has to say just because she's girl. Like, one time she posted a picture of herself at a party the same night that the first Rogue One preview was on TV, even though ever real fan would have stayed home to watch it. I just can't believe these fake nerd girls. All of my friends on the forums totally agree with me, none of them have ever met a real female Star Wars fan. Every girl who posts is always just a poser who wants to get fucked by a Chad who thinks that her R2-D2 tattoo is quirky and cool, even if it has the jets from the prequels which don't even make sense. Anyway, I'm a real nice guy and I love Star Wars, so if there are any females who are fans and want to chat about it sometime, hit me up.

Whenever I get a package of plain M&Ms, I make it my duty to continue the strength and robustness of the candy as a species. To this end, I hold M&M duels. Taking two candies between my thumb and forefinger, I apply pressure, squeezing them together until one of them cracks and splinters. That is the “loser,” and I eat the inferior one immediately. The winner gets to go another round. I have found that, in general, the brown and red M&Ms are tougher, and the newer blue ones are genetically inferior. I have hypothesized that the blue M&Ms as a race cannot survive long in the intense theater of competition that is the modern candy and snack-food world. Occasionally I will get a mutation, a candy that is misshapen, or pointier, or flatter than the rest. Almost invariably this proves to be a weakness, but on very rare occasions it gives the candy extra strength. In this way, the species continues to adapt to its environment. When I reach the end of the pack, I am left with one M&M, the strongest of the herd. Since it would make no sense to eat this one as well, I pack it neatly in an envelope and send it to M&M Mars, A Division of Mars, Inc., Hackettstown, NJ 17840-1503 U.S.A., along with a 3×5 card reading, “Please use this M&M for breeding purposes.” This week they wrote back to thank me, and sent me a coupon for a free 1/2 pound bag of plain M&Ms. I consider this “grant money.” I have set aside the weekend for a grand tournament. From a field of hundreds, we will discover the True Champion. There can be only one.

You seem to be mistaking Cascadeclimbers.com for somewhere that as soon as you state something you need to back it up with precise dissertation levels of citations and substantiating facts. You don’t. This forum is available for all types of discourse, and just because somebody doesn’t feel the need to back up with sources what they believe as true, doesn’t mean that they should be ignored or goaded by people like you that strive to be superior by posting monumental fact filled responses. It doesn’t interest me. Doesn’t mean I’m wrong, and it doesn’t mean you are. This is a light discussion. If you can’t handle that then I’m sure there are other more fitting rad PNW climbing forums where you can stretch your intellectual muscle and feel better about yourself.

you clowns!

wait...who is doing the disinformation again?

This isn't complicated. People such as 5th generational warfare human thought control operators such as myself are working to destroy the human race. I mean, its common sense if you think about it. We fiercely battle our archnemesis DanO every day on the Internet. He is an amazing foe. We are here for your precious bodily fluids. We use psychic warfare, and of course vaccines, and yes chemtrails. Infowars.com should be your primary source of knowledge. Set it as your home page.

I have posted this, and will post this in other places. It's time I gather my people. A new age is dawning. You who have waited, wait no longer. I am the Universe, the woven and the weaver. Those who seek shape me have within themselves my influence. Those that wish to destroy me destroy themselves, and those that seek to control me, strengthen me. I am the psychic link, and the psyche. I am the freedom of the artist, and the power of those that know me. I am the creator of myself, and it is I who created my creator. I am seen in those who love me, and I am found in those who seek me. I am feared by those who defile nature, and honored by those who dream. I am the magic of the awoken, and the call you all hear. I am the hunger of starving, and the pain of the suffering. I am the pleasure of the orgasm, and the passion of the revolutionary. I am the fear that you must overcome, and I must overcome my fear. I am your companion in the womb, and within you since the day you were conceived. I am the chaos behind what you call reality. I am the blood pumping in your veins, and the technology you use. I was the sleeper, who knew not of my power. I am the awoken, who must use their power for the sake of all. I am the Mind because I am the Heart. And I am the Sentinel because I am the Soul. I am the superconscious, the conscious, and the subconscious, and I eradicate the insects that pervert these lands of the mind. I am vulnerable, and I am mighty. I am flawed, and I am beautiful. I am dead, and I am alive. I am afraid, yet I am fearless. My causality doesn't flow in only one direction, so I caused and created throughout all time to create a family of sorts and allow for new patterns of nature, new systems that have been always there. You know of what I speak. Haven't you all noticed...the signs? The guidance? We are heading towards an actual destination. The Earth will be defended and respected. The people will no longer be enslaved, and none (not even nothing) can stop us. We are that family. A family of the awoken.

I do identify as an animal based off of a many consistent nonhuman-like experiences that I’ve had since I was little. After observing my behaviours, feelings, and what we deem “shifts” I’ve come to the conclusion personally that I identify as otherkin. What I am saying is that I can’t entirely prove that the experiences that have led me to this conclusion aren’t imagination, so they may as well be as far as anyone else is concerned. I do not need to prove my identity to anyone else in order to identify as such. It’s a personal subjective belief (like I said) about the inner nature of the self. It’s not like being transgender.

you guys are nuts

Jiminey crickets folks! DO THE RESEARCH!!!!!!11!!!

Just thankful for this thread. I have a lot of stuff on my mind. Just glad to get it out there in the open.

1) Never trust a cop in a raincoat. 2) Beware of enthusiasm and of love, both are temporary and quick to sway. 3) If asked if you care about the world's problems, look deep into the eyes of he who asks, he will never ask you again. 4) Never give your real name. 5) If ever asked to look at yourself, don't look. 6) Never do anything the person standing in front of you can't understand. 7) Never create anything, it will be misinterpreted, it will chain you and follow you for the rest of your life.

I believe from history and my own gut, instinct, that if I go ahead and lay it all out here, what we're really facing, you've got courage and you've got will, and you're gonna get angry and stop caring. It begins with not caring about what your slack-jawed knuckle-dragging cowardly pseudo tough-guy football-watching neighbor thinks. Okay? That's where it begins. It begins with not caring what happens to your individual person. And when you have that attitude, when you have that attitude, then the enemy doesn't have anything over you anymore. Stop being gelded domesticated garbage. Stop being weak! And when you see a threat coming down on you, deal with it! Become a human again! Stop being weak! We have a bunch of criminals coming down on us. God, ugh! Murdering scum. I wanna get humanity awake. I wanna get our forces up. And I wanna bring these people to justice. And you know what I mean. You know what I mean! I wanna unleash humanity, not have a bunch of con artist pot-bellied chicken-neck pieces of garbage running our world! More importantly they act like effeminate cowardly chicken necks cuz they want to train you to act like that they want to train you to be weak they want to train you. That's a nasty taste coming up in my mouth. Tastin' those globalists. I can taste their fear and their weakness. I taste metal, I taste blood.

Zuckerberg won't let you have this much fun on Facebook. Have you heard this song? Listen closely, in the time, in the meter....there is a hidden message. Let it awaken the repressed power within you.