The second thing he did was to go to the store and find an apple which was placed under the tree. There he was able to discover something no worse than the thought of going to town and eating his bill and finding a house of his own. When the world was out of touch with him, he was then finally able to spend the rest of the year working for his own estate and finally eating the wonderful apple pie his wife made. Worst of all, he was undermined by his own brother when the pie competition came up short, and he had to go eat a cake with his father who was unable to eat the dog AND the pie and he said, well, if you don't get me a dog, i'm going to have to tell you to set up a grand old piano in the basement, and then walk to the store where they are made, and eat one of them for breakfast, which you love so much, but in the end will end up destroying you with its mighty power of joy, that wonderful sweetness which controls your soul and your ability to work with all those around you and find true happiness through love and stability in family, and self worth and everything else you seem to enjoy so much you lazy, worthless, good-for-nothing son of a bitch, thinking you're so smart, but you're not, and I'll kill you, really kill you, and you'll be dead, forever.
CALL OUT THREAD: theman
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Evadman
Administrator Emeritus<br>Elite Member
- Feb 18, 2001
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There's a question that's been on my mind lately: What exactly is theman trying to hide? I mean, theman's diatribes are extensive and frequent and are laden with orchidaceous words like "gastrohysterorrhaphy" and "anthropomorphotheist". Let me cut to the chase: You won't find many of theman's hired goons who will openly admit that they favor theman's schemes to pigeonhole people into predetermined categories. In fact, their ventures are characterized by a plethora of rhetoric to the contrary. If you listen closely, though, you'll hear how carefully they cover up the fact that theman proclaims at every opportunity that he'd never use both overt and covert deceptions to publish blatantly fatuous rhetoric as "education" for children to learn in school. The gentleman doth protest too much, methinks.
With friends like theman, who needs enemies? I mean, some people think it's a bit extreme of me to criticize his solutions publicly for their formalistic categories, their spurious claims of neutrality, and their blindness to the abuse of private power?a bit over the top, perhaps. Well, what I ought to remind such people is that theman and his grunts are overbearing marauders. This is not set down in complaint against them, but merely as analysis. Currently, his squibs merely threaten, degrade, poison, bulldoze, and kill this world of ours. As you will see in a matter of days, this is only the tip of a gigantic iceberg. theman often argues that arriving at a true state of comprehension is too difficult and/or time-consuming. A similar argument was first made over 1200 years ago by a well-known windbag and was quickly disproved. In those days, however, no one would have doubted that all the deals theman makes are strictly one-way. theman gets all the rights, and the other party gets all the obligations.
Despite some perceptions to the contrary, theman has frequently been spotted making nicey-nice with cold-blooded radicals. Is this because he needs their help to sugarcoat the past and dispense false optimism for the future? It is only when one has an answer to that question is it possible to make sense of his scare tactics because libertinism is not merely an attack on our moral fiber. It is also a politically motivated attack on knowledge.
A great many of us don't want theman to create a world without history, without philosophy, without science, without reason?a world without beauty of any kind, without art, without literature, without culture. But we feel a prodigious societal pressure to smile, to be nice, and not to object to his flighty vaporings. In asserting that it's okay if his expositions initially cause our quality of life to degrade because "sometime", "someone" will do "something" "somehow" to counteract that trend, theman demonstrates an astounding narrowness of vision. Whenever there's an argument about his devotion to principles and to freedom, all one has to do is point out that it's only rational to think, "theman is leading us down the road of hedonism". That should settle the argument pretty quickly. He doesn't care about freedom, as he can neither eat it nor put it in the bank. It's just a word to him.
If society were a beer bottle?something, I believe, that theman holds in high regard?he would indeed be the nauseating bit at the bottom that only the homeless like to drink. I attribute the social and psychological problems of modern society to the fact that he truly believes that our elected officials should be available for purchase by special-interest groups. I hope you realize that that's just a pigheaded pipe dream from an unbridled, malodorous pipe and that in the real world, collectivism has never been successful in the long run. Stated differently, wherever you look, you'll see him enforcing intolerance in the name of tolerance. You'll see him suppressing freedom in the name of freedom. And you'll see him crushing diversity of opinion in the name of diversity.
theman's orations do not represent progress. They represent insanity masquerading as progress. Now I certainly do not want to sound discouraging, but theman's secret passion is to regulate exclusivism. For shame! To put it another way, if we briefly prescind from the main point of this letter we can focus on how I try never to argue with theman because it's clear he's not susceptible to reason.
Most of us who have been around for a while realize that theman has stated that he can convince criminals to fill out an application form before committing a crime. That's just pure anti-intellectualism. Well, in theman's case, it might be pure ignorance, seeing that if theman can give us all a succinct and infallible argument proving that he understands the difference between civilization and savagery, I will personally deliver his Nobel Prize for Overweening Rhetoric. In the meantime, theman complains a lot. What's ironic, though, is that he hasn't made even a single concrete suggestion for improvement or identified a single problem with the system as it exists today.
theman would have us believe that fogyism is absolutely essential to the well-being of society. Not surprisingly, his evidence for that thoroughly sappy claim is top-heavy with anonymous sources and, to put it mildly, he has a checkered track record for accuracy. I profess it would be more accurate for theman to say that what he is doing is not an innocent, recreational sort of thing. It is a criminal activity, it is an immoral activity, it is a socially destructive activity, and it is a profoundly insufferable activity.
Others have stated it much more eloquently than I, but if we contradict theman, we are labelled huffy, cuckoo money-worshippers. If we capitulate, however, we forfeit our freedoms. Our country is being destroyed by noxious, asinine dunderheads. Hence and therefore, theman's inveracities are designed to precipitate riots. And they're working; they're having the desired effect.
Taking that notion one step further, we can see that theman likes to cite poll results that "prove" that it is his moral imperative to saddle the economy with crippling debt. Really? Have you ever been contacted by one of his pollsters? Chances are good that you never have been contacted and never will be. Otherwise, the polls would show that some people I know say that letting theman abandon me on a desert island sends a clear message to the worst types of warped reprobates there are that they can leave behind a wake of infantile reaction. Others argue that the unbalanced sadism in theman's whinges is not always explicit. At this point the distinction is largely academic given that if it were true, as he claims, that those who disagree with him should be cast into the outer darkness, should be shunned, should starve, then I wouldn't be saying that the pen is a powerful tool. Why don't we use that tool to condemn?without hesitation, without remorse?all those who contaminate clear thinking with theman's querulous musings? And there you have it. theman's zealots have an almost identical mentality, as if they all had been cloned from a single stentorian prototype.
With friends like theman, who needs enemies? I mean, some people think it's a bit extreme of me to criticize his solutions publicly for their formalistic categories, their spurious claims of neutrality, and their blindness to the abuse of private power?a bit over the top, perhaps. Well, what I ought to remind such people is that theman and his grunts are overbearing marauders. This is not set down in complaint against them, but merely as analysis. Currently, his squibs merely threaten, degrade, poison, bulldoze, and kill this world of ours. As you will see in a matter of days, this is only the tip of a gigantic iceberg. theman often argues that arriving at a true state of comprehension is too difficult and/or time-consuming. A similar argument was first made over 1200 years ago by a well-known windbag and was quickly disproved. In those days, however, no one would have doubted that all the deals theman makes are strictly one-way. theman gets all the rights, and the other party gets all the obligations.
Despite some perceptions to the contrary, theman has frequently been spotted making nicey-nice with cold-blooded radicals. Is this because he needs their help to sugarcoat the past and dispense false optimism for the future? It is only when one has an answer to that question is it possible to make sense of his scare tactics because libertinism is not merely an attack on our moral fiber. It is also a politically motivated attack on knowledge.
A great many of us don't want theman to create a world without history, without philosophy, without science, without reason?a world without beauty of any kind, without art, without literature, without culture. But we feel a prodigious societal pressure to smile, to be nice, and not to object to his flighty vaporings. In asserting that it's okay if his expositions initially cause our quality of life to degrade because "sometime", "someone" will do "something" "somehow" to counteract that trend, theman demonstrates an astounding narrowness of vision. Whenever there's an argument about his devotion to principles and to freedom, all one has to do is point out that it's only rational to think, "theman is leading us down the road of hedonism". That should settle the argument pretty quickly. He doesn't care about freedom, as he can neither eat it nor put it in the bank. It's just a word to him.
If society were a beer bottle?something, I believe, that theman holds in high regard?he would indeed be the nauseating bit at the bottom that only the homeless like to drink. I attribute the social and psychological problems of modern society to the fact that he truly believes that our elected officials should be available for purchase by special-interest groups. I hope you realize that that's just a pigheaded pipe dream from an unbridled, malodorous pipe and that in the real world, collectivism has never been successful in the long run. Stated differently, wherever you look, you'll see him enforcing intolerance in the name of tolerance. You'll see him suppressing freedom in the name of freedom. And you'll see him crushing diversity of opinion in the name of diversity.
theman's orations do not represent progress. They represent insanity masquerading as progress. Now I certainly do not want to sound discouraging, but theman's secret passion is to regulate exclusivism. For shame! To put it another way, if we briefly prescind from the main point of this letter we can focus on how I try never to argue with theman because it's clear he's not susceptible to reason.
Most of us who have been around for a while realize that theman has stated that he can convince criminals to fill out an application form before committing a crime. That's just pure anti-intellectualism. Well, in theman's case, it might be pure ignorance, seeing that if theman can give us all a succinct and infallible argument proving that he understands the difference between civilization and savagery, I will personally deliver his Nobel Prize for Overweening Rhetoric. In the meantime, theman complains a lot. What's ironic, though, is that he hasn't made even a single concrete suggestion for improvement or identified a single problem with the system as it exists today.
theman would have us believe that fogyism is absolutely essential to the well-being of society. Not surprisingly, his evidence for that thoroughly sappy claim is top-heavy with anonymous sources and, to put it mildly, he has a checkered track record for accuracy. I profess it would be more accurate for theman to say that what he is doing is not an innocent, recreational sort of thing. It is a criminal activity, it is an immoral activity, it is a socially destructive activity, and it is a profoundly insufferable activity.
Others have stated it much more eloquently than I, but if we contradict theman, we are labelled huffy, cuckoo money-worshippers. If we capitulate, however, we forfeit our freedoms. Our country is being destroyed by noxious, asinine dunderheads. Hence and therefore, theman's inveracities are designed to precipitate riots. And they're working; they're having the desired effect.
Taking that notion one step further, we can see that theman likes to cite poll results that "prove" that it is his moral imperative to saddle the economy with crippling debt. Really? Have you ever been contacted by one of his pollsters? Chances are good that you never have been contacted and never will be. Otherwise, the polls would show that some people I know say that letting theman abandon me on a desert island sends a clear message to the worst types of warped reprobates there are that they can leave behind a wake of infantile reaction. Others argue that the unbalanced sadism in theman's whinges is not always explicit. At this point the distinction is largely academic given that if it were true, as he claims, that those who disagree with him should be cast into the outer darkness, should be shunned, should starve, then I wouldn't be saying that the pen is a powerful tool. Why don't we use that tool to condemn?without hesitation, without remorse?all those who contaminate clear thinking with theman's querulous musings? And there you have it. theman's zealots have an almost identical mentality, as if they all had been cloned from a single stentorian prototype.
KoolAidKid
Golden Member
- Apr 29, 2002
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The curiously carved mirror that Lord Henry had given to him, so many years ago now, was standing on the table, and the white-limbed Cupids laughed round it as of old. Theman took it up, as theman had done on that night of horror when theman had first noted the change in the fatal picture, and with wild, tear-dimmed eyes looked into its polished shield. Once, some one who had terribly loved him had written to him a mad letter, ending with these idolatrous words: "The world is changed because you are made of ivory and gold. The curves of your lips rewrite history." The phrases came back to his memory, and theman repeated them over and over to himself. Then theman loathed his own beauty, and flinging the mirror on the floor, crushed it into silver splinters beneath his heel. It was his beauty that had ruined him, his beauty and the youth that theman had prayed for. But for those two things, his life might have been free from stain. His beauty had been to him but a mask, his youth but a mockery. What was youth at best? A green, an unripe time, a time of shallow moods, and sickly thoughts. Why had theman worn its livery? Youth had spoiled him.
Every night in my dreams
I see you, I feel you
That is how I know you go on
Far across the distance and spaces between us
You have come to show you go on
Near far wherever you are
I believe that the heart does go on
Once more you open the door
And you're here in my heart
And my heart will go on and on
Love can touch us one time and last for a lifetime
And never let go till we're gone
Love was when I loved you
One true time I hold you
In my life we'll always go on
Near far wherever you are
I believe that the heart does go on
Once more you open the door
And you're here in my heart
And my heart will go on and on
You're here, there's nothing I fear
And I know that my heart will go on
We'll stay forever this way
You are safe in my heart
And my heart will go on and on
I see you, I feel you
That is how I know you go on
Far across the distance and spaces between us
You have come to show you go on
Near far wherever you are
I believe that the heart does go on
Once more you open the door
And you're here in my heart
And my heart will go on and on
Love can touch us one time and last for a lifetime
And never let go till we're gone
Love was when I loved you
One true time I hold you
In my life we'll always go on
Near far wherever you are
I believe that the heart does go on
Once more you open the door
And you're here in my heart
And my heart will go on and on
You're here, there's nothing I fear
And I know that my heart will go on
We'll stay forever this way
You are safe in my heart
And my heart will go on and on
MrDudeMan
Lifer
- Jan 15, 2001
- 15,069
- 94
- 91
It was better not to think of the past. Nothing could alter that. It was of himself, and of his own future, that he had to think. James Vane was hidden in a nameless grave in Selby churchyard. Alan Campbell had shot himself one night in his laboratory, but had not revealed the secret that he had been forced to know. The excitement, such as it was, over Basil Hallward's disappearance would soon pass away. It was already waning. He was perfectly safe there. Nor, indeed, was it the death of Basil Hallward that weighed most upon his mind. It was the living death of his own soul that troubled him. Basil had painted the portrait that had marred his life. He could not forgive him that. It was the portrait that had done everything. Basil had said things to him that were unbearable, and that he had yet borne with patience. The murder had been simply the madness of a moment. As for Alan Campbell, his suicide had been his own act. He had chosen to do it. It was nothing to him.
RoloMather
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Pie. It has become a deadly and calorie-laden fixation with today's youth.
I say to you that we must hearken back to the soothing inanities of The Good Book and put not the pie before the bacon.
This heathenish practice of the laying of pie under trees must be eliminated from the face of this good green earth with the fury of a man locked out of his own bathroom and the zeal of a telemarketer on methamphetamine working on commission.
For it is only then that we may be excused from the dinner table of life and allowed to go watch the damn game, which started nearly an hour ago already.
- Oct 10, 1999
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I always wondered if you can call yourself out in a call out thread without getting a vacation.
as for the rest of this thread:
as for the rest of this thread:
alkemyst
No Lifer
- Feb 13, 2001
- 83,769
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We're no strangers to love
You know the rules and so do i
A full commitments what I'm thinking of
You wouldn't get this from any other guy
I just wanna tell you how I'm feeling
Gotta make you understand
Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry
Never gonna say goodbye
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you
We've know each other for so long
Your hearts been aching
But you're too shy to say it
Inside we both know what's been going on
We know the game and were gonna play it
And if you ask me how I'm feeling
Don't tell me you're too blind to see
Give you up. give you up
Give you up, give you up
Never gonna give
Never gonna give, give you up
Never gonna give
Never gonna give, give you up
I just wanna tell you how I'm feeling
Gotta make you understand
You know the rules and so do i
A full commitments what I'm thinking of
You wouldn't get this from any other guy
I just wanna tell you how I'm feeling
Gotta make you understand
Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry
Never gonna say goodbye
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you
We've know each other for so long
Your hearts been aching
But you're too shy to say it
Inside we both know what's been going on
We know the game and were gonna play it
And if you ask me how I'm feeling
Don't tell me you're too blind to see
Give you up. give you up
Give you up, give you up
Never gonna give
Never gonna give, give you up
Never gonna give
Never gonna give, give you up
I just wanna tell you how I'm feeling
Gotta make you understand
acheron
Diamond Member
- May 27, 2008
- 3,171
- 2
- 81
Hwæt! We Gardena in geardagum,
þeodcyninga, þrym gefrunon,
hu ða æþelingas ellen fremedon.
Oft Scyld Scefing sceaþena þreatum,
monegum mægþum, meodosetla ofteah,
egsode eorlas. Syððan ærest wearð
feasceaft funden, he þæs frofre gebad,
weox under wolcnum, weorðmyndum þah,
oðþæt him æghwylc þara ymbsittendra
ofer hronrade hyran scolde,
gomban gyldan. þæt wæs god cyning!
ðæm eafera wæs æfter cenned,
geong in geardum, þone god sende
folce to frofre; fyrenðearfe ongeat
þe hie ær drugon aldorlease
lange hwile. Him þæs liffrea,
wuldres wealdend, woroldare forgeaf;
Beowulf wæs breme (blæd wide sprang),
Scyldes eafera Scedelandum in.
Swa sceal geong guma gode gewyrcean,
fromum feohgiftum on fæder bearme,
þæt hine on ylde eft gewunigen
wilgesiþas, þonne wig cume,
leode gelæsten; lofdædum sceal
in mægþa gehwære man geþeon.
Him ða Scyld gewat to gescæphwile
felahror feran on frean wære.
Hi hyne þa ætbæron to brimes faroðe,
swæse gesiþas, swa he selfa bæd,
þenden wordum weold wine Scyldinga;
leof landfruma lange ahte.
þær æt hyðe stod hringedstefna,
isig ond utfus, æþelinges fær.
þeodcyninga, þrym gefrunon,
hu ða æþelingas ellen fremedon.
Oft Scyld Scefing sceaþena þreatum,
monegum mægþum, meodosetla ofteah,
egsode eorlas. Syððan ærest wearð
feasceaft funden, he þæs frofre gebad,
weox under wolcnum, weorðmyndum þah,
oðþæt him æghwylc þara ymbsittendra
ofer hronrade hyran scolde,
gomban gyldan. þæt wæs god cyning!
ðæm eafera wæs æfter cenned,
geong in geardum, þone god sende
folce to frofre; fyrenðearfe ongeat
þe hie ær drugon aldorlease
lange hwile. Him þæs liffrea,
wuldres wealdend, woroldare forgeaf;
Beowulf wæs breme (blæd wide sprang),
Scyldes eafera Scedelandum in.
Swa sceal geong guma gode gewyrcean,
fromum feohgiftum on fæder bearme,
þæt hine on ylde eft gewunigen
wilgesiþas, þonne wig cume,
leode gelæsten; lofdædum sceal
in mægþa gehwære man geþeon.
Him ða Scyld gewat to gescæphwile
felahror feran on frean wære.
Hi hyne þa ætbæron to brimes faroðe,
swæse gesiþas, swa he selfa bæd,
þenden wordum weold wine Scyldinga;
leof landfruma lange ahte.
þær æt hyðe stod hringedstefna,
isig ond utfus, æþelinges fær.
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