oh putain Sailor Moon

oh putain Sailor Moon

ou alors c'est juste que sailor moon passait juste avant DBZ dans le club dorothé

Hein, Club Dorothé ?!

allow me to interject briefly here. Is this a new form of English your are debating in?

oh sorry, because i'm not used of this language

Chaos ruled OK in the classroom
as bravely the teacher walked in
the nooligans ignored him
his voice was lost in the din

'The theme for today is violence
and homework will be set
I'm going to teach you a lesson
one that you'll never forget'

He picked on a boy who was shouting
and throttled him then and there
then garrotted the girl behind him
(the one with grotty hair)

Then sword in hand he hacked his way
between the chattering rows
'First come, first severed' he declared
'fingers, feet or toes'

He threw the sword at a latecomer
it struck with deadly aim
then pulling out a shotgun
he continued with his game

The first blast cleared the backrow
(where those who skive hang out)
they collapsed like rubber dinghies
when the plug's pulled out

'Please may I leave the room sir? '
a trembling vandal enquired
'Of course you may' said teacher
put the gun to his temple and fired

The Head popped a head round the doorway
to see why a din was being made
nodded understandingly
then tossed in a grenade

And when the ammo was well spent
with blood on every chair
Silence shuffled forward
with its hands up in the air

The teacher surveyed the carnage
the dying and the dead
He waggled a finger severely
'Now let that be a lesson' he said

Roger McGough

ah the good all days of the all powerful teacher

"Donald Trump: Punish women for illegal abortions"

this man is a f***ing genius................in the arsehole category

Te faire réagir et que tu ne comprennes pas le troll, là est le génie.

this was a troll i was just bouncing off from the debate we had.

Did you read my post fully?

"Trump says punish women for illegal abortions, then back-tracks"

the Beeb has re written the title of their article, the "genius" has realized that perhaps he had gone a step too far. ......
i like the " grace of a rhinoceros at a tea party"

source: http://www.bbc.com/news/world-us-canada-35931103

http://londonist.com/2016/04/brixton-pound-cash-machine-opens-in-market-row



money money money in the nation of shoppers.

why does Barbie never get pregnant?

I let you have a think

answer below for those of you who know how to read me:

because Ken always comes in a box

bon moi j'ai traduit direct .... Car moi pas comprendre c'te langue ...

C'est nul , mais nuuuulllll ...



.... Mais j'ai bien rigolé.

why does Barbie never get pregnant?

I let you have a think

answer below for those of you you know how to read me:

because Ken always comes in a box

Ken hasn't willy ?

bon moi j'ai traduit direct .... Car moi pas comprendre c'te langue ...

C'est nul , mais nuuuulllll ...



.... Mais j'ai bien rigolé.

words are fickle

....
Nobody knows me
As well as you do
You know how hard it is for me
To shake the disease
That takes hold of my tongue
In situations like these
Understand me


words just let me down today, I am empty

3450 over and out

Television

The most important thing we've learned,
So far as children are concerned,
Is never, NEVER, NEVER let
Them near your television set --
Or better still, just don't install
The idiotic thing at all.
In almost every house we've been,
We've watched them gaping at the screen.
They loll and slop and lounge about,
And stare until their eyes pop out.
(Last week in someone's place we saw
A dozen eyeballs on the floor.)
They sit and stare and stare and sit
Until they're hypnotised by it,
Until they're absolutely drunk
With all that shocking ghastly junk.
Oh yes, we know it keeps them still,
They don't climb out the window sill,
They never fight or kick or punch,
They leave you free to cook the lunch
And wash the dishes in the sink --
But did you ever stop to think,
To wonder just exactly what
This does to your beloved tot?
IT ROTS THE SENSE IN THE HEAD!
IT KILLS IMAGINATION DEAD!
IT CLOGS AND CLUTTERS UP THE MIND!
IT MAKES A CHILD SO DULL AND BLIND
HE CAN NO LONGER UNDERSTAND
A FANTASY, A FAIRYLAND!
HIS BRAIN BECOMES AS SOFT AS CHEESE!
HIS POWERS OF THINKING RUST AND FREEZE!
HE CANNOT THINK -- HE ONLY SEES!
'All right!' you'll cry. 'All right!' you'll say,
'But if we take the set away,
What shall we do to entertain
Our darling children? Please explain!'
We'll answer this by asking you,
'What used the darling ones to do?
'How used they keep themselves contented
Before this monster was invented?'
Have you forgotten? Don't you know?
We'll say it very loud and slow:
THEY ... USED ... TO ... READ! They'd READ and READ,
AND READ and READ, and then proceed
To READ some more. Great Scott! Gadzooks!
One half their lives was reading books!
The nursery shelves held books galore!
Books cluttered up the nursery floor!
And in the bedroom, by the bed,
More books were waiting to be read!
Such wondrous, fine, fantastic tales
Of dragons, gypsies, queens, and whales
And treasure isles, and distant shores
Where smugglers rowed with muffled oars,
And pirates wearing purple pants,
And sailing ships and elephants,
And cannibals crouching 'round the pot,
Stirring away at something hot.
(It smells so good, what can it be?
Good gracious, it's Penelope.)
The younger ones had Beatrix Potter
With Mr. Tod, the dirty rotter,
And Squirrel Nutkin, Pigling Bland,
And Mrs. Tiggy-Winkle and-
Just How The Camel Got His Hump,
And How the Monkey Lost His Rump,
And Mr. Toad, and bless my soul,
There's Mr. Rat and Mr. Mole-
Oh, books, what books they used to know,
Those children living long ago!
So please, oh please, we beg, we pray,
Go throw your TV set away,
And in its place you can install
A lovely bookshelf on the wall.
Then fill the shelves with lots of books,
Ignoring all the dirty looks,
The screams and yells, the bites and kicks,
And children hitting you with sticks-
Fear not, because we promise you
That, in about a week or two
Of having nothing else to do,
They'll now begin to feel the need
Of having something to read.
And once they start -- oh boy, oh boy!
You watch the slowly growing joy
That fills their hearts. They'll grow so keen
They'll wonder what they'd ever seen
In that ridiculous machine,
That nauseating, foul, unclean,
Repulsive television screen!
And later, each and every kid
Will love you more for what you did.


Roald Dahl

I think the question of the day is the one posed by Václav Havel in The Power of the Powerless
(you can find it here in english -
http://vaclavhavel.cz/showtrans.php?cat=clanky&val=72_aj_clanky.html&typ=HTML)

I would translate his question into my questions to you all -
What is the manifest you are "signing"? , and
What do you hope to achieve by your manifestation?
How does your personnel, individual responsibility translate into daily actions?

Here in the US the odds on finding someone to actually debate this in an informed manner is somewhat low, you in France should truly appreciate your education and your culture and protect it against the bankers and the creeping consumerism that is threatening it, and in fact, the power to do so is in your hands.

To quote one of the last parts of Havel's essay:

And now I may properly be asked the question: What then is to be done ?
My skepticism toward alternative political models and the ability of systemic reforms or changes to redeem us does not, of course, mean that I am skeptical of political thought altogether. Nor does my emphasis on the importance of focusing concern on real human beings disqualify me from considering the possible structural consequences flowing from it. On the contrary, if A was said, then B should be said as well. Nevertheless, I will offer only a few very general remarks.

Above all, any existential revolution should provide hope of a moral reconstitution of society, which means a radical renewal of the relationship of human beings to what I have called the "human order," which no political order can replace. A new experience of being, a renewed rootedness in the universe, a newly grasped sense of higher responsibility, a newfound inner relationship to other people and to the human community- these factors clearly indicate the direction in which we must go.

And the political consequences? Most probably they could be reflected in the constitution of structures that will derive from this new spirit, from human factors rather than from a particular formalization of political relationships and guarantees. In other words, the issue is the rehabilitation of values like trust, openness, responsibility, solidarity, love.

Cheers,
Curt

hi curt welcome here

"the rehabilitation of values like trust, openness, responsibility, solidarity, love."
A simple programme then
Shall we just etch a sketch the world and start afresh?

I am curious curt where will you start to build these "structures"?
Are you turning to old Europe for a new revolution?
The values of liberty, equality, fraternity, are still written on our government headed paper and on the frontispice of our official buildings, but if you follow from afar our little country's battles you must know that the political choices we will be given in 2017 will be to vote against bigotry, xenophobia and racism.

i will read the Havel's essay for sure, in the meantime stand up tall and be counted, because form here we have some doubts in the direction taken by our fellow Americans when it comes to the values you aspire to rehabilitate.

dédicace spéciale pour @ProletaRien, parce que l'orthographe compliquée et les exceptions à la pelle n'empêchent en rien une langue d'être belle et accessible à tous, sans être écrite comme elle se prononce.

We'll begin with box, and the plural is boxes;
But the plural of ox should be oxen, not oxes.
Then one fowl is goose, but two are called geese
Yet the plural of moose should never be meese.

You may find a lone mouse or a whole lot of mice,
But the plural of house is houses, not hice.
If the plural of man is always called men,
When couldn't the plural of pan be called pen?

The cow in the plural may be cows or kine,
But the plural of vow is vows, not vine.
And I speak of a foot, and you show me your feet,
But I give a boot - would a pair be called beet?

If one is a tooth and a whole set are teeth,
Why shouldn't the plural of booth be called beeth?
If the singular is this and plural is these,
Why shouldn't the plural of kiss be nicknamed kese?

Then one may be that, and three may be those,
Yet the plural of hat would never be hose;
We speak of a brother, and also of brethren,
But though we say mother, we never say methren.

The masculine pronouns are he, his and him,
But imagine the feminine she, shis, and shim!
So our English, I think you will all agree,
Is the trickiest language you ever did see.

I take it you already know
Of tough and bough and cough and dough?
Others may stumble, but not you
On hiccough, thorough, slough, and through?

Well done! And now you wish, perhaps
To learn of less familiar traps?
Beware of heard, a dreadful word
That looks like beard and sounds like bird.

And dead; it's said like bed, not bead;
For goodness sake, don't call it deed!
Watch out for meat and great and threat,
(they rhyme with suite and straight and debt)

A moth is not a moth in mother.
Nor both in bother, broth in brother.
And here is not a match for there.
And dear and fear for bear and pear.

And then there's dose and rose and lose
-- Just look them up -- and goose and choose.
And cork and work and card and ward,
And font and front and word and sword.

And do and go, then thwart and cart.
Come, come, I've hardly made a start.

A dreadful language?
Man alive, I'd learned to speak it when I was five,

And yet to write it, the more I sigh,
I'll not learn how 'till the day I die.

it could be funy if it was in Monsters Inc, but it is in Gb , and it is for real

"boom" "come over here, boom" "come over here"

what the f*** is this clown saying?

is there not somewhere a mad american, fully armed planning an assasination in the pure US tradition?

Oh, we can't blame a man with silly hair !
I think it's time for poetry (I know you could find the link by yourself )
https://aeon.co/ideas/the-13th-century-revolution-that-made-modern-poetry-possible

Oh, we can't blame a man with silly hair !
I think it's time for poetry (I know you could find the link by yourself )
https://aeon.co/ideas/the-13th-century-revolution-that-made-modern-poetry-possible

it's oh so quiet

I was thinking why is it so quiet out there? and then I checked the BBC.
Football is not coming home it seems.
Tomorrow England will sulk, and I might wind them up by saying "we are in the final"