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June 4, 2018 - Sargon of Akkad - Carl Benjamin
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This Week in Stupid (03⧸06⧸2018)
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Hello everyone, I'm not Sargon of Akkad and this week in Stupid, Sargon of Akkad fucks off halfway around the world and leaves his channel with someone like me, a bloke who's managed to get his own channel terminated twice in as many years.
There's been a heap of moral outrage at stupid unnecessary shit this week.
Pogo, a music producer and remix artist from Australia, had the floodgates opened on him a couple of days ago when some video was taken from an unlisted 2016 shitposting stream, uploaded out of context on a new channel mimicking his own, circulated on Reddit, then picked up by a number of media outlets.
In the video, Pogo, or Nick, explains the origin of his then-channel name Fagatron.
Basically, it was inspired by his thorough dislike for the gays.
Now, Pogo's got a sense of humour drier than a nun's nasty.
He's about as deadpan as they come.
Speaking of hair, I was trying to make myself look bald earlier.
There, I've sort of got it.
I've sorta got it.
There.
Okay.
So now, imagine that I don't have my hands in this shot.
Imagine that you paint my hands out.
That's what I would kind of look like if I was your brainer or Patrick Stewart.
So there you go.
This is from a video where he does a live remix from one of his tracks, Snow White.
You notice the intense look of concentration on his face?
That's some solid fucking mixing right there.
So this cheeky clip gets removed from its context so it looks as malicious as possible.
Reported on by the LGBT media and ultimately picked up by mainstream media outlets all within the first few days of June, which happens to be Pride Month.
Nick, who is himself bisexual, released a statement to media outlets who sought more information.
The statement was received by Nine News in Perth the full day before Nine News released their own article, which in part reads, Nick, also known as DJ Pogo, broadcast his hatred of the gay community to more than 700,000 subscribers.
Two lies in as many lines.
Fuck, these guys were keen.
But in Western Australia, a legal loophole means the 29-year-old is unlikely to face criminal charges.
Seriously, you think that's a loophole?
The fact that you can't get criminally prosecuted for telling a fucking joke is an issue?
That's so fucking stupid.
The YouTube star still hasn't removed the video.
The video was hosted on a channel he didn't control, and Pogo never released it to the public anyway.
It was just some crass shitposting he did with mates.
It's hard to believe that a national news organisation could have gotten this much wrong, especially when they had the facts laid out in front of them directly from the source.
Anyway, then there was Roseanne Barr's edgy joke.
So apparently this got her show cancelled.
Just an insult.
She wasn't fired for insulting Valerie Charrett.
She was fired for saying racist things about black people.
Oh, hi, Gunk.
What racist things about black people?
So let me explain it to you.
You want to explain it to me?
Let me explain it to you.
Okay.
Attacking a group of people for being in that group is racist or bigoted and is deeply hurtful.
Okay, well we're attacking an individual, not a group.
And we're attacking them because they look like that chick monkey out of Planet of the Apes, not because they belong to a group.
And not that we're attacking her, we're talking about Roseanne's tweet for Christ's sake.
I just think it's much more likely she said to herself, gee whiz, doesn't that particular woman look like the monkey chick from Planet of the Apes?
And not, I wonder what's the best word for keeping black people down.
You attack certain groups of people and that has consequences.
Consequences!
Consequences!
Will never be the same!
And that's why it matters!
You lying, butch, you pricks!
Punk band No Effects lost a beer sponsor and pissed a lot of people off last weekend after they started joking about country music fans getting shot while they were on stage playing a show in Vegas.
The band actually issued a formal apology a couple of days ago.
I didn't think I'd ever see No Effects issue an apology.
This is a band that once released an album called Fuck the Kids.
Last week Tommy Robinson was arrested while live streaming outside Leeds Crown Court.
I've caused a breach of peace.
I'm here to arrest this.
The content of what you're the content of what I'm streaming.
I'm being arrested for breach of the peace.
I'm being arrested for breach of the peace.
You've all watched this.
You've all watched this.
Can you get me a slit?
Can you get me a slissor?
Can you get a slissard?
Do you understand what I'm just saying?
Can you explain it again?
What does that mean?
What does that mean?
Tommy Robinson was arrested for suspected breach of the peace last week for live streaming out the front of Leeds Crown Court while an ongoing trial was in progress.
He later admitted to committing contempt of court by publishing information that could prejudice an ongoing trial.
Unfortunately, he was already on a suspended sentence for an earlier contempt of court charge.
All of this landed Tommy a 13-month prison sentence.
Since that day, a free Tommy Robinson petition hosted on change.org has amassed almost 600,000 signatures and thousands have attended rallies to free Tommy Robinson right across the world.
The other day I came across this Facebook blog post as I frantically searched for a tissue or a sock or really anything with a sponge-like texture capable of soaking up semen.
It's demeaning and devastating when someone's intimate images are shared without their permission and we want to do everything we can to help victims of this abuse.
We're now partnering with safety organisations on a way for people to securely submit photos they fear will be shared without their consent so we can block them from being uploaded to Facebook, Instagram and Messenger.
This pilot program starting in Australia, Canada, the UK and US expands on existing tools for people to report this content to us if it's already been shared.
My team and I have travelled to nine countries across four continents listening to stories about the abuse and cruelty that women face online.
From Kenya to Sweden, women shared their painful eye-opening experiences about having their most intimate moments shared without their permission.
From anxiety and depression to the loss of a personal relationship or a job, this violation of privacy can be devastating and while these images also referred to as revenge porn or non-consensual pornography harm people of all genders, ages and sexual orientations, women are nearly twice as likely as men to be targeted.
People who worry that someone might want to harm them by sharing an intimate image can proactively upload it so we can block anyone else from sharing it on Facebook, Instagram or Messenger.
Anyone who fears an intimate image of them may be public can contact one of our partners to submit a form.
After submitting the form, the victim receives an email containing a secure one-time upload link.
The victim can use the link to upload images they fear will be shared.
One of a handful of specially trained members from our community operations safety team will review the report and create a unique fingerprint or hash that allows us to identify future uploads of the image without keeping copies of them on our servers.
Once we create these hashes, we notify the victim via email and delete the images from our servers no later than seven days.
stand thanks on the internet guys and send us your nudes all of them i'll blur it out
No, you're not recording it.
Don't you think I'm there if you have to turn it off around having to call security and have them remove you from the store?
Someone called somebody.
You guys see this shit, don't ever go into the motherfuckin' Victoria Seekers, son.
It ain't fuckin' up, boy.
I shit you not, ayy.
But ayy, God bless em' all.
Swaggoin' like you did, you gotta holla back.
Ain't anyone touchin' me, they gettin' smacked.
That's all I'm going to tell you right now.
Nah, one finger on me, boy.
Hey, I don't give a shit.
I'll call whoever.
But let me tell you, they ain't calling nobody on me.
So I'm not feeling nobody, so don't touch me.
And if he does, then we'll see what happens.
But I'm going to tell you that right now.
I know what I'm doing.
I'll blur everybody out in this bitch.
So I know what I'm doing.
I've been doing this shit.
Don't ever come up to me telling me shit.
And I'm going to tell you that right now.
As soon as I'm out the mall, you ain't touching me.
That's all I'm going to say right now.
So if you follow me, that's on you.
So that's all I'm talking about, boy.
Don't ever do that shit again.
Serena Williams' ranking falls to number 453 in the world after she has a baby.
Smacking of sexism.
Of course it has to be sexism, doesn't it?
We didn't choose to have vaginas and therefore the ability to give birth.
So naturally there should be exceptions made.
Anything contrary to this will be deemed sexist by nature.
Serena Williams, the 23 Grand Slam champion and possibly the greatest athlete of all time, was ranked number one in the world before she left her job to give birth and nurture her daughter, Alexis Olympia, as well as recover from pulmonary embolism.
Williams, who was away from tennis for 14 months, currently has a world ranking of number 453, mostly because of what many are calling a sexist call by the French Open and Women's Tennis Association.
No, you shouldn't be able to hold your number one ranking for that time period.
14 months is a huge amount of time in professional tennis.
Rankings change, players face injuries while others make comebacks.
What you're essentially saying is that because women are the ones who give birth, they deserve for the whole professional tennis circuit to put rankings and other players' hard work and accomplishments on hold for one player's life choices.
Maybe it doesn't seem very fair to some, but life in particular competition doesn't stand still for anyone.
Imagine watching the 400 meters and Usain Bolt clearly in the lead stops mid-race to take a breath and scratch his itchy ball sack.
Do you think the other athletes are going to stop and wait for him so that he can catch up and retain his lead just because he's number one?
In a professional setting, you earn your place from the hard work you put in.
And in the competitive nature of sports, no one's going to wait while you stop to take a breath and scratch your nuts or vagina flaps.
They're going to try and knock you off the podium.
A petition entitled Serena Williams is Being Punished for Having a Baby is now making the rounds.
Reading in part, the French Open organizers should recognize this absurdity in their system and make policies to accommodate their players and their life choices.
It's not a punishment, it's just the name of the game.
If you're not competing for a long period of time, then those who are will rise in ranking as you fall.
Tough, gigantic titties.
But for some, this can only be described as a classic example of sexism within the world of tennis, and even what some may say, a sign of racism and a lack of inclusiveness.
According to Diversity Inc., 21 of 22 people at the WTA are white, including seven male board members and CEO Steve Simon.
So we can conclude that the reason you're not number one in tennis anymore for taking 14 months off to have a baby clearly comes down to a white male CEO, six other white men, and 14 white bitches with a nasty case of internalized misogyny.
You privileged assholes.
I'm still getting followed.
Look at him.
He's still following me.
I didn't do shit.
Hi, what's going on?
What happened?
Time to leave.
Asking you to leave now.
You and your friends.
Otherwise, you will be around.
Alright, so for my own safety, I'm gonna get everyone over here.
This security guy, this security girl, and him.
They're all kicking me out from the Westfield Mall.
She's clapping.
I don't know why she's clapping.
But uh, so technically, I'm getting kicked out, but I'm blurring everyone out, right?
So, uh, I don't know why I'm getting kicked out.
I don't, I'm not sure.
I just try to purchase something, right?
So, uh, yeah, I don't know what's going on, guys, but this is what happens when you just want to vlog up, you know what I mean?
So, it's all good.
It's all good.
They're gonna escort me about three of them.
They should damn near need ten of them because uh, it's times two out here.
Not professional, they're taking it emotional.
They're fragile, that's life.
So, uh, it's all good, guys.
Let's get this shit going.
Hey, whatever.
I try to buy me some swag.
I can't get it.
I don't know.
Shout out to whatever.
So, if we're catching on property again, recording like this, we are going to eject you from the mall.
More than likely, ban you at that time.
Time shit.
Times two.
Times two, ladies and gentlemen.
Say whatever you want.
Times two, homeboy.
Yee ding.
Find your way to your car.
You guys have a great day.
Bless her, you know.
Like and subscribe.
Give me a comment.
Hey, we'll see you guys in a little bit.
One morning last week, I woke up to find my YouTube channel had been terminated.
Just deleted.
Gone.
I wasn't even given a reason or anything.
He dogpiles women and people of color off the internet.
Oh, great.
Fisty Splinters is here.
Everyone, this is Fisty Fisty, everyone.
You're just such an asshole.
So anyway, I noticed in my email inbox that my channel had been given one community guideline strike just before it was taken down.
Now the same day, Tim Paul, the journalist, also got a community guideline strike.
He constantly subjects me to file sexual abuse.
What?
You wish, Fisty.
Oh, you know you do, Patrick.
Vile sexist abuse.
Oh, it's vile sexist abuse now, Fisty.
What the fuck is that?
Just stop with the sexist remarks, you male pig.
Yeah, so anyway, my channel was terminated, and I'd been given no explanation as to why, which makes the appeal process pretty fucking difficult.
I don't know why my channel was suspended.
Can I pretty please have it back?
Patrick, you're obviously guilty.
Why else would you hide for four entire days and nights?
I was at my house during that time.
I'm usually at my house.
Fisty, do you mean why wasn't I uploading videos to my channel like I usually am?
Because you know you can't do that when you're fucking terminated, don't you?
I honestly do not understand how that cheap subordinate girl even puts up with you.
Okay, let's bring this arc home because I do have a point to make here.
I eventually got my channel restored about a week after it was taken down.
Trusted Flagger gets all the credit for that.
He made it happen and I'm really grateful for his efforts.
It was confirmed by YouTube that my channel was terminated because I promoted CBD oil, which is why I was kind of lost for words this week when I found out YouTube themselves appear to be promoting the exact same product through their official AdSense platform.
Do as we say, not as we do.
But also, we might not necessarily say what we want you to do, but if you're not doing what we want you to do, then I'm sorry, Sport, but we just don't have room on YouTube for bad actors like you.
And that's the other thing, Patrick.
How come every time I'm on social media talking to Carl, you show up with another picture of a new spit roasting grill?
Do you think I'm stupid, Patrick?
I know exactly what you're doing.
You've joined an affiliate marketing program to sell spit roasting grills.
I don't need any more than three spit roasting girls, Patrick.
Nobody does.
Thanks heaps to Sugar Tits and to Babbling Brooke for playing Fisty Splinters.
How can you naturally be this uptight?
Like, should I stick something up my ass?
I don't need any more than three Spit Roasting Girls, Patrick.
Nobody does.
And of course, thanks to Sargon for having me on as guest host.
I hope you still got a fucking channel tomorrow, man.
Cheers.
The bear took off somewhere in this area here.
He's somewhere out in these woods.
They were looking for this bear.
Interesting note.
They were looking on their phone, looking up information about the bear, and poof, there he won.
Like, oh my God, there it is.
It's just something that you're looking at it on the phone, and then all of a sudden you're seeing it in real life.
It was kind of neat.
Yes.
Walk.
What's your life?
Not scary at all.
Pretty neat.
Thank you, Michael, on the bear hunt.
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