TGNY
Reged: Jan 20 2007
Posts: 18
Loc: NYC
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Thanks, but no thanks, I'm not into gay bars (NTTIAWWT). It's creepy over there and there are no girls.
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remember
Reged: Nov 09 2008
Posts: 42
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- Mike Rooney
Mon Coeur S'ouvre A Ta Voix
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remember
Reged: Nov 09 2008
Posts: 42
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Thanks, but no thanks, I'm not into gay bars (NTTIAWWT). It's creepy over there and there are no girls.
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- Mike Rooney
Mon Coeur S'ouvre A Ta Voix
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mhole
Reged: Nov 11 2008
Posts: 7
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Geeze.
Someone's a little aggressive. Even with options.
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Eric_Paulson
Reged: Feb 12 2007
Posts: 32
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done.
I was here for the entertainment value originally.
Became a reality show too quickly.
See what you get for inviting me?
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calvin
Reged: Apr 29 2002
Posts: 2388
Loc: NW Ohio
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Eric, who loves ya?
I mean besides your wife and immediate relatives.
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Remodeling Contractor just outside the Glass City
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calvin
Reged: Apr 29 2002
Posts: 2388
Loc: NW Ohio
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Hey Mike,
Please remove or change the #%!&*^$ in #%!&*^$ tards.
thanks.
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Remodeling Contractor just outside the Glass City
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splintergroupie
Reged: Nov 08 2008
Posts: 83
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I didn't even sign in with a new identity yesterday and feel like i somehow let the team down. I'd like to say i'm boycotting Taunton, but i've been noticing it's more like...well, it's like writing that Dear-John letter to someone who was great in bed, but would never bring a bottle of wine when he came to dinner. You miss the sizzle a lot at first, but then notice there are fewer dishes to do, no splash on the cabinet next to the toilet, then you start cleaning the gutters and next thing you know you've lost ten pounds and picked up a diploma in International Studies.
Besides, i've decided to devote myself utterly to someone who quotes both Cohen and Pearse. There was a boy from Ulster who played uillean pipes and introduced me to Paddy Kavanagh's "Raglan Road", a cautionary tale about icon building in case this thing between us doesn't work out:
On Raglan Road on an autumn day
I saw her first and knew
That her dark hair would weave a snare
That I might someday rue
I saw the danger
Yet I walked
Along the enchanted way
And I said, let grief be a fallen leaf
At the dawning of the day
On Grafton Street in November
We tripped lightly along the ledge
Of the deep ravine
Where can be seen
The worth of passion's pledge
The Queen of Hearts still making tarts
And I not making hay
Oh I loved too much
And by such and such
Is happiness thrown away
I gave her gifts of the mind
I gave her the secret sign
That's known to the artists
Who have known the true gods of sound and stone
And word and tint, I did not stint,
I gave her poems to say.
With her own name there and her own dark hair
Like clouds over fields of May.
On a quiet street where old ghosts meet
I see her walking now
Away from me so hurriedly my reason must allow
That I had wooed not as I should
A creature made of clay -
When the angel woos the clay he'd lose
His wings at the dawning of the day.
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splintergroupie
Reged: Nov 08 2008
Posts: 83
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I miss our discussions on Galt ;-)
Think we ought to tell him that Objectivism and Christianity are mutually exclusive?
Somebody tell me if another thread besides this one starts anywhere... 
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calvin
Reged: Apr 29 2002
Posts: 2388
Loc: NW Ohio
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Thanks Mike.
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Remodeling Contractor just outside the Glass City
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JHOLE
Reged: Nov 08 2008
Posts: 258
Loc: Oregon. Ohio
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I don't know what the hell else you're talkin' about, but wine's cool with me.
I thought you liked the beer.
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Eric_Paulson
Reged: Feb 12 2007
Posts: 32
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Eric, who loves ya?
I mean besides your wife and immediate relatives.
The chosen few Calvin............or the unfortunate few. I forget.
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splintergroupie
Reged: Nov 08 2008
Posts: 83
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I thought you liked the beer.
Beer...wine...chocolates from the Dollar Store...i'm easy.
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remember
Reged: Nov 09 2008
Posts: 42
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I've not the wind to play the pipes or even a penny-whistle, but I muck about on guitar a bit.
I'd have posted this at BT today if I still thought there was any point.
WHEN MARGARET WAS ELEVEN
(Pete St. John)
My father sailed away, and the band played tunes of glory
A giant man with ribbons and bedeviled dignity.
A regimental sergeant the back bone of the Empire
For God and righteous glory, bound for High Germany.
Chorus:
Sweet Lord I was just seven, when Margaret was eleven,
They served us war for breakfast and soldiers songs for tea
Your father's gone campaignin' was a way of not explainin'
That soldiers are the living proof of our inhumanity
My childhood passed away midst tales and lurid stories
Of manufactured glories and inhuman gallantry
I asked "when is war over?" But no one deemed to answer me
And Margaret played the dreaded tune called High Germany.
Chorus:
Sweet Lord I was just seven, when Margaret was eleven,
They served us war for breakfast and soldiers songs for tea
Your father's gone campaignin' was a way of not explainin'
That soldiers are the living proof of our inhumanity
My father made it home but he came without his reason
Two eyes of molten madness a senseless fool of war
He's just a child - my mother cried to be dressed in full regalia
And paraded as a hero home from High Germany.
Chorus:
Sweet Lord I was just seven, when Margaret was eleven,
They served us war for breakfast and soldiers songs for tea
Your father's gone campaignin' was a way of not explainin'
That soldiers are the living proof of our inhumanity
There were tunes of glory for Margaret and me
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- Mike Rooney
Mon Coeur S'ouvre A Ta Voix
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PIFFIN
Reged: Apr 29 2002
Posts: 94
Loc: Island in Maine
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It was pretty tame wasn't it?
I've had it in the back of my mind, that one thing Galt and certain characters did in the storey line that made my point was to opt out, go underground if you will.
So is quittin time Galtville?
Hey look - over to the right - there is a new icon ad up. Some guy that does copper work... 
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Excellence is its own reward!
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PIFFIN
Reged: Apr 29 2002
Posts: 94
Loc: Island in Maine
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"tell him that Objectivism and Christianity are mutually exclusive"
One of the things you were missing is that you were trying to talk objectivism while I was on john Galt and his actions -0 or lack of them.
I attempted to make a point that a certain kind of person KNOWS what their limit is for tolerating certain things and knows when they will opt out. How interesting is it that with regards to the structure of Taunton, this incident has helped you define where that line is for yourself?
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Excellence is its own reward!
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PIFFIN
Reged: Apr 29 2002
Posts: 94
Loc: Island in Maine
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Beer...wine...chocolates from the Dollar Store...i'm easy.
We know
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Excellence is its own reward!
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TGNY
Reged: Jan 20 2007
Posts: 18
Loc: NYC
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No hard feelings.
I wonder what Ayn Rand's take would have been on Joe the Galt, uhh, Asterix the Gaul, uhh...Joe the Hartmann...uhh...
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splintergroupie
Reged: Nov 08 2008
Posts: 83
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Thank-you; i can't recall ever hearing that. Happy Veterans Day, eh?
I do know "the dreaded tune called High Germany" which conveniently has my name in it:
Oh colleen, love, oh colleen love, the rout has now begun,
And I must go a-marching to the beating of a drum.
Come, dress your self all in your best and come along with me
And I'll take you to the wars, me love, in High Germany.
Your song is very much in the spirit of "The Band Played Waltzing Matilda" about the blood-price the Aussie troops paid at Gallipoli to erase the stain of their convict heritage:
How well I remember that terrible day,
Our blood stained the sand and the water
And of how in that hell that they called Suvla Bay
We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter.
Johnny Turk, he was ready, he primed himself well.
He showered us with bullets, he rained us with shells,
And in five minutes flat, he'd blown us all to hell,
Nearly blew us back home to Australia.
And the band played Waltzing Matilda,
As we stopped to bury our slain,
We buried ours, and the Turks buried theirs,
And we started all over again.
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FatRoman
Reged: Nov 09 2008
Posts: 6
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Isn't Kavanagh splendid? I still remember chancing upon Epic while on my way to Donegal.
I have lived in important places, times
When great events were decided, who owned
That half a rood of rock, a no-man's land
Surrounded by our pitchfork-armed claims...
Had forgotten that he was responsible for Raglan Road, too.
The Van Morrison/Chieftans version is lovely.
Thanks for causing me to dig my Kavanagh book out 
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