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'In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer' - Albert Camus
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I guess it all started for me sometime around Christmas 1967 and now, goodness me, it's.........2018 and over fifty years later.
No one ever listens to me. I might as well be a Leonard Cohen record.
Neil from The Young Ones
No one ever listens to me. I might as well be a Leonard Cohen record.
Neil from The Young Ones
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well, you'll be happy to note that the word 'naive' does not appear in the psychological profile i diligently compiled after studying a random selection of messages authored by yourself. apart from that, should you wish to elevate your social standing, it might be wise to refrain from employing unnecessary profanities - as that tends to indicate a lower class individual. if i may be so bold, and if you have a free moment at your disposal, may i suggest you open your bible at job 15.6: 'your own mouth condemns you!'Boss wrote:Geoffrey, do you really think I'm so f****** naive?
the best friend you'll ever have -
geoffrey
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'In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer' - Albert Camus
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i applaud your attempt to broaden an impoverished vocabulary, adam, but 'hyperbole' means imaginative exaggeration of something anchored in the truth. would you like a second attempt?Boss wrote:Fucken hyperbole...
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'In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer' - Albert Camus
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'In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer' - Albert Camus
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wild guess, and to get this column back on track: because he lived next door to a nymphomaniac who owned a pub, and the 11th brother was teetotal and queer? close?Boss wrote:Why were 10 of Joseph's 11 brothers jealous of him?
anyways, possum, as you have been a good sport i'm gonna let you see my messiah sketch before i coloured it.
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'In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer' - Albert Camus
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hello 'boss', thank you for complimenting my work, and for so openly sharing your thoughts on other matters. yes, i know about hitler's attempts at art. most people paint a picture or two during their lifetimes, and the value is often dictated by the signature - unfortunately. as a non-political person, i have difficulty in having a strong opinion about the world's conflicts. there seems to always be a problem somewhere or other, and i believe it's best for someone as ignorant as myself to let those with a greater knowledge try to sort things out. however, i do know a little about leonard cohen, and find your remarks unkind. without going into specifics, i can assure you that he has done nothing to warrant anybody's repulsion.Boss wrote:Benjamin wasn't queer. You are a good artist. Do you know Adolf Hitler painted? The world still has some of his works. Also, chiefly because of a Holocaust survivor, Alice Miller, the world knows that Hitler had atrocious parents. A father who beat the living shit out of him and a mother who stood idly by. I always find it abhorrently interesting that so many members of the Jewish people, especially in the affluent West, can be so exorbitantly greedy. My family take the cake. They worship, still, the golden calf and I am so ashamed. What did they learn? To be more greedy. All through the last 2000 years they were butchered, hounded, killed. And now they live in obscene wealth. Even Cohen is worth approximately $20 million. It is repulsive. Mashiach, who I am, I don't like it, not at all. It is Shabbat tonight. Wealthy Jews who never give to non-Jewish charity, who drive Mercedes Benz, who plan from New York to blow the hell out of Gazans will recite prayer, make apparent overtones to G-d. And G-d will not hear them. They are not Chosen, Geoffrey. They are not. As Mashiach, I can see through their charade. They learnt nothing, they are greedy as sin. Six million murdered, and more through time, and their descendants are only obsessed with the weight of their bank accounts. I am appalled and my opinion really does matter. You will see; and so will they. It is only a matter of time, now. And I cannot wait.
Mashiach
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'In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer' - Albert Camus
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what do you mean, adam? what is repulsive about one dollar?Boss wrote:One dollar is repulsive.
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One dollar is repulsive, Jeff because:
roman Footsteps
If a terrorist threatens your country, it is right for the authorities to intervene. If a country threatens your inalienable rights - your freedom - who will intervene? Initially, who would stop Hitler's Nazis? Who would stop Mao Tse Tung or Stalin? Assad or Putin? Many of us tend to assume our leaders know best. We become blasé and uninvolved. But we do so at our own peril. From my perspective, the men in control of the world are in it for the financial/material edge - they always were. It seems to this wayward man that the Roman Empire was the major catalyst for much of today's inequality, its horror. Indeed much of contemporary society and culture is rooted in Rome's credo - the insatiable and cancerous desire, the hopeless hankering, for wealth. And while they may have 'civilised' the known world, I ask you, "At what cost?" Just who were the Roman subjects paying tax to? And whose gods were they forced to bow to? And whose alphabet (this very essay uses Latin letters) is now known the world over? Rome unleashed herself on everyone everywhere and in everything. The Gregorian Calendar is Roman, the Vatican still emanates from the city of Rome and it just goes on and on. Nation states sprang up but the damage was done. The mindset was infectious. When the king of England sent his boats crammed with convicts and pigs and seeds and rats to New South Wales, wealth was his motive. I wonder if he could fathom he'd be the progenitor of places such as Surfers Paradise with its Jupiter's Casino, its ritzy high rises and its all the fun Chinese money can buy. He certainly knew he was encroaching on Aboriginal territory. But still he raped the land and he raped its people - he thought them subhuman. A treaty was never signed. And every time I reach for a coin I see the queen's head staring back at me. And I am reminded of her family stealing, enslaving and plundering so many innocent souls - killing in the name of god, king and country. Today, royalty is little more than tourist fodder. They've carefully bequeathed their trade to business and government and its intense media domination. Shrewd and deceiving, these men persuade the masses to be in it. Their proficiency knows no end. And like so many before us, we die a little death each time we take part - when we submit. And the machine just rolls on. It takes in more of us, particularly the young. And no one has a say except for a few high ranking politicians or CEO's. And the occasional religious man. And I know you won't care for this Boss drivel. You are too busy in the commerce game - consolidating your life's assets, counting every last cent, learning the trends of oil and gold. And unfortunately, anyone who is not malnourished, has a life expectancy over 75 and has a bed to sleep in falls in to this category (including me). In effect, I am accusing those of us who are puppets to our bank's dead money systems, who amass wealth, and who buy the world - not now for any Roman emperor but for crafty autocrats who have us believe that beauty is in the pocket, in the driveway, in the mirror. And thus, in this world, so many of us live in recurring futile vanity. We inhabit souls bereft of spirituality; that cannot sing, that will not dance. In empty desperation we continue spending money (that is not ours) so our miserable lives will be somehow sated. We continue on doing what Caesar says - 'sit, fetch the ball, go fetch, good boy'. They entice us, they cajole, they lie. And we follow. Individuality is dead, it's been long gone. And as we sink - as our freedom is spent - I pray that love lifts us to an unbeknown place where life is not hindered by selfish, untrue men anymore. Love truly is 'the only engine of survival'. And it shall intervene. O usher in the Covenant, now. Amen.
roman Footsteps
If a terrorist threatens your country, it is right for the authorities to intervene. If a country threatens your inalienable rights - your freedom - who will intervene? Initially, who would stop Hitler's Nazis? Who would stop Mao Tse Tung or Stalin? Assad or Putin? Many of us tend to assume our leaders know best. We become blasé and uninvolved. But we do so at our own peril. From my perspective, the men in control of the world are in it for the financial/material edge - they always were. It seems to this wayward man that the Roman Empire was the major catalyst for much of today's inequality, its horror. Indeed much of contemporary society and culture is rooted in Rome's credo - the insatiable and cancerous desire, the hopeless hankering, for wealth. And while they may have 'civilised' the known world, I ask you, "At what cost?" Just who were the Roman subjects paying tax to? And whose gods were they forced to bow to? And whose alphabet (this very essay uses Latin letters) is now known the world over? Rome unleashed herself on everyone everywhere and in everything. The Gregorian Calendar is Roman, the Vatican still emanates from the city of Rome and it just goes on and on. Nation states sprang up but the damage was done. The mindset was infectious. When the king of England sent his boats crammed with convicts and pigs and seeds and rats to New South Wales, wealth was his motive. I wonder if he could fathom he'd be the progenitor of places such as Surfers Paradise with its Jupiter's Casino, its ritzy high rises and its all the fun Chinese money can buy. He certainly knew he was encroaching on Aboriginal territory. But still he raped the land and he raped its people - he thought them subhuman. A treaty was never signed. And every time I reach for a coin I see the queen's head staring back at me. And I am reminded of her family stealing, enslaving and plundering so many innocent souls - killing in the name of god, king and country. Today, royalty is little more than tourist fodder. They've carefully bequeathed their trade to business and government and its intense media domination. Shrewd and deceiving, these men persuade the masses to be in it. Their proficiency knows no end. And like so many before us, we die a little death each time we take part - when we submit. And the machine just rolls on. It takes in more of us, particularly the young. And no one has a say except for a few high ranking politicians or CEO's. And the occasional religious man. And I know you won't care for this Boss drivel. You are too busy in the commerce game - consolidating your life's assets, counting every last cent, learning the trends of oil and gold. And unfortunately, anyone who is not malnourished, has a life expectancy over 75 and has a bed to sleep in falls in to this category (including me). In effect, I am accusing those of us who are puppets to our bank's dead money systems, who amass wealth, and who buy the world - not now for any Roman emperor but for crafty autocrats who have us believe that beauty is in the pocket, in the driveway, in the mirror. And thus, in this world, so many of us live in recurring futile vanity. We inhabit souls bereft of spirituality; that cannot sing, that will not dance. In empty desperation we continue spending money (that is not ours) so our miserable lives will be somehow sated. We continue on doing what Caesar says - 'sit, fetch the ball, go fetch, good boy'. They entice us, they cajole, they lie. And we follow. Individuality is dead, it's been long gone. And as we sink - as our freedom is spent - I pray that love lifts us to an unbeknown place where life is not hindered by selfish, untrue men anymore. Love truly is 'the only engine of survival'. And it shall intervene. O usher in the Covenant, now. Amen.
'In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer' - Albert Camus
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thank you, adam, for a well-written and informative response. i was hoping, however, for a clarification on how one dollar is repulsive.Boss wrote:In effect, I am accusing those of us who are puppets to our bank's dead money systems, who amass wealth, and who buy the world . . .
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Goodbye you poor man.
'In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer' - Albert Camus