If your fragile sensibilities can't tolerate being called a name, then the internet is not a place for you. Probably shouldn't be a cop either.

Or do we start calling you "Lantern the delicate flower"

In addition, you don't get to conveniently dismiss an argument merely because someone called you a name.

The 2nd grade called, they want their debate tactics back

She still owns half the land. The military, police and intelligence services all swear their oaths to her above us. The higher courts belong to her along with the Judges & QC's. The Prime Minister has to meet her once a week, she can veto any law parliament passes (and to pass it must gain "royal ascent"), or even dissolve parliament itself. etc. etc.

But more than any of that it is a genuine fucking embarrassment to me that in the 21st century we still accept any member of our society declaring themselves our natural betters in law, or indeed the rest of us as being "subjects".

You are not a free citizen of the UK, you are a "Subject" of the crown in law. Even if this was pure symbolism (which I don't agree with anyway), what it symbolises is disgusting and backwards. (that could be the UK's tagline "disgusting and backwards" )

If you have a nation built upon a principle of Nepotism the end result should come as no surprise to anyone. The only good argument I've ever heard for keeping the monarchy is that due to the amount of land they own, paying their "wages" works out considerably cheaper than the rent they could charge the government......

...But if that's not a reason to strip them of their power AND rights to the land WE live on I don't know what is. They want to hold us to ransom? The mature response would be to give any such people a stark lesson about the collective consensual prerequisite of personal property. Not put a fucking crown on their heads and bow to them like the feckless goons we are .

Fuck the Queen, fuck her castles and fuck her family. The Corgi's I can turn a blind eye to, they seem quite friendly.....


"Struck a nerve Mr. Woo?"
Yes I fear you have! Please try not to take that as an attack on yourself however Mr. Flowers, you're not the one I'm being angsty at if you see what I mean.

We lost a "REAL" humanitarian in Robin Williams. Where I come from I
come from the days of Solid Gold with Marilyn McKoo Waylan Flowers
and Madam and Dione Warwick Marilyn I miss Fifth Dimension but we have another spark of talent You. Marilyn you would love your One Less Bell to Answer and can you imagine Aquarius/Let The Sun Shine In on a theater pipe organ. I do these at our Ohio Theater on our Mighty Morton. It has an India Indian Drum on it and sometimes I'll put the mike over my hand and play the Aquarius drum part with my hand on the side of the bench. Love Ya.

Couple of points on his followup, none of which is intended to defend the unprofessional style of the Fox interviewer.

* Makes excuse for the Hamas charter stating "they're just really angry".
* Picks on pronunciation, while calling Hannity childish in the previous video.
* Points out that Fox making fun after discussing a very serious situation reduced it to entertainment, then thanked his panel of Jesus, flowers and Gandhi.

Yes, he's a comedian, but this is precisely why he shouldn't have made the last charge. There's nothing wrong with making light at the end of a serious topic, as long as you're not making light of the topic itself.

Replaced the audio clip with the very fresh official video. And *promote.


If I make 250 stars, I'll make a *sadness (or *sorrow) channel. And this video will marked as such. Love how the lyrics contrast with the song.


Today I’ll cut the flowers
I will walk for hours
I will breathe in all that grows
Now that spring is coming
And the sun will shine
I will look up when it shows
And there will be no darkness
There will be no darkness
I will fill your space with light
And there will be no darkness
There will be no darkness
I will fill your space with light
Today the streets are empty
And the sky is clear
I could sleep until it hurts
Now the birds are singing
Somewhere dawn arrives
And there will be no darkness
There will be no darkness
I will fill your space with light
And there will be no darkness
There will be no darkness
I will fill your space with light
And it looks like hope
And it looks like hope
I will fill your space with light
And it looks like hope
And it looks like hope
I will fill your space with light
And it looks like hope
And it looks like hope
I will fade into the light
And it looks like hope
And it looks like hope
For today at least I’ll try

Well, first of all, I said "most", not all. Second, I'm not making any value judgements, simply stating my experience. Most women I know spend varying amounts of money on products designed to keep their skin soft and hair free etc.

Who doesn't want to be perceived as competent? Plenty of people. I know lots of women who profess proudly to not being able to change a tyre. To be fair, I also know plenty of women who are extremely competent, but I know almost no men who would admit to not knowing how to change a tyre.

Again, I'm talking in broad generalisations, and that's how marketing works. I'm not saying women can't be tough or competent or that men can't have soft skin, but that is not the norm and marketing is targetted at a wide demographic (unless you are specifically marketing to a nice audience).

As to the question of whether these distinctions are ingrained or not, it's largely irrelevant. It's not about some genetic marker that makes men want to smell like trees and women smell like flowers, it's about centuries of built-up cultural aesthetics. I don't really have to explain where this comes from, do I?

Again, I'm not saying this is right, merely that there are reasons that marketers do this. Where I have a problem is when it becomes exclusionist. When girls are told they can't play with "boys toys", I say screw that.

Anyone know what the red flower at the end of the video (on the right) is called?

wow...did you have a stroke or something bob? Nice attempt at another dodge. We're talking about YOUR claims of the superiority of biblical morality, not evolution. nice copy and paste from a right wing blog btw

no pissing matches, just changing the subject. gotcha. I can change the subject too. Hey look at the pretty flower!!

prove it or gtfo. I knew you'd fail like you always do, The best minds in the world can't prove your claims, so it's a given that a guy who has problems with constructing basic sentences sure as hell isn't going to be able to prove anything.

It's my fault though, I actually did give you the benefit of the doubt that you wouldn't be a coward and change the subject.

It's time for you to go back yelling at kids to get off your lawn. You can't handle the internet, too many people willing to call you out on your cowardice, bullshit, and bad ideas. Off to the nursing home with you. grandpa.

Reluctantly crouched at the starting line,
Engines pumping and thumping in time.
The green light flashes, the flags go up.
Churning and burning, they yearn for the cup.
They deftly maneuver and muscle for rank,
Fuel burning fast on an empty tank.
Reckless and wild, they pour through the turns.
Their prowess is potent and secretly stearn.
As they speed through the finish, the flags go down.
The fans get up and they get out of town.
The arena is empty except for one man,
Still driving and striving as fast as he can.
The sun has gone down and the moon has come up,
And long ago somebody left with the cup.
But he's driving and striving and hugging the turns.
And thinking of someone for whom he still burns.

He's going the distance.
He's going for speed.
She's all alone (All alone!)
All alone in her time of need.
Because he's racing and pacing and plotting the course,
He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse,
He's going the distance.

No trophy, no flowers, no flashbulbs, no wine,
He's haunted by something he cannot define.
Bowel-shaking earthquakes of doubt and remorse,
Assail him, impale him with monster-truck force.
In his mind, he's still driving, still making the grade.
She's hoping in time that her memories will fade.
Cause he's racing and pacing and plotting the course,
He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse.
The sun has gone down and the moon has come up,
And long ago somebody left with the cup.
But he's striving and driving and hugging the turns.
And thinking of someone for whom he still burns.

Cause he's going the distance.
He's going for speed.
She's all alone (All alone!)
All alone in her time of need.
Because he's racing and pacing and plotting the course,
He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse.
He's racing and pacing and plotting the course,
He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse.
He's going the distance.
He's going for speed.
He's going the distance.

Even I think Dutch is an insanely hard language. And I am Dutch!
So many rules and exceptions to rules.

Example: Let's say you want to wright down 'pancakes' in Dutch. A decade ago that word just changed in all dictionaries, because it used to be 'pannekoeken' (pancakes) and now we need to write 'pannenkoeken' (panscakes!?). All because you can bake pancakes in multiple pans. I'm not making this up.

One more actual commonly needed rule:
If you combine a word consisting of two parts of which one is an animal and the other an animal, you need to write plural for the first word.. (I'm not kidding, this an actual rule)
So, for example 'paard' (horse) and 'bloem' (flower) in English becomes 'horseflower'.. We need to make it plural, so in English it would be horsesflower (paardenbloem in Dutch)

Just don't even try to learn the language, we all speak decent English and most also speak French and German, so we'll just adapt to you, that's better for all of us.

It's the panty-knotted cunts that piss us off the MOST! Self-important, self-indulgent, my-shit-never-stinks gimps.... "On the contrary, it smells like flowers and here's my circular, Socratic polemic to explain just how fucked you are compared to me."

Get a fucking room. Oh wait, you have one here!

FUCK YOU!

Only retarded white people (and perhaps a few uptight Canadians) have a problem with the word Negro, and they invented it!

I disagree. His manner seems as foreign to myself as perhaps assisting a single EMT with a sucking-chest wound would seem, if you sir were asked to.....'flowers-in-his-hair'??? Really??? Sounds like your power-animal might be a cute little penguin or fluffy bunny, kinna like the guy behind the wheel of this 'film it for court purposes' offering and oh, upload it to the internet to show how calm, cool, and superior I am to this mentally divergent enlisted type (who is CLEARLY insane) by become a living statue of "DUH."
Loook how we handled ourselves, while being completely oblivious to our lack of driving skills and how they affect people who pay attention to the road when they share it with everyone.

Believe me sir, I KNOW this type all too well, and I'm not even a mental health professional....

Yeah man, poppies too ya frikkin' flower-murdererin' hop-junkies!!
But yeah, what oohlalasassoon says, I haven't heard about any papers being published like, everyday about POPPIES disappearing in large numbers, take opiates and shut the fuck up! That thumbnail looks like she's about to go all Josef Mengele on that poor bee...

I have osteoarthritis in my genes, mom, granny had it-Hmmmm....

(googles beekeeping)

I'm over being the bad-guy who, for my own bullshit reasons seeks to cull all manner of cheesy offerings from the flower bed.

In the past, when someone who genuinely felt slighted for our having banned them according to a careless infraction, I recall the truly repentant exercising their communication skills to come to their own defense.

Here's my mind hard at work: If they come back they care, and if they simply slink-off they must not believe in their work that much to give a fuck anyhow.

Now-All you pedantic, anal fuckers can climb the fuck off my back for taking license. Please. It's like a broken fucking record of a song no one can stand.

After reading you comments and replies to such I don't know if you are sadly mistaken or just dumb.

Either way trying to reason a man with a knife at neck is a poor defense tactic. I'll send flowers to you funeral.