Conquer Club

Recently, after reading through some rather controversial subjects, I have found myself spitting my tofu onto my sandals.

Some of your rather lewd opinions serve as only barbaric and insensitive commercials of hatred.....Believe me, I've needed a number of herbal tea's to calm my nerves.

The zenophobic attitudes of some people make me whimper into my little napkin.....We are all human beings, you know. I see as as being a transmogrified field of love and energy! We are all the same.

The other day, I awoke to find a hurly-burly bunch of ethnic chaps get off of their tourist coach, to explore my town. I opened my window, and rained them with a treat of peanuts and banana-chips, and watched as they joyously enjoyed their mid-morning snack, waving, their big lips smiling happily. I cry.

Why can't we all just get along, eh?

Why all the hurt? Why all the pain? Some of londons ethnic population are the hungriest, most deprived I have ever seen. I see them in Londons tube stations, with those searchin, lost eyes....I ask them for tube directions, and they look at me as though I'm speaking a foreign language, poor things, probably too hungry to gasp a breath....One day I invited a few of these lost soles into my commune, and shared a bargain bucket from KFC with them...We ate the good food and sang songs of rejoice! I cry.



I then saw a post questioning my integrity! so Shocked I was, that I lost my footing from my 'tadasana' position, and fell from my yoga mat. I had to massage my big toe for ages to sooth my poor little head (I learned this from my reflexology seminars). Now I, like my apathetic brothers in south africa am being persecuted for my beliefs???

I'm so mad, that I could squeeze a grape! Or at least rip a sheet of paper in half.

Some people ask me "what am I on?"

Well Im currently on a beautiful hand woven throw over...It was made by poor but happy Incan women....They danced and sang....And I, choked by the beauty and warmth of human spirit, cried.

oh Norse how very commendable you are. i never thought you cared.



British humour sick and twisted, the best in the world.

I don't think you need worry too much about Zenophobia: most of the people here haven't even heard of Zeno or his paradoxes, so they aren't too afraid of him.

Xenophobia, however....

These liberal hippy cants make me facking sick. WIth their reiki and their beansprout muesli and their insistence on treating wogs and polacks the same as us. They are killing this great country.
I got up this morning, shaved my head, polished the swastika tattooed on my throat, pulled on my wifebeater and went to buy some great british milk. I get in the shop and it's only run by a fackin paki, innit? 'That should be a white behind that counter you caaaant,' i screamed as i banged his head off the cash register. The bloody cheek of the man, standing there running his business. Coming in here, stealing our great british jobs. Cant.
So I went to the shop next door. 'Thank fackin christ, you're white,' i says.
'Vot vould you like dis morning?' he replies. Fack me, he's only a fackin scrounging polish cant! Well, I kicked his head in good and proper with my size 10 docs. Robbed his poxy shop, stamped on his jaw and stabbed him in the liver. How dare he come over here and condescend to me? Putting great british workers out on the street, destitute and homeless. Makes me facking sick.
Then I took my great british pitbull, Littlejohn, for a walk. Ended up at the pub and watched the football. A few black fellas in the english team but they don't talk like proper wogs, at least.
We won. I celebrated with a couple of heil hitlers and a lovely cold pint of great british lager.

The end.

was the Brtish lager Hieneken or Carsleberg.

DAZMCFC wrote:was the Brtish lager Hieneken or Carsleberg.

Carling. Now fack off.

heavycola wrote:These liberal hippy cants make me facking sick. WIth their reiki and their beansprout muesli and their insistence on treating wogs and polacks the same as us. They are killing this great country.
I got up this morning, shaved my head, polished the swastika tattooed on my throat, pulled on my wifebeater and went to buy some great british milk. I get in the shop and it's only run by a fackin paki, innit? 'That should be a white behind that counter you caaaant,' i screamed as i banged his head off the cash register. The bloody cheek of the man, standing there running his business. Coming in here, stealing our great british jobs. Cant.
So I went to the shop next door. 'Thank fackin christ, you're white,' i says.
'Vot vould you like dis morning?' he replies. Fack me, he's only a fackin scrounging polish cant! Well, I kicked his head in good and proper with my size 10 docs. Robbed his poxy shop, stamped on his jaw and stabbed him in the liver. How dare he come over here and condescend to me? Putting great british workers out on the street, destitute and homeless. Makes me facking sick.
Then I took my great british pitbull, Littlejohn, for a walk. Ended up at the pub and watched the football. A few black fellas in the english team but they don't talk like proper wogs, at least.
We won. I celebrated with a couple of heil hitlers and a lovely cold pint of great british lager.

The end.

Bloody foreigners, ruining this country. Deport the lot, I say.

Start off with the queen.

Norse wrote:Recently, after reading through some rather controversial subjects, I have found myself spitting my tofu onto my sandals.

Some of your rather lewd opinions serve as only barbaric and insensitive commercials of hatred.....Believe me, I've needed a number of herbal tea's to calm my nerves.

The zenophobic attitudes of some people make me whimper into my little napkin.....We are all human beings, you know. I see as as being a transmogrified field of love and energy! We are all the same.

The other day, I awoke to find a hurly-burly bunch of ethnic chaps get off of their tourist coach, to explore my town. I opened my window, and rained them with a treat of peanuts and banana-chips, and watched as they joyously enjoyed their mid-morning snack, waving, their big lips smiling happily. I cry.

Why can't we all just get along, eh?

Why all the hurt? Why all the pain? Some of londons ethnic population are the hungriest, most deprived I have ever seen. I see them in Londons tube stations, with those searchin, lost eyes....I ask them for tube directions, and they look at me as though I'm speaking a foreign language, poor things, probably too hungry to gasp a breath....One day I invited a few of these lost soles into my commune, and shared a bargain bucket from KFC with them...We ate the good food and sang songs of rejoice! I cry.



I then saw a post questioning my integrity! so Shocked I was, that I lost my footing from my 'tadasana' position, and fell from my yoga mat. I had to massage my big toe for ages to sooth my poor little head (I learned this from my reflexology seminars). Now I, like my apathetic brothers in south africa am being persecuted for my beliefs???

I'm so mad, that I could squeeze a grape! Or at least rip a sheet of paper in half.

Some people ask me "what am I on?"

Well Im currently on a beautiful hand woven throw over...It was made by poor but happy Incan women....They danced and sang....And I, choked by the beauty and warmth of human spirit, cried.

Enough time to post this bollocks, Norse, but not to respond to reasoned points in the other thread?

Rings of defeat to me...

AlgyTaylor wrote:
Bloody foreigners, ruining this country. Deport the lot, I say.

Start off with the queen.

Which one?

Plantagenet wrote:

AlgyTaylor wrote:
Bloody foreigners, ruining this country. Deport the lot, I say.

Start off with the queen.

Which one?

Barbara Windsor

Plantagenet wrote:I don't think you need worry too much about Zenophobia: most of the people here haven't even heard of Zeno or his paradoxes, so they aren't too afraid of him.

Xenophobia, however....

>_< You stole my reply.

I bet Norse nailed those lost soles right back onto a new shoe.

Ever so sorry for the late reply, I've had quite the adventurous day today.

First I rode my tricycle into town, and visited the fair-trade products shop, then went to oxfam to buy some clothes. I visited a rather charming opera as well, it is about an interracial gay couple, who's strength in the face of diversity leads them to a happy, heart warming embrace..It was really quite touching.

After that, I visited the clinic for disabled, paraplegic ethnic orphans, They're really quite charming children, they all lovingly call me "uncle Tarquin", I bring them fresh fruit, and tell them stories about pixies, magic and rainbows....My favourite one of them is a little chap called Winston, oh my, he has had a really tough time of it. He very rarely speaks, generally just sits there gargling, but occasionally, very occasionally he calls me "arc arc" after listening to the other children call me Uncle Tarquin. Every time I hear him call me "arc arc" I can't help but feel tears well up in my eyes, but I must be strong for him. As I look at his little spazey cock-eyed expression, It fills me up with so much hope for the future, the brave little chap....*sniffle*

Anyway, with regards to your responses, I can't help it that I have pale skin, I look at myself in the mirror sometimes, and uncontrollably whimper....the pain of representing such an insular, closed culture is something that I must face on a daily basis....I remember when I was a child, I would roll about in the mud, and hope that I stayed that colour....My father (who was a green-peace activist) would let me not wash for days upon end, but alas, it would eventually rub off.

But I look to the future as always, and have recently met the lady of my life at a multi-cultural festival. Her name is fanjita, a blind indian lady whome practises hinduism...it really is a rather relaxing and deep practise. I lovingly call her "lakshmi" as she is my deity (I use the word deity rahter than goddesss, as to me it signifies the feminine element, the nurture, love and mothering feelings).

I really try my best to integrate with the cultures in my locality...just the other day, I saw a bunch of black chaps, they were getting into the window of a sports car (I assume that they had lost their keys), one of them approached me, and watered my face with his mouth....and began to speak to me in tongues...something along the lines of "bumbleBlaaardClaaaart, waaart bwoooy Goutmaface nikka"..

It was a rather enlightening experience, I walked away happy that I have connected with yet another one of earths children.

Peace out sisters and brothers.

Plantagenet wrote:I don't think you need worry too much about Zenophobia: most of the people here haven't even heard of Zeno or his paradoxes, so they aren't too afraid of him.

Xenophobia, however....

My one problem, is that I really believe that the fox will catch the hare....but it never does....making me zenophobic.

Norse wrote:

Plantagenet wrote:I don't think you need worry too much about Zenophobia: most of the people here haven't even heard of Zeno or his paradoxes, so they aren't too afraid of him.

Xenophobia, however....

My one problem, is that I really believe that the fox will catch the hare....but it never does....making me zenophobic.

You said other people are zenophobic, not you.

Arbustos wrote:

Norse wrote:

Plantagenet wrote:I don't think you need worry too much about Zenophobia: most of the people here haven't even heard of Zeno or his paradoxes, so they aren't too afraid of him.

Xenophobia, however....

My one problem, is that I really believe that the fox will catch the hare....but it never does....making me zenophobic.

You said other people are zenophobic, not you.

thats what I meant, I was speaking in the 1st person to signify my true bonding with everyone as a human, a child of the earth.

I see us as a collective force of love, thus I can speak for other people in the first person

Norse wrote:

Arbustos wrote:

Norse wrote:

Plantagenet wrote:I don't think you need worry too much about Zenophobia: most of the people here haven't even heard of Zeno or his paradoxes, so they aren't too afraid of him.

Xenophobia, however....

My one problem, is that I really believe that the fox will catch the hare....but it never does....making me zenophobic.

You said other people are zenophobic, not you.

thats what I meant, I was speaking in the 1st person to signify my true bonding with everyone as a human, a child of the earth.

I see us as a collective force of love, thus I can speak for other people in the first person

. . . sure. I see what you mean by liberal.

Arbustos wrote:

Norse wrote:

Arbustos wrote:

Norse wrote:

Plantagenet wrote:I don't think you need worry too much about Zenophobia: most of the people here haven't even heard of Zeno or his paradoxes, so they aren't too afraid of him.

Xenophobia, however....

My one problem, is that I really believe that the fox will catch the hare....but it never does....making me zenophobic.

You said other people are zenophobic, not you.

thats what I meant, I was speaking in the 1st person to signify my true bonding with everyone as a human, a child of the earth.

I see us as a collective force of love, thus I can speak for other people in the first person

. . . sure. I see what you mean by liberal.

Yes.

Jeez, what a conversation-ender. How am I supposed to respond to that?

Arbustos wrote:Jeez, what a conversation-ender. How am I supposed to respond to that?

Maybe with "rolling-eye smillies" and a frustrated comment.

Norse wrote:

Arbustos wrote:Jeez, what a conversation-ender. How am I supposed to respond to that?

Maybe with "rolling-eye smillies" and a frustrated comment.

sigged

Norse wrote:

Plantagenet wrote:I don't think you need worry too much about Zenophobia: most of the people here haven't even heard of Zeno or his paradoxes, so they aren't too afraid of him.

Xenophobia, however....

My one problem, is that I really believe that the fox will catch the hare....but it never does....making me zenophobic.

You mean that Achilles will catch the tortoise. But that sort of error is to be expected from a zenophobe.

Norse wrote:

Arbustos wrote:Jeez, what a conversation-ender. How am I supposed to respond to that?

Maybe with "rolling-eye smillies" and a frustrated comment.

I got pseudo-owned.

Arbustos wrote:

Norse wrote:

Arbustos wrote:Jeez, what a conversation-ender. How am I supposed to respond to that?

Maybe with "rolling-eye smillies" and a frustrated comment.

I got pseudo-owned.

yep and I sigged it

cena-rules wrote:

Arbustos wrote:

Norse wrote:

Arbustos wrote:Jeez, what a conversation-ender. How am I supposed to respond to that?

Maybe with "rolling-eye smillies" and a frustrated comment.

I got pseudo-owned.

yep and I sigged it

I realize that cena. It's not a very good one, though.