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BS: The Mother of all BS threads

John Hardly 23 Aug 07 - 06:17 PM
Amos 23 Aug 07 - 08:20 PM
Little Hawk 23 Aug 07 - 09:01 PM
Amos 23 Aug 07 - 09:56 PM
Rapparee 23 Aug 07 - 10:15 PM
Amos 23 Aug 07 - 10:19 PM
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Little Hawk 23 Aug 07 - 10:37 PM
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Acme 24 Aug 07 - 02:51 AM
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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: John Hardly
Date: 23 Aug 07 - 06:17 PM

is this the thread about good writing?


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 23 Aug 07 - 08:20 PM

Oy, have you got the wrong number!

Hey Rapaire, thanks for the link to the KEWL strip, dude.


A


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Little Hawk
Date: 23 Aug 07 - 09:01 PM

Finnegan's nails have been trimmed. He put up an even better fight than last time. It required 3 vets to do the job. One man to do the clipping, 2 women to hold the frantic little monster down! And a muzzle, needless to say.

And he's a miniature dachshund...good thing he's not a full size one.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 23 Aug 07 - 09:56 PM

It ain't the size of the dog in the fight. It's the size of the fight in the dog.

Omar Winnebago, Homespun Truisms I Have Stolen


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 23 Aug 07 - 10:15 PM

In the train, during a part of the return journey from Baroda, we had the company of a gentleman who had with him a remarkable looking dog. I had not seen one of its kind before, as far as I could remember; though of course I might have seen one and not noticed it, for I am not acquainted with dogs, but only with cats. This dog's coat was smooth and shiny and black, and I think it had tan trimmings around the edges of the dog, and perhaps underneath. It was a long, low dog, with very short, strange legs--legs that curved inboard, something like parentheses turned the wrong way (. Indeed, it was made on the plan of a bench for length and lowness. It seemed to be satisfied, but I thought the plan poor, and structurally weak, on account of the distance between the forward supports and those abaft. With age the dog's back was likely to sag; and it seemed to me that it would have been a stronger and more practicable dog if it had had some more legs. It had not begun to sag yet, but the shape of the legs showed that the undue weight imposed upon them was beginning to tell. It had a long nose, and floppy ears that hung down, and a resigned expression of countenance. I did not like to ask what kind of a dog it was, or how it came to be deformed, for it was plain that the gentleman was very fond of it, and naturally he could be sensitive about it. From delicacy I thought it best not to notice it too much. No doubt a man with a dog like that feels just as a person does who has a child that it out of true. The gentleman was not merely fond of the dog, he was also proud of it - just the same again, as a mother feels about her child when it is an idiot. I could see that he was proud of it, notwithstanding it was such a long dog and looked so resigned and pious. It had been all over the world with him, and had been pilgriming like that for years and years. It had traveled 50,000 miles by sea and rail, and had ridden in front of him on his horse 8,000. It had a silver medal from the Geographical Society of Great Britain for its travels, and I saw it. It had won prizes in dog shows, both in India and in England--and I saw them. He said its pedigree was on record in the Kennel Club, and it was a well-known dog. He said a great many people in London could recognize it the moment they saw it. I did not say anything, but I did not think it anything strange; I should know that dog again, myself, yet I am not careful about noticing dogs. He said that when he walked along in London, people often stopped and looked at the dog. Of course I did not say anything, for I did not want to hurt his feelings, but I could have explained to him that if you take a great long low dog like that and waddle it along the street anywhere in the world and not charge anything, people will stop and look. He was gratified because the dog took prizes. But that was nothing; if I were built like that I could take prizes myself. I wished I knew what kind of dog it was, and what is was for, but I could not very well ask, for that would show that I did not know. Not that I want a dog like that, but only to know the secret of its birth.

                         Mark Twain, Following the Equator


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 23 Aug 07 - 10:19 PM

How rich, and true. And unstolen!!! Bravo, Sir Rapaire!!


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 23 Aug 07 - 10:33 PM

Now we are nineteen, one and ten
And may we never be that way again.
Lets us by ones and tens and hundreds grow
To find the wondrous things there are to know
And all the wondrous ways to do it.
There's a game with certain flavor to it!
For there's a hidden wonder, I confess
In searching endless folds of pure B.S.
Crudely disguised by calling it bullshit,
A land of wily wonder, wags, and wit.
Let us proceed, then friends, with laughter loud;
And by proceeding, make Our Mother proud.

Casimus Antony Derivative
Nth Roots of Certain Poly-Dimensional Expressions Explained and Extrapolated
Brown, Dry, and Yewgly, Groton, Connecticut, 1947


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 23 Aug 07 - 10:36 PM

Against the assault of laughter, nothing can stand.
- Mark Twain, "The Chronicle of Young Satan," Mysterious Stranger Manuscripts


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Little Hawk
Date: 23 Aug 07 - 10:37 PM

LOL!!!! My God, Mr Twain is impugning the grace and utility of a dachshund! What a poltroon! What a dastard!

He is Mark Twain, though, so I shall forgive him.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 23 Aug 07 - 10:43 PM

I'm in a reminiscent mood tonight, and quoting Sam takes me back to my roots along the Upper River. Hell, I grew up twenty miles upstream from Hannibal and I have friends there.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 23 Aug 07 - 10:46 PM

LH, he might be impugning dachshunds by the thousands, the millions, but what are you going to do about it? He's been dead for danged near a hundred years and as the trial of Pope Formosus demonstrated, it's pretty futile to do much to a corpse.

It gets you laughed at, for one thing....


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Little Hawk
Date: 23 Aug 07 - 10:50 PM

Rapaire, that has not stopped enraged mobs from unearthing and desecrating the remains of people like the French judge Cauchon who condemned Joan of Arc. The attack on his grave occurred following her exoneration by the Catholic Church some decades after her death.

However, as I said, I have forgiven Mr Twain already.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 23 Aug 07 - 10:53 PM

I promise that after you die I will not dig up your grave and attempt to dishonor your bones.

(I'll dishonor you before you die so I can savor the experience.)


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 23 Aug 07 - 11:10 PM

And now, for a few lines from a contemporary poet of Mark Twain, one Julia A. Moore:

HIRAM HELSEL
      Air -- "Three Grains of Corn"

Once was a boy, age fifteen years,
      Hiram Helsel was his name,
And he was sick two years or so;
      He has left this world of pain;
His friends they miss this lovely boy,
      That was patient, kind and brave.
He left them all for him to mourn --
      He is sleeping in his grave.

He was a small boy of his age,
      When he was five years or so
Was shocked by lightning while to play
      And it caused him not to grow,
He was called little Hi. Helsel
      By all friends that knew him well --
His life was sad, as you shall hear,
      And the truth to you I'll tell.

His parents parted when he was small,
      And both are married again.
How sad it was for them to meet
      And view his last remains.
He was living with his father then,
      As many a friend can tell;
'Tis said his father's second wife
      That she did not use him well.

Just before little Hiram died --
      His uncle and aunt were there --
He kissed them both -- bid them farewell,
      They left him with a prayer.
Now he is gone, Oh! let him rest;
      His soul has found a haven,
For grief and woe ne'er enters there,
      In that place called heaven.

Now, Mrs. Moore's esteemed contemporary, Mr. Clemens, also had some words on poetry. To whit:

I have thought many times since that if poets when they get discouraged would blow their brains out, they could write very much better when they got well.
                         - Speech, Liverpool, 7/10/1907


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 23 Aug 07 - 11:54 PM

Well, Hack's honor has already been badly dissed in this neck of the woods, anyway. But I must say, i is mighty big of him to forgive Mister Clemens so readily. Mighty kind. Generous, too. I mean, him being a Canadian, while Mister Clemens was one of those Yankee galoots. And similarly, him being modest and known to the few, while Mister Clemens had gone around exciting the admiration of so many, in the crudest Yankee fashion. And him being a sorta hand-to-mouth day-trader of used objects, and Mister Clemens spurning such robust labour and making and losing several fortunes by the craft of his mind and pen, and all. Seems Mister Hack has really stretched the hand of forgiveness out there quite aways, yessiree-bob. Mighty big of him.


A


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Acme
Date: 24 Aug 07 - 02:51 AM

The one that works best for me is

Eschew surplusage. It is an excellent solution when one is afflicted with diarrhea of the mouth (or pen).


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 24 Aug 07 - 09:16 AM

Amos, are you bad-mouthin' and dissin' my old buddy Sam Clemens???


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 24 Aug 07 - 11:49 AM

"Hey m-m-ister, I wa-wa-wasn't mi-mi-mimicking ya-ya-ya-you! I wa-wa-was mi-mi-mi-mimicking hu-hu-hu-HIM!"


This is the punch line to an old joke I don't have time to write out. I'l let you reconstruct it.

I revere ole Sam Clemens, Mistuh Rapaire. I was raised a few miles from his last home, in Redding, and have read everything he wrote I could get my hands on.

I lik e him better even than Robert HEinlein, and that's saying something.

So calm thy savage breast, or whatever you call that thing.


A


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Little Hawk
Date: 24 Aug 07 - 12:46 PM

You have no idea how generous of spirit I am, Amos. ;-)


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Little Hawk
Date: 24 Aug 07 - 12:55 PM

Amos, have you read Mr Twain's book "Joan of Arc"?


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 24 Aug 07 - 01:09 PM

Mister Hawk:

I have read it; as to your generosity of Spirit, I have no doubt it surpasseth all understanding.

The spectacle of that solitary girl, forlorn and friendless, without advocate or adviser, and without the help and guidance of any copy of the charges brought against her or rescript of the complex and voluminous daily proceedings of the court to modify the crushing strain upon her astonishing memory, fighting that long battle serene and undismayed against these colossal odds, stands alone in its pathos and its sublimity; it has nowhere its mate, either in the annals of fact or in the inventions of fiction.



A


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 24 Aug 07 - 02:05 PM

Mister Amos, have you read 1601?


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 24 Aug 07 - 03:51 PM

Sir,

I have indeed read it, with the high focus and salacious intensity that only a teenage boy (which I have been for over thirty years now) can bring to a book.

Here are some interesting notes on how the noble work reached the light of print.


Enjoy.


A


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 24 Aug 07 - 04:04 PM


In ye heat of ye talk it befel yt one did breake wind, yielding an
exceding mightie and distresfull stink, whereat all did laugh full sore,and then--

Ye Queene.--Verily in mine eight and sixty yeres have I not heard the
fellow to this fart. Meseemeth, by ye grete sound and clamour of it, it was male; yet ye belly it did lurk behinde shoulde now fall lean and flat against ye spine of him yt hath bene delivered of so stately and so waste a bulk, where as ye guts of them yt doe quiff-splitters bear, stand comely still and rounde. Prithee let ye author confess ye offspring. Will my Lady Alice testify?

Lady Alice.--Good your grace, an' I had room for such a thundergust
within mine ancient bowels, 'tis not in reason I coulde discharge ye same and live to thank God for yt He did choose handmaid so humble whereby to shew his power. Nay, 'tis not I yt have broughte forth this rich o'ermastering fog, this fragrant gloom, so pray you seeke ye further.

Ye Queene.--Mayhap ye Lady Margery hath done ye companie this favor?

Lady Margery.--So please you madam, my limbs are feeble wh ye weighte and drouth of five and sixty winters, and it behoveth yt I be tender unto them. In ye good providence of God, an' I had contained this wonder, forsoothe wolde I have gi'en 'ye whole evening of my sinking life to ye dribbling of it forth, with trembling and uneasy soul, not launched it sudden in its matchless might, taking mine own life with violence, rending my weak frame like rotten rags. It was not I, your maisty.

Ye Queene.--O' God's name, who hath favored us? Hath it come to pass yt a fart shall fart itself? Not such a one as this, I trow. Young Master Beaumont--but no; 'twould have wafted him to heaven like down of goose's boddy. 'Twas not ye little Lady Helen--nay, ne'er blush, my child; thoul't tickle thy tender maidenhedde with many a mousie-squeak before thou learnest to blow a harricane like this. Wasn't you, my learned and ingenious Jonson?

Jonson.--So fell a blast hath ne'er mine ears saluted, nor yet a stench so all-pervading and immortal. 'Twas not a novice did it, good your maisty, but one of veteran experience--else hadde he failed of confidence. In sooth it was not I.

Ye Queene.--My lord Bacon?

Lord Bacon.-Not from my leane entrailes hath this prodigy burst forth, so please your grace. Naught doth so befit ye grete as grete performance; and haply shall ye finde yt 'tis not from mediocrity this miracle hath issued.

[Tho' ye subjoct be but a fart, yet will this tedious sink of learning
pondrously phillosophize. Meantime did the foul and deadly stink pervade all places to that degree, yt never smelt I ye like, yet dare I not to leave ye presence, albeit I was like to suffocate.]

Ye Queene.--What saith ye worshipful Master Shaxpur?

Shaxpur.--In the great hand of God I stand and so proclaim mine
innocence. Though ye sinless hosts of heaven had foretold ye coming of this most desolating breath, proclaiming it a work of uninspired man, its quaking thunders, its firmament-clogging rottenness his own achievement in due course of nature, yet had not I believed it; but had said the pit itself hath furnished forth the stink, and heaven's artillery hath shook the globe in admiration of it.

[Then was there a silence, and each did turn him toward the worshipful
Sr Walter Ralegh, that browned, embattled, bloody swashbuckler, who
rising up did smile, and simpering say,]

Sr W.--Most gracious maisty, 'twas I that did it, but indeed it was so
poor and frail a note, compared with such as I am wont to furnish, yt in sooth I was ashamed to call the weakling mine in so august a presence. It was nothing--less than nothing, madam--I did it but to clear my nether throat; but had I come prepared, then had I delivered something worthy.

Bear with me, please your grace, till I can make amends.

[Then delivered he himself of such a godless and rock-shivering blast
that all were fain to stop their ears, and following it did come so dense and foul a stink that that which went before did seem a poor and trifling thing beside it. Then saith he, feigning that he blushed and was confused, I perceive that I am weak to-day, and cannot justice do unto my powers; and sat him down as who should say, There, it is not much yet he that hath an arse to spare, let him fellow that, an' he think he can.



I had forgotten how...rich ...and well-formed the work was, and thank you for the remindment.


A


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: MMario
Date: 24 Aug 07 - 04:22 PM

I miss those guys!


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 24 Aug 07 - 05:34 PM

Or his Some Thoughts on the Science of Onanism, a speech delivered in 1879?


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Acme
Date: 24 Aug 07 - 06:22 PM

He's got a little list

Of Twain works, that is.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 24 Aug 07 - 07:19 PM

There, sir, I confess you have me at a disadvantage; but that is good and well, since that is what a librarian by rights ought to be able to do -- find something somewhere that any reader has yet to read, and make him soundly wrong for it. But I am on my way to find it even now.

A


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 24 Aug 07 - 07:23 PM

Ha!! I have found the piece and absorbed its delicate instruction, and am well satisfied.

You are a libertine of merit, Sir R, and a librarian of inestimable self-exposure.



A


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: GUEST,Rapaire, momentarily cookieless
Date: 24 Aug 07 - 08:34 PM

And I wish everyone to note: today I found a work by Mark Twain that Amos had NOT yet read! In truth, he probably didn't even know it existed!

A truly notable day in fact and in deed when I can use my bibliographic education to guide and educate others!


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: GUEST,Same guy, no cookie yet
Date: 24 Aug 07 - 08:40 PM

And I have a graduate degree in fishing. Indeed, I am a Master Baiter.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 24 Aug 07 - 10:42 PM

I am sure the actual Master we know and love as Rapaire will soon return and set us aright as regards your self-serving conceits. Until then, he has my thanks for harassing mybroads. I mean, broadening my harassments. Hell, whatEver....



A


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 25 Aug 07 - 01:32 AM

Goodnight sweet Mother,
Life is a parting sorrow,
And days a sorrow's parting in their night.
So rest in peace, and send fine dream-days to your heart,
And come tomorrow, may you be aloft, and bright.
High in the ranks, above all silly sorrow
Another round of pure BS to start.

A


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Acme
Date: 25 Aug 07 - 02:00 AM

You two guys, you're such cunning linguists!


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 25 Aug 07 - 11:01 AM

My brother, who was a North Vietnamese linguist for the USAF, had a tee shirt that said "I am a cunning linguist." The Air Farce made him leave it in Okinawa.

Amos, you will be pleased to know that I am undergoing treatment to stop channeling Karl Rove.

You only THINK he's still alive.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 25 Aug 07 - 11:46 AM

I don't understand why the Air Force took away his tee shirt. But I have never understood the Air Force. And, typical human, I therefore suspect that no-one has ever really understood it.

I am pleased too hear you are changing channels, Rapaire. I suggest you tune in to Madame Blavatski, or perhaps Shirley Temple Black.

A


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 25 Aug 07 - 11:50 AM

Actually, I meant Aimee Semple McPherson (1890-1944) . Sorry.


A


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Acme
Date: 25 Aug 07 - 01:14 PM

That'll be exciting!


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Little Hawk
Date: 25 Aug 07 - 01:18 PM

A "North Vietnamese linguist"??? Vietnam is one country, and always has been except during the approximately 20 year period in which the USA starting screwing around in there (following the ejection of the French colonial government). The people in the north end of it speak the same language as the people in the south end, don't they?

What did he do, preface every statement by holding up a sign with a red star on it? ;-)

Here is a link that tells you all about the Vietnamese language:

Can you say..."Doung Ngoung Minh"?

Just thought I'd do that to save Amos the trouble...


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 25 Aug 07 - 01:58 PM

Well, if you aren't a cunning linguist, you are probably descended from one...



A


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Little Hawk
Date: 25 Aug 07 - 02:01 PM

I am descended from a very odd lot of people. But then, most people are fairly odd when you get to know them well.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 25 Aug 07 - 03:03 PM

To be more precise, he learned the northern dialect and accent of the Vietnamese language. You are quite correct, LH, that Vietnam was and is one country, artifically divided as Korea is and Germany was. The US should also be included, I suppose, as we are artifically divided from our Northern states, such as Ontario and Labrador and Alberta. After we reunite with with them we will, of course, have to embark upon a massive campaign to teach our long-separated citizens to speak and spell correctly, of course.

My brother used the example of the P and Q Celtic languages to explain the difference between the dialects of North and South Vietnam and the way he explained it makes sense. You should be able to work it out for yourself from there.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Little Hawk
Date: 25 Aug 07 - 03:38 PM

Ah...I thought it might be something like that.

Regarding the artificial division of the USA, Rapaire, I think that happened between 1861 and 1865.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Janie
Date: 25 Aug 07 - 03:56 PM

LH,

How you can look at any map of our recent elections and say divisions in the US are artificial is beyond me. Red and blue, after all, are both primary colors.

J


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Little Hawk
Date: 25 Aug 07 - 04:24 PM

Well, it's kind of like football, Janie. What I mean is, it's sort of arbitrary. It works like this: you invent a couple of teams, give them names and players, and send them out onto a field to knock hell out of each other. You teach half the people in the area to cheer for one team, and half to cheer for the other. Everybody starts to think something real is at stake...and that's when the trouble begins.

Artificial division. ;-)

The object of the game? To keep people entertained and to make money for those few who are in charge of the game.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 25 Aug 07 - 04:38 PM

Unfortunately, our species has built in circuits somewhere that makes sickers of us for exactly that sort of synthetic experience.

Anything for a game, eh?


A


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Little Hawk
Date: 25 Aug 07 - 04:46 PM

Yep. ;-) We love it. Even war is a gigantic game of a similar sort...but one with extremely destructive rules of play.

There have been many societies for whom war was THE most popular game going.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Janie
Date: 25 Aug 07 - 05:31 PM

Humph! Artificial? Artificial, you say? Do you really mean to imply I should stop washing my son's mouth out with soap when he cheers for Duke over Carolina?

Well, I never...!


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 25 Aug 07 - 05:58 PM

I once knew a Carolina guy who hadn't ever been in jail AND he wasn't a drunkard.

Of course, he'd died at the age of 3.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 25 Aug 07 - 05:59 PM

KP -> KP4.


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