I'MMA LET YOU FINISH
Ruddigore!!!!!
This is the very model of a modern press whore wanking fest.
They feign indignation and all sorts of things hard to digest.
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I've noticed in recent weeks that the rightards and the chairborne commandos have become increasingly pathetic in their attempts at trolling. They have no ammunition to fight with to support their boy-king so they just jump up and down and whine a lot...
WHhhhaaaaaa!!!!
go Fielding go!
Wonder why recruitment is way down? Are there still some LGFuckups left?
HA! That's great. That must be some nice wine you're drinking to put you in a Gilbert & Sullivan mood...
-And, yes, the trolls have been rather low-breed lately, haven't they?
It is easy being a John Wayne pretend patriot when one is at home. But now we need real fighters they all slink away.
Rah rah rah.
Mommy still breast-feeds me.
Eschaton troll, I guess that explains why you suck.
Elaine, hope you don't mind, I linked to your article about making the pope a nazi on the livejournal Doonesbury feed.
Sorry Atrios, your little jibes simply aren't going to goad us into partnering with the enemy like we did in Vietnam.
GD MRNNG!
MPCH BSH!
FCK BSH!
FCK TH YNKS!
HV 
NC DY!
I positively enjoy being the turd in the punchbowl and I have no idea why.
Repeat.
--Standard issue Eschaton Troll
i think atrios and i are in the same mood this morning...
I linked this below, but since is presumably an open thread it is more appropiate here. DKos has an excellent article about our faux prez being out of the loop on Wednesday during the Cessna attack.
Worst.President.Ever
I am the very model of a right-wing intellectual,
My arguments are pedantic, ill-advised, and ineffectual,
I set up straw men, knock them down, declare myself too smart by half,
And contradict myself at least in every other paragraph;
I take a condescending tone, as if to teach a stubborn child,
I really want to soothe the rabble, keep them docile, keep them mild,
I play at being common man, though strictly of the ruling class,
And can't unravel why I'm called a who-d'you-think-you're-fooling ass.
I dare not ask a question of Dear Leader and his underlings,
They've promised that at some point I'll receive some minor Mordor rings,
So, to the hem of power I cling, and let things go to Heck I will,
In short, the very model of a right-wing intellectual!
The Vile Spweing is addictive.
FILKER-TOM, FILKER-TOM, FILKER-TOM ...
That was outstanding.
Elaine Supkis,
Your piece on Uzbekistan and Pooty was excellent.
jeezus, filkertom, you are one prolific moonbat!
excellent filkertom
Filkertom,
I'm picturing "Sideshow" Bob Terwilliger singing your G&S lyrics.
Boffo.
Atrios, we have our own G&S in filkertom!
Oh, filkertom, that you weren't already taken by your very own lovely lady...Sigh.
Another fund-o angst story brought to you for your morning edification by me, Ba'al. Can you help this troll?
Dear Pastor Bob, I have become enslaved to gratifying my flesh, to the sin of masturbation, sometimes even without pornography! I am a slave to my own lusts; unable to break free from this debilitating habit that makes Jesus weep and makes me unworthy of the Virgin. Because I am unable to stop this behavior, I feel ashamed and frustrated. I have difficulty interacting in social situations because I know that I have a deep dark secret -- the secret that I am a slave to fondling myself, caressing myself, and to orgasm.
I have read my Bible on this. It says that demon masturbation is indulging the flesh, which leads to sin-slavery (John 8:34). Masturbation makes us begin to live according to the dictates of the flesh and to become slaves to the "misdeeds of the body." Scripture warns us about this kind of activity, "For if you live according to the flesh (by giving in to its desires), you will die" and tells us how to stop, "but if by the Spirit you put to death the misdeeds of the body, you will live" (Romans 8:13).
Pastor Bob, I am so frightened. Am I going to go to hell for all of this masturbation? Help me please, I can't stop.
Thank you, thank you, thank you, and thank you! [/Fozzie] Can't stay long, but couldn't let that go by.
Morning, filkertom! *waves*
You are the very model of a funny punning commenter.
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All will be well son if you follow this suggestion:
Masturbate with a pump shotgun.
Son,
Fear not about your masturbatory concerns. I spilled my seed on Mother Earth twice this morning.
The Bible was written by people, Son, not me. Humans are imperfect, and as such, they twisted my words a bit about the unimportant stuff.
Go forth and ejaculate all you want, especially if it relieves the stress that George Bush has put on the minds of most Americans.
Wow, between Atrios & Filkertom could we put on the
Pirates of Chimpsass?
filkertom sets a high standard for the day. nicely done, man.
A kid in my office is going to Iraq as a paramedic and firefighter with some KBR sub. He's got this incredible need to be a fireman -- is a volunteer on two departments and wears faux uniforms to work everyday.
He's Jewish, so he tells me they'll never let him leave a fortified base save to ride in an armed convey to another one. Well maybe. He lies constantly for no reason.
Claims he'll be home in a year with $100,000 in his pocket and all the certifications he needs to be a fireman.
He tells me he knows the war is lost and should never of been started, but seems to have no moral qualms about his coming adventure.
Anyways, seems like Jonah and others in the Fighting 101st Keyboarder White Feather Corps could do the same if they aren't up to actual combat.
At least we're hearing more about Downing Street.
Also, Bush's approval ratings are way down, according to Rasmussen. 46% approval, 54% disapproval.
*waves back* Hey. Attaturk and watertiger have fun with pictures. Holden's got the Gaggle. Lime Rickey is the god of limericks, and w00t's got boobies. It was either lyrical punning, or something verse.
Haha. Bravo, filkertom!
Put it on your next CD. (It will be incorporated into your performances, I hope.)
greetings and warmest regards CD
hope all is well with you and that your mood will be joyful before the sun goes down.
Have a nice day, folks.
I need to get some housework done, and I really need to plant a couple of lilac bushes that were given to me as a Christmas present last week by my friend.
Perfect weather for planting.
filkertom [bows low], my master.
Morning Vicki --
It's raining here
I emailed the link to this morning's Doonesbury to Elaine Supkis early roday -- it seemd SO apt!
Occupying Iraq to "stablize the region" diesn't seem to be wroking well so far, but I'm sure we've "turned the corner"...
Perfect weather for planting.
yeah, i would like to plant my foot right up rumsfeld's ass.
SIGH!
"working"
Prior Aelred - And "today".
Your fault, Attaturk.
Chimpy.
Oh, better far to be a jerk
And complain my job is such hard work,
Than talk of problems that we've shared,
And act as if I really cared.
Away to the mundane world go you,
Where having three jobs is better than two;
But Ill do better than Dad, the wimp,
And live and die a Pirate Chimp.
For I am a Pirate Chimp!
A lying, cheating, bone-stupid imp,
That's me, the Pirate Chimp!
I am a Pirate Chimp!
Chorus.
You are!
Hurrah for our Pirate Chimp!
Chimpy.
A cheerleader, not a commie symp,
That's me, the Pirate Chimp.
Chorus.
He is!
Hurrah for our Pirate Chimp!
Chimpy & Chorus.
Hurrah for the/our Pirate Chimp!
Chimpy.
When I give a speech, my handlers quake,
Ready to correct the least mistake.
I break a few more laws, its true,
Than a legal monarch ought to do;
But the problem with democracy
Is it impedes aristocracy,
My circle must stay well-to-do,
How else can we keep from being like you?
For I am a Pirate Chimp!
And for food and health care I won't scrimp,
That's me, the Pirate Chimp!
I am a Pirate Chimp!
Chorus.
You are!
Hurrah for the Pirate Chimp!
Chimpy.
Now bend over and take it till I'm limp,
'Cause I'm the Pirate Chimp.
Chorus.
He is!
Hurrah for our Pirate Chimp!
Chimpy & Chorus.
Hurrah for the/our Pirate Chimp!
filkertom and NYMary (who's also a big G&S fan) should get together and put on a show!
Good luck with the lilacs, Vicki. I've got some French lilacs blooming now, and the ones I picked have perfumed up the house, the scent is so strong. Give them lots of lime.
I have balls the size of raisins.
Dear Ba'al,
So what - you're telling me you can't afford a mule?
Get back to me when you have a real problem.
Your Humble Servant in God,
Pastor Bob
so much for typing class (& not taking time tp proof -- "dial-up haste")
Having played Sir Joseph in a grade-school production of HMS Pinafore, I appreciate this morning's G&S thread...
Also, Topsy-Turvy is one of my favorite movies of thew last decade.
I had finally managed to forget about that song since we did Ruddigore in college ... now I fear it's stuck in my head for the rest of the day... arghhhhhh.
And we are simply pundits who will natter natter natter natter, natter natter, natter!
If we're going to re-visit the 19th century, how about some Kipling?
At the end of the fight there's a tombstone white
With the name of the late deceased and the epitaph drear,
"A fool lies here who tried to hustle the East."
'If any question why we died,
Tell them, because our fathers lied.
It's hard to deny Kipling was racist, but the man did write some great poetry.
Actually, we're living through the real life version of "Iolanthe": Bush as president being the most unlikely political elevation since Strephon went to Parliament.
And the jokes about
"He never knew
He was talking to
An influential Fairy"
just write themselves.
Some more Kipling, from http://www.cs.rice.edu/~ssiyer/m...poems/
1414.html
All we have of freedom, all we use or know -
This our fathers bought for us long and long ago.
Ancient Right unnoticed as the breath we draw -
Leave to live by no mans leave, underneath the Law.
Lance and torch and tumult, steel and grey-goose wing
Wrenched it, inch and ell and all, slowly from the King.
Till our fathers 'stablished, after bloody years,
How our King is one with us, first among his peers.
So they bought us freedom - not at little cost
Wherefore must we watch the King, lest our gain be lost,
Over all things certain, this is sure indeed,
Suffer not the old King: for we know the breed.
Give no ear to bondsmen bidding us endure.
Whining "He is weak and far"; crying "Time shall cure.",
(Time himself is witness, till the battle joins,
Deeper strikes the rottenness in the peoples loins.)
Give no heed to bondsmen masking war with peace.
Suffer not the old King here or overseas.
They that beg us barter - wait his yielding mood -
Pledge the years we hold in trust - pawn our brother's blood -
Howso' great their clamour, whatsoe'er their claim,
Suffer not the old King under any name!
Here is naught unproven - here is naught to learn.
It is written what shall fall if the King return.
He shall mark our goings, question whence we came,
Set his guards about us, as in Freedom's name.
He shall take a tribute, toll of all our ware;
He shall change our gold for arms - arms we may not bear.
He shall break his judges if they cross his word;
He shall rule above the Law calling on the Lord.
He shall peep and mutter; and the night shall bring
Watchers 'neath our window, lest we mock the King -
Hate and all division; hosts of hurrying spies;
Money poured in secret, carrion breeding flies.
Strangers of his counsel, hirelings of his pay,
These shall deal our Justice: sell - deny - delay.
We shall drink dishonour, we shall eat abuse
For the Land we look to - for the Tongue we use.
We shall take our station, dirt beneath his feet,
While his hired captains jeer us in the street.
Cruel in the shadow, crafty in the sun,
Far beyond his borders shall his teachings run.
Sloven, sullen, savage, secret, uncontrolled,
Laying on a new land evil of the old -
Long-forgotten bondage, dwarfing heart and brain -
All our fathers died to loose he shall bind again.
Here is naught at venture, random nor untrue -
Swings the wheel full-circle, brims the cup anew.
Here is naught unproven, here is nothing hid:
Step for step and word for word - so the old Kings did!
Step by step, and word by word: who is ruled may read.
Suffer not the old Kings: for we know the breed -
All the right they promise - all the wrong they bring.
Stewards of the Judgment, suffer not this King!
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