Woo hoo!! Our FReepathon is still underway, but little Tommie Daschle is history!!

441 posted on 02/08/2009 1:34:53 PM PST by Lady Jag (NOW MORE THAN EVER https://secure.freerepublic.com/donate)

POKE THE DOG IN THE EYES AND GIVE .

442 posted on 02/08/2009 1:35:52 PM PST by Lady Jag (NOW MORE THAN EVER https://secure.freerepublic.com/donate)

My wife and I were sitting at a table at my high school reunion, and I kept staring at a drunken lady swigging her drink as she sat alone at a nearby table.

My wife asked, ‘Do you know her?’

‘Yes,’ I sighed, ‘She’s my old girlfriend. I understand she took to drinking right after we split up those many years ago, and I hear she
hasn’t been sober since.’

‘My God!’ says my wife, ‘who would think a person could go on celebrating that long?’

And then the fight started...

443 posted on 02/08/2009 1:41:18 PM PST by Lady Jag (NOW MORE THAN EVER https://secure.freerepublic.com/donate)

I HAVE SEEN THE FNORD!

FNORD

The word FNORD is a conspiracy of the world's controlling powers conditions everyone from a very young age while still in grade school, are taught to be unable to consciously see the word "fnord" and to respond to, usually with fear, anxiety, or uneasiness.

Fnords are scattered liberally in the text of the MSM, causing fear and anxiety in those following current events. However, there are no fnords in the advertisements, encouraging a consumerist society.

To see the fnords means to be unaffected by the supposed hypnotic power of the word or, more loosely, of other fighting words. A more common expression of the concept would be "to read between the lines." The phrase "I have seen the fnords" was famously graffitied on a railway bridge (known locally as Anarchy Bridge) between Earlsdon and Coventry (U.K.)

(FNORD originates in the Illuminatus trilogy of books by Robert Shea and Robert Anton Wilson.)

444 posted on 02/08/2009 1:42:18 PM PST by Lady Jag (NOW MORE THAN EVER https://secure.freerepublic.com/donate)

IS THIS WHAT FREE REPUBLIC IS?

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445 posted on 02/08/2009 1:54:27 PM PST by Lady Jag (NOW MORE THAN EVER https://secure.freerepublic.com/donate)

446 posted on 02/08/2009 1:55:30 PM PST by Lady Jag (NOW MORE THAN EVER https://secure.freerepublic.com/donate)

447 posted on 02/08/2009 1:56:24 PM PST by Lady Jag (NOW MORE THAN EVER https://secure.freerepublic.com/donate)

PLEASE DONATE

SO THIS SHIVERING PATHETIC SNIVELING
SHADOW OF A DOG CAN GET OUT OF OUR SIGHT!

448 posted on 02/08/2009 1:58:07 PM PST by Lady Jag (NOW MORE THAN EVER https://secure.freerepublic.com/donate)

Your Weight And Fortune

That’s what the sign on the machine said.

“Odd.” Thought he, “I haven’t seen one of these in years.”

Stepping up on the platform, he saw the price, twenty-five cents. “Hmm. The price has gone up some.” Idly he reached into his pocket for a coin. He heard the coin drop through the scanner with satisfaction, and saw the display light up.

“189 pounds.”

He grunted in satisfaction. “Just like me to pay for something I already knew.” Patiently, he waited for the second part. What was to be his fortune?

“188 pounds.”

“Hunh?” He stared. “Did I bounce, or something?”

“187 pounds.”

Now this was getting interesting. He continued to stand on the platform as the numbers ticked downward. He could actually feel that gravity was losing its grip on him as the pressure against his feet diminished. “Cool! Maybe now my feet won’t hurt so much!” He reached into his pocket for another quarter, in case the machine needed to be fed again. It wasn’t necessary.

“76 pounds.”

There were no coins left in his pocket, where before there had been several. Mystified, he checked his wallet.. Unbelievably, it was empty. Astonished, he stared into the emptiness of it. This could not be!

“14 pounds.”

He looked around to see if there were any addresses, or other information about this curious machine which had somehow robbed him. Unfortunately, he failed to step off the platform. As he peered into the coin slot, the machine made a final click of some sort, and released him. The display went off. Irritated, he straightened up.

And he continued moving upward, ascending through no apparent effort as though he were riding in an elevator. By the time he realized the danger he faced, he could no longer reach anything to grab onto. The buildings shrank beneath him.

“Your weight and fortune.” Belatedly, he realized now the literal truth behind that innocuous phrase.

The city shrank beneath him. The air grew thin and cold.

Far below, a strange machine occupied a lonely vigil. “Your Weight And Fortune” read the sign.

SAVE YOURSELF! SEND YOUR MONEY HERE!!!

449 posted on 02/08/2009 1:59:13 PM PST by Lady Jag (NOW MORE THAN EVER https://secure.freerepublic.com/donate)

ENOUGH FREEEPERS SENDING $5 A MONTH
WOULD END QUARTERLY FREEPATHONS

450 posted on 02/08/2009 2:00:10 PM PST by Lady Jag (NOW MORE THAN EVER https://secure.freerepublic.com/donate)

I know of no great men except those who have rendered great service to the human race

Remember to render a little to FR so we can end this thing.

BR>
BR>

451 posted on 02/08/2009 2:03:20 PM PST by Lady Jag (NOW MORE THAN EVER https://secure.freerepublic.com/donate)

HELP FEED THE MEN WHO
POWER OUR LITTLE SERVERS

PLEASE DONATE TODAY

452 posted on 02/08/2009 2:05:09 PM PST by Lady Jag (NOW MORE THAN EVER https://secure.freerepublic.com/donate)

453 posted on 02/08/2009 2:24:06 PM PST by Lady Jag (NOW MORE THAN EVER https://secure.freerepublic.com/donate)

WOW! You have been working this thread. I posted the lists to the new thread and then checked later and saw you hadn't posted. Thought I'd let you know a new thread had been made in vase you missed it.

454 posted on 02/08/2009 2:38:47 PM PST by Fiddlstix (Warning! This Is A Subliminal Tagline! Read it at your own risk!(Presented by TagLines R US))

455 posted on 02/08/2009 6:12:15 PM PST by Ernest_at_the_Beach (No Burkas for my Grandaughters!)

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