Posted on 06/09/2005 5:05:30 AM PDT by PJ-Comix
please ping me!
I meant to include you in my post with thanks for your post about Pitt's Lament. I didn't bring the printed excerpts back with me so was glad to see what I was looking for in your post.
When Pitt is talking about getting "frightened PMs and e-mails" from reps of the websites that allowed Andy's personal fund-raiser on their sites, I don't think he means that the reps are frightened that they haven't raised enough money to save Andy.
So, what are they "frightened" of?
You know, madam, I worked last night--put 24 hours of accounting work into 8 hours--and a friend, and a friend of his, dropped by. I wasn't in the mood for company, but I'm a good sport anyway.
So the friend, the cop, had been chewing on the idea that this actually involves some sort of blackmail, while his friend, the tax-man, swore it seems like a "collection" to pay gambling or drug debts.
(This story has engrossed thousands living in a New Jersey-sized section of the state.)
Well, I am skeptical of the latter; the red round one is not a known drug-user (excepting an excess of adult beverages, which is not good for weight and diabetes), nor is the red round one a known gambler.
I don't know what to think; as you might imagine, there are all sorts of theories and guesses spinning around all over the internet--even if the DUmmie FUnnies, Scamdy, Free Republic, that other conservative web-site, and DUmmieland were to evaporate, well, this is just S-O-O-O all over the internet, it is not going to die, until its inevitable inexorable conclusion.
I really dislike intruding on P-J's turf, but I think there is a book in all this--the story is packed full of crime, passion, lust, mystery, drama, deceit, comedy; even show tunes and a radio show.
There is just so much here, it would make a 750-page book.
I wonder if the Max Amann of the Andyites might be interested in publishing the book.....
You know, I had a dream the other night.
I dreamt that I met the erstwhile and much-maligned Bev Harris--not to give her money, because her cause and my cause are different (she likes machines, I like paper-and-pencil)--but just to give her a "howdy" and a couple dozen roses, and to get her autograph.
So she offered to take me to see something in Seattle; some great big huge building with thick walls. We stood on top of one wall, looking down at a bunch of ant-like creatures in striped black-and-white suits, each with a bowling-ball attached to one leg, and they all were hacking away at rocks.
She pointed out one to me, who had lost considerable weight.
So then we went out to dine, and I got Bev Harris a bottle of Chateau Rothschild 1928--an excellent year--while I myself simply settled for a bottle of St-Louis Beaujolais, that bitter red wine that tastes like the blood of one's enemies.
You know, I have no complaints; throughout my life, a lot of my dreams have come true.
Scamdy.com is back up! New homepage! Hehehe
Why trembles honesty and like a murderer,
Why seeks he refuge from the frowns of his immortal station,
Must the generous tremble & leave his joy to the idle: to the pestilence!
That mock him? who commanded this, what God? what Angel!
To keep the gen'rous from experience till the ungenerous
Are unrestrained performers of the energies of nature;
Till pity is become a trade, and generosity a science,
That men get rich by, and the sandy desart is giv'n to the strong
--William Blake, America a Prophecy, plate 13
Great quote. It bears repeating!
Ooooh nice pun.
NOTE Moderator, please delete photo if they put something else in its place or re-direct or remove if it's against the TOS. thank you.
Ha, I read that as Haliburton was the grand prize, LOL.
When I lived in Puerto Rico there was an Eskimo kid in my class. The kid was huge. He was about 6 feet tall in the seventh grade. I still remember his name. Fred Duncan. Kind of strange an Eskimo in Puerto Rico. What happened is that he was an orphan and an older white couple adopted him. I wonder what happened to Fred Duncan. Could he be back in Alaska?
Lame DUmmies trying to sound HIP!
We drove up north today and Danali was (no cloud cover) right there. along with about 15 other mountains that sit right by it. 20,000 feet high.
Man, it is wild over in DU. Reminds me of the Jim Jones/ Jonestown thing. Those who refuse to drink the koolaid are shot/banished. Maybe we could call this SKonestown. Short for Skinner and Jonestown, and its obvious that Andy is very familar with scones.
Andy Stevenson died last night. May God go with him.
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