Magnets Mailed!

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A whole bunch of them; you guys should be receiving them any day now. Some of you get several (MB, LG) and others (that’s you, Safe Ride!) I need an address! Email me, if you want some EPautos magnets.

We’ve got a couple days yet to go – and we’re still a little low. So here’s my end-of-the-month plea/pitch for your help keeping fuel in the bowl and the engine firing on all eight cylinders.

I’ll be on the Tom Woods podcast again next Tuesday, fyi. I’ll have the audio up/available here as soon as I can.

Thanks again, everyone – and watch out for the “Heroes” this weekend! depends on you to keep the wheels turning! The control freaks (Clovers) hate us. Goo-guhl blackballed us.

Will you help us? 

Our donate button is here.

 If you prefer not to use PayPal, our mailing address is:

721 Hummingbird Lane SE
Copper Hill, VA 24079

PS: EPautos stickers – new design, larger and magnetic! – are free to those who send in $10 or more to support the site. Please be sure to tell us you want one – and also, provide a mailing address, so we can get the thing to you!'16 Cruze Clover


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    Much later, Pierre Boulle wrote a short autobiography called The Sources of the River Kwai in which he described his own experience in the war.

    Planet Of The Apes(Abridged Vers.) – BBC Radio Adaptation

    Nova stopped swimming, stood up in the water, which reached to her waist, and raised her hands in front of her in a gesture of defense. Then she quickly turned her back on me and raced for the shore. Out of the water, she paused and half turned around, looking at me askance, as she had on the ledge, with the startled air of an animal that has just seen something alarming.

    Perhaps she might have regained her confidence, for the smile had frozen on my lips and I had started swimming again in an innocent manner, but a fresh incident renewed her emotion. We heard a noise in the woods and, tumbling from branch to branch, our friend Hector came into view, landed on his feet, and scampered over toward us, overjoyed at finding us again.

    I was amazed to see the bestial expression, compounded of fright and menace, that came over the young girl’s face when she caught sight of the monkey. She drew back hugging the rocks so closely as to melt into them, every muscle tensed, her back arched, her hands contracted like claws. All this because of a nice little chimpanzee who was about to greet us!

    As he passed close by, without noticing her, she sprang out. Her body twanged like a bow. She seized him by the throat and closed her hands around his neck, holding the poor creature firmly between her thighs. Her attack was so swift that we did not even have time to intervene.

    The monkey hardly struggled. He stiffened after a few seconds and fell dead when she let go of him. This gorgeous creature — in a romantic flight of fancy I had christened her “Nova,” able to compare her appearance only to that of a brilliant star — Nova had strangled a harmless pet animal, with her own hands.

    When, having recovered from our shock, we rushed toward her, it was far too late to save Hector. She turned to face us as though to defend herself, her arms again raised in front of her, her lips curled back, in a menacing attitude that brought us to a standstill. Then she uttered a last shrill cry, which could be interpreted as a shout of triumph or a bellow of rage, and threw herself into the woods.


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