you are, all of you, fagglets

”Before the class begins, you must get on your knees and worship Alp Arslan and accept that he was the greatest commander the world has ever known, even greater than Julius Caesar!”

At this moment, a pious, unrelenting, Greek-speaking Orthodox Christian who understood the necessity of a continued Christian presence in the East and fully supported the icons displayed in the church of Hagia Sophia held up a Labarum.

”What makes a Roman Emperor, Turk?”

The professor smirked quite nomadically and replied “Might makes right, of course.”

”Wrong. A legitimate Roman emperor must be born in the purple and receive the blessing of the one, holy, catholic and apostolic church. If Rome was, as you say, acquired through might then why did Rome continue to exist for another millennium in Constantinople after the Goths sacked it?”

The professor was visibly shaken, and dropped his chalk and copy of the Quran. He stormed out of the room crying those smelly kebab tears. The same tears Turks cry for “Crimean Tatars” (who today live in such luxury that most would rather join Russia) when they desperately try to cling on to their Turanic delusions. There is no doubt that at this point our professor, self-styled Roman Emperor Sultan Mehmed II, wished he had pulled himself up by his bootstraps and become more than an opportunistic indoctrinated rapebaby who would go on to spread unenlightenment across the Balkans for centuries. He wished so much that he could run off to the steppes and hide in a yurt out of embarrassment, but he himself didn't know how to build one!

You are all below me

bow down, my property

Currently drinking a two year old bud light lime that's been in the back of my fridge since junior year of high school because I'm bored and figured it wouldn't be missed. This shit is fucking awful. Worst beer I've ever had.

Howdy fam, it's the day before christmas, and you know what that means

DOORMAS

How are you guys spending your DOORMAS?

https://www.funker530.com/u-s-soldier-verbally-annihilates-dirtbag-iraqi-police/

Enjoy.

THAT CAN ONLY MEAN ONE THING

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I rounded the corner toward the bathroom, having just woken up and wanting to take a shower. The door was slightly ajar, and the light was on. Through the narrow crack, I could see my sister, Shelby, two years older than I, completely nude.

Now, if this had happened at any other time, I would have been polite and left, but I still had my morning wood, and I was horny as hell. Plus, I had always been dying to catch a glimpse of my sister's fat tits, anyway.

I watched as Shelby reached around her head to tie her curly, brown hair into a ponytail. Her tits jiggled madly with her every move. When she had finally restrained her hair, she grabbed a bottle of lotion on the counter. Squeezing a handful onto her palm, she began to rub it into her face, and neck, working her hands down to her chest.

As she slowly worked the lotion into her breasts, I couldn't take it anymore. I backed up a few steps to see if I could hear my parents, and then shoved my hands down my shorts until my eager fingers wrapped around my stiff cock.

I watched hungrily as Shelby continued to feel up her boobs, pinching the nipples and pushing them together. I worked my meat with gusto, closing my eyes every few seconds and moaning just loud enough that she would not hear me.

I had gotten so caught up in my masturbation that I didn't notice that Shelby had wrapped a towel around herself and had opened the door. I opened my eyes to see her glaring at me in disgust.

"Tom! Were you... watching me?"

I didn't say anything, and my hands remained wrapped around my dick, which was shrinking rapidly.

"Answer me, Tom. Did you see me in there?"

Swallowing once, I nodded. She continued to stare angrily.

"Were you jacking off?"

I nodded again, biting my lip, and locking my eyes with hers. She sighed, and held her forehead with her free hand.

"Jesus Christ... that's sick, you know that? I'm your fucking sister, for God's sake."

I remained silent, and she shook her head.

"Well, you might as well finish. You looked pretty close to being done."

She started to walk toward her room, when I stopped her.

"Shelby, wait."

She turned around and brushed the hair out of her face.

"What is it?"

"Do you think you could touch yourself again, until I finished?"

She didn't look as shocked as I had expected her to be. In fact, she looked a bit curious.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, just keep playing with your... um, you know, breasts."

"I wasn't playing with them. I was rubbing lotion on them so the skin would be soft."

I pressed on. Hell, what did I have to lose now?

"Can I feel?"

She stared at me for a second, frowning, but then shrugged.

"Fine, but just for a minute."

I nodded, and watched as she pulled down the towel to her waist, and moved a step closer, offering her chest to me. I didn't hesitate and immediately snatched up her right breast. I squeezed it, and it slid around in my palm. I started to jerk off again, and Shelby looked on with great interest. Gently tweaking her nipple, I massaged my dick and occasionally looked up. Finally, I broke the silence.

"Could you finish me off while I feel both of them?"

She shook her head firmly, and pushed my hand off of her tits.

"That's sick. I'm not touching your cock. You can forget it."

She covered up her chest, and I begged.

"Come on... could you at least suck it a little? I'll finish it off myself."

She rolled her eyes.

"You know this is gross, right? You're my brother."

I looked on sadly.

"...and I was so close to finishing."

She groaned in response.

"Ugh, fine. Give me it."

I smiled, and pulled down my shorts, allowing my glistening and very hard seven-incher to flop out. She bent down, and tossed her hair back again before holding my cock and bringing it to her lips. She brushed the head all over her tongue, tasting it for a little. She seemed to approve, and allowed the first few inches to slide into her mouth. I leaned against the wall, and held her head as she happily slurped my shaft, taking time to lick and kiss my balls when she took a break. I was nearing climax when I started feeding my cock down her throat. I held her head tighter and shoved my dick in and out of her mouth. I closed my eyes, moaning in pleasure, as my hot cum exploded from my dick and she hungrily swallowed every drop.

I released her head, and she lapped up the rest of my seed, licking my wet, sticky cock up and down. I sighed, and brought her up to her feet by her hand. She licked her lips, and ruffled my hair, smiling.

I sighed again, and went into the bathroom to take my shower, watching as she walked off to her room, slapping her ass and giggling.

From /his/

Research from Durham University has determined that a modern day person in England with English ancestry is almost certainly descended from king Edward iii of England, even with using estimates based on figures that would give the smallest chance of being a descendant of Edward, a modern Englishmen still has a 99.997% chance of descending from him.

https://community.dur.ac.uk/a.r.millard/genealogy/EdwardIIIDescent.php

This means that every Englishmen will be descended from all of Edwards ancestors including every post-conquest king except for William ii, Stephen and Richard i.

Through Henry i's mothers line going back to the house of Wessex, this means a modern Englishmen is descended from pre-conquest kings such as Alfred or Athelred.

Through Edwards's mother Isabella this makes the English descended from the house of Capet ruling France, and also of Spanish royalty.

So what I'm saying is if you are English, British or even descended from diaspora from the colonial era...

WE WUZ KINGZ

It hurts

For me it’s Verbatim – intelligent, nihilistic and with a wicked sense of humor.

>>but it was not until 1452 that a German engineer named Urban presented himself before the Sultan and offered to construct for him a cannon that would blast the walls of Babylon itself.1 This was precisely what Mehmet had been waiting for. He gave Urban everything he needed - together with four times his requested salary - and was rewarded only three months later by the fearsome weapon which, installed at Rumeli Hisar, sank Antonio Rizzo's ship. He then demanded another, twice the size of the first. This was completed in January 1453. It is said to have been nearly twenty-seven feet long, with a barrel two and a half feet in diameter at the front end. The bronze was eight inches thick. When it was tested, a ball weighing some 1,340 pounds hurtled through the air for well over a mile before burying itself six feet deep in the ground. Two hundred men were sent out to prepare for the journey to Constantinople of this fearsome machine, smoothing the road and reinforcing the bridges; and at the beginning of March it set off, drawn by thirty pairs of oxen, with another two hundred men to hold it steady.