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Welcome to the World of Real History
You know that historian, David Irving?
He doesn’t exist. Completely made up.
— H Laurie 😀
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Windmasters Hill Scriptorium
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The first riddle I ever heard, one familiar to almost every Jewish child, was propounded to me by my father: “What is it that hangs on the wall, is green, wet — and whistles?” I knit my brow and thought and thought, and in final perplexity gave up. “A herring,” said my father. “A herring,” I echoed. “A herring doesn’t hang on the wall!” “So hang it there.” “But a herring isn’t green!” I protested. “Paint it.” “But a herring isn’t wet.” “If it’s just been painted it’s still wet.” “But –” I sputtered, summoning all my outrage, “– a herring doesn’t whistle!!”
“Right,” smiled my father. “I just put that in to make it hard.”
— Leo Rosten, “The Joys of Yiddish”
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w w w . a n i k j e a n . c o m
« On a eu tôt fait de remarquer sa jolie tronche, ses fringues et ses lignes vachement rock, l’assurance de sa dégaine. »Alain Brunet, La Presse
ANIK JEAN PRÉSENTE JE SUIS PARTIE PREMIER EXTRAIT RADIO
Elle dérange. Elle décoiffe. Elle étonne. Elle a le regard vif. Elle est déterminée et fonceuse. Rien ne l’arrète. Ni même ses directeurs d’école d’autrefois, ni même les douaniers américains qui ne peuvent l’empêcher d’arriver à ses fins.
Même si le Québec a l’impression de découvrir un nouveau visage, Anik Jean rock depuis toujours. Dès son jeune, age, elle s’intéresse au blues et à l’univers du spectacle. Elle n’a que 11 ans lorsqu’elle exprime le souhait de devenir une rock star. Il n’en fallait pas moins qu’un spectacle de David Bowie auquel elle assiste avec sa mère pour se convaincre de devenir musicienne. Elle apprend les rudiments de la guitare, de la flûte, du piano et s’approprie le titre d’artiste libre.
Au cours des dernières années, elle vit en Gaspésie, à Los Angeles, à Montréal. Sur sa route, elle rencontre des personnalités aussi allumées qu’elle, tels des Jean Leloup et Kevin Parent avec qui elle se lie d’amitié. Un chemin de vie peu emprunté, synonyme sans doute d’une personnalité aux traits audacieux.
Aujourd’hui, la jeune femme de la mi-vingtaine est mature et prête à présenter au Québec un son qui la représente. Convaincue et assumée, elle offre un premier extrait radio: Je suis partie. Certains reconnaîtront rapidement ce titre… certains se souviendront du personnage articulé issu d’un passé rapproché. Pour cette pièce, Anik Jean s’associe à Jean Leloup lui-même et forme une équipe explosive. C’est par pure plaisanterie que ces deux protagonistes enregistrent une nouvelle version de la pièce dans les mêmes locaux utilisés pour produire La vallée des réputations.
Pendant que Le Grand Loup se repose, Anik Jean enfile le costume aisément! Mais détrompez-vous, elle n’est pas qu’une interprète, elle est une artiste, une rock star! Fougueuse et imaginative, elle s’entoure de Rick Haworth, Dan Georgesco (Too many cooks), Stéphane Gaudreault et Alec McElcheran afin de produire son premier album.
deviantART: Naked Mole Rat Dreams by *ursulav
Fear Of The Great Mole Rat?
Imagine What Your Life Would Be Like Without Zemmiphobia and Fear of the The Great Mole Rat!
Many people live a life crippled by their fear of The Great Mole Rat, barely able to subsist, never mind live a full wholesome life. To take a few tragic samples of statements by The Great Mole Rat Phobia sufferers from a noted internet bulletin board for zemmiphobiacs
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“I am deathly afraid of The Great Mole Rat.
Please do not make fun of my mental illness.
Everynight I pray to god it does not eat me.”
“I am deathly afraid of The Great Mole Rat.
Please do not make fun of my mental illness.
Everynight I pray to god it does not eat me.”
Posted by: Julie and Becca at March 18, 2004 09:45 AM
“Shame on all of you, my poor son is terrified of The Great Mole Rat, every night i hear him screaming when it comes for him, i try to confort him but then he attacks me. Upon looking for information on the internet, to help my son with his fear, i came upon your sight and i am ashamed of you bad little people, mocking and distressing people with the fear of mole rat! You should act more maturally!”
Posted by: a very concerned mother at May 25, 2004 06:09 AM
“we hates him…we hates the mole rats. everytime timew we make cheese the mole rats come and we hates them. so we hides in the closets when the mole rats come for the cheeses. we hates them….
………………………WE HATES ALL THOSE TRIXI LITTLE F***ERS. we hates them.
today we sees them eating our cheese. we hates them. we wishes that we could taste the cheeses. but those moles rats eats them all. so we eats the nettles. they hurts us. we used to hates the nettles…and wack them with our nettle wacking sticks that we makes in our secret workshops. but now we eats them because we have none more cheese. we hates them. since most of our time is spent making cheese for the mole rats… we dont have much time for love makings, or climbing trees. or even playing with our fats, we loves our fats. OH NO…..MOLE RATS….RUN FOR YOU WORTHLESS CHEESE MAKING LIFE THAT THE MOLE RATS TAKE FROM US ANYWAY.AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”
Signed the cheese people
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Truly heartbreaking.
What exactly is a Great Mole Rat?
This is actually a more common question than one would expect, primarily because most modern education systems have chosen to exclude this area of social ecology from syllabuses for fear of causing widespread panic and trauma in the more suggestible students. And one might cynically suggest for fear of lawsuits from parents unable to properly quell childrens’ fears about the The Great Mole Rat.
Another reason that there exists some confusion is that Zemmiphobia isn’t one phobia per se, The Great Mole Rat exists in many archetypal forms in the jungian collective subconcious, each more terrifying than the last, each just sitting, watching, whiskers twitching, waiting for that one moment of mental weakness that will allow them to manifest in corporeal form, thence to bite off toes, ears, or even in some extreme cases the entire heads of its victims.
Help is now available!
(Please note that the image displayed alongside this article is of a naked mole rat as the visage of The Great Mole Rat is entirely too terrible to display on a public website)








