is this quiddich? (Score: 1)
by chipotle_pickle on Saturday, July 05, 2003 @ 06:16:06 UTC
(User Info | Send a Message) http://freehydrogen.blogspot.com | Good grief. Speak your own language, or just shut up. Fraicais, deutch, zhong wen, Elvish, whatever. It's impossible that anyone could translate you into English worse than you. Are you a troll, muggle, or cloud-kookoo-creature? In muggle-speak, the charges have been answered and returned back with reletivistic velocity. If you are any closer than Neptune, it's already too late to duck.
There is no other pill to take.
I can speak troll if needed. I just watched Braveheart, and professor Peat N Barley is aching to chime in. I'll add that none of the kook schemes, delusions, scams, lies, misdirections, or wacky mistranslations of ordinary claims presented here has ever matched the lucidity of Hoax Industries or Doctor Lark
http://dougllark.maddsites.com/. If you can't debunk Lark, then you can't rebunk your pet scam, delusion, or whatever.
Bulls on parade.
For cloud-kookoo speak, I'll need help interpteting the charges. This list should have as much kookspeak expertise as anyplace. Maybe Red Pill or Smhoke could translate the charges into muggle. Are these charges too kooky even for them? If there be no interpreter, let this kook silence, and speak to himself, and to g-d. (1 Corinthians 14:27-28).
Now testify.
Are Rage Against The Machine lyrics easier or harder to understand than standard English? Je veux dire, pour vous. Ils sont tout le meme pour mois.
Sleep now in the fire.
Consider that the romantic Scottish nationalism of Braveheart is a fiction invented about the Picts, the Caledonians conquered by Rome. The following was written by a close relative of the butcher responsible for the destruction of Caledonia. What side was Tacitus on? What's his message to Rome? Does it mean anything to muggles now?
Whenever I consider the origin of this war and the necessities of our position, I have a sure confidence that this day, and this union of yours, will be the beginning of freedom to the whole of Britain. To all of us slavery is a thing unknown; there are no lands beyond us, and even the sea is not safe, menaced as we are by a Roman fleet. And thus in war and battle, in which the brave find glory, even the coward will find safety. Former contests, in which, with varying fortune, the Romans were resisted, still left in us a last hope of succour, inasmuch as being the most renowned nation of Britain, dwelling in the very heart of the country, and out of sight of the shores of the conquered, we could keep even our eyes unpolluted by the contagion of slavery. To us who dwell on the uttermost confines of the earth and of freedom, this remote sanctuary of Britain's glory has up to this time been a defence. Now, however, the furthest limits of Britain are thrown open, and the unknown always passes for the marvellous. But there are no tribes beyond us, nothing indeed but waves and rocks, and the yet more terrible Romans, from whose oppression escape is vainly sought by obedience and submission. Robbers of the world, having by their universal plunder exhausted the land, they rifle the deep. If the enemy be rich, they are rapacious; if he be poor, they lust for dominion; neither the east nor the west has been able to satisfy them. Alone among men they covet with equal eagerness poverty and riches. To robbery, slaughter, plunder, they give the lying name of empire; they make a desert and call it peace.
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