Posted on 09/25/2001 8:06:47 AM PDT by mykdsmom
These people are religious extremists, not unlike the Taliban.
They are essentially Druids who believe that spirits live in trees and that humans must be sacrificed to their pagan gods.
abwehr could not have said it better. Everyone be sure to get CO's book, but he is right! They'll come after him. The poster girl for all these libs should be the face of Hellary during Bush's speech!
When are we gonna learn that control of property in the hands of government profits the politically dominant at the expense of our freedom?
Da' anti-nuclear move-mint off duh RICOnutz vast suck-cess-fill, un same-O same-O wit' da' injury crisis, ya' dig?. Da' rocka'-fellers und da' Roths-chilluns wuz jammin, dig dis: plunkin da' petrodollaren in da' russian coffers zen payin fur da' piece whippins wile wheeze run-in-an-snortin gas lines. Up wups Saint Rolo, and kicks Dem gas pricies out off control, sendinem into da tank. What it is, Mama! De rush-ins go broke an we all huzzah at de damn pours o' crapitillism. What it is, Mama! Den we gits BubbaBush an it all stawrts uba' agin.
I think it converted it to Creole or something...must be them pesky terrorists...
Wise words from the greatest president of the 20th century ("but he didn't do anything"...precisely why the appelation).
"But 'bout the wedding. Ole Burns hed a big black an' white bull, wif a ring in his snout, an' the rope tied up roun his ho'ns. They rid 'im tu mill, an' sich like wif a saddil made outen two dorgwood forks, an' two clapboards, kivered wif a ole piece ove carpet, rope girth, an' rope stirrups wif a loop in hit fur the foot. Ole 'Sock,' es they call'd the bull, hed jis' got back frum mill, an' wer turn'd intu the yard, saddil an' all, tu solace hissef a-pickin grass. I wer slungin roun the outside ove the hous', fur they hedn't hed the manners tu ax me in, when they sot down tu dinner. I wer pow'fully hurt 'bout hit, an' happen'd to think - SODY. So I sot in a-watchin fur a chance tu du sumthin. I fus' tho't I'd shave ole Capshaw's hoss's tail, go tu the stabil an' shave Sicily's mare's tail, an' ketch ole Burns out, an' shave his tail too. While I wer a-studyin 'bout this, ole Sock wer a-nosin 'roun, an' cum up ontu a big baskit what hilt a littil shattered co'n; he dipp'd in his head tu git hit, an' I slipp'd up an' jerked the handil over his ho'ns.It goes on and on like that with the bull busting backwards into a house with a wedding reception in progress...
He cum tail fust agin the ole two story Dutch clock, an' fotch hit, bustin hits runnin geer outen hit, the littil wheels a-trundlin over the floor, an' the bees even chasin them. Nex pass, he fotch up agin the foot ove a big dubbil injine bedstead, rarin hit on aind, an' punchin one ove the posts thru a glass winder. The nex tail fus' experdishun wer made aginst the caticorner'd cupboard, outen which he made a perfeck momox. Fus' he upsot hit, smashin in the glass doors, an' then jis' sot in an' stomp'd everything on the shelves intu giblits, a-tryin tu back furder in that direckshun, an' tu git the bees ofen his laigs.Needless to say, there was a heerow of our story, an he paid handsomely for it too..."Pickil crocks, perserves jars, vinegar jugs, seed bags, yarb bunches, paragorick bottils, aig baskits, an' delf war - all mix'd dam permiskusly, an' not worth the sortin, by a duller an' a 'alf. Nex he got a far back acrost the room agin the board pertishun; he went thru hit like hit hed been paper, takin wif him 'bout six foot squar ove hit in splinters, an' broken boards, intu the nex room, whar they wer eatin dinner, an' rite yere the fitin becum gineral, an' the dancin, squawkin, cussin, an' dodgin begun.
"Jis' es soon es ole Blackey got the use ove his eyes, he tore off down the lane tu out-run the bees, so durn'd fas' that ole Burns wer feard tu try tu git off. So he jis' socked his feet intu the rope loops, an' then cummenc'd the durndes' bull-ride ever mortal man ondertuck. Sock run atwix the hitched critters an' the railfence, ole Burns fast fitin him over the head wif the baskit tu stop him, an' then fitin the bees wif hit. I'll jis' be durn'd ef I didn't think he bed four ur five baskits, hit wer in so meny places at onst. Well, Burns, baskit, an' bull, an' bees, skared every durn'd hoss an' muel loose frum that fence - bees ontu all ove 'em, bees, by golly, everywhar. Mos' on 'em, too, tuck a fence rail along, fas' tu the bridil reins. Now I'll jis' gin yu leave tu kiss my sister Sall till she squalls, ef ever sich a sight wer seed ur sich nises hearn, es filled up that long lane. A heavy cloud ove dus', like a harycane hed been blowin, hid all the hosses, an' away abuv hit yu cud see tails, an' ainds ove fence-rails a-flyin about; now an' then a par ove bright hine shoes wud flash in the sun like two sparks, an' away ahead wer the baskit a-sirklin roun an' about at randum. Brayin, nickerin, the bellerin ove the bull, clatterin ove runnin hoofs, an' a mons'ous rushin soun, made up the noise. Lively times in that lane jis' then, warnt thar?Notice all the puns? This stuff was pretty rich. It was a necessary thing in those days (around the 1820s) because a book was so expensive that it had to last through severill reedings... uh sorry
It changed my life forever...
Be safe, marsh!
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