War, Famine, Pestilence, Death and;

Arrogance

No, Father Tyme.

Stupidity.

The Dark Wraith, for his own edification, was rather hoping for something a little more ominous in the fifth horseman.

I don't know 'bout the rest of earth, but I am not going out like THAT.

Fifth jackass.

Indeed, Lynn, it does have the unmistakable smell of a rather less than noble ending, doesn't it?

I suppose that if someone were to play some dramatic music as we go down, it might make the whole sordid affair a tad more palatable; but still...

The Dark Wraith should probably see if someone can at least get the President to have a look of shock and awe on his face as all Hell breaks loose.

Musical Finale?

The last few moments from -

Also Spracht Zarathustra.

Hmmph. The only music I hear when looking upon this is the theme to the Howdy Doody Show.

Zarathustra talk is ironic while talking about the death of man. Thats for sure.

That book was an exercise in sheer repudiation of will! Ok I did not make that joke up. I stole it. But I gots nuthin.

Now Dark Wraith, good morning and thank you for your thorough response at my blog. I wont rehash my concerns here regarding apprehension and liberal sex morality but should you become busy, I would like you to just know for the record that in no way does asking about apprehension and intentions mean I condone bathroom sex potentially in front of minors.

I also might have read too much into the "permissive" points regarding the left, but I agree that as you noted BOTH sides use the other's supposed posture (wide stance? Ouch, bad joke) as assurances of their capacity for destroying society.

To hear the right talk with their crazy "man on dog" descriptives- liberals stand for orgiastic farm animal dionysian promiscuity festivals. To hear the left, it sounds like Tammy Wynette and a Missionary position imperative.

Invisible Woman relayed this joke, funny even the tenth time you hear it. Why dont wingnuts have sex standing up? Somebody might see and think they are dancing.

I hear you on this game, I really do. But in mentioning it in the context of a debate about legal standards at first read seemed to be a subtle jab at the misapplication of the "consenting adults" remark. Which I went to great lengths to clairfy.

Lest Dark Wraith, or others, mischaracterize my questions as a defense of sorts. And truth be told, it doesn't help that I am about as flirtatious as my bread machine. Its new blog territory.

"The Dark Wraith, for his own edification, was rather hoping for something a little more ominous in the fifth horseman."

Well Dr., if it's any consolation, consider this from J.W. von Goethe:

"Nothing is more terrible than to see ignorance in action. "

Shit, I'm afraid he might be right.

Good morning, DW.

You did a fantastic job in dubbing Dubya into the graphic. Really top notch.

Lynn, via IW...Hahahahahaackkk...thud.

Trog! Am I to understand you just called me a hack?

In my circle, thats like saying "your momma's like a hardware store."
There are few words that prickle the neck hairs of elitist sensibilitites like the word "hack". Unless you mean a web code shortcut, in which case you are abundantly clever and the secret blog writers share knowing looks.

Fortunately, I have no elitist sensibilitites so hack is just funny to me.

The Dark Wraith should probably leave the room for a while.

Indeed, Dark Wraith. Ahem.

I've already been hacked half to death today; Enough mit der hakink!

Do elaborate Trog for those of us out of the loop. What tragedy has befallen you?

...it seems that it has provided sufficient trauma to render you biverbal!

My apologies, Lynn. This should explain all! Skim down toward the last 1/3 of the comments.

Oh, ok. I got it. The castration stuff and polka music.

..it seems that it has provided sufficient trauma to render you biverbal!

Now you know why I giggled after reading your comment! Hell, I hope I still have my biverbals when it's all said and done!

"biverbals?"

Lynn,
Glad you got that reference to Zarathustra.
I thought it might be a little too - obscure?

Obscure? This is The Dark Wraith Forums, where obscurity is the order of the day.

Where else can you drink tea in your nihilist china? Tacky, black, and fulla cracks.

Biverbals is my made up word for linguistimorphing. Like when my friend starts to rant at me in English then somewhere switches over to Spanish mid stream. (I think she is making fun of my outfits to her family, so there is an element of protection?)

Or me, trying to speak French but somehow creating a hybrid until eventually giving up and just speaking English. Fortunately, the French understood.

I think I accidentally "declared" a whole truckload of electronics though.

The Dark Wraith could publish a best-selling book just from the comments at this joint.

Lynn, is not "French" now officially referred to as "Freedomese"?

With Bush's blood lust flowing across the earth it makes me wonder if he is the person we have been warned about in the Book of Revelations. His skull needs to be checked for digits.

From what I understand, we on the left have no aptitude for Freedomese either. We are traitors, you know. America haters.

One blog refers to us as "bloggers of sedition and sexmania".

As to Brooke's ominous remark, I thought that the GOP reign was one of the plagues????? Get thee to Wraith's Apocatrailer! Post haste!!

Lynn: Don't be frightened! Our dear Professor has previously advised that we will be provided with underground tunnels for our sanctuary when the end draws near. And if I recall correctly, it is completely stocked with tasty snacks. But I must warn y'all -- I don't do dishes and I talk in my sleep. Oh! And if I take off my tinfoil bra, I'm only trying to improve the reception on the television. I'd hate to miss a rerun of the Adams Family.

I'm losing my mind. It must be 3:00 Eastern Standard Time. Where's the coffee? :-)

With Bush's blood lust flowing across the earth it makes me wonder if he is the person we have been warned about in the Book of Revelations. His skull needs to be checked for digits.

"Is there a Proctologist in the house?"

"Is there a Proctologist in the house?"

You put your left hand in, you take your left hand out, you do the Hokey Pokey ...

I burned my tinfoil bra.

Just sayin'.

I burned my tinfoil bra.

Wow, I'm picturing Jiffy Pop, only in Stereo!

I have got to buy better booze for this place.

And an escape hatch.

Bivalved Gerbils= biverbals! It's all becoming clear to me.

Careful with that Jiffy Pop, trog. There's a post over at Huffington's that says the fumes from the buttery stuff they put on it caused cancer.
So don't breathe when you eat it.

You been warned!

Duly noted.

would you trust your life to this airline's maintenance methods?

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/20590374/

Goat sacrifice!?!
In view of the goat's close relationship to sheep, PoLT asks for a period of mourning.
Okay. Mourning is over.
What was that "SPROING!" sound? Did somebody remove their bra?

No, silly, that was the keymaster opening the escape hatch for the Professor. He's making a booze run.

I pop my popcorn OVER the burning tin foil bra.

I might add an occasional unused college textbook or tiny print prospectus...just to taunt the Wraith.

Nothing burns like the junk mail of the diversified!

Notice that he collects for these booze runs, but the booze is not forthcoming? Brooke- look into this!

I would- but I fear my taunts have disabused him of placing reckless confidences. I am out of the booze oversight loop- condemned to swig off Trog's castaways.

I have a new post coming up in a few hours, but there is clear and compelling evidence that I need to have an open thread within the next 24 hours lest this place burn to the ground.

The Dark Wraith gets busy.

Wraith,

*Blush* Thank you for the hat-tip in your second update on the article posted below.

(Lucky that I grabbed the post off the cache when I did. Whew!)

Lynn,
I don't know if you do this or know it but there are two kinds of junk mail today. There's the original, send everything they can to "occupant" and the specific addressed stuff that sometimes contains an addressee locator bar.
We take every bit of junk mail, irrespective of provider and stuff them, usually ripped, into the postage paid envelopes and return them with our compliments and "please dispose of properly" on the outside of the envelope.
The ones with the tracking bar has the bar cut out and pasted over with duct or masking tape but suffers the same fate as the occupant junk (names and addresses removed on inside mail first, of course).

And about the booze you don't seem to be getting, didn't he send you the special electronic straw? MMMM! Tastes great and is less filling!

trog,
I'm thinking about a major assault on the conservative poser at another blog. I'm sure someone reads this to him since he can only read as well as he types. He's really a piece of dung and I'd really, really love to meet him face to whatever he uses as one.
I think we'd get along just fine .... for a few nanoseconds. Sorry about the rant, but I've become very attached to a number of commenters here (and there) and don't like the way things are going.
Sorry, DW. Just my time of the month. Gotta get some pills from my wife.

Good morning, Padre.

Short note as a headache has just crept up, but really, Ol' Nutbar over there really is less than formidable. It's like smackin' a high school kid around. I truly wish he were better at trolling; his poorly aimed retorts kinda throw me off my game, like an unneeded left hook, 'cause the jab knocked him on his ass!

He's not worth contempt...merely shit N giggles.

Go easy on those Midol, Crampaw!

Say, trog69,

I read your response here, then over there. So when do you want to get together and watch? Or do we do rock, paper, scissors to see who goes first!

Gotta fly, now!

Age before...umm somethin' or somethin'.

Speaking of which, should Foiled Goil grace this post with her bad self, man she shore laid the wood to our poor befuddled shuttlecock.

FG, you do realize, I'm sure, that I had no idea about former presidents and offices held after serving, nor did I have any intention of looking anything up. I just planned on going "nuh-uh" to his(her?) every attempt to prove me wrong. And you had to go and whip his ass at his own game. Who the JELL(spanish) do you think you are, anyway! Good Job!