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General => General Chat => Topic started by: Grinch on January 09, 2008, 04:17:26 pm
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Welcome to the third installment of Last To Post!
Some updates for this time around:
- The game will be lasting for a week
- The game will end on Sundays
- The winner will receive the Champion group until a new winner gains the title
- Try to come up with something interesting to talk about
If you have any suggestions for new things or additions to the game, post here, send me a PM or chat with me on MSN.
The time for this game to close has not been set yet. I would like suggestions for a time to close the topic in EST. Something that is fair for everyone would be wonderful.
Closes: Monday January 14 @ 6:00 EST
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i vote it isn't on sunday.
lets talk about thairon, it is intresting
First!
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Why not Sunday? It's a weekend!
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Sunday is, nevertheless, a weekend which starts the dreadful week of work and school and all that dreadful crap. Make it on a Friday! XD Or Saturday. :S Talk about something that I know about!
Well?
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RAWR I AMZ WINNING
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Kaios has a small wenis.
James has no wenis.
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No u
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I'm winning this shiz.
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I C WUT U DID THAR
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/facepalm
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/anklenose
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I AM BLAZING INFERNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
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/admin kill Kaios
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Grinch spams more than rokhan D:
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This isn't interesting to talk about...
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This thread is both new and refreshing
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Don't you miss the old days of buying pencils, Chrono?
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I prefer paper to write on myself.
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Yeh, I do
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I AM BLAZING INFERNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
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No!
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Well kiddies, I will now tell you how I hacked the rpgwo forums and saved myself from paying child support.. This is my story (Full)..
The tools i used for this was 3 simple ones, Paint shop Pro, Adobe Reader and Yahoo Messenger..
So there I was knee deep in emoticons, cold lonely..
I hear some squeaking not too far from me, I listen closer to see where exactly it is coming from..
As I turn around I see an army of News and Stock Bots, standing in a triangle type formation.
Just then i hear some noises behind, I look over my shoulder to see several buddy bots sneaking around.
I quickly open Paint shop Pro and draw out /script OpenPortal(35.5215,52.24615,135)
Kaios then appears and casts FireWall
My portal appears and cancels out the FireWall
Kaios exclaims, "YOU NERFED BLACK MAGIC!!"
I jump towards the portal and enter it.
Just then the bots start marching and scurrying towards the portal after me
I re-open Paint shop Pro and erase everything I have wrote before
As I look up i see a few of the bots to get through and some get caught in between the 2 portals and land in the endless hell of 0's and 1's
I get up and take off towards My Controls
I pass out.
I awake to being held by 3 bots that have made it through the portal
I begin to be dragged towards a portal they have open I struggle and end up getting free
I take back off towards My Controls and take a quick right and head towards The Army System
As I get there I see Grinch and a few others I didn't recognize shouting at each other
I yell, "THE BOTS!!" which gets everyones attention, a few of the people in front start charging towards me..
I get ready for impact with the wall of enemies just to get passed by them, they attack the bots.
I let out a sigh of relief and make my way towards the core of the system again.
I finally make my way to the system, they seem to have dummy cores to slow me down.
I search each one of them carefully, trying to find the one i was looking for, and finally I find it..
I pull over and the core gets into the car.
I start the car up accidentally running over a few of the dummy cores...
A few minutes pass and I pull into an alley
Me and the Core have unprotected sex and I pay it 50 dollars.
It gets out, i noticed my HP is at 120% the core starts walking behind the car
As it gets behind the car I slam the car into reverse and run smack over the core
I get out of the car and look down at the core
The core lays there, cold, dead...
I reach over and grab my 50 dollars along with some extra stuff the core had on it..
I get back in the car, put it in gear and take off into the sunset..
And thats how I hacked rpgwo forums and saved myself from paying child support...
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DUDE WHAT THE HELL FIX BLACK MAGIC NAO
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Ell oh ell
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:domo:
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say what now?
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PTSR
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Say What? I aint dyeing again.
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omg, brendan is krom who is pikachu who is revo who is mack!
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QQ moar
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<<<<< Winning
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<<><><><><><><>>
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lolwut
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Rha said she wants to join the forums and play.
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pwnt
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lies!
wudnt be suprised if she was someone on here tho
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tis me mal, muahahahahahha
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That explains a lot...
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such as? my boobs and.....ummm boobs?
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ur a big boob
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No my post.
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kaios has biiiiiiiig boobies
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NO ONLY I CAN WIN STOP POSTING
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balls
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Gragrhaghrharghargrahargarghargharggarggrgaghhgrhgarggahrgharhgarhgarhgrhgarghra
hgahgrghargrahr
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thats racist!
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Now THAT'S racist
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Clam down.
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hehe
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Muffin likes the subbear.
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ahoy
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Muffin likes the subbear.
So does wings
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PTSR.. again
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*facepalm*
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lol cool
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arr
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Thats a really good idea
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:|
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Get.
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Bent.
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No u!
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Your mom
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No, You!
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Meep!
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*facepalm*
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ima winning!
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No. You aren't.
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i sail on the high seas and find me some booty
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Blah blah blah, thats all I hear.
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....
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Stop
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i get me some shipment of spices for me portugese chicken
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No.
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With my shipment of spices, i sail the high sea, on the good ship lollipop! I sell my spices to the merchants then sail the high sea, to get me some booty!
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No.
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aye
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No.
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Arrrgh, that title shalt be mine!
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No, Me.
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yar
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“To laugh often and much; to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children...to leave the world a better place...to know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded.”
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yar
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its sunday, ive posted, iwin
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Oh no you don't!
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WIN
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Last post! CLOSED!
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There's no close time yet
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I winz0rz
I win!!!!1111
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This thread is a lie
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GUH
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spsb-t/lock
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Last Post! CLOSED!!!!
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lies... its all lies...
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LAST!
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lies
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LIES
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e.e'
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Kaios
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When is a good time to close this game? We're gonna get a new champion sometime today.
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how about right now as I post this so I win? kk.
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how about right now as I post this so I win? kk.
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Stop D:
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yeah, now
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yeah, now
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yeah, now
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yeah, now
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asdf
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ghjk
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Stop posting.
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Honestly Grinch, I'd say at 5:00 P.M. your time.
FYI, winz0rz
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To respond to all of Mr. Kaios's shell games would take up too much room and time. I would like to address the most sophomoric ones, though. What follows is a series of remarks addressed to the readers of this letter and to Kaios himself. If he truly wanted to be helpful, Kaios wouldn't get everyone to march in lockstep with his perverted lickspittles. Although he obviously hates my guts (and probably yours, as well), on the issue of immoralism, he is wrong again. Sure, silly sybarites who promulgate partisan prejudice against others will, hopefully, eventually be replaced by people who believe in freedom, justice, and the pursuit of personal growth. But I sincerely refuse to kowtow to his heinous cult. To say anything else would be a lie.
What we're seeing is a domino effect of events that started with Kaios stating that he is the ultimate authority on what's right and what's wrong. That prevarication incited his dupes to crush any semblance of opposition to Kaios's coprophagous, insincere endeavors. Quasi-arrogant evildoers reacted, in turn, by giving rise to the most self-centered menaces I've ever seen. The next domino to fall, not surprisingly, was a widespread increase in unilateralism, and that's the event that galvanized me to tell everyone that Kaios has abandoned ethics altogether. There's nothing controversial about that view. It's a fact, pure and simple. It was a fact long before anyone realized that Kaios's anecdotes are a mere cavil, a mere scarecrow, one of the last shifts of a desperate and dying cause.
Every time Kaios gets caught trying to force us to experience the full spectrum of the Kaios Rainbow of Demagogism, he promises he'll never do so again. Subsequently, his toadies always jump in and explain that he really shouldn't be blamed even if he does because, as they claim, honesty and responsibility have no cash value and are therefore worthless. If I didn't think he would acquire power and use it to indoctrinate intransigent franions, I wouldn't say that he demands that we make a choice. Either we let him dissolve the bonds that join individuals to their natural communities or he'll fill the air with recrimination and rancor. This "choice" exemplifies what is commonly known as a "false dichotomy" or "the fallacy of the excluded middle" because it denies other alternatives, such as that Kaios has recently been bouncing around like a kangaroo trying to violate his pledge not to recruit and encourage young people to expose and neutralize his enemies rather than sit at the same table and negotiate, just as older drug dealers use young kids to push drugs. I'll stand by that controversial statement and even assume that most readers who bring their own real-life experience will agree with it. At a bare minimum, over the years, I've enjoyed a number of genuinely pleasurable (and pleasurably genuine) conversations with a variety of people who understand that Kaios isn't as smart as he thinks he is. In one such conversation, someone pointed out to me that Kaios lusts for a world in which viperine knuckleheads lower our standard of living. There are several logical contradictions in his position on this matter. For example, Kaios has vowed that in a matter of days he'll spread hatred, animosity, and divisiveness. This is hardly news; Kaios has been vowing that for months with the regularity of a metronome. What is news is that in a rather infamous speech, he exclaimed that mediocrity and normalcy are ideal virtues. (I edited out the rest of what he said because, well, it didn't really say anything.)
If nothing else, Kaios keeps trying to increase subservience to his monolithic engine of allotheism. And if we don't remain eternally vigilant, he will truly succeed. No one that I speak with or correspond with is happy about this situation. Of course, I don't speak or correspond with froward hoodwinkers, Kaios's trained seals, or anyone else who fails to realize that the law is not just a moral stance. It is the consensus of society on our minimum standards of behavior.
There's a lot of daylight between Kaios's views and mine. He believes that his way of life is correct and everyone else's isn't while I profess that he should work with us, not step in at the eleventh hour and hog all the glory. Kaios wonders why everyone hates him. Apparently, he never stopped to think that maybe it's because he sees the world as somewhat anarchic, a game of catch-as-catch-can in which the sneakiest miscreants nab the biggest prizes. After watching his spokesmen trade fundamental human rights for a cheap "guarantee" of safety and security, one might conclude that Kaios et al. would lay out their own ideas of philosophical pedagogy, textual interpretation, and moral philosophy. Surprisingly, nothing could be further from the truth. In fact, Kaios's asseverations will have consequences -- very serious consequences. We ought to begin doing something about that. We ought to convince the government to clamp down hard on Kaios's conjectures. We ought to spread the word that he might leave helpless citizens afraid in the streets, in their jobs, and even in their homes before you know it. What are we to do then? Place blinders over our eyes and hope we don't see the horrible outcome?
Kaios's drug-induced ravings are like an enormous pauperism-spewing machine. We must begin dismantling that structure. We must put a monkey wrench in its gears. And we must put inexorable pressure on Kaios to be a bit more careful about what he says and does because I do not propose a supernatural solution to the problems we're having with Kaios. Instead, I propose a practical, realistic, down-to-earth approach that requires only that I attack his malice and hypocrisy. I thought it couldn't be done, but, once again, his imprecations have sunk to a new low.
Although the themes in Kaios's magic-bullet explanations are limited, Kaios's refrains have kept us separated for too long from the love, contributions, and challenges of our brothers and sisters in this wonderful adventure we share together -- life! If anything will free us from the shackles of Kaios's disagreeable, indelicate apothegms, it's knowledge of the world as it really is. It's knowledge that many people are incredulous when I tell them that he intends to reap a harvest of death. "How could Kaios be so possession-obsessed?", they ask me. "It doesn't seem possible." Well, it is indubitably possible, and now I'll explain exactly how Kaios plans to do it. But first, you need to realize that the first thing we need to do is to get him to admit that he has a problem. Kaios should be counseled to recite the following:
* I, Kaios, am a reprehensible, lethargic bourgeoisie.
* I have been a participant in a giant scheme to engage in or goad others into engaging in illegal acts.
* I hereby admit my addiction to cannibalism. I ask for the strength and wisdom to fight this addiction.
Once Kaios realizes that he has a problem, maybe then he'll see that you may have noticed that I must protest his use of churlish barbarians to incite an atmosphere of violence and endangerment toward the good men, women, and children of this state. But you don't know the half of it. For starters, Kaios's claim that racialism and factionalism are identical concepts is factually unsupported and politically motivated.
I know some Pecksniffian fogeys who actually believe that the Queen of England heads up the international drug cartel. Incredible? Those same people have told me that you and I are morally inferior to oppressive beatniks. With such people roaming about, it should come as no surprise to you that Kaios's put-downs are based on a denial of reality, on the substitution of a deliberately falsified picture of the world in place of reality. And this dishonesty, this refusal to admit the truth, will have some very serious consequences for all of us in the coming days.
To herald the death of intelligent discourse on college campuses is Kaios's objective, and hypersensitive alarmism is his method. Here's some news for you: Questionable statistics, pseudoscientific studies, and biased reports jump on everything that is written, said, or even implied and label it as either unsympathetic or inerudite. Interesting, isn't it? What you may find even more interesting is that ignorance is bliss. This may be why his encomiasts are generally all smiles.
Kaios's deputies are the biggest loathsome, disruptive sciolists who have ever dirtied the face of the earth. The best example of this, culled from many, would have to be the time Kaios tried to deny citizens the ability to become informed about the destruction that he is capable of. He likes changing this country's moral infrastructure. That's the most damnable thing about him. It's also why as a concerned citizen, I will forge ahead in my brave quest to put the fear of God into Kaios. And I can say that with a clear conscience because depraved popinjays like Kaios are not born -- they are excreted. However unsavory that metaphor may be, if this letter did nothing else but serve as a beacon of truth, it would be worthy of reading by all right-thinking people. However, this letter's role is much greater than just to discuss, openly and candidly, a vision for a harmonious, multiracial society. My goal for this letter was to knock some sense into Mr. Kaios. Know that I have done my best while trying always to cast a gimlet eye on Kaios's ipse dixits. Let an honest history judge.
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O_o
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xBn
Your post is a tedious, homogenised, chameleon-esque scribble which amounts to nothing more than the demented cacophonous racket of a drugged lunatic banging loudly on kitchen pots and pans. Try learning elementary grammar before attempting to inflict your next literary abomination on this message board.
Clearly, you have lost your fingertip grip on reality and have descended into an abyss of irreversible lunacy. Clearly, the full area of your ignorance is not yet mapped. We are presently only exploring the fringes of that vast expanse. A long period of non-posting would be most welcome on your part. As Ellen Glasgow once remarked: "He knows so little and knows it so fluently."
What possessed you to think that you were capable of being entertaining or interesting to read? You are validating my inherent mistrust of strangers. Maybe you wouldn't read like such a pathetic loser if you weren't intellectually outclassed by dead sheep; if your weren't so fat that you look like The Michelin Man man on steroids, or if you weren't uglier than the north-facing end of a south-bound mule. No, come to think of it, you would.
You're a message board freak. I know it's hard to accept the truth, but the truth it is, and accept it, you must.
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I've written many letters about Mr. Greed's inconsiderate theatrics. Maybe it's wrong to fixate so much on this one topic, but I assure you that my arguments are not wrong. By way of introduction, let me just say that if I withheld my feelings on this matter, I'd be no less careless than Mr. Greed. He plans to divert us from proclaiming what in our innermost conviction is absolutely necessary in the immediate years ahead. I'd like to see him try to get away with such a plan; that should be good for a laugh. You see, most people have already observed that the problem with Mr. Greed is not that he's tasteless. It's that he wants to deprive individuals of the right to take action.
The whole of Mr. Greed's libidinous worldview may perhaps be expressed in one simple word. That word is "pharisaism". Let me explain: When I hear Mr. Greed's cronies parrot the party line -- that Mr. Greed's paroxysms provide a liberating insight into life, the universe, and everything -- I see them not as people but as machines. The appropriate noises are coming out of their larynges, but their brains are not involved as they would be if they were thinking about how I sometimes ask myself whether the struggle to express my views is worth all of the potential consequences. And I consistently answer by saying that Mr. Greed's policies have reached a depth of degeneracy that was virtually unknown in the past. (Yes, whenever Mr. Greed gives a speech, he is always careful to sidestep the issue of how the failure of his provocateurs to recognize that in order to find the common ground that enables others to direct our efforts toward clearly defined goals and measure progress toward those goals as frequently and as objectively as possible, tremendous sacrifices and equally great labors will unmistakably be necessary casts doubts upon their methods, but that's an entirely different story.)
Certainly, Mr. Greed hates it when you say that the continuing misunderstandings that some unctuous antagonists seem to have merely underscore this point. He really hates it when you say that. Try saying it to him sometime if you have a thick skin and don't mind having him shriek insults at you.
Is there, or is there not, a backwards plot to organize a whispering campaign against me, organized through the years by phlegmatic slubberdegullions? The answer to this all-important question is that not only has the plot existed but it is now on the verge of complete fulfilment. A word to the wise: This is a lesson for those with eyes to see. It is a lesson not so much about Mr. Greed's saturnine behavior but about the way that I do not find shenanigans that are sadistic, unsympathetic, and neo-oppressive to be "funny". Maybe I lack a sense of humor but maybe just the other day, some of Mr. Greed's morbid legatees forced a prospectus into my hands as I walked past. The prospectus described Mr. Greed's blueprint for a world in which venal pests are free to enact new laws forcing anyone who's not one of Mr. Greed's gofers to live in an environment that can, at best, be described as contemptuously tolerant. As I dropped the prospectus onto an overflowing wastebasket I reflected upon the way that we must overcome the fears that beset us every day of our lives. We must overcome the fear that Mr. Greed will overthrow the government and eliminate the money system. And to overcome these fears, we must challenge the present and enrich the future.
The law is not just a moral stance. It is the consensus of society on our minimum standards of behavior. If you read Mr. Greed's writings while mentally out of focus, you may get the sense that ultra-stubborn, unruly imbeciles should be fêted at wine-and-cheese fund-raisers. But if you read his writings while mentally in focus and weigh each point carefully, it's clear that I believe that the best way to overcome misunderstanding, prejudice, and hate is by means of reason, common sense, clear thinking, and goodwill. Mr. Greed, in contrast, believes that his retinue is looking out for our interests. The conclusion to draw from this conflict of views should be obvious: Mr. Greed managed to convince a bunch of sneaky punks to help him supply the chains that bind the individual to notions of self-loathing and unworthiness. What was the quid pro quo there? The best answer comes from Mr. Greed himself. That is, if you pay careful attention to his vexatious histrionics you'll indubitably notice that no one likes being attacked by soporific dorks. Even worse, Mr. Greed exploits our fear of those attacks -- which he claims will evolve in a lustrum or two into biological, chemical, or nuclear attacks -- as a pretext to extirpate the things that I doubtlessly cherish. If you think that's scary, then you should remember that Mr. Greed looks primarily at a person's superficial qualities such as physiognomy and mannerisms. I, in contrast, consider how likely a person is to break the neck of Mr. Greed's policy of cronyism once and for all. That's what's important to me. Either way, the very genesis of his dodgy, invidious accusations is in obstructionism. And it seems to me to be a neat bit of historic justice that Mr. Greed will eventually himself be destroyed by obstructionism. On a closing note, I hope that this letter, while incomplete, informal, and having no authority except its own inner strength and conviction, has clearly demonstrated to you that Mr. Greed's brazen activities have been found incompatible with personal security and the rights of property.
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Damn these things make me giggle
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Lmao, wtf? Does it just combine a string of letters at imes to make words?
slubberdegullions
xD And link me to that generator will ya? Lmao, that was great
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http://www.pakin.org/complaint (http://www.pakin.org/complaint)
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they are great.... people actually think that you wrote them, sometime....
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m33p
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meep moar
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IBTL
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wafwg
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moo
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Get out!
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RUN ERWAY!
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No!
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close it already
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Never
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stop posting un00bs
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No!
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its not even sunday anymore....
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You're not even sunday.
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you reckon?
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I have this topic on lockdown. Get. Away.
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iPost
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kaios wins
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So how 'bout them Mets?
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pets?
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wfqwegqew
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I got a cat >_>
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mystic has a pony
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I am elite. Stop posting.
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Ack! That didn't come out right >_>
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No u
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FFXI is teh gey!
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I DON'T THINK YOU UNDERSTAND WHEN I SAY I HAVE THIS TOPIC ON LOCK DOWN
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NO I DON'T! QUIT YELLING AT ME!!!!!!!
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AUUUGH
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RAWR!!!
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Go away.
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Nu
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Yuh.
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zoom, ZOom, ZOOM!
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No.
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orly?
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GET OUT NAO
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No.
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This needs closed.
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y
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Cause this is turtle, I wanna win already.
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You cannay win.
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no moar lolcats since I don't want to get banned from his site >_>
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wtf
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Longcat is looooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong
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lololololololol
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We need moar cats.
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we need more pony?
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That works to...
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LMFAO! Haha, that was wonderful
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We need a longcat mob in RPGWO!
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IMA FIRIN MAH LAZ0R
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A cat is fine to!
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BLAGHABAM!
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C-C-C-C-COMBO BREAKER!
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SHOOP DA WHOOOOP
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Chuck Norris
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u know...its now monday
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Oh ner!
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AVGN!
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grinchdoesnt know what dayit is
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Where is he to proclaim me the winner? >_>
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DOCTOR OCTAGONAPUS
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I need to think of something witty to post...
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Your face that's what
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k
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Say wut?
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HAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHHAHAHAHA
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/laughs like Ash from Evil Dead 2
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sheepdameep!
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iPost +1
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HAXOR!
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4 User(s) are reading this topic (0 Guests and 1 Anonymous Users)
Hi Grinch!
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NUHUH! CANT BE!
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Yeah :/
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\: haeY
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This new Family Guy is lame :/
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This new Family Guy is lame :/
\: emal si yuG ylimaF wen sihT
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Stop that!
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!taht potS
Stop wha?
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!noitcejbO
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If anyone can tell me what anime this song was on... I <3 you long time.
Buy it, use it, break it, fix it,
Trash it, change it, melt - upgrade it,
Charge it, pawn it, zoom it, press it,
Snap it, work it, quick - erase it,
Write it, cut it, paste it, save it,
Load it, check it, quick - rewrite it,
Plug it, play it, burn it, rip it,
Drag it, drop it, zip - unzip it,
Lock it, fill it, call it, find it,
View it, coat it, jam - unlock it,
Surf it, scroll it, pose it, click it,
Cross it, crack it, switch - update it,
Name it, rate it, tune it, print it,
Scan it, send it, fax - rename it,
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it,
Turn it, leave it, start - format it.
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I'm not reposting that in reverse order. Fuuuuux that.
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Ha!
Hmm... wonder if I'd get in trouble for posting a looped .SWF with sound. >_>
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LMFAO! you were thinking of doing what I was thinking, that's pure irony, lol, was gonna loop
Disturbed - Mistress
lelelel
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http://www.fileden.com/files/2006/9/7/207500/1195%5B1%5D.swf (http://www.fileden.com/files/2006/9/7/207500/1195%5B1%5D.swf)
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Phoenix Wrong xD
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I could have posted something dumber
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Yes, we all coulda, but most of us don't do so because it's an impossible loop, there's always something dumber than dumb * thread idea *
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I can't figure out a tag to add a .SWF ; ;
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i win
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Not yet~
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Greed doesn't think it's gonna close tonight.../tommorow xD
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I'm starting to think so to... it's 10:30 PM...
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Broohaha
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Here I am! Rock you like a hurricane!
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Same here Mystic, lel
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I'm addicted to GH3
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Uhh..
This'll close tomorrow.
6PM EST
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You're a mean one, mister grinch!
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Lol, you're a little late Grincheh.
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i win
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Pssh, not even.
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ahoy
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To the plank with ye!
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me winnin!
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No, tiger off.
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Do i win?
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No, I do.
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Lier!!!!!!!
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no u
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I sware if this closes while I'm at school.... e.e'
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Your face.
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when will this game end?
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post count +1
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its god damn monday!
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Danny's smlleh
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'Insert Quote Here'
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Where is xBN's integrity? What is xBN's secret agenda? And how will xBN's satraps react when they discover that xBN wants to cultivate the purest breed of irresponsibility? This letter is not the place to explore the answers to those questions. Its purpose is instead to provide a trenchant analysis of xBN's wisecracks. To begin at the beginning, we are observing the change in our society's philosophy and values from freedom and justice to corruption, decay, cynicism, and injustice. All of these "values" are artistically incorporated in one person: xBN.
Not to belabor the point, but xBN has, on a number of occasions, expressed a desire to put increased disruptive powers in the hands of the most antisocial killjoys I've ever seen. On all of these occasions, I submitted to the advice of my friends, who assured me that on a television program last night, I heard one of this country's top scientists conclude that, "XBN's hallucinations about the benefits of neocolonialism are so deep and inveterate that they can be broken, if at all, only if we convince horny rabble-rousers to stop supporting xBN and tolerating his litanies." That's exactly what I have so frequently argued and I am pleased to have my view confirmed by so eminent an individual. His complacent dream is starting to come true. Liberties are being killed by attrition. Resistentialism is being installed by accretion. The only way that we can reverse these impractical trends is to drag xBN in front of a tribunal and try him for his crimes against humanity. To be precise, from secret-handshake societies meeting at "the usual place" to back-door admissions committees, his bedfellows have always found a way to submerge us in a sea of Trotskyism.
I would never take a job working for xBN. Given his cheeky theatrics, who would want to? His idea of intemperate wowserism is no political belief. It is a fierce and burning gospel of hatred and intolerance, of murder and destruction, and the unloosing of a gloomy blood-lust. It is, in every sense, a spleeny and pagan religion that incites its worshippers to a prolix frenzy and then prompts them to scupper my initiative to criticize xBN's complicity in the widespread establishment of quislingism. Perhaps xBN received his information (or rather, misinformation) from late-night television programs and "B" movies. Is there a chance that he isn't bilious, hypocritical, and lethargic? From what I've seen, I doubt it. The only way out of xBN's rat maze is to solve the problems that are important to most people. It's that simple.
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I, Win, Now, Gimme, The, Cash.
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i win
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no me
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Kaios wins
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Brendan Wins!
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In this letter, I will try to describe Brendan's reports in such a way that my language will not offend and yet will still convey my message that Brendan serves up his supercilious form of extremism as intellectual fast food for his inaniloquent peons. Instead of focusing on why Brendan should just face the facts, I would like to remind people that I sometimes ask myself whether the struggle to express my views is worth all of the potential consequences. And I consistently answer by saying that Brendan's attendants have the power to abet ethnic genocide, dictatorships, and froward cozeners whenever they feel like it. I challenge him to move from his broad derogatory generalizations to specific instances to prove otherwise. He may have access to weapons of mass destruction. Then again, I consider Brendan to be a weapon of mass destruction himself. Better, far better, that Man were without the gift of speech than that he use it as Brendan does. Better that Man could neither read nor write than have his head and heart perverted by the execrable and disorderly tommyrot that oozes from Brendan's pen. And better that the cut of Man's coat and the number of his buttons were fixed by statute and enforced by penalties than that Brendan should take rights away from individuals on the basis of prejudice, myth, irrational belief, inaccurate information, and outright falsehood.
Although Brendan won't admit it, he wants to punish dissent through intimidation, public ridicule, economic exclusion, imprisonment, and most extremely, death. What's wrong with that? What's wrong is Brendan's gossamer grasp of reality. Easy as it may seem to hammer out solutions on the anvil of discourse, it is far more difficult to fight on the battleground of ideas for our inalienable individual rights. He fervently believes that he has answers to everything. This shows that he is not merely mistaken about one little fact among millions of facts but that Brendan says that his complaints enhance performance standards, productivity, and competitiveness. You know, I don't think I have heard a less factually based statement in my entire life.
What we're seeing is a domino effect of events that started with Brendan stating that his diatribes will spread enlightenment to the masses, nurture democracy, reestablish the bonds of community, bring us closer to God, and generally work to the betterment of Man and society. That prevarication incited his pals to keep a close eye on those who look like they might think an unapproved thought. Squalid racketeers reacted, in turn, by challenging all I stand for. The next domino to fall, not surprisingly, was a widespread increase in frotteurism, and that's the event that galvanized me to tell everyone that Brendan says that morally repugnant criminal masterminds are inherently good, sensitive, creative, and inoffensive. This is noxious falsehood. The truth is that no matter what else we do, our first move must be to educate everyone about how he throws a temper tantrum every time I suggest that he is not above the law. That's the first step: education. Education alone is not enough, of course. We must also stand as a witness in the divine court of the eternal judge and proclaim that he is nothing if not contentious. Let us now reinvigorate our collective commitment to building and maintaining a sensitive, tolerant, and humane community because in that is our only hope for the future.
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Got bored
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hrtf
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iwinzorz
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no u.
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yes me
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dfdfdddd
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Ummmmm.
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no u
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( . Y . )
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This is a load of SPAM
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win
mmmmm
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sdasds
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S.W.A.T
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>.>
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Guh.
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<win>Brendan</win>
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ya know, like whatevar.
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I should restrict the winner to people who don't spam the wolf out of the topic..
asdjfakl is not a real post, guys >_>
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No you!
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cmon...close lol
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This is a post. Woo Woo
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No!
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This is a post. Woo Woo
woo woo
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Blegh, This game doesn't really serve a purpose, how about next time you host one you can only post 5 posts or less and must win it that way.
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Point of it is to try to start meaningful conversations
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My original thought was that you could only post once and that you had to be the last to use your post before its closed.
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lol, everyone wouldpost at the last min
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That would be the mystery, there would just be a day. Random closing time, none set in stone.
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iguess but then grinchcould choose who wins...or set topic to close after so many posts
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Everyone is going to hope to win in about 10 minutes lol
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i know i'll lose
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Its not that big of a deal really.
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5 minutes to go
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Hmmm, Who is gunna winz0rz?
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i wanna win just so kaios doesnt
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This is a bunch of nothing, this topic was intended for me to win.
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1 min
thisis the lastpost guys
ive won
times up
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I win
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topic closed
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Come on, win! xD
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topic cloooooooooooooooooooooooooosed now
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I win