Posted on 07/12/2005 3:43:26 PM PDT by mrmjwilson
Of Muddlers and Meddlers,
What can be told about rumors that grow, Of truths now sold and bushes that rove, Time is best spent justifying means, For this is the game or so it seems,
Of muddlers and meddlers for truths obscured, Oft-times require the lines to be blurred, For shadows of doubt to thrive and exist, Hidden are rules given a tweak or a twist…
By majority proxy power resides, Through obfuscation voting decides, Who shall wear the temporary crown, When careful rumors and confusion abound?
Oh perpetrators of treachery, tricks and deceit, Your lies add doubt and insult to injury, To still great causes with still further to go, To realize fruit from what has been sold,
But misplaced is our focus yet once again, For it is us who demands results my friend, With our eyes wide-shut to method or means, On which the muddler and meddler leans!
Michael Wilson
Both Flaggs here in one ZOT?!
A sign that this one'll hurt.
Yeah, we heard you the first time.
The ZOT actually PMed me:
Re: Of Meddlers And Muddlers
From mrmjwilson | 07/12/2005 4:47:03 PM MDT read
I am sorry, but what does the acronym IBZ stand for?
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I guess he found out.
Is this really the only place you can get published?
Feel free to have the first swing, sir. :)
And now a message to the left:
Dunciad Book 4
640 Art after Art goes out, and all is Night.
641 See skulking Truth to her old cavern fled,
642 Mountains of Casuistry heap'd o'er her head!
643 Philosophy, that lean'd on Heav'n before,
644Shrinks to her second cause, and is no more.
645 Physic of Metaphysic begs defence,
646 And Metaphysic calls for aid on Sense !
647 See Mystery to Mathematics fly!
648 In vain! they gaze, turn giddy, rave, and die.
649 Religion blushing veils her sacred fires,
650 And unawares Morality expires.
651 Nor public Flame, nor private , dares to shine;
652 Nor human Spark is left, nor Glimpse divine !
653 Lo! thy dread Empire, Chaos! is restor'd;
654 Light dies before thy uncreating word:
655 Thy hand, great Anarch! lets the curtain fall;
656 And universal Darkness buries All.
Why, thanks.
Reads like a poem about Christine Gregoire to me.
A moron you are; a poet you're not. I'm most delighted to see your crap post get the ZOT!
You are a nut! Do not know what kind, though.
Dang! IAZ.
I corrected it for you my friend...
The CORRECTED version:
Of Muddlers and Meddlers,
What can be told about rumors that grow, Of lies now sold and Michael Wilson that roam, Time is best spent justifying memos, For this is the game or so it seems,
Of muddlers and meddlers for three purple hearts obscured, Oft-times require the lines to be blurred, For shadows of doubt to thrive and exist, Hidden are rules given a tweak or a twist…
By media proxy power resides, Through fraudulent memos voting decides, Who shall wear the temporary crown, When careful rumors and confusion abound?
Oh perpetrators of treachery, tricks and deceit, Your Dan Rather adds doubt and insult to injury, To still great causes with still further to go, To realize fruit from what has been sold,
But misplaced is our focus yet once again, For it is us who demands results my friend, With my eyes wide-shut to method or means, On which the muddler and meddler leans!
-Michael "Not only is there a load in my pants, but also in my head" Wilson
Who took a stroll.
In a Free Republic game.
He found out his lot.
Was to become a Zot.
And that was the end of his fame.
Did you get me the jar of pickles I asked for?
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