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BS: The Mother of all BS threads

Amos 24 Nov 15 - 05:19 PM
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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 24 Nov 15 - 05:19 PM

BDIBR, you are a rock-brained malapropping dunderhead, a ne'er-do-well, a shiftless wastrel and a piss-poor excuse for a tawdry loafer of diminished mind and ragged-assed morals. Go, get thee to a nunnery!


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: GUEST,Blind DRunk in Blind River
Date: 24 Nov 15 - 01:15 PM

What the FLIP are you talkin' about NOW, eh?

- Shane


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 24 Nov 15 - 12:11 PM

IT was long ago, too (2005, to be exact) on a late November day, that the inimitable Source of All Soi-Disant Wisdom for the Children of MOAB posted this stern warning:

"The world is running out of numbers. IP addresses are already scarcer than hen's teeth, ISBNs are getting that way, and Who Know What Will Be Next. Well, I do and I'm gonna let you in on it because Mother's children can and must survive the Number Crunch. And I'm doing this for free, because I'm a good-hearted sort of guy, but who wouldn't turn down a gift or a percentage of the take, either.

But what isn't widely known -- YET -- is that we are running out of ALL numbers. Think about it. Mathematicians have known for centuries that this day would come; why do you think that they call them "finite numbers?" And because of the current crowd in governments world-wide we are quickly running out of rational numbers, too! Integers, once the mainstay of arithmetic and accounting, are now replaced by...by...imaginary numbers!

These trends will culminate in your lifetime and mine (well, definitely mine, since I plan to live forever). Highly sophisticated regression analysis, applying the esoteric concepts embodied in Fermat's Second-To-Last Theorem and the crystalline arrays of Laplace Transformations, demonstrate beyond the shadow of a doubt that the world will run completely out of number no later than 2:37 p.m., April 14, 2007.

NOTE THE DATE! Americans will not be able to pay their income taxes!

But I offer to you, fellow MOABites, a chance to stockpile (i.e., hoard) numbers for the coming Number Crunch. There is a number mine here, and you can follow the links (or "veins", as numberologists call them) to more numbers. Most importantly, it doesn't matter if the numbers are pre-owned or even obsolete! Buff out the scratches and you can sell them as new! Accountants, tax attorneys, and even ordinary citizens will praise you while at the same time shelling out Big Buck$ for the numbers YOU had the foresight to stockpile. Your children and grandchildren will thank you, not to mention that they will be able to do their math homework and even paginate their term papers!


Thus, 't was ever thus--an opportunistic rumor-monger of the First Water! An afficianado of braggadocio and hyperbole, A first-order fan of foofaraw and fervent furbelows, a lover of linguistic malconformations and misty muzziness designed to bother, bewilder, bewitch and balognify, a misled master of misrepresentation and maudlin magic mysticism, a conniving confidence cad and a scurrilous scoundrel spraying semantic shrapnel on innocent lawns.

Long have we suffered, and, lo, no end is there in view. But have faith, children of Mom! The day will come when a single trumpet-like statement--clear, concise, and demonstrably truthful--will flow from the bedraggled and abused keyboard of this miserable malcontent. Then shall the halls of Mom ring with rejoicing, the paeans of praise as the meandering misanthrope sees the Light! Calllooo! Calllay!


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 24 Nov 15 - 12:00 PM

Ah, Booquemeister, you are projecting your weenie again. Your inner weenie. Your outer weenier is merely an urban legend, devoid of substance or empirical evidence.

Acme, thanks for the reminder of Cheever's name. I read a whole collection of his brilliant short stories one long-ago summer day in Connecticut, but that image of the travel-by-swimming-pool is the one that really stuck with me!

A


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 24 Nov 15 - 10:27 AM

I lent it to Amos...he said he wanted to "roast the weenies done the street."


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: gnu
Date: 23 Nov 15 - 04:40 PM

So... after the catawreced operations, I can't shovel snow for weeks. Rap... can I borrow your flame thrower?


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Acme
Date: 22 Nov 15 - 11:08 PM

Sorry to have been away for so long. Amos, I liked that film, a nice rendition of a John Cheever short story.

MOM, it is officially not-summer. Not winter, but not summer. I would call it autumn except we seem to have such a short autumn here it almost isn't worth calling it that. About a week, then BAM, it's cold and cruddy till spring. Not as cruddy as at Rap's house though, where winter-time golfers on skis and snowshoes bounce bright orange balls off of his roof and back porch.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: gnu
Date: 22 Nov 15 - 05:27 PM

Enjoying your recount of your travels, Rap.

Myself? I might go for a walk before the rain comes in. I get as far as 360' south from my house and then 60' north. Last night, I managed to do it four times. I even drove to the Real Atlantic Superstore today and walked the perimeter of the store... it was about a 2km drive each way! I shall sleep well tonight.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: GUEST,Chongo Chimp
Date: 22 Nov 15 - 01:04 PM

Geez!!! If boastin' could make a man rich, Rap, you would have more money than Donald Trump (who has still not replied to my steel cage challenge..the coward). I bet yer relatives shudder when they hear yer comin' to visit, 'cuz they know they are gonna have to listen to hours and hours of grandiose bla-bla about all the wonderful things you supposedly done in yer life, when the truth is that all you ever done was boast! Hell, the hot air you been generatin' for the last few decades is probably the number one factor behind global warmin'. (Ook! Ook!) Yer a threat to all life on this planet, and you are gonna have to be dealt with soon to save civilization.

- Chongo


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 22 Nov 15 - 12:30 PM

How nice to return to your earliest roots as a meat-bound mortal, reaffirming your life-long commitment to the false identity of the flesh and the conspiracy to deny higher selfhood.

We are SO proud of you for this noble confirmation of your loyalty to the mindless flux of protoplasm and genetic timelines. Well done, sir!


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 22 Nov 15 - 08:47 AM

After various deaths (mostly irate fathers and brothers) I have returned to the town where I was born and where I grew in wisdom, age, and grace until it was time to spread my wings and soar high. It was here on the Mississippi, in the country where Sam Clemens also grew up, where Lincoln and Douglas met in debate, where charity and compassion caused my ancestors to give a helping hand that saved the entire LDS Church from destruction, where the first Black priest in North America grew and was ordained after escaping from slavery, that I was born and raised. Yes, I have spent a few days here amidst my ancestors and relatives and now I shall retrace my steps to give thanks for my many blessings with my faux family, and then back to my little sod shanty in the Rockies.

Unlike Chongx, whose only relative will shoot on sight.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 21 Nov 15 - 11:21 PM

Chongo, you dunno from nuffink. I borrowed that trope from a highly literate author of the late 1950s whose name escapes me, but he wasn't no Lancaster. Sheeshe.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: GUEST,Chongo Chimp
Date: 21 Nov 15 - 02:40 AM

Naw...yer thinkin' of my old pal, Burt Lancaster. He did that in one of his movies.

- Chongo


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 20 Nov 15 - 06:30 PM

ANd ge got there by swimming, using pools in adjoining lots in adjoining suburbs all the way from Pocatello.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: GUEST,Chongo Chimp
Date: 20 Nov 15 - 05:26 PM

I was in Quincy once for about a half an hour. (Hadda get some gas and make a phone call.) It was almost like not bein' anywhere at all, but I'd say it was a bit more boring than that. Ook! Ook!

- Chongo ***yer next president of the USA***


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: gnu
Date: 20 Nov 15 - 02:45 PM

I've never heard you speak of your friend Illinois before. Does s/he follow this thread?


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 20 Nov 15 - 07:45 AM

Or do as I do: take the path REALLY less traveled by by bulling straight ahead trough the devil's club, poison ivy, fallen trees, mosquitos, water moccasins, irate husbands and fathers, and rusty barbed wire from old fences. THAT really makes all the difference.

Hi! I'm in Quincy, Illinois!


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: gnu
Date: 19 Nov 15 - 10:22 PM

Oh, you can't get there from here. You gotta go back and take that other fork in the road. And, when you do, you still can't. Only when you go off the roads and find your own way, will you arrive... where ever that is.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Little Hawk
Date: 19 Nov 15 - 08:03 PM

I figure so. I'll see when I get there.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 19 Nov 15 - 11:16 AM

And thus, to resist the dying of the light. However, a grand tranquility such as you suggest is probably a more comfortable way to actually succumb once your time is up.

A


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Little Hawk
Date: 18 Nov 15 - 11:25 PM

Death is change. Change is inevitable. And it's also what keeps life interesting...and challenging. But if you have "shit to do", as you say, then you definitely have good reason to want to be here awhile yet so you can get it done.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: gnu
Date: 18 Nov 15 - 09:09 PM

Depends. Right now, I got shit to do and it ain't gonna happen if things don't work out. Philosophical shit don't matter squat when there is a knock on the door and you still go shit to do. Rage or submit? There is no choice when the bell tolls. Ya just roll with it. It's neither... it's life.

Life is, by far, the leading cause of death.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Little Hawk
Date: 18 Nov 15 - 06:40 PM

Dylan Thomas's poem is a good one, a classic, but it doesn't in any way match my own thoughts on the matter. I think it is perfectly natural to go gently into "that good night" (death), and with much calm acceptance and rejoicing, because death is not the dying of the light, it is the opening into a far greater light, it is liberation from all the limitations of the physical body and the physical world, it is rebirth, it is a wondrous new beginning for the soul! In fact, there could be no more perfect exit from this earthly stage...short of turning into pure light, which is said to have happened in a very few cases of highly enlightened beings.

I consider it absolutely foolish and vain to rage against death or to regard it as an "enemy" to be fought against. Rather, embrace it with peace, with honor for its gifts, and with fearlessness when the time comes, if at all possible. It amounts to nothing more than another dramatic "exit stage left" when the Earthly play is done! And after that? Start planning for the next delicious role in the next marvelous Earthly play......or sojourn for awhile in the astral regions, if that be your preference.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: gnu
Date: 17 Nov 15 - 07:11 PM

Well, I am getting hard of hearing but, yeah. Thanks, A.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 17 Nov 15 - 03:47 PM

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

(You listening there, Gnuzer?)

Dylan Thomas


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: gnu
Date: 17 Nov 15 - 02:14 PM

Glad you are okay, Acme... nasty stuff them thar tornadahs.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 16 Nov 15 - 11:17 PM

Wow! New faces in the sacred Halls of MOAB! Yayyy! Welcome to the Manse, Vashta! Your first assignment, in order to understand your heritage as a scion of our Mother, is to read the whole thread from beginning to end. DO let us know how you like it!! :D
.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Vashta Nerada
Date: 16 Nov 15 - 01:37 PM

Attention getting devices such as suicide bombs and murder will be the end of ISIS eventually. They have offended some very large parties of the first part.

Enjoy riding in your Big Yellow Cab, Rap. Then come home and write a children's book about your adventure. Ala Daniel Pinkwater.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: gnu
Date: 16 Nov 15 - 01:29 PM

Pizza, steak and mushroom sandwich with lots of margarine and pepper on whole wheat, and a bottle of Carlo Rossi Fruity White wine over several hours. 171# this AM. Better.

Getting kinda chilly these days... some flurries expected this eve.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: gnu
Date: 15 Nov 15 - 10:20 PM

A big yellow taxi came and took away Rap? Where was Joni?

Meanwhile, back at the ranch, this AM, I weighed 169.8#. I have gorged on fattening foods today. We'll see.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 15 Nov 15 - 07:47 PM

Running off in a big yellow taxi, eh? Ducking the metaphysical quandary that entangles Mom and all her ilk? Don't you feel spatulate?


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 15 Nov 15 - 12:26 PM

I go and it is done: the cab invites me. Hear it not, sleeping neighbors, for it is a knell that summons me to Salt Lake City Airport and the Chicago Midway hell.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 14 Nov 15 - 06:49 PM

I don't know. I don't understand suicide for ideology or religion or because you don't believe like I do. Likewise I don't understand murder for the same reasons. If you attack me or mine, yes, I will do my utmost to stop you from doing it. But other than to literally terrorize people, WHY? Revolution is one thing, murdering innocents and suicide quite another. But greed -- for money or power or both -- drive some and they condemn others, and there must be a very, very special place in Hell for them. Very special indeed...Dante's would be looked upon as Heaven.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 14 Nov 15 - 03:47 PM

It just assaults me sense of reality. Where is there any benefit from this sort of mayhem? Whom does it benefit?


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 14 Nov 15 - 09:57 AM

There is no BS in Paris.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 13 Nov 15 - 11:34 PM

The souls risen in Paris tonight bless and forgive.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: GUEST,Reposez en paix
Date: 13 Nov 15 - 11:08 PM

Tiens à la vérité


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 13 Nov 15 - 07:46 PM

Now, I wouldn't mind having a firearm in the woods -- mostly to attempt to frighten off critters that might take it into their head to harm me. For a bear I'd prefer what the scientists up in Alaska use: a "bird bomb" fired from a 12 gauge. Lotsa sudden noise! -- and they then jack in a slug.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: GUEST,switch
Date: 13 Nov 15 - 03:11 PM

I bow to your expertise


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 13 Nov 15 - 03:02 PM

Sorry, old chap, but Taurus and not Ruger makes the Judge. It is an adequate revolver. And I hate to bust your bubble but the only thing (barring a lucky shot) that a .410 or a .45 Colt round would do to a bear of either sort is to annoy them. Then, if you've filed your sights flat and have your gun well lubricated it won't hurt quite so much when the bear shoves it up your behind. Granted that the noise might frighten the bear away it is also possible that it will annoy it even more. And yes, I live in country with grizzlies, black bears, wolves, mountain lions, and wolverines.

As for snakes -- I've dealt with rattlers without killing them. Like the bears, don't surprise them and they won't surprise you.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: GUEST,switch
Date: 13 Nov 15 - 06:21 AM

Ruger Judge - bird hunt or bear (ruin a snake's day too) selling like beer at a biker meet


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 13 Nov 15 - 01:19 AM

Matthew was one helluva piece of work. Ponderous, erudite, whimsical, all rolled into one. A little too much butter, though.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 13 Nov 15 - 12:03 AM

Dover Beach
By Matthew Arnold

The sea is calm tonight.
The tide is full, the moon lies fair
Upon the straits; on the French coast the light
Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand,
Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
Come to the window, sweet is the night-air!
Only, from the long line of spray
Where the sea meets the moon-blanched land,
Listen! you hear the grating roar
Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling,
At their return, up the high strand,
Begin, and cease, and then again begin,
With tremulous cadence slow, and bring
The eternal note of sadness in.

Sophocles long ago
Heard it on the Ægean, and it brought
Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow
Of human misery; we
Find also in the sound a thought,
Hearing it by this distant northern sea.

The Sea of Faith
Was once, too, at the full, and round earth's shore
Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furled.
But now I only hear
Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar,
Retreating, to the breath
Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear
And naked shingles of the world.

Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world, which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
And we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: gnu
Date: 12 Nov 15 - 09:33 PM

As I slip into the abyss
I welcome the darkness
Tis better to go
Than to say no
And fight the fight
That's useless

I may finish that some day... maybe not. Maybe it is finished.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 12 Nov 15 - 01:21 AM

Well, Pat flew from Salt Lake City to Chicago Midway via Detroit today. A two and half hour flight took about five. Storms and bad weather forced a diversion to DTW, then back to MDW. I hope she got extra mileage. She should be at a motel near Midway Airport very soon.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 11 Nov 15 - 10:23 PM

Oh, boldly posted, boldly sung,
The names and voices of the young,
The gallant, fierce, and bright-eyed kine
Who placed their bodies and their minds
Upon the gamble named by wearied men
Too far along to know that sense again
That out of any dog's breakfast, if they only would
With will and fire, they could bring forth good.
The jaded, tired, wealthy hands of power
Placing the bets and lives of such brave flowers
Is sinful, mournful, wrongly and sadly led;
But those who fell don't notice, being dead.

Archibald McBurger
Crimson Sorrows Come Home
Pisspoor and Milketoast, pubs.,
Liverpool, 1921


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 11 Nov 15 - 09:23 PM

COMMON FORM

If any question why we died,
Tell them, because our fathers lied.


A DEAD STATESMAN

I could not dig: I dared not rob:
Therefore I lied to please the mob.
Now all my lies are proved untrue
And I must face the men I slew.
What tale shall serve me here among
Mine angry and defrauded young?

               --Rudyard Kipling, from "Epitaphs of War"


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 11 Nov 15 - 08:59 PM

NAMING OF PARTS

To-day we have naming of parts. Yesterday,
We had daily cleaning. And to-morrow morning,
We shall have what to do after firing. But to-day,
To-day we have naming of parts. Japonica
Glistens like coral in all of the neighboring gardens,
          And to-day we have naming of parts.

This is the lower sling swivel. And this
Is the upper sling swivel, whose use you will see,
When you are given your slings. And this is the piling swivel,
Which in your case you have not got. The branches
Hold in the gardens their silent, eloquent gestures,
          Which in our case we have not got.

This is the safety-catch, which is always released
With an easy flick of the thumb. And please do not let me
See anyone using his finger. You can do it quite easy
If you have any strength in your thumb. The blossoms
Are fragile and motionless, never letting anyone see
          Any of them using their finger.

And this you can see is the bolt. The purpose of this
Is to open the breech, as you see. We can slide it
Rapidly backwards and forwards: we call this
Easing the spring. And rapidly backwards and forwards
The early bees are assaulting and fumbling the flowers:
          They call it easing the Spring.

They call it easing the Spring: it is perfectly easy
If you have any strength in your thumb: like the bolt,
And the breech, and the cocking-piece, and the point of balance,
Which in our case we have not got; and the almond-blossom
Silent in all of the gardens and the bees going backwards and forwards,
          For to-day we have naming of parts.

                      --Henry Reed


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 11 Nov 15 - 08:50 PM

I have met them at close of day
Coming with vivid faces
From counter or desk among grey
Eighteenth-century houses.
I have passed with a nod of the head
Or polite meaningless words,
Or have lingered awhile and said
Polite meaningless words,
And thought before I had done
Of a mocking tale or a gibe
To please a companion
Around the fire at the club,
Being certain that they and I
But lived where motley is worn:
All changed, changed utterly:
A terrible beauty is born.

That woman's days were spent
In ignorant good-will,
Her nights in argument
Until her voice grew shrill.
What voice more sweet than hers
When, young and beautiful,
She rode to harriers?
This man had kept a school
And rode our wingèd horse;
This other his helper and friend
Was coming into his force;
He might have won fame in the end,
So sensitive his nature seemed,
So daring and sweet his thought.
This other man I had dreamed
A drunken, vainglorious lout.
He had done most bitter wrong
To some who are near my heart,
Yet I number him in the song;
He, too, has resigned his part
In the casual comedy;
He, too, has been changed in his turn,
Transformed utterly:
A terrible beauty is born.

Hearts with one purpose alone
Through summer and winter seem
Enchanted to a stone
To trouble the living stream.
The horse that comes from the road,
The rider, the birds that range
From cloud to tumbling cloud,
Minute by minute they change;
A shadow of cloud on the stream
Changes minute by minute;
A horse-hoof slides on the brim,
And a horse plashes within it;
The long-legged moor-hens dive,
And hens to moor-cocks call;
Minute to minute they live;
The stone's in the midst of all.

Too long a sacrifice
Can make a stone of the heart.
O when may it suffice?
That is Heaven's part, our part
To murmur name upon name,
As a mother names her child
When sleep at last has come
On limbs that had run wild.
What is it but nightfall?
No, no, not night but death;
Was it needless death after all?
For England may keep faith
For all that is done and said.
We know their dream; enough
To know they dreamed and are dead;
And what if excess of love
Bewildered them till they died?
I write it out in a verse --
MacDonagh and MacBride
And Connolly and Pearse
Now and in time to be,
Wherever green is worn,
Are changed, changed utterly:
A terrible beauty is born.

          --WB Yeats, Easter 1916


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 11 Nov 15 - 08:47 PM

Amos, I am glad that I finally convinced you! Knowing that you'd want the best and only the best, I have decided that the Ruger is not for you. No, you need what James Butler Hickok used throughout his career; what he used in his famous duel with Dave Tutt in Springfield, Missouri back on July 21. 1865: the Model 1851 .36 Caliber Colt Navy! And to sweeten the deal, you can customize and modify it* to suit your shooting style, your needs, and what you want in your pistols!






























*Some assembly required.


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