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uh, okay, perhaps i should turn my ancient-aramaic transalator off? didn't think i was being coy, but perhaps i'm wrong? have you had a head injury lately? Somehow I doubt that you and Aramaic are closely associated. people frequently confuse w/ me w/ jeebus, so i'm sure you're mistaken

hey, i've been giving up beer lately, otherwise my flatulence alone would be enough to clear out the valley good luck down there doode! take a buncha pix of the start of snake hike too, eh? i'd like to see that, sans saharan-heat of course.

uh, okay, perhaps i should turn my ancient-aramaic transalator off? didn't think i was being coy, but perhaps i'm wrong? have you had a head injury lately?

While you get bonus points for choosing the Seamus Heaney translation - there's nothing to avenge here. Dr. Houston lived a long rich life that most only aspire to. RIP Doctor. it's my standard posting for deaths - if i might be so poetic, perhaps the best way to avenge the work of the grim reaper, who in this case was relatively merciful, might be to spend a big old day out in the hills? the heaney version s! i've kinda hit a terminal point where i can't memorize past about the 1000th line

why, you got a job for me? hey, dig it baby - 2night i'm on your side! - i can get behind trying to kill our way out of this thing, at least for the next few hours - its pretty fucking clear that the nice-guy route ain't working, and probably never will. it's not like there haven't been decades of attempts to reduce the monopoly the rich have on the levers of power.

i think the point is, no matter your politics or when, if ever, you vote, the rich own the government and its they that call the shots. the odds of ever changing that are infitesimal, but if it makes anybody feel better, maybe we could rebuild the ole'guillotine and throw down, french style for awhile?

nothing like squabbling over who gets to take the helm for the titantic's maiden voyage

typical american political conversation: "i like the puppets on the right!" "well the puppets on the left are my choosing!"

like all words, liberal or conservative mean whatever the hell the person using it thinks it means - it is a living language of course, and the meanings are constantly evolving, within and without us. the meanings are always relative, and typically equate to "good" and "bad" with the "good" one being whatever the speaker self-identifies with, no?

i thought he was a new yorker? From Indiana. Real Hollywood. the most fun i ever had in indiana i had in kentucky

i never got my hopes up, beyond the hope that i wouldn't have a retard incapable of at least making the bullshit he was saying to cover his shit sound vaguely plausible as CIC - at any rate, i voted for a 3rd party in november anyway 'cuz i didn't want to tell my grandkids about how amazing an experience it woulda been otherwise

i thought he was a new yorker?

if i lived in missouri i'd have little else to do w/ my time but come up w/ crazy shit too

your girlfriend buys that? it's not cheating if you're thinking of her...or if you don't come

wait, i was supposed to be looking up to letterman as a paragon of virtue?

quark's?

if only we could figure out a way to hook a fusion reactor up to these fuckers maybe we could get our oxcart out of this energy ditch?

i've found it's pretty easy to be faithful when you're ugly as a mule to begin w/, plus crass and flatulent to boot

holy shit, the trail that leads to half dome in yos is perhaps the most incredible mind-bending example of waht a hell of a lot of folks w/ hammers and pick-axes can render out of stone - like walking in minas tirith i tell ye! WTF are you talking about? It's call dynomite, hombre. Lotsa fucking dynomite. naw, it's not just that its been blasted - each step hand hewn and hand placed for mile after mile - uber-kewl and far more worht the money than simply killing brown people

this is why the crux of my zombie-survival plan has always just been reaching beacon rock

holy shit, the trail that leads to half dome in yos is perhaps the most incredible mind-bending example of waht a hell of a lot of folks w/ hammers and pick-axes can render out of stone - like walking in minas tirith i tell ye!

that movie was the source of my favorite black joke, which i figure i'm pre-approved to tell 'cuz it was told by a black guy: why did the black man wear a business suit to see his urologist? .... he figured if he was gonna be impotent, he wanted to look im'po'tant thanks you wayans bros. as to the governemtn needing to hire folks, hey, the marines are always looking for a few good men! be the first one on your block to come back w/ a confirmed kill!

bill can actually drag his gear, his bolts, and his gun quite a long way if there's a rumor of choss to be had in the greater pdx area - i must also admit that his method of detering meth-heads from fucking w/ his ride while he's away is infinitely superior to my own

turns out, extorting people who really could give a shit ain't such a great idea, eh?

brain size is totally overated - look at kids - tiny brains - but hey, they sure are smart, how many of them are working 80 hour weeks? on the other hand, neadertals had much larger brains than us, and they hung out w/ paulie shore!