IT IS TRUE WOMEN R EVIL

From http://www.magazinetimepass.com/oddities/most-bizarre-experiments-of-all-time

19] Shock the Puppy

When Stanley Milgram published the results of his obedience experiment in 1963, it sent shockwaves through the scientific community. Other researchers found it hard to believe that people could be so easily manipulated, and they searched for any mistakes Milgram might have made. Charles Sheridan and Richard King theorized that perhaps Milgram’s subjects had merely played along with the experiment because they realized the victim was faking his cries of pain. To test this possibility, Sheridan and King decided to repeat Milgram’s experiment, introducing one significant difference. Instead of using an actor, they would use an actual victim who would really get shocked. Obviously they couldn’t use a human for this purpose, so they used the next best thing — a cute, fluffy puppy.

Sheridan and King told their subjects — volunteers from an undergraduate psychology course — that the puppy was being trained to distinguish between a flickering and a steady light. It had to stand either to the right or the left depending on the cue from the light. If the animal failed to stand in the correct place, the subjects had to press a switch to shock it. As in the Milgram experiment, the shock level increased 15 volts for every wrong answer. But unlike the Milgram experiment, the puppy really was getting zapped.

As the voltage increased, the puppy first barked, then jumped up and down, and finally started howling with pain. The volunteers were horrified. They paced back and forth, hyperventilated, and gestured with their hands to show the puppy where to stand. Many openly wept. Yet the majority of them, twenty out of twenty-six, kept pushing the shock button right up to the maximum voltage.

Intriguingly, the six students who refused to go on were all men. All thirteen women who participated in the experiment obeyed right up until the end.

THEY WILL KILL US ALL AOWO OW OW OW LETG BVO GOGOGOG HELPPP

Why did the chicken cross the road?

Plato:                For the greater good.
Karl Marx:            It was a historical inevitability.
Carl Jung:            The confluence of events in the cultural gestalt
                    necessitated that individual chickens cross roads at
                    this historical juncture, and therefore
                    synchronicitously brought such occurrences into being.
Ludwig Wittgenstein:  The possibility of "crossing" was encoded into the
                    objects "chicken" and "road", and circumstances came
                    into being which caused the actualization of this
                    potential occurrence.
Albert Einstein:      Whether the chicken crossed the road or the road crossed
                    the chicken depends upon your frame of reference.
Salvador Dali:        The Fish.
Darwin:               It was the logical next step after coming down from
                    the trees.
Epicurus:             For fun.
Ernest Hemingway:     To die. In the rain.
Werner Heisenberg:    We are not sure which side of the road the chicken
                    was on, but it was moving very fast.
Ronald Reagan:        I forget.
Kafka:                Hardly the most urgent enquiry to make of a low-grade
                    insurance clerk who woke up that morning as a hen.
Hamlet:               That is not the question.

You swore to listen.

Love isn’t an act, it’s a whole life. It’s staying with her now because she needs you; it’s knowing you and she will still care about each other when sex and daydreams, fights and futures—when all that’s on the shelf and done with. Love—why, I’ll tell you what love is: it’s you at seventy-five and her at seventy-one, each of you listening for the other’s step in the next room, each afraid that a sudden silence, a sudden cry, could mean a lifetime’s talk is over.


Taken from Brian Moore's The Luck of Ginger Coffey

Feeling Kind of Serious, He Looked Down And Made Men of Mud.

It all, it all works out in the end.

In spirals of words that mean nothing at all
In our eternal quest for a Purpose
In the heart of a bitter cynic
Who keeps worlds trapped in his jar
Who challenges them to beg for God
In a Purposeless world
It all works out
In the bitter end.