Posted on 04/21/2007 6:42:25 PM PDT by Jim Robinson
Someone refered to it as “War and Peace”. I don’t know if they meant the book or figuratively. In some cases it came close to literally.
I don't answer silly rhetorical questions, but thanks for answering your own -- even though it required a prompt to do so.
Very good. Do YOU know who was sending mass emails?
In about an hour or so....?
ROFLOL!!!
Hi Dita...;0)
“Now there is no one left to take issue with you.”
Just a few motley RudyBot trolls are barely a drop in the bucket to this site. We will have plenty of debate about conservative issues.
But, you seem game - “I’ll be your huckleberry”
No, my fair cousin;
If we are mark’d to die, we are enow
To do our country loss; and if to live,
The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
God’s will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,
Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;
It yearns me not if men my garments wear;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires.
But if it be a sin to covet honour,
I am the most offending soul alive.
No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England.
God’s peace! I would not lose so great an honour
As one man more methinks would share from me
For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more!
Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host,
That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
Let him depart; his passport shall be made,
And crowns for convoy put into his purse;
We would not die in that man’s company
That fears his fellowship to die with us.
This day is call’d the feast of Crispian.
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam’d,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say ‘To-morrow is Saint Crispian.’
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,
And say ‘These wounds I had on Crispian’s day.’
Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
But he’ll remember, with advantages,
What feats he did that day. Then shall our names,
Familiar in his mouth as household words-
Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester-
Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb’red.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne’er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered-
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne’er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And gentlemen in England now-a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs’d they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin’s day.
(Shakespeare, Henry V)
Hi, I have more time for FReeping tonight... after dinnah...;^)
Why? Because you say so?
Rudy can beat the Hildabeast and only Rudy!
Because you say so?
The Demonrats fear him the most.
What a load! They have more dirt on him than the rest combined!
He will apoint judges that will not advance abortion.
Empty promises from him and you.
After all has happened here on this thread, you must have a death wish.
I am gonna' miss making fun of Rudy to the bots.
Rudy was my muse.
I love your tagline...
And the rest just walk into the Bug-Zapper...;0)
Bravo Zulu!
LOL.....zzzzzzt.
LOL...I think you can take your time at dinner...LOL...
LOL!
Kind of works both ways.
— But, are you calling me a troll or a joker?
Do I have to choose from one of those? Can’t I write-in something else?
I’ve gotta go home. G’nite all.
I'd like to know too. I never got any. I think I'm supposed to feel left out.
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