Pease Porridge Zot, Pease Porridge Cold, Trolls Sitting in a Pot, Nine Days Old

International Legume Coalition

[fox news fan]

All we are saying is give peas a chance
All we are saying is give peas a chance

War! - huh- yeah-
What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing
Uh-huh
War! – huh – yeah-
What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing
Say it again y’all
War! – huh – good God
What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing
Listen to me…

All we are saying is give peas a chance
All we are saying is give peas a chance

Yes, how many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky ?
Yes, how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry ?
Yes, how many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died ?
The answer my friend is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind.

All we are saying is give peas a chance
All we are saying is give peas a chance

Where have all the young men gone?
Long time passing
Where have all the young men gone?
Long time ago
Where have all the young men gone?
Gone for soldiers every one
When will they ever learn?
When will they ever learn?

Where have all the soldiers gone?
Long time passing
Where have all the soldiers gone?
Long time ago
Where have all the soldiers gone?
Gone to graveyards every one
When will they ever learn?
When will they ever learn?

All we are saying is give peas a chance
All we are saying is give peas a chance

[tuliptree76]

Aah.

[Irish_Thatcherite]

I may do so!

[NicknamedBob]

Hunters, gatherers.

[King Prout]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRGH!!!!

Now I gotta wait until FEBRUARY to see Adama kick Admiral Caine's ass!

[King Prout]

yeah.
never expected my momma to be "typically female" about a weapon - she's usually MUCH more sensible.

[King Prout]

correction: JANUARY

bad enough

[Irish_Thatcherite]

Screw it! - We are done when we are done! Let us both get to 40 before we start talking this way, there are people a lot older than us here - they are young at heart!

[Irish_Thatcherite]

Agricultural Revolution.

[NicknamedBob]

"... there are people a lot older than us here - they are young at heart!"

Thanks for noticing!

[NicknamedBob]

What came next? It should be called "The Age of Weapons."

[Irish_Thatcherite]

And some younger than Tulip and myself - I don't what to say there....

[Irish_Thatcherite]

Ur.

[NicknamedBob]

" I don't (know) what to say there...."

Yeah! It's a blasted inconvenience to have to watch your language!!

[Irish_Thatcherite]

Like upstarts?

[NicknamedBob]

"Ur."

Hey! I remember that group!

"Ur and the Chaldees." Oh yeah. Swinging group.

Couldn't beat "Stonehenge" though.

[Army Air Corps]

The Rolls-Royce Merlin engine was the best thing that ever happened to the Mustang. Power a-plenty at low and high altitude thanks to a two-stage supercharger.

[NicknamedBob]

"Like upstarts?"

No. I was thinking about some of the teen-agers with language skills who post here.

They almost pass for people.






(I'm kidding, of course!)

[King Prout]

"DEATH to the Enemies of the New People's Agriculture!"

[HKMk23]

I have a book recommendation for you. A collection of related short stories in hardcover, just over 100 pages, and wonderfully illustrated. I've read it three times and still it draws me back, again and again.

Tales of the Resistance

Here is the amazon.com listing for the hardcover edition (with all of the beautiful illustrations). There is a paperback edition, but I think it lacks the illustrations; part of what "makes" the book.

EXCERPT from "The Most Beautiful Player of All":

But then Thespia realized that a light was shining in the darkened auditorium.  The man she had seen in the gallery shadow seemed to be standing in his own light.  She gasped and took a closer look; he seemed vaguely familiar.  From the back of the hall, he raised his hand in greeting.  Slowly, hardly realizing she did so, she reached out her hand toward him.

And the theater quieted as all watched the man walk within a center of radiance to the orchestra pit.  He perched upon the rim, apologized to the musicians, and vaulted up onto the stage.  "This is where I make my entrance, I believe," he said, and his voice was wonderful, filled with the echo of faraway hills and laughing country streams.

He stood in the middle of the stage and held out strong arms.  "There is a real kingdom," he announced, "and a real king."

[King Prout]

oooo... you are SO gonna get flamed, Bob.