a quick poll--need some input
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81 Million to investigate Clinton getting a blow job, 15 Million to investigate the largest loss of life ever on American soil......and that was like pulling teeth 2 years after the fact.
I typed it slow so dumb shits like Marine and UGA could read it.....
Just stick your heads back in the sand Nimrods and go on with your life, you aren't capable of independent thought...
I typed it slow so dumb shits like Marine and UGA could read it.....
Just stick your heads back in the sand Nimrods and go on with your life, you aren't capable of independent thought...
hey jar head,
glad to see you like debate and answer simple questions, what a farce you are ... you must be so proud to know you are a phony and cant comprehend the horrible truth of your heroes ...:mj07:
take this test, neocons, classic
http://www.dothetest.co.uk/
glad to see you like debate and answer simple questions, what a farce you are ... you must be so proud to know you are a phony and cant comprehend the horrible truth of your heroes ...:mj07:
take this test, neocons, classic
http://www.dothetest.co.uk/
hey judge
what about the other questions your feeble mind ducks like your bootlappers ... you are as big a joke as any in this thread; you pretend to be educated but you dont know shit about 9/11 and you expose yourself just like marine--are you gonna run and come back and avoid the truth forever ... why do you keep coming back, to show you are a neocon wussy?:shrug:
ps lets see you pic hangers write a story and post it anywhere, you guys amuse me :mj07:
what about the other questions your feeble mind ducks like your bootlappers ... you are as big a joke as any in this thread; you pretend to be educated but you dont know shit about 9/11 and you expose yourself just like marine--are you gonna run and come back and avoid the truth forever ... why do you keep coming back, to show you are a neocon wussy?:shrug:
ps lets see you pic hangers write a story and post it anywhere, you guys amuse me :mj07:
another test for judge and marine and sheaple
another test for judge and marine and sheaple
http://www.news.com.au/heraldsun/story/0,21985,22556281-661,00.html
another test for judge and marine and sheaple
http://www.news.com.au/heraldsun/story/0,21985,22556281-661,00.html
back to a great 9/11 film
back to a great 9/11 film
http://www.thepentacon.com/PentagonFlyover.htm
sheaple unite, maybe you can convice yourselves we dont exist, tho the way you flee this room, form a little cabal not to return, then come running back to defend the neocons, is priceless.:00hour
back to a great 9/11 film
http://www.thepentacon.com/PentagonFlyover.htm
sheaple unite, maybe you can convice yourselves we dont exist, tho the way you flee this room, form a little cabal not to return, then come running back to defend the neocons, is priceless.:00hour
A cute little story, like this maybe?
GYM CLASS
?Finally, some fresh air, a place to breathe,? I thought, moving down the dank, cement steps leading to the gymnasium. ?Finally a place to show I measure up and am not overwhelmed by meaty text books, foreign language, Shakespeare, and polynomials.?
The sophomore boys? gym class had about fifty kids. I took swift inventory, sizing up many as the goons, out of shapes, and clumsies I dominated during my entire PE class career. I started to feel a bit better about Roosevelt High School. ?Least one period a day, I can stand out in a non negative way.?
We were sitting on the first row of the pulled out bleachers, waiting for something. What it was, I was uncertain. But expectancy seemed to vibrate through the room. Longhaired kids seemed to fidget more than the clean cut ones. I assumed this was because freaks with rock star locks couldn?t hit a ball out of the infield, scramble in the pocket, do fifteen pull-ups, or make a reverse layin?things I could do in my sleep since I was ten years old.
I looked at how my peers were dressed: hiking boots, loafers, or an infrequent pair of tennis shoes. Nike and adidas, the glitz sneaker industry, hadn?t yet arrived. A pair of clean Chuck Taylors was about as good as it got. Pants ranged from Levis to corduroys to an occasional slack sighting. The guys who wore them were up to no good, I figured. Meaning they were trying to impress a teacher, chicks, or anyone who deemed them classy. As for shirts, it varied greatly, some basic white T-shirts, the psychedelic boys trotted out paisley, while the young republicans preferred tucked in button downs with a snazzy belt.
For myself, I had some old desert boots, broken in 501s, and an untucked shirt of some dubious fashion?to my grave untucked.
I spent all sorts of time studying kids? wardrobes during junior high and high school. It amuses me now to think about it because I?ve never been into clothes. But I was always sure I was dressed like a loser, a dork--a season or maybe years behind the stylistic evolutions. So, even if I wasn?t doing anything about it, I wanted to know where I stood. And it was seldom in step.
Abruptly, I felt grinding in the earth?s mantle. Teenage tectonic plates shifted into a semi-respect mode, the fifty boys (the majority pitifully groomed) straightened slightly.
Here he came--unforgettable--mildly hunchbacked, a sour-faced, bespectacled PE Instructor carrying a clipboard. He was not amused. He?d done this a thousand times. It appeared each occasion only pissed him off more.
?My name?s Coach Thrapp,? he snarled. ?If your schedule card does not say Boys? Gym 10a, then you are in the wrong place. If you are in the wrong place, get the hell outta here and find the right place.?
He waited about five seconds until a couple boys realized they?d incorrectly read their class schedules and shuffled out trying to mask their humiliation.
After they left, Coach Thrapp shook his head, disgusted. ?How the hell they gonna get through three years of high school if they can?t even find a damn classroom number stuck over every door.?
A couple kids chuckled. I didn?t. I was too appalled by this guy?s squinty eyes peering out over the top of his glasses, and his overall negativity. I wondered how he would perceive me as I dominated his class, and how I would interact with him.
?Okay!? he jumpstarted his rhetoric, ?this is a semester class. You will be graded on participation. You don?t suit up, that?s your business. Miss three days and your grade drops a full letter. Miss six days, it drops two full grades.? He paused to push up his ever-sliding glasses and pan our worried faces. ?You get the picture.
?Now, about showering. You don?t wanna shower, again, that?s your business. The District imposed a rule saying we can?t force you anymore. So if you want pimples, blackheads, zits, and acne and want to walk around stinking the rest of the day, your underwear clinging to you, and everything else that comes with that foul state, then it?s up to you.?
I was uncomfortable with all the skin eruption talk (I mean, he?d called a blemish every name possible) and what kid wasn?t uneasy with his complexion when he was fifteen? I don?t know if it bothered others but it wasn?t doing my pulse any favors.
All I wanted to hear was: what did he have planned for his curriculum? I knew the September weather looked good for least a couple months of football. I was itching to make like Joe Willie Namath and lead my team up and down the dirt fields tucked behind the gym. That was my plot: to quickly win the guys? respect with my strong, accurate throwing arm--even if I was probably the smallest guy in the class.
?Okay, so you are all probably wondering what we are going to do in here. What games or sports we are going to focus on.?
I watched almost every students? head perk. This was the cream we?d been waiting for.
?Well, the school board has mandated a tumbling curriculum for the first four weeks.? He let that hang there, like a pie plate of shit on the ceiling, while groans circulated. ?We?ll have the mats down for a month. You?ll learn a forward and backward roll. Hell, maybe even a cartwheel for you coordinated ones.?
Coach Thrapp, I?d later learn his first name was Bud, consulted his clipboard and flipped a page. I recall thinking it had to be a stall move because he didn?t find any magic bullet. Just a deadly one.
?After tumbling, we go right into a five week program that will finish up the first quarter.?
Nothing could be worse than tumbling, I thought. I was dying to hear the next event.
?It will entail a rigorous wrestling program,? said Thrapp. ?You will find someone in your weight class and he will be your partner for five weeks. You will be expected to wrestle him each day. Again, you don?t wanna, you can choose to sit on your butt right where you are now and I will flunk you. If your parents don?t care, I certainly don?t.?
My forehead began to excrete substances never before produced. I was stunned beyond words. I glanced around as an anxious murmur circulated.
?Wrestling,? I thought to myself. ?****ing you got to be kidding me?! No way I?m letting some other homo grab my crotch and struggle to pin me, his sweaty face pressed against mine.? I could hardly even picture it. When I tried, it generated shudders.
I then knew my options.
The first few days I tried the tumbling. Stuck the point of my head on the gray, lumpy mats that seemed to be left over from some levee break, and I rolled unceremoniously onto my back, feeling like a complete fool, wondering why anyone in the academic hierarchy would ever think a teenage boy would enjoy this.
Suffice to say, I was not a tumbler. I hated every second. I quickly invented diversions: OCD shoe-tying jags; repeatedly stepping out of line to strategically reposition myself at the rear; and going to the water fountain like a camel planning to cross the Sahara. When we advanced to backward rolls, my neck would ?pop? from strain, then I?d totter--God only knew where I was headed--before landing with a thud on my tailbone. This was a looped nightmare that needed to end and SOON!
So I took action. For one of the first times in my young life I stared authority in the eyes and stopped suiting up. I figured there was no way I was going to participate in wrestling anyhow, and I would flunk regardless of this tumbling charade.
Within a week, there I was, sitting on the wooden bench with other questionable types, potheads, pansies, and losers. We numbered anywhere from three to seven each period. But I was the captain. I came to class every day and sat in my penalty box. Many of the deserters figured out they didn?t need to show up. Instead, they ventured out and got high, or walked to the QFC for snacks. I guess they figured they couldn?t double flunk. I was too na?ve to transport my crumbling self-worth from the confines. I showed up each day and watched the other conformers finish their tumbling stint, after which they reluctantly segued into the wrestling portion of PE 10a.
I watched in horror as bodies were gripped and steamrolled and noses smashed like rudders into those same gray mats. I was glad I?d made this decision, but it didn?t alleviate watching from the sidelines, an outcast, while Bud Thrapp strolled the gym with his whistle, shouting vague instructions concerning reversals and escapes that not one kid understood. Hell, we watched fake wrestling and were only familiar with leg whips and bashing masked villains into turnbuckles.
I might?ve been glad I made this decision. My father, however, wasn?t.
?What the **** is this bullshit?!? cried my dad, seeing my failing gym grade. ?I cannot believe any son of mine could flunk gym!? He was so mad he walked away not even caring for an explanation.
I didn?t ever tell him the truth. I offered nothing but a feeble shrug.
Gym class: a time when young men sweat and circle the track and climb ropes and do squat thrusts, unless you went to Roosevelt High School and had Bud Thrapp strangling you. In such case, you were unfortunate enough to grab boys your age and do oafish somersaults.
I despised it then and it disturbs me now even considering it.
I was young and only wanted to race around and show others I could perform a conventional sport at a high level.
?Why do things always have to be so hard?? I recall thinking as a fifteen-year-old. ?Why can?t we just have fun??
And that is a question, I suppose, kids will ask till the end of time.
Ten years later, I had returned to coach the Roosevelt men?s basketball team. I had revived the program and we qualified for State for the first time in nine years. Bud Thrapp?s never wavering black cloud still hovered over the gymnasium, the compounding years only further embittered him. He treated me cordially enough, although I doubt he even recalled me boycotting his class.
One afternoon, during that same season, he and I ended up in conversation, one in which he imparted his typical doom. ?Roosevelt will never win a State Championship in anything again. That time has long passed. The kids are all losers now. They are no good. Got no character. They are a bunch of punks.? Then he crossed into the cavern of his gym office, grabbing his dented, metal lunchbox, and vanished behind closed doors.
I recall feeling sorry for him, how life had battered him into a relic, into a Cassandra naysayer. Pitying him, I vowed never to turn on kids, on their hopes, but to try to make them realize their dreams.
For that alone, I owe Bud Thrapp much.
Becoming State Champs a month later made it even sweeter.
yeah and the purpose is what, marine?
in ducking the issues of the 9/11 you prove i have won and that your neocon brain is limited ... why dont you get back on track, you embarrass only yourself ... my stories are damn good, anyone who reads them says so ... another thing i find amusing is how obsessed you are in trying to dig into my life ... yes, my name is out there bc i have actually accomplished some modest things ... again i ask you, what have you ever done to help others in this world?
you are trying to redirect the 9/11 into my personal life, you are such a sad, meager person ...
answer the questions i posted, marine, please :00hour ...
you are a coward who runs to jack and whines to have this thread shut down, are you jealous or just frightened this topic has over 30K views ... your mode of debate which you cried about me ducking is all you have ever done ...
you have faced maybe 2% of my questions, yet i have answered every single one of yours, or even gave you a charity one, and then have come back and reduced you to googling my personal life in some vain attempt to "one up me."
You say you don't have time to research 9/11 yet it's obvious you are going deep into my life, reading my stories, and posting them--can you explain this hypocrisy for a man so busy he cant investigate the truth of our murdering, duplicitous gov.? Am I more important than what happened on that day in September? I'm trying to understand how your warped mind works.
all you have accomplished is to look like a buffoon that has no life ... see, marine, i have a full life and love it, but i also know when the neocons and zionists have perpetuated a crime and how our gov. has murdered throughout history using dupes like you to carry guns to pull it off ... marine, have you studied the uss liberty?:shrug:
if you truly dont want to discuss the issues of this thread, then why are you here? I'm not the issue, marine, you cant seem to grasp that bc you have run out of ammo.
admit it:nono:
in ducking the issues of the 9/11 you prove i have won and that your neocon brain is limited ... why dont you get back on track, you embarrass only yourself ... my stories are damn good, anyone who reads them says so ... another thing i find amusing is how obsessed you are in trying to dig into my life ... yes, my name is out there bc i have actually accomplished some modest things ... again i ask you, what have you ever done to help others in this world?
you are trying to redirect the 9/11 into my personal life, you are such a sad, meager person ...
answer the questions i posted, marine, please :00hour ...
you are a coward who runs to jack and whines to have this thread shut down, are you jealous or just frightened this topic has over 30K views ... your mode of debate which you cried about me ducking is all you have ever done ...
you have faced maybe 2% of my questions, yet i have answered every single one of yours, or even gave you a charity one, and then have come back and reduced you to googling my personal life in some vain attempt to "one up me."
You say you don't have time to research 9/11 yet it's obvious you are going deep into my life, reading my stories, and posting them--can you explain this hypocrisy for a man so busy he cant investigate the truth of our murdering, duplicitous gov.? Am I more important than what happened on that day in September? I'm trying to understand how your warped mind works.
all you have accomplished is to look like a buffoon that has no life ... see, marine, i have a full life and love it, but i also know when the neocons and zionists have perpetuated a crime and how our gov. has murdered throughout history using dupes like you to carry guns to pull it off ... marine, have you studied the uss liberty?:shrug:
if you truly dont want to discuss the issues of this thread, then why are you here? I'm not the issue, marine, you cant seem to grasp that bc you have run out of ammo.
admit it:nono:
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please marine, comment on topic?
please marine, comment on topic?
http://youtube.com/watch?v=QocrbaZ7AiU
THE USS LIBERTY EXPOSED... 5 MINUTE CLIP:0corn
please marine, comment on topic?
http://youtube.com/watch?v=QocrbaZ7AiU
THE USS LIBERTY EXPOSED... 5 MINUTE CLIP:0corn
what year is it in your world?
Donk, you are living in a fantasyland and I have told you before, and will tell you again. I suggest you get out and seek help. professional help.
Donk, you are living in a fantasyland and I have told you before, and will tell you again. I suggest you get out and seek help. professional help.
marine,
just curious, is your idea of helping kids in this world to recruit them into your kay griggs world and send them to absorb DU ... YOU MUST BE SO PROUD OF THAT ... do you laugh at them when they leave bc you get a bonus.... do you tell them a half million iraq vets are on disability ... do you lie to them like you do here and deny the gov's culpability in mass murders? no wonder you are a shill, your job requires suckers to die for nothing ...
WMD?--do you still think your precious military puppets like colin powell werent knowingly used or deceitful for their Machiavellian purposes? ... you are one naive or pernicious human being ...
oh yeah, might wanna dig up some dirt from your cohort JUDGE concerning COSTA RICA:mj07:
see, you went into my personal life and felt it was OK bc you publicly asked about strap ons ... you drew firstblood, pal, you dont wanna mess with me ... and you certainly wont address any of my questions on 9/11 so what is your purpose again here? you are scared to debate, we all see it ... so answer those questions i have asked you to face about 20xs:00hour
go find some other poor kid and send him to his death ... shame on you, jar head
just curious, is your idea of helping kids in this world to recruit them into your kay griggs world and send them to absorb DU ... YOU MUST BE SO PROUD OF THAT ... do you laugh at them when they leave bc you get a bonus.... do you tell them a half million iraq vets are on disability ... do you lie to them like you do here and deny the gov's culpability in mass murders? no wonder you are a shill, your job requires suckers to die for nothing ...
WMD?--do you still think your precious military puppets like colin powell werent knowingly used or deceitful for their Machiavellian purposes? ... you are one naive or pernicious human being ...
oh yeah, might wanna dig up some dirt from your cohort JUDGE concerning COSTA RICA:mj07:
see, you went into my personal life and felt it was OK bc you publicly asked about strap ons ... you drew firstblood, pal, you dont wanna mess with me ... and you certainly wont address any of my questions on 9/11 so what is your purpose again here? you are scared to debate, we all see it ... so answer those questions i have asked you to face about 20xs:00hour
go find some other poor kid and send him to his death ... shame on you, jar head
there you go, IO, right on topic like the rest of the clowns ... why dont you phone hillbilly and trade picture hanging concepts ... you are just another absolute pansy who wont talk about what happened on 9/11 or research, dare you learn truths you are too big of a wuss/ostrich to entertain:142smilie
back on topic, KILLTOWN'S SITE
back on topic, KILLTOWN'S SITE
http://killtown.blogspot.com/2006/02/911-rescuer-saw-explosions-inside-wtc.html
Rescuer Saw Explosions Inside WTC 6 Lobby
In an exclusive Killtown interview, Ground Zero EMT Patricia Ondrovic talks about her harrowing day at the WTC on 9/11. Within minutes after the South Tower collapses, she witnessed the WTC 5 blowing up, cars exploding, and explosions inside the lobby of the WTC 6, all the while narrowly escaping with her own life.
back on topic, KILLTOWN'S SITE
http://killtown.blogspot.com/2006/02/911-rescuer-saw-explosions-inside-wtc.html
Rescuer Saw Explosions Inside WTC 6 Lobby
In an exclusive Killtown interview, Ground Zero EMT Patricia Ondrovic talks about her harrowing day at the WTC on 9/11. Within minutes after the South Tower collapses, she witnessed the WTC 5 blowing up, cars exploding, and explosions inside the lobby of the WTC 6, all the while narrowly escaping with her own life.
Admit havent read all this thread ,it is long ,but what im reading is your a timithy mcviag ,(Sorry for the spelling)type of sympathizer??Get real the USG had nothing to do with it,You had a relative that died in the attacks?If so my condolences,but dont hate the government because of it.
