LONG LIVE RED CHINA (Would you like your troll mein with soft or crispy noodles?)

12/26/05 | C.L. Gartman

[the_red_anedote]

China will never go down, and don't think you can banish communism. Because the people won't let it. They know they are the last standing, they are the only ones left. America is in a decline while China's climaxing, America will go down. We are just done with our prime, if anything, we were going into a depression since 1992 (and don't say you don't know that year). Communism is the American's medias' worst nightmare, because of censorship. I hope we all have to read one newspaper and wipe my butt with one brand of tiolet paper. I hope we all die for our next generations to wear the red armband. We deserved 9/11, and they enjoyed it. You probably hate me now, I know, you just still think like its 1945, well too bad its 2005. We only stand to fall.

[Darksheare]

Yeah, it could have been like one of those old style Celebrity Roasts.

[Irish_Thatcherite]

Computer exploding? (getting too tired to be funny)

[Darksheare]

Hmm.. That's an undocumented security feature.

[Irish_Thatcherite]

Yes, kills viruses....

[Darksheare]

Aggressively protects your machine from hackers.

[Irish_Thatcherite]

And no more pop-ups!!

[Darksheare]

Explosive spam guard and popup blocker.

[Irish_Thatcherite]

A bit like when they close the Iris in Stargate....

Splat! Splat! Splat! ....

[Darksheare]

"THUD! THUD! THUD!"

Oopsies.
*chuckle*

[NicknamedBob]

"Who is your next subject?"

Normally, I only use people as subjects in a complementary way, except for politicians.

I never know what my next inspiration will be. It could be a scene, a phrase, a photograph, or a memory.

Those I come to know on the internet are often the targets in another way, as I sometimes try to help them through a crisis.

I try not to force my art, not wanting the well to turn suddenly dry, but a challenge can sometimes be an inspiration too.

Here's my poem about ... nothing.

Nothing

Apropos of nothing, I have nothing to say,
Nothing comes to mind about this word today.
“What are you thinking?” He was asked, “Nothing.” He replied.
And thus invented zero. Nothing new for numbers is implied.

I’ve been collecting lots of it. It isn’t hard to find,
And if you take a portion no one ever seems to mind.
Somewhere inside in my pocket there is a good supply.
And sometimes when I shed a tear there’s nothing in my eye.

In my refridgerator, there’s even more to see,
Of dietary nothingness, in great variety.
I have low-calory, and zero carbohydrate,
And even empty bottles in a partly filled milk-crate.

The emptiness is rampant in the furnishings in here,
This small apartment seems so drab that nothing gives it cheer.
Nothing should convince you that I always wear a frown,
I wouldn’t want to let you think that nothing gets me down.

Nothing like a friendship to disrupt your daily thought,
And nothing of emotion comes to make you more distraught.
Nothing for companionship to while away the hours,
And nothing in the vase that I have set aside for flowers.

Nothing on the telly, and nothing here to read,
Nothing can distract me, so imagination’s freed.
Relaxing here this evening, and trying to unwind,
Just sitting here so quietly with nothing on my mind.

NicknamedBob . . . . . . . . . . . . . . August 27, 2004

[Monkey Face]

ROTFLMBO!!!

[Irish_Thatcherite]

*trips on wormhole cable* THUD!

[Darksheare]

;-)

I didn't want to cme out all crooked like.

[Monkey Face]

Hi, Irish! What's for breakfast?

[Irish_Thatcherite]

I dunno, prob toast!!

[Monkey Face]

"...crooked-like"
Would that be anything like being split in two?
LOL!

[Darksheare]

Those wormhole trips can be bad.

[Monkey Face]

Ain't you cookin'?
It's time, isn't it?
I like Earl Grey tea, thanks...

[Irish_Thatcherite]

Wormholes are a Class A drug....

[Irish_Thatcherite]

It's only 4AM, not breakfast time yet!!

(I think I'll have a snack, though)