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BS: The Mother of all BS threads

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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 06 Dec 09 - 11:23 AM

He could surely scare the be jeezus out of them, anyway. Sometimes I wish Chongo were Real.



A


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Little Hawk
Date: 06 Dec 09 - 03:31 AM

Well...perhaps he doesn't know any second-tier primates. ;-) I bet Chongo could enlighten the folks who gather around Jerry Falwell.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 05 Dec 09 - 11:44 PM

Falwell DELUDED? At leas he isn't militating for equal rights for second-tier primates! :D

Thanks for the kind remarks.

A


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Little Hawk
Date: 05 Dec 09 - 11:19 PM

Amos, that passage you quoted from Robert A. Wilson about belief is brilliant! It expresses the matter perfectly, and I am printing out a copy of it to put on my wall here. Bravo!

*****

Asimov's comments on the post following are sensible enough...but hardly revelatory! He is merely stating the very obvious...that a just "God" would find an honest man preferable to a hypocrite. It seems to me, though, that a God worth venerating would save everyone, not just the people s(he) happens to like better! ;-) Only a God that is some kind of vengeful monster would send souls to eternal torment.

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Falwell's comment holds no interest for me. I think he's deluded.

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Gore Vidal is quite correct in what he says. What he said applies just as well to political faith, conventional medical faith as shown by many in our present medical establishment, or any other common kind of faith (meaing: belief) as it does to religious faith. They all tend to suppress inconvenient evidence and ignore contradictions within their own cherished set of assumptions. It is a key characteristic of how the human ego works...unless it becomes stringently honest and capable of engaging in real and honest self-criticism on a regular basis.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 05 Dec 09 - 10:54 PM

?if I were not an atheist, I would believe in a God who would choose to save people on the basis of the totality of their lives and not the pattern of their words. I think he would prefer an honest and righteous atheist to a TV preacher whose every word is God, God, God, and whose every deed is foul, foul, foul.
[Isaac Asimov, I. Asimov: A Memoir]

?If we are going to save America and evangelize the world, we cannot accommodate secular philosophies that are diametrically opposed to Christian truth?We need to pull out all the stops to recruit and train 25 million Americans to become informed pro-moral activists whose voices can be heard in the halls of Congress. I am convinced that America can be turned around if we will all get serious about the Master's business. It may be late, but it is never too late to do what is right. We need an old-fashioned, God-honoring, Christ-exalting revival to turn American back to God. America can be saved!
[Jerry Falwell, in the Moral Majority Report, September 1984.]

?in matters of faith, inconvenient evidence is always suppressed while contradictions go unnoticed.
Gore Vidal


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 05 Dec 09 - 10:02 PM

Seriously, LH, your quatrains are well-formed but they are built on a rotten premise.


A


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 05 Dec 09 - 09:51 PM

Oh, how MOABY sitting pounding on the bloody keys
I would never stop 'til
Lit-tle
Hawk gave up his wheeze!!!


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Bee-dubya-ell
Date: 05 Dec 09 - 08:38 PM

♫♫

All I want is a laptop kit,
With built-in wireless so I can sit,
And post BS while I take a shit!
Oh, wouldn't it be MOABy?

♫♫


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Bee-dubya-ell
Date: 05 Dec 09 - 08:33 PM

♫♫

All Amos wants is to be the one,
To post Thirty-three K and run.
It would be so much fun!
Oh, wouldn't it be MOABy?

♫♫


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 05 Dec 09 - 07:52 PM

Don't believe anything. Regard things on a scale of probabilities.
The things that seem most absurd, put under 'Low Probability', and
the things that seem most plausible, you put under 'High
Probability'. Never believe anything. Once you believe anything, you
stop thinking about it. The more things you believe, the less mental
activity. If you believe something, and have an opinion on every
subject, then your brain activity stops entirely, which is clinically
considered a sign of death, nowadays in medical practice. So put
things on a scale or probability, and never believe or disbelieve
anything entirely.

-Robert A. Wilson (interview with "innerview")


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Little Hawk
Date: 05 Dec 09 - 07:34 PM

As life drifted on toward a new dawn
And the Earth was slowly turning
From within the gloom of a distant room
A single lamp was burning
'Twas Amos, hunched before the light
Of a glimmering monitor screen
His eyes were bloodshot, his nerves were tight
His complexion was turning green
He was toiling, turning out the type
Of a poetic tour-de-force
He was trying to raise a frantic hype
For a number that lay on the course
And the number he flogged as he filled his blog
Was a number of which you may
Have sometimes heard, not the 23rd,
But the 33 of K
"Yes! The 33 of K!", he shrieked,
His whiskers did tremble so
And he blathered on without surcease
While the blustery winds did blow
In a ceaseless and mad cacophony
'Gainst the wall of his castle drear
And in the forests and fields around
The wild beasts shrank in fear
For upon him comes this madness
As the hour approaches fast
When the 33 of K will be nailed
To the Pequod's shivering mast
And abandon hope all ye aboard!
For the gleam in his raving eye
Presages a dire and terrible fate
For all who venture nigh
"'Tis the madness of 33K," they say
And then shrink away in dread
As Amos types on through the night to the dawn
Disdaining his rest and his bed
The man is possesed, that much is clear
He has little else to say
But to blather and blither, as forth we go thither
To the threshhold of 33 K


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: gnu
Date: 05 Dec 09 - 07:26 PM

Would ya take 40?


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 05 Dec 09 - 07:24 PM

Jeez, Amos. Even YOU should know the Ultimate Answer by now, ferchrissake! It's 42.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 05 Dec 09 - 07:09 PM

Ah, the chain plates creaked and began to crack,
And the transom started to split,
ANd the bob-stays screamed like a hellion's dream
And the storm grew as dark as the Pit.
But we never flinched and we never turned
With a hundred and fifty to go,
We stood our watches one at a time
ANd let the damn storm blow.

Oh, our sides were sore and our ribs were bruised
And our fingers sore and bleeding
And our eyes were tight from the endless night
When the binnacle needed readin'.
But we limped below for an hour or so
And came back to the helm and the stay,
We wuz damned if we'd let this goddamned storm
Keep us short of our thirty-three kay.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 05 Dec 09 - 07:02 PM

You crack me up, BRuce!!


A


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Ed T
Date: 05 Dec 09 - 06:39 PM

From 1700 BC....Distant sounds of a "Rapaire" in the making:

Heber and Heremon were the sons of Milesius of Spain and shortly after the death of their father, along with their six brothers, with a numerous fleet well manned and equipped, set forth from Breoghan's Tower or Brigantia (now Corunna) in Galicia, in Spain, and sailed prosperously to the coasts of Ireland or lnis-Fail, where they met many difficulties and various chances before they could land: occasioned by the diabolical arts, sorceries, and enchantments used by the Tuatha-de-Danann, to obstruct their landing; for, by their magic art, they enchanted the island so as to appear to the Milesians or Clan-na-Milé in the form of a Hog, and no way to come at it (whence the island, among the many other names it had before, was called "Muc-Inis or "The Hog Island"); and withal raised so great a storm, that the Milesian fleet was thereby totally dispersed and many of them cast away, wherein five of the eight brothers, sons of Milesius, lost their lives. That part of the fleet commanded by Heber, Heremon, and Amergin (the three surviving, brothers), and Heber Donn, son of Ir (one of the brothers lost in the storm), overcame all opposition, landed safe, fought and routed the three Tuatha-de Danann Kings at Slieve-Mis, and thence pursued and overtook them at Tailten, where another bloody battle was fought; wherein the three (Tuatha-de-Danann) Kings and their Queens were slain, and their army utterly routed and destroyed: so that they could never after give any opposition to the Clan-na-Milé in their new conquest; who, having thus sufficiently avenged the death of their great uncle Ithe (who had been slain by the inhabitants of Ireland), gained the possession of the country foretold them by Cachear, some ages past. Heber and Heremon, the chief leading men remaining of the eight brothers, sons of Milesius aforesaid, divided the kingdom between them (allotting a proportion of land to their brother Amergin, who was their Arch-priest, Druid, or magician; and to their nephew Heber Donn, and to the rest of their chief commanders), and became jointly the first of one hundred and eighty-three Kings or sole Monarchs of the Gaelic, Milesian, or Scottish Race, that ruled and governed Ireland, successively, for two thousand eight hundred and eighty-five years from the first year of their reign), Anno Mundi three thousand five hundred, to their submission to the Crown of England in the person of King Henry the Second; who, being also of the Milesian Race by Maude, his mother, was lineally descended from Fergus Mór MacEarca, first King of Scotland, who was descended from the said Heremon - so that the succession may be truly said to continue in the Milesian Blood from before Christ one thousand six hundred and ninety-nine years down to the present time.

And, after many centuaries, these events eventially begot the reigning rebel "Rapaire of MAOB"


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Bee-dubya-ell
Date: 05 Dec 09 - 06:25 PM

Well, maybe the electrical storage units in your stuff are called "batteries", but the ones in my stuff are called "Henry, Frank, Lucille, Eloise, Bob, George, Mary, Jane, etc.". They get very upset if I call them "batteries" and insist on being addressed by name. And if I get their names wrong, they stop working. It's really a hassle 'cause they all look pretty much alike. I bought a 20-pack of AAs a few days ago and had to learn all their names before I even broke the seal on the package.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 05 Dec 09 - 05:13 PM

Rapaire: Well, it answers the question to a degree, but one that falls short of the ultimate Answer.

BTW, did you ever wonder why the electrical storage units in your cellphone and vibrator and toy bunny rabbit were called "batteries", which after all is a violent term? It was Ben Franklin's fault. He was playing with Leyden jars and discovered that (a) the charge was not in the conductor (water) but in the dielectric and (b) that they could be arranged in series. He called the series of Leyden jar cells a battery, borrowing the term from artillery conventions where several guns lined up in a row were called such.

A


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Acme
Date: 05 Dec 09 - 04:44 PM

MOM, the garden is kaput after the freeze. And the semester is almost over. I'm way behind in a bunch of stuff. I'm just going to sit here at the kitchen table and work and you guys just move around the room quietly, okay? And if I get tired of sitting, I'll take the wheelbarrow and clean up in the garden.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Little Hawk
Date: 05 Dec 09 - 12:02 PM

Boy, what an @$$hole that Ed the Sock is!!! LOL! For the first time I begin to see the tasteful side of Shane McBride...


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Ed T
Date: 05 Dec 09 - 11:08 AM

"If you don't have anything good to say... say it often" Quote....Ed the Sock

Inventions from Ed

http://www.edthesock.com/clips/eds_inventions.html


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 05 Dec 09 - 10:47 AM

Well, Amos, it varied. The PTSD was caused when the US Army made me see and do things that weren't very nice at all and that's why I need the therapy. The need for rotator cuff surgery was caused by a a fall I had in Boise when I lost my balance on the edge of a curb cut made for handicapped folks. The type 2 diabetes is under discussion, but it might very well have been brought on by exposure to dioxin-containing herbicides used along the DMZ in Korea.

Now, there's this scar on the outside of my right leg. THAT was made when a guy cut me with a corn knife (a kind of short, heavy, machete). The scar on my left temple was caused by a fall when ice skating and the temple bar of my glasses was driven into the side of my head. The little scar in my right eyebrow was caused when my mother dropped me on my head.

There. Does that answer your question, at least partially?


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Ed T
Date: 05 Dec 09 - 10:13 AM

"Silence is not always golden; sometimes it is yellow"unknown source


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Bee-dubya-ell
Date: 05 Dec 09 - 09:34 AM

The yellow pages are in the phone book, Stilly. At least they're yellow in mine. But I'm not absolutely certain they're supposed to be yellow. The phone book was delivered while we were out of town at an art fair. It was leaning against the mailbox post. A dog may have peed on it.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Acme
Date: 05 Dec 09 - 01:11 AM

Yellow pages? Is that like yellow journalism?


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 04 Dec 09 - 11:50 PM

I meant --as you know--your expertise on plagiarism, Monsieur. But never mind that. To answer your question: who caused this wreck?


A


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 04 Dec 09 - 10:05 PM

Let's see. This year: rotator cuff surgery, PTSD diagnosis, facing therapy, diabetes 2...yeah, I guess I am the expert.

So, Amos -- whatcha wanna know about being a wreck?


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Bee-dubya-ell
Date: 04 Dec 09 - 07:44 PM

I didn't omit Rent-a-Wreck. They're not in my Yellow Pages.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 04 Dec 09 - 07:03 PM

Ah, no, no, M. Rapaire. I would not presume to encroach on your well-established field of expertise...


A


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 04 Dec 09 - 07:00 PM

Maybe he is Rent-a-Wreck....


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Acme
Date: 04 Dec 09 - 06:28 PM

He missed Rent a Wreck.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 04 Dec 09 - 06:19 PM

Plagarising, you mean.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 04 Dec 09 - 05:55 PM

At least Monsieur Ell is trying harder. LH. you would be welcome but I do have a day job, so I could not linger about parodizing during the weekdays anyway.


A


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Bee-dubya-ell
Date: 04 Dec 09 - 04:51 PM

How appropriate that Mr. Shatner, erstwhile commander of the Enterprise, should stop by just as some folks are going on about the Alamo. There's nothing like Avis it from ol' Bill.

Well, U-Haul can hang around here if you like, but I'm trying to Budget how much time I waste on this Interweb thingie. I'd do a crossword puzzle instead, but my Penske bleeding through the pages. Maybe if I wouldn't try to be so Thrifty and maybe spend more than a Dollar on them, they'd Ryder little bit better.

This post really Hertz, doesn't it?


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Janie
Date: 04 Dec 09 - 03:48 PM

32832


Ta da!


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Janie
Date: 04 Dec 09 - 03:47 PM

Must have...


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Little Hawk
Date: 04 Dec 09 - 03:19 PM

I really should visit you in sunny California sometime, Amos. We could invent bizarre doggerel all the livelong day, and I would have a brief escape from the Canadian winter. ;-)


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Little Hawk
Date: 04 Dec 09 - 03:04 PM

LOL!

I will not sing that song in Texas.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 04 Dec 09 - 01:44 PM

The answers are simple though some find them hard to confront!
The myths and imagined events -- if you'll let me be blunt --
Are simply phantasms of someone's wild dreaming
Psychosis let run on the loose.
One wild-eyed fanatic was song, sionger and pig and goose!!

Way, up! Santa Ana we squabble and squawk,
Though the rest of Texas may talk.
You can blame it on Little Hawk!


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Little Hawk
Date: 04 Dec 09 - 01:23 PM

Whoo-Hoo! Love that Kipling, and when it's read by Shatner it's just...just...ineffable.

Say, I thought of one more verse for the Alamo song. A coda to wrap things up:

Now the Alamo stands as proof of all that I've said
It will stand there forever to honor the glorious dead
But no one remembers the brave little pig and no one remembers the goose
Where's the honor in that? Where's the justice? And what's the excuse?

Hey--up! Santa Ana, they drove off your soldiers below
And the rest of Texas should know
How they fought for the Alamo!


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 04 Dec 09 - 01:15 PM

Shatner's a comedian, especially when trying not to be one.


A


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: GUEST,William Shatner
Date: 04 Dec 09 - 11:50 AM

All these bogus accents. Bogus! to quote from one of my favorite National Public Radio programs. Anyway. I'll do a reading with an accent.

Kipling seems appropriate.


THE YOUNG BRITISH SOLDIER


When the 'arf-made recruity goes out to the East
'E acts like a babe an' 'e drinks like a beast,
An' 'e wonders because 'e is frequent deceased
   Ere 'e's fit for to serve as a soldier.
    Serve, serve, serve as a soldier,
    Serve, serve, serve as a soldier,
    Serve, serve, serve as a soldier,
         So-oldier ~OF~ the Queen!

Now all you recruities what's drafted to-day,
You shut up your rag-box an' 'ark to my lay,
An' I'll sing you a soldier as far as I may:
   A soldier what's fit for a soldier.
    Fit, fit, fit for a soldier . . .

First mind you steer clear o' the grog-sellers' huts,
For they sell you Fixed Bay'nets that rots out your guts --
Ay, drink that 'ud eat the live steel from your butts --
   An' it's bad for the young British soldier.
    Bad, bad, bad for the soldier . . .

When the cholera comes -- as it will past a doubt --
Keep out of the wet and don't go on the shout,
For the sickness gets in as the liquor dies out,
   An' it crumples the young British soldier.
    Crum-, crum-, crumples the soldier . . .

But the worst o' your foes is the sun over'ead:
You ~must~ wear your 'elmet for all that is said:
If 'e finds you uncovered 'e'll knock you down dead,
   An' you'll die like a fool of a soldier.
    Fool, fool, fool of a soldier . . .

If you're cast for fatigue by a sergeant unkind,
Don't grouse like a woman nor crack on nor blind;
Be handy and civil, and then you will find
   That it's beer for the young British soldier.
    Beer, beer, beer for the soldier . . .

Now, if you must marry, take care she is old --
A troop-sergeant's widow's the nicest I'm told,
For beauty won't help if your rations is cold,
   Nor love ain't enough for a soldier.
    'Nough, 'nough, 'nough for a soldier . . .

If the wife should go wrong with a comrade, be loath
To shoot when you catch 'em -- you'll swing, on my oath! --
Make 'im take 'er and keep 'er: that's Hell for them both,
   An' you're shut o' the curse of a soldier.
    Curse, curse, curse of a soldier . . .

When first under fire an' you're wishful to duck,
Don't look nor take 'eed at the man that is struck,
Be thankful you're livin', and trust to your luck
   And march to your front like a soldier.
    Front, front, front like a soldier . . .

When 'arf of your bullets fly wide in the ditch,
Don't call your Martini a cross-eyed old bitch;
She's human as you are -- you treat her as sich,
   An' she'll fight for the young British soldier.
    Fight, fight, fight for the soldier . . .

When shakin' their bustles like ladies so fine,
The guns o' the enemy wheel into line,
Shoot low at the limbers an' don't mind the shine,
   For noise never startles the soldier.
    Start-, start-, startles the soldier . . .

If your officer's dead and the sergeants look white,
Remember it's ruin to run from a fight:
So take open order, lie down, and sit tight,
   And wait for supports like a soldier.
    Wait, wait, wait like a soldier . . .

When you're wounded and left on Afghanistan's plains,
And the women come out to cut up what remains,
Jest roll to your rifle and blow out your brains
   An' go to your Gawd like a soldier.
    Go, go, go like a soldier,
    Go, go, go like a soldier,
    Go, go, go like a soldier,
         So-oldier ~of~ the Queen!


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Bee-dubya-ell
Date: 04 Dec 09 - 11:07 AM

I never feel small because I don't follow Rapaire's meaning. I simply reckon that meaning is an optional attribute in his worldview. Sort of like electric windows or built-in GPS. He bought the budget model that didn't have meaning installed at the factory, that's all. Personally, I like a little meaning, but I'm not fanatic about it. I also like cruise-control. It keeps me from getting speeding tickets.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 04 Dec 09 - 09:28 AM

It is NOT smart to alienate your readers, sir. Your premise is fallacious and the rest of your argument fails in consequence. What is smart is helping others understand stuff.

But u kn do wt u wnt, mn.


A


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 04 Dec 09 - 08:55 AM

1st amuss sez b dum an then he sez b smart. so wen i put smart stuf hear he dont like it. poop head. just cuz he cant rede irish i'll translate the las wun:

Amergin's Call To Ireland

I request the land of Ireland (to come forth)
coursed is the wild sea
wild the crying mountains
crying the generous woods
generous in showers (rain/waterfalls)
showers lakes and vast pools
vast pools hosts of well-springs
well-springs of tribes in assembly
assembly of kings of Tara
Tara host of tribes
tribes of the sons of Mil
Mil of boats and ships
ships come to Ireland
Ireland high terribly blue
an incantation on the (same) wind
(which was the) wind empty of Bres
Bres of an empty cup
Ireland be mighty
Ermon at the beginning
Ir, Eber, requested
(now it is) I (who) request the land of Ireland!

now i aint gonn be smart no moor cuz of amuz.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Little Hawk
Date: 04 Dec 09 - 01:32 AM

Looks like Gaelic or something along that line...


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 03 Dec 09 - 11:40 PM

Rapaire:

If you must speak gibberish and then make other people feel small because they don't follow your meaning, at least abide by the Twitter Style Guide. It's the least one could expect from a gentleman... well, do it anyway.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 03 Dec 09 - 11:17 PM

Am gáeth tar na bhfarraige
Am tuile os chinn maighe
Am dord na daíthbhe
Am damh seacht mbeann
Am drúchtín rotuí ó ngréin
Am an fráich torc
Am seabhac a néad i n-aill
Am ard filidheachta
Am álaine bhláithibh
Am an t-eo fis
Cía an crann agus an theine ag tuitim faire
Cía an dhíamhairina cloch neamh shnaidhite
Am an ríáin gach uile choirceoige
Am an theine far gach uile chnoic
Am an scíath far gach uile chinn
Am an sleagh catha
Am nómá tonnag sírthintaghaív Am úagh gach uile dhóich dhíamaíní
Cía fios aige conara na gréine agus linn na éisce
Cía tionól na rinn aige, ceangladh na farraige,
cor i n-eagar na harda, na haibhne, na túatha.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Little Hawk
Date: 03 Dec 09 - 10:41 PM

Thanks. ;-) I got the idea at song circle on Tuesday. Richard sings that song, and he's under the impression that the first verse goes...

"Eight hundred and eighty were challenged by Travis to die
By a line that he drew with his sword when the battle was nigh
And him that would fight to the death cross over
But him that would live better fly
And over that line came a hundred and seventy nine..."

I told him, "Richard, it's a hundred and eighty, not eight hundred and eighty."

He said, "No, it's 880. That's how Donovan sings it."

"No, he doesn't!"

"Yes he does!"

And so on.... ;-) Well, we never resolved it. Richard will just go on singing "880 were challenged" on the first line, I guess...but it gave me the idea for stretching the whole thing just a tad farther...now we've got 85,000 "challenged" Texans, and I find that concept pretty amusing.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 03 Dec 09 - 10:34 PM

We was thirty-two-eight by the taffrail log
The last words that log did say.
For just as we read her the ship was pooped
And that log was carried away.
And we desperately ran up sixteen more
While we reckoned an Ell-Oh-Pee
For we was as lost as has ever been
In that wild and murky sea.

Now Hawk he stood a manly watch
Until he lost his steel
But the minute Still relieved his helm
He lost contact with what's real.
He swore he was safe on a Scottish trawler
Tied up in Aberdeen.
And we sighed, 'cuz this was the worst damn case
Of nerves we'd ever seen.

So we sent old Hawk to his bunk below
Wrapped up in a burlap wrap.
And he babbled on about Mither Ships
And similar unreal crap.
But the rest of us faced into that blow
Blowing sixty knots toward day;
And we clamped on the lifelines, and braced and prayed
For the thirty three of Kay.


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