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I didnt bother to see if it was said, but ya, they do. Their clit. But it really isn't all that noticible.

Gay marriage is legal where I am at.

Based on congressional appropriations, it is said that tax payers in america have already put forth over 200,000,000,000 towards the war or terror. Ya, thats 11 zeroes.

To gives some light on the subject, that amount would fully fund all anit-world hunger efforts for 8 years. Or to relate to us a little better it would have put nearly 10 million people through 4-year university scholarhsips.

At 10/18/05 12:34 AM, FBIpolux wrote: I'm lucky to live in Canada :)

Not really.

The two holes in the ozon are northern north america and australia. Studies say that australia will have the highest cancer rate, then our area, within the next 100 years aso by a long shot... that if the ozone holes are in fact increases and size and not shrinking. So far the patterns arn't concise enough to prove either way.

Quick fact: global warming is not because of the ozone, but because of 'greenhouse gasses' creating a thermal blanket in our system that sustains heat from releasing into the outer space.

Sometimes you need to consider the future. China might be a relationship worth building.

At 10/20/05 10:41 PM, MALforPresident wrote: when i want mature discussion i go to the politics regulars lounge. its like an inteligent general forum.

I am not much for politics, so i never really checked it out. Is there any religious, philisophical discussions there?

but frankly, i'm not here to make things better i'm here to have fun, i laugh at the corny jokes i partake in them. i dont sit on the sideline and think "hey, that made no sense, it is therefore stupid and i shall not partake in such stupidity" thats like being an anal know it all bastard. no, i enjoy bringing myself down to a lower level of maturity.

Oh, I agree. If you did in fact read my post, I made some immature remarks and jokes as well. The act of immaturity is fun, and I parttake in it at times... more in real life than NG though. The point is that a lot of the time it isn't even just immaturity, it is just spam. And spam is crap that ppl have to scrounge through to find anything useful.

it could be because maybe i'm not very mature in many aspects, and its served me quite well, i can connect with the kids in my ski and snowboard lessons and at the summer camp i work at. and at the same time, make sure i'm always having fun with friends.

That in itself is talent, no immaturity. Having fun is just that. And connecting with kids is something special... joking around with them. Its more or less finding roots. I think some ppl misinterpret the word "immature"...

Think of it more like: you know cigarettes will fuck you up, but you do it anyway... even without being coerced or froced. Or like, you have a set of responcibilities, all veyr important to your well-being, but you neglect them all in an effect to 'rebel'... particularily for no purpose. Immaturity is simply not having grown mentally... whereas most people have grown mentally and choose to act otherwise, which is acting immature. I'm speaking in circles arn't I?

If you get the jist, then you will know what I mean, but the purpose is that my whole splurge wasn't so much about immaturity, but lack of thought. I know I for one am sick of blog-like posts.

At 10/20/05 09:09 PM, XwaynecoltX wrote: Nice poems Myst,

Thanks.

and also nice thread on the bbs in general i posted in it, but im afraid that the bbs will always have its cheesy jokes, and such, there is just not enough mature users that are willing to make it a better place and that should also go for mods, but i understand what your saying....

Ya, it seemed some ppl got it and some ppl didn't. Some pople didnt realize the comparison, and others thought that just because I filled in some stereotypes and humour, that the whole thing was a joke in itself. That right there proves the somewhat lack of intelligence on the BBS... but i know it will never change, it was just my approach at confronting the issue creatively.

Well, I am glad some people got it. I read some great commentary on my little splurge

It seems more ppl have taken it as a joke than anything (or just didnt read it, or didnt get it), I may have added some humouress things, but that was just an approach. I was serious about the stereotypes of new users (as I once was one), and the lack of intelligence on NG.

A couple poems:

Night Beckons

The canopy of speeding lights, though stifle of the night,
reduce the angst of curiosity, and deem realities’ plight.
The seconds pass as starry-count, contrary to the tiny fingers,
driving potent reason, even in the lack of life, as it lingers --
the first moon hinges, intervals not aside, by means of start.
In recent aft, a large clutter, though evoked pleasant, there depart.
Above, like victim, the role is played, and then grows dreary,
for mind and interest, a better source, is a habitant of the weary.

A peddler’s goal, fade of light, as well awareness – heightened,
but nary a noise of prudence, though certainty is frightened,
for brief is cycle, despite extended travel, then passing is cower --
gentle ideas, and common things, and showers grow the flower.
In respite of daily custom, though sure is task, journey ends,
and caretaker, sibling, lover, son, lifts his closest friend
to lay upon the resting ground, and stand, the door nearby
before ceasing final light, and parting comfort wry.

The Distant Lily

PART I

The swelling pasture thickens and greens
Each fragile leaf a sweeping serene
The single tree in the field so wide
A dome of jade both weeping and cried
And in its emerald moment a brushing wind
There blows all the souls of those who sinned

Just past the field lies a garden of blue
Where the horizon and garden are one and imbued
The azure vegetation seems solemn and calm
Though the cerulean shrub seems just as aplomb
And as the light shifts from east to west
All turns navy passing day’s test

The blue stream soon broadens to a purple river
And the violet ripples continue to quiver
With each impeding rock clearly below
The innate, murky amethyst appears to glow
The sky is mauve, and the clouds a surreal design
The river widens and grows a deeper wine

And though the connecting lake is a potent red
The center’s crimson drop can be seen in the spread
The ruby waters wave and roll
As life in the lake grows and extols
The light from the sky echoes its splendor
And it quiets and calms, expressing the tender

An orange forest surrounds the red lake
Like early dawn, it seems to awake
The weaving paths throughout the burn
Travel and grow without a concern
And the tranquil ginger ground
Carries travelers without a sound

Past the forest is the yellow field
Where the sooner is the beauty revealed
Through the golden meadow is the distant walk
The butter birds all scatter in a flock
And travel on with a mindful of thought
As just over that hill lies that which is sought

And at the rainbows end
Is a nascent lily instead
And the green grass begins to play
As the blue sky continues to sway
And the purple waters begin to flow
As the red plants continue to grow
And the first orange leaf begins to fall
As the yellow sun continues to stall

A couple poems:

Night Beckons

The canopy of speeding lights, though stifle of the night,
reduce the angst of curiosity, and deem realities’ plight.
The seconds pass as starry-count, contrary to the tiny fingers,
driving potent reason, even in the lack of life, as it lingers --
the first moon hinges, intervals not aside, by means of start.
In recent aft, a large clutter, though evoked pleasant, there depart.
Above, like victim, the role is played, and then grows dreary,
for mind and interest, a better source, is a habitant of the weary.

A peddler’s goal, fade of light, as well awareness – heightened,
but nary a noise of prudence, though certainty is frightened,
for brief is cycle, despite extended travel, then passing is cower --
gentle ideas, and common things, and showers grow the flower.
In respite of daily custom, though sure is task, journey ends,
and caretaker, sibling, lover, son, lifts his closest friend
to lay upon the resting ground, and stand, the door nearby
before ceasing final light, and parting comfort wry.

The Distant Lily

PART I

The swelling pasture thickens and greens
Each fragile leaf a sweeping serene
The single tree in the field so wide
A dome of jade both weeping and cried
And in its emerald moment a brushing wind
There blows all the souls of those who sinned

Just past the field lies a garden of blue
Where the horizon and garden are one and imbued
The azure vegetation seems solemn and calm
Though the cerulean shrub seems just as aplomb
And as the light shifts from east to west
All turns navy passing day’s test

The blue stream soon broadens to a purple river
And the violet ripples continue to quiver
With each impeding rock clearly below
The innate, murky amethyst appears to glow
The sky is mauve, and the clouds a surreal design
The river widens and grows a deeper wine

And though the connecting lake is a potent red
The center’s crimson drop can be seen in the spread
The ruby waters wave and roll
As life in the lake grows and extols
The light from the sky echoes its splendor
And it quiets and calms, expressing the tender

An orange forest surrounds the red lake
Like early dawn, it seems to awake
The weaving paths throughout the burn
Travel and grow without a concern
And the tranquil ginger ground
Carries travelers without a sound

Past the forest is the yellow field
Where the sooner is the beauty revealed
Through the golden meadow is the distant walk
The butter birds all scatter in a flock
And travel on with a mindful of thought
As just over that hill lies that which is sought

And at the rainbows end
Is a nascent lily instead
And the green grass begins to play
As the blue sky continues to sway
And the purple waters begin to flow
As the red plants continue to grow
And the first orange leaf begins to fall
As the yellow sun continues to stall

At 10/20/05 08:29 PM, Run_MTB wrote: Hmm how stuck up the anal cavity are you?

Want to know first hand?

Say all you want about being superior, but we all know its not true.

I think you take the internet too seriously. Capiche.

At 10/20/05 08:28 PM, gumOnShoe wrote: That was a long read.

And its only half the speech.

Blog like... could you expand on that a little bit. I'm not sure what you are insinuating by that. Are you directing our attention towards content or structure, or a mix of both.

Oh, content... No on cares about your life(not meaning you persay, but posters)... unless its actually interesting... like, are you Crazy Tom Cruise?

I certainly hope you don't get assasinated. We need more members like you.

Haha, thanks. : )

At 10/20/05 08:30 PM, Nintendofann11 wrote: Don't forget the mods who abuse their power.

Let em, they are mods for a reason. They arn't half as bad as Bush...

At 10/20/05 08:27 PM, Ken_Korrupt wrote: lol. I guess I'll just have to try harder to impress the self righteous & the sexy.

Haha. : )

Self-righteous, eh? Maybe I should get into religious politics... or, er... heh...

At 10/20/05 08:26 PM, -VeinsOnFire- wrote: I got it firsthand.

True... just some ppl are dense.

Curses, my grammatical prowess did nothing to elevate me from "decent" status, i guess a baseball bat does command more respect than a boxing glove.

Haha... its all about the sign up date ; )

A couple poems:

Night Beckons

The canopy of speeding lights, though stifle of the night,
reduce the angst of curiosity, and deem realities’ plight.
The seconds pass as starry-count, contrary to the tiny fingers,
driving potent reason, even in the lack of life, as it lingers --
the first moon hinges, intervals not aside, by means of start.
In recent aft, a large clutter, though evoked pleasant, there depart.
Above, like victim, the role is played, and then grows dreary,
for mind and interest, a better source, is a habitant of the weary.

A peddler’s goal, fade of light, as well awareness – heightened,
but nary a noise of prudence, though certainty is frightened,
for brief is cycle, despite extended travel, then passing is cower --
gentle ideas, and common things, and showers grow the flower.
In respite of daily custom, though sure is task, journey ends,
and caretaker, sibling, lover, son, lifts his closest friend
to lay upon the resting ground, and stand, the door nearby
before ceasing final light, and parting comfort wry.

The Distant Lily

PART I

The swelling pasture thickens and greens
Each fragile leaf a sweeping serene
The single tree in the field so wide
A dome of jade both weeping and cried
And in its emerald moment a brushing wind
There blows all the souls of those who sinned

Just past the field lies a garden of blue
Where the horizon and garden are one and imbued
The azure vegetation seems solemn and calm
Though the cerulean shrub seems just as aplomb
And as the light shifts from east to west
All turns navy passing day’s test

The blue stream soon broadens to a purple river
And the violet ripples continue to quiver
With each impeding rock clearly below
The innate, murky amethyst appears to glow
The sky is mauve, and the clouds a surreal design
The river widens and grows a deeper wine

And though the connecting lake is a potent red
The center’s crimson drop can be seen in the spread
The ruby waters wave and roll
As life in the lake grows and extols
The light from the sky echoes its splendor
And it quiets and calms, expressing the tender

An orange forest surrounds the red lake
Like early dawn, it seems to awake
The weaving paths throughout the burn
Travel and grow without a concern
And the tranquil ginger ground
Carries travelers without a sound

Past the forest is the yellow field
Where the sooner is the beauty revealed
Through the golden meadow is the distant walk
The butter birds all scatter in a flock
And travel on with a mindful of thought
As just over that hill lies that which is sought

And at the rainbows end
Is a nascent lily instead
And the green grass begins to play
As the blue sky continues to sway
And the purple waters begin to flow
As the red plants continue to grow
And the first orange leaf begins to fall
As the yellow sun continues to stall

At 10/20/05 07:38 PM, 1 wrote: I'd like to become a member now.

Welcome to the guild.

At 10/20/05 08:03 PM, gumOnShoe wrote: Our Colab

Cool.

At 10/20/05 08:14 PM, FBIpolux wrote: Someone if fucking stupid, I guess.

Thats rediculous.

A moderator deleted the thread. I'm waiting on Sanjay for more information.

You can always post what you have so far and continue from there - after you find out from sanjay that is.

At 10/20/05 08:04 PM, -Rule- wrote: I think by race, he means levels.

Finally... someone gets it.

Why do ppl complain about titles anyway? I should have made it... " I HATE you"... : )

At 10/20/05 08:05 PM, -VeinsOnFire- wrote: Just a thougt, do you consider yourself to be superior to me?

Even though you are a level 10, and a decent poster... yep, because i am superior over all, except earfetish's sexyness.

At 10/20/05 08:18 PM, adamsaysmoesgay wrote: actually, you can kill a person with a punch, if punched in the right spot and hard enough.

More than one spot... plus, knocking them out = potential coma = potential death... oy... a la vin deisel, heh... mafia movies. But I didnt actually mean kill her anyway.

At 10/20/05 06:01 PM, Miles_ wrote: yes becuase you are soooooo strong that you'd kill someone with your punch.

Well, you're stupid... and obviously missed the point. Meh, it won't change your life. : )

At 10/20/05 07:58 PM, RedCircle wrote: His name is Rocket.

Is it wierd that I like it?

I could use a rocket ; )

At 10/20/05 07:54 PM, -Ubermensch- wrote: I don't see where RACE fits into this. Classist discrimination, perhaps.

... you try to hard.

At 10/20/05 07:54 PM, stick0 wrote: Can I get a summary of this post?

Don't hate... even though its just.

At 10/20/05 07:54 PM, Ken_Korrupt wrote: But myst was saying we arent all equal... but have equal rights?

We arn't, because I am better than you, but I will treat you with the respect you deserve if you make better posts.

At 10/20/05 07:57 PM, -VeinsOnFire- wrote: Yes.

As you should.

At 10/20/05 07:53 PM, Earfetish wrote: Negrounds.

Anyway Luther King was smart as fuck and his basic principles of equality should be applied everywhere.

Let us live that dream togethor.

I am better than you, and Earfetish is sexier.

At 10/20/05 07:51 PM, Mr_Artist wrote: Oh, and nice jumping into the "I have a Dream" speech.

No jumping, it is what it is.

Charles Manson... the only serial killer that faces life in prison, yet never actually killed anyone.

Manson believed that by starting a cult, and manipulating his followers with drugs and mental suggestion he would get them to think he was the next messiah, and force them into doing anything he said, he was right.
One night in the Hollywood hills, Manson set out his minions to attack the home of the head of a record label that rejected his work years back. That night they murdered 5 people one of which was Sharon Tate who was also eight months pregnant at the time. Shooting and stabbing their victims repeatedly and smearing the words "Die Pig Die", and "Helter Skelter" over the walls.

Manson thought that by doing these killings that it would start a race war between blacks and whites. He also believed that the Beatles wrote many of their songs for and about him.

kill count: 5

Five years ago, a great Newgrounder, in whose symbolic shadow we stand took the BBS to a higher level. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to thousands of Newgrounders who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice, and lack of good General content. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of boredom. But years later, we must face the tragic fact that the General section is still a problem we all face daily.

Years later, the general section is still a means of angsty blog-posting. Years later, the newcomers continue to post content that truly, truly isn’t funny. Years later, level nines continue to think they deserve a place of respect even though the posts are even more boring that watching George W. Bush struggle to make up words (or use words that he has not fucking idea means) during a speech. Not I, I know my place. And still, the BBS is suppressed.

All Newgrounders should be treated equal, but the fact is… they aren’t equal. I am better than you, and Earfetish is sexier. Newgrounders are guaranteed the inalienable rights of posting, voting, and reviewing, but you do not deserve it. It is obvious today that Newgrounds has defaulted on this promissory note insofar as its frequenters cannot further stand the barrage of irresponsible posts. Instead of honoring the sacred obligation to slap right those in need, Newgrounds has given the frequenters people a bad check which has come back marked "insufficient funds." But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this community.

So we have come to cash this check -- a check that will give us upon demand the riches of valuable posting and the security of not having to skim through post by those who think they are funny – and you aren’t.

Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of crap to the sunlit path of value.

Now is the time to open the doors of opportunity to all of Newground’s children.

Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of blog-posting to the solid rock of Newgroundshood.

It would be fatal for Newgrounds to overlook the urgency of the moment and to underestimate the determination of the frequenter. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our Newgrounds until the bright day of justice emerges. But there is something that I must say to my people who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice. In the process of gaining our rightful place, and authority, we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom of the suppressing posting by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred.

We cannot walk alone. And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall march ahead. We cannot turn back. I am not unmindful that some of you have clicked here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from a level nine thread. Some of you have come from areas of Newgrounds that could be named “perverted”. You have been the veterans of creative suffering.

Go back to Wi/Ht?, Clubs & Crews, go back to Audio, go back to Flash, go back to the slums and ghettos of our General section, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed. Let us not wallow in the valley of despair. I say to you today, my friends, that in spite of the difficulties and frustrations of the moment, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the Newgrounds dream.

I have a dream that one day this site will rise up and live out the true meaning of its purpose.

I have a dream that one day in the General section the level nines, and those below, and the level tens, and those above, will be able to sit down together at a table and not be dulled by one another.

I have a dream that one day those dull, blog-like posts, yes, those blog posts, will be scarce and few and far between. I have a dream that my future children will one day be able to come to the BBS only to find funny posts, intelligent discussion, and all levels getting like – even those level nines who are beneath the rest of us.
I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day the BBS, whose mods lips are presently dripping with the words of interposition and nullification, will be transformed into a situation where newcomers and minors will be able to join hands with little frequenters and the aged and walk together as family in this beautiful community.

I have a dream today.

When we let freedom of crap ring, when we let it ring from every section of the BBS and every section of the portals, from every thread to every submission, we will be able to speed up that day when all of Newground's children, black men and white men – I mean frequenters and newcomers, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics – or whatever is parallel in newgrounds, will be able to join hands and sing along to Numa Numa, or in the words of the old Peter Griffin spiritual, "this house is freakin' sweet! "

At 10/20/05 07:05 PM, Earfetish wrote:

At 10/20/05 07:03 PM, futureskoo wrote: Columbine, anyone?

your fault

OMFG! LMAO! Thats top 10 funniest posts right there. I love it.

At 10/20/05 07:01 PM, Earfetish wrote: Also, y'know when you made that joke and everyone laughed?

And your only semi-friend is only being nice because hes fucking your mother.

Mayonasse...

Because they all suck until level 14+...

Ya, I said it... i LIKE level 14.

I also accidentally killed my only companion... the goldfish.

I was just cleaning the tank, who knew the sink plug would slip.

Um, well, get a blog to start.

Then, don't be a fucking push over and stop being played. Fuck'em both. I feel bad for you, because obviously you have troubles getting girls, but it doesnt mean you have to stick around and be kind to the whore-bag...

My suggestion: become more outgoing and social... and not such a douche.