This statue currently stands outside the Iraqi palace, now home to the 4th Infantry Division. It will eventually be shipped home and put in the memorial museum in Fort Hood, Texas.
The statue was created by an Iraqi artist named Kalat, who for years was forced by Saddam Hussein to make the many hundreds of bronze busts of Saddam that dotted Baghdad.
Kalat was so grateful for the Americans liberation of his country, that he melted 3 of the heads of the fallen Saddam statues, and made this statue as a memorial to the American soldiers and their fallen warriors. Kalat worked on this memorial night and day for several months.
To the left of the kneeling soldier is a small Iraqi girl giving the soldier comfort as he mourns the loss of his comrade in arms.
Do you know why we don't hear about this in the news? Because it is heart warming and praise worthy. The media avoids it because it does not have the shock effect that a flashed breast or controversy of politics does.
But we can do something about it. We can pass this along to as many people as we can in honor of all our brave military who are making a difference. And please pass this on!!!!
DALLAS (AP) — In a radical change from the way everyday people do CPR, new recommendations urge many more chest compressions. The revised guidelines issued Monday by the American Heart Association on cardiopulmonary resuscitation change the ratio of chest compressions to rescue breaths from 15 compressions for every two rescue breaths to 30 compressions for every two rescue breaths.
And while the guidelines advocate a "back to basics" approach for the public, they recommend that emergency personnel get more high-tech by cooling cardiac arrest patients for 12 to 24 hours to about 90 degrees Fahrenheit.
Two significant studies have shown that such cooling resulted in improved survival and brain function for those who were comatose after initial resuscitation.
More than 300,000 Americans die each year of cardiac arrest, when the heart suddenly stops beating. The heart association estimates that more than 95% of cardiac arrest victims die before they get to the hospital.
Studies show that the chest compressions create more blood flow through the heart to the rest of the body, buying time until a defibrillator can be used or the heart can pump blood on its own. Studies have also shown that blood circulation increases with each chest compression and must be built back up after an interruption, the association says in its online journal Circulation.
"Since the 2000 guidelines, research has strengthened our emphasis on effective CPR as a critically important step in helping save lives," said Dr. Robert Hickey, chair of the American Heart Association's Emergency Cardiovascular Care programs
Judicial Watch Appeals Flowers Lawsuit against Hillary Clinton, Carville, and Stephanopoulos
Appellate Argument Scheduled for December 6th in the U.S. Court of Appeals for the Ninth Circuit
(Washington, DC) – Judicial Watch, the public interest group that fights government corruption, announced today that on December 6, 2005, Judicial Watch will take its lawsuit on behalf of Gennifer Flowers to the United States Court of Appeals for the Ninth Circuit. The lawsuit alleges Ms. Flowers was subjected to a vicious smear campaign orchestrated by Hillary Clinton and carried out by former Clinton administration aides James Carville and George Stephanopoulos. Ms. Flowers was targeted after she publicly confessed to having a long-term affair with former President Clinton.
According to Judicial Watch’s original complaint filed with the U.S. District Court for the District of Nevada: “Defendants Carville and Stephanopoulos, and those acting in concert with them, have continuously libeled and slandered…Gennifer Flowers, as well as held her in a false light, in order to smear, defame, and harm her.”
The case was originally dismissed by a lower court, which found that Judicial Watch could not prove the defendants acted with actual malice, or knowledge of the falsity of their statements, prompting Judicial Watch's appeal. According to evidence that will be presented by Judicial Watch, however, both Carville and Stephanopoulos were well aware the statements they made about Ms. Flowers were false, yet continued to repeat them publicly in order to destroy her reputation.
In separate interviews with CNN, Carville and Stephanopoulos falsely claimed Ms. Flowers “doctored” taped telephone conversations she had with President Clinton that proved they had an affair. In making this argument, they purportedly relied upon the analysis of a second generation copy of Ms. Flowers’ audiotape by convicted felon and “detective to the stars,” Anthony Pellicano, even though they knew Pellicano had given the Los Angeles Times a different and more truthful analysis, saying, “I don’t know that it [the tape] was doctored.”
The court had also previously dismissed Judicial Watch's conspiracy charge against Hillary Clinton, ruling the statute of limitations had expired. However, Judicial Watch will prove Carville and Stephanopoulos made defamatory statements about Ms. Flowers at the behest of Hillary Clinton up to 1998. Judicial Watch filed its lawsuit in 1999, well within the 3-year statute of limitations.
“Hillary Clinton has proven she is willing to destroy anyone who might interfere with her political ambitions,” said Judicial Watch President Tom Fitton. “Hillary Clinton saw Gennifer Flowers as a threat to Bill Clinton’s candidacy and the evidence shows she conspired with Carville and Stephanopoulos to spread lies about Ms. Flowers’ in order to ruin her credibility.”
“I am confident that if I am given a fair hearing with judges who will accurately review the evidence that my case will go forward and that justice will be served,” said Ms. Flowers.
Ms. Flowers originally filed the lawsuit in November 1999. U.S. District Court Judge Philip Pro dismissed it in August 2000, only to have the case reinstated by the U.S. Court of Appeals. A copy of Judicial Watch’s complaint on behalf of Ms. Flowers can be found on www.judicialwatch.org.
40-ish................................49. Adventurous......................Slept with everyone. Athletic...............................No breasts. Average looking....................Moooo. Beautiful.............................Pathological liar. Bubbly Personality................Common as muck. Emotionally Secure................On medication. Feminist................................Fat. Free spirit............................Junkie. Friendship first......................Former slut. New-Age............................Body hair in the wrong places. Old-fashioned.......................No BJs. Open-minded.......................Desperate. Outgoing............................Loud and Embarrassing. Professional..........................Bitch. Voluptuous..........................Very Fat. Large frame.........................Hugely Fat. Wants Soul mate..................Stalker.
WOMEN'S ENGLISH: 1. Yes = No 2. No = Yes 3. Maybe = No 4. We need = I want 5. I am sorry = You'll be sorry 6. We need to talk = You're in trouble 7. Sure, go ahead = You better not 8. Do what you want = You will pay for this later 9. I am not upset = Of course, I am upset, you moron! 10. You're certainly attentive tonight = Is sex all you ever think about?
MEN'S ENGLISH: I am hungry = I am hungry 2. I am sleepy = I am sleepy 3. I am tired = I am tired 4. Nice dress = Nice cleavage! 5. I love you = Let's have sex now 6. I am bored = Do you want to have sex? 7. May I have this dance? = I'd like to have sex with you. 8. Can I call you sometime? = I'd like to have sex with you. 9. Do you want to go to a movie? = I'd like to have sex with you. 10. Can I take you out to dinner? = I'd like to have sex with you. 11. I don't think those shoes go with that outfit = I'm gay
SNIPE from the BLABBER!! THE BLABBER SAID: Camping - You may wonder why you got attacked. Well my issue is clear, not every woman you think is attractive wants to f**k your ex boyfriend......It is perfectly acceptable to assume that one woman's dreamboat is another woman's troll......Ya know? There was really no need to try and ridicule me on mic because you didn't understand there are more than two sorts relationship, not just married and single! - To demand to know all about my personal life and summon me to the mic like a naughty girl was completely tragic......I am not here to explain myself to any f**ker. Least of all someone who is jealous and paranoid. You are welcome to Zipper - I only do Englishmen ty.
ZIPPERGATES response:
Dear Blabber,
You certanly assume alot, I as you only stick to my own country to select a partner for a relationship and you certanly dont fall in that catagory, personally I wouldnt fuck your skanky ass with the Tattler's dick.
Ok now thats all cleared up, have a wonderful day!
Sunday, November 20, 2005 If these imitators were people, I would embrace their genocide.
Lately I've been reading a about a lot of stupid people parroting my Tattler blog. There are too many to list all of them here, but I'll be damned if I'm not going to try. I propose that we all agree, here and now, to strike all blogs but one about Social Issues, from our collective minds for the betterment of humanity.
The Other Blogs: The word for so many "Tattler-like blogs" now, is literally shorthand for "boring;" a vulgar, overused idea that strikes your ear with the dull thud of a cudgel to the soft spot of a child. It's an attempt used by creative drop outs to give legitimacy to their shallow stolen opinions and amateur writing that seems to be permanently stuck in first draft hell. Looking at the writing of their blogs, one would expect someone who is able to link a few words together to form a decent sentence, or believe that if they attempt to write anything, they've been at it for years, and have honed their craft and improved their writing since it's usually safe to assume that if someone does something long enough, he or she will eventually not suck at it. Even with lowered expectations, you'll get a shotgun blast of disappointment in your face, visiting these blogs.
It's an unspoken rule now, that every blog must use the same style as the Tattler but with: long, slender columns of annoyingly condensed text, thousands of inane comments, plugs for shitty rooms, and more links to yet more Tattleresque blogs
Their blogs: Term used to describe anyone with enough time to ape every bit of Tattler minutia filling their uneventful lives. Possibly the most annoying thing about copy cats is the sense of self-importance they get after even the most modest of publicity. Sometimes it takes as little as a mention of the lesser blogger's site to send their ego into orbit. Zippergate and strawberry juice copy the entire Tatter under their name. Others just copy style and substance.
God forbid their blog gets mentioned in a room. If you thought it was impossible for a certain blogger to get more pious than she was, wait until you see the shit storm of self-righteous save-the-world bullshit after her blog is mentioned attacking the Tattler. Suddenly the boring, mild-mannered Feta Cheese you once knew will turn into Mother Theresa, and single handedly take it upon herself to end world hunger with her stupid opinions to band people from her room groupies consisting of smug dipshits.
Tattler: What you call a trivial or largely inconsequential blog once unique to social issues participants.
Copying: If minds had anuses, copying would be what your mind would do when it had to take a dump.
Boring Tattler Type: The "Tattler type" is the new buzz word that describes what has happened to the hundreds of Tattler look-a-likes. It's what idiots like to call "in my own words" but is a collection of unoriginal ramblings, otherwise known as a tragedy.
Tattlermania: Like all other manias, except relating to the infatuation of copying the Tattler. It's one step above the more caustic phrase "thief." Thankfully the latter hasn't caught on to the extent of its brethren, but that doesn't stop me from punching anyone who does it in the dick.
The Rattler: Some prick thought it would be clever to spell "Tattler" using the letter "r" in the title. Wow, real clever, dipshit. How did you come up with that one?
Bucketful of Worms: http://www.best-world-website.com/links.html The only site worthy of visiting. It's original, well written, humorous, creative, and honest. I do hope they will allow me a posting from time to time.
It's been said; "too many cooks spoil the stew", and without a doubt this is true. There are far too many blogs writing about the same people and so it is with deep regret that I take The Tattler out of the running.
I've enjoyed the writing, enjoyed the identity guessing games, enjoyed the emails (both good and bad), enjoyed the compliments, and ignored the critics.
Social Issues Blabber Setting the record straight on the REAL shenanigans of social issues!!! Friday, November 18, 2005
In a land far away - somewhere discreet, just short of a treacherous gravel path....
Greetings and salutations!
It is with giddy head abound with glee that I present to you the first edition of the BLABBER! - Oh joy the times I have sat here itching to have my say about the daily tomfoolery. Well now is the time *sinister laugh*......
Firstly I will make comment to the Tattler, whomever they may be. It has been most humourous at times keeping abreast with the daily antics on social issues via your blog, but you do tend to fill in the gaps and make merry scandal where none had previously existed. This makes you as bad as those you seek to condemn. You favour someone one day, Yet crucify them and throw them into an unmarked grave the next, I cannot respect that one iota. The fact that you do this whilst presenting your written word with the appearance of educational skill could only impress those poor souls that lack a decent education of their own.
I must now move on and make comment on those who make a daily pilgrimage clutching their early morning 'cawfee' and medication to read whatever comments the Tattler has seen fit to spew forth.
Many take what they read in good stead, allowing a good mix of lively comment and humour to back up opinion. Others simply go berserk and make short work of biting their way through their restraints to attack people that have been besmirched on the Tattlers page! These people are pathetic, the dregs of social issues, all taking delight in the fact that someone has been slagged off and throwing more petrol into the flames, thus creating a veritable inferno - SHAME ON YOU!
There can be no greater piss ant than one who goes after someone else because they believe all they read in an egotists blog! - Yes Tattler, I called you an egotist, you are also arrogant and self serving.
MelodyLaneNoBrain is a classic case in hand for the disgusting way she saw fit to trash and bash Tornado f5, having read a character assassination in the Tattler. This specimen decided it was the gospel itself and set about calling Tornado all the shit eating scumbags under the sun over the care he provides for his pets. I don't think it will be too long before a big shaggy dawg in the neighbourhood approaches you Melody - you sound like a bitch and should be treated accordingly. Leave people alone if all you have as ammo is a blog! you silly braindead piece of filth.
CrazyCajun is someone else regularly taking a beating on social issues by those people who think they are above everyone else. She is a nice lady, never does anyone any harm, yet is repeatedly lambasted and torn apart for people's own merriment. These are the kind of people that pull the legs off of spiders so they can delight as their power becomes greater. You snivelling cowards wouldn't last two seconds with those mouths in the real world. You are cowards. I hope CC has a wonderful break away from the evil of social issues.
I am bored of the same arses being hauled over hot coals on a daily basis. There are far worse people to grace social issues than those always commented upon. Personally I find a quick slap keeps most people in order, there is no fun to be had pissing on someones carcass ad nauseam. No sport if the animal lays dead.
Onto the goss..........
Boaz and Starlyin make their fair share of headlines, and you know what? it bores the crap out of me. You don't have to frequent any room that has people in it you cannot stand, does that make any sense to you? Hmmm one has to wonder sometimes.
It has caused quite an amount of controversy of late that Boaz rang Zakjan's home in the early hours of the morning and piped the answerphone into a room. Well it isn't so long ago that Boaz had a prank call of his own, and he threatened to involve the local law enforcement, the sherrif, the Pope, a fleet of passing clowns on unicycles, and Uncle Tom Cobbley and allllll and Uncle Tom Cobbley and alllllllll... He was told he had won a large sum of money and he was heard to scream in a girly manner when confronted with such a life changing prize. Sadly this was also piped into a room (though not on social issues) and I dare say this is the root of all evil and the reason why this poor excuse for a man needs to harrass a woman with a family during the night. It can't be much fun being subjected to ridicule wherever one roams, Hey Boaz? As for Starlyin, she gives out abuse and receives abuse, so if you don't wish to be on the receiving end - Don't dish it out people, it's as simple as that. If you expect a woman, any woman to sit back and take the crap that Starlyin gets without repercussions then I suggest you put your pc back in its box and ship it to someone that can make good use of it. She may not be worthy of a role as a fairy on top of a christmas tree, but many of the people that attack her don't even know christmas falls in December! ;)
It never ceases to amaze me how many 'chatters' run to the room admin everytime a spat gets out of hand, when they have been ranting at someone for the best part of an hour hahaha.......Deary me. If you don't want people talking about your private life, Here's an idea - DON'T BRING IT TO THE PUBLIC ARENA! - All this 'he is mentioning my personal life blah blah blah' is the biggest crock of shit EVER!, It isn't rocket science you know, you don't need to be a direct descendant of Einstein himself to work it out.....Stop the wailing and gnashing of teeth EVERYTIME you get beaten to death by your own drama!. (No names were needed here, there are so many that subscribe to that particular social issues downfall)
PossilFossil the dear kilt wearing haggis tossing Gentleman from afar is currently looking to patent a spray that wards off wanton women, he has at his disposal a harem that would make any debonair young man about town green with envy - How does he do it? Well the key word here is Gentleman, Possil is a credit to this godforesaken program, May he never change! It is sad to learn that the Woman at the helm of the harem shouting most loudly for PossilFossil's attention is the very Woman that offends him most - If you're reading this Mothers, he's not going to flip you over and do you Lakota styleeee, so please go and set up your stall elsewhere.
Rumour has it that Goddess of no things has thrown her handkerchief down for some unsuspecting Englishman to pick up......Sadly not only was the handkerchief left to sink in the mud, but a puddle was also splashed into her face by a passing bandwagon, There there Goddess - put down the broken vodka bottle and stop wielding it toward anyone who dares to say 'hi' or 'bye' to 'him', the love has longsince turned to dust - along with your womb, So please find a more befitting hobby for a woman of your considerable years - like knitting or something. The abuse you hurl when your brain is swimming in a sea of cheap booze is a toe-curling and bizarre experience for any unwitting spectator. Marriage wrecking is an equally distasteful hobby to partake in. Here's an idea, stop expecting your ex Husband to support you and keep you in booze for the rest of your days, get off your arse and go and find someone you can hold in the real world. I realise the only time you have a wet patch on your mattress is when you retire in a drunken stupor clutching the bottle and the lid falls off during slumber, but nevertheless you should seek a real person with a pulse - They can work wonders, even on the oldest hag on the block.
Kevin the Canadian moose has recently been escorted out of social issues by his collar, rumour had it that it was infact Kevin British that had tootled off to the great gay club in the sky, but alas it was not he. Despite Kevin the Canadian moose writing his own account of what occured it didn't stop 27,369 rumours swiftly circulating down the halls of social issues. These rumours range from telling a red@ to go fornicate himself - to doing the do with a small furry animal live on cam. What stuff and nonsense! I sometimes forget that I am frequenting rooms with fellow adults, honestly I do. To those of you that wished it was Kevin British I am sending a big *GUFFAW* in your general direction. He will of course remain as loud and proud as ever, and rightfully so!. I hope those of you that were too quick to jump to a conclusion here can get a refund for all the bunting, booze and assorted snacks you purchased for the party.....
Addydawn has recently seen fit to air her private life on a mic to all who cringed and squirmed as she proceeded to reel off the spine chilling saga that marks the end to her marriage. This was very brave of you Addydawn as surely you understand the news you so willingly shared was not a part of a counselling session, but divulged in front of a bevy of drunks, cut throats and vagabonds! - The day social issues becomes a place where it is safe to bare one's soul is the day that we will see Bin Laden popping into the local supermarket for a packet of ciggies! Really Addy, you roly poly blubbering fool, did you really HAVE to be so candid? I am touched to hear that you got custody of the lil furry thing but did you seriously think that 'Hubby' would want to hang onto your pussy when he's found a new one? God no!
Scarlet Begonias is keeping a low profile thesedays, with her captivating giggle and glittery smiley face missing, social issues is a much duller place. The Blabber hopes that she is well and hasn't met with an accident by plugging her bucking bronco dildo into the mains for too long or something. She is a breath of fresh air, even if she is approaching 30 without having ever soiled her hands with manual labour, I say you go girl, if you can make your body work for you, then who are we to judge? - I must ask though, what's the pension plan like?
Anthony_K has let it slip that he used to be a scriptwriter. One has to ask how in the world this man has ever managed to secure gainful employment when he has the IQ of a squashed lentil. I think it's fair to say that he has created somewhat of a smokescreen of BS from which to spout self importance, but sadly the only people that give him any credence are fellow escapees from the asylum. Anthony_K is a wankstain on the quilt of life, nothing more, nothing less and should be treated accordingly by all who are unfortunate enough to encounter this loud, jumped up, self proclaimed man. Someone took the mic in a room a night or two ago to tell everyone how annoying Anthony_K's voice was - the general reply was 'Who's Anthony_K' - which pretty much says it all.
Spudspud has had too much coverage already on the Tattler, but it would be impossible not to mention this loud mouthed shed dweller who lives in the land of the free, the VERY free. Well listen Spuddy, it's not free just because you happen to pay everything with your giro! The good folks of the land actually PAY to keep you in gnomes and potting soil, yet you hate them all with a passion not even yet invented!. When are you off to join your beautiful hairy wife with the vocal finesse of Ian Paisley in the land of all that is tragic? She is very proud of you for being a real man and is not ashamed to tell rooms of people packed to the rafters, in all your years on this earth you have managed to not only reside in a shed, but build it with your own fat hands!, she got so moist about it we had to canoe our way out of the room. It is going to be a harsh winter in England this year I am told, I do hope you have enough balaclavas to see you through!.....If not please have a word with Goddess, she is taking up knitting if she has any sense. (If? haha)
The rooms on social issues have left a lot to be desired lately. It can usually be a given that CampingFool will have her room open, but if you want to partake in a debate this is certainly NOT the room to go into. No shoes, No shirt, No Topic, No $200, No fun.Camping told the good folks yesterday that due to the fact that the coffee shop wasn't open, Old Joe and Godot et al could use her room to discuss politics. She went on to say that she wouldn't usually discuss politics which poses the obvious question dear Fool - Why in the name of arse do you open rooms in social issues? You do not belong there at all, so pack up your perverted ex lover and head for them thar hills, you are mindnumbingly boring and look like nana mouskouri after a good kick in.
A new room has appeared in the last day or so - 'Halloween's over, get rid of the scarecrow and tinman'! - wow the winter evenings must simply fly by in the house of the person/s that came up with that little nugget of pure genius! I think it is a fair thing to say that Halloween is definately NOT over judging on the amount of witches and ghouls gathered together therein! Never let it be said that the cauldron boils dry on social issues, we may be out of season for pumpkin carving, but there are certainly enough faces that look like they have been carved out with a knife...
And so, I sign off for now but fear not mere mortals, this is just the tip of a very catastrophic iceberg..........
Drug prohibition does more to make Americans unsafe than any other factor. Just as alcohol prohibition gave us Al Capone and the mafia, drug prohibition has given us the Crips, the Bloods and drive-by shootings. Consider the historical evidence: America's murder rate rose nearly 70% during alcohol prohibition, but returned to its previous levels after prohibition ended. Now, since the War on Drugs began, America's murder rates have doubled. The cause/effect relationship is clear. Prohibition is putting innocent lives at risk.
What's more, drug prohibition also inflates the cost of drugs, leading users to steal to support their high priced habits. It is estimated that drug addicts commit 25% of all auto thefts, 40% of robberies and assaults, and 50% of burglaries and larcenies. Prohibition puts your property at risk. Finally, nearly one half of all police resources are devoted to stopping drug trafficking, instead of preventing violent crime. The bottom line? By ending drug prohibition Libertarians would double the resources available for crime prevention, and significantly reduce the number of violent criminals at work in your neighborhood.
One night a father overheard his son saying his prayers "God bless Mommy and Daddy and Grammy. Goodbye Grampa."
Well, the father thought it was strange, but he soon forgot about it. The next day, the Grandfather died. About a month or two later the father heard his son saying his prayers again "God bless Mommy. God bless Daddy. Goodbye Grammy."
The next day the grandmother died. Well, the father was getting more than a little woried about the whole situation. Two weeks later, the father once again overheard his sons prayers. "God Bless Mommy. Good bye Daddy."
This alone nearly gave the father a heart attack. He didn't say anything but he got up early to go to work, so that he would miss the traffic. He stayed all through lunch and dinner. Finally after midnight he went home. He was still alive! When he got home he appologized to his wife. "I am sorry Honey. I had a very bad day at work today."
"You think you've had a bad day? YOU THINK YOU'VE HAD A BAD DAY!?" the wife yelled, "The mailman dropped dead on my doorstep this morning".
The head of the Orlando Florida NAACP - a long-time stalwart of the Democrat party locally and nationally - has stunned political experts by switching his allegiance to the Republican Party.
"I've thought about this for two years," Derrick Wallace, head of Orange County's NAACP told the Orlando Sentinel Tuesday, just a few hours after returning from the elections office where he enrolled as a Republican. "This is not a decision I made yesterday."
His decision sent shock waves through Central Florida's political establishment - Orlando is located smack in the middle of the so-called I-4 corridor, the hotly contested area considered key to winning statewide elections. Along with the grwoing Latino voting bloc in that region, African-Americans can play the part of a vital swing vote.
Republican Party leader Lew Oliver told the Sentinel he was "extraordinarily pleased," while Democratic leader Tim Shea expressed his disappointment. Wallace's defection from the ranks of the Democratic Party is music to the ears of Republicans who have been mounting a huge effort to attract African-Americans to the GOP. According to Orlando GOP chairman Oliver, all of the members of the GOP executive board joined the NAACP a few years back to show that they were serious about outreach. "We have taken pains to do our very best to reach out," he said.
Wallace, a construction company executive, told the newspaper his business life played a big part in his decision to switch parties.
"It's purely a business decision. Ninety percent of those I do business with are Republicans," he said. "Opportunities that have come to my firm have been brought by Republicans."
He explained that this line of thought referred to the NAACP as well. Behind many of the power desks in Orlando sit Republicans and he told the Sentinel he wants his organization to be part of the local power structure, and does not want people to immediately identify NAACP concerns as being the same as those of liberal Democrats. "I want this branch to be respected," he said.
In the past, Wallace has twice supported Republican candidates for the post of Orlando mayor, a job he once sought for himself.
Tuesday, November 15, 2005 A little sincerity is a dangerous thing, and a great deal of it is absolutely fatal.
DO NOT PURCHASE A GREEN OR BLUE NAME !
The Red Admin D was giving out free subscriptions for blue names in Starlyin's and Boaz's room the other day. For all who have paid, and repeatedly paid, this is a monumental slap in the face. Chat Attack, TheePossilFossil, JoJo (This name did not get a blue name, her name was included erroneously, apologies), tickles_m, and others were handed upgrades. If you want to make some noise about this, tell everyone you know, and email Pal Talk to complain.
Boaz and Starlyin have spent days massacring Mothers, and allowing tapes of Mothers, swearing, crying, screaming, begging, and humiliating herself, to be played ad nauseam, much to the amusement of the chimps clacking their bananas against the cage in their room. These two mental midgets, or as they have come to be known, "Tweedle Dumb and Tweedle Dumber", were the same two babies that ran weeping and crying to the "Red Admins" for justice when Runnin Fer Cover made a tape about them. Oh! how the tables have turned. It was blasphemy, against TOS, a sin, a covetousness, a damnation, an immorality, a peccadillo violation of the highest order, that anyone show these two sick bastards in song, for what they really are. They campaigned for Runnin to be banned from Pal Talk forever, because Runnin fer Cover stepped up and took the challenge to illuminate their idiocy, and a good job he did, showing Starlyin as an Olympian victim (Starlyin, you are not the only person to have open-heart surgery, get over it, the world is sick of you retelling that tattered old tale), and Boaz is the poster boy for Oedipus (someone misses his milk nipple way too much). For months Starlyin and Boaz have groomed Mothers for the position of dancing monkey in their ever sinking Titanic-like room. First Mothers was a "sister"; defended and protected by Starlyin. Boaz just wanted to bang Mother's daughter, and would do just about anything to fulfill his need for a pedophilia experience. Then Mothers said she sent Starlyin some money for a trip to Disneyland, which seems very plausible, since Starlyin whined and whinged for months about not having enough money to do all the things she wanted to do at Disney, on her meager funds. Mothers sent that money, just as Tornado gave Mothers his address for her to sent money to him--- and who took the fall; Mothers. She might be annoying, she might be as immature as green apples, but she is no liar when it comes in her attempts to make friends.
The vultures in that room cry foul, because they don't like to hear Mothers, but do they leave? Do they ignore her? Do they mute their sound? Do they open a "Mothers free room". You bet your sweet ass they don't. The love to bitch, and some of the so-called nice folks are at the top of the bitch-best list. What is most outstanding is Mothers is never silenced in the room, and Dan the Cat Killer has been welcomed back with open arms. Starlyin, swore he was banned for life, from her room, but like everything else that crosses her lips, this statement was a lie for drama, and an attempt to make her look moral on some God-forbidden level. A level most people can never sink low enough to understand.
What is most galling about all of this pediatric infantile behavior, is watching the vultures pick Mothers bones bare as she begs on the mic for all to stop. What possible joy could anyone get from watching the spiral into self destruction of another human being? You may be well suited to think about the level on which you find satisfaction, and never cry when that turd-tossing tornado you participate in comes flying back to hit you square in the face. While your thinking of it, remind yourself that this woman has small children, and what you are doing to Mothers to affect those children's lives.
After weighing all the issues of Social Issues, Greeneyes is a saint compared to Starlyin, and everything Starlyin and Boaz get is so richly deserved. Boaz, is just sad. Who can't find an ounce of sympathy for a nutless wonder dipped in cowardice and left to befriend an old bitter women and exchange recipes for the rest of his life. It must be true, what goes around , comes around.
Idiot of the day ---- Boaz and Starlyin
Admin of the day--- Admin D (for needing his ass kissed more than needing integrity)
Nice person of the day --- Runnin Fer Cover (let the songs begin, according to Boaz and Starlyin, it's a go.)
Quote of the day --- Boaz Frankel: dog recipes ?
Mailbag:
Dear Tattler:
I hope that your page returns soon! As that self important Red@ D has seen seen fit to bann me from Pal for the serious crime of questioning the racist actions of his "cyber-Pals" in Social Issues, you are now my only link to the kerrfuffles that happen there. Of course this has great benefit for me! I can check daily for the highlights which you provide, without investing any of my time or computer resources in dong so. Such a deal is rarely made, particularly when dealing with the neophytes who run Pal, and their bigoted and racist co-harts in Social Issues. So Tattler, concern yourself not with negative comments from the likes of Scarline, BoBo, BlowJob Jann, Greenslime, GobbBitch or the other low lives who have attacked you. You provide an invaluable service and you always report with great accuracy. Perhaps the Pal Talk thieves will forward you the pro-rated remainder of my subscription fees?
I wish to take this opportunity to bid farewell to my friends whom I have exchanged laughs with over the past couple of years. You know who you are! I may even miss a few of you But shed no tears my friends. I have risen, been resurrected! I am off to INSPEAK!!!!!!
I'm so very proud of my son who served in Operation Iraqi Freedom.
He knew the mission was important, and he understood that the war in Iraq was central to the war on terrorism.
Sadly, my son (Lance Cpl. Michael Jason Williams) lost his life in combat in this war. My life changed forever when I got a knock at my door, informing me that Michael had been killed in action. My son is my hero.
As a father, I can't tell you what a gut-wrenching blow it was, and still is. Not a day goes by I don't think about my child. But the Anti-American, anti-war crowd that pretends to 'support the military, but not the mission' are a pack of liars.
Some people, like Cindy Sheehan and Michael Moore, have tried to exploit the death of Michael and others who lost their lives in Iraq, in order that they might advance their far left political agenda.
If we don't stand up to the Cindy Sheehans, Michael Moore's and the politicans who are using Michael's death to further their agenda of undermining our Commander-in-Chief, then Michael Jason William's devotion to this great country will be rendered meaningless.
I know from bitter experience.
I am a Vietnam veteran.
I don't know what is so hard for the people in today's anti-war movement to understand. Radical Islamic Extremists are determined to kill Americans and destroy our way of life.
In Iraq the terrorist insurgency is led by a fellow named Zarqawi, his position is the leader of "Al Qaeda in Iraq" yet the anti-war crowd marches through our streets proclaiming that the war in Iraq has nothing to do with the war against terrorism.
Well, I've had enough of the misguided, anti-military and even anti-American rhetoric from the anti-war crowd. They seem to be rooting for our enemies more than our own troops at times.
So I've decided to help fight back.
I've leant my voice and my story - and the story of my son's sacrifice for his nation - to Move America Forward, for them to use in a national radio ad campaign.
Right now we're trying to raise enough money to purchase the time on radio stations around the country to make sure this message is heard.
Please, support this effort by making a contribution to help pay for the airtime for this radio commercial. I would be honored to have you help get this message out.
Thursday, November 10, 2005 The most perfidious way of harming a cause consists of defending it deliberately with faulty arguments.
Please Join Us at 7:00 PM EST & Tell Us How We Can Improve the Room & What You Think of Our Admins & Other Chatters!
This was posted today in Mainstream Politics. This sort of posting to the Socialites Issues is like announcing to a drunken submarine fleet that women-of-the-night are coming aboard, and everyone has free passes to the delights of devilish bed hopping. Many people attended the Stupidity Summit, but after a few moments of :::handshaking:::, and promises of peace, the gloves came off, the whining began, and bloodied noses were abundant. Voo, it's never been said you can't command the attention of an audience with intelligent and cogent remarks. Many times your words are thought-provoking and humorous when you choose to go that route, but like an Arctic hi-way, that road is seldom travelled. You can't stop yourself from heckling, humiliating, and berating, everyone who doesn't agree with your position on everything from God to goldfish. When this happens you attack with a malignant maliciousness that would make Hannibal Lector fetal himself in a corner. You shoot a screeching cackle (no witch comment, Voxy will shout foul), to punctuate your opinion and dot the entire experience with a show from your goading and baiting turnips.
(Democracy is defined as: The principles of social equality and respect for the individual within a community. and Believing in or practicing social equality)
Since you asked.
Practice what you preach. If you believe in democracy, as you say, allow everyone equality of thought. Yours is no greater, nor important, than those who oppose you.
Stop the accusations, condemnation, blamings, diatribes, sarcasm, tirades, tongue-lashings, vilification, vituperation, and just plain old being a son-of-a-bitch, because you can.
Clean up your room, the text is so vulgar and hateful, you make Larry Flint, look like Jesus Christ himself.
Rise to higher ground, and stop acting like trickling water that seeks the lowest level.
Your admins don't monitor your room, what they do is kiss the ass of friends, and castigate everyone else.
Karl (this is one cracker jack without a prize inside) is your chief offender, and if you don't believe this, ask people who are not in your circle of sycophants.
Most importantly... STOP the filibustering on mic. Imilac, Noogie, Karl and yourself, feel that what you have to say, must take and hour. If any of you can't say it in three minutes, than you are not worthy of the word intelligent. Form your comments, say them, get off.
Save your dotting and sarcasm for room raiders, music players, and jack asses. Opinions should never be shouted down, or dismissed, just because you don't agree.
Today Jacquie_2 was bounced from your room because? You didn't like her words? How democratic of you. Swan Songstress, entered your room and without saying a word to you, she was attacked on mic by you. Room participants were not only allowed, but encouraged, to accuse her of everything from bestiality to boredom, and you led the attack. You hounded her with intrusive sexual comments, and then had the temerity to put in the banner to your room " How can we improve". Are you on crack? Then a woman named Melody Lane was vivisected by Karl, because she told him he was rude for jumping the mic over Moses Knows. Karl's reply to her was the endless screaming, sound-breaking, rant of profanities,of a red-neck who just found his last beer missing. You jumped on the side of Karl, laughed in text, as you watched the emotional rape. You didn't stop it. You loved it. The woman didn't sling profanities at Karl, but he kept pounding away at her (only pounding with a woman he'll ever get). Then Karl did as he always does, he threatened her with a bounce from the room if she didn't shut up....all for saying he was rude and a liar, of which he is both. She was then dotted. Point, game, touchdown, and that Sir is the reason your room is a pile of shit. Clean it up, take away 99 of the 100 hats you have given out, let the people talk without ridicule, and silence the vulgarity, and bumper sticker comments that only serve to cause a fight. As the hooker said to the priest--- You can do better , I know you can, why not give it a go ?
On second thought, Mothers you deserve it all
Out of 50 people in Starlyin's room heckling Mothers, Iliad was the only one with enough brains to speak to Mothers properly. Iliad, take a bow, you are a decent man.
JoJo is the new Social Issues counselor. She floats from room to room, profiling personalities with the skill of an armless man catching fish.
Tornado was telling a group of women in "Europe and the rest of the World" about abortion. Tornado, have you been on the stupid sauce again? Talk about walking into a motorcycle biker bar and screaming " I'm gay and I want all of you to know you are bad , bad, bad boys." The women of the room nailed Tornado's nuts to a stump and repeatedly kicked him backwards. Tornado, next time, wear the kevlar jock when you decide to tell women what to do with their bodies.
Isabellah is now running the best room in the evening. Well done, and you are much better by yourself, than hitching your wagon to TowTow.
Idiot of the day ----Karl
Admin of the day --- Isabellah
Nice person of the day --- Lord Merciful Voo ( he's trying, can't ask for more)
Quote of the day --- tickles_m_: oh fuck off bee you loser (What was that about "nice" you said?)
Mailbag:
Dear Tattler, Your wrong again as usual. Not only do I not roam the halls of paltalk at night. I don't drink. Do you think you could not twist conversations ? You missed the whole point of what Shammy was saying. Stay long enough to get the real drift of the conversations or don't come in the middle of one thinking you know what it is. I still like the tattler, but I will point out to you when you have a conversation screwed up. Especially if your in Stephanie233's room.
Thank You,
Ravenn
The Tattler: Okay, let's go over this one more time. " In Social Infishtation today, Crabfisherman, Shamrock, and Ravenn shared booze anecdotes, while comparing IQ's. Shamrock said her IQ is 168, (must have been taken on a big scale at weight watchers). Shamrock also said "Most alcoholics are the educated " when confessing her own battle with the bottle. That must leave drunk for the dumb. This room needs to be renamed "Crime of the Sauce".
shared as defined by Webster: To participate in, use, enjoy, or experience jointly or in turns. (You participated)
anecdotes as defined by Webster: A short account of an interesting or humorous incident. (Crab and Shamrock both had stories to tell.)
Hey Einstein, where did it say you drank booze, was an alcoholic, or a dunk? The entire conversation consisted of Crabfisherman discussing is overflowing trash can of beer bottles, and Shamrock empathizing with her own trip down Johnny Walker Lane. You Ravenn were endlessly bitching about "The Tattler" misquoting you on your bedtime, which was corrected in a follow up blog 300 years ago, (which you failed to mention in your email). The rest of the participants sat silent. Appreciation for the poke, and we'll stop screwing when you start grasping.
The Tattler is taking a break from this hateful shit.
Wednesday's terrorist attacks against innocent civilians in three hotels in Amman, Jordan demonstrates why it is so important for us to step up the war against terrorism.
We either defeat the terrorists - by killing them overseas and showing them that the United States will not back down - or else we will face more terrorist attacks here at home.
Appeasement and surrender is no option. Just look at the streets of Paris, France, which are lined with burning automobiles by Muslim youth who feel slighted by the French government. Not only have they shot and killed a police officer, but they also doused a woman in gasoline as she attempted to escape the riots. She was on crutches, and thus could not outrun the attackers. She now suffers burns on over 60% of her body.
Right now the most prominent frontline in America's war against terrorism is Iraq. And we MUST prevail there - even though some people are determined to get the United States to give up and pull out of Iraq.
Friends, this is EXACTLY why we are running our radio ads across the nation rallying Americans to support the war in Iraq.
We've so far raised a little more than $25,000 for these ads. That's simply not enough - especially since the ads will expand to markets around the country NEXT WEEK. We must be well into the hundreds of thousands of dollars to truly have an impact and give Americans the "shot in the arm" to return to the fold and support the mission our military men and women are serving in.
Let us please pull together and double the $25,000 we've raised in the next 24 hours:
Wednesday, November 09, 2005 Let us be thankful for the fools. But for them the rest of us could not succeed.
All the world's idiots loved VooVille a lot So the Voo booted out of law school saw attention to be got The Voo loved his notoriety with a greed almost pure Don't ask us just why, 'cause we're not really sure.
The people in Social Issues, he loves to give shit Or maybe because of sycophants he'd become it. Most likely, I think, making fame his goal Is that the Voo is simply devoid of a soul.
It didn't really matter- lack of soul or bad fan-ling As he sat in rooms and started a'rambling. Over a dish of chicken fried smacking lips galore, He spied the teaming masses in the room next door. He knew that inside those rooms folks were numbing Multiple personal attacks kept his name continuously humming.
And he would watch the shouting damnation Done by Karl with Karen's ammunition. With no critical thinking far as his eye could see, They never understood what freedom could be, And Speech.- that was practically FREE! Free! Free! It was practically FREE! And free was a thing he knew just mustn't be!
Somehow he must tap this boundless resource (To help ease pain from his third divorce.) And the more the Voo figured that he could get laid The more the Voo thought that a room should be made. "There must be a way I can milk this cash cow- I must make a room- I must --- but How?"
Then he got an idea, a horrible thought. The Voo figured out that people could be bought. "I know what to do! I'm so full of shit! I'll collect all the dummies and make Mainstream a hit!
I'll fill Karl's brain with green slime and horse shit! I'll dazzle the audience with facts that don't fit! I must find my Mainstream an adorable room toy And bash and smash him till his pants he does soil!"
You're avaricious, you nasty Voo You just can't get enough You attack with spitting venom And then say to them "That's tough!" Nasty Voo! You're a rabid bastard- with a coat of mangy scruff.
Still, the story's too short, and he has to insert Some ancient resume lest Karl's feelings get hurt. And the more intelligent the newbies, the more insults inserting To keep all those VooVillians feelings from hurting.
But before he could subject them to admin's abuse He'd need Karen Dancing's permission- Mrs. Voo Seuss. Unless she consented, unless she was willin' They'd be tossing away one hundred ten milli'n.
Now the Voo was so sneaky and so full of guile He enraptured the VooVillians in a tenth of a while
Then the Voo turned to line up the suckers And the eager response was a line of lip puckers
First up was an ass kiss from Karen Dances With a hat at risk she was takin' no chances! And other ass kissers like Frank the dog! And of course Nooogie's rambling ridiculous blog.
Republicans shouted and stuck up their hand, First MosesKnows, then Brutelogic, and then Scarletland. Virginia and others, tried to make some sense, But VooVille didn't understand them, they were much too dense.
You're a bad guy, silly Voo, You're a fame seeking thug You've got the mind of a slimy, goopy slug! Egotistical Voo !
Soon it was done- a fait accompli if you will And so Voo waits for his room to fill. So what if they slaughter one of the chatters within? So the people of Vooville knew nothing of sin. So to the Voo's fifty three inhabitants, The good room had just two His room so hatefilled you could drive a moose through Voo sings "I'm so fabulous" and you're forced to ask If he'd just had a job, would he be such an ass.
Is Mainstream really hateful? Why don't be absurd! It's just the Internet, or hadn't you heard?
"Don't worry, don't fret, don't look so perplexed- Just wait 'til you see what's coming up next! Some Voovillians will form a star-studded nation While the republicans are promoting massive deVoosteration. The Butter Battle Book's adapted to support a big war- Just give them some time, and they'll come up with more!"
And so, sadly to us, our illusions are shattered, Were we naive to believe that the facts still mattered? As the room opens filling most others with chagrin, Voo and Voovillians watch the idiots roll in. You infuriate me, nasty Voo You're an unrepentant schmuck You've mastered the morons And you're room surely does suck Nasty Mr Voo! I've got just one thing to say to you and I'll say it right now "Give back decent conversation, and maybe then you can take a bow!"
There is no happy ending, no soul we can save, Just poor Barrister spinning 'round in his grave ************************************************************************************************************************ As bad as VooVille can get, nothing can compare to the reprehensible rot rising from Boazlyin Land of late. Mothers time in Social Issues was coming to an end, and Boaz's room numbers were dropping like a fat girl's frock on prom night, so Boaz created the mother of all train wrecks (pun intended). Starlyin has been pimping Dan (The Lone Stranger), and his sidekick Lakota Tonto were welcomed back into the fold, because without them, there is no room. Sadly both Mothers and Dan would steal the pennies off a dead babies eyes for fifteen minutes of fame, and Boaz is not above using anyone for his cause to be bigger in Social Issues than his fat, obnoxious head. As the Mothers and Dan moron montage played out, Boaz needed another victim, so he sunk his teeth into bigotry saying " I can't figgur out what is wrong with calling blacks nigger." And there in lies the problem. Boaz doesn't get it, as much as Hitler didn't get the Jews had a right to exist on this planet.
Boaz's scrambled to save his room numbers after Mothers left in anger. He chasted the room for chewing on her ankles for her nonsensical statements. When he failed juxtaposing brains and buffoonery, his next target was Chat Attack, and if you have never witnessed evil vs. good, this was it. Boaz tried to toss his hate and bigotry off of himself and onto Chat, because Chat was appalled by Mothers treatment of her daughter two nights ago, and told her so. (The Tattler refuses to write what Mothers asked her daughter, because of our steadfast rule about children). " Chat Attack: should have just said he was slinging shit hoping some would stick ", no truer words spoken. Boaz kept pounding away at Chat, but Chat had truth, logic, and reputation on her side, making Boaz look the mind rapper he is. Boaz , the only one who follows Mothers to sniff her ass, is you.
Tornado staggered into Boazlyin Land a bit earlier, and after a relentless molesting of Tornado's character (what little he has) by Sultan of Sleeze (who doesn't love a man who can brag about his short comings) Tornado dived for the gutter attacking homosexuals and wishing death to Sultan by aids. Tornado was still yapping about Sabrina, a woman who loved him as much as a hooker loves a good dose of the clap.
In Social Infishtation today, Crabfisherman, Shamrock, and Ravenn shared booze anecdotes, while comparing IQ's. Shamrock said her IQ is 168, (must have been taken on a big scale at weight watchers). Shamrock also said "Most alcoholics are the educated " when confessing her own battle with the bottle. That must leave drunk for the dumb. This room needs to be renamed "Crime of the Sauce".
Sensibly Forward, crabfisherman, Tornado and Hoffbrau were fighting today about science and theology. Who doesn't love watching pigs dive for turds.
Grunto closes his room faster than a Scotsman's wallet when the dinner check arrives.
Truman doesn't care what the Tattler writes. (Thank ya Jaysus)
Idiot of the year (We hate repeating ourselves)----Boaz
Admin of the day ---- Rotten Ronnie (closed his room when it went downhill )
Nice person of the day --- Suzanne aka Umystifyme (Thank you)
Quote of the day ---- Chat Attack: FUCK UOU (Spelling is a tad off, but the message is clear )
Mailbag:
5)To belittle children or minorities is the purest form of hate.
What a fucking asinine comparison. You expose your self as a typical liberal fuck stain, comparing the defenselessness /innocence and unaccounability due to lack of cognitive ability of a child, with a minority. Typical yippy(yuppy-hippy) paternalistic, condescending and indeed intrinsically racist view of minorities that you and your fellow liberals have institutionalised into our culture.
Typical hypocritical condescending self delusional racist position of a lefty who hasn't the intelligence to even see the irony of them selves pointing the waggling finger of judgement at every Tom Dick and HARRY for being racist when you your self are just as racist, even if you and your kind perceive your positions as benevolent and altruistic. Wake the fuck up to your self.
The Tattler: Did you just call me a ruttish beef-witted hugger-mugger?
Tuesday, November 08, 2005 Most of us can read the writing on the wall; we just assume it's addressed to someone else.
If I asked about the person you disliked, or liked, in Social Issues, you could give me the skinny on everything they ever did or said. Pick your arch enemy, and think for a moment. You know a lot about them, I'm sure. Their work, or lack thereof, criticisms, political posturing, secret sex life, health, poverty, wealth, and you could name every ghost in their closet as if you were intimate friends with them. But you could never tell me what it's like to be them. You've never lived their life, or taken the time to understand why they do the things they do. If I asked you why you hated them, you would give me a syllabus of what henious crimes they committed against you to cause you the winter of your discontentment. You might even have pictures to go along with the story too. But you couldn't tell me what it's like to wake up as them, and you can never tell me what it's like to be truly happy, because such hate is void of true joy. If I asked you about the war, you could entertain me with a bevy of fictional and non-fictional facts interspersed with anecdotal evidence that is stuffed with incomprehensibleness. You've never been to the Sistine Chapel, seen Stonehenge, walked the halls of the Louvre, or the path of the Great Wall. Yet never a moment's hesitation to disparage that which you know nothing about. You can't tell me what the Louvre smells like, or what the sound of your shoes against aged stones resembles, or to look up and see the genius of man depicting God with brush and paint. You will never know pain until you watch the one you love, draw their last breath, while looking to you for help. You will never know love, until you love someone more than you could ever possibly love yourself. You've never know you could rescue someone from grief with words.
You presume to know so much about them, but what you know are assumptions, based on words, in a tiny corner of an ever-growing smaller world. You are not intelligent confident adults, but boys and girls. Nobody could possibly understand your pain, your reasons for hate, your reasons for crutches, yet you assume to know so much about others. You have listened for a few minutes in a day, and you know everything.
You shout liar when unflattering comments fall upon you, and sing praises when you're drowning in glorious lime light. Old and tattered arguments are kept alive to keep you in the role you have chosen for yourself. You are named the fool and complain of the title, never understanding that without your permission for them to put the colored hat upon your head, they have nothing. You open a room to identify your goodness, and then complain about the job you have chosen for yourself, when it's simply an act of self-importance and control on your part.
As Prince Charming said: If the shoe fits, wear it.
The True Ten Commandments of Social Issues.
1) If you hate Social Issues stay away, and if you can't stay away, don't bitch and complain. X marks the spot.
2) No one on a computer is afraid of you. False bravado is like false modesty, neither work.
3) The pack mentality says more about you, then them.
4) The first sign of maturity is accepting responsibility
5) To belittle children or minorities is the purest form of hate.
6) Allow others their thoughts, it's the true gift of maturity.
7) You can't un-ring a bell
8) If you dislike another, allow them to pass freely without comment.
9) Life is short, happiness shorter, stop wasting both.
Monday, November 07, 2005 Self- conceit may lead to self-destruction.
Boaz Frankel has done more harm to Social Issues than McDonalds has done to waistlines. Because of his rude , crude and obnoxious behavior, Starlyin's once good room, has been reduced to a waiting room. People searching for decent evening conversation, sit silent and patient in this room, twiddling their thumbs, until a decent room opens. Usually that room will be "Happy Hour", hosted by Luan and Kaboom. Starlyin believes the mass exodus is because she won't allow the words "The Tattler" to be uttered within the hallowed halls of her mighty Queendom, but truth be told, people leave because she and her pet chimp Boaz, won't allow freedom of thought. When this pair of controlling chimps choose not to like something, then everyone must despise it. Boaz uses words like "nigger", and everyone must suffer through his crass, sophomoric, asinine, boorish, loutish, obtuse, vulgar, and witless ways, or suffer the wrath of this idiotic pair's self-limiting, self-congratulatory petulant pigmies minds. As more and more people have removed themselves quietly from the dung heap called "Social Issues Exposed", Starlyin and Boaz, had moments of doubt, but last night, when people piled in once again, the egotistical and ever bombastic Boaz shouted "See Starlyin, I told you they would be back." followed by his witch's cackle. Again the room emptied, and there they sat with wonderment and delusion as their only guests.
Again tonight Boaz and Starlyin are taunting people in their room with:
Boaz: I would like to know why all of you people sit here and then leave are unpatriotic to our room Star. I want you people to know that if you leave, you are not welcome back here. I would tell you to get the hell out now, but..........
Joan_30 I'll tell you what, when you buy my computer, you can tell me what to do.
Starylin: I agree Joan, but don't be surprised you are not welcomed back, and when you are not welcomed, don't bitch to me.
What arrogance ! Who in the hell do these two people think they are?
The Boazlyin Mutiny
The take-charge captain explains that he wants a dumber, more degenerative, shit-and-gossip room - he won't tolerate "sub-standard performance" from the crew, such as non-flapping lips about others, unclean jokes- unshaven crotches, and unpublished nude pictures of women. Queeg-Boaz tells his steadfast and stalwart executive officer, second-in-command Lieutenant Foolish-Starlyin:
Queeg-Boaz: There are four ways of doing things on board my room. The right way, the wrong way, the decent way, and my way. If you do things my way, we'll get along...
(During the meeting, Boaz reveals one of his nervous habits - rolling his balls in one shaking hand.)
Obsessed by small details, Queeg-Boaz foolishly chooses to enforce the no Tattler talk but at an inopportune moment a rare outburst of "The Tatter is Out" happens. While enraged with seaman named Possil for the crime. Following strict orders from the preoccupied Queeg-Boaz to keep the room on course, the navigating helmsman Starlyin faithfully proceeds to get the room back to a circular path. Afterwards, Queeg-Boaz irrationally blames the disaster on a faulty and defective E Pluribus Unum.
Three more incidents build a strong case against Queeg-Boaz's mental incapacity:
during the showing of Angie's boobs, Queeg-Boaz has a temper tantrum with the disrespectful comments in the room, and immediately suspends their ability to mic for 30 days
during a gossip training drill, Queeg-Boaz threatens to dot any crew member not showing proper hate "three-days' red dot," but when humiliated by the crew's deceptive resistance antics, announces that the innocent will be punished with the guilty: "There will be no laughing for any crew member for three months!"
a full-scale investigation of the crew members is called to determine who pilfered a quart of frozen crabs from crabfisherman - that was reserved for he and Starlyin. Drawing from his experience in a previous pilfered gefilte fish investigation, Queeg-Boaz orders a vain "detective work" dragnet (including strip-searches of crew members, done by himself) for a duplicate (non-existent)room code to the room, and refuses to believe the real explanation that Starlyin has the crabs.
Kaboom and Luan: Boaz, We're sorry, but you're a sick man. We're relieving you as captain of the ship under Article 184.TOS.
(Foolish-Starlyin and Queeq-Boaz sit alone in Social Issues Exposed.)
Queeg-Boaz: "They were all disloyal. I tried to run the room properly by the book, but they fought me at every turn. If the crew wants to walk around having fun that's all right, let them! Take the bouncing of E.Pluribus and Isabellah and Jannhere - defective equipment, no more, no less. But they encouraged the crew to go around, scoffing at me and spreading wild rumors about me screaming in circles and then they called me 'Old Yellowstain in his Pants.' I was to blame for Isabellah's incompetence and poor seamanship? E. Pluribus was the perfect gentleman, but not Captain Queeg-Boaz. Ah, but the crabs! That's, that's where I had them. They laughed at me and made jokes, but I proved beyond the shadow of a doubt, and with, with geometric logic, that, that, I had those damn crabs in my pants. And I would have produced the crabs if they hadn't meant I had to lose my crotch friends. I, I know now they were only trying to protect some silly girl with big boobs to expose. (He pauses - looks at all the questioning faces that stare back at him, and realizes that he has been ranting and raving, and rolling his balls between his fingers) Naturally, I can only cover these things from memory..."
Speaking of nuts, Crazy Cajun staggered into Bedknobs and Broomsticks today, with Elvis Presley's drug cabinet under her arm. Crazy had a short discussion with AnthonyK on the loss of splicing factor ASF/SF2 induces G2 cell cycle arrest and apoptosis, but inhibits internucleosomal DNA fragmentation. A short synopsis of the conversation follows:
AnthonyK: It must be in the genes.
CrazyCajun: I dat wars dere damn jeans.
AnthonyK: No Crazy, I meant gene, the hereditary unit consisting of a sequence of DNA that occupies a specific location on a chromosome and determines a particular characteristic in an organism. Genes undergo mutation when their DNA sequence changes.... Oh, it's not right when I have to explain it all.
CrazyCajun: What? What ya'll done sayin dat my jeans aren't gawd nuff, Yankee jeans?
AnthonyK: I'm gonna thump ya.
CrazyCajun: My jeans aint in no dams dump, you all on crack or sumfin? ************************************************************************
JoJo, look up sycophant, you'll see your picture staring back at you.
Zulu Magoo is back, Welcome home Zulu.
Happy Hour is quickly turning the way of many rooms. The clique is allowed to do just about anything, but strangers are dotted and told to "Be Happy". Last evening Raisin Cane brought more hate, vulgarity, and pure racism to the room, but was allowed to rant on forever. This might be growing pains for Luan and Kaboom, there is hope they will see that equity is the only rule that makes a room run well. On the bright side, Truman and Goatlove were discussing Courtney Love in great depth...Much like Strawberry Juice and Spud Spud, discussing ethics.
Just when you think people can't get any lower, Zippergate, (the boy of stolen money fame) who daily steals "The Tatter", for his website, Sensibly Forward and Tornado (Tweedle Dumb and Tweedle Dee ) instill one's faith that even the title " white trash" is too good for them. Sensibly who pretends to be the Mother Goose of goodness was cheering on her pet turnips Tornado and Zippergate as the money snatcher played tapes of Jacqui. Tornado took credit for what he assumed he had accomplished with Jacqui "boy did I piss her off". Too bad Tornado couldn't take credit for killing his dogs and cats from lack of care.
A Riddle about the Tattler, and it is solvable ; I'm not American, Canadian, nor British, nor fair It's shameful you think the world stops there I'm not a pack nor a group, nor a few, nor a pair My appearances in Social Issues have been so rare.
Idiot of the day ---Boaz Frankel
Admin of the day --- Grunto (always a good room )
Nice person of the day --- Zulu
Quote of the day ---- slammer_18: m a like i said i did'nt say why i said they did and they do
Mailbag:
hey man i just wanted to say fire is the best friend anyone could have and i am damn lucky for her...so its cool u said that about her....and i still think u rock and that ur one of the most creative, articulate and witty people ive ever encountered....and as for the people that cant laugh at themselves...thats on them...lifes too short to get offended over stupid shit....u do a great job....menominon scar
o and PS...it was ME who brought up the anal bead convo....after all..i am a nun with an anal bead crufix
The Tattler: A real friend is one who walks in when the rest of the world walks out, firewoman is your real friend.
Sunday, November 06, 2005 In a far away land, long ago, lived the Europeans. Many years had they longed for happiness and finally their wish was granted. A chat room was created, and they called it Europe Land of the Free. And our story begins on that most joyful day.
Thus on this great and joyous day did all the kingdom celebrate the long awaited Royal birth of Europe chat. And good King SpudSpud and his Queen Snapper made welcome all to their room. People from all lands came, and fondly these monarchs dreamed one day their kingdoms to unite with the Americans. Princess Cyndy, Princess Jacqui, and Princess Eleanor Rigby, were the loyal womb wenches.
King Spud adored the beautiful women, but Strawberry Juice (the ugly old jealous hag) was spewing green juice of hate, for she wanted the hand and land of the King. In a secret Greek ritual she concocted a stupid potion for King Spud. As King Spud sat silently sipping he in a dumbfounded daze, his testicles were snipped off by Strawberry Juice.
Strawberry Juice (shouting to the room, and waving Spud's nuts wildly in the air) Listen well, all of you! Swan Songstress is indeed grace and beauty, beloved by all who know her. Eleanor too, and Cyndy, but before the sun sets, all will be gone. (waving Spud's nuts in the air).
Stefhaj: Seize that creature! (Strawberry, not the nuts)
Strawberry Juice: Stand back you fools. (disappears up Spud's arse, laughing)
Goast: Don't despair beautiful ladies.
Jacqui: But ...
Goast: Sweet people, if through this wicked witches trick a room shall destroy. My gift to thee is to build a room, better than this. And remember, when ever we think of Queen Feta Cheese, we say "Fiddle Faddle"
(Crowd leaves Europe room on mass, gathering in "Mad dogs and Englishmen" chanting, "Fiddle Faddle, Fiddle Faddle, Fiddle Faddle.)
Strawberry Juice: (as Europe rooms empties, abruptly stops laughing, angry) Fools! Idiots! Imbeciles! Oh, they're hopeless. A disgrace to the forces of evil. My pet Spudykins, you are my last hope.
SwanSongstress sits around a campfire with her fellow Princess's and friends singing "Hi ho, Hi ho, it's off to Goast's we go",
Speaking of escapees from the Spud Shack, Eleanor Rigby ran a wonderful room today, sans the anal bead moments . EleanorRigby: I forced my anal beads on roadrunner - he got sick GodofSmallThings, was sniffing under Eleanor's tail, which drove Goddess to the depths of distraction, and a purse slapping of the highest order broke out. Eleanor was armed with a Hermes, while sadly, Goddess had a Wal Mart bag. Goddess was angered by Eleanor's admin skills, and was insulted with some comments in the room directed at Goddess. This, of course, was equipotential to a barracuda being insulted by a minnow. Anyone with the tiniest bit of insight knew the two women were not fighting about words, but rather the pants on the floor--- God's pants. The Tattler suggests you split custody of him, half the year his penis goes to Goddess, and the other half, it lies comfortably in Eleanor's hands.
WeeAlice made her way to the mic to defend her friend Goddess, but she was chomping so loudly on gum , or food, or her cud, that nothing she said was audible. It was more the sounds of a cow with a hoof stuck in the mud. She did manage to say that no one should ever speak about another's child, referring to Papasmurf's comment's about Goddess' children. Although, The Tattler, agrees with this policy completely, these women (and some men), and their gang of gossipers, have sat in rooms laughing hysterically while Starlyin's children have been raked over the coals. I guess it only hurts when it's your children being attacked. When you don't extend the courtesy, don't ever expect it back.
Women's rights, motherhood, and feminists, were bandied about for a short time, with Possil jumping into the fray, Thee Possilfossil: a womans carreer is homemaking , i feel. Possil, thinks barefoot and pregnant is a woman's first duty, putting herself aside for the servitude of others. This was a dandy thought in 1654 , but times, they are a changin'. Sensibly Forward said she's shocked women divorce today because they are just "unhappy" .... I guess Sensibly divorced for happiness. Kirseygirl, Kirseygirl: the largest population of homeless are women and children who, by and large, are escaping domestic violence situation, and firewoman, the only two females in the room with an ounce of sense, explained that women need to be educated, and self supporting in today's world, otherwise they may suffer the fate of many a female who relied on a man for her future, and found herself knee deep in poverty and problems.
Tornado said he once whipped his 'tally wagger" out on cam for a woman. He also had the unmitigated gall to chastise the room for improper grammar. Here's and idea Tornado, how be you clean off your own dirty doorstep of dog death, before you try to correct someone else. Not only was this mountain of moron attempting to educate, he went on to fight a losing battle with the Canadians.
After the anal bead chat, a bitch tree pissing contest for the only male dog in town, insult slinging that would make Voo of Vooville pale, the War of 1812 broke out, bayonets and all. It truly was a sad match though. Pitiful to watch. Jacqui, Canadian 4 U, Shellycan, and other Canadians, took on Slammer and Tornado. If you've never seen someone kill a mosquito with a sledge hammer, you'll get an idea of the bloodshed. Tornado drove the turnip truck, as Slammer tossed inaccuracies and insults at the Angry Beavers. The Beavers slapped their tails warning of impending danger, grouped together, and armed with facts chewed the Americans up, and spit them out in splinters.
Lady Lark said once, a very long time ago, she watched a man performing fellatio on himself in the adult section. Since then she has never seen him back online. Lady, who would be the most perverted here. Him for pleasuring himself on camera, or you for spending a lifetime waiting for him to return?
Buck, the coward of conversation, waited for Vixee to leave to defame her on mic. Buck said he was looking for entertainment (Buck, you might want to get a name from Lady Lark, see above), and not Vixee's nastiness. She wasn't "nice", he said , and it bothered his soft sensitive side. MikeSubcon, and Cane, jumped on the pity party band-wagon, as the women in the room choked on their Cheerios listening to the men gossip. Buck is truly hung up on nice, as long as that ship is sailing one way; directly at him. Otherwise he is about as nice as a starving Tasmanian Devil. Buck was also bitching about earthy brunette telling Grunto she had a dream about him. Now there is a heinous crime if ever there was one. People have been shot for less. Buck if you see that pickle up your ass, while your head is stuck up there....Eat it.
When New Orleans was underwater, and the unthinkable was happening to thousands of people, many a European tossed tomatoes of torment at the Americans. " See, you can't even save your own people." Merit to their comments? Maybe so. When the same is happening in Europe, the excuses by Europeans for this tragedy are greater than a prepubescent boy, caught by his mother, fondling his future fantasy maker.
Idiot of the day --- SpudSpud
Admin of the day --- Eleanor Rigby (ran an insane asylum with integrity)
Nice person of the day --- firewoman (everyone should have a friend like you)
Quotes of the day ----stefhaj: shelly if he had an original thought his head would explode
Mailbag:
Ok its great that you came back, but enough Issy and Boaz.
Saturday, November 05, 2005 Farewell, fair cruelty.
After tormenting the Americans, chastising the Canadians, and causing Native Americans to once again circle the wagons in war paint, the beloved manic mosquito in everyone's pants, has gone all British. When Mothers Brule's love affair with Boazlyin Land ended, she packed up her tepee, stuffed feathers in her bonnet, and headed east to VooVille, but alas, the affair was short. Mothers roamed the rooms of Social Issues looking for a place to park her nuggets of nonsense, when suddenly she smelled malt vinegar, salt, and the purity of the potato, in the distance; the food of her people. Mothers hiked high her buckskin brain, slung a bedraggled buffalo over her shoulder, and ran for the bearers of the red, white and blue (the original one), the Union Jack. Mothers is now more British than Sir Winston Churchill himself. She embraces the Brit's in the various rooms they run, and they are loving her right back. Americans stand on the shores with saddened hearts, and tearful eyes waving -----they bid Mothers adieu in song.
Mrs Robs-your-son (driving down a coast hi-way in a convertible MGB )
And here's to you, Mothers Brule, The Brit's love you more than you can know. God bless you, please Mothers Brule. Heaven holds a place for those who pray you go away, Hey Hey Hey
They'd like to know a ton about your lies They'd like to help you learn to help yourself. Look around you all you see are sympathetic eyes, Stroll around England's grounds until you feel at home.
And here's to you, Mothers Brule, The Brit's loves you more than you will know. God bless you, please, Mothers Brule. Heaven holds a place for those who pray you go away. Hey Hey Hey
Hiding lies in a hiding place the American's will never know. Put them in your panties with your cupcakes. It's no secret everyone knows about your affair. Most of all you've got to hide it from the Brit's.
Sitting at the computer on a Sunday afternoon. Going to Alaska for a date. Laugh about it, shout about it One day you'll have to choose Every way you look at this you lose.
Where have you gone, Dan the cat killer, Our nation turns it's lonely eyes to you. What's that you say, Mothers Brule. Cat killing Dan has left and gone away, Hey Hey Hey.
Charles of New York ran his " Unfair and Unbalanced" room last evening with the skill of a Ginsu waving Japanese chef. Buck, (our new best buddy) tried to pick a fight with anyone who would have him, the trouble was, no one would have him. Not one person took his wiggly worm bait, so he retired to the corner to lick his wounds (We hope it was his wounds, Please, let it be his wounds). Jannhere questioned Swan Songstress on the art of condom application, without the use of hands. We were quite interested in this topic, since as you know, we are without opposable thumbs. Swan will be giving a lecture next week on the subject of condoms and tongues, so be sure to drop by "Condoms can be condiments too", it should be a protected, but sticky lecture. Lord Merciful Voo, left VooVille, for a visit to the land of cheerful chatters. He cackled, as he perched himself center stage, to insult many, and defend the abuse in his room. He then parked his name at the bottom of the list, and waddled back home. It would be easier and a damn less painful, if he had just tucked flyers into everyone hands inviting them to his room. I guess Cindy Lou (Karl d-Az) had his panties in a wad, and needed his brain back. Mainstream room has been dropping in numbers, or Voo wouldn't have stuck his nose out of his cage to campaign for more pigeons.
Some (Luminol) have written regarding the lack of Voo sightings by The Tattler. The answer is simple. The Dali Lama himself couldn't tolerate that room for more than ten minutes. Their needle is stuck, and listening to their endless prattle about the poor (get off your ass and help them) the hungry (sell your computer and feed them) the unemployed (well, you can't give up for others, what you don't have yourself, so at least you can empathize on this one), the rich (you'd be rich too, if you did an honest day's work), the democrats (someone had to vote for Kerry), the Republicans (see "the rich"), could drive a whore to decency.
The Happy Hour was not so happy when Mothers Brule showed up to charge Andrea 2-U with threatening her. The alleged threat was Andrea offering to put a hat on and bounce Mothers for her insanity. Mothers, a head's up for you. When Andrea really does threaten you, you'll shit yourself like a goose gobbling laxative lover". Osinia, direct from Ireland and a pub, dropped by to say ---I've somethin' to tell ye. I'm ere to be tellin' ye. For the love o' Jaysus, this has to be the worst room I've been vistin'. What do ye be meanin'. Is that so? I can be takin' a round outta ya, don't be startin a fight with me, ya know. She was booted for making the room participants smash shamrocks into leprechauns wee faces.
Goast ran an exciting room today. Much of the time was spent discussing Mr. Enigma, and the Enigmaites. Jungle Bungle hates the man, Stefhaj respects him, Diogenic called him a wind bag (bringggg bringggggg Kettle, you're black), but the final consensus was most enjoyed him, and viewed him as a wealth of knowledge. The topic turned to riots and racism, thanks to KevinBritish. He took a well deserved tongue lashing from Jacqui_2, but sadly she was followed by metamagnet, who had a need to give a Miss American world peace speech. It was about as exciting as counting turds in the Ganges. To break the monotony prefixed said, " I watched the game today, but quite frankly, they are too fat, and quite frankly it was not a good game, quite frankly, I went shopping, but quite frankly it's not good to be honest but quite frankly I didn't do much." (see Ganges for boring).
Rob517: PLEASE CAN WE HAVE AN ADULT GROWN UP CONVERSATION (that whole pot kettle thing, again )
Social Issues Ten Commandments
1) There, their and they're really are three different words. Same applies for: two , to , too---your, you're. Look them up and use them correctly.
2) Leave old arguments at the door. No one wants to listen to your personal, petty, peeves.
3) If you take the mic, have a point. Blathering is not a sport.
4) Three hours on mic, really is too long. After three minutes you have lost your audience, if you ever had them.
5) Screaming does not make your opinion fact, and fact is not anecdotal evidence. No one cares what your Aunt Fanny was told by Tibetan monks in Moscow.
6) Laughing at your own joke, is comparable to chewing off your own nuts.
7) Some people are not funny. If no one laughs, you are one of them. Examples Alfie (not funny) Iliad (hysterical )
8) If you shoot somebody, don't whine when you're picking buckshot out of your ass.
9) People who frequent your rooms are not slaves. Give them a mule and ten acres and let them go free.
10) Admins are not babysitters. If you can't control yourself, piss off.
Idiot of the day --- The Brit's (be careful what you ask for )
Admin of the day --- Goast
Nice person of the day --- The Brit's (all is forgiven for that taxation without representation thing)
Quote of the day ----TornsCatWasDelicious: My favorite enigma quote ............."It's like listening to a voice coming from a corpse that's been rotting in a grave for decades"
2nd Quote of the day --- Menopausal and Armed: phyliss, how be you kiss my ass, how would that be ?
Mailbag:
Dear Dummy:
For months, in your pathetic and verbose monologues, you have consistently exposed that horrid shut-in of a succubus known as Starliar. But here's where you lose Lumi. You, at the same time, have heaped praises upon people such as crapfisherman. Do you not realize, Madame, that this little suck-up and others of his ilk -- by regular attendance in the bitch's cesspool of a room -- support and thus enable the aforementioned wretch? And speaking of supporting this shut-in, not only do you seem to live in her room yourself, you constantly inflate her ego by giving her the attention she feeds off, like a leech on a hemophiliac. If she weren't semi-literate, I would think the Tattler to be Starliar.
The U.S. Supreme Court's 1973 Roe v. Wade decision, establishing a woman's right to have an abortion, could be overturned only with the votes of at least five of the nine justices. The chances of that happening are difficult to assess, notably because neither the new chief justice, John Roberts, nor Samuel Alito — the nominee to fill pro-Roe Justice Sandra Day O'Connor's seat — have said how they might vote. However, anti-abortion groups have hailed Alito's nomination, noting that he has favored more restrictions on abortion rights than either the Supreme Court has allowed or O'Connor has supported.
If Roberts and Alito were to join veteran justices Antonin Scalia and Clarence Thomas in opposing Roe, one more vote still would be needed to reverse the decision. Some analysts say that vote could come from Justice Anthony Kennedy, who has supported some significant restrictions on abortion access. But most court watchers believe Kennedy supports the basic premises of Roe — that a woman's right to abortion outweighs a state's right to ban it. In that case, the fifth vote to overturn Roe would come only if one of the Roe supporters — Kennedy, David H. Souter, John Paul Stevens, Ruth Bader Ginsburg or Stephen Breyer — left the court and was replaced by a justice opposing the decision.
Friday, November 04, 2005 Heaven goes by favor. If it went by merit, you would stay out and your dog would go in.
Just when Tornado's name had been packaged carefully, and put on the shelf for safe keeping, down it comes to be hurled into the stupid pile once again.
Today in "No shirts, No shoes, No problems" Tornado revealed that his long suffering dog was, once again, attacked by another dog running loose in the neighborhood. This poor suffering beast (the dog not Tornado) has been subjected to this torture ten times in the past, and with all the ripping and tearing , bleeding and bruising, and pain, Tornado does nothing to secure the animals safety. Tornado you mental midget, you admitted that the dog was terrified to go outside, yet you shove the dog out, leave her there and as you said " Tornado_F5: MY DOG CAN DEFEND HERSELF PRETTY WELL". Are you insane? What part of common sense are you missing, aside from the sense? If a dog is attacked 10 times in a year, she can't defend herself, and that is your job. Instead of caring for this dog, you park your ass behind a computer, beer, and cat piss, and let the dog be chewed by marauding dogs with owners as irresponsible as yourself. Sensibly Forward, donnaspl, campingfool, Melodylane, and others, tried to talk some sense into Tornado, campingfool: get off pal torn & guard the dog for 8 hrs, but he would have none of it: Tornado_F5: WHATEVER. When humans reach the lowest common denominator of humanity, they abuse animals. Tornado, you have limped and whimped from room to room in Social Issues carrying the banner of decency , as you pretend to be devastated about a friend in a hurricane, while at the same time you allow a poor defenseless dog to be abused by you and other dogs, when all you had to do was watch the dog. You are pathetic. Then you scream " I have a wrist rocket, and will shoot those dogs in the head." Whatever a wrist rocket is ,might we suggest you ram it up your ass and fire away, and watch your dog smile.
Fonsie has a room "Fonsie's Safe Haven" but it sure wasn't so for Still-Here last night. Fonsie had fortified himself with fifty or so flaggards of ale, and with Tom (Bob Dylan) Joad holding him up , they played anti war songs, to feed their fantasy that they actually give a shit about the world we live in. Still-Here took the mic, and proceeded to play a rather nice tune, and was dotted by the drunk Fonsie. It seems Still had committed the unpardonable sin of disco. Fonsie slurred himself through a few unintelligible sentences, and then it was Still-Here's turn. She dressed down Fonsie, and then called Tom Joad an old fart (paraphrasing, what she said was far funnier). Fonsie jumped up, slobbered another sentence or two, and booted Still out. What a miserable display, from someone with the audacity to name a room "Safe Haven" and then shoot his silence gun at the very people who have kept this sinking ship afloat. Tom Joad finally spoke up when Still-Here had been booted from the room: Tom Joad: that has to be the first time i have ever commented on a woman's youth that was chosen to be taken as a insult, what a pissy attitude?. What a cowardly act he performed. Not only did he sit silent for the brow-beating, but then he attempted to blame the female for not being complimented when he tried to belittle her with his " you are too young to understand what we men of war know". Well, bullshit to that Tom, you hide under the flag of freedom, but where you really belong is in a tree, collecting nuts and storing them for winter.
Tzvikah was boring a few to their death with his endless verbal tours of Israel. As the room snored, Tzvikah said, " We have spectacular rocks here, and old ones too. The dirt is nice, and the buildings the best in the world. We sell things, we buy things, we (long draw off of a cigarette) eat things, we chew, we finish, and we watch the moon. Did I mention we have a moon here. We have lakes, the oldest in the world, and one even has salt in it. We are getting radio free Mongolia next week, along with something called mail. Our rocks are old, did I mention that?" ( the sounds of bullets blasting temples (not the Israeli ones) could be heard in the background.
Fhoto, get over the cankle thing. You've carried it on long past it's due date. Sure, we understand you want to impress scarlet, and who wouldn't, she's lovely, but stop pulling your pants down every time she enters a room. Oh, and Fhoto, if you are truly a physician, who is running the practice while you play in Social Issues.
Patient: Dr. Fhoto, I've been feeling horrible. Chest pains, dizzy, swollen ankles (pun intended), unable to catch a breath, lethargy .....
Dr. Fhoto Could you shut it, I'm on Pal Talk and scarlet just came into the room.
Patient: But Dr, I think I'm dying, I can't, can't (last breaths escape from the lungs)
Dr. Fhoto: Can't you keep it down, scarlet just said vagina, and I'm harder than ten day old bread in the sun.
Cyndy UK opened her "Bedknobs and Broomsticks" today, and as always it was a sheer delight. Anthony K has to be a wayward Python, because he had the room in stitches. He goaded the Americans, until they wanted to tie a rope around his neck and dunk him in the Boston Harbor. Testosterone began to run like the bulls in Pamplona, with Buck leading the red handkerchief brigade of idiots. Buck the Minister of " Let's all be nice, I'm never not nice" took the mic and tried to badger Anthony with excessive name calling and character attacks. Buck was no match for the wit and wisdom of Anthony, and much like the demise of William Wallace, Buck was drawn, quartered, and hung in the town square for pigeon poop collecting. What is that saying? --- Don't bring a knife to a gunfight. " In this one Buck, you didn't even have a sharp toothpick.
Tiddlywiddly aka angyred, is running the halls of Social Issues with scissors and the word "niggardly". Each time he pokes his head in a room and shouts "NIGGARDLY" the poor bugger is bounced out on his arse. The word niggardly is not a racial epithet it simply means: Meanly small; scanty or meager: left the waiter a niggardly tip. Not that angy isn't more annoying than sand in your shorts, but on this, and only this, point he is correct.
Diogenic spent some time today explaining Royalty to the Brit's. Which is a bit like Madalyn Murray O’Hair telling the Pope about God?
Diogenic: It's seems to me, that Royalty when successionfulling or personages parading tiaras and crowns and such, is archaically antiquated and ..... Let me ask ,if you Brit's, British, English, Great Britoners, see the majesty of Her Majesty would that dim the brilliance of say, the elusion of the majesty monarchy... And would the monarchy be royal without the royals, or would they simply be Americans with accents. In 53 A.D, Crapitosious of Excrementious left the lands of our Roman forefathers, or mothers, to be correct, with five goats strapped to his or her back, looking for fulfillment in lands far, far away. Are these lands ours to seek, or should we ponder plundering for the crown. Is the crown really a crown or is the King the crown? Interesting if you think about it, don't you think? The Brit's sat silently but for one --- yorksman_1: Gaze upon thy destiny, with this sword I will cleave your lying maggot mouth from your swine head
Newsflash: Stefhaj doesn't pee in the bath.
Truman has jumped ship in the Social Injustice room, because Lexislauren bounced his friend 1tallm for making sense (or so Truman says). Truman's briefs were so bunched by this hat atrocity, he grabbed his own chapeau, returned armed and dangerous, and sent Lexislauren careening down a hill of horror. Goddess, and others, ran after Lexis, and carried her bruised and battered ego to another room. KL stayed by Truman's side defending his right to bounce at will, even though she is sick to death with all the bully bouncers in Social Issues. From her lips to room owners ears. We can only hope.
sincere41: Hey,Rob,Torn,Buck,chet,Drew,Jann,Theo,Still,Joan,isa,chelle,blue,John,prefixed,lanny,take,tanasul, Dio,corporal,Frisson,pecos,shelly,Dwn,Melody,teddei,lola,car,Tattler,evil,Vic,jacquie n Addy, Hiya Anthony !!! Who doesn't love this woman ? Her entrance to any room, simply makes it better.
devil woman 1_1: I'm mad because they won't write about me!.... Are we forgiven?
Idiot of the day --- Tornado
Admin of the day --- Cyndy UK
Nice person of the day --- Anthony K (this guy is hysterical )
Quote of the day --- Athena_1066: how much philandering can you do if your hung like a cashew?
Mailbag:
Poor Starlyin. The Tattler has once again roasted her like a Christmas ham, and sent her ass packin. The poor woman attracts less people than a trash can of half eaten chicken wings at a run down KFC with a sanitation grade of C. And now her soul mate Boaz "live with my mommy" Frankel is getting hammered on more than a HUD project in the ninth ward of New Orleans. When will they ever learn that people want to be free to chat without the control of a nazi regime. It's always been my understanding that an admin hat was for hosting a room, not as a weapon to be used like a sword of power. But what the Hell, it makes for a good song.
