it takes a little more thought than falling off a skateboard and breaking an arm. This probably took a good 6 hrs at least to set up, car had to be kept str8, speed constant...hell, there were more brains used in making this than there were in coming up with the idea of American Idol...
The regulars or the in crowd have tried to trick us all they know who they are and I know who they are they keep in contact by email and even by phone haven't you noticed that they have all gone watching from the sidelines hoping that we attack each other and then they hope that we will all self destruct and disappear don't fall for it I won't. Why do you think IK AKA billboat confessed because he is on it. They may try and trick you now that the truth is known but do not fall for their falsehoods. I know this because I am smarter than them and I have a double agent.
After catching up on all of the posts/videos/banter....I am now typing.
Howdy all!
My-my-my......the things that have gone on!
First off the bat, I want to say HIYA! to all the hardcore "regulars"----no, wait---screw it----I wanna say hi to EVERYONE.
Free, Riza, Chaz, Randall, Bug, Arse, Skids, Billy-B, Backbone, Goldie, Mako, Pods, C.M., Ramblerouser, Deputy Mitercut and YES, even YOU, "qlanettint" (there's a reason I put your handle in quotations). Thanks for all the kind words, guys/gals but in all honesty, I DID say I'd just be taking a temporary hiatus; never said I was gone fer good....jeez! Just kinda figured that all the bitching, name-calling, etc., was getting monotonous. We all have our quirks; mine, unfortunately, is that BOREDOM is my arch enemy. "Q"....look, I'll let you in on a little secret: wanna get a "rise" outta me? Fine. Start taking up for Bush, Cheney, neo-cons, religious zealots, universal health care, war, defending "Faux News"...you name it: trust me....you WILL get what you crave...and then some. But seriously, dude, if you think that a nameless, faceless entity on a computer is gonna wind me up about potshots at my wife or family...then have at it, MacDuff. Knock yourself out. All you'll get is radio silence on my end....and eventual boredom on yours. Besides, if I'm locked in a heated war of opinions with ANYONE around here, believe me: I'd LOVE nothing more than for someone to succeed in having me walk away from this keyboard, having actually convinced me that I was either wrong, or at the very least mistaken about a notion/opinion/belief I've had. And IF that comes to pass...I give you (or anyone else) my word that this will be so, and openly acknowledge it. Remember what I've said for, oh, about 60 years now? I say what I own.....and I own what I say. Period. That is MY conduct on these threads....and that is the conduct I live by out there. In reality, I am a very laid-back (if not at times theatrical) human being; if.....I say again...IF....I command any "respect" from those who surround me in my life, whether personally or professionally....then I will give sole credit for this to the aforementioned philosophy I have chosen to live by. Do I sometimes get lippy as well? Sure. Do I come on "too strong" at times? Of course. Does my delivery, shall we say, lack refinement at some points? Yes. BUT....(aha!)....do NOT confuse these traits....with being that way BY NATURE. Now, before anyone around here thinks "Oh man! That fuckin' prick! He's talkin' shit about ME!", I will say this: No. Negative. Nein. I am NOT referring to, or implicating ANYONE. This is just plain ol'.....me.
Look, folks around here are gonna do what they're gonna do. Simple as that. Thay wanna be assholes? Then they'll be assholes. They wanna be swell about things, i.e., strongly disagree about things but still be cordial at the end of the day? Fantastic. But if they wanna carry one with the first option.....well, now...they can go right ahead....honest. BUT----there's nothing in the rule book that says I (or anyone else, for that matter) has to listen to that crud....now is there? It'll just be "Ya-ya-ya...right. I'll see you next week, or next month...or whatever." Simple as pie, ain't it? I simply choose not to. Of course, that will deprive me of interacting with the genuinely decent folks hereabouts, and if there's any one thing that will bug me...it's THAT. But life's kinda like that, ain't it? It's always the toughest decisions that suck the most. And as a footnote to the arguments that have been forward by a certain few loons around here that actually defend their actions of being nasty, or vicious or vulgar, i.e., saying it's "freedom of speech/thought/expression"....wellll...in a strictly legal sense....they are correct. But seriously...c'mon; I mean, gimme a fucking break: just because you have the RIGHT to say something, doesen't mean you SHOULD. I mean, just because something is LEGALLY permissable, does not automatically mean that it's MORALLY applicable. Don't it boil down to that? Ethics? Morality? Decency? Boundaries? Or did those goddamn qualities go the way of the Woolly Mammoth? Huh?
Check this out: the other night, the wife and I were watching the local news, right? They had a report come on about the imminent release of "Grand Theft Auto IV", on PS3 and Xbox. Basically, they went on to say how some stores were opening up at 12:01 A.M., to facilitate sales, and how some people were literally camping out all night to purchase this video game. Now don't get me wrong: I personally get a kick a kick out of all the GTA games. I think they're an enjoyable time-waster (when possible), and quite entertaining. But the wife brought up a good point. She says "Y'know...is THAT what we've come to as a society?? People are sleeping in the damn GUTTER all night long...for a VIDEO GAME??? What're the odds that they'll do that to give blood in a crisis? Or assist in whatever emegency in the community? Or lend a hand in some way, shape or form to help their fellow human being?? Young men and women (both Canadian and American) are getting blasted to friggin' bits half-way around the world in two stupid, senseless conflicts.....but THESE doorknobs happily camp out in the sewers....for...a....FUCKING....VIDEO....GAAAAAAAME" (she NEVER uses that word as a matter of course, so that's how I know she was dismayed).
Perspective, folks. That's my whole point. PERSPECTIVE.
Let's try and keep some of that.....shall we?
Warmest Regards And It's Really Is Great To Be Back.
You sure have a point about the hysteria releases of basically pathetic things cause today. I have seen the lines that formed last summer for the iPhone, as if it makes a difference when you get some brand new stuff a day or a week later than 0:01 on day zero. A clear sign for people losing contact to reality.
Hey Canuck...I'm new here, but I like your philosophy...couldn't have said things better myself. I don't mind ppl disagreeing with me, just don't stoop to the level of Bill O'Reilly and start calling me names and acting like a 4th grader. Anyway...just wanted to say hello and and give ya a thumbs up on your little oration there.
Infinity....step back a while. You have many of the attributes ordinarily associated with intelligence, albeit, spent poorly.
Not too late. Post amusingly, educatively, informatively, wittily, and all those forms within your grasp. Or continue your brainless search for conflict. Frankly, I'd rather be your reader than your critic.
some of these people strike me as more of impulsive then pensive. to act without thought, where is the merit? rather, if one were to thin, things through thoroughly, many less conflicts occur. thus we can conclude that many of the people here on glumbert are not thinkers, but doers. rabblerousers, firebrands, the menace's of life. to muse is to think, while amuse means to not think. while it is alright to indulge ourself to an amusement from time to time, normally it is best when the majority of our the blood in our systems, already stinted by physical wounds from our everyday battles, is allowed to be directed to where it can be most used, our brains.
On a transatlantic flight, a plane passes through asevere storm .
The turbulence is awful, and things go from bad to worse when one wing is struck by lighting.
One woman in particular loses it .
SCREAMING,she stands up in front of the plane. "I AM TOO YOUNG TO DIE,I WANT MY LAST MINUTES ON EARTH TO BE MEMORABLE! IS THERE ANYONE ON THIS PLANE WHO CAN MAKE ME FEEL LIKE A WOMEN?"
For a moment there is silence. Everyone has forgotten their own peril. They all stare rivited, at the desperate woman in front of the plane.
Then Canucky stands up in the rear of the plane. He is tall dark and handsome.
He starts to walk slowly up the aisle . unbuttoning his shirt, one button at a time.............................................................................................................. No one moves .............................................................................................. He removes his shirt...........
Muscles ripple across his chest................................................................... She gasps ''''' He whispers,
" Iron this ... then get me a beer!"
free speech..born of free will...and in the end, all we can come up with is war. it's refreshing to the mind to hear comments from someone that are not meant to spark a forest fire.
I wake up one morning, start my coffee, and head downstairs to tunr on my tv. i grope around absent-mindedly next to my couch for the remote, then once i find it i flip through the channels.
There are many to choose from: cartoons, childish drivel, tings that man of us would pale at. finally:
I come to a seemingly good choice for the morning till i am alert enough to drive to work. a siple news channel.
I wait for my coffee, watching the news shift across the screen. after a few minutes, the reporter announces that a break wll be taken for commercials.
I continue to watch, waiting for my coffee. First comes an ad for a car dealership, then an advertisement for yet another magical pill to help with common ailments.
I hear the sound indicating my coffee has finished, and head to my kitchen to retrive a cup.
returning to my couch with mug in hand, just in time to see the next segment of the news. i watch intently as news of the votes appears on the screen.
all of a sudden, i am abruptly woken from my morning stupor. all of a sudden i see a picture of the hated hillary clinton, accompanied by her voice trying to lie and cheat her way to the white house. enraged, i run to my garage to retrive my chainsaw and sledgehammer, then return to smash the image of hillary to bits. dismayed, i see that that part of the morning news has passed. i run to my truck, throwing my impromtu weapons into the back as i jump into the drivers seat. roaring down the street, i notice the hated face pasted to a poster, with the words "vote for hillary" under it. i grab my 12-guage from the stand behind my seat, and, leaning out the window, fire upon any of the hated posters. they blow to shreds, finally appealing to my anger.....
....later, i return home, and, just for good measure, smash the screen of my television into a million tiny peices.
I guess this will be your last post ,the CIA or the FBI will be knocking down your door after they find out who you really are, after serving the subpoena to Glumbert.
Do they have computers in jails?
(the thoughts or ideas expressed in this video are not ment to start another meaningless flame war, but rather are meant for the sole enjoyment of glumbert's other memebers. [i really do hate hillary, due to the fact that I view her as an overzealous power freak feminist.])
if not, let them come. im just dying to fill something sentient with buckshot or a few 30/30's... or perhaps miz things up, and try for a few close range headshots with my makarov. my house is a tactical nightmare, a virtual fortress with four stories of solid bullet-stopping walls. a basement, as well as small attic wings with small openings that make it impossible for more than one person to enter at a time, great for hiding in. and perhaps i could find a few of my old paint-balling smoke bombs to make things a little more interesting.
I SHALL WAIT FOR THEM WITH EAGER ANTICIPATION AND A SWELLING BLOODLUST IN MY HEART. UNTIL THE WAR,...
holy crud, my music's so dam LOUD i don't eve need my earbuds in tio hear it. didn't realize that until i pulled the earbuds out midway through "click click boom", and even THEN it was loud.
canadaman, it is unwize to unsult a viper when you are but a mere ant. prove yourself wise, and you play the role of a viper. insult another viper, and you start a war you have no hope of winning. wit and cunning, not blunt-end hollow statements.
and yet somehow our feeble race survives...tell me, how is it possible for the supposedly smartest beings on the planet to think of ourselves of decendants of animals that have not been given the right of a soul. yet, even among such mental confusion as this, there is an even worse figurative mudhole of a problem. somehow our planet has managed to err furthur by creating a vile substance to pollute the gene pools, i beast named hillary clinton. how can we live with our small mistakes like illogical conclusions, if there is such corruptness among us?
i am not. just because my intelect is put to good use does not mean i am an "asshole". rather, one could conclude quite the opposite from said evidence.
who is starting a war i just commented on your future.
I didn't threaten the next president of united states . You infinity did and thats serious stuff in some corners.
Remember this when they come to pick you up .
If I were you ,I would get out of town leave your truck and visit a cousin in another state.
infinity make sure you remember what canadaman said or tried to say.
When you are surrounded by 100's of men and women all with weapons training and a select few with elite training on how to kill another human being as quickly as possible and all are armed to the hilt -
make sure of all things you remember what canadaman said.
One thing you should possible ignore about canadamans wise advice is about the cousin thing. His relationship with is cousins and other direct relatives is against the law in most western countries.
backbone; i do not "pollute anything". are you perhaps frustrated by the fact that you cannot understand proper english, when spoken without slang or abbreviations. admit it. it frustrates you, does it not?
infinity normally I would go down a different route but I don't understand something I must have missed it when did I refer to you and "pollute anything" my english can't be that bad can you explain what you meant because I think you are a little confused.
PS: I really look forward to your explanation. Because I have no fucking idea what the fuck you are crapping on about.
....finally.....an end to, or blessed pause in, a reign of witlessness of historic proportions...the infant has retired....oh ! How great the relief...like a bm four days overdue.
Canuck, you have the best wife ever. Also, kudos to you for knowing it! You seriously need to write a book. It's funny, I am floored by your words and your use of them and I sit here trying to think of what to say and do you know what I come up with,...........ummm,errrr, duhhhh, uhhhhh....alrighty then. Go ahead everyone, call me an ass kisser, but at least I'm kissing one Hell of an ass. Well, that can be taken the wrong way. I probably shoulda posted this on Randals site, but fukit, you're the High Plains Drifter. I'll put myself out in their sites. Have at me. (hee,hee that's kinda funny 'out in their sites' get it, internet sites, gun sights......
Always nice to hear someone get a chuckle about something I wrote (whether sincere or mocking---I don't care; there's no such thing as Bad Press!). But know yours was sincere, though.
By the way, thanks for reminding me: I do LOVE your "High Planes Drifter" poster on your profile. Great flick! They don't make movies like that anymore. Great sub-plot; mystery combined with an inference of the supernatural without going overboard; and an ending that makes you THINK.
Model cars. Fantastic!
One of the funniest things I have ever seen in my life took place in Vaci Utca, the main pedestrianised shopping street in Budapest. It was, I think, in summer 2003.
I was sitting with several dozen others at a street cafe, watching the world go by, when there was a bit of a commotion about fifty yards away. Next thing, a model car came rocketing past, followed by about six evil-looking stray dogs, all of which were trying to catch it - a bit like a hare to greyhounds. A kid with the remote control was standing at the end of the street with his mates, laughing maniacally. He made the car zip in and out of the cafe tables, and the dogs of course chased it, overturning seats, spilling drinks and food and generally causing mayhem. The remote operator was good. He had the car flying up and down the street, doing what looked like hand brake turns, and the dogs were yelping and howling, falling on their arses as they tried to execute 90 degree turns to keep up.
Eventually, some officious wanker of a waiter stopped the car with his foot, took the batteries out, and threw it against a wall. This action was greeted with a mixture of boos and cheers - depending I suppose on whether spectators' drinks/food had been knocked over. The best part though, was that a couple of the dogs decided the waiter was their mortal foe, and cornered him with bared teeth and very fierce growls.
I don't know the Hungarian for "Please help me, I have just shat myself" is, but I'm pretty sure that's wat the guy was saying.
Hi Canuck.
My mother always told me - "Stay away from the crazies."
This idiot qlanet is one of them. But I'm sure you knew that anyway.
By the way, is the Calgary Stampede all it's cracked up to be? I've a friend who works for an oil company based in Calgary and he's threatening to ask me over for it. Is it just a tourist trap, or is there more to it?
I'd appreciate input.
I wish I could tell ya more, garbage. I've never been to the Stampede, much less Alberta. That's kinda sad, because I've seen more of the U.S. than my own country; I'll work on changing that soon, though.
From what I DO understand, is that the Calgary Stampede is one helluva rodeo party. All kinds of events, spectacles, contests, parties, etc. Apparently, it's gained quite a reputation amongst our American cousins as well. Very well-known and anticipated down there. They come up for religiously.
I know that in the U.S. south (particularly Texas) they pride themselves on their "cowboy" heritage. Many years ago, I had a short chat with a Texan, who was an avid "rodeo cowboy", who bluntly told me (in that drawl I get a kick out of!), "Son, y'all better know what yer doin' on yer horse up in that thar Clagary Stampede, 'cuz they don't let fags ride in that show!"
LOL!
They guy was something like a multiple-winner of contests in the Stampede, and apparently he takes this stuff quite seriously.
Never could figure out, though, is how the hell that slice of Canada evolved into being a clone of the frontier days of the American West. I've seen it on TV, and it's very strange to see all these people walking around in ten-gallon hats, wearing shit-kickers on their feet and riding stagecoaches....and THEN....you seem them surrounded by fluttering maple leaf flags, as well as the trappings of a monarchy.
canadaman you are doing a great job of sucking up to everyone and once again great advice lucky you told garbage (a seasoned traveller) to organize accommodation the guy had intentions of pitching a tent.
perhaps you rather like racist jokes...in that case:
while studying the geogrophy of africa, i recently found a river called "Niger". further study has brought me to the conclusion that the mud on the bottom of the river is black.
more big men from north of snowline? not know so many up there---you have big harem like canadaman? you smart boss chief from snow? how gaming up there? you must have many furs
Well, I just spent more time on Glumbert than I have in awhile. I will freely admit, because Canuck came back. I read all the posts, all the way down. Canuck, I echo Riza's sentiments. And no matter what people might have to say about you, your words and comments and thoughts always provoke reaction. As has been pointed out in the past, isn't that the point? Spark conversations and ideas? There are a lot of us that respect each other on here. I always like to see comments from established favorites, and enjoy most comments from ones I'm not so familiar with too. I respond or comment when I feel I have something to say. This is one of those times.
Hope everyone has a great day! I really do.
Later.
Free
INF - The only online game I played was Far Cry, but I was always getting killed due to my slow connection.
I like many of the Ubisoft games. ID had a few good games many years ago, but they got lazy. Now, I guess I don't really care anymore until I get a new platform for the new games.
okay then....nlol urself...never heard that one before...and i am definately far superior to you in games of all sorts..or i was at least.....
well, since you don't like my jokes, ill share my inspiration. cheers!
(oh god....oh god....ooooooooohhhhh.....puleeeeeeeeeeeze god.......make it so! I will pray for his recovery, his return to reality, his "coming to", even tho' I fear it may be too late.).
IMHO, to the extent that a person is driven by his own personal need for recognition, he will practice a proportionate level of restraint. The more restrained, the less needy of personal recognition. The less restrained, the more driven by self.
Infant...I wish you no harm, but you have been enormously tedious because you add nothing to the mix save your endless blather.
Come back when you mature...you are smart enough to contribute, and one day maybe you actually will.
You guys remember me asking for input about retirement a while back?
Well, remember what I told y'all what my buddy Tom said when he dropped by that day? About how if I retired at 48, I'd either die of sheer boredom, or have to be locked up in the Funny Farm as a result, because I'd be climbing the walls?
Ummmmm.......I'm starting to think he was right.
Here is my Diary For Today:
07:19hrs:
(First day off)
I get up. I yawn. I scratch my privates. I shuffle upstairs like one of George Romero's zombies. Wife gone to work; she took the kids to school; house empty...quiet.
07:27 hrs.:
Throw some jeans over my jammies; put on a ball-cap; jump in the car; go out to the local Tim Hortons, and get my double-double coffee; came back; took jeans off; back in jammies; kept the ballcap; start typing on Glumbert, sipping my coffee; smoke dangling from corner of mouth.
07:40 hrs:
Raining outside; rain falling from a gun-metal grey sky; the same goddamn black squirrel perches itself outside the backyard window to my left; it stares at me, sometimes flicking its bushy tail, and scratching at the window pane. Heil sqvirrel. NOW LEAVE ME ALONE, ADOLPH, GODDAMNIT!!, I yell; it does not heed; I continue to type; it continues to gently tap-tap-tap at my window.
07:58 hrs.:
I get up; stretch; smack my lips; yawn; mozy on over to the fridge; not that hungry; put on some CCR singing "Black Moon Rising"; I aimlessly wander around; I go back on computer; yawn again; type responses to the few Glumbertarians still around.
08:10 hrs.:
Briefly get the thought of phoning the wife at her office to have phone sex; I dismiss it; it could cause problems for her where she's at; folks there might not see eye-to-eye on that sort of thing; back to Glumbert.
08:26 hrs.:
Squirrel now whapping its head on the window; that's it; I've had it; I grab a broom, run outside, and start flailing away at it, in barefeet and pajamas; wet leaves from last year cake to my feet; the squirrel zigs; the squirrel zags; I swing; I miss; I curse; I see my next-door neighbour, Steve, staring at me from his deck, over the fence; "Uhhh....what're ya doing?", he asks; oh JOY! Someone's HOME! I have company! "Steve", I scream with delight. "Steve-O! Just trying to get rid of a pest, is all!!"; "Oh", he says. "You're trying to kill a pest in your barefeet and pajamas in the rain.....that you keep calling "Adolph"?"; the absurdity of the situation I choose to ignore at this point; I ask him if he wants to come over, and drink beer, watch taped hockey highlights; he says no; he's leaving for work; I beg; I plead; he won't play hookey; I curse him. A plague upon his house, I say to him; I go back inside; squirrel seems to have retreated. For now.
08:38 hrs.:
As I'm entering the house, I knock over my wifes favourite ornament with the broom; I'm fucked.
08:42 hrs.:
No...wait; I think I've got some of that cement Krazy-Glue stuff in the house; I think I'll go look for it; I might be okay after all; thank goodness.
09:10 hrs.:
I'm fucked.
09:30 hrs.:
Thank goodness for that huge rug we got.
09:44 hrs.:
Back on Glumbert; CCR back to singing same song; squirrel back at window; out of smokes; out of coffee.
try battlefront2. mos eisley assault it a great anger outlet, trust me. nothing like headshotting yoda with jango fett. and hope you never meet me on battlefront. if you do, you'll have about 3 seconds before your dead.
lol, yes i play battlefront. great hobby if your bored or just plain pissed.
I will look that one up when I get a chance. I always die quickly, so I was usually a engineer in FC. Funny thing is I'm an engineer in real life, so I was a exceptional engineer in the game.
Building things, and blowing up stuff is very cathartic. And unlike the other players I don't mind dying over and over again.
i am designated infinity for a reason. in battlefront, i am near indistructable. i mastered the game in under two weeks, and am gradually working my way to the top scorewise. i have lived in battles on mos eisley set to ffa with team damage on with 30 players for more than half an hour at a time. for 30 players, all madly trying to kill each other, half an hour is a long time. my other gaming aliase's are tyranus, as in darth tyranus, a.k.a. count dooku; agent x (which i used a few years back on miniclip and a few other gaming websited where i maintained monthly top ten in several different games. i also use [infldr]TYRANUS on battlefront for my formal clan servers, when we do meet.
theres nothing quite like choking your opponent and watching their health bar drain slowly; walking towards them while they dangle in midair, and slashing thier heads of with a single violent motion.
I will never be that good. I don't have the patience for it anymore. I was a very good sniper in Ghost Recon. I like the games that are in a natural environment, where I can move around.
All those dark boxed in games give me claustrophobia.
In G.R. I'm outside, the birds are singing, the wind is blowing, and its pretty quiet except for the occasional gun fire and RPGs.
or the feeling of an innocent victim walking calmly across the map, pausing, feeling that someone is watching them, you slowly centering thier heads right in the center of your crosshairs.....then squeezing the trigger, hearing the resoung shot, watching the bullet fly towards them at incredible speeds; suddenly a splatter of blood, a feeling of the loss of a life, thier soul wrenched eternaly from thier body, screaming as it ascends toward the sky...
battlefront is not dark..mos eisley is a huge tan shining city, with no shadows, no places to hide, and the feeling of the beginning and end of thousands of huge battles lingering around like a scent, though it is a mere feeling, a fleeting thought, a lost memory, making the air heavy.
Funny enough, I was just reading about the German general who gave the surrender order to his forces, which were trying to defend Berlin against the rapidly-approaching Soviet Army (the anniversary of which is today).
What a goddamn slaughterhouse that must have been.
Yes Canuck is correct!Long ago on a battlefield fought by Glumbert veterans,some of which are still amongst us, such as Pod, Mako, Bill, Canuck and myself, against the axis ultra rightwing fanatical posters who were inevitably beaten by the forces of good.
Lest I forget other posters like Chaz, Miter and Gym, I would do myself a great injustice!
A short time later others joined in on these fights, not so much as agitators against these great Satan's as they just couldn't or wouldn't sit back and not not be heard.. Riza, Free and justme .. At that time there were also the ones who made me laugh. most of the afore mentioned and some whom I will mention now.. Skids, adolph,Lord Stutz usedduouchebag!!
Then of course were Those I didn't want to try and figure out, like Throbstick , Barnsbey, trentpole and many others of the negative nature!
Canuck was the first poster to approach me and made reference to my poster name, and its connection to Stephen King. It was then I felt a little more comfortable in posting my views.
It's not that I agree with Canuck as much as it is that I respect "most" of his opinions on my own countries shortcomings.
Its also about loyalties, canuck corresponded with me when everyone else at that time were to busy trying to see what the reactions were to their posts, and even though C was getting plenty of feed back from his posts and being attacked by several posters at once, he still took the time to say "hello", ask that simple question you did spidey.
Bill , then Pod and mako, soon after said hello after as well.
I never forget when someone does me right. The same goes for when they do me wrong(unfortunately for me)
Thanks for the nice sentiments. Although, to be honest, I AM sorry that my zeal has caused you remember anything I said by way of "your country's shortcomings". Look...I may be a lot of things, but no way am I naive enough to think WE don't have OUR problems, too. BUT.....even with the "shortcomings" of both of our respective homelands, I still feel that we stand better together.....than alone. Maybe in that regard, whatever "shortcomings" we do share between our nations, will be eclipsed by the greatness of our two respective houses. More positives than negatives, I guess is my point.
Ahhhhhh, yes......the famous Battle of The Plains Of Glumbert, back in '07. Very heady days, those were; salvo after salvo; retaliatory strike after retaliatory strike; no prisoners being taken; attack; counter-attack; and dammit....how the battles raged! One day, blurring into another; eventually, they spun off into weeks; soon, even THEY became months.....and months...and months. And still the Glumbert Wars raged.
But this war....like all wars....eventually came to an end, albeit strangely.
No formal declaration was announced; no official surrender was accepted. The enemy simply......melted away.
Yes. VERY heady days.
Still a few veterans of that war who are alive and well, and active. Many more new ranks have since arrived, swelling the numbers that comprise "The Good".
But you're right, Randal...I sometimes still think of those days myself.
Squirrel now wearing a miniature swastika on left appendage; it has commenced its final assault upon my window; improvised barricades holding, but not for much longer; still waiting for relief/re-inforcements; supplies dwindling........
Barricades now disintegrating.
Please tell my wife I--------
(transmission ends)
(sounds of ghostly, crackling static..........................)
cannuck... old time remedy: sprinkle cayanne pepper around window sill, he'll be pissed but then leave forever.... unless he reaaly is adolf, and is spying. LOL!! Welcome back! ; )
I'm home early today, nothing quite like busting a tooth out of yer face (after not re-enrolling in my dental plan).
I made the lame ass mistake of using my nail gun "up close" in the peak in an attic, that sucker kicked back and smacked me in the side of my jaw and busted out a back tooth, dammit, I hate it when that happens!
Oh man, that first breath of cold air on an open nerve yeah baby now that lets me know I'm alive! Looks like GWB will be paying for a crown! Thanx Georgie
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