There is no reason - in my opinion - to glorify any promilitaric politics...
1 posted on
03/09/2004 1:36:43 AM PST by
noyce
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To: noyce
Owen, Wilfred, 1893-1918, English poet. Owen, who died on the French front in World War I, wrote of the horror and pity of war in verse that transfigured traditional meter and diction. Siegfried SASSOON published 24 of Owen's poems posthumously (1920).
Your poet was a soldier. Certainly he understood war's pain and futility.
But he served his country, and died in its service.
I don't think he meant we shouldn't fight. I think he meant we shouldn't die unmourned. And he wasn't.
39 posted on
03/09/2004 8:03:04 AM PST by
NicknamedBob
("When you change the way you look at things, the things you look at change." -- Dr. Wayne Dyer)
To: noyce
You're entitled to your opinion. I'm not entitled to agree though.
40 posted on
03/09/2004 8:08:49 AM PST by
mhking
To: Mudboy Slim; Sabertooth
Paging song and poetry folks to this German thang's post ...
43 posted on
03/09/2004 8:23:13 AM PST by
MeekOneGOP
(The Democrats say they believe in CHOICE. I have chosen to vote STRAIGHT TICKET GOP for years !!)
To: noyce
In your opinion?
YOUR OPINION SUCKS.
And now, some words spoken with the heck power of "Voice of the Abomination":
May your intestines boil inside your stomach as they are possesed by demons of ghastly stench as your eyes rot inside your putrid skull while your brain runs out of your ears as the green slime that it is.
May your bowels unstopper themselves during meetings, and your tongue turn to leather in your lying mouth.
May your relationships with the opposite sex fail miserably due to chronic and painful flaming urination and infectios seeping.
May you experience the torment of a million mad souls laughing and burning in eternity.
May you suffer the burnination of a hundred hells.
For your information, TROLL, the freedoms you take for granted today and indeed urinate upon with your supposed intellect are guaranteed by the military you insult.
As a former soldier, I SPIT ON YOUR GRAVE and the GRAVES OF YOUR ANCESTORS.
May there NEVER be a person in your family without a pustule, boil, or other infectious DISEASE on down into your children's children's children's days.
46 posted on
03/09/2004 8:40:19 AM PST by
Darksheare
(Fortune for today: Cats cannot be turned into nunchucks by tying their tails together.)
To: noyce
Peaceful tommorrows through DESTRUCTION of one's enemies TODAY.
You're either with us and for us, or you are with the terrorists and for the terrorists.
Gerhard and Chirac have placed their snotty nosed lot with the terrorists.
And you have as well.
50 posted on
03/09/2004 9:00:10 AM PST by
Darksheare
(Fortune for today: Cats cannot be turned into nunchucks by tying their tails together.)
Der Spiegel has sent
Us many newfound trolls.
Their taunts and ridicule
Motivate us to the polls.
51 posted on
03/09/2004 9:03:42 AM PST by
weegee
('...Kerry is like that or so a crack sausage.')
To: noyce; All
Outright LIES highlighted in
BOLD.
From this troll's BO page, er.. Bio page.
I love America...
I love to think without limits
I love europe and germany
I love all people in the world.
Seems he lacks in social development and needs alot of love.
I'll show him some love, a steel toed boot up his pansy pacifist dhimmified terrorist supporting capitulating sphincter!
53 posted on
03/09/2004 9:07:41 AM PST by
Darksheare
(Fortune for today: Cats cannot be turned into nunchucks by tying their tails together.)
To: noyce
There is no reason - in my opinion - to glorify any promilitaric politics...
59 posted on
03/09/2004 9:24:01 AM PST by
weegee
('...Kerry is like that or so a crack sausage.')
To: noyce
Here's something you'll understand:
Eins, zwei, drei, vier, fünf, sechs, sieben, acht, neun, aus
Alle warten auf das Licht
fürchtet euch fürchtet euch nicht
die Sonne scheint mir aus den Augen
sie wird heut Nacht nicht untergehen
und die Welt zählt laut bis zehn
Eins
Hier kommt die Sonne
Zwei
Hier kommt die Sonne
Drei
Sie ist der hellste Stern von allen
Vier
Hier kommt die Sonne
Die Sonne scheint mir aus den Händen
kann verbrennen, kann euch blenden
wenn sie aus den Fäusten bricht
legt sich heiss auf das Gesicht
sie wird heut Nacht nicht untergehen
und die Welt zählt laut bis zehn
Eins
Hier kommt die Sonne
Zwei
Hier kommt die Sonne
Drei
Sie ist der hellste Stern von allen
Vier
Hier kommt die Sonne
Fünf
Hier kommt die Sonne
Sechs
Hier kommt die Sonne
Sieben
Sie ist der hellste Stern von allen
Acht, neun
Hier kommt die Sonne
Die Sonne scheint mir aus den Händen
kann verbrennen, kann dich blenden
wenn sie aus den Fäusten bricht
legt sich heiss auf dein Gesicht
legt sich schmerzend auf die Brust
das Gleichgewicht wird zum Verlust
lässt dich hart zu Boden gehen
und die Welt zählt laut bis zehn
Eins
Hier kommt die Sonne
Zwei
Hier kommt die Sonne
Drei
Sie ist der hellste Stern von allen
Vier
Und wird nie vom Himmel fallen
Fünf
Hier kommt die Sonne
Sechs
Hier kommt die Sonne
Sieben
Sie ist der hellste Stern von allen
Acht , neun
Hier kommt die Sonne
61 posted on
03/09/2004 9:31:27 AM PST by
Darksheare
(Fortune for today: Cats cannot be turned into nunchucks by tying their tails together.)
To: noyce
62 posted on
03/09/2004 10:23:14 AM PST by
Professional Engineer
(Gooood Mooorrrrrnning, FReeeeReeeppuuubblic~It's TreadHead Tuesday!)
To: noyce
There is no reason - in my opinion - to glorify any promilitaric politics...
63 posted on
03/09/2004 10:28:49 AM PST by
Professional Engineer
(Gooood Mooorrrrrnning, FReeeeReeeppuuubblic~It's TreadHead Tuesday!)
To: noyce
KIPLING SAYS IT ALL MUCH MUCH BETTER!
71 posted on
03/09/2004 11:12:10 AM PST by
Khurkris
(Ranger On...I must be going...Urgent business to the South!)
To: noyce
Enjoy your happy dhimmitude.
Enjoy your happy dhimmitude
your rapturous chains
your fealty to the unlight
your unremitting and inevitable doom
Enjoy the damnation of your brotherman
the salacious rape of your sisterin
the brutal murder of your father
the despoiling of your family
Be happy when the executioner comes
all your problems are over
all your decisions made for you
all your concerns mere triflings
Your worries are over
the light has been put out.
88 posted on
03/16/2004 8:10:16 AM PST by
.cnI redruM
(!POT EHT OT PMUB)
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