#Defectus

[thestupidityofi]

why does it have to be called erectile dysfunction.

like why not penus deflatus, dickus noworkus... anything else.

plese :'(

[eobardthawneallen]

One can't have shit in this house.

I couldn't even been the asshole I wanted to be.

No longer in my asshole moment. I'm still so pissed.

In my asshole moment. I'm so pissed.

[falcemartello]

Carl Orff - O Fortuna from «Carmina Burana»

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O Fortuna

velut luna

statu variabilis

semper crescis

aut decrescis

vita detestabilis

nunc obdurat

et tunc curat

ludo mentis aciem,

egestatem,

potestatem

dissolvit ut glaciem.

Sors immanis

et inanis,

rota tu volubilis

status malus

vana salus

semper dissolubilis

Obumbrata

et velata

michi quoque niteris

nunc per ludum

dorsum nudum

fero tui sceleris.

Sors salutis

et virtutis

michi nunc contraria,

est affectus

et defectus

semper in angaria.

Hac in hora

sine mora

corde pulsum tangite

quod per sortem

sternit fortem

mecum omnes plangite

[beyondthepaper]

Miss. Blythe, what happened to you back then? What was the bartender referring to? Sorry if it’s a touchy subject….

atramento defectus or “Ink Defect”

A disease where a toon’s stomach produces too much ink. Limits a toon’s natural immortal lifespan. Cause: unknown; may believed to be caused by error during a toon’s creation.

“Ink Defect” side effects: Throwing up, purfusive sweating, breathing difficulty, chest pain/burn, severe stomach cramping, etc.

Temporary “cure”’s side effects: Over stimulation, headaches, general weakness.

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[interretialia]

Pater. Defectus tibi sum. Nullus dux spiritualis sum.

Salve, Nulle Dux Spiritualis. Pater sum.

...

Dad. I failed you. I am no spiritual leader.

Hi, No Spiritual Leader. I'm Dad.

...

(Fons Imaginis.)

[moonlynn]

"Even if a flower's petal wither, it will never forget its true color. Diphylleia is facing many problems at once and the choice of a new mayor does not seem to please everyone. Will summer return to bring peace to this rainy city?"

Almost there!! I am finishing the previews of the neighborhood and it is becoming so beautiful... :') Now I am concerned about something: I did use some CC and defaults to create the sims and townies, maybe I can list those for you guys download it and have a nice gameplay with regular sims - and not defectuous ones.

(And, as you can see, I figured out how to screenshot the game lol I was not able to do it because I was playing in fullscreen mode! Why no one told me that?)

[t-annhauser]

Nietzsche ha ispirato il nazismo? Dobbiamo noi, appassionati di Nietzsche, temere che un giorno cresca dentro di noi, horribile dictu, un uomo di estrema destra?

"Federico Nietzsche è stato accusato di aver ispirato questo periodo di violenza. I dittatori avevano fatto loro le sue parole, e Hitler, un giorno, pensando di far cosa gradita a Mussolini, gli mandò in dono le opere complete di colui che esaltava l'azione di danzare sul cranio come la suprema conquista dell'uomo. [...] Quale fondamento in quest'accusa? Uno dei soliti errori di interpretazione. Meglio: di stile. Meglio ancora: il solito difetto di educazione intellettuale. Anzi di educazione tout court. (Difetto, qui, come defectus). [...] Nietzsche è un lirico. È l'esempio più tipico di lirico. È l'uomo più liricamente completo che io conosca. [...] Ergo la filologia, la filosofia, la politica di Nietzsche vanno considerate more lyrici, sciolte da qualunque idea di fine, prese come un gioco. [...] Mai domandarsi davanti a un pensiero di Nietzsche: "Che significa?". Meno ancora intenderlo nel significato letterale e trasferirlo sul terreno sul quale le cose "hanno un fine" e si fanno "per un fine". Come impastar torte con polvere da sparo. Come fabbricar statue con la cipria. [...] Nulla, o uomini bui, ha nelle parole di Nietzsche il fine che "credete voi". Una regola bisognerebbe istituire che evitasse questi più immorali degli errori. Separare specie da specie. Vietare che uomini bui si mischino con gli uomini-luce, facciano uso delle loro "incomprensibili parole". Alberto Savinio, lirico, in Nuova Enciclopedia alla voce "Nietzsche".

[xxpaganheartxx]

"dO yOu WaNnA bE mY sUgAr BaBy?"

Shut the fuck up with that shit scammer before I cast "Phallus Defectus" on you.

[inspofromancientworld]

The Dead Pan and its Ancient Origins

By Unknown author - courtesy of Eton Collegeitem provenance image, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=5688633

Elizabeth Barrett Browning was an English poet two lived from 1806-1861. She was the first of twelve children and started writing poetry by the age of four, which her mother collected and published. When she was 15, she became chronically ill with intense head and spinal pain, spending the rest of her life on laudanum, and may have developed tuberculosis. She published her first adult collection of poetry when she was 32. She supported abolition and helped reform child labor laws and rivaled Tennyson for poet laureate when Wordsworth died. When she was 36, her writing attracted author Robert Browning and they courted and married in secret because of her father, who did disinherit her after he learned of the marriage. They moved to Italy when she was 38, where she later died. When she was 43, she gave birth to a son, Robert Wiedeman Barrett Browning, nicknamed Pen.

Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=2292318

Pan was the ancient Greek god of the wild, of shepherds with their flocks, impromptu music, and the companion of the nymphs. He is depicted as having the hindquarters, legs, and horns of a goat and the body of a rather hirsute man. Pan seems to go back to the Proto-Indo-European word *Péh₂usōn, which relates to the modern word 'pasture' and to the god Pushan in the Rigveda, who is the god of meetings, marriages, journeys, roads, and the feeding of cattle as well as transferring souls to the other world of death. Pan worship centered around Arcadia, which was an isolated part of Greece, hidden away in the mountains, and without temples, but in groves and caves.

By No machine-readable author provided. Cnyborg assumed (based on copyright claims). - No machine-readable source provided. Own work assumed (based on copyright claims)., Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=30142747

Pseudo-Plutarch wrote in De defectu oraculorum, The Obsolescence of Oracles, that of all the Greek gods, only Pan died. This reportedly was spread by a sailor named Thamus during the reign of Tiberius (14-37 CE), who received the message from a 'divine voice'. The message was received with groans and laments. Some have taken the message that 'all' the Greek gods died due to the pun in Greek.

It is on this that Browning based her poem, beginning with seeking out where the gods of Hellas (Greece) have gone, with a repeated call of 'Pan, Pan is dead.' Through the poem, the chaos that spreads through the world, affecting poets, forests, the stars, and more as a result of Pan (or all gods) being dead, saying '"We all now are desolate—/Now Pan is dead."'

You can read the poem here.

[dreamtydraw]

Glub Glub

Go go go Dreamty I believe in you!!!! You got this!!!!! 🎉🎉🎉🎉 Freedoms right around the corner!!

P.S. I just got my package of your pins and keychains today!! They’re all so so cute I love them all so much! There was a teeny mishap of one of the pin’s spike part being broken off in the packaging but that was nothing a little hot glue couldn’t immediately fix! Now I just have to figure out where to put them all….

-🐟

NAAAAAAAAUR IT WAS BROKEN-

Since the pinz were made at the same time as the defectuous cove keychans I'm having suspicions that my order was rushed at the manufacture because upon arrival I also had a broken pinz myself :/

But I'm glad to hear you like all of the rest ! Many of the packages are starting to arrive and I'm very happy about it !!!

and yeaaaaah freedom approaching !!!! Also, Happy to see you fishy. Hope you're doing good :D

[name66]

O Fortuna

velut luna

statu variabilis,

semper crescis

aut decrescis;

vita detestabilis

nunc obdurat

et tunc curat

ludo mentis aciem,

egestatem,

potestatem

dissolvit ut glaciem.

Sors immanis

et inanis,

rota tu volubilis,

status malus,

vana salus

semper dissolubilis,

obumbrata

et velata

michi quoque niteris;

nunc per ludum

dorsum nudum

fero tui sceleris.

Sors salutis

et virtutis

michi nunc contraria,

est affectus

et defectus

semper in angaria.

Hac in hora

sine mora

corde pulsum tangite;

quod per sortem

sternit fortem,

mecum omnes plangite!

[petermorwood]

NB those pointing fingers, drawing attention to a pee-stain and an Irritated Clerk Comment about what happened one night in about 1420:

“Hic non defectus est, sed cattus minxit desuper nocte quadam. Confundatur pessimus cattus qui minxit super librum istum in nocte Daventrie, et consimiliter omnes alii propter illum. Et cavendum valde ne permittantur libri aperti per noctem ubi cattie venire possunt.” "This is not an error, but the place where a cat peed from above one night. Confusion to that worst of cats who peed upon this book in the night at Deventer (city in the Netherlands) and because of him, all others likewise. And take care not to let books be open by night where cats are able to get at them."

We once had to bury a book in baking soda for about a week because of a similar incident. 600 years difference, and no difference; cats will do what they do... :->

Medieval scribes writing things like “fuck the abbot” (their boss) and “I am so hung over I feel dead” and “that goddamn cat got in here and pissed on the manuscript” and drawing penis monsters and purposefully unflattering portraits of public figures and animals in the marginalia is funny, yes. But more than that it is so deeply quintessentially human. It reminds you that they were largely just frustrated young adults who did an extremely repetitive and tedious job 6 days a week during daylight hours in poor conditions and felt the same malaise young adults feel now.

[eternal--returned]

We are offered a key to the character of Socrates by the wonderful phenomenon known as "the daimonion of Socrates. In exceptional circumstances, when his tremendous intellect wavered, he found secure support in the utterances of a divine voice that spoke up at such moments. This voice, whenever it comes, always dissuades. In this utterly abnormal nature, instinctive wisdom appears only in order to hinder conscious knowledge occasionally. While in all productive men it is instinct that is the creative-affirmative force, and consciousness acts critically and dissuasively, in Socrates it is instinct that becomes the critic, and consciousness that becomes the creator—truly a monstrosity per defectum! Specifically, we observe here a monstrous defectus of any mystical disposition, so Socrates might be called the typical non-mystic, in excessively as instinctive wisdom is in the mystic. But the logical urge that became manifest in Socrates was absolutely prevented from turning against itself; in its unbridled flood it displays a natural power such as we encounter to our awed amazement only in the very greatest instinctive forces. Anyone who, through the Platonic writings, has experienced even a breath of the divine naïveté and sureness of the Socratic way of life, will also feel how the enormous driving-wheel of logical Socratism is in motion, as it were, behind Socrates, and that it must be viewed through Socrates as through a shadow.

Friedrich Nietzsche ֍ The Birth of Tragedy (1872)

[korrektheiten]

Die Katholiken vor den US-Wahlen

katholisches.info: Von Roberto de Mattei* Es gibt eine katholische Lehre vom kleineren Übel, die sich folgendermaßen zusammenfassen läßt: Diese Lehre ist grundlegend für die Orientierung in einer verwirrten Zeit, in der das Verständnis des Grundsatzes verlorengegangen ist: „Bonum ex integra causa, malum ex quocumque defectu“ (Thomas von Aquin, Summa Theologiae I‑IIae, q. 18, a. 4 ad ... http://dlvr.it/TCFKfc

[flautistaclara]

The Firelord once said that the only way to the world to be peaceful was conquering the entire world for the Fire Nation. So he and his army proceeded to commit genocide. The slaughtered every airbender and every Air Nomad. All the Nomads were killed. Except one: the Avatar, who was away and lost in the ocean while the genocide hapenned. After 100 years, after being awaken, he fought the Fire Nation and its army, giving hope back to the world: hope of balance, hope to end that neverending oppression.

Unlike the Avatar's world, we don't have an Avatar destined to balance the world to aid us. And various nations were eliminated on the past, just like the Air Nomads.

The biggest genocide here, in real life, was the indigenous genocide. Millions of persons murdered by european colonizers and erased from history, just like the Fire Nation did to the Air Nomads. Those cultures are forgotten in time and there is no survivor to revive those cultures like the Avatar revived his people's culture. And this genocide stills happenning nowadays, sadly.

The most known genocide was the Holocaust. Although most people I've met only remember about the jews persecuted and murdered, the Holocaust didn't only target jews. They targeted also the roma people and the disabled ones. They were not "perfect" to the nazis. The roma, like the jews, were persecuted through history because of their beliefs and their culture. Seems like what the Fire Nation did with the waterbenders from the South Water Tribe. Arrest and murder, because they are the escapegoats. The disabled ones, well... Nazis were ableists. They saw the disabled people as defectuous. They were an error to them. Non-white persons were also hunted, because they were seen as inferior beings, not even were considered human. What about LGBTS? They were seen as deffects. And the people with different political opinions, who dared to keep believing in what is correct and stood against Nazism in Germany? Arrested, because "how dared they question the Nazi supremacy?" Luckly, thanks to the commies, the nazis were defeated. Ok US, UK and the other allies did something to aid during the 2nd World War, but we need to remember: they rathered ignore the nazis until it was too late. Also, some nazis were rescued by US on Operation Paperclip and were kept alive, working for a new country, but keeping the same ideas.

I once heard that history tends to repeat itself. I also heard that art immitates the real life. And that real life also immitates art.

For my sadness, history is repeating itself. There is a new Fire Nation in the world. Unlike Germany or the Europe, that nation is not a big potency. That nation is technically the pet from one potency. And, using religion and the threaten of terrorism as excuses, they're committing genocide. Innocents are losing their homes, their families, their lives. Universities and Hospitals were destroyed. The culture of an entire nation is being erased. And children... Well... They're considered as potential terrorists. Not human beings. Not pure and harmless. Potential terrorists. And those Air Nomads of our time, pacifists and defensive, are being erased. And we're watching this in real time on internet. Fire Soldiers making TikToks mocking the Nomads. The Firelord breaking balance to expand the Fire Nation. Fire Nation inhabitants who dare to keep beliving on what is correct and standing against those war crimes are being repressed by the nation they believed once to be a refuge for them, but in reality, this Fire Nation is as colonizer as Europe was with the rest of the world; and it is also as genocidal as the Nazi Germany was. And what I see? Although some countries like South Africa, Ireland and Brazil have positioned themselves against the genocide, I have the perception most of the world is acting like US and UK did in the 1930's: ignoring that until it becomes too late to react.

The time is ending.

The Fire Nation managed to murder loads of Air Nomads.

Hurry, we need to act before the Air Nation ends in the hands of Fire Nation like various indigenous peoples and cultures ended in the hands of Europe:

Erased and forgotten by time.

[libidomechanica]

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