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Interplanetary Revolution

Welcome to Today’s FYB Post featuring INTERPLANETARY REVOLUTION Posted by Content Creator known as Toadsmiles. Toadsmiles YouTube Channel is SO Obscure (Only 4 Videos Posted Over 15 Years and a Total of a Mere 146 Subscribers) that if it was Any More Obscure it simply wouldn’t fucking Exist. Now this Video is Exceptionally fucking Weird because it’s an “Art Imitates Life and Life Imitates Art” Scenario. What We mean by that is INTERPLANETARY REVOLUTION is an Actual Russian Anti-Capitalist Propaganda Cartoon Fantasy Short Released August 18, 1924 . The Cartoon Short was Created (and Co Directed) by Nikolai Petrovich Khodataev and the Experimental Studio State Tech Kino. Khodataev was a Russian and Soviet Artist, Sculptor, and Animator who was a one of the Founders of the Soviet Animation Industry.

When it comes to Watching INTERPLANETARY REVOLUTION Luckily there is No Dialogue so No Annoying Subtitles to be Concerned with, and All Russian Text is Translated Directly on the Screen as Opposed to Closed Caption. Whats interesting is there are Several Different Types of Animation from Traditional Cartoon to Monty Python like Animation, to some Strange shit You’d See on Adult Swim at 2 in the fucking Morning. Now this Cartoon is pretty fucking Far Out in the Deepest Depths of Left fucking Field that’s for sure. It can get Chaotic and Confusing so We have Key Point Pertaining to INTERPLANETARY REVOLUTION Below.

INTERPLANETARY REVOLUTION BREAK DOWN:

The Alien Monarch of Mars Never Invented Democracy.
The Closing Sequence Features a Portrait of Vladimir Lenin.
The Animation is Best Described as “Deranged”.
The Imperial Stormtrooper Marksmanship Academy – The Alien Emperor’s 4 Guards Defend Him Triumphantly, Slaughtering Rebels in DOZENS of Shots. In the Later Shots the Guards seem to be Poorly Armed and Won by Sheer Numbers Alone.
The Leader – The Commissar (An Official of the Communist Party, Especially in the Former Soviet Union Responsible for Political Education/Organization) brings Revolution to the Planet Mars just by Speaking to a Local Proletariat ( A Proletariat is a Working Class of People, Regarded Collectively and Often Used with Reference to Marxism).
The Planet Mercury is Featured by a Man Resembling a Pre-Revolutionary Russian Shopkeeper. The Many Armed and Unfriendly Fellow isn’t Identified but is Believed to Most likely be the Planet Jupiter.
We See a the Eyes of the Moon turning into a Man and Woman who start Hugging and Kissing. The Commissar finds this to be Wildly Amusing BUT it has NO Relation to the Plot of INTERPLANETARY REVOLUTION.
Those Fucking Nazis: The Time being 1924, INTERPLANETARY REVOLUTION Features a Rather Wacky Italian Faschist (Who at that time were Best Known for Fighting Communism).
The Cartoon States (INTERPLANETARY REVOLUTION) is “A Fully Probable Event in/of 1929” just a mere 5 Years after INTERPLANETARY REVOLUTION came out and was Said in All Seriousness.

AND WITHOUT FURTHER ADU HERE IS INTERPLANETARY REVOLUTION. Enjoy.

It is What it Is,

Presented By Les Sober

The Horror Story That Was Unit 731

Virtually Everyone knows or is Familiar with the Nazis Preforming Unthinkable Human Experiments on Prisoners of War (POW) under the Authority of Doctor and SS Officer Joseph Mengele (Know as the Angel of Death). What most People are Unaware of was the Japanese Army’s Infamous Unit 731 that made the Nazi Death Camps look like fucking DisneyWorld.

Unit 731 was a Covert Biological and Chemical Warfare Research and Development unit of the Imperial Japanese Army that Undertook LETHAL HUMAN EXPERIMENTATION during the Second Sino-Japanese War (1937-1945) of World War II. Unit 731 is Responsible for some of the most Notorious WAR CRIMES carried out by Imperial Japan. Unit 731 was based at the Pingfang District of Harbin, the Largest Gas Chamber in the Japanese puppet state of Manchukuo (Now Northeast China), and had Active Branch Offices throughout China and Southeast Asia.

Unit 731 consisted of the Following Divisions:

Division 1: Research on BubonicPlague, Cholera, Anthrax, Typhoid, and Tuberculosis using LIVING HUMAN SUBJECTS. For this Purpose, a Prison was Constructed to Contain around 300 to 400 Prisoners.
Division 2: Research for Biological Weapons Used in the Field, in Particular the Production of Devices to Spread Germs and Parasites.
Division 3: Production of Shells containing Biological Agents (Stationed in Harbin)
Division 4: Bacteria Mass Production and Storage.
Division 5: Training of Personnel.
Division 6: Equipment, Medical and Administrative Units.

Just Some of the Horrific Human Experiments Unit 731 are as Follows:

Prisoners were Deprived of Food and Water to Determine the Length of time it would take for a Person to Stave to Death.
Some Prisoners were placed in High-Pressure Chambers unit Their Eyes Popped Out from Their Sockets.
Prisoners were also Experimented upon to Determine the Relationship between Temperature, Burns, and Human Survival.
Other Prisoners were Electrocuted.
Some Prisoners were placed in a Centrifuge and Spun until Death.
Prisoners were also Injected with Animal Blood.
Prisoners were Exposed to Lethal Doses of X-Rays.
Prisoners might also be subjected to Various Chemical Weapons inside a Gas Chamber.
Some Prisoners were Burned Alive.
Other Prisoners were Buried Alive.
Some Prisoners had Horse Urine Injected into Their Kidneys.
Prisoners had Their Limbs Amputated and Resewing them to Other Stumps on the Body.
Prisoners were Injected with Syphilis or Forced to have Sex with an Infected Prisoner.
Prisoners Subjected to Vivisection without Anesthesia.
Prisoners were subjected to Frostbite Testing.
Prisoners were Injected with Gonorrhoea.

Here are just Few Unit 731 Tests in Greater Detail:

Frostbite Testing: Army Engineer Hisato Yoshimura conducted Experiments by taking Prisoners Outside, Dipping various Appendages into Water, and Allowing the Limb to Freeze. Once Frozen the Ice was Chipped away and the Area Doused with Water, Limbs brought close to the Fire and Other “Methods” used to Determine the Effect it had on Frostbite. The Effects of Different Water Temperatures were Tested by Bludgeoning the Victim to Determine if any Areas were still Frozen.
Weapon Testing: Human Targets were Used to Test Grenades positioned at Various Distances and In Various Positions. Flamethrowers were Tested on the Human Prisoners as well as Bayonets and Various Knives. Prisoners were also tied to Stakes and used as Targets to Test Pathogen-Releasing Bombs, Chemical Weapons, and Explosive Bombs.
Vivisection: Vivisections were Preformed on Prisoners (without Anesthesia and often Resulting in Death) after Infecting them with Various Diseases such a Syphilis for example. The Researchers Preformed Invasive Surgery on Prisoners, removing Organs to Study the Effects of Disease on the Human Body. These Surgeries were Conducted while the Patients were still Alive since it was thought that the Death of the Subject would affect the Results. Prisoners had Limbs Amputated in Order to Study Blood Loss. The Amputated Limbs were sometimes Re-Attached to the Oppisite Side of the Body. Some Prisoners had Their Stomaches Surgically Removed and the Esophagus reattached to the Intestines. Parts of Organs, such as the Brain, Lungs, and Liver were Removed from Some Prisoners.

In The End: 75 Years Later, the Japanese Government continues to Deny or Minimize this Part of Their Wartime Record, and Refused Demands for a Clear Admission of Guilt with a Clear Apology. The Cover-Up was assisted by the United States i the Post War Years. Rather than allow Unit 731 Research on Chemical and Biological Weapons to fall into Soviet Hands, America shielded some of the War’s Worst War Criminals in Exchange for Their Knowledge/Research/Findings. America made Similar Deals with Top Ranking Nazi Scientists at the End of World War II, and again it was to Keep the Information out of the Hands of the Soviet Union.

Thanks for Watching,

Presented By Les Sober

Telemarketer Berserker

During My long and illustrious job history I have worked as a dreaded Telemarketer 3 times. My first Telemarketing job we didn’t do sales (thank fucking God thats the fucking worst by far) we did surveys for different companies that contracted us to do market research essentially. It was the same with the second time I was a Telemarketer so again not so bad. The last time I was a Telemarked though it was a bizarrely surreal experience. It was so absurd I decided I had to write about it, and this was MANY, MANY Years down the line.

This story is so utterly strange in nature I’m not sure where to start exactly. I suppose I’ll start with the simplest thing first, and that would be the actual office building that housed a so called Call Center. The office was located out in some remote part of the sticks (most likely because land is cheaper out in the middle of no fucking where USA) so it was a long and tedious drive just to get there. The building itself was bleak and depressing looking like something out of 1950’s Russia (Russia has had several name changes so in the 50’s Russia may very well been called The Soviet Union or The USSR). It was a single level office building whose walls were a Prison Gray with a stark pitch black roof. the inside was not much better I assure you. The Inside was the seriously most generic, soul sucking, bland, mundane, and lifeless. Of course there was the mandatory Florescent Lights we all know and love. The Lights that seem to have an odd murky white (with a blue tinge) the kind of Lights that make your fucking eyes roll back in your head, they melt your will and break your spirit. Buildings with Florescent Lights always remind me of living in Maine. Maine is one of those states (next to no sun all year, and the sky is always a over cast.)

Once I entered the building (that looked like a through back Mental Hospital ) I’d walk down a long hallway with White Sterile Walls, with the ever present Florescent lights buzzing and humming away. I walked all the way down the hallway to the very fucking end and there on my right was a plain white door that lead into the again so called “Call Center” which was like nothing I had ever seen in my past Telemarking jobs, it was for one insanely quite. As we all know when Telemarketers call you there basically sitting in one large room surrounded by fellow Telemarketers who are all fielding phone calls. This creates a good bit of background noise that is identifiable to most people. This place was a quite as a fucking Tomb I kid you not.

Once through the door I found myself in a very small room (about the size of an average bedroom) where Telemarketers lined the perimeter of the walls instead of straight lines in cubicles as is the common practice. There were only a handful of employees most looked like fucking teenagers. I would walk across the room to a open doorway into a minuscule hallway about 3-4 feet long max. At the end of that mice hallway was the Supervisor’s Office.

The Supervisor was a fat, cranky, middle aged woman (50-55 years old approximately. She had a shitty attitude to boot. She was one of those type of people that act like they hate their job and their lives resenting both in the end. She reminded me more of a fucking Taxi Dispatcher than a Supervisor of any-fuckig-thing at all. Her fashion sense was non existent as she wore these hideous sudo Tommy Bahama shirts, the ones made from the cheapest of fabrics in a Sweat Shop by Children. Not only was the fabric of the lowest grade they had equally hideous patterns on them such as Tropical Themes, Loud obnoxious colors, and ridiculous abstract patterns that made you go “God thats fucking horrible, who the hell would wear that shit???” Anyway point is she was a badly dressed Asshole.

Across the tiny hallway there was another even smaller room that resembled a large bathroom (say in a Master Suit or Penthouse) and it too had Sterile Sanitarium White, there was absolutely nothing on the walls. There were no tacky motivational posters or crappy “Waiting Room” paintings. This was made more depressing by the fact there wasn’t a single fucking window so you felt sort of trapped like you were stuck in a Military Bunker not a Office. This almost claustrophobic room was where I was stationed so I didn’t have any real contact with my fellow Telemarketers it felt like being in fucking solitary confinement. My “desk” was just one of those run of the mill tables you see all the fucking time at large functions, Church events, School Fairs, Town Hall Meetings, for catering events etc. It was the mass produced piece of general use particle board with a fake wood top kind of like the Old School Station Wagons that had the bullshit wood side paneling. On my desk was only one thing a phone nothing else what so ever. It was like down at the Prison where they have the special phone for executions that is a direct line to the Governor.

Now this Telemarketing Firm didn’t do sales nor did it do surveys. I’m not honestly sure what the fuck they do as I wasn’t employed there long. While I was there though we were cold calling High Schools across the entire Nation. Why you may ask and with good reason. We were calling High Schools to Talk to a Gym Teacher because they teach Sex Ed/Health Class, and we were offering LARGE AMOUNTS of FREE SAMPLES. Now I know your interested because why would Telemarketers call High Schools to contact Gym Teachers due to the fact they teach Sex Ed/Health Classes. We were calling to offer these High Schools loads of Free MAXI PADS. Yes Maxi Pads, motherfucking Maxi Pads.

Every Gym Teacher I contacted told me ABSOLUTELY NO THANK YOU, and they all has the same reason too. The reason was simple logic see what do you think a High School worth of Students are going to do with Free Maxi Pads? They’re going to use them. Use them to Vandalize the Holy Hell out of the School I’m talking Floor to Ceiling, Wall to Wall, and End to End. This made perfect sense of course because if I was one of those High School students thats exactly what my Friends and I would do.

As you might imagine sitting in this half assed excuse for a office for 8 fucking hours a day 5 days a week hearing No after NO (even if there is a damn good reason to say NO) gets fucking depressing. Now this is what happened that led to my Firing. We had contact sheets and on the top was the Company offering Free Samples and what the promotion was all about. The lower half of the contact paper had a space for the High School and the Gym Teachers name that we spoke with. Lastly there was a final blank space for the total number of Boxes of the Free Samples to be shipped to said Schools.

After a while I decided if I got a Gym Teacher’s answering machine I’d write their name down and make up a number of orders. This went on for quite awhile. Then one day I got in and managed to find out (no thanks to my anti social introverted fellow employees) that the new girl was hired as a Fact Checker. Her one and only task was to double check our orders to make sure they were legitimate. Obviously my bullshit was catching up with me. I could have just quit the job (as most people would have at this point) cut and run before the shit hit the fucking fan, but I didn’t. I’m not sure why I remained there knowing the noose was tightening so to speak.

What I assume with great confidence (its the only logical reason for the Fact Checker Chick) that my bullshit orders were being shipped out to Schools who had not fucking clue, and the Gym Teach’s names were on the shipping label. Now either they were personally annoyed by this stunt or they were anxious because the Principle was pissed, and the Teacher wanted to avoid being fired. For whatever reason the Teachers were calling my Employer and demanding to know what the hell was going on. Then of course my befuddled Boss would have to apologize her ass off while simultaneously kissing the angry Gym Teachers ass as well. Needless to say my shenanigans were now pissing everyone from the Teachers to my Boss to Her Boss and above. Thats why my Boss and other Middle Management Morons had a brain storming session to find out how they could resolve the issue at had. Inevitably they came to the solution of hiring a Fact Checker to hunt down the guilty party at which point my Boss would take the hell over, and that employee would terminated immediately.

Finally my day of reckoning arrived rather swiftly I must say. The Fact Checker Chick had at last found the answer to the “Who is fucking around and causing Management a huge pain in the ass, and that guilty person was me. I got called into my bosses office and as I walked there I felt like I was the one in High School getting called into the Principal’s office. As I walked past my fellow feeble minded employees I made sure to let them know that I knew they knew and didn’t give a flying fuck. I did this by walking with a smugly sarcastic grin and if we made eye contact I stared them down like a dog with a “I’ll fuck you up, fuck anything or everything up and I SIMPLY DON’T CARE NOT IN THE LEAST.” glare because truth be told I didn’t. I fucking hated the job, the oppressing office, the bunch of brain dead dips hits I worked with, the Idiotically inconvenient commute, the miserable Management, and my Bastard Son of a Bitch Boss Lady. I didn’t care about being fired I’ve been fired almost as much as I have quit jobs on the spot so I relished the whole overly dramatic display of inner office asshole authority.

My Boss walked me into her hoarder looking office and sat down behind her desk. She instructed me to sit and I said no I’ll stand thanks. That didn’t help her growing rage and thats what it was intended to do. She then launches into this tirade about the Company and their policies pertaining to shit like this. I just stood there looking at her with the “I really could care less about whatever it is you babbling about” look painted across my face. My soon to be Ex-Boss then started ranting about her personal views on the subject at hand which I found rather unprofessional. Since I didn’t give a Rat’s ass about what the Company had to say I sure a hell didn’t give a good goddamn. I thought to myself why not take the opportunity and tell this asshole what I thought because I was getting fired anyway so fuck it right?! I interrupted her mid speech and blurted out that as far as I was concerned this place was a fucking two bit, half assed excuse for a Telemarketing firm. Not even close to being done I continued on. Next I told her that she was a total shit and that her pissant Supervisor job at this 3 ring shit show was menial at best, and that she apparently hated her life (and that I couldn’t blame her) and took it out on other people because no one cares about her. Lastly I informed her I had absolutely and utterly NO REMORSE for my actions in fact I found the whole thing funny as fuck even me being fired. After that I just walked out and left fuck her, fuck them, fuck it not like there aren’t other jobs out there so ultimately I didn’t need this one.

Thanks For Reading,

Les Sober