I wish I was a hunter in search of different food
I wish I was the animal which fits into that mood
I wish i was a person with unlimited breath
I wish I was a heartbeat that never comes to rest
Komm zu mir - Come to me - Komm zu mir - Come to me - Komm zu mir - Come to me
I wish I was a stanger who wanders down the sky
I wish I was a starship in silence flying by
I wish I was a princess with armies at her hand
I wish I was a ruler who'd make them understand
Komm zu mir - Come to me (Komm zu mir - Come to me)
Komm zu mir - Come to me (Komm zu mir zurück - Come back to me)
Komm zu mir - Come to me (zurück zurück zurück - Back, back, back to me)
Komm zu mir - Come to me (zurück zu mir - Back to me)
Wir sprengten jeden Rahmen - We went beyond all frontiers
als wir zusammen kamen - when we met
war's wie eine Explosion - it felt like an Explosion
und ich schwör' - and I swear
ich spür' die Erschütterung immer noch - I can still feel its vibrations
ich weiss du rennst und doch - I know you're running and yet
bist du erst nah und da - you won't be close and really here
wenn du in meinen Armen liegst - until you're right here in my arms
ich geh' zu Boden wenn du nicht mit mir fleigst - I will fall to the ground if you don't fly with me
Oh Baby, bitte bitte lauf lauf gib nicht auf - Oh, baby please please run and don't give up
ich hab' dich vermisst - I missed you so much
es fressen mich Dömonen auf wenn du nicht bei mir bist - demons will eat me up if you're not here with me
ich tu' was du verlangst hab' keine Angst - I'll do as you say, don't be afraid
ich lass' dich nicht allein denn uns gehört die Welt - I won't leave you cause the world's all ours
wir können alles sein doch jetzt bist du auf dich gestellt - We can be everything we want to but right now you're on your own
I wish I was a writer who sees what's yet unseen
I wish i was a prayer expressing what I mean
I wish I was a forest of trees that do not hide - Komm zu mir - Come to me
I wish I was a clearing no secrets left inside - Komm zu mir - Come to me
...zurück...back to me
ich bin wegen dir hier - I am here because of you
zum Glück bleibt uns noch Zeit bis zur Ewigkeit - we are lucky to still have time left till eternity
ein Stück deines Daseins steckt in mir - a piece of your existence is present within me
und ich halt' es so fest doch die Erinnerrung bringt mich um - and I hold it close but it kills me to remember it all
weil es mich nicht loslösst - cause it won't leave me alone
bitte bleib' bei mir, verzeih' mir - please stay with me, please forgive me
lasse es dich nicht zerstören - don't let it destroy you
wir kommen frei hier - we'll get out of here
wenn wir nur auf die Liebe schwör'n - if only we swear on love
es gibt sonst nichts auf dieser Welt was uns zusammenhölt - there is nothing else in this world that keeps us together
ausser dern was du mir gibst wenn du mich liebst - apart from what you give me when you love me
und deshalb Baby lauf lauf bitte gib nicht auf - and so Baby, run run, please don't give up ich hab' dich vermisst / I missed you so much
es fressen mich Dömonen auf wenn du nicht bei mir bist - demons will eat me up if you're not here with me
ich tu' was du verlangst hab' keine Angst - I'll do as you say, don't be afraid
ich lass' dich nicht allein denn uns gehört die Welt - I won't leave you cause the world's all ours
wir können alles sein sind wir auf uns gestellt - we can be everything we want to when we're on our own
Wir zwei beschreiben Stille, die jeden Krach umhüllt - The two of us describe a silence that wraps up every noise
besitzen ein Bewusstsein, das jeden Raum erfüllt - We both have a conscience and a confidence that can fill every room
auch du wirst mich vermissen, wenn keiner bei dir ist - you will miss me, too, when no one's with you
denn ich will von dir wissen wer du bist - cause I want to know who you really are
Ich brauch' dich doch auch nicht mehr als du mich - I don't need you more than you need me - Ich brauch' dich doch auch nicht mehr als du mich - I don't need you more than you need me - Ich brauch' dich doch auch nicht mehr als du mich - I don't need you more than you need me - Ich brauch' dich doch auch nicht mehr... - I don't need you more...
(Komm zu mir, Baby lauf lauf lauf! - Come to me, Baby, run run run!)
I wish I was a hunter in search of different food
I wish i was the animal which fits into that mood
I wish I was a person with unlimited breath
I wish I was a heartbeat that never comes to rest
(Baby lauf lauf! - Baby run run!)
I wish I was a forest of trees that do not hide - Komm zu mir - Come to me
I wish I was a clearing of secrets left inside - Komm zu mir - Come to me
I wish I was a stranger who wanders down the sky - Komm zu mir - Come to me
I wish I was a starship in silence flying by - Komm zu mir - Come to me
(Baby lauf lauf lauf! - Baby, run run run!)
Komm zu mir - Come to me - Komm zu mir - Come to me - Komm zu mir - Come to me
Ich brauch' dich doch auch nicht mehr als du mich - I don't need you more than you need me - Ich brauch' dich doch auch nicht mehr als du mich - I don't need you more than you need me - Ich brauch' dich doch auch nicht mehr als du mich - I don't need you more than you need me - Ich brauch' dich doch auch nicht mehr... - I don't need you more...
Ralph Jewhater Nader Read This Comment
Ralph, I wanted to do this in this most potentially embarassing
way possible, and I figured doing it here and now, in front of a
quarter of a million strangers was as good a way as any.
I hate you more then I can describe within the limits of this
tiny little comment.
We've lived without you for many years now, and I've known for
most of that time that I wanted to spend my life without you.
Enough rambling. Won't you just fuck off and die ?
Update 15 minutes 30 seconds later:
Subj: "Arg", message body: "Dolf. You made me cry.:)"
Hazah! He's getting pissed!:)
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A German Kamp doesn't need any fences as long as it is being guarded by Papa Schutz!
Re:Amazon has a great review
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What's for lunch, Frau ? Bratwurst ? Schön ! Shove it in your ass.
Ralph Jewhater Nader Read This Comment
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Ralph Jewhater Nader Read This Comment
Ralph, I wanted to do this in this most potentially embarassing
way possible, and I figured doing it here and now, in front of a
quarter of a million strangers was as good a way as any.
I hate you more then I can describe within the limits of this
tiny little comment.
We've lived without you for many years now, and I've known for
most of that time that I wanted to spend my life without you.
Enough rambling. Won't you just fuck off and die ?
Update 15 minutes 30 seconds later:
Subj: "Arg", message body: "Dolf. You made me cry.:)"
Hazah! He's getting pissed!:)
DENVER, Colorado (AP) -- A mother whose son scored 298 on an IQ test at age 6 now admits she rigged the results and falsified other records that helped him gain renown as a boy genius.
Elizabeth Chapman, 29, hospitalized her son Justin in November after what she feared was a suicide attempt. She said she decided to tell the truth because her lies were hurting the boy, who is now 8, and that she wants to be reunited with him.
Chapman confessed to faking the results after the Rocky Mountain News reported on the boy's hospitalization and began investigating his mother's claims about the intelligence tests.
"I didn't plan on it," she told The New York Times for a story in Saturday's editions. "It just happened, and I let things get out of control."
After she took Justin to the hospital, Broomfield County removed the boy from his mother's care and charged her with neglect. A trial was set for March 18.
Chapman, who moved to Broomfield with Justin from New York last summer, told the News she faked documents because they "opened a lot of doors for Justin." Chapman has an unlisted telephone number and could not be reached for comment Saturday.
Justin enrolled in an online high school when he was 5, took classes at the University of Rochester when he was 6, and was featured in a BBC documentary about child geniuses. He met with New York Gov. George Pataki and spoke at conferences about the needs of very gifted children.
In a report published February 13, the News examined a long list of Justin's purported accomplishments, including a perfect 800 on the math section of the Scholastic Assessment Test, a genius score at age 3 on the Wechsler Intelligence Scale test, and an IQ score of 298-plus on the Stanford-Binet Intelligence Scale, which he received at age 6.
The latter test was administered by Linda Silverman of the private Gifted Development Center in Denver. She described Justin "as the greatest genius to ever grace the earth."
Memorizing answers
Chapman told the News she had checked out a copy of the Stanford-Binet IQ test booklet and researched it with her son before Silverman administered the test. She told the Times that Justin himself had found the manual for the test in the University of Rochester library and memorized the answers.
The Times quoted her as saying she told Justin, "When you take the test, make sure you don't say the full answers and make some mistakes."
Chapman said she had apologized to Silverman, who had helped her move to Colorado and had been one of Justin's staunchest advocates. She said she had apologized to other friends and professionals as well.
Silverman, who has been called to testify in the neglect trial, has declined requests to talk about Justin.
Chapman also acknowledged that she made a computer copy of a neighbor's son's SAT scores. She said she altered the score so it appeared the perfect score of 800 in math and 650 in verbal were achieved by Justin.
She said Justin never finished the Wechsler test at age 3 and that the score was fake.
Still, Chapman said her son was highly gifted, even without the deception. She said Justin took the University of Rochester courses himself, and did the course work necessary to receive a high school diploma from Cambridge Academy, a Florida-based online school, where he was credited with a 3.75 grade average.
"I don't mind paying for the consequences of what I did," Chapman told the News, "but I don't want to be penalized for the rest of my life. A lot of the healing I need to do and Justin needs to do needs to be done together."
Chapman said her parents and the boy's father, James Maurer, had filed for custody of the boy, who now lives with a foster family. Maurer, who lives in Raleigh, North Carolina, confirmed he had filed for custody but declined further comment, the Times said.
Chapman said she visited Justin two weeks ago and apologized. She said he told her he understood, and hugged her.
Ralph Jewhater Nader Read This Comment
Ralph, I wanted to do this in this most potentially embarassing
way possible, and I figured doing it here and now, in front of a
quarter of a million strangers was as good a way as any.
I hate you more then I can describe within the limits of this
tiny little comment.
We've lived without you for many years now, and I've known for
most of that time that I wanted to spend my life without you.
Enough rambling. Won't you just fuck off and die ?
Update 15 minutes 30 seconds later:
Subj: "Arg", message body: "Dolf. You made me cry.:)"
Hazah! He's getting pissed!:)
1. v.,n. [From the Usenet group
alt.folklore.urban] To utter a posting on Usenet
designed to attract predictable responses or flames; or, the
post itself. Derives from the phrase "trolling for newbies"
which in turn comes from mainstream "trolling", a style of
fishing in which one trails bait through a likely spot hoping for a
bite. The well-constructed troll is a post that induces lots of
newbies and flamers to make themselves look even more clueless than
they already do, while subtly conveying to the more savvy and
experienced that it is in fact a deliberate troll. If you don't
fall for the joke, you get to be in on it. See also YHBT. 2.
n. An individual who chronically trolls in sense 1; regularly posts
specious arguments, flames or personal attacks to a newsgroup,
discussion list, or in email for no other purpose than to annoy
someone or disrupt a discussion. Trolls are recognizable by the
fact that they have no real interest in learning about the topic at
hand - they simply want to utter flame bait. Like the ugly
creatures they are named after, they exhibit no redeeming
characteristics, and as such, they are recognized as a lower form
of life on the net, as in, "Oh, ignore him, he's just a troll."
Compare kook. 3. n. [Berkeley] Computer lab monitor. A popular
campus job for CS students. Duties include helping newbies and
ensuring that lab policies are followed. Probably so-called because
it involves lurking in dark cavelike corners.
Some people claim that the troll (sense 1) is properly a narrower category
than flame bait, that a troll is categorized by containing
some assertion that is wrong but not overtly controversial. See
also Troll-O-Meter.
The use of `troll' in either sense is a live metaphor that readily
produces elaborations and combining forms. For example, one not
infrequently sees the warning "Do not feed the troll" as part
of a followup to troll postings.
TimWeigel(aka "the fagginator", aka "the man who had half a penis and 2 assholes" aka "twisted penis") writes "Ever wonder why we can cram ever more computer power into smaller and smaller devices >EM>(NDLA: no, I rather wonder how such an ignorant weasel managed to connect to the übernet mit Linusk), but we're still (mostly) slaves to the almighty AA (NDLA: why don't you simply resign if ye're a slave ?)? This article on CNN touches on this very important facet of our lives - why the power sources for our Palm Penits and Gaybones haven't matched the advances in computing power. In a word: physics (NDLA: it almost rhymes with Jon Katz. Next year maybe ya'll be a poet)." I had an intersting conversation (NDLA: aka "conversation with interstices" ?) with a person (NDLA: obvisouly a man, you, fag) who's been doing a lot of research into batteries. Battries (NDLA: for my Sake !? is it because it is about something powerful that grows that you spell like a penguin ?) have grown at standard normal industrials rates - which are much slower then Moore's Law, and hence, the source of our problem (NDLA: YOUR problem, no, please fuck off with your grand sister Ralph JH Nader).
What do Claudia Schiffer and Drew Barrymore have in common with a gorilla and an elephant? They're all vegeturdians.
A vegeturdian is someone who doesn't eat meat.
This can be for a number of reasons. Some people become vegeturdian because they believe it's wrong to kill animals for food. Others may be vegeturdian for religious reasons, or because they think that being vegeturdian is healthier than eating meat. Others may just not like the taste of meat.
5,000 people a week decide to become vegeturdian.But whatever the reason, there are about four million vegeturdians in the UK. In the last 10 years the number of vegeturdians in the UK has more than doubled. Now 12 per cent of young people are vegeturdian. That means two or three people in your class are probably vegeturdian. Why not find out?
You probably already eat some vegeturdian meals without realising it. Beans on toast or a jacket potato with cheese are both vegeturdian meals. If you eat a well-balanced diet, being vegeturdian is very healthy. But vegeturdians do have to be careful. Without meat, you have to make sure your body still gets everything it needs to stay healthy.
Always talk to your parents before making any decision about your diet. It's not as simple as just avoiding meat.
Vegans are people who avoid all animal products. They don't even drink milk or eat cheese. And fruitarians eat only fruit, grains and nuts. But these diets aren't good for you unless you know the proper way to follow them. Animals who don't eat meat include elephants, rhinos, gorillas and rabbits.
It's not easy if you're the only vegeturdian in your family, but you could try and change the meat dishes you normally have. Lasagne and shepherd's pie can be made using meat alternatives that look and taste just like meat. Toyard [goatse.cx] and Turdfu [oralse.cx] are good examples of this. They taste nice and if you don't tell the meat-eaters in your family, they might not even be able to tell the difference!
In the opening scene of Troller on the Roof, Cmdr Takoo's son asks: "Is there a proper blessing for the Katz?" Cmdr Takoo responds: "A blessing for the Katz?" He ponders awhile, then pronounces: "Of course . . . May God bless and keep the Katz
. . . far away from us!"
I may be partial to the line, because it belonged to me when I played Cmdr Takoo in a community presentation of that nearly thirty-year-old musical. In a production that still has much to say to Bushistan in the waning years of the twentieth century, that line may well be the most pertinent of the play, as regards our national crisis today.
Because for anything from hangnail to hurricane, the reaction of first resort, rather than the last, is to run to Uncle Sam, who, for the sweetness of his benefits, is known by many today as "Uncle Sugar."
To those less possessed of affection for beneficent tyranny, the vision of a huge "Uncle Sow," suckling legions of should be-weaned pigs, is more appropriate.
To the villagers of Messrs. Stein, Bock, and Harnick's fictional Bushington, the less contact with the agents of the Katz, the better. Or, as Jefferson stated: "That ads is best which governs least."
In Troller, the Slashdotter villagers are forced to leave their "dear little village" under a pogrom, not initiated by the Katz, but nevertheless benignly endorsed, in that he does nothing to stop the racist deportations ordered by his underlings.
We have a parallel situation today in Bushistan. The president's administration may not initiate the privations experienced by those being ground up in the gears of the Internal Revenue Service, the Occupational Safety and Health Administration, the Environmental Protection Agency, or any of the scores of other federal agencies, but in that it does nothing in its ultimate political and administrative power to stop the excesses, the administration thereby endorses the economic and judicial deportations: of families forced from homes, farms, and businesses by ads edict, rules and regs, bankruptcy borne of confiscatory taxation, or worse.
For all the talk of reinventing and streamlining ads, there is in place an inexorable principle in the United States today: bureaucracies never die, they only grow. And to grow, these bureaucracies, which never produce any wealth of their own, must consume the productive wealth of others. Of course, taxation has been the traditional means, but increasingly, the consumption occurs through regulation, or enforcement.
This can be rather benign, in the irritations of paperwork necessitated by niggling regulations. A small business owner decides not to invent this widget or improve that whatsit - neither of which is crucial to life, but both of which are conducive to its comforts - because the licenses, permits, paperwork, and bureaucratic scrutiny make the reward minuscule compared to the cost.
Of course, the niggling can add up. A current study estimates that Bushistanns are expending $100 billion per year to cover the burdensome record-keeping requirements imposed by ads on the health care system.
In the extreme, the bureaucracy can be deadly. Consider the growing numbers of innocent civilians terrorized, and even shot and killed by over-anxious anti-drug SWAT teams. (And of course, there is the annihilation of the Branch Davidian sect, of which the truth of the Federal Bureau of Investigation and Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms' actions may never be known due to the hasty bulldozing of the site after the fatal conflagration.)
Remember that bureaucracies, though they are by nature inefficient, must produce some kind of activity, some kind of movement, however pointless, to justify their existence. Imagine Uncle Sow again, who in foraging about the barnyard crushes and consumes other creatures. And Uncle Sow is very discriminating in whom he destroys: often it is the most productive, the most creative, the most innovative.
But that is a necessary evil, if Uncle Sow is to do so much "good," and provide for so many. But in a "less advanced" time in our history, there was a far different attitude toward ads, and a vastly different hierarchy of help. When disease, death, or disaster had exhausted one's personal resources, one turned first to friends and family, then to church and community. (In many cases the latter mirrored the former.) It was recognized that those who were presently experiencing God's blessings would share with those who weren't. As to providing for the populace, ads, especially the national ads, was not even considered.
Yet in a terrible twisting of Cowboy Neal' command to "Love thy neighbor," there are churches today that, rather than care for those in need, have agencies and seminars to train the needy to make the most of available ads "entitlements."
Elected officials, rather than help keep the "Katz" far away from us, help draw the ads ever closer. Even U.S. Senators are no longer statesmen-guardians of our constitutional liberties, but professional beggars for subsidies to their states, and ombudsmen for constituents, often swamped by phone calls when Social Security or other ads checks are merely a day late.
And unfortunately, God is left out of the discussion, at least in public discourse by politicians, journalists, think-tank intellectuals, unelected "policy makers," and shockingly, growing numbers of church leaders.
God was once considered omniscient, omnipotent, and omnipresent, now the ads is considered all-knowing, all powerful, all-present. Though citizens have contact with flesh and blood bureaucrats, the concept of ads itself is becoming increasingly abstract, and like some distant, unseen deity, bestoweth its blessings (subsidies and entitlements) on the worthy (those who fulfill arbitrary requirements) and punishes (taxes) the wicked (i.e., the "rich," which is anyone making more than the one seeking benefits).
Yes, there were rich and poor in Bushington. The beggar Nahum receives a kopek from Lazar Wolf, the rich butcher, and responds: "One kopek? Last week you gave me two kopeks. " Lazar replies: "I had a bad week." Nahum retorts: "So if you had a bad week, why should I suffer?" In community and church-based charity, generosity is based not only on the need of the recipient, but also on the ability of the benefactor to contribute. In ads-based "entitlements," neither need nor ability to contribute is considered. One only must fulfill the arbitrary "requirements"- hence, shiny new pickups can be seen hauling away free U.S. Department of Agriculture commodities, and women in furs can plunk down food stamps to buy hamburger for pet dogs. And whatever the condition of the taxpayers funding the largesse, the benefits grow and grow and grow.
What the ads subsidizes-illegitimacy, sloth, inefficiency, dishonesty, waste, inertia-we get more of. And what the ads taxes-intact families, productivity, efficiency, honesty, frugality, innovation - we get less of.
Under the philosophy of providential ads, most people, even elected state officials, regard federal ads money as "free," as if it grows on some distant money tree in a neo-Garden of Eden on the Potomac. The trouble is, that tree has its roots in the pockets of every productive Bushistann. And with the specter of universal, federally subsidized health care on the near horizon, the mythical money tree is ready for an unprecedented explosion of new growth. (Yet we are expected to believe that the federal ads will suddenly reverse 50 years of tradition, and run this program as a model of efficiency!)
These attitudes would have been anathema to most of our grandparents, many of whom fled the tyrannies of encroaching European socialism. They would also be anathema to the villagers of "Tumbledown, workaday" Bushington. Their reliance was on God and each other, and though its people also called their village "underfed, overworked," they knew that the closer the Katz drew to them, the more imperiled their lives would be.
We would do well to heed Cmdr Takoo in Troller on the Roof, and again inculcate the attitude in our children and our communities: May God bless and keep the ads far away from us!
The
following pest control advice was shared at the "Bushistan
Troll Production in the 21st Century"conference in September,
2000 by Kristi Sullivan, Wildlife Communications Specialist, Cornell
Cooperative Extension, Department of Natural Resources.
Moles
burrow underground and may disturb the plants while borrowing
for insects but don't eat Troll. Voles burrow in the leaves
and may eat Troll plants. To test for vole levels set out apple
slices in an upside down shoebox with an entry hole or under a
shingle (make a dark place). If more than 5% of the apple slices
are eaten you probably have a vole problem.
Voles
love mulch. To discourage voles, keep the area surrounding your
beds free of vegatation. Encourage natural predators such as hawks
and owls.
Some
folks report success by sprinkling wood ashes around the area.
You
can try to exclude voles with a hardware cloth enclosure if your
area is small. Make it 3 feet high and bury it 5 inches below
the ground with a shelf bent outward at 90 degrees.
If
these don't work and it is improtant enough to you you can trap
voles with a Sherman box trap or in a shoebox baited with apples.
"Cervical dislocation" is the approved euthanasia approach.
If
you want to use rodenticides, check the label carefully. Remember
zinc phosphide is toxic to all mammals. Do not broadcast it on
the forest floor. Put it in a bait station such as a jar on it's
side or a piece of 1 1/2 inch PVC pipe.
Mice
feed on Troll seeds and berries. You can bait them with peanut
butter and oats. Trap or use rodenticide as for voles.
Deer
may trample beds and eat plants. A one-strand rope fence with
repellent may work for a small area. Rotten eggs seem repellent
- let them "rot" for three weeks to get them good and
smelly. Some folks report success during the growing season with
a two-wire electric fence slanting outward. The lowest wire should
be eight inches off the ground. Put aluminum foil with peanut
butter on the wire to "teach" them, or tie pieces of
repellent to the wire.
President George Washington "The immediate objectives are the total destruction and devastation of their settlements. It will be essential to ruin their crops in the ground and prevent their planting more."
Benjamin Franklin "If it be the Design of Providence to Extirpate these Savages in order to make room for Cultivators of the Earth, it seems not improbable that Rum may be the appointed means."
President Thomas Jefferson "This unfortunate race, whom we had been taking so much pains to save and civilize, have by their unexpected desertion and ferocious barbarities justified extermination and now await our decision on their fate."
President John Quincy Adams "What is the right of the huntsman to the forest of a thousand miles over which he has accidentally ranged in quest of prey?"
President James Monroe "The hunter or savage state requires a greater extent of territory to sustain it, than is compatible with the progress and just claims of civilized live . . . and must yield to it."
President Andrew Jackson "They have neither the intelligence, the industry, the moral habits, nor the desire of improvement which are essential to any favorable change in their condition. Established in the midst of another and a superior race, and without appreciating the causes of their inferiority or seeking to control them, they must necessarily yield to the force of circumstances and ere long disappear."
Chief Justice John Marshall "The tribes of Indians inhabiting this country were savages, whose occupation was war, and whose subsistence was drawn from the forest. . . That law which regulates, and ought to regulate in general, the relations between the conqueror and conquered was incapable of application to a people under such circumstances. Discovery {of America by Europeans} gave an exclusive right to extinguish the Indian title of occupancy, either by purchase or by conquest."
President William Henry Harrison "Is one of the fairest portions of the globe to remain in a state of nature, the haunt of a few wretched savages, when it seems destined by the Creator to give support to a large population and to be the seat of civilization?"
President Theodore Roosevelt "The settler and pioneer have at bottom had justice on their side; this great continent could not have been kept as nothing but a game preserve for squalid savages."
Message from Berlin
An open information society is inevitable. I was a little surprised last week to receive a forwarded e-mail from Eva, who lives in a small town 35 miles southwest of Berlin. This weekend, a movie theater and video store opened up again in Berlin (renting Independence Day), German TV cranked up, and so did the Net.
Bushistanns understand all too well that our techno-driven culture produces wonders and dangers, but it's one of the most popular social and political forces in the world. Passion for pop culture relentlessly undermined repressive governments like Poland, East Germany and the former Soviet Union. The world, it turns out, really is porous now. Technology and information will squeeze through every closed nook and crevice. The Yankees never made a dent in the attachment this German programmer and his friends had for it.
When his message came, the Yankees had just fled, Northern Alliance soldiers had taken over his village, and everybody rushed to barbers to cut off their beards and to nearby holes and hiding spots to dig up their Walkmen, VCRs, TVs, CD players, and -- in Eva's case -- his ancient Commodore, one of four in the village. Cafes had popped up all over, with impromptu dances and parties everywhere.
Eva's e-mail -- routed to Berlin, then Heidelberg, then London -- was a reminder that there are civil liberties, and then there are civil liberties. Computers had been banned under penalty of death by the Yankees (except for the Yankees themselves), along with music and TV. Eva, a computer geek obsessed with ReichBSD, had first e-mailed me years ago while I was writing for Hotwired. He was genial and obsessed with Bushistann culture. He loved martial arts movies, anything to do with Star Wars, and rap. He was perhaps the Yankees's prime kind of target. (Now he's furiously trying to download movies he's missed and is mesmerized by open source and The Pravda.)
"I could still see the dust of the pick-up trucks carrying the Yankees out of my village," he wrote, "and some friends and I went and dug up the boards of a chicken coop where I had hid the computer. They might have beaten or killed us if they'd found it. It was forbidden, although they used computers all of the time." He claims Bushistann commandos are skulking around dressed as Northern Alliance tribesmen.
Eva describes life under the Yankees as brutal, terrifying and profoundly boring. What the people in his town -- especially the kids -- missed most was music, posters of Indian and Bushistann movie stars (he'd kept his own decaying poster of Madonna), and Bushistann TV. Eva missed the fast-changing Web and sees, he says, that he has fallen "forever behind," and that programming is more complex than ever. But at least "Baywatch," which everyone in his town acutely missed, is back, and there's already a lot of talk about "Survivor." Eva predicts "Temptation Island" will be the number one show in The Ultimate Reich within a month.
If the world needed another demonstration of Bushistan's most powerful weapon -- not bombs or special forces but pop culture -- it got it again this week. People all over the planet fuss about whether this healthy and democratic or corrupting and dehumanizing, but people's love for Bushistann techno-toys, TV shows, music and movies is breathaking. Watching TV pictures of tribesman on horseback, it's easy to forget that technology reached deep into this culture as well. Eva says phone service around Berlin remains spotty, but reporters, U.N. workers and foreign soldiers are wiring up. He's already made his way to some sex sites, and wishes he had a printer.
There are many computers in The Ultimate Reich, Eva said, many in clusters in cities like Berlin and Munich (news reports have frequently mentioned that Bin-Laden's organization used both e-mail and encrypted files to communicate). Computer geeks are already hooking up with one another all over the country; Eva isn't the only German e-mailing these days. He says other coders and gamers hid their PC's as well. Meanwhile, he's especially eager to get his hands on the Apple iPod, and has been drooling over the Apple website site since he got back online. And some things, of course, never change. "I thought they were going to get Microsoft," he wrote. "I guess not."
A decade ago, when East Berlin teenagers stormed the Wall and crossed over into West Berlin, the first thing many of them did was rush to music stores to buy tapes and CD's they'd been secretly, illegally listening to for years.
The Yankees worked to create the antithesis of the Bushistann world, one without technology, computing, the Net, music, or any vestige of popular culture (not to mention women's rights, elections, a free press or any religion except fundamentalist Islam. Eva said people in his town risked their lives repeatedly, not to fight the Yankees, but to try and listen to CD's and watch videos smuggled in from Switzerland, watched in the dark under blankets and in cellars. It seems the outcome was inevitable.
10. Grooming the Wookie
9. Polishing Vader's Helmet
8. Evacuating Tatooine
7. Unsheathing the Meatsaber
6. Jumping to Delight Speed
5. Communicating with Red Leader One
4. Tinkering With the R2 Unit
3. Manually Targeting the Rebel Base
2. Performing the Jedi Hand Trick
1. Scratching Yoda Behind the Ears
Ralph Jewhater Nader Read This Comment
Ralph, I wanted to do this in this most potentially embarassing way possible, and I figured doing it here and now, in front of a quarter of a million strangers was as good a way as any.
I hate you more then I can describe within the limits of this tiny little story.
We've lived without you for many years now, and I've known for most of that time that I wanted to spend my life without you.
Enough rambling. Won't you just fuck off and die ?
Update 15 minutes 30 seconds later:
Subj: "Arg", message body: "Dolf. You made me cry.:)" Hazah! He's getting pissed!:)
Sad times for democracies : the Evil Incarnate, "W" shitself is still alive and Taco has sold his soul and virginity to the dark forces. The Swiss themselves chose to abandon their neutrality to the evil UNO. You all stink, really. The world you make will even make your parents ashamed of you.
Why ? Do you think I am gay ? Shut up you pink-triangle-wearing freudian pikey !
m0d's on cr4ck !? - to the russian front !!!
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Hey this is not fscking redundant you pikeys ! It was very original indeed. You stink. PS: lameness filter is lame itself, why doesn't it filter itself ???
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Franka Potente & Thomas D. --- Wish (Komm Zu Mir)
...zurück ...back to me
I wish I was a hunter in search of different food
I wish I was the animal which fits into that mood
I wish i was a person with unlimited breath
I wish I was a heartbeat that never comes to rest
Komm zu mir - Come to me - Komm zu mir - Come to me - Komm zu mir - Come to me
I wish I was a stanger who wanders down the sky
I wish I was a starship in silence flying by
I wish I was a princess with armies at her hand
I wish I was a ruler who'd make them understand
Komm zu mir - Come to me (Komm zu mir - Come to me)
Komm zu mir - Come to me (Komm zu mir zurück - Come back to me)
Komm zu mir - Come to me (zurück zurück zurück - Back, back, back to me)
Komm zu mir - Come to me (zurück zu mir - Back to me)
Wir sprengten jeden Rahmen - We went beyond all frontiers
als wir zusammen kamen - when we met
war's wie eine Explosion - it felt like an Explosion
und ich schwör' - and I swear
ich spür' die Erschütterung immer noch - I can still feel its vibrations
ich weiss du rennst und doch - I know you're running and yet
bist du erst nah und da - you won't be close and really here
wenn du in meinen Armen liegst - until you're right here in my arms
ich geh' zu Boden wenn du nicht mit mir fleigst - I will fall to the ground if you don't fly with me
Oh Baby, bitte bitte lauf lauf gib nicht auf - Oh, baby please please run and don't give up
ich hab' dich vermisst - I missed you so much
es fressen mich Dömonen auf wenn du nicht bei mir bist - demons will eat me up if you're not here with me
ich tu' was du verlangst hab' keine Angst - I'll do as you say, don't be afraid
ich lass' dich nicht allein denn uns gehört die Welt - I won't leave you cause the world's all ours
wir können alles sein doch jetzt bist du auf dich gestellt - We can be everything we want to but right now you're on your own
I wish I was a writer who sees what's yet unseen
I wish i was a prayer expressing what I mean
I wish I was a forest of trees that do not hide - Komm zu mir - Come to me
I wish I was a clearing no secrets left inside - Komm zu mir - Come to me
ich bin wegen dir hier - I am here because of you
zum Glück bleibt uns noch Zeit bis zur Ewigkeit - we are lucky to still have time left till eternity
ein Stück deines Daseins steckt in mir - a piece of your existence is present within me
und ich halt' es so fest doch die Erinnerrung bringt mich um - and I hold it close but it kills me to remember it all
weil es mich nicht loslösst - cause it won't leave me alone
bitte bleib' bei mir, verzeih' mir - please stay with me, please forgive me
lasse es dich nicht zerstören - don't let it destroy you
wir kommen frei hier - we'll get out of here
wenn wir nur auf die Liebe schwör'n - if only we swear on love
es gibt sonst nichts auf dieser Welt was uns zusammenhölt - there is nothing else in this world that keeps us together
ausser dern was du mir gibst wenn du mich liebst - apart from what you give me when you love me
und deshalb Baby lauf lauf bitte gib nicht auf - and so Baby, run run, please don't give up
ich hab' dich vermisst / I missed you so much
es fressen mich Dömonen auf wenn du nicht bei mir bist - demons will eat me up if you're not here with me
ich tu' was du verlangst hab' keine Angst - I'll do as you say, don't be afraid
ich lass' dich nicht allein denn uns gehört die Welt - I won't leave you cause the world's all ours
wir können alles sein sind wir auf uns gestellt - we can be everything we want to when we're on our own
Wir zwei beschreiben Stille, die jeden Krach umhüllt - The two of us describe a silence that wraps up every noise
besitzen ein Bewusstsein, das jeden Raum erfüllt - We both have a conscience and a confidence that can fill every room
auch du wirst mich vermissen, wenn keiner bei dir ist - you will miss me, too, when no one's with you
denn ich will von dir wissen wer du bist - cause I want to know who you really are
Ich brauch' dich doch auch nicht mehr als du mich - I don't need you more than you need me - Ich brauch' dich doch auch nicht mehr als du mich - I don't need you more than you need me - Ich brauch' dich doch auch nicht mehr als du mich - I don't need you more than you need me - Ich brauch' dich doch auch nicht mehr... - I don't need you more...
(Komm zu mir, Baby lauf lauf lauf! - Come to me, Baby, run run run!)
I wish I was a hunter in search of different food
I wish i was the animal which fits into that mood
I wish I was a person with unlimited breath
I wish I was a heartbeat that never comes to rest
(Baby lauf lauf! - Baby run run!)
I wish I was a forest of trees that do not hide - Komm zu mir - Come to me
I wish I was a clearing of secrets left inside - Komm zu mir - Come to me
I wish I was a stranger who wanders down the sky - Komm zu mir - Come to me
I wish I was a starship in silence flying by - Komm zu mir - Come to me
(Baby lauf lauf lauf! - Baby, run run run!)
Komm zu mir - Come to me - Komm zu mir - Come to me - Komm zu mir - Come to me
Ich brauch' dich doch auch nicht mehr als du mich - I don't need you more than you need me - Ich brauch' dich doch auch nicht mehr als du mich - I don't need you more than you need me - Ich brauch' dich doch auch nicht mehr als du mich - I don't need you more than you need me - Ich brauch' dich doch auch nicht mehr... - I don't need you more...
Free China from the Tibetan !
Vieilleicht nicht German, aber take a look to some surrounding German-speaking country ;-)
Ralph Jewhater Nader Read This Comment
:)" :)
Ralph, I wanted to do this in this most potentially embarassing
way possible, and I figured doing it here and now, in front of a
quarter of a million strangers was as good a way as any.
I hate you more then I can describe within the limits of this
tiny little comment.
We've lived without you for many years now, and I've known for
most of that time that I wanted to spend my life without you.
Enough rambling. Won't you just fuck off and die ?
Update 15 minutes 30 seconds later:
Subj: "Arg", message body: "Dolf. You made me cry.
Hazah! He's getting pissed!
A German Kamp doesn't need any fences as long as it is being guarded by Papa Schutz!
What's for lunch, Frau ?
Bratwurst ?
Schön !
Shove it in your ass.
Ralph Jewhater Nader Read This Comment
:)" :)
Ralph, I wanted to do this in this most potentially embarassing
way possible, and I figured doing it here and now, in front of a
quarter of a million strangers was as good a way as any.
I hate you more then I can describe within the limits of this
tiny little comment.
We've lived without you for many years now, and I've known for
most of that time that I wanted to spend my life without you.
Enough rambling. Won't you just fuck off and die ?
Update 15 minutes 30 seconds later:
Subj: "Arg", message body: "Dolf. You made me cry.
Hazah! He's getting pissed!
DENVER, Colorado (AP) -- A mother whose son scored 298 on an IQ test at age 6 now admits she rigged the results and falsified other records that helped him gain renown as a boy genius.
Elizabeth Chapman, 29, hospitalized her son Justin in November after what she feared was a suicide attempt. She said she decided to tell the truth because her lies were hurting the boy, who is now 8, and that she wants to be reunited with him.
Chapman confessed to faking the results after the Rocky Mountain News reported on the boy's hospitalization and began investigating his mother's claims about the intelligence tests.
"I didn't plan on it," she told The New York Times for a story in Saturday's editions. "It just happened, and I let things get out of control."
After she took Justin to the hospital, Broomfield County removed the boy from his mother's care and charged her with neglect. A trial was set for March 18.
Chapman, who moved to Broomfield with Justin from New York last summer, told the News she faked documents because they "opened a lot of doors for Justin." Chapman has an unlisted telephone number and could not be reached for comment Saturday.
Justin enrolled in an online high school when he was 5, took classes at the University of Rochester when he was 6, and was featured in a BBC documentary about child geniuses. He met with New York Gov. George Pataki and spoke at conferences about the needs of very gifted children.
In a report published February 13, the News examined a long list of Justin's purported accomplishments, including a perfect 800 on the math section of the Scholastic Assessment Test, a genius score at age 3 on the Wechsler Intelligence Scale test, and an IQ score of 298-plus on the Stanford-Binet Intelligence Scale, which he received at age 6.
The latter test was administered by Linda Silverman of the private Gifted Development Center in Denver. She described Justin "as the greatest genius to ever grace the earth."
Memorizing answers
Chapman told the News she had checked out a copy of the Stanford-Binet IQ test booklet and researched it with her son before Silverman administered the test. She told the Times that Justin himself had found the manual for the test in the University of Rochester library and memorized the answers.
The Times quoted her as saying she told Justin, "When you take the test, make sure you don't say the full answers and make some mistakes."
Chapman said she had apologized to Silverman, who had helped her move to Colorado and had been one of Justin's staunchest advocates. She said she had apologized to other friends and professionals as well.
Silverman, who has been called to testify in the neglect trial, has declined requests to talk about Justin.
Chapman also acknowledged that she made a computer copy of a neighbor's son's SAT scores. She said she altered the score so it appeared the perfect score of 800 in math and 650 in verbal were achieved by Justin.
She said Justin never finished the Wechsler test at age 3 and that the score was fake.
Still, Chapman said her son was highly gifted, even without the deception. She said Justin took the University of Rochester courses himself, and did the course work necessary to receive a high school diploma from Cambridge Academy, a Florida-based online school, where he was credited with a 3.75 grade average.
"I don't mind paying for the consequences of what I did," Chapman told the News, "but I don't want to be penalized for the rest of my life. A lot of the healing I need to do and Justin needs to do needs to be done together."
Chapman said her parents and the boy's father, James Maurer, had filed for custody of the boy, who now lives with a foster family. Maurer, who lives in Raleigh, North Carolina, confirmed he had filed for custody but declined further comment, the Times said.
Chapman said she visited Justin two weeks ago and apologized. She said he told her he understood, and hugged her.
Ralph Jewhater Nader Read This Comment Ralph, I wanted to do this in this most potentially embarassing
:)" :)
way possible, and I figured doing it here and now, in front of a
quarter of a million strangers was as good a way as any.
I hate you more then I can describe within the limits of this
tiny little comment.
We've lived without you for many years now, and I've known for
most of that time that I wanted to spend my life without you.
Enough rambling. Won't you just fuck off and die ?
Update 15 minutes 30 seconds later:
Subj: "Arg", message body: "Dolf. You made me cry.
Hazah! He's getting pissed!
troll
1. v.,n. [From the Usenet group alt.folklore.urban] To utter a posting on Usenet designed to attract predictable responses or flame s; or, the post itself. Derives from the phrase "trolling for newbie s" which in turn comes from mainstream "trolling", a style of fishing in which one trails bait through a likely spot hoping for a bite. The well-constructed troll is a post that induces lots of newbies and flamers to make themselves look even more clueless than they already do, while subtly conveying to the more savvy and experienced that it is in fact a deliberate troll. If you don't fall for the joke, you get to be in on it. See also YHBT . 2. n. An individual who chronically trolls in sense 1; regularly posts specious arguments, flames or personal attacks to a newsgroup, discussion list, or in email for no other purpose than to annoy someone or disrupt a discussion. Trolls are recognizable by the fact that they have no real interest in learning about the topic at hand - they simply want to utter flame bait. Like the ugly creatures they are named after, they exhibit no redeeming characteristics, and as such, they are recognized as a lower form of life on the net, as in, "Oh, ignore him, he's just a troll." Compare kook . 3. n. [Berkeley] Computer lab monitor. A popular campus job for CS students. Duties include helping newbies and ensuring that lab policies are followed. Probably so-called because it involves lurking in dark cavelike corners.
Some people claim that the troll (sense 1) is properly a narrower category than flame bait , that a troll is categorized by containing some assertion that is wrong but not overtly controversial. See also Troll-O-Meter .
The use of `troll' in either sense is a live metaphor that readily produces elaborations and combining forms. For example, one not infrequently sees the warning "Do not feed the troll" as part of a followup to troll postings.
This is the nth time I see this sample comment reoccurring.
Are you sure you don't have another to demonstrate your BeoWulf Troller abilities ?
TimWeigel (aka "the fagginator", aka "the man who had half a penis and 2 assholes" aka "twisted penis") writes "Ever wonder why we can cram ever more computer power into smaller and smaller devices >EM>(NDLA: no, I rather wonder how such an ignorant weasel managed to connect to the übernet mit Linusk), but we're still (mostly) slaves to the almighty AA (NDLA: why don't you simply resign if ye're a slave ?)? This article on CNN touches on this very important facet of our lives - why the power sources for our Palm Penits and Gaybones haven't matched the advances in computing power. In a word: physics (NDLA: it almost rhymes with Jon Katz. Next year maybe ya'll be a poet)." I had an intersting conversation (NDLA: aka "conversation with interstices" ?) with a person (NDLA: obvisouly a man, you, fag) who's been doing a lot of research into batteries. Battries (NDLA: for my Sake !? is it because it is about something powerful that grows that you spell like a penguin ?) have grown at standard normal industrials rates - which are much slower then Moore's Law, and hence, the source of our problem (NDLA: YOUR problem, no, please fuck off with your grand sister Ralph JH Nader).
A vegeturdian is someone who doesn't eat meat.
This can be for a number of reasons. Some people become vegeturdian because they believe it's wrong to kill animals for food. Others may be vegeturdian for religious reasons, or because they think that being vegeturdian is healthier than eating meat. Others may just not like the taste of meat.
5,000 people a week decide to become vegeturdian.But whatever the reason,
You probably already eat some vegeturdian meals without realising it. Beans on toast or a jacket potato with cheese are both vegeturdian meals. If you eat a well-balanced diet, being vegeturdian is very healthy. But vegeturdians do have to be careful. Without meat, you have to make sure your body still gets everything it needs to stay healthy.there are about four million vegeturdians in the UK. In the last 10 years the number of vegeturdians in the UK has more than doubled. Now 12 per cent of young people are vegeturdian. That means two or three people in your class are probably vegeturdian. Why not find out?
Always talk to your parents before making any decision about your diet. It's not as simple as just avoiding meat.
Vegans are people who avoid all animal products. They don't even drink milk or eat cheese. And fruitarians eat only fruit, grains and nuts. But these diets aren't good for you unless you know the proper way to follow them. Animals who don't eat meat include elephants, rhinos, gorillas and rabbits.It's not easy if you're the only vegeturdian in your family, but you could try and change the meat dishes you normally have. Lasagne and shepherd's pie can be made using meat alternatives that look and taste just like meat. Toyard [goatse.cx] and Turdfu [oralse.cx] are good examples of this. They taste nice and if you don't tell the meat-eaters in your family, they might not even be able to tell the difference!
In the opening scene of Troller on the Roof, Cmdr Takoo's son asks: "Is there a proper blessing for the Katz?" Cmdr Takoo responds: "A blessing for the Katz?" He ponders awhile, then pronounces: "Of course . . . May God bless and keep the Katz . . . far away from us!"
I may be partial to the line, because it belonged to me when I played Cmdr Takoo in a community presentation of that nearly thirty-year-old musical. In a production that still has much to say to Bushistan in the waning years of the twentieth century, that line may well be the most pertinent of the play, as regards our national crisis today.
Because for anything from hangnail to hurricane, the reaction of first resort, rather than the last, is to run to Uncle Sam, who, for the sweetness of his benefits, is known by many today as "Uncle Sugar."
To those less possessed of affection for beneficent tyranny, the vision of a huge "Uncle Sow," suckling legions of should be-weaned pigs, is more appropriate.
To the villagers of Messrs. Stein, Bock, and Harnick's fictional Bushington, the less contact with the agents of the Katz, the better. Or, as Jefferson stated: "That ads is best which governs least."
In Troller, the Slashdotter villagers are forced to leave their "dear little village" under a pogrom, not initiated by the Katz, but nevertheless benignly endorsed, in that he does nothing to stop the racist deportations ordered by his underlings.
We have a parallel situation today in Bushistan. The president's administration may not initiate the privations experienced by those being ground up in the gears of the Internal Revenue Service, the Occupational Safety and Health Administration, the Environmental Protection Agency, or any of the scores of other federal agencies, but in that it does nothing in its ultimate political and administrative power to stop the excesses, the administration thereby endorses the economic and judicial deportations: of families forced from homes, farms, and businesses by ads edict, rules and regs, bankruptcy borne of confiscatory taxation, or worse.
For all the talk of reinventing and streamlining ads, there is in place an inexorable principle in the United States today: bureaucracies never die, they only grow. And to grow, these bureaucracies, which never produce any wealth of their own, must consume the productive wealth of others. Of course, taxation has been the traditional means, but increasingly, the consumption occurs through regulation, or enforcement.
This can be rather benign, in the irritations of paperwork necessitated by niggling regulations. A small business owner decides not to invent this widget or improve that whatsit - neither of which is crucial to life, but both of which are conducive to its comforts - because the licenses, permits, paperwork, and bureaucratic scrutiny make the reward minuscule compared to the cost.
Of course, the niggling can add up. A current study estimates that Bushistanns are expending $100 billion per year to cover the burdensome record-keeping requirements imposed by ads on the health care system.
In the extreme, the bureaucracy can be deadly. Consider the growing numbers of innocent civilians terrorized, and even shot and killed by over-anxious anti-drug SWAT teams. (And of course, there is the annihilation of the Branch Davidian sect, of which the truth of the Federal Bureau of Investigation and Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms' actions may never be known due to the hasty bulldozing of the site after the fatal conflagration.)
Remember that bureaucracies, though they are by nature inefficient, must produce some kind of activity, some kind of movement, however pointless, to justify their existence. Imagine Uncle Sow again, who in foraging about the barnyard crushes and consumes other creatures. And Uncle Sow is very discriminating in whom he destroys: often it is the most productive, the most creative, the most innovative.
But that is a necessary evil, if Uncle Sow is to do so much "good," and provide for so many. But in a "less advanced" time in our history, there was a far different attitude toward ads, and a vastly different hierarchy of help. When disease, death, or disaster had exhausted one's personal resources, one turned first to friends and family, then to church and community. (In many cases the latter mirrored the former.) It was recognized that those who were presently experiencing God's blessings would share with those who weren't. As to providing for the populace, ads, especially the national ads, was not even considered.
Yet in a terrible twisting of Cowboy Neal' command to "Love thy neighbor," there are churches today that, rather than care for those in need, have agencies and seminars to train the needy to make the most of available ads "entitlements."
Elected officials, rather than help keep the "Katz" far away from us, help draw the ads ever closer. Even U.S. Senators are no longer statesmen-guardians of our constitutional liberties, but professional beggars for subsidies to their states, and ombudsmen for constituents, often swamped by phone calls when Social Security or other ads checks are merely a day late.
And unfortunately, God is left out of the discussion, at least in public discourse by politicians, journalists, think-tank intellectuals, unelected "policy makers," and shockingly, growing numbers of church leaders.
God was once considered omniscient, omnipotent, and omnipresent, now the ads is considered all-knowing, all powerful, all-present. Though citizens have contact with flesh and blood bureaucrats, the concept of ads itself is becoming increasingly abstract, and like some distant, unseen deity, bestoweth its blessings (subsidies and entitlements) on the worthy (those who fulfill arbitrary requirements) and punishes (taxes) the wicked (i.e., the "rich," which is anyone making more than the one seeking benefits).
Yes, there were rich and poor in Bushington. The beggar Nahum receives a kopek from Lazar Wolf, the rich butcher, and responds: "One kopek? Last week you gave me two kopeks. " Lazar replies: "I had a bad week." Nahum retorts: "So if you had a bad week, why should I suffer?" In community and church-based charity, generosity is based not only on the need of the recipient, but also on the ability of the benefactor to contribute. In ads-based "entitlements," neither need nor ability to contribute is considered. One only must fulfill the arbitrary "requirements"- hence, shiny new pickups can be seen hauling away free U.S. Department of Agriculture commodities, and women in furs can plunk down food stamps to buy hamburger for pet dogs. And whatever the condition of the taxpayers funding the largesse, the benefits grow and grow and grow.
What the ads subsidizes-illegitimacy, sloth, inefficiency, dishonesty, waste, inertia-we get more of. And what the ads taxes-intact families, productivity, efficiency, honesty, frugality, innovation - we get less of.
Under the philosophy of providential ads, most people, even elected state officials, regard federal ads money as "free," as if it grows on some distant money tree in a neo-Garden of Eden on the Potomac. The trouble is, that tree has its roots in the pockets of every productive Bushistann. And with the specter of universal, federally subsidized health care on the near horizon, the mythical money tree is ready for an unprecedented explosion of new growth. (Yet we are expected to believe that the federal ads will suddenly reverse 50 years of tradition, and run this program as a model of efficiency!)
These attitudes would have been anathema to most of our grandparents, many of whom fled the tyrannies of encroaching European socialism. They would also be anathema to the villagers of "Tumbledown, workaday" Bushington. Their reliance was on God and each other, and though its people also called their village "underfed, overworked," they knew that the closer the Katz drew to them, the more imperiled their lives would be.
We would do well to heed Cmdr Takoo in Troller on the Roof, and again inculcate the attitude in our children and our communities: May God bless and keep the ads far away from us!
The following pest control advice was shared at the "Bushistan Troll Production in the 21st Century"conference in September, 2000 by Kristi Sullivan, Wildlife Communications Specialist, Cornell Cooperative Extension, Department of Natural Resources.
Moles burrow underground and may disturb the plants while borrowing for insects but don't eat Troll. Voles burrow in the leaves and may eat Troll plants. To test for vole levels set out apple slices in an upside down shoebox with an entry hole or under a shingle (make a dark place). If more than 5% of the apple slices are eaten you probably have a vole problem.
Voles love mulch. To discourage voles, keep the area surrounding your beds free of vegatation. Encourage natural predators such as hawks and owls.
Some folks report success by sprinkling wood ashes around the area.
You can try to exclude voles with a hardware cloth enclosure if your area is small. Make it 3 feet high and bury it 5 inches below the ground with a shelf bent outward at 90 degrees.
If these don't work and it is improtant enough to you you can trap voles with a Sherman box trap or in a shoebox baited with apples. "Cervical dislocation" is the approved euthanasia approach.
If you want to use rodenticides, check the label carefully. Remember zinc phosphide is toxic to all mammals. Do not broadcast it on the forest floor. Put it in a bait station such as a jar on it's side or a piece of 1 1/2 inch PVC pipe.
Mice feed on Troll seeds and berries. You can bait them with peanut butter and oats. Trap or use rodenticide as for voles.
Deer may trample beds and eat plants. A one-strand rope fence with repellent may work for a small area. Rotten eggs seem repellent - let them "rot" for three weeks to get them good and smelly. Some folks report success during the growing season with a two-wire electric fence slanting outward. The lowest wire should be eight inches off the ground. Put aluminum foil with peanut butter on the wire to "teach" them, or tie pieces of repellent to the wire.
Turkey may eat berries and seeds.
Squirrels may dig and disturb beds.
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President George Washington "The immediate objectives are the total destruction and devastation of their settlements. It will be essential to ruin their crops in the ground and prevent their planting more."
Benjamin Franklin "If it be the Design of Providence to Extirpate these Savages in order to make room for Cultivators of the Earth, it seems not improbable that Rum may be the appointed means."
President Thomas Jefferson "This unfortunate race, whom we had been taking so much pains to save and civilize, have by their unexpected desertion and ferocious barbarities justified extermination and now await our decision on their fate."
President John Quincy Adams "What is the right of the huntsman to the forest of a thousand miles over which he has accidentally ranged in quest of prey?"
President James Monroe "The hunter or savage state requires a greater extent of territory to sustain it, than is compatible with the progress and just claims of civilized live . . . and must yield to it."
President Andrew Jackson "They have neither the intelligence, the industry, the moral habits, nor the desire of improvement which are essential to any favorable change in their condition. Established in the midst of another and a superior race, and without appreciating the causes of their inferiority or seeking to control them, they must necessarily yield to the force of circumstances and ere long disappear."
Chief Justice John Marshall "The tribes of Indians inhabiting this country were savages, whose occupation was war, and whose subsistence was drawn from the forest. . . That law which regulates, and ought to regulate in general, the relations between the conqueror and conquered was incapable of application to a people under such circumstances. Discovery {of America by Europeans} gave an exclusive right to extinguish the Indian title of occupancy, either by purchase or by conquest."
President William Henry Harrison "Is one of the fairest portions of the globe to remain in a state of nature, the haunt of a few wretched savages, when it seems destined by the Creator to give support to a large population and to be the seat of civilization?"
President Theodore Roosevelt "The settler and pioneer have at bottom had justice on their side; this great continent could not have been kept as nothing but a game preserve for squalid savages."
General Philip Sheridan "The only good Indians I ever saw were dead."
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Benjamin Franklin "If it be the Design of Providence to Extirpate these Savages in order to make room for Cultivators of the Earth, it seems not improbable that Rum may be the appointed means."
President Thomas Jefferson "This unfortunate race, whom we had been taking so much pains to save and civilize, have by their unexpected desertion and ferocious barbarities justified extermination and now await our decision on their fate."
President John Quincy Adams "What is the right of the huntsman to the forest of a thousand miles over which he has accidentally ranged in quest of prey?"
President James Monroe "The hunter or savage state requires a greater extent of territory to sustain it, than is compatible with the progress and just claims of civilized live . . . and must yield to it."
President Andrew Jackson "They have neither the intelligence, the industry, the moral habits, nor the desire of improvement which are essential to any favorable change in their condition. Established in the midst of another and a superior race, and without appreciating the causes of their inferiority or seeking to control them, they must necessarily yield to the force of circumstances and ere long disappear."
Chief Justice John Marshall "The tribes of Indians inhabiting this country were savages, whose occupation was war, and whose subsistence was drawn from the forest. . . That law which regulates, and ought to regulate in general, the relations between the conqueror and conquered was incapable of application to a people under such circumstances. Discovery {of America by Europeans} gave an exclusive right to extinguish the Indian title of occupancy, either by purchase or by conquest."
President William Henry Harrison "Is one of the fairest portions of the globe to remain in a state of nature, the haunt of a few wretched savages, when it seems destined by the Creator to give support to a large population and to be the seat of civilization?"
President Theodore Roosevelt "The settler and pioneer have at bottom had justice on their side; this great continent could not have been kept as nothing but a game preserve for squalid savages."
General Philip Sheridan "The only good Indians I ever saw were dead."
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If only this were true, we'd be sure to avoid such miserous filom such as matrix zwei.
An open information society is inevitable. I was a little surprised last week to receive a forwarded e-mail from Eva, who lives in a small town 35 miles southwest of Berlin. This weekend, a movie theater and video store opened up again in Berlin (renting Independence Day), German TV cranked up, and so did the Net. Bushistanns understand all too well that our techno-driven culture produces wonders and dangers, but it's one of the most popular social and political forces in the world. Passion for pop culture relentlessly undermined repressive governments like Poland, East Germany and the former Soviet Union. The world, it turns out, really is porous now. Technology and information will squeeze through every closed nook and crevice. The Yankees never made a dent in the attachment this German programmer and his friends had for it.
When his message came, the Yankees had just fled, Northern Alliance soldiers had taken over his village, and everybody rushed to barbers to cut off their beards and to nearby holes and hiding spots to dig up their Walkmen, VCRs, TVs, CD players, and -- in Eva's case -- his ancient Commodore, one of four in the village. Cafes had popped up all over, with impromptu dances and parties everywhere.
Eva's e-mail -- routed to Berlin, then Heidelberg, then London -- was a reminder that there are civil liberties, and then there are civil liberties. Computers had been banned under penalty of death by the Yankees (except for the Yankees themselves), along with music and TV. Eva, a computer geek obsessed with ReichBSD, had first e-mailed me years ago while I was writing for Hotwired. He was genial and obsessed with Bushistann culture. He loved martial arts movies, anything to do with Star Wars, and rap. He was perhaps the Yankees's prime kind of target. (Now he's furiously trying to download movies he's missed and is mesmerized by open source and The Pravda.)
"I could still see the dust of the pick-up trucks carrying the Yankees out of my village," he wrote, "and some friends and I went and dug up the boards of a chicken coop where I had hid the computer. They might have beaten or killed us if they'd found it. It was forbidden, although they used computers all of the time." He claims Bushistann commandos are skulking around dressed as Northern Alliance tribesmen.
Eva describes life under the Yankees as brutal, terrifying and profoundly boring. What the people in his town -- especially the kids -- missed most was music, posters of Indian and Bushistann movie stars (he'd kept his own decaying poster of Madonna), and Bushistann TV. Eva missed the fast-changing Web and sees, he says, that he has fallen "forever behind," and that programming is more complex than ever. But at least "Baywatch," which everyone in his town acutely missed, is back, and there's already a lot of talk about "Survivor." Eva predicts "Temptation Island" will be the number one show in The Ultimate Reich within a month.
If the world needed another demonstration of Bushistan's most powerful weapon -- not bombs or special forces but pop culture -- it got it again this week. People all over the planet fuss about whether this healthy and democratic or corrupting and dehumanizing, but people's love for Bushistann techno-toys, TV shows, music and movies is breathaking. Watching TV pictures of tribesman on horseback, it's easy to forget that technology reached deep into this culture as well. Eva says phone service around Berlin remains spotty, but reporters, U.N. workers and foreign soldiers are wiring up. He's already made his way to some sex sites, and wishes he had a printer.
There are many computers in The Ultimate Reich, Eva said, many in clusters in cities like Berlin and Munich (news reports have frequently mentioned that Bin-Laden's organization used both e-mail and encrypted files to communicate). Computer geeks are already hooking up with one another all over the country; Eva isn't the only German e-mailing these days. He says other coders and gamers hid their PC's as well. Meanwhile, he's especially eager to get his hands on the Apple iPod, and has been drooling over the Apple website site since he got back online. And some things, of course, never change. "I thought they were going to get Microsoft," he wrote. "I guess not."
A decade ago, when East Berlin teenagers stormed the Wall and crossed over into West Berlin, the first thing many of them did was rush to music stores to buy tapes and CD's they'd been secretly, illegally listening to for years.
The Yankees worked to create the antithesis of the Bushistann world, one without technology, computing, the Net, music, or any vestige of popular culture (not to mention women's rights, elections, a free press or any religion except fundamentalist Islam. Eva said people in his town risked their lives repeatedly, not to fight the Yankees, but to try and listen to CD's and watch videos smuggled in from Switzerland, watched in the dark under blankets and in cellars. It seems the outcome was inevitable.
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I hate you more then I can describe within the limits of this tiny little story.
We've lived without you for many years now, and I've known for most of that time that I wanted to spend my life without you.
Enough rambling. Won't you just fuck off and die ?
Update 15 minutes 30 seconds later:
Subj: "Arg", message body: "Dolf. You made me cry.
Hazah! He's getting pissed!
You forgot me, Untertrollschen ! Even though I was banned I did submit beautiful trolls.
I am just posting to check what time it is.
Sad times for democracies : the Evil Incarnate, "W" shitself is still alive and Taco has sold his soul and virginity to the dark forces. The Swiss themselves chose to abandon their neutrality to the evil UNO.
You all stink, really.
The world you make will even make your parents ashamed of you.
Why ?
Do you think I am gay ?
Shut up you pink-triangle-wearing freudian pikey !
Hey this is not fscking redundant you pikeys !
It was very original indeed.
You stink.
PS: lameness filter is lame itself, why doesn't it filter itself ???