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  1. Reminds me of something Willy Sutton said when they asked him why he robbed banks. "They keep money in them, don't they?"
  2. On a lighter note, speaking of horses: This one has been known to knock back a steiner or two or several ... Casey
  3. end3, look at my signature line. If that's you, do some thinking. I'll quote it again, "Beer makes a man feel the way he ought to feel without beer!" At first glance it may seem like a flippant remark by the great Australian writer and poet, but it's actually a very profound statement, especially if you should happen to be, as he was, an habitual drunkard. What he meant by it was simply this: If he didn't get enough beer or other alcohol per day to satisfy his craving for it, he would suffer at least "the shakes," at worst delirium tremens or in plain English, "the horrors." You don't have to go that far to see his point, however. If you too feel that way, chances are that you are addicted to alcohol. In fact, if you can substitute any other word for "Beer" in the same quote, then it's likely you are addicted to that thing, Here is a letter ol' Henry wrote to The Bulletin, wherein he gives every excuse in the world for drinking and never once mentions his real reason for it: "Dear Bulletin I'm awfully surprised to find myself sober. And, being sober, I take up my pen to write a few lines, hoping they will find you as I am at present. I want to know a few things. In the first place: Why does a man get drunk? There seems to be no excuse for it. I get drunk because I am in trouble, and I get drunk because I've got out of it. I get drunk because I'm sick, or have corns, or the toothache: and I get drunk because I'm feeling well and grand. I get drunk because I was rejected; and I got awfully drunk the night I was accepted. And, mind you, I don't like to get drunk at all, because I don't enjoy it much, and suffer hell afterwards. I'm always far better and happier when I'm sober, and tea tastes better than beer. But I get drunk. I get drunk when I feel that I want a drink, and I get drunk when I don't. I get drunk because I had a row last night and made a fool of myself and it worries me, and when things are fixed up I get drunk to celebrate it. And, mind you, I've got no craving for a drink. I get drunk because I'm frightened about things, and because I don't care a damn. Because I'm hard up and because I'm flush. And, somehow, I seem to have better luck when I'm drunk. I don't think the mystery of drunkenness will ever be explained - until all things are explained, and that will be never. A friend says that we don't drink to feel happier, but to feel less miserable. But I don't feel miserable when I'm straight. Perhaps I'm not perfectly sober right now, after all. I'll go and get a drink, and write again later. Henry Lawson, Letter to the Bulletin (1903)" Again, if that's you, it might be time to start thinking. As we can see, Lawson knew well enough what his problem was, yet did nothing about it, even though he was imprisoned several times as a result of being drunk. The drink killed him in the end, as it probably did the American author and songwriter Stephen Foster. However, if these things don't apply to you, drink up and enjoy it! Casey
  4. Git in line and I'll consider your application! Casey
  5. Racism is basically legalized theft. For example, you have two races in the one community, black and white. Now in each of these there are law abiding citizens who pay their taxes. Part of the revenue so raised is supposed to be spent back into the community as a whole, without fear or favour. That is how emergency services, a certain amount of health care, education and public assets like libraries and sporting facilities are generally funded. However, where there is discrimination, more is spent on the white community than on the black community. That is theft, and those who practise it or condone it are no better than common thieves. White or black supremacists don't like being told these things, but that is what it is, and that is what they are. Where there exists a more vicious and blatant form of it, such as existed in Nazi Germany then it's easier to see it for what it is, outright armed robbery and extortion. However when, so to speak, it's merely petty pilfering such as in the pre Civil Rights era South, it tends to be ignored. Extremist politicians whatever their colour or race, use it to create an underclass whom they can loot to pay for their corrupt polices and pork barrel schemes. It's easier than raising taxes, and a sight more popular, usually. Casey
  6. Islam today is what Christianity used to be, during The Thirty Years War, even down to the conflict between Shi'a and Sunni. Back then, in Christendom, it was Catholicism vs Protestantism. Casey
  7. Of COURSE the damn earth's flat. Well, there's bits of bumps called hills an' there's bigger bumps called mountains and there's V shaped bits called valleys, creeks, and rivers, but it's mostly flat ... Casey
  8. Anyone who would believe Robinson in that video has already lost their mind! Hey Pat, how is it you had to ask your old man to keep you from stopping a Korean bullet? Jebus not powerful enough? Casey
  9. Back in 1986, Robertson announced his bid for the US Presidency. Therewith he claimed to have seen action as a US Marine officer during the Korean War. As it turned out, he had indeed been an officer with the Marines, he had even been in Korea, but NOT as a line officer. By dint of appealing to his father, the US Senator for Virginia, he had himself assigned to a non combatant role, that of Liquor Officer, that is, someone who kept his fellow officers supplied with booze. Well all right, no one would blame him for looking out for himself; many another would have done it too, if they could have. However there are a variety of names applied to those who, after a war, literally walk on the backs of dead men to get some post or other. "Lying bastard!" would be one of the least offensive ... From : "I saw truck-loads of frozen dead line-company Marines. I saw a line company which began with 238 fall to seven, led by a 20-year-old corporal. It was 30 below zero, in a howling wind off the Gobi Desert. This company from the Seventh Marines turned back the charge of a now-battered Chinese battalion. The charge began with the notes of "mess call" by the enemy bugler and ended in silence. There is a person who calls himself a combat Marine. He is not. His name is Pat Robertson. I saw him often in the division headquarters where he was clean-shaven and clothed and showered. He was in charge of making sure that the officers' booze ration was handed out and re-supplied. He was a lieutenant. He was in my battalion. The line company marines I saw smelled badly, looked poorly. For months at a time they were cold, eating C-rations. Trying to stay warm and dry was a constant battle. These line-company men were the combat Marines of the First Marine Division. Neither Pat Robertson nor I could carry their gear. He is trying to get elected by standing on those frozen bodies I saw, by putting himself in the company of those seven Marines who repulsed the enemy. Imagine a person who aspires to be President being so loose with the truth, so lacking in grace and so dishonorable. He says God talks to him. I'd like to hear what God says to him about this." LEO T. CRONIN Former Corporal U.S.M.C. I would suggest good ol' Pat already knows what his God thinks of lying. He must have read it many a time, but that doesn't appear to have discouraged him from the practice. Casey
  10. It is. It's also difficult to believe in any Protestant denomination's version of the myth when they tell you, "But you see, catholics aren't True Christians!" Funny that; we were always told we were the first christians.
  11. Yep. He got hammered on Friday, was still hammered Saturday and arose on Sunday. So what else is new? And if that's gonna get me thrown into Hell, bring it on!
  12. The red pill, eh? I don't remember swallowing one, but I do remember something remarkably like one being rammed down my throat ... It seems a lifetime ago now, but I was once a 13 year old kid in a famous Christian Brothers boarding school where, despite their fame, they counted us like pearls and fed us like swine. They did worse things than these, quite a bit worse, but I'll get to some of those by and by. For now, suffice it to say you had to learn how to handle being scared a lot of the time. You either learned or went under. Two of us who had more guts than the rest though, or at least more style, contrived to get themselves kicked out, deliberately or by accident I know not. They procured a local gal who was "No better than she should have been," and there ensued, or so ran our envious whispers, quite a "Menage a trois." Having pondered it some while, I've concluded that the place wanted us to be moulded into their product, which, so far as I can make out, was a cross between an ardent catholic believer and a sports mad workaholic. To this end they forced us to watch football and other sports teams while cheering them on with idiotic songs, one of which was based on the US Marine Corps Hymn. That was a little taste of the red pill. They had no idea how much this made me detest football, cricket and other sports. Oh for fuck's sake, if they had to parody marching songs, were there not a number of ex Nazi examples they could have used, such as "Unsere Fahne flattert uns voran", or perhaps, "Wenn Alle Untreu Werden?" Or even the Panzer Lied. The first was beloved of the Hitler Youth, the second of the SS, and the last was the song of the German tank arm. Any of these would have better suited their politics or the patriotic bilge they liked to spew forth every now and then. They were also far catchier tunes, if you ask me. Other examples of their hypocrisy were not too difficult to find. One of which was this: They'd have instantly thrown any of us out if they'd found him leafing through a stick book. That's a magazine whose contents are mainly devoted to female pulchritude, or in other words, pics of nekkid wimmen. Why are such mags called stick books? Best you don't ask ... However, to the point. We had no curtains on our showers. Whereas the ladies whose images appear in um, stick books, must be of age, mentally competent, and are paid for their troubles we, who were underage and vulnerable males, could be used to provide a free gawk show for dirty old men, one of whom was what the law would call a sadistic paedophile, who later offed himself when his chickens were about to come home to roost. Good riddance! Oh by the way, he was mysteriously "transferred" when, every so often, his proclivities might have proved embarrassing to the establishment. He wasn't, however, sent anywhere he'd have had no contact with children. Other schools, less prestigious than mine, could have him as their problem. It was a classic case of NIMBY. Not in my backyard! We weren't just a collective free gawk show, we also had other uses, such as literally being used as punching bags and moving targets. For many years I had nightmares about one punching bag incident, which took place within six feet of where I was sitting at the time. I guess shit happens, eh? More noise than the night Grandma caught her tits in the mangle. In case anyone's wondering, the great hero of that night's work wasn't transferred; he was only working off his aggression, wasn't he? All of these things and more sprang from the christian concept of self loathing. One has to hate one's self, so as to become a new creature in Christ, or so say the fuckin' Christers and blue lighters. It's only a theory of mine, but I would think if you can be taught to hate yourself, it's not too difficult to then teach you to hate others, which is a useful thing if one's government should want to train soldiers. Just sayin' ... ONE red pill? There's a whole mouthful of 'em, right there.
  13. One night, as Paddy was staggering home from his local alehouse, he decided to take a shortcut through the cemetery. As he did so, he fell into an open grave which had been dug for a funeral the next day and he passed out. He woke up when the hooter sounded from a factory across the road from the graveyard. On realizing where he was, he got out after a bit of a struggle and is reputed to have said, "Bejasus! The Last Trump and there's no one risen but me? Don't say much for this town!" Casey
  14. US Politics is a weird thing. Andrew Jackson founded the Democratic Party in 1828 and was also responsible for its enduring symbol of the Donkey. He was called a "jackass," but being a shrewd politician, turned the insult into an honour by emphasizing the donkey's patience, long suffering, and hard working qualities. He didn't mention, although he could have, that a donkey has a way of kicking someone into the middle of next week if they don't keep an eye on the animal. At that time the Democrats were a party which was in favour of business, farmers, agrarian policies, and Manifest Destiny. It also, as time went on, took up slavery, Secession, Confederacy, and Civil War as policies. In short, it was a conservative party when it started, and a party of small government. The Republican Elephant comes from the folk saying, "To see the elephant." To explain that, you have to imagine growing up in some perishing village in antebellum rural America. If and when a circus came to town, that was a big day for the kids, because they got "To see the elephant," as most circuses kept at least one such pachyderm. When the Civil War started, because most of the soldiers, Union or Confederate, had grown up in just such perishing rural villages, they adapted the phrase to mean seeing battle for the first time. The celebrated cartoonist Thomas Nast depicted the two emblems in various cartoons in 1872 and, thanks to him, they became established symbols by 1880. By this time, because the North had won the Civil War, they became the party of big, expansionist government, with the Democrats remaining what they had been. However by and by this changed: (from Which might explain why it doesn't really matter which party you vote for ... Casey
  15. Doesn't worry me, but there is supposedly an angel who looks after drunks and fools. As I happen to qualify on both counts, if he left his job, that would worry me! Casey