And was nice while doing it. I just stay away from most groups now. Too, clique-ish, and purist for me to fit in in.

I'd be much better off staying out of Meta too. But, oh well.

Had me thinking about the content of character since RMoney seemed to have none.

This is in a picture frame with a sailboat, no author visible. It must be anonymous.

YOUR GOAL

Ships sail East, and ships sail West,
While the self same breezes blow;
It's the set of the sails
And not the gales
That determine the way they go.

Like the winds of the sea
Are the way of fate,
As we journey along through life;
It's the set of the soul,
That determines the goal
And not the calm nor the strife.



Gives new meaning to: I like the cut of your jib. Doesn't it?

He is the single most evil man in the world. Worse than Hitler. Worse than Stalin. Worse than Mussolini,(you et my spelling drift). Worse than Franko. Pol Pot.
Whoever!!!
When history is done uncovering this exotic network we are gonna be astonished.
He shoulda been transported to the Hague, long ago. Not going after him and the rest of the insiders, makes any one else put on trial for war crimes a joke and a show trial. That MF'er is still laughing up his sleeve about waterboarding POW's. That is what they were. Ruthless.
And, Dick, trots Liz, around like one of Anne Rmoney's show ponies. Doing his dirty work.
Carrying the Malaria water to Faux Noise.
Regular female Monopolies mosquito.

*Jesus wants to slap the shit out of you*

And word Nazis. It's what they do in their mom's basement, when they aren't serial tattle-taling on the internet. Fits.

I dated a fairly decent man whom I had some things in common with one difference was we were on opposing political sides. I thought I could manage my contempt and he used humor to tease me about birkinstocks and vegans. It was around 2003 and no one had started to theorize, that I knew of. We had a fight.
I speculated that if the Bush administration had mihop or lihop they had used it as such. His reaction as a dyed in the wool supporter, impressed me with how the conservative mind works.

The poor man essentially went wild with fury at the mere speculation that his beloved brand could even be considered in such a light. He had a new Jar of shrimp cocktail sauce in his hand. He was a meticulous house keeper. That that jar went flying, busted all over the ceiling and wall. The room looked like a bloodbath. He screamed at the top of his lungs, THAT'S BLASPHEMY! He wasn't even religious.

Right then I knew, how the whole thing went down. And he got dumped.

I never knew that was the name of that song? Or Rianna was the name of that other song. Learn something new every now and then.

My other one was lonely.

What are, b, i, and u?