LAST PERSON TO POST IN THIS THREAD WINS!! game

Cool is right. I win.

 

Are you smoking this shit so's to escape from reality? Me, I don't need this shit. I am reality. There's the way it ought to be, and there's the way it is. Phatboy was full of shit. Phatboy was a crusader. Now, I got no fight... with any man who does what he's told. But when he don't, the winning breaks down. And when the winning breaks down, we break down. And I ain't gonna allow that... in any of you. Not one.

 

Four score and seven weeks ago (give or take) our fathers brought forth on this continent, a new thread, conceived in Liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal.

Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that thread, or any thread so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battle-field of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field, as a final resting place for those who here gave their lives that that thread might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this.

But, in a larger sense, we can not dedicate -- we can not consecrate -- we can not hallow -- this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it, far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here. It is for us the living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us -- that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion -- that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain -- that this thread, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom -- and that posting of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.

 

Hahahahaha!

Who's Nuno Bettencourt?

 

Tsk! Your ex-boyfriend of course, dummy! :roll:



Find out more here.

 

we observe today not a victory of party, but a celebration of freedom—symbolizing an end, as well as a beginning—signifying renewal, as well as change. For I have sworn before you and Almighty God the same solemn oath our forebears prescribed nearly a century and three quarters ago. That I will win this thread.

The world is very different now. For man holds in his mortal hands the power to abolish all forms of human poverty and all forms of human life. And yet the same revolutionary beliefs for which our forebears fought are still at issue around the globe—the belief that the rights of man come not from the generosity of the state, but from the hand of God.

We dare not forget today that we are the heirs of that first revolution. Let the word go forth from this time and place, to friend and foe alike, that the torch has been passed to a new generation of Posters—born in this century, tempered by war, disciplined by a hard and bitter peace, proud of our ancient heritage—and unwilling to witness or permit the slow undoing of those posting rights to which this fFourm has always been committed, and to which we are committed today at home and around the world.

Let every fourm know, whether it wishes us well or ill, that we shall pay any price, bear any burden, meet any hardship, support any friend, oppose any foe, in order to assure the survival and the success of this thread.

This much we pledge—and more.

To those old allies whose cultural and spiritual origins we share, we pledge the loyalty of faithful friends. United, there is little we cannot do in a host of cooperative ventures. Divided, there is little we can do—for we dare not meet a powerful challenge at odds and split asunder.

To those new Forums whom we welcome to the ranks of the free, we pledge our word that one form of colonial control shall not have passed away merely to be replaced by a far more iron tyranny. We shall not always expect to find them supporting our view. But we shall always hope to find them strongly supporting their own freedom—and to remember that, in the past, those who foolishly sought power by riding the back of the tiger ended up inside.

To those peoples in the Basments and suberbs across the globe struggling to break the bonds of mass misery, we pledge our best efforts to help them help themselves, for whatever period is required—not because the Moderators may be doing it, not because we seek their votes, but because it is right. If a free fourm cannot help the many who are poor, it cannot save the few who are rich.

To our sister forums south of our border, we offer a special pledge—to convert our good words into good deeds—in a new alliance for progress—to assist free men and free governments in casting off the chains of bad posting. But this peaceful revolution of hope cannot become the prey of hostile powers. Let all our neighbors know that we shall join with them to oppose aggression or subversion anywhere in the Internet. And let every other power know that this Web Fourm intends to remain the master of its own house.

To that world assembly of sovereign fourms, the United Websites, our last best hope in an age where the instruments of war have far outpaced the instruments of peace, we renew our pledge of support—to prevent it from becoming merely a forum for invective—to strengthen its shield of the new and the weak—and to enlarge the area in which its writ may run.

Finally, to those fourms who would make themselves our adversary, we offer not a pledge but a request: that both sides begin anew the quest for peace, before the dark powers of destruction unleashed by science engulf all humanity in planned or accidental self-destruction.

We dare not tempt them with weakness. For only when our arms are sufficient beyond doubt can we be certain beyond doubt that they will never be employed.

But neither can two great and powerful groups of forums take comfort from our present course—both sides overburdened by the cost of modern posting, both rightly alarmed by the steady spread of the deadly atom, yet both racing to alter that uncertain balance of bad posting that stays the hand of mankind's final war.

So let us begin anew—remembering on both sides that civility is not a sign of weakness, and sincerity is always subject to proof. Let us never negotiate out of fear. But let us never fear to negotiate.

Let both sides explore what problems unite us instead of belaboring those problems which divide us.

Let both sides, for the first time, formulate serious and precise proposals for the inspection and control of arms—and bring the absolute power to destroy other fourms under the absolute control of all websites.

Let both sides seek to invoke the wonders of science instead of its terrors. Together let us explore the stars, conquer the deserts, eradicate disease, tap the ocean depths, and encourage the arts and commerce.

Let both sides unite to heed in all corners of the earth the command of Isaiah—to "undo the heavy burdens ... and to let the oppressed go free."

And if a beachhead of cooperation may push back the jungle of suspicion, let both sides join in creating a new endeavor, not a new balance of power, but a new world of law, where the strong are just and the weak secure and the peace preserved.

All this will not be finished in the first 100 days. Nor will it be finished in the first 1,000 days, nor in the life of this poster, nor even perhaps in our lifetime on this planet. But let us begin.

In your hands, my fellow posters, more than in mine, will rest the final success or failure of our thread. Since this thread was founded, each generation of Fuglites has been summoned to give testimony to its fourm loyalty. The graves of young Fuglites who answered the call to service surround the globe.

Now the trumpet summons us again—not as a call to bear arms, though arms we need; not as a call to battle, though embattled we are—but a call to bear the burden of a long twilight struggle, year in and year out, "rejoicing in hope, patient in tribulation"—a struggle against the common enemies of man: tyranny, poverty, disease, and bad posting itself.

Can we forge against these enemies a grand and global alliance, North and South, East and West, that can assure a more fruitful life for all Fuglites? Will you join in that historic effort?

In the long history of the world, only a few generations have been granted the role of defending freedom in its hour of maximum danger. I do not shrink from this responsibility—I welcome it. I do not believe that any of us would exchange places with any other people or any other generation. The energy, the faith, the devotion which we bring to this endeavor will light our boards and all who serve it—and the glow from that fire can truly light the world.

And so, my fellow Fuglites: ask not what this thread can do for you—ask what you can do for this thread.

My fellow Fuglites of the world: ask not what Fugly will do for you, but what together we can do for the freedom of James Brown.

Finally, whether you are citizens of Fugly or citizens of another fourm, ask of us the same high standards of strength and sacrifice which we ask of you. With a good conscience our only sure reward, with history the final judge of this thread, let us go forth to lead the thrad we love, asking His blessing and His help, but knowing that here on earth God's work must truly be our own.

 

I have, myself, full confidence that if all do their duty, if nothing is neglected, and if the best arrangements are made, as they are being made, we shall prove ourselves once again able to defend our Internet home, to ride out the storm of war, and to outlive the menace of tyranny, if necessary for years, if necessary alone.

At any rate, that is what we are going to try to do. That is the resolve of FuglyForums – every man of them. That is the will of Dwaine and the rest.

The American Fuglyites and the non-American Fuglyites, linked together in their cause and in their need, will defend to the death their native cyberspace, aiding each other like good comrades to the utmost of their strength.

Even though large tracts of MySpace and many old and famous sites have fallen or may fall into the grip of the Corporations and all the odious apparatus of capitalist rule, we shall not flag or fail.

We shall go on to the end, we shall fight in Cold Sober, we shall fight in Barry's Nuts and I Failed Film School, we shall fight with growing confidence and growing strength in the air, we shall defend our Forum, whatever the cost may be, we shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight on the landing grounds, we shall fight in the fields and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills; we shall never surrender, and even if, which I do not for a moment believe, this Forum or a large part of it were subjugated and starving, then our supporters beyond cyberspace, armed and guarded by ... ah fuck it, I can't be bothered.

I win.

 

Oh Chessy, could you be anymore maudlin?

[/i]LMAO

 

Yes. Yes I could. :cry:

 

Damn . .thats a whole lot of text I cant be bothered to read... nice try though Grimey. .

 

There can be only one.

 

Me

 

There can be only one.

 

me

 

There can be only one.

 

me

 

There can be only one.

 

me

 

Im not reading all that fuck no.

 

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