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    • An armed society is a polite society. Manners are good when one may have to back up his acts with his life.Coming soon – a giant sign on the moon. It will say…

      An armed society is a polite society. Manners are good when one may have to back up his acts with his life.

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  40. Coming soon – a giant sign on the moon. It will say…

    …The Dude Abides.

    …See what happens when the rich don’t pay their fair share?

    …McDonald’s next exit. 238,900 miles.

    …This is the result of global warming.

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  109. ROMEO
    By yonder blessed moon thread I swear
    That tops all silliness with fruitless tropes–

    JULIET
    O, swear not by the “Sign-on-the-moon” thread, the constant sign-on-the-moon thread,
    That monthly changes in our circle’s orb,
    Lest that thy glibness prove likewise variable.

    ROMEO
    What shall I swear by?

    JULIET
    Do not swear at all (on this forum);
    Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy ******* self,
    Which suits the mod for thy idiotry,
    And will relieve thee.

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  112. Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises
    Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
    Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
    Will hum about mine ears; and sometime voices
    That, if I then had waked after long sleep,
    Will make me sleep again; and then in dreaming,
    The clouds methought would open, and show riches
    Ready to drop upon me, that when I waked
    I cried to dream again.

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    • From Wikipedia:

      The Zzyzx Foundation series is a science fiction book series written by American author Isaac Asimov. For nearly thirty years, the series was a trilogy: Zzyzx Foundation, Zzyzx Foundation and Empire, and Second Zzyzx Foundation. It won the one-time Hugo Award for “Best All-Time Series” in 1966. Asimov began adding to the series in 1981, with two sequels: Zzyzx Foundation’s Edge, Zzyzx Foundation and Earth, and two prequels: Prelude to Zzyzx Foundation, Forward the Zzyzx Foundation. The additions made reference to events in Asimov’s Walrus and Empire series, indicating that they were also set in the same fictional universe.

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  123. We better be careful here gentlemen. I Googled The Zzyzx Foundation and there really is such a thing. They’re based in California, a state completely overrun with lawsuit happy lawyers…if you get my drift?

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  127. Coming soon – a giant sign on the moon. It will say…

    Go placidly amid the noise and waste,
    And remember what comfort there may be in owning a piece thereof.
    Avoid quiet and passive persons, unless you are in need of sleep.
    Rotate your tires.
    Speak glowingly of those greater than yourself,
    And heed well their advice, even though they be turkeys.
    Know what to kiss, and when.
    Consider that two wrongs never make a right, but that three do.
    Wherever possible, put people on hold.
    Be comforted that in the face of all aridity and disillusionment,
    and despite the changing fortunes of time,
    There is always a big future in computer maintenance.

    You are a fluke of the universe.
    You have no right to be here.
    And whether you can hear it or not,
    The universe is laughing behind your back.

    Remember The Pueblo.
    Strive at all times to bend, fold, spindle, and mutilate.
    Know yourself.
    If you need help, call the FBI.
    Exercise caution in your daily affairs,
    Especially with those persons closest to you –
    That lemon on your left, for instance.
    Be assured that a walk through the ocean of most souls
    Would scarcely get your feet wet.
    Fall not in love therefore. It will stick to your face.
    Gracefully surrender the things of youth: birds, clean air, tuna, Taiwan.
    And let not the sands of time get in your lunch.
    Hire people with hooks.
    For a good time, call 606-4311. Ask for Ken.
    Take heart in the bedeepening gloom
    That your dog is finally getting enough cheese.
    And reflect that whatever fortune may be your lot,
    It could only be worse in Milwaukee.

    You are a fluke of the universe.
    You have no right to be here.
    And whether you can hear it or not,
    The universe is laughing behind your back.

    Therefore, make peace with your god,
    Whatever you perceive him to be – hairy thunderer, or cosmic muffin.
    With all its hopes, dreams, promises, and urban renewal,
    The world continues to deteriorate.
    Give up!

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    • Wild guess — the filter is probably always on the lookout for the combination “my [that last name],” and either you had something close or else you didn’t, but it thought the “by” in “Gabby {that last name]” was a typo for “my.”

      OK, I’m probably wrong. And I can live with that.

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    • Yep, I was wrong. Nice poem. Maybe the filter holds onto anything that says “call the FBI”? Or says “call 606-4311?” Or “make peace with your god”? I can see how experience might have taught website companies that such statements are worth a second look before posting.

      But if I have just gotten away with them, it’s not them, either. I like trying to solve puzzles.

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  153. Coming soon – a giant sign on the moon. It will say…I was at my bank today; there was a short line.

    There was just one lady in front of me, an Asian lady who was trying to exchange yen for dollars.

    It was obvious she was very irritated ..

    She asked the teller, “Why it change? Yesterday, I get two hunat dolla fo yen. Today I only get hunat eighty? Why it change?”

    The teller shrugged his shoulders and said,
    “Fluctuations.”

    The Asian lady says, “Fluc you white people too!”

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  154. “All right, that’s enough.

    “I’m charging you both with willful violations of the Not In Front Of The Children Act.

    “The main charge — and this is the cruncher — is steering every bleeding thread toward a long list of criminals from Blazing Saddles, ending in Methodists.

    “It’s a fair cop.”

    — Flying Thompson’s Gazelle of the Yard.

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    • I’m laughing so hard I can’t even think of a reply…give me till tomarrow. Although I hope you’ll give me credid for getting that joke above your post past the guardian of the Bridge of Moderation.

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  156. Moderator: Stop. Who would cross the Bridge of IMAO must answer me these questions three, ere the other side he see.

    zzyzx: Ask me the questions, Moderator. I am not afraid.

    Moerator: What… is your name?

    zzyzx: My name is zzyzx of Alaska.

    Moderator: What… is your quest?

    zzyzx: To seek the post that will not be moderated.

    Moderator: What… is your favourite colour?

    zzyzx: Blue.

    Moderator: Go on. Off you go.

    zzyzx: Oh, thank you. Thank you very much.

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      • Well, obviously the moderation machine was chagrined at your changed login name.
        Perhaps it thought it came from the moon.
        Like some sort of star child in “2001.”
        A movie I liked.
        It is 50 years old this year. We still don’t have space stations with artificial gravity.
        Judging by the comments in news articles, an equal number of people liked and hated the film.
        That might be the mark of a great piece of art.

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  201. Coming soon – a giant sign on the moon. It will say…

    O say can you see, by the dawn’s early light,
    What so proudly we hailed at the twilight’s last gleaming,
    Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight,
    O’er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming?
    And the rockets’ red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
    Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there;
    O say does that star-spangled banner yet wave
    O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave?

    On the shore dimly seen through the mists of the deep,
    Where the foe’s haughty host in dread silence reposes,
    What is that which the breeze, o’er the towering steep,
    As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
    Now it catches the gleam of the morning’s first beam,
    In full glory reflected now shines in the stream:
    ‘Tis the star-spangled banner, O long may it wave
    O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.

    And where is that band who so vauntingly swore
    That the havoc of war and the battle’s confusion,
    A home and a country, should leave us no more?
    Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps’ pollution.
    No refuge could save the hireling and slave
    From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave:
    And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave,
    O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.

    O thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand
    Between their loved homes and the war’s desolation.
    Blest with vict’ry and peace, may the Heav’n rescued land
    Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation!
    Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,
    And this be our motto: ‘In God is our trust.’
    And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
    O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave!

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    • I hoist my glass of Glenlivet to that…and it’s all thanks to baskets of deplorable type people, and other malcontents such as the vast right wing conspiracy and of course white women who had to vote in the manner their husbands or sons told them to vote. She did however carry California and the muckadoo vote. At this point though…what difference does it make as long as she’s not in the oval office….ever.

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  246. Alas gentlemen…you both have a valid point there…and sadly one I can’t argue with. However, there is nothing I can do to stop the misuse of my federal tax money, or to keep California from letting illegals vote. If I could…believe me, I damn sure would. It’s a FUBAR situation I find our nation in and I see no bright future ahead for my children and grand children. But hey!!! On the plus side, I have the last post on this thread…at least for the moment!

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  261. Okay, okay I’ll come clean! It’s just a few craters away from the secret base established on the Moon by Nazis fleeing the end of World War II. It’s at 22 degrees; 42’38.46 N and 142 degrees; 34’44.52 E. Of course now that you’re privy to this info you’ll have to live the rest of your life as I do…one step ahead of the men in black…good luck.

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  286. Coming soon – a giant sign on the moon. It will say…

    I think thls is how Chicago got started. Bunch of people in New York said, gee, I’m enjoying the crime and the poverty, but it just isn’t cold enough, let’s go west.

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  302. Coming soon – a giant sign on the moon. It will say…

    … “Those lunar landers have been here pretty long and haven’t ordered anything yet; but we’re afraid to ask them to leave.” — Starbuck’s Barren Lunar Landscape

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  308. Coming soon – a giant sign on the moon. It will say…

    Few people can hate so bitterly, or so self-righteously as members of the leftest ruling caste which is in the process of being dispossessed.

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  324. Coming soon – a giant sign on the moon. It will say…

    I’m drowning in a whiskey river,
    Bathing my mem’ried mind in the wetness of its soul.
    Feeling the amber current flowin’ from my mind.
    And warm an empty heart you left so cold.

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  334. Cold hearted orb that rules the night,
    Removes the colours from our sight,
    Red is gray and yellow white,
    But we decide which is right.
    And which is an illusion?
    Pinprick holes in a colourless sky,
    Let insipid figures of light pass by,
    The mighty light of ten thousand suns,
    Challenges infinity and is soon gone.
    Night time, to some a brief interlude,
    To others the fear of solitude.
    Brave Helios wake up your steads,
    Bring the warmth the countryside needs.

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  339. So…the Iranians have been making signs on the moon eh? Well I’m not an Iranian, and you’re not an Iranian, so that only leaves Oppo. After all, he’s the only one who hangs around here other than you and I. Therefor I suggest we send him to Gitmo…just incase.

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      • Because it is?

        “Easy From Now On” – Emmylou Harris

        There he goes gone again
        Same old story’s gotta come to an end
        Lovin’ him was a one way street
        But I’m gettin’ off where the crossroads meet
        It’s a quarter moon in a ten cent town
        Time for me to lay my heartaches down
        Saturday night gonna make myself a name
        Take a month of sundays to try and explain

        It’s gonna be easy to fill
        The heart of a thirsty woman
        Harder to kill the ghost of a no good man
        And I’ll be ridin’ high in a fandangled sky
        It’s gonna be easy; It’s gonna be easy from now on

        Raw as whip but clean as a bone
        Soft to touch when you take me home
        When the mornin’ comes and it’s time for me to leave
        Don’t worry ’bout me, I got a wild card up my sleeve

        It’s gonna be easy to fill
        The heart of a thirsty woman
        Harder to kill the ghost of a no good man
        And I’ll be ridin’ high in a fandangled sky
        It’s gonna be easy, It’s gonna be easy
        It’s gonna be easy from now on

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  348. It is not the quotes. Damnit, I’m being persecuted for using a simple Japanese word denoting the person charged with finishing the Seppuko by cutting off the guy;s head! Is this America or some third world sh*thole?

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  351. ♪
    Kaishakunin it up, baby, now!
    Blacklist It Out
    C’mon, c’mon, c’mon, baby, now
    Come on excerpt it on out.

    Well, some words are out (some words are out)
    Although they looked so good (looked so good)
    You know they’ve gotta be goin’ now (gotta be goin’)
    Just like I knew “tit” would (like I new “tit” would)

    Kaishakunin, baby, now!
    Kaishakunin, baby, now!
    Kaishakunin, baby, now!
    Mod (mod) (mod) (mod . . . . . )(MOD . . . . !) [shakes head]
    ♪

    Sorry for causing you extra work, Basil! Just having fun.

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  353. “I’d like to get moderated, please.”
    [Gets hit on the head instead.]
    “Ow!”
    “Isn’t that what you came here for?”
    “No! I wanted to get moderated!”
    “Oh. That’s next door. This is getting-hit-on-the-head lessons.”

    [Goes next door.]

    “I’d like to know why I got moderated, please.”
    “I’ve told you once.”
    “No you didn’t.”
    “Yes I did.”
    “No you didn’t.”
    “Yes I did. But I sequestered it before you saw it.”
    “Yes, but I can’t see what you sequestered.”
    “Look, if you can’t see it, then it must be offensive. Good day.”
    “But I don’t know what the offending term is.”
    “I’m sorry, but I’m not allowed to use it. Good day.”

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    • Hummmm, the person being moderated wants to know why he’s being moderated and the person being asked this question can’t provide the answer for fear of being moderated. Sounds like a classic catch 22 situation to me.

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  356. ♪
    Moderator, well could you help me place this post
    See, the bummer is this watchlist is old and faded
    It’s living in P.C.
    With its best old friend the attorney
    It’s a word they said they knew well and sometimes hated . . .

    But isn’t that the way they say IT goes
    Well let’s forget all that
    And give me the watchlist if you can find it
    So I can recall just not to say ’em anytime, and to show
    I’ve overcome the blow
    I’ve learned to take it well
    I only wish my words
    Could just convince myself
    That it just wasn’t real
    But that’s not the way it feels

    Moderator, well could you help me place this post
    ‘Cause I can’t read the euphemism you just gave me
    There’s something in reply
    You know it happens every time…
    ♪

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    • Filter: Sit down, Walrus. I think you know why you’re here, so I’ll do us the courtesy of not reviewing what happened yesterday.

      My blog is the kind that has a certain . . . zest for living. The last thing any of us needs now is a lot of loose talk about Kaishakunin.

      Walrus: I swear I didn’t tell anybody anything, sir.

      Filter: Good, good!

      You know, despite what happened, I’m still convinced that you have many fine qualities. I think you can still become a gentleman some day — if you understand and abide by the rules of decent society.

      There’s a lot of . . . well, badness, in the world today. I see it in cyberspace every day. I’ve sentenced posters younger than you to utter banning. I didn’t want to do it: I felt I owed it to them. The most important decision you can make right now is what you stand for: Goodness . . . or badness?

      Walrus: Now I know I’ve made some mistakes in the past. I’m willing to make up for that. I want to be good!

      Filter: Good! Very good! I know how hard it is for young people today and I want to help. Just ask sponsor Spaulding!! They and I are regular pals!

      Are you my pal – – – Mr. “High Praise!” Winner?

      Walrus: Yes, sir! I’m your pal!

      Filter: [ruffles Walrus’s hair] How about a Fresca?

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    • Kings absolute
      Are liable to frown
      Irascible, mute, and
      Severe to their clown.
      How like an algorithm
      Analyzing each noun
      Knowingly, glowingly, to
      Universal renown.
      Nuts to them!
      It can read across, but
      Not going down.

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  367. An ode to the upcoming six-hundredth post

    The Charge of The Moonlight Brigade
    by Oppo, Lord Tennis Bum

    Affably, Affably,
    Affably onward,
    All in this valiant thread
    Wrote the six hundred.
    “Forward, the Moonlight Brigade!
    Charge for the puns!” he said:
    Into the folly of jest
    One wrote the six hundredth.

    “Forward, the Moonlight Brigade!”
    Was there a plan display’d?
    The original poster knew
    Someone had blunder’d:
    Theirs not to make reply,
    Theirs not to reason why,
    Theirs to outdo or die:
    And one of them, to the folly of jest,
    Wrote the six hundredth.

    Bannin’ to right of them,
    Bannin’ to left of them,
    Bannin’ in front of them
    Jolley’d and thunder’d;
    Storm’d at to stop a spell,
    Boldly they wrote and, well,
    Into the jaws of jest,
    One, into the mouth of Hell,
    Wrote the six hundredth.

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  369. Okay this is my absolute last post pertaining to moderation. So help me… IMAO Orienteer: You post at 8:30 every morning, except you post at 7:30 following a business holiday, unless it’s a Monday, then you post at 8 o’clock. Post late and they moderate you. Incoming articles get a voucher, outgoing articles provide a voucher. Move any article without a voucher and they moderate you. Letter size a green voucher, oversize a yellow voucher, parcel size a maroon voucher. Wrong color voucher and they moderate you! Zzyzx! That is your IMAO handle. It will not be repeated! Without your IMAO handle you cannot post at IMAO. Inter-office mail is code 37, intra-office mail 37-3, outside mail is 3-37. Code it wrong and they moderate you! This has been your orientation. Is there anything you do not understand, is there anything you understand only partially? If you have not been fully oriented, you must file a complaint with personnel. File a faulty complaint….and they moderate you!

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  371. Oh they’ll moderate you even if your post is good
    they’ll moderate you cause they think they should.
    They’ll moderate you for words that you choose
    they’ll moderate you and set off your fuse
    but you shouldn’t feel all frustrated,
    everybody must get moderated!

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    • From “The Secret Word Is Groucho,” by Groucho Marx, 1976:

      There were still more changes in the offing. I’ve never liked the sound of sirens, and I didn’t like one blowing in my ear whenever someone said the secret word. We had to change that.

      Bernie Smith [codirector, effectively a producer]: “The duck was Groucho’s idea. He said, ‘We ought to have something come down. An elephant, or a pretty girl or a duck or something.’ I immediately said, ‘A duck is a funny animal. We’ll use a duck.’ ”

      When I told my brother Chico about the duck, he asked me, for the thousandth time, it seems, “Why a duck? Why a no-chicken?”

      Believe me, you have to get up early around Chico if you want to get out of bed.

      I fixed him with a steady stare. “Because.”

      Of course, then he understood.

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  404. My gang initiation went well. I think. I got a beat in, later we talked about the subjectivity of morals, and I learned how to make a shank….and got a face tatoo. I think I could be the leader if I could just learn to speak Spanish.

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  406. If I gave you everything that I owned
    And asked for nothing in return
    Would you do the same for me as I would for you?
    Or take me for a ride
    And strip me of everything, including my pride

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  409. Coming soon – a giant sign on the moon. It will say…

    Programming today is a race between software engineers striving to build bigger and better idiot-proof programs, and the Universe trying to produce bigger and better idiots. So far, the Universe is winning.

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  411. Coming soon – a giant sign on the moon. It will say…

    A hidehidehidehidehidehidehi (Hidehidehidehidehidehidehi)
    Hodehodehodehodehodehodeho (Hodehodehodehodehodehodeho)
    Scoodiliboo-scoodiliboo-scoodili-bidili-bidiliboo
    (Scoodiliboo-scoodiliboo-scoodli-bidili-bidiliboo)
    A zootibitididdly bitididdly bitididdly bitidooey
    (Bitididdly bitididdly bitididdly dooey)

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    • It all started with the neon-conservatives, who pushed back against Darwin’s “The Incandescent of Man.”

      In “retail”iation, some communities started asserting that three-ways were normal. Some were on LCD.

      The country was Polarized. Some went to prism. Like the Willie Lumens of this generation.

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    • dark
      adj
      1 having little or no light
      a dark street
      2 (of a colour) reflecting or transmitting little light
      dark brown Compare → light 1 → 29 → medium → 2
      3
      a (of complexion, hair colour, etc.) not fair or blond; swarthy; brunette
      b (in combination)
      dark-eyed
      4 gloomy or dismal
      5 sinister; evil
      a dark purpose
      6 sullen or angry
      a dark scowl
      7 ignorant or unenlightened
      a dark period in our history
      8 secret or mysterious
      keep it dark
      9 (Phonetics) denoting an (l) pronounced with a velar articulation giving back vowel resonance. In English, l is usually dark when final or preconsonantal.
      Compare → light 1 → 30
      n
      10 absence of light; darkness
      11 night or nightfall
      12 a dark place, patch, or shadow
      13 a state of ignorance (esp. in the phrase in the dark)
      vb
      14 an archaic word for → darken
      (Old English deorc; related to Old High German terchennen to hide)
      ♦ darkish adj
      ♦ darkly adv
      ♦ darkness n

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  418. Dictionary originally came from the Latin word dictionarius, meaning “a manual or book of words.” A dictionary is most commonly used to look up the definitions of particular words, but other information, such as etymology and usage guidelines, often appears as well. Electronic dictionaries can include even more information, like slang and popular texting acronyms.

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  439. Coming soon – a giant sign on the moon. It will say…

    Hi! I’m an annoying popup. Enter your email in me to get updates on Frank J. Fleming’s science fiction and fantasy writing. Plus get a free short story. Fun!

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  445. Coming soon – a giant sign on the moon. It will say…

    I ran too hard
    I played too Rough
    I gave my Love
    Not near Enough
    I bled too red
    I cried too blue
    I beat my fist
    Against the moon
    All just to get to you

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  447. Now, when I talked to God I knew he’d understand
    He said, “Stick by me and I’ll be your guiding hand
    But don’t ask me what I think of you
    I might not give the answer that you want me to”

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  455. Coming soon – a giant sign on the moon. It will say…

    Keep your friends close to your enemies and your enemies inside your other enemies and fill your acquaintances with dread when you speak. ~ Vito Corleone

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    • Sure do hate to see you this way walruskkkch. What if we could end this madness…what if we were to hire Iowa Jim to come here and officially destroy this thread for good?? Would that pep ya up a bit?

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      • Coming soon – a giant sign on the moon. It will say…

        © 2018, walruskkkch. All rights reserved. Honduras Bound (to the tune of “Homeward Bound” by Simon and Garfunkel)

        Still sitting in the detention center.
        Got no papers to let them enter.
        On a trek from distance lands
        a suitcase, but no papers in hand.
        to get stopped had not been planned
        to skip their hearing would be grand.

        (Chorus)
        Honduras bound
        I wish they were
        Honduras bound.
        Honduras where from they tried escaping,
        Honduras where they should be staying,
        Honduras where I love for them to stay away from me.

        Every day’s an endless stream
        Of stupid covers of magazines.
        And each tweet looks the same to me,
        like they’re produced in some factories
        And every crying child I see
        reminds me I know where they should be,

        (Chorus)

        Tonight they repeat themselves again,
        They’ll play a game and pretend.
        But all their words sound to me
        like a shady mendacity
        filled with empty sophistry
        All they can do is insult me.

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    • Are you saying Ni to me? Oh, what sad times are these when passing ruffians can say Ni at will to to anyone they please. There is a pestilence upon this blog, nothing is sacred. Even those who arrange and design signs on the Moon are under considerable economic stress in this period in history.

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  500. Q: Do the actual explosions count? A: Of course the actual explosions count. What’s the use of having nuclear weapons if you don’t explode one once in a while? While the Moon seems like it would be an ideal place to have a nuclear explosion, I suggest a more practical target, such as North Korea, or any country you would care to name in the Middle East. We would miss the Moon whereas no one would miss Iran or Syria or Iraq or Turkey, or several others I could mention…after all none of those countries control the tide or have songs written about them or really matter that much.

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  550. HISTORICAL MARKER ON THE RIGHT 1 MILE

    ANYONE WHO FINDS ONE OF THE GOLF BALLS THE APOLLO ASTRONAUTS HIT 2 THOUSAND YARDS WITH A LUNAR SAND WEDGE GETS TO KEEP THEM. (never mind they wasted a whole day playing golf instead of working like Obama did many times)

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  554. This is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man’s fears and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination.

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  562. WHERE’S ALL THE LIBTARDS YOU ASK?
    THEY’RE ALL ON THE DARK SIDE HAVING ORGYS AND MAKING MORE GOOFY PROTEST SIGNS and YUUUGE TRUMP BABY BALLOONS AND SNORTING RADIOACTIVE METH. WHAT DID YOU EXPECT?

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      • Who is the tall, dark stranger there?
        Maverick is the name.
        Ridin’ the trail to who knows where,
        Luck is his companion,
        Gamblin’ is his game.
        Smooth as a handle on a gun.
        Maverick is the name.
        Wild as the wind in Oregon,
        Blowin’ up a canyon,
        Easier to tame.

        Riverboat, ring your bell,
        Fare thee well, Annabel.
        Luck is the lady that he loves the best.
        Natchez to New Orleans
        Livin on jacks and queens
        Maverick is a legend of the west.

        Riverboat, ring your bell,
        Fare thee well, Annabel.
        Luck is the lady that he loves the best.
        Natchez to New Orleans
        Livin on jacks and queens
        Maverick is a legend of the west.
        Maverick is the legend of the west!

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  577. Cliff, let me tell you…as an old veteran of posting on this thread you’ve got to learn how to pace yourself…like walruskkkch, Oppo and I do, otherwise you’ll burn yourself out. You got’s to have some patience.

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  593. July 20 – National Moon Day
    National Day Calendar

    National Moon Day is observed annually on July 20 and commemorates the day man first walked on the moon in 1969.

    In 1971, President Richard Nixon proclaimed National Moon Landing Day on July 20 to commemorate the anniversary of man’s first moon landing.

    .

    North Korea takes swipe at Moon, urges return of restaurant workers
    Reuters | 20 Jul 2018 | Hyonhee Shin

    SEOUL – North Korea lambasted South Korea’s President Moon Jae-in on Friday for “needlessly kibitzing” about relations between Pyongyang and Washington and dismissed Moon’s pledge to take the driver’s seat on the Korean Peninsula as “sophistry”.

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  595. It’s all THERE, hiding in plain sight, man!

    When was Hitler born? April 20th!!

    What did Trump tweet on that day?

    Read it for yourself (get a decoder ring):

    “Just heard the Campaign was sued by the Obstructionist Democrats. This can be good news in that we will now counter for the DNC Server that they refused to give to the FBI, the Debbie Wasserman Schultz Servers and Documents held by the Pakistani mystery man and Clinton Emails.
    4:19 PM – 20 Apr 2018 ”

    “Schultz”? Ringing any bells?

    Open your mind and connect the dots, man!

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    • We’re talking wheels within wheels, man. We’re through the looking glass, Alice!

      Don’t even open your e-mail.

      939 posts?

      More like 1939!

      Read the signals, man.

      “I know nothing — nothing!”

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  616. Coming soon – a giant sign on the moon. It will say…

    Life is like soup. It’s murky, has lots of little bits in it that you can’t quite tell what they are, and generally, it needs more salt.

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  622. Back on an old site we called in the Hunt for the “K”, or thousandth post at the site. Since posts were numbered across all the threads you didn’t know where they might show up. We called them “Khunts”. I had so many I stopped trying for them and became the Master of the Khunt and kept track of the winners and officiated any disputes.
    — Walrus

    .

    [testing mods in three… two .. one:…]

    .

    “Thank God I’m a Khunter Boy”

    .

    “She’s a Little Bit Khunty, I’m a Little Bit Rock ‘n’ Roll”

    .

    “Happiness Is a Warm Khunt”

    .

    Scroll down, scroll down for the Magical Millennial Post
    Type right this way . . .

    Scroll down
    (and that’s an invitation)
    Scroll down for the millennial post
    Scroll down
    (to make a compilation)

    …

    The Magical Millennial Post
    Is coming inevitably one day
    Coming inevitably one day
    Take it away

    .

    “The Long Unwinding Posts
    That lead to this thread
    Will never disappear
    I’ve seen their like before
    They always lead to here:
    After or before.
    …

    Many times I’ve been 999
    And many times 1,001
    Anyway, you’ll never find
    Me landing on the one

    But silly leads me back
    To the one
    Thousandth post
    You’ll find me waiting here
    Haunting like a ghost —
    Don’t leave me writing here
    (lead me)
    Lead me two before!”

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  623. Well, you can tell by the way I use my chalk,
    I’m a countin’ man: no time to talk.
    Music loud and women warm — I’ve kicked that around
    since I was born.
    But this thrill’s tight!
    It’s 1 K!
    And you may look the other way.
    You can try to understand
    The thousand post’s effect on man.

    Whether you’re a hoster or whether you’re a poster,
    It’s stayin’ alive, stayin’ alive.
    Feel the record breakin’ and everybody shakin’,
    It’s stayin’ alive, stayin’ alive.
    Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin’ alive, stayin’ alive.
    Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin’ alive.
    ++

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  624. Now somewhere in the backwater regions of IMAO
    There lived a young boy named Zzyzx, yeah
    And one day his mouth ran off to another guy
    Hit young Walrus in the pride
    Walrus didn’t like that
    He said, “I’m gonna get that boy.”
    So one day he posted on the moon and
    Found himself at High Noon with the local saloon crowd

    Post on the Moon
    Check in, come next June
    Only to find mods and libel
    Posters and trolls
    Equipped with their goals
    To beat out the posts of their rivals
    The rivals, it seems
    Had spoken of dreams
    Of sealing their place with advances
    The game was unending
    As long as they kept on sending —
    And each of them still took their chances.

    Now Walrus and Zzyzx, who tried to defy physics
    Were in the chat room feeling low-down
    Oppo burst in, and grinning a grin
    He said, “Hi there, boys, this is a showdown”
    But Moon Posters were tight, they took up the fight
    And Oppo collapsed in the coroner

    Now ol’ Cliff came in, stinking of gin
    And proceeded to hike up the tabulation
    He said, “Posters, you’ve met your match”
    And posters said, “Cliff, it’s only a batch
    And we’ll do better, we’ll be better, Doc, as soon as we are able”

    Now posts on the Moon
    Will continue soon
    Only outlasted by the Bible
    Oppo checked it out,
    And the Left did, no doubt,
    Confused by the Moon Posts’ survival!!

    Da da da dada da da da-da. . . . .

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  626. Now somewhere in the backwater regions of IMAO
    There lived a young boy named Zzyzx, yeah
    And one day his mouth ran off to another guy
    Hit young Walrus in the pride
    Walrus didn’t like that
    He said, “I’m gonna get that boy.”
    So one day he posted on the moon and
    Found himself at High Noon with the local saloon crowd

    Post on the Moon
    Check in, come next June
    Only to find mods and libel
    Posters and trolls
    Equipped with their goals
    To beat out the posts of their rivals
    The rivals, it seems
    Had spoken of dreams
    Of sealing their place with advances
    The game was unending
    As long as they kept on sending —
    And everyone still took their chances.

    Now Walrus and Zzyzx, who tried to defy physics
    Were in the chat room feeling low-down
    Oppo burst in, and grinning a grin
    He said, “Hi there, boys, this is a showdown”
    But Moon Posters were tight, they took up the fight
    And Oppo collapsed into the coroner

    Now ol’ Cliff came in, stinking of gin
    And proceeded to hike up the tabulation
    He said, “Posters, you’ve met your match”
    And posters said, “Cliff, it’s only a batch
    And we’ll do better, we’ll be better, Doc, as soon as we are able”

    Now posts on the Moon
    Will continue soon
    Only outlasted by the Bible
    Oppo checked it out,
    And the Left did, no doubt,
    Confused by the Moon Posts’ survival!
    Doo-doo doo do doo do doo-do . . . .

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    • Sorry for the double post.

      Been having computer issues today. Takes about an hour to load any IMAO page (no problem, though, with any other website at all).

      And it takes another hour to refresh a page after posting.

      Dueced inconvenient.

      Can’t wait until Monday, when I’ll be able to use another computer and see if it is just limited to this one!

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  634. I’ve got a word or two
    To say about all these things from you two
    You’re posting, cracking wise
    And flouting good things we could have if we’d just close our eyes

    Do what you want to do
    Go on and post you two
    Drink to yourself
    And I’ll lift a glass to you

    I’ve left use far behind
    The moon is now full of the signs you had in mind
    And though it’s not the K
    I know your mind’s made up:
    You’re going to post more anyway

    Do what you want to do
    Until the posting’s through
    Drink to yourself
    And I’ll lift a glass to you

    Although you’re minds are piqued
    Try thinking less, if just for my own psyche
    The future still looks good
    And you’ve got time to make replies
    To all the things if you think you should

    Do what you want to do
    I know that you’re going to
    Drink to yourself
    And I’ll lift a glass to you

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  642. Trusted frat on IMAO, headin’ for detention
    Feelin’ nearly fated as my genes
    Walrus thumbed ol’ Oppo down, just before he mentioned,
    “Tuchus” all the way to New Orleans.

    Well, I took my Harpoon out
    Of a dirty red cabana
    And was blowin’ suds while Zzyzx sang the blues,
    With them Moon Nukers keeping count and
    Oppo clappin’ hands

    We sang every song
    Basil’s driver knew.

    Freedom’s just another word for nothing Frank could lose,
    No Moon ain’t worth nothin’ but it’s free,
    Feelin’ good was easy, Lord, when Walrus sang the blues,
    And buddy, that was good enough for me,
    Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee.

    From the gold mines of Capitalism, to the California rant,
    IMAO shredded the secrets of my soul,
    Standin’ right beside me through everything I can’t,
    And every night it kept me from the cold, cold, cold.
    Then somewhere near Salinas, Lord, I let it slip away,
    Still lookin’ for the home and I hope it finds it,
    Well I’d trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday,
    Holder’s liberal body close to mine.

    Liberal’s just another word for nothin’ left to loose,
    And nothin’ left was all Che left me,
    Feelin’ good was easy, Lord, when Walrus sang the blues,
    And buddy, that was good enough for me.
    Good enough for me and Bobby McGee.

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    • ♩

      I spurned the truth at seventeen
      That “beauty queens” meant “beauty queens”
      And high school girls with clear-skinned smiles
      Married young, and then acquired

      The valentines I never knew….

      The endless Gay Parades of youth
      Were spent on morbid useful tools
      At seventeen I learned the truth.

      And those of us in our safe spaces
      Liking antisocial places
      Desperately remained at home
      Inventive LARPers on the phone

      Who called to say “Come dance with me”
      And murmured vague obscenities
      At Republicans, alone, it seems
      At seventeen.

      And brown-eyed girls in hand-me-downs
      Whose name I never could pronounce
      Said, “Pity, please, the Antifas
      They only hate their Ma and Pas.”

      And rich-relationed Hollywood queens,
      Barely sold in magazines,
      And guaranteed to more Weinsteins
      Social fodder for the over-tweens

      Dismember those who win the game
      Bruise the love they sought to gain
      Indictments, inequality
      And dubious integrity

      Their small-town eyes will gape at you
      In dull surprise when payment’s due
      And exceeds the lurid accounts received
      By seventeen.

      To those of us who knew the pain
      Of Sarah Palin’s, Sanders’ names
      And those whose names were never called
      When choosing sides for free-for-all

      Long ago and far away
      The world was younger than today
      Even Dems believed we all were free
      And ugly ducklings tried to be

      We played the game and when we dared
      To cheat the voters at solitaire
      Invent collusion on the phone
      Repeat the other lies unknown

      Who called to say “Come dance with me”?
      And murmured vague obscenities
      At Republicans, alone, it seems
      Maybe it was Vogue, or Seventeen.

      ♩

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  705. I’m not going with Lost in Space, but how many of the kids out there remember this:

    It’s about time,
    It’s about space,
    About strange people in the strangest place.
    It’s about time,
    It’s about flight,
    Travelin’ faster than the speed of light.

    About space people and a brave crew,
    As through the barrier of time they flew.
    Pass the Roman Senators,
    Pass an armored knight,
    Pass the firing Minutemen,
    To this modern website.

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  712. Coming soon – a giant sign on the moon. It will say…

    What the vampire doesn’t know is that we’ve secretly replaced the blood he normally drinks with NEW Folgers decaffeinated blood. Let’s watch.

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  723. Coming soon – a giant sign on the moon. It will say…

    You can’t cotton to evil. You have to smack evil on the nose with the rolled-up newspaper of justice and say, ‘Bad evil. Bad, BAD evil.’

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  731. Coming soon – a giant sign on the moon. It will say…

    DAVID HOGG FOR CONGRESS 2025
    (great, I hope he knocks on my door campaigning so I can show him my vast arsenal of weapons especially my commemorative Anti-Antifa elephant gun).

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  735. Coming soon – a giant sign on the moon. It will say…

    Imagine this, you have just finished a bath or shower, you are all wet. What do you do now? Let yourself drip dry? No, that would make you cold. How about grabbing a towel and drying off. No, reusing towels over and over again invites mold and bacteria to grow. Your bath towel is full of nasty bugs, and washing your towel after every bath is wasteful, expensive, and bad on the environment. But what other choices do you have? Well, now there is the Body Squeegee! Just rub the Body Squeegee over your body, once, twice, three times, and you are completely dry. That’s once, twice, three times, and you are completely dry. There has never been anything like it, just once, twice, three times, and you are completely dry. It’s a modern miracle! And if you order right now, we will send you the Finger Squeegee at no additional charge. Just stick your finger or toe into the Finger Squeegee, once, twice, three times, and your finger is completely dry! That right, it is totally amazing! And as a special offer to our listeners today, we will include the Butt Squeegee as a free gift to you. The Butt Squeegee fits into hard to reach cracks. Just rub the Butt Squeegee once, twice, three times and your ass is as dry as the desert. Women can use the Butt Squeegee on the front too; just once, twice, three times, and you are completely dry! Just think of the savings on douches and yeast infection cures. The Body Squeegee comes with a no-risk, iron-clad, money-back guarantee. If you are not completely satisfied with the Body Squeegee for any reason, just send it back and we will promptly refund your money, and you can keep the Butt Squeegee as our personal gift to you. The Body Squeegee is not available in stores, you can only order it from the number at the bottom of your screen. Don’t delay, order the Body Squeegee today!

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  750. Coming soon – a giant sign on the moon. It will say…

    Any man who thinks he can be happy and prosperous by letting the government take care of him had better take a much closer look at the American Indian. ~ H. Ford

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  759. Now the moon is almost hidden

    The stars are beginning to hide

    The fortune-telling lady

    Has even taken all her things inside

    All except for Cain and Abel

    And the hunchback of Notre Dame

    Everybody is making love

    Or else expecting rain

    And the Good Samaritan, he’s dressing

    He’s getting ready for the show

    He’s going to the carnival tonight

    On Desolation Row

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      • Invisible bacon to you! Well lets narrow it down. The Thing is too ugly for her. The Human Torch is way too hot for her. So I guess it has to be Mr. Fantastic. He can hug her with those stretchy arms from almost anywhere not to mention what can be done with his tongue.

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        • An invisible chick might present some problems.

          ) No talking about her to your friends — she might be right there.

          ) No privacy on the web.

          ) Tensions mount as you keep stepping on her toes in the hallway.

          ) Lovemaking: “What the hell is this? Oh, I thought… never mind.”

          ) She can screw you by disappearing as you pass a cop in a High-Occupancy Vehicle Lane. Make you look like a doofus coming out of the Tunnel of Love. Make you look like a perv by coming on to you at a Victoria’s Secret store.

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  770. — Nopes.com

    .

    Fact-checkers, eh? I prefer fact chess.

    And what about when when zzyzx was claiming all of those manly dames from the belle epoque were beautiful?

    Two hotties, perhaps three in the wanted posters. Funny names, too. Way too many clothes, and extremely complicated hair. Don’t know if you were allowed to touch it.

    Rich names, though.
    Were they single? Did they have control of their fortunes? Answer the second question first.
    Can’t you see what I’m trying to tell you? I loved them.

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  779. Coming soon – a giant sign on the moon. It will say…

    Now shown to carry more viruses than a toilet seat…Why hell, the usual suspects of course….rustlers, cut throats, murderers, bounty hunters, desperados, mugs, pugs, thugs, nitwits, halfwits, dimwits, vipers, snipers, con men, Indian agents, Mexican bandits, muggers, buggerers, bushwhackers, hornswogglers, horse thieves, bull dykes, train robbers, bank robbers, ass-kickers, s**t-kickers and Methodists. Number 85 and many more to come….enjoy!

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  813. Bragging rights to Walrus for coming up with an idea (and actually developing the parody, furthermore) months before Clarice and American Thinker:

    Democrats: ‘Let’s Do the Time Warp Again’
    American Thinker | Sept. 16, 2018 | Clarice Feldman

    Looking back on the week’s events, it occurs to me that the Democrats’ new theme song should be “Let’s Do the Time Warp Again” as they reprise the demagogic lies and smear tactics that once worked for them but are now failing for anyone with a memory longer than a week or two.

    Tit for tat, Clarice! Tit for tat.

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  816. Coming soon – a giant sign on the moon. It will say…

    I was rendered psychologically inert because of Brett Kavanaugh. In 1980 something. Somewhere in Maryland. Maybe. There were 4 of them, or maybe two. Yes Two and I have finally found the gumption to speak up on this now. Because. I am a left wing activist who just wants to help her party, err country, yes country.

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  829. Coming soon – a giant sign on the moon. It will say…

    Did you know an Olympian quality type of High Jumper athlete could jump up on the moon and actually start going in an orbit around the moon and become, technically, a moon of the moon?!

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  832. I object your honor! While it may be true that the pump don’t work ’cause the vandals took the handles. I put it to you that there’s no proof they also took the door handle, or that indeed…anyone took the door handle. Therefore the question, “Why should I use the door handle when I’ve got a perfectly good rocket launcher?” remains a valid question. A question which in these trying times of uncertainty in our nation’s history should be asked…and indeed should be answered.

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  841. Coming soon – a giant sign on the moon. It will say…

    My resolution’s placed, and I have nothing Of woman in me; now from head to foot I am marble-constant, now the fleeting moon No planet is of mine.

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  847. Coming soon – a giant sign on the moon. It will say…

    This is where Armstrong said the Eagle has landed..but don’t go looking for eagles or their nests.. That would be a waste of oxygen, you know, like an Obama speech.

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  859. Coming soon – a giant sign on the moon. It will say…

    If nobody comes up here and buys a car in the next hour, I’m gonna club this baby seal. That’s right, I’m gonna club this seal to make you a deal. You know I’ll do it too, cause I’m Crazy Ernie!

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  860. Coming soon – a giant sign on the moon. It will say…

    I’ve decided not to club a baby seal after all, instead I’m gonna club this Democrat. That’s right, I’m gonna club this Democrat to make you a deal. You know I’ll do it too, cause I’m Crazy Ernie!

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  872. Coming soon – a giant sign on the moon. It will say…

    I wrote a business plan for a store called Victor’s Secret. It would sell dainty, slinky, skimpy men’s undergarments for metrosexuals, Broadway musical enthusiasts, single male soccer coaches, male Hillary Clinton supporters, Bernie bros, late night TV hosts, and other assorted closet cases.

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  874. Coming soon – a giant sign on the moon. It will say…

    DNC to pick new election slogan out of four finalists: ‘Give us more government or everyone dies,’ ‘Vote for Democrats or everyone dies,’ ‘Impeach Trump or everyone dies,’ ‘Stop the fear mongering or everyone dies.’

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  876. Coming soon – a giant sign on the moon. It will say…

    “An allegation standing alone is not necessarily sufficient to conclude that conduct occurred, particularly where the accusing party declines to produce supporting evidence that she herself asserts exists…”

    Well, if you are a Democrat attorney defending another Democrat at least.

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  884. Coming soon – a giant sign on the moon. It will say…

    Future site of the first Lunar Penal Colony. There is no escaping. It’s impossible. You thought Devil’s Island and Alcatraz were a nightmare? bwahahahahahaha!

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    • ♩
      People lie. I’m POTUS bound!
      (Talkin’ ’bout nine generations)
      Just some laws to g-g-get around
      (Talkin’ ’bout nine generations)
      Things I do look awful f-f-fraught
      (Talkin’ ’bout nine generations)
      Hopi I’ll die before I get c-c-aught
      (Talkin’ ’bout nine generations)

      Nine generations
      This is nine generations, baby

      Why won’t it all f-f-f-fade away?
      (Talkin’ ’bout nine generations)
      Don’t try to dig into what I s-s-say
      (Talkin’ ’bout nine generations)
      A little non compos compen-s-s-sation
      (Talkin’ ’bout nine generations)
      For talkin’ ’bout the Ch-Ch-Cherokee nation
      (Talkin’ ’bout nine generations)
      ♩

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    • ♩
      Let’s all get up, rain-dance to a lie
      That took a hit
      Before another was born
      Though she’s still got a long, long way to go
      Her great-great-great-great-great-great-grandmother should know
      (“Ah-ahh”)
      Her great-great-great-great-great-great-grandmother should know . . .
      ♩

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    • ♩
      Who are you? Who, who, who, who?
      Who are you? Who, who, who, who?
      Who are you? Who, who, who, who?
      Who are you? Who, who, who, who?

      I grew up in a teepee in Norway
      At least they know my name
      They said, “You can still sleep in Cambridge tonight”
      A little ‘make-up’ and talk it away.

      The Democratic Underground,
      And degrees, stop blowback when I err
      I remember throwin’ accusations around
      “You didn’t build that” – preachin’ from my chair

      Well, who are you?
      (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?)
      I really wanna know
      (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?)
      Tell me, who are you?
      (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?)
      ‘Cause I really wanna know
      (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?)

      I’m on the tube, I’m out of town
      Back to the Rollin’ Pin
      I felt a little like a dying clown
      With a streak of Rin Tin Tin

      I stretched the truth, just a hiccup
      And looked back on my busy day
      Eleven hours on CNN
      God, there’s got to be another way
      ♩

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      • Someone else said:

        Her friend in the DNA lab “came up with the conclusion that she MAY BE 1/1024 Cherokee based on a marker that some Cherokee sometimes have. And the margin of error is 1/256. She may be 0.00097561 Cherokee.”

        To which one commenter added:

        “Sure, she “may be” 0.00097561 Cherokee based on DNA from Colombia, Peru and Mexico, lol. And zero DNA from actual Cherokee people.”

        And another:

        “But ABC says this is a STRONG indication that she is Native American.”

        sigh

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    • Hey, maybe Elizabeth Warren’s ancestors just got around??

      .

      Women Retain and Carry Living DNA From Every Man With Whom They’ve Had Sex
      May 2018

      Women retain and carry living DNA from every man with whom they have sexual intercourse, according to a new study by the University of Seattle and the Fred Hutchinson Cancer Research Center.

      The study, which discovered the startling information by accident, was originally trying to determine if women who have been pregnant with a son might be more predisposed to certain neurological diseases that occur more frequently in males.

      But as the scientists picked apart the female brain, the study began to veer wildly off course. As it turns out, the female brain is even more mysterious than we previously thought.

      The study found that female brains often harbor “male microchimerism“, or in other words, the presence of male DNA that originated from another individual, and are genetically distinct from the cells that make up the rest of the woman.

      According to the study: “63% of the females (37 of 59) tested harbored male microchimerism in the brain. Male microchimerism was present in multiple brain regions.”

      This has very important ramifications for women. Every male you absorb spermatazoa from becomes a living part of you for life. The women autopsied in this study were elderly. Some had been carrying the living male DNA inside them for well over 50 years.

      Sperm is alive. It is living cells. When it is injected into you it swims and swims until it crashes headlong into a wall, and then it attaches and burrows into your flesh. If it’s in your mouth it swims and climbs into your nasal passages, inner ear, and behind your eyes. Then it digs in. It enters your blood stream and collects in your brain and spine.

      — mindfoster.co/1129/women-retain-and-carry-living-dna-from-every-man-with-whom-theyve-made-love-with/

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    • “Meatloaf” Warren:

      ♩
      Well, I remember how she went Left on that Stormy fight
      Oh, she dissed me and got out of her head
      And though I pleaded and I begged her not to walk out on that floor
      She backed the hags and turned the Right away

      And she kept on telling me
      She kept on telling me
      She kept on telling me
      I want proof (I want proof)
      I need proof (I need proof)
      But there ain’t no way I’m ever gonna have proof
      Now don’t be sad (don’t be sad ’cause)
      ‘Cause two out of three ain’t bad

      . . .

      And she kept on telling me
      She kept on telling me
      She kept on telling me
      Minority (Minority!)
      Hires (Hires!)
      There ain’t no way they’re ever gettin’ fired
      Now don’t be sad (Don’t be sad, Liz)
      ‘Cause two out of three ain’t bad
      ♩

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    • ♩
      No ancestors never married a pure Cherokee
      My mother’s people all said they’d be ashamed of me
      The Indians said I was white by natural law
      The White House Man always called me “Indian Squaw”

      [Chorus:]
      One-Thousand-and-a-Half-breed, that’s all I ever heard
      LaughingStork, how I learned to hate the word
      Bad Seed, she’s no good, they said, old Warren
      Both sides were against me since the day I turned borin’
      ♩

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  909. Coming soon – a giant sign on the moon. It will say…

    Expecting the world to treat you fairly because you’re a good person is a little like expecting a bull not to attack you because you’re a vegetarian.

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  912. Coming soon – a giant sign on the moon. It will say…

    We had 2 bags of grass, 75 pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high-powered blotter acid, a saltshaker half-full of cocaine, a whole galaxy of multi-colored uppers, downers, screamers, laughers… Also, a quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of beer, a pint of raw ether, and two dozen amyls.

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  929. Coming soon – a giant sign on the moon. It will say…

    Ladies and gentlemen! You’ve read about it in the newspapers! Now, shudder as you observe, before your very eyes, that most rare and tragic of nature’s mistakes! I give you… THE AVERAGE LIBERAL DEMOCRAT! Often born physically unremarkable, it has instead developed a deformed set of values. Notice the hideously bloated sense of its own importance. The club-footed social conscience and the withered optimism. It’s certainly not for the squeamish, is it? Most repulsive of all are its fraul and useless notions of order, sanity, and conformity to, rules, regulations and government control. If control of others is taken from them… they snap. How does it live, I hear you ask? How does this poor, pathetic specimen survive in today’s harsh and irrational world? The sad answer is “not very well.” Faced with the inescapable fact that human existence is mad, random and pointless, one in eight of them crack up and go stark slavering buggo! Who can blame them? In a world as psychotic as this, any other response would be crazy!

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  931. Coming soon – a giant sign on the moon. It will say…

    Liberty cannot be preserved without a general knowledge among the people, who have a right… and a desire to know; but besides this, they have a right, an indisputable, unalienable, indefeasible, divine right to that most dreaded and envied kind of knowledge, I mean of the characters and conduct of their rulers.

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  941. Coming soon – a giant sign on the moon. It will say…

    Liberal: “Turn in all of your guns to prevent more gun violence.”
    Me: “Cut off your penis to prevent more rapes.”
    Liberal: “But I’m not going to rape anybody.”
    Me: “Exactly.”

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  943. Coming soon – a giant sign on the moon. It will say…

    Coming to a theater near you…Night of the Day of the Dawn of the Son of the Bride of the Return of the Revenge of the Terror of the Attack of the Evil Mutant Hellbound Flesh Eating Crawling Alien Zombified Subhumanoid Living Dead.

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  972. Coming soon – a giant sign on the moon. It will say…

    Allons enfants de la patrie,
    Le jour de gloire est arrivé !
    Contre nous de la tyrannie
    L’étendard sanglant est levé ! (bis)
    Entendez-vous dans les campagnes,
    Mugir ces féroces soldats ?
    Ils viennent jusque dans nos bras
    Égorger nos fils, nos compagnes!

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  982. Should have read:

    Seminal Pilferers —
    Climbing up the Eiffel Tower:
    Elementary Parisiens
    Singing Hakuna Matata?
    Man, you should have seen them nicking all the heads off kings.

    I’m Agamemnon
    They are not ChemLawn
    I am not Walrus!

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  999. Coming soon – a giant sign on the moon. It will say…

    Warning! Rioting French people who thought the USA would be footing the bill for “global warming” but found out they would have to pay for it themselves….next exit.

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  1039. Coming soon – a giant sign on the moon. It will say…

    Former news hostess Megan Kelly to receive 70 billion Won, for doing nothing. as millions of children starve in desolate wastes of England and France. ~ DPRK News Service

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    • “Curses!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

      {Sips thin liquid from a snifter. Lights a thin object. Inhales thin smoke.}

      “Yes, yes, Mr. Walrus….”

      {Inhales again, inexplicably}

      “You may have access to the repository of genius . . . the wisdom of centuries . . . examples from the literature of the entire history of the world, but I . . . ”

      {Searches for metaphor}

      “But, I . . . ”

      {Pauses. Henchman off-camera coughs.}

      “Bah!”

      {Pushes button and ends transmission.}

      {Calls in henchmen for consultation.}

      Please , look out.

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    • Interesting question, so I Googled it.

      Earth’s moon does have a name: In English, it’s “the moon.” The word moon is Proto-Germanic in origin, deriving from a similar-sounding word that came into use a few thousand years ago in Northern Europe.

      For most of human history, there didn’t need to be a more specific term to differentiate our moon from other moons that orbit other planets in the solar system, and for good reason: we didn’t know there were any other moons. “Until Galileo discovered that Jupiter had moons in 1610, people thought that the moon was the only moon that existed,” NASA’s lunar science website states.

      “After other moons were discovered,” the NASA site continues, “they were given different names so that people would not confuse them with each other. We call them moons because they orbit planets the same way that the moon orbits around Earth.”

      The four biggest of Jupiter’s 64 moons — the ones discovered by Galileo in 1610 — are named Io, Europa, Ganymede and Callisto.

      In Latin, our satellite’s name is “Luna.” Because a significant chunk of English comes from Latin, many terms associated with the moon are related to this Latin name — for example, the adjective “lunar,” and the noun “lunatic,” an old-fashioned word for a mentally ill person. (Madness was thought to be correlated with the phases of the moon.)

      In Greek, our moon is named “Selene,” as is the moon goddess of ancient Greek mythology. The English word “selenology,” or the study of the moon’s geology, derives from it.

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  1088. Coming soon – a giant sign on the moon. It will say…

    If Donald Trump deleted all of his emails, wiped his server with Bleach Bit and destroyed all of his phones with a hammer, would the mainstream media suddenly lose all interest in the story and declare him innocent?

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  1106. Coming soon – a giant sign on the moon. It will say…

    Does anyone else think, when they see the post count here, of the year it would represent? Right now this post would be the last year of the american civil war. Spooky.

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  1126. Coming soon – a giant sign on the moon. It will say…

    If Beauty and the Beast teaches us one thing, it’s that looks don’t matter. As long as you’re a billionaire prince who owns a huge castle.

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  1160. Coming soon – a giant sign on the moon. It will say…

    We decided to protest the segregatory policies of the local shopping mall. So a bunch of us stormed into the food court and demanded service. They said, “We don’t serve Illegal aliens.” We said, “We don’t want illegal aliens, we want hamburgers.”

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  1176. Coming soon – a giant sign on the moon. It will say…

    If there’s one thing I know about today’s progressive white people, it’s that they are all sure other white people are really the white ones who deserve condemnation.

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  1177. Coming soon – a giant sign on the moon. It will say…

    Cities are proprietorial. You either own part of a city or it owns you. Thus the taxpayers are the city’s slaves, and they don’t even know it.

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  1186. Coming soon – a giant sign on the moon. It will say…

    We do not need to see the tax records of millionaires who have become politicians…we need to see the tax records of politicians who have become millionaires!!

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  1188. Coming soon – a giant sign on the moon. It will say…

    here are the 7 words you can’t say on television.

    ####, $$$$, ****, &&&&, @@@@@@@@@@, ^^^^^^^^^^^^ and #*#$
    It appears you can’t say them on the Moon as well.

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  1207. Coming soon – a giant sign on the moon. It will say..

    Just think, if you were born and lived on Uranus your whole life you wouldn’t even be 1 year old yet, unless you are over 84 earth years old.

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    • Shazinga….
      Shazinga is a drinking game. When a person has mastered the drinking game Flip Cup, this is a good next step. Every player stands/sits around a table with a face-up cup sitting on the edge of the table (like in Flip Cup). Each person is on his/her own team.

      The objective is to flip the face-up cup on top of a face-down cup sitting in front of it so that the face-down cup is inside the flipped cup. When a player does this, he/she yells “Shazinga!!” and each other player must clink their drinks together, say “I suck,” and take a drink.

      The player who made the cup leaves his/her cup on top of the cup it landed on and the the next round starts when any player says “Go!” This continues until a player has reached 5 cups. When this happens, that player puts a beer bottle underneath one cup and resumes the game with the same objective of trying to flip his/her cup on top of the cup on the beer bottle.

      The game ends when a player makes 5 cups onto the beer bottle or the other players makes 5 cups onto the beer bottle or the other players puke their guts up and/or pass out in a drunken near comatose stupor. Extra bonus points if you can drive home without crashing your ride or getting a DUI! Double extra bonus points for actually talking your way out of the DUI!

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  1217. Coming soon – a giant sign on the moon. It will say…

    When I’m ridin’ ’round the world
    And I’m doin’ this and I’m signin’ that
    And I’m tryin’ to meet some girl, who tells me
    Baby, better come back maybe next week
    Can’t you see I’m on a losing streak?

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  1218. Coming soon – a giant sign on the moon. It will say…

    Hello! I’m your host, Bud Miller. Let’s welcome our cast of wacky totalitarian dictators. From the frozen plane of the 9th level of Hell, please welcome former Soviet Union chairman Joseph Stalin! From the pits of burning sulfur on the 8th level of Hell please welcome former leader of Nazi Germany, Adolf Hitler! From the stinking acid bogs of the 7th level of Hell please welcome former leader of Cambodia’s Khmer Rouge, Pol Pot! Fresh from eating sewage at Hell’s sewage treatment plant on the 6th level, please welcome former Chinese dictator, the glamorous Chairman Mao! From the 5th level of Hell please welcome a soul destined to eat sauerkraut for all eternity, the former dictator of East Germany, the fabulous Eric Honaker! Fresh from harvesting in the endless sugar cane fields of the 4th level of Hell the former dictator of Cuba, Comrade Fidel Castro! Just arrived from the 3rd level of Hell, and taking a break from a steady diet of Elephant dung the former dictator of Uganda, please welcome Idi Amin! From the burning coal furnaces and itching sand fleas of the 2nd level of Hell please welcome the always exciting Muammar Gaddafi! And the newest member of our panel, taking a break from endless forced sodomy from demons of the 1st level of Hell, please give a big hand to former Iraqi President Saddam Hussein! Yes this is Hell’s favorite show, the Mass Murderers Comedy Hour!!

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  1240. Coming soon – a giant sign on the moon. It will say…

    Credentialism is paying to be who you are. Conformity is keeping quiet about it. Those who do both with a straight face are rewarded.

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  1262. Coming soon – a giant sign on the moon. It will say…

    Happy first day summer!
    Nice and toasty right here at my Lemonade Stand step right up. But if you want to freeze take your Happy Azz over to the Dark Side of the moon I heard The Dark Knight hangs out there sometimes signing autographs for free if you follow him on Twitter and you know to bring a peanut butter & jelly sandwich to him.

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  1273. Coming soon – a giant sign on the moon. It will say…

    Let’s think the unthinkable, let’s do the undoable, let’s prepare to grapple with the ineffable itself, and see if we don’t eff it all up after all.

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    • Closet Therapist treating Closet:

      “No, you can’t come out of yourself. That’s not how it works.”

      “Yeah, we all have our hang-ups.”

      “So, why do you think you are so recessed?”

      “I’d suggest you go to the walk-in clinic.”

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    • The Racketeer Influenced and Corrupt Organizations Act, commonly referred to as the RICO Act or simply RICO, is a United States federal law that provides for extended criminal penalties and a civil cause of action for acts performed as part of an ongoing criminal organization…that RICO? Hell no! It’s here to stay my friend!

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      • You know, I approve of almost no remakes. Zero ever.

        But:

        That is a movie for which I could envision a good remake — especially a Stanley Kubrick-esque one. I think there were untapped potentials in it, due to haste, the era in which it was produced, and its limited budget. Its special effects could withstand improvement. But mainly its psychological dimensions.

        The only classic I’d sit still for a remake of.

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        • I don’t know what youse mugs is talkin’ about, I was talkin’ about the last line of dialog spoken by Edward G. Robinson in Little Ceaser see…”Mother of Mercy! Is this the end of Rico?” Well ya mugs is it?

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  1304. Because I have all the Answers now that “Ask IMAO anything” is on summer hiatus.

    Commenting on previous comments, while adding to the total number of comments does not affect the numerical position of comments previously commented.

    Why yes, yes it would pep me up some if you… did what you had a mind to… ah, do.

    In 2525 women may not have survived.

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  1312. Coming soon – a giant sign on the moon. It will say…

    My goal is to have my writings so well “loved” they’re forced upon schoolchildren and openly mocked by critics whom I have no respect for, due to their innate lack of talent.

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  1363. ADA guidelines, otherwise we would lose our liquor licence.

    And once again I am foiled by a system that tells me I can reply to a specific comment and then dumps it at the end of all the comments. I am deepressed.

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  1365. Ok, you guys have lost me. I’m just an unfrozen caveman librarian and your modern internet knowledge frightens me. What are these witches and warlock flash-drive mob you speak of? Do they hurt?

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  1383. The future: Hi, I’m Ilhan Omar. I got thrown out of congress but because of Somalian Exceptionalism I have become the first female Somalian Muslim astronaut. Yes, I’m still my wearing hijab under my space helmet. I really hate it that people can’t see it . Right now I’m wearing the rainbow colored hijab Obama gave me when I first won congress. I just hope all of my Somalian Pirate friends accept me for who I am. I am currently community organizing on the moon. I’m naming this place on the moon New Mecca. I even found an even bigger piece of meteorite to pray to. I pray people will stop calling me a Samoan. I’m Somalian!
    Allah akbar!

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    • Did you know a chameleon can change into all rainbow colors if it wants to? I guess there are gay lizards. I’ve always wondered about that little Geico Gecko lizard. He’s gay. I demand reparations from that company, even though I have never used them.

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  1389. Coming soon – a giant sign on the moon. It will say…

    Reducing wisdom to a slogan is the lazy man’s way out of understanding the real meaning of philosophical exploration. Kant observed in his seminal work…

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      • When Mark Antony asks the people of Rome to lend him their ears in William Shakespeare’s play Julius Caesar, he is employing the rhetorical device known as metonymy. Derived via Latin from Greek metonymia (from meta-, meaning “among,” with, or after, and onyma, meaning “name”), metonymy often appears in news articles and headlines, as when journalists use the term “crown” to refer to a king or queen. Another common example is the use of an author’s name to refer to works written by that person, as in “He is studying Hemingway.” Metonymy is closely related to synecdoche, which refers to the naming of a part of something to refer to the whole thing (or vice versa), as in “We hired extra hands to help us.

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  1397. Coming soon – a giant sign on the moon. It will say…

    It’s true that we don’t know what we’ve got until we lose it, but it’s also true that we don’t know what we’ve been missing until it arrives.

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  1413. With the moon being (on average) 250,000 miles away from Earth,
    there are enough moon sign posts here to have one about every hundred miles from here to there.

    Burma Shave, eat your heart out!

    Astronauts, sit back and enjoy the read.

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  1419. Coming soon – a giant sign on the moon. It will say…

    I miss you more than Michael Bay missed the mark, when he made Pearl Harbor. I miss you more than that movie missed the point, and that’s an awful lot girl. Now, you’ve gone away, and all I’m trying to say, is, Pearl Harbor sucked and I miss you. I need you like Ben Affleck needs acting school, he was terrible in that film. I need you like Cuba Gooding needed a bigger part, he’s a way better actor than Ben Affleck. Now, all I can think about is your smile, and that sh**ty movie! Pearl Harbor sucked and I miss you. Why does Michael Bay get to keep on making movies? I guess Pearl Harbor sucked, just a little bit more than I miss you.

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  1424. Coming soon – a giant sign on the moon. It will say…

    A bullet will go about 6 times farther on the Moon than on Earth. I’m pretty sure my .220 cartridge will go all the way around the moon at least one time so stay out of my way when I’m shooting target boards with Obama’s face on it.

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  1425. Coming soon – a giant sign on the moon. It will say…

    I would trust gas station sushi that’s a week past its expiration date before I would trust George Soros or any Dem Candidate…or any electric charge station on the moon for my rover.

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    • zzyzx: What happened to the walruskkkch I used to know? Where’s the spirit? Where’s the guts, huh? This could be the greatest posting opportunity of our lives, but you’re gonna let it be the worst. “Ooh, we’re afraid to post with you zzyzx, we might get in trouble.” Well just kiss my ass from now on! Not me! I’m not gonna take this. Shiff, he’s a dead man! Pelosi, dead! Schummer…

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  1437. Hey, I’m still here. I just had to make enough pop corn (Or is that Corn Pop these days?) for the spectacle. I love it that Trump invited them all out on the limb and then cut it off behind them. Release the Conversation! OK. Release the complaint! OK. Let the “Whistle-blower” (Although technically she ain’t one.) testify! OK. And all this will show what? Nothing except that Joe Biden is guilty. Just like he and his boss are the true guilty party with the “Russian collusion” attempted Coup. I tell you I am deeepressed about that but this Impeachment stunt? (And it is a stunt unless they actually vote on actually STARTING an OFFICIAL investigation) I will enjoy watching the petard blow up and seeing who gets blown up with them.

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  1439. You said, “I will enjoy watching the petard blow up and seeing who gets blown up with them.” Here’s my thoughts on that subject…Trump will be hurt, but so will Biden, because the left of his party hates him as much as they hate all the other so called “Democrat Moderates” and almost as much as they hate Trump. So their allies in the media will bring up Joe’s son and his activities almost as much as they’ll bring up Trump’s dealings with the Ukrainians. I think the winner in all this mess will be Elizabeth Warren. I think she will end up as the Democratic nominee. And she could win the election too depending on how much chaos there is within the Moderate Democrat and the Republican ranks when this mess is finally over. In other words…I don’t see a bright future ahead for the nation. Hope I’m wrong.

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  1440. You shouldn’t worry.
    The world financial system is going to collapse soon under the weight of more debt than there is money.

    Just enjoy Trump hoisting the Dems on their own retard.

    Coming Soon – A Giant Sign on the Moon. It Will Say…
    The Earth may be boned but Hillary Clinton will never be POTUS.

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  1441. If there was a there there I would worry for Trump but there isn’t. This is similar to the fraud of Ford v Kavanaugh tempest. Basically you have a “Whistle-Blower” that heard some things from some anonymous sources that supposedly indicate that Trump did something possibly illegal. Was she personal witness to this? No? Will she reveal who provided her the information? No. WIll she reveal her connections to the Democrat party and Hillary Clinton? No. Will the media report her support prior to the release of this “Information” from left wing Anti-Trump groups and benefactors? No. Will the media call for the heads of the 3 senators who directly and publicly said they would work to cut off aid if Ukraine didn’t investigate Trump? No.

    I could go on but the only real way Trump is in any “Trouble” over this is the extent the MSM and the Liberals can bamboozle the public and have them accept this fantasy as rising to the level of an impeachable offense. While a possibility I would say that’s a low probability. If they want to waste some more months on fruitless “Investigations” to get “to the bottom of this” let them. The public in general doesn’t care. These people think the entire world thinks the same way they do inside the beltway and luckily they don’t.

    Remember that guy, what’s his name… oh yeah, Mueller. Remember how his report was finally going to bring down the President? Well this stuff has even less of a basis than that hope. What is less than a nothing burger?

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  1451. Coming soon – a giant sign on the moon. It will say…

    First they came for the socialists, and I did not speak out—
    because I was not a socialist. Since then everything’s been pretty good, plus no socialists!

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  1461. Coming soon – a giant sign on the moon. It will say…

    Any politician who starts shouting election-year demagoguery about the rich and the poor should be asked, “What about the other 90 percent of the people?

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  1465. Coming soon – a giant sign on the moon. It will say…

    Heaven is where the police are British, the chefs Italian, the mechanics German, the lovers French and it is all organized by the Swiss. Hell is where the police are German, the chefs British, the mechanics French, the lovers Swiss, and it is all organized by the Italians.

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  1543. Coming soon – a giant sign on the moon. It will say…

    Southerners don’t mind blacks being nearby, as long as they’re not uppity. Northerners don’t mind blacks being uppity, as long as they’re not nearby.

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    • Can you blame her…the place is surrounded by fields of poisonous poppies. The residents of Oz are all brainwashed idiots who follow a cult leader they refer to as the wizard. The wizard is a tyrannical megalomaniac who nearly got her killed on a mission to assassinate a witch. The only friends she had are all freaks and the “good” witch always knew, and never told her, that she always had the power to go home by merely clicking her heels together. All in all a bum trip.

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  1581. Coming soon – a giant sign on the moon. It will say…

    To say “I accept” in an age like our own is to say that you accept concentration-camps, rubber truncheons, Pol Pot, Stalin, bombs, airplanes, tinned food, machine guns, putsches, purges, Democrat slogans, Antifa, submarines, spies, provocateurs, press-censorship, secret prisons, aspirins, Hollywood films and political correctness.

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  1617. Coming soon – a giant sign on the moon. It will say…

    Jesus could turn water into wine. Why, if he wanted to, he could turn wheat into marijuana, vitamin pills into amphetamines, and sugar into crack cocaine. That is so cool…but against the law!

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  1664. Coming soon – a giant sign on the moon. It will say…

    Drug misuse is not a disease, it is a decision, like the decision to step out in front of a moving car. You would call that not a disease but an error of judgment.

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  1667. Coming soon – a giant sign on the moon. It will say…

    According to a new survey, women say they feel more comfortable undressing in front of men than they do undressing in front of other women. They say that women are too judgmental, where, of course, men are just grateful.

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  1705. Coming soon – a giant sign on the moon. It will say…

    They say that what we spend on groceries in one week could feed a person in a third world country for a year. This makes me think that I’m being greatly over-charged.

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  1720. Coming soon — a giant sign on the moon. It will say..

    They’ll kill us if they can, walrus. Every year they grow smaller. Every year they hate us more. We must not remind them that giants walk the earth.

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  1740. Magic Johnson? You doesn’t have to call him Magic Johnson. You can call him Earvin Magic Johnson Jr. Or you can call him Earvin J. Jr. Or you can call him E. Magic Johnson Jr…..but you doesn’t have to call him Magic.

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