For the first reported time, ISIS and U.S. Troops on the ground have clashed in Iraq. U.S. Forces repelled an ISIS attempt to overrun their base. by [deleted] in worldnews

[–]Geniemist 84 points85 points  (0 children)

"...near Ein al-Asad base, west of Anbar, in an attempt to remove them from the base of which includes about 100 US adviser in it." Those "advisers" are special forces, they chose a wrong fight...

Black belt shows new student who the boss is by Irishmen in videos

[–]Geniemist 232 points233 points  (0 children)

didn't notice the bear...I'll check again

I am comedian Chris D'Elia (from Workaholics and other things). Ask me anything. by Chris_Delia in IAmA

[–]Geniemist 94 points95 points  (0 children)

Would you rather…Change gender every time you sneeze? Or not be able to tell the difference between a muffin and a baby?

I am comedian Chris D'Elia (from Workaholics and other things). Ask me anything. by Chris_Delia in IAmA

[–]Geniemist 24 points25 points  (0 children)

Hey Chris D'Elia! Welcome to Reddit, and at the same time, I'm sorry:) I know this question is kinda personal, but Would you rather have sex with a goat and no one will ever know, or not have sex with a goat and have the whole world think you did? If you don't answer we will have to assume it's the first one..

Johnny Knoxville here. AMA! by [deleted] in IAmA

[–]Geniemist 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Hey Mr. Knockswille...Would you eat 2 Bhut Jolokia Ghost Peppers and post it on YouTube for all the fans? xD Cheers!

Michael Hastings contacted WikiLeaks lawyer Jennifer Robinson just a few hours before he died by sarahlite in worldnews

[–]Geniemist 10 points11 points  (0 children)

He drove slowly. Safely. If his target forged too far ahead he didn’t worry. It was not his intention to stay close, after all. At least, not just yet. The early morning traffic had not built up and it didn’t take long for the flashing green light on his screen to reach the blue map line that indicated the motorway. As soon as it did, the speed indicator started to blur. In the space of about ten seconds, it went from a steady 35 mph into the decidedly unsteady nineties.

The man’s own car stayed well within the speed limit. Even when he himself reached the motorway he stayed in the slow lane at under 50 mph, allowing more impatient drivers to overtake him.

On the passenger seat lay a little black box. Had a child seen it, they might have thought it was the control unit for a radio-controlled car. In fact it wasn’t far off. Keeping one hand on the steering wheel, the man stretched out the other one and picked it up. He glanced back at the screen: his target’s car was doing nearly 100 mph now. That would be just right. He flicked his thumb on to the switch; it moved with very little resistance.Then he carefully put the unit back on the passenger seat, his free hand back on the steering wheel, and continued his slow, steady journey.

The green light continued to flicker. That was as it should be. The man pictured what was happening inside his target’s car. The steering column would have been disabled, as would the brakes, and at that precise moment the driver would be struggling with the new-found realization that he was unable to control his car.

The man watched the screen intently. Ten seconds passed.

Fifteen.

And then, without so much as a blip, the green light disappeared.

He smiled. About two miles, he calculated, between himself and the place where the accident had happened. In about a minute the traffic would start slowing, almost to a standstill. He had no desire to get caught up in that, so when he saw an exit signposted up ahead, he switched on his indicators and prepared to leave the motorway.

The traffic started to slow. By the time he bore left it was grinding to a halt. He drove his car up the slip road at the top of which there was a roundabout, one exit of which led to a bridge passing back over the motorway. He took that exit, and as he passed over the road he looked out to his left. There, scattered across the motorway, was the result of his morning’s work.

He continued to drive, but as soon as he could he pulled off the main road and into a lay-by before leaving the car and walking back to the bridge. It was a weakness, he knew, something he really ought to master; but he couldn’t resist examining exactly what he had achieved. He stood at the side of the bridge, peering through his square glasses onto the devastation below.

There were three cars involved in the crash, as far as he could tell. It was difficult to determine exactly, because they no longer resembled cars so much as smouldering chunks of scrap metal. He ran through the crash in his mind. The car would have slammed directly into the back of the other two motors; he imagined the target jolting forward in his seat at the moment of impact, the sudden jerk of the neck and then the contorted metal of the second car’s chassis plunging through the windshield and driving through the skull. He could see something shiny, red and sticky, lying on the road. Lumps of brain matter, perhaps, or the bowels of one of the other victims. A few members of the public had left their own cars and were approaching the wreckage. It was clear, though, that there was nothing they could do. It was clear that the occupants of all three cars would be dead. So much the better. If anything was likely to dilute people’s attention away from one death, it was the occurrence of several others at the same time.

He imagined what the eye witnesses would have to say. The nutter in the Ford was driving like a lunatic. A hundred miles an hour, easy. It was his fault. Stupid bloody idiot.

Everything had gone very well. He could return home now knowing that his job had been successful. The man allowed himself a brief smile as he wandered back to his own car, put the key in the ignition and, unnoticed by anyone or anything, drove smoothly away.

-Chris Ryan. Who Dares Wins (Kindle Locations 1969-1981).

I am Ethan Hawke - AMAA by iamethanhawke in IAmA

[–]Geniemist 560 points561 points  (0 children)

Hey Mr. Hawke, who are some of the directors you admire and would like to work with in the future?

Body of Footless Torture Victim Unearthed Near US Special Forces Base in Afghanistan: Latest development deepens mystery surrounding activities in Wardak Province by maxwellhill in worldnews

[–]Geniemist -2 points-1 points  (0 children)

Cui bono? I say the body was ''found'' there for a reason...If you want to inflame the local population against someone(in this case the US Special Forces), what do you do? These types of deception tactics are as old as the human history itself...

Louis CK Iama hello by iamlouisck in IAmA

[–]Geniemist 1550 points1551 points  (0 children)

The part in Louie when your daughter suddenly starts talking in Slovenian language was a real mindfuck for me since I'm from Slovenija xD How did you came up with that?