Speak Up, Speak Up, The Buggers At The Back Can't Hear
As the brutal religious force of Gawdi Brown-Arse rallied the congregation and claimed victory through the clap for four minute wonders there was heard one small voice from the gutter-press ( just before he was taken away).
This small voice pleaded for reasonable definitions of the words by the Prezzi-Brutarian Brown. This just before he was finally escorted into a "Brand New Big Tent" he was reported as yelling : " No, No, there are no tent pegs and the wind is a-coming-up-agin. I will not be collapsed into this postmodern doom".
With this in mind your duty-bound and moral Zola must Accuse yet again.
The Gawdi-Prezzi-Brutarian must define his terms in his postmodern way of refusing International(ism) politics.
Zola asked from a Labour supporter. The reply was simple and it was :-
" The Brutarian does not do International stuff.
- The Brutarian does not even do Glocalisation ( knows not what it means)
- The Brutarian refuses definitions on Globalisation and wobbles thereby.
- What the Gawdi-Brown Prezzi-Brutarian does do is GROBALISATION.
This is the Pink revolution that finally brings in the wets?
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
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A BBC News Magazine Monitor thread of suggestions for a British National Motto includes
IN GORD WE TRUST
All this grobaloney
makes me grobalistic.
A grobble? To grobble?
Like 'Vavavoom'
What (exactly) is it?
I second that, lav. Come on zola, show yourself!
Hope you are well, Zola. Missing you.
After three weeks' unexplained silence, Zola's resurgence is anxiously awaited. Do please give us some news soon. We are very anxious about you, and hope all is well - or at least on the mend.
Sori : I buggered a beadle and got caught at it.
Should have had a better pension plan guess.
Anyway it felt ok and the beadle smiled so I can not be as criminal as Herra Straw.
Seriously I have been otherwise. In the other-worlds.
I have permission to visit this site three times per week.
Shit I have only two visits left and now one of those is gone.
Do I get a Nobel Prize for that?
BTW Have cleared fallen leaves as the snow will fall. The squirrels are moving mad right now. After the magic mushrooms it is time to make a winter nest. Getting cold it is but the wood stock is made.
As Becket said : it passes the time.
It passes the time.
it passes time
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