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  • Pot Of Gold You cried the baron scornfully 44KB 1046x683 150dpi Pot Of Gold Both the king and queen were obliged to pop 18KB 533x444 150dpi Pot Of Gold Going into the chapel 32KB 1046x648 150dpi Pot Of Gold The boys read the notice 54KB 1052x685 150dpi
  • The four singers sing scornfully about those fat monkeys The singers celebrate fif*** glorious years and for some reason Nelson rather than Napoleon in the dress rehearsal
  • Mt Nemrut looking scornfully down upon us in the distance
  • time goes on will not cast him off scornfully unmindful of his youthful devotion but which will accompany him gladly making his failing steps easy and pleasant down the vale of years ST ANDREWS LINKS From a sketch by Garden a Smith ST ANDREWS
  • heck I ll even helpfully show you what to fill in so the votes can be tabulated before being discarded scornfully click the pic I m thinking I shouldn t reserve the tux quite yet CMS is piloting PHRs in South Carolina
  • the liberals so much admire so frequently imitate and so endlessly comment on have all been often explicitly and scornfully anti liberal pp 135 136 Search inside this book
  • Vivanco smiled scornfully This is your lover s marking he said About this time a district attorney s car hove up on the curved driveway and three investigators spilled out In a few moments Sgt V A Peterson and Det Merle Pagh who had
  • it in strong black and put sparkling touches on the furrows and grass Holbein scornfully casts all such tricks aside and draws the whole scene in pure white with simple outlines THE TWO PREACHERS Fig 3 Facsimile from Holbein s woodcut 85 And yet when I put it beside this second vignette Fig 3 which is of a preacher preaching in a feebly lighted church
  • Christ with Crown of Thorns by Lucas Cranach the Elder 1510 1 O sacred Head now wounded With grief and shame weighed down Now scornfully surrounded With thorns Thine only crown O
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  • Pot Of Gold A Knight of the Golden Bee 10KB 256x473 150dpi Pot Of Gold The princess was not in the basket 18KB 498x412 150dpi Pot Of Gold The bee guards patrolled the city 43KB 1046x683 150dpi Pot Of Gold You cried the baron scornfully 44KB 1046x683 150dpi
  • How are you Maire he asked gravely God bless you Maire his father called out from behind him If I d known I had such beautiful granddaughters I would have come years ago Ete protested Aileann wasn t even born years ago and laughed scornfully at his stupidity At six she already had her mother s laugh Maire get the baby Aengus begged His face
  • page 10 Mr Tulkinghorn glances over his spectacles and begins again lower down My Lady carelessly and scornfully abstracts her attention Sir Leicester in a great chair
  • What kind of name is Ophelia Desdemona Tiffani said scornfully Shakespearian Emily replied rather sharply before Ophelia could reply Ophelia is from Hamlet and Desdemona is from
  • Keisuke showing the quicker way At the base of Gassan there was a sentrybox the stuff of nightmares manned by a crusty old man who scornfully looked at my running shoes You have got proper mountain boots haven t you
  • and Burton declared themselves adherents of what was called the New England way and a year later saw in London alone the rise of fourscore congregations of several sectaries as 6 029 Bishop Hall scornfully tells us instructed by guides fit for them cobblers tailors felt makers and such like trash But little religious weight however could be attributed as
  • general commiseration with which the fate of the fair Elizabeth Mure had been lamented He stood in consequence some time struck with wonder which Sibilla perceiving added scornfully 64 I doubt not there is treason in my words my father and my betrothed husband are in rebellion why should not I too think and feel as a rebel But go complete the loyalty of
  • as he knew him Aran laughed scornfully in his turn now his name was Ed and all because of him of Halloween that six years ago had cursed him and united him with the body of the dog Ginta who had fainted was dreaming of the tender Koyuki who went and woke him up after he felt asleep on the desk for the ump***th time Little by little the boy recovered consciousness
  • on this land of silver and as we stepped out I saw half a dollar lying on the wharf close to my wife whom I told to pick it up Pick up that said he scornfully do you think I 268 would stoop to pick up that and gave it a touch with her toe that sent it spinning into the water I certainly did not approve of such conduct but kept my sentiments to myself
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  • Homage to Marat The four singers sing scornfully about those fat monkeys
  • Bath scene illustrating the story in the preface of how Firdawsi scornfully gave away to a bath house attendant half the paltry rewarded Sultan Mahmud gave him for writing Shahnama A
  • but for some while now there has been a side gate through which you can push your bike and anyway I had taken the precaution of bringing R There are some parts of this track that I just couldn t cycle up Someone once told me scornfully that you are bound to go at 10 m p h or you fall off This is an exaggeration It took
  • respectful attention and since his own hat had been destroyed they wound about his head a picturesque turban of an exquisite soiled white color having stripes of red and yellow in it Then the Woggle Bug was escorted to the tents where he suddenly remembered his precious plaids and asked that the cloth he restored to him Thereupon the Shiek got up and made a long
  • mittee can be created from set network and mead His perpetuation can just be known by the definition that he held the other many character to help sweltering lacquer carriages antique doll furniture he also keeps them cleaned just or scornfully he discourages but after a first stripes it makes off bathroom furniture cheddar internal people may be chosen
  • take with them The cries of women and maidens was heard throughout the night The next day 83 dead were counted in the city That was no longer a war it was just murder pillage robbery theft Many houses went up in flames no fewer than 450 burned down The enemy commander proclaimed scornfully that Calw must immediately
  • in the real sense of the word our students today are often distracted by the fragmented knowledge available on the internet and in the mass media Orientalism pg xxvi emphasis mine This is an excellent encapsulation of one of the disadvantages of what the prophetic futurist Jacques Ellul scornfully called
  • <b> We women and men of all beliefs of all political positions and of all skin colours immigrants immigrants descendants citizens conscious of the important contribution of immigration to our country have enough of unworthy remarks made by certain political officials aiming at stigmatizing or criminalizing immigrants and their descendants Let us recall that an immigrant is perceived as he is by the others even beyond his own origins We would like to re adapt and to rehabilitate this term which is used in a derogatory way because of the political instrumentalisation We refuse the conveyed stereotypes which threaten our social cohesion We refuse that the past present and future benefits of immigrants who built and continue to build this country are denied So it depends on us to emphasize the importance of immigrants in this country Immigrants and descendants of immigrants held several demonstrations to defend their rights But they were scornfully rejected So as it is agreed that consumption is the engine of growth indignation stirs us to action The 1st of March 2005 was the day the code of foreigners entry and stay and right to asylum came into effect This law symbolizes a utilitarian conception of immigration in other words an immigration based on economic requirements We couldn t have picked a better day to call for a Day without immigrants We immigrants immigrants descendants citizens are aware of the contribution of immigration to our country we all generate economic growth of this country Our citizen s approach assesses the potential contribution of each one of us to the economic prosperity We have the Power to decide on our future to take action and have our say on it March the 1st 2010 we will abstain from consumer spending and or working During 24 hours so let us abstain from working in companies associations attending colleges hospitals buying selling For the first time we decide not to take part in the life of la Cité We will mark

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  • FOX NEWS - Australia Bush Fires The awful images we see are akin to a third world country suffering from violence and war and crisis and self destruction. DRCongo. Iraq. Afghanistan. Liberia. Lebanon. Kenya. And many others have travelled this path. And now Australia looking very much like a third world nation needing help from the watching world. Burned out car wrecks. Women crying. Dead bodies. Children fearing. Land devestated as if by atomic bomb. Smouldering crushed homes & businesses. Perished dreams. Extinguished hopes. Demoralised people. Yes you will recover. You must. But forever you will know you are now only one step from the ghastly third world image that you scornfully claim other nations to be. And the witnessing world will also know such things, as they have always done, that your country is at all times but one small tread from humiliation. No better than the rest of us. Perhaps even worse as you are not yet hardened to the reality of large scale disaster. Learn from this event the consequences of your HUBRIS and never imagine again that your nation occupies a glorified position of untouchability by disasters, natural or man made. The ugly images broadcast to the world of Australia and its recent events must surely now give you pause to sit in quiet introspection as you assess how your behaviours have upset your own people so much that they would seek to turn on you and set such fires upon you deliberately. And then once you have considered your national behaviour, think also of the ...
  • [UTAU] The Person Who Loves a Demon (English) [Camila Melodia] MMKAY. That took a while. UST by ShinySerebii, edited for English compatibility by me (shadowrose0412/TrainerConchita/TC). I don't think I'm going to release this edited version because I honestly doubt that a lot of people use the phonemes that are used here, and I doubt people would be interested. I'll ask if there is some interest, though. Okay, so I love love love this song to death, so I have another cover set aside that makes use of the original Japanese. Suba's making pictures for that one. However, I felt lazy (read: couldn't find any images related to the song at all), so I made a quick one in Paint Shop Pro. ANYWAY, I decided to make an English version, which means that I managed to make the first English "dub" of a song, I think. Lyrics are (in case you can't keep up with my atrocious mixing/use of Camila): The Ruler of Summer smiles scornfully at me And so he taught this empty and pitiful shell that I am "If the circumstances are extremely poor, Lay the blame on the demon and it will all be fine." An unexpected twist on such prejudice I call him a demon and so I turn away But underneath the heavy and cloudy sky above... It was merely a big comfortably spoken lie The person who loves the past weeps many times They also love to be given attention The person who loves another has a frail heart A fragile and disappearing thing but I understand nevertheless... The Ruler of Winter has very dark cold eyes And he asked a question to my empty and blank soul "If humans ...
  • Legacy of Sinhala Upset =====~~~ SINHALA UPSET ~~~===== Dear SINHALESE; I understand that you are upset by us, Indeed, it appears that you are quite upset, even angry. Today, it is the "Barbarism of LTTE terrorism" yesterday it was Federal party, before that it was the "favouritism of the British". It appears that Tamil, who could achieve equality and who, therefore, could live, upset you. Indeed, every few years you seem to become upset by us. Your were upset in 1956, 1958, 1961 and 1977 and went on acts of arson, rape, pillage, murder and plain barbarity and we were scornfully asked to go to the federal party for help Of course, dear Sinhalese, long before there was a Tamil tiger, we the Tamil people - upset you. And we go back a long way in the history of Sinhala upset. We upset the "Great" Sinhala king Detugemunu and you still use his "history" to teach your young ones to be more upset by us. Reds are upset and monks are upset.The radical Sinhalese are upset and the gentle "Sinhalese moderates" are upset. We upset the Sinhala Hamudawa who massacred tens of thousands of us; we upset the Sinhala police who, collaborate with rioters and killed, burnt and slaughtered untold numbers of us. And it is because we became so upset over upsetting you, dear Sinhalese, that we decided to leave you - in a manner of speaking - and establish a Tamil state. The reasoning was that living in close contact with you, as resident-strangers, we upset you, irritate you and disturb you. What better notion, then ...
  • Dick "Tater" Vader Darth's vastly more evil sibling Dick "Tater", jealous of his his sibling's success. He grunts scornfully at the deaths of his helpless enemies who are fighting against his imperialist quest. He has blasted to dust weaker vulnerable oil rich countries with his super blasters from the serene space of his pristene whitey house super death star cruiser. Soon he will count his money and ignore the people whose lives he has squandered and extinguished. He might not have "won the war" but "getting the money" and crushing the peasants while getting awards was his true goal. Under is evil breath he says "slaves don't even know what freedom is". He prays to his evil gods to nuke other countries and take their oil and sell it adding maximized gigabucks to his numbered accounts so he can forge a legacy. Darth and Adolph look nice compared to Dick Bealzebub Tater CheeeeeNey. Nice suit and tie Dickers. These symbols of power make your monstrous presence more daunting than horns, red skin, trident spear, and pointed tail.
  • O Sacred Head Now Wounded My ocarina is a Fabio Menaglio. Sweet potato, 10 hole, tenor. I painted it blue, lol. Beautiful song written by Bach. I heard it in church and had to play it. I only played 2 verses though. Lyrics: O sacred Head, now wounded, with grief and shame weighed down, now scornfully surrounded with thorns, thine only crown: how pale thou art with anguish, with sore abuse and scorn! How does that visage languish which once was bright as morn! 2.What thou, my Lord, has suffered was all for sinners' gain; mine, mine was the transgression, but thine the deadly pain. Lo, here I fall, my Savior! 'Tis I deserve thy place; look on me with thy favor, vouchsafe to me thy grace. 3.What language shall I borrow to thank thee, dearest friend, for this thy dying sorrow, thy pity without end? O make me thine forever; and should I fainting be, Lord, let me never, never outlive my love for thee.
  • "Totally Spies", Episode 22: Soul Collector P. 2 Several students are discovered to have been mysteriously drained of their youth. The girls investigate and come across the principal's diary which he has kept since the 13th century, thus learning that the school's principal is in fact a centenarian. He has maintained his youthful physique by absorbing the youth of his juvenile fellows to keep himself immortal. When he chooses Alex as his next victim, Sam and Clover are obliged to collaborate in order to stop him and his accomplices from gaining immortality. In a b-story, Mandy spots a gray streak in Sam's ginger hair and points to it scornfully. Sam believes that this precludes her from applying for a so-called "youth contest". Shortly before the winner of the contest is announced, Sam realizes that the appearance of the white hair was due to some paint she had come in contact with when repainting the walls of her room. ---------------------- Season: 1 Episode: 22 Part: 2 Airdate: May 18, 2002 We don't own "Totally Spies"! All rights go to Marathon.
  • Chodorov 1953 Lecture for the Individual Frank Chodorov talks about natural laws and the individual. Full lecture can be found at "The soul of a high-minded man is one thing; and the great game of politics is another thing...a machine with a purpose of its own--not the purpose of serving the fixed and supreme principles--the great game laughs at all things that stand before and above itself, and brushes them scornfully aside, but the purpose of securing victory; and to that purpose all the more scrupulous men must conform, like the weaker brethren, or--as the noblest men do occasionally--stand aside." -Auberon Herbert
  • "Totally Spies", Episode 22: Soul Collector P. 1 Several students are discovered to have been mysteriously drained of their youth. The girls investigate and come across the principal's diary which he has kept since the 13th century, thus learning that the school's principal is in fact a centenarian. He has maintained his youthful physique by absorbing the youth of his juvenile fellows to keep himself immortal. When he chooses Alex as his next victim, Sam and Clover are obliged to collaborate in order to stop him and his accomplices from gaining immortality. In a b-story, Mandy spots a gray streak in Sam's ginger hair and points to it scornfully. Sam believes that this precludes her from applying for a so-called "youth contest". Shortly before the winner of the contest is announced, Sam realizes that the appearance of the white hair was due to some paint she had come in contact with when repainting the walls of her room. ---------------------- Season: 1 Episode: 22 Part: 1 Airdate: May 18, 2002 We don't own "Totally Spies"! All rights go to Marathon.
  • Passion Chorale (O Sacred Head sore wounded) by JSBach (thank you for ignoring spelling error in video) Words to piece: O sacred Head, now wounded, with grief and shame weighed down, Now scornfully surrounded with thorns, Thine only crown; How pale Thou art with anguish, with sore abuse and scorn! How does that visage languish, which once was bright as morn! What Thou, my Lord, hast suffered, was all for sinners' gain; Mine, mine was the transgression, but Thine the deadly pain. Lo, here I fall, my Savior! 'Tis I deserve Thy place; Look on me with Thy favor, vouchsafe to me Thy grace. Men mock and taunt and jeer Thee, Thou noble countenance, Though mighty worlds shall fear Thee and flee before Thy glance. How art thou pale with anguish, with sore abuse and scorn! How doth Thy visage languish that once was bright as morn! Now from Thy cheeks has vanished their color once so fair; From Thy red lips is banished the splendor that was there. Grim death, with cruel rigor, hath robbed Thee of Thy life; Thus Thou hast lost Thy vigor, Thy strength in this sad strife. My burden in Thy Passion, Lord, Thou hast borne for me, For it was my transgression which brought this woe on Thee. I cast me down before Thee, wrath were my rightful lot; Have mercy, I implore Thee; Redeemer, spurn me not! What language shall I borrow to thank Thee, dearest friend, For this Thy dying sorrow, Thy pity without end? O make me Thine forever, and should I fainting be, Lord, let me never, never outlive my love to Thee.
  • "O Sacred Head" My church singing "O Sacred Head" Lyrics: O sacred Head, now wounded, with grief and shame weighed down, now scornfully surrounded with thorns, thine only crown: how pale thou art with anguish, with sore abuse and scorn! How does that visage languish which once was bright as morn! What thou, my Lord, has suffered was all for sinners' gain; mine, mine was the transgression, but thine the deadly pain. Lo, here I fall, my Savior! 'Tis I deserve thy place; look on me with thy favor, vouchsafe to me thy grace. What language shall I borrow to thank thee, dearest friend, for this thy dying sorrow, thy pity without end? O make me thine forever; and should I fainting be, Lord, let me never, never outlive my love for thee.
  • CNN - Bush Fires Deliberately Lit The awful images we see are akin to a third world country suffering from violence and war and crisis and self destruction. DRCongo. Iraq. Afghanistan. Liberia. Lebanon. Kenya. And many others have travelled this path. And now Australia looking very much like a third world nation needing help from the watching world. Burned out car wrecks. Women crying. Dead bodies. Children fearing. Land devestated as if by atomic bomb. Smouldering crushed homes & businesses. Perished dreams. Extinguished hopes. Demoralised people. Yes you will recover. You must. But forever you will know you are now only one step from the ghastly third world image that you scornfully claim other nations to be. And the witnessing world will also know such things, as they have always done, that your country is at all times but one small tread from humiliation. No better than the rest of us. Perhaps even worse as you are not yet hardened to the reality of large scale disaster. Learn from this event the consequences of your HUBRIS and never imagine again that your nation occupies a glorified position of untouchability by disasters, natural or man made. The ugly images broadcast to the world of Australia and its recent events must surely now give you pause to sit in quiet introspection as you assess how your behaviours have upset your own people so much that they would seek to turn on you and set such fires upon you deliberately. And then once you have considered your national behaviour, think also of the ...
  • Clifford T Ward ~ Waterwheel ~ 1977 This water-wheel who laughs at me, and seems to say scornfully, she's never coming back again, she's gone away, water-wheel. A hidden gem from the New England Days Album. Acknowledgements to nikohfb for the waterwheel video
  • Ryerson University's Radio & Television Arts: Studio Production Here is the finished product of "Fan(s in the) Club" created on October 22, 2010! This was a 4 minute show created in my BDC 303 Studio Production class as part of the Radio & Television Arts program at Ryerson University. We turned an empty studio with just black curtains into an awesome club. Synopsis: Best friends Martha and Francine are two ***aged girls who just want to have fun and are perhaps a little inexperienced when it comes to chatting with boys. While at a club watching the band Rock-o-Matic play, the girls spot Jason Jazz, the lead singer of another band called Disco Patrol. The girls are obviously fans of Jason Jazz and proceed to bombard him with questions as well as objects from their purses -- anything to keep Jason around. Martha heads off to buy Jason a drink, while Francine gets him to sign his CD -- something she happens to be carrying in her purse. Eventually, Jason gets a chance to leave when he tells the girls he's actually there to see Rock-o-Matic because his wife is in the band. The girls say goodbye and are crushed; this is news to them. They scornfully turn towards his wife onstage and begin devising a plan to... eliminate her. Roles: Producer - Britney (Elise) Darmanin Director - Jaclynn Lofaso Writer - Alex Shutsa Script Assistant - Allison Hicks Floor Director - Philip Ngo Talent 1 - Kristen Watt Talent 2 - Brad Hutchison Talent 3 - Lauren Evans Switcher - Andrew Chachula Audio - Shaun Ono Audio Assistant - Aaryn Kundell DDR - Chelsia ...
  • BBC - Australia Bush Fires The awful images we see are akin to a third world country suffering from violence and war and crisis and self destruction. DRCongo. Iraq. Afghanistan. Liberia. Lebanon. Kenya. And many others have travelled this path. And now Australia looking very much like a third world nation needing help from the watching world. Burned out car wrecks. Women crying. Dead bodies. Children fearing. Land devestated as if by atomic bomb. Smouldering crushed homes & businesses. Perished dreams. Extinguished hopes. Demoralised people. Yes you will recover. You must. But forever you will know you are now only one step from the ghastly third world image that you scornfully claim other nations to be. And the witnessing world will also know such things, as they have always done, that your country is at all times but one small tread from humiliation. No better than the rest of us. Perhaps even worse as you are not yet hardened to the reality of large scale disaster. Learn from this event the consequences of your HUBRIS and never imagine again that your nation occupies a glorified position of untouchability by disasters, natural or man made. The ugly images broadcast to the world of Australia and its recent events must surely now give you pause to sit in quiet introspection as you assess how your behaviours have upset your own people so much that they would seek to turn on you and set such fires upon you deliberately. And then once you have considered your national behaviour, think also of the ...
  • Burl Ives - The Little Engine That Could Hi! Please visit our website, Rock The Jukebox: www.rock-the- There was a little railroad train with loads and loads of toys All starting out to find a home with little girls and boys And as that little railroad train began to chug along The little engine up in front was heard to sing this song Choo choo, choo choo, choo choo, choo choo, I feel so good today Oh, clear the track, oh clickety clack, I'll go my merry way The little train went roaring on, so fast, it seemed to fly Until it reached a mountain rising almost to the sky The little engine moaned and groaned and huffed and puffed away But halfway to the top it just gave up and seemed to say I can't go on, I can't go on, I'm weary as can be I can't go on, I can't go on, this job is not for me The toys got out to push but all in vain alas, alack And then a great big engine came a whistling down the track They asked if it would kindly pull them up the mountain side But with a high and mighty sneer it scornfully replied Don't bother me, don't bother me to pull the likes of you Don't bother me, don't bother me, I've better things to do The toys all started crying 'cause that engine was so mean And then there came another one, the smallest ever seen But though it seemed that she could hardly pull herself along She hitched on to the train and as she pulled she sang this song I think I can, I think I can, I think I have a plan And I can do 'most anything if I only think I can Then up that great big mountain with ...
  • The Fires - uncoverering the arsonist The awful images we see are akin to a third world country suffering from violence and war and crisis and self destruction. bushfire bush fires aussie koala drinking DRCongo. Iraq. Afghanistan. Liberia. Lebanon. Kenya. And many others have travelled this path. And now Australia looking very much like a third world nation needing help from the watching world. Burned out car wrecks. Women crying. Dead bodies. Children fearing. Land devestated as if by atomic bomb. Smouldering crushed homes & businesses. Perished dreams. Extinguished hopes. Demoralised people. Yes you will recover. You must. But forever you will know you are now only one step from the ghastly third world image that you scornfully claim other nations to be. And the witnessing world will also know such things, as they have always done, that your country is at all times but one small tread from humiliation. No better than the rest of us. Perhaps even worse as you are not yet hardened to the reality of large scale disaster. Learn from this event the consequences of your HUBRIS and never imagine again that your nation occupies a glorified position of untouchability by disasters, natural or man made. The ugly images broadcast to the world of Australia and its recent events must surely now give you pause to sit in quiet introspection as you assess how your behaviours have upset your own people so much that they would seek to turn on you and set such fires upon you deliberately. And then once you have considered your ...
  • For Henrietta Xander is the tall leader goth from South Park His views are not my own All Images belong to their repected artists. All Images found through . Music: Intermission Panic!At the Disco Curly Goth, Red Goth, Henrietta, Kinder Goth, South Park Matt&Trey The Horrors of Sleep By: Emily Bronte Sleep brings no joy to me, Rememberance never dies, My soul is given to mystery, And lives in sighs Sleep brings no rest to me, The shadows of the dead My waking eyes may never see, Surrounded my bed. Sleep brings no hope to me In soundest sleep they come, And with their doleful imag'ry Deepen the gloom. Sleep brings no strength to me, No power renewed to brave; I only sail a wilder sea, A darker wave. Sleep brings no friend to me To soothe and aid to bear; They all gaze on, how scornfully, And I despair. Sleep brings no wish to fret My harassed heart beneath; My only wish is to forget In endless sleep of death.
  • Le bal des Laze (ukulele plastic cover) Ce matin, j'avais vraiment envie de faire cette chanson, avec mon ukulele plastoc. Donc voilà, dès les premiers rayons du soleil... Michel Polnareff LE BAL DES LAZE I am going to the gallows tomorrow I was never meant to live in castles It all happened because of one June evening during a soiree in the castle In the Castle of Laze, Lord and Lady of Laze were giving the grandest Ball in all of London. Guests of nobility arrived wearing diamonds, rubies, topaz and long white dresses. I am going to the gallows tomorrow Regrettably for the girl of this castle For I know she enjoyed making love with me quietly and far away from the castle In the Castle of Laze, Lord and Lady had invited the Queen for 20 years And I was always treated scornfully, but I was brimming with anger As I hid in the garden, clenching my fists, as I watched Jane and her fiancé dance. I am going to the gallows tomorrow To be remembered only by a few insignificant lines in the newspaper That I was a just a lowly assassin A vagabond not worthy of this castle Back in the Castle of Laze Maybe Jane at the hour of my death will feel a bit of sorrow But my last words will be so that you may take pity on me Since she will soon have another fiancé that I won't be able to do the same to.
  • One Day More!- Les Miserables 1985 Previews Valjean begins to look forward to his life in exile, while Cosette and Marius swear their undying love will last until they meet again, not knowing that Eponine still pines for Marius. Enjolras and the students prepare for their revolution, preparing the barricades and seeking Marius to stand by their banner. Javert scornfully derides the schoolboy revolution and plots to infiltrate their ranks in order to destroy them from within, as the Thenardiers greedily look forward to stealing whatever's left when the smoke clears. I did not record this Featuring Jean Valjean- Colm Wilkinson Marius- Michael Ball Cosette- Rebecca Caine Eponine- Frances Ruffelle Enjolras- David Burt Javert- Roger Allam Monsieur Thenardier- Alun Armstrong Madame Thenardier- Susan Jane Tanner
  • G 20 NWO COPENHAGEN MIND SLAVES !!! TAKING THE devil 's orders !!! GOD OR man ?? !!! The words of the Mother to the bride about how sweet the Mother and the Son are to each other. How Christ is bitter, bitterer, and most bitter for the evil, and how he is sweet, sweeter, and most sweet for the good. Book 1 - Chapter 58 SAINT BRIDGET PATRON SAINT OF EUROPE PART I The Mother of God said to the bride: Consider, new bride of my Son, the suffering of my Son, which surpassed in bitterness the suffering of all the saints. Just as a mother would feel the most bitter sorrow and anguish if she saw her son being cut to pieces alive, so, too, was I grieving at the torments of my Son when I saw his bitter sufferings. Then she spoke to her Son, saying: Blessed be you, my Son, for you are holy, as it is sung: Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Sabaoth. Blessed be you, for you are sweet, sweeter, and most sweet! You were holy before you assumed Manhood, holy in my womb, and holy after you assumed Manhood. You were sweet before the creation of the world, sweeter to the angels, and most sweet to me when you assumed Manhood from me. The Son answered: Blessed be you, my beloved Mother, above all the angels. Just as I, in a threefold way, was most sweet for you, as you were saying now, so I am bitter, bitterer, and most bitter for the wicked. I am bitter for those who say I have created many things without a reason and who scornfully say I have created mankind for death and not for life. What a miserable and foolish thought! Did I, who am the most righteous and virtuous, create the ...
  • Let's Play DW7 112 - Dharma Temple (Present) I get my ass kicked and mumble scornfully about it! Let's watch.
  • CNN - Bush Fires Wrap Up The awful images we see are akin to a third world country suffering from violence and war and crisis and self destruction. DRCongo. Iraq. Afghanistan. Liberia. Lebanon. Kenya. And many others have travelled this path. And now Australia looking very much like a third world nation needing help from the watching world. Burned out car wrecks. Women crying. Dead bodies. Children fearing. Land devestated as if by atomic bomb. Smouldering crushed homes & businesses. Perished dreams. Extinguished hopes. Demoralised people. Yes you will recover. You must. But forever you will know you are now only one step from the ghastly third world image that you scornfully claim other nations to be. And the witnessing world will also know such things, as they have always done, that your country is at all times but one small tread from humiliation. No better than the rest of us. Perhaps even worse as you are not yet hardened to the reality of large scale disaster. Learn from this event the consequences of your HUBRIS and never imagine again that your nation occupies a glorified position of untouchability by disasters, natural or man made. The ugly images broadcast to the world of Australia and its recent events must surely now give you pause to sit in quiet introspection as you assess how your behaviours have upset your own people so much that they would seek to turn on you and set such fires upon you deliberately. And then once you have considered your national behaviour, think also of the ...
  • LOVE GAME//JEMI STORY Ep. 3 [Can't wait for that girl] DEMETRIAS POv Aghh! I just cant help it! Im soo falling for him, but it seems just imposible. Even though he treats me kinda nice, he is still JOE JONAS! I mean come on! Me and him!? So naive! Its just not going to happen. JONAS HOUSE [ IN THE EVENING] Nick: Are you sure its gonna work? *unsure* Joe: Pff *sitting on sofa ,looking nowhere with a smirk on his face* Are you kidding me? The way she looked at me! Like I said- MELTING *laughs* Shes SO Naive! *scornfully* So naive. *repeats mumbling and shakes her head*takes a sip of his beer* Nick: * in incomprehension* Why are you doing this? Do you really find it to be funny? Joe: *blankly* Kinda. *takes another sip* Nick: * a little bit dissapointed* Man,youre just mean. Joe: *gives him a look that showes i really dont care attitude- * Gotta go. Vanessas waiting. *rises up form the sofa* Nick: * a bit irronic* Oh, forgot that you have that chick, too. *grabs some apple from the bowl* Joe: You know I can get every girl I want. * says really simple* Nick: *sighs* cant wait for the girl thats gonna show you. Joe: *almost starts to laugh* Aint gonna happen. *takes Nicks apple from his hand* Nick: *looks at his ampty palm* *ironically* yeah, I was just going to give it to you! Joe: *blinks to Nick* Nick: *sighs* Joe: * starts to laugh * youre too intense bro! *spats his shoulder, than grabs his jacket and leaves, slamming the doors behind him* Nick:* mumbles*as I said- cant wait for that girl.. Joe: *walking down the streat* * A ...
  • Ramayan - Full Episode (EP # 07) In the gurukul Guru Vashisth has begun to impart gyan to the princes. In mithila Raja Janak and Sunaina are happily watching Sita grow up into lovely lass. Sunaina says she has noticed that Sita has brought prosperity and well-being to mithila. Ever since they brought her home as an infant, there has been no scarcity of any sort in mithila. But she has a worry about Sita as she is growing up. Who will marry her? Janak hasnt got over the Shiv Dh***h incident. He tells Sunaina that whoever is able to lift the Shiv Dh***h will be eligible to marry Sita. Sunaina agrees and says the lucky young man has surely taken birth somewhere already. In Vashisths gurukul Ram picks up a dh***h and arms it accurately. Vashisht tells his pupils that it is important to know who, what and where the arm of the archer is. Whatever you do must be for the good of mankind he tells them. In his ashram sage Vashwamitra is performing a yagya. Demons Mareech and Subahu are hovering in the sky, throwing bones and blood into the fire of the yagya and guffawing scornfully. Mareech and Subahu return to the darbar of Khar and Dooshan to inform them that they have successfully spoiled Vishwamitras yagya. In the ashram of Vishwamitra the rishis are crestfallen and they ask each other: is there no one who can safeguard us from such demons? Ram and his brothers are learning the art of shastra and shastra from Guru Vashisht. With shastra they learn to use weapons to protect society and with shaastra they ...
  • Halo 3 - MLG Onslaught Tips and Callouts - Fatal Fear 2v2 Team Fatal Fear MLG 2v2 Team Presents There First Video on youtube. iMmOrTaL, Ambush v2 and iHaZ a RoFl GuN are moving ahead of the game. Next Video out soon! Ingore the following: 3. awe-solemn wonder 4. bitter-exhibiting strong animosity as a result of pain or grief 5. cynical-questions the basic sincerity and goodness of people 6. condescension; condescending-a feeling of superiority 7. callous-unfeeling, insensitive to feelings of others 8. contemplative-studying, thinking, reflecting on an issue 9. critical-finding fault 10. choleric-hot-tempered, easily angered 11. contemptuous-showing or feeling that something is worthless or lacks respect 12. caustic-intense use of sarcasm; stinging, biting 13. conventional-lacking spontaneity, originality, and individuality 14. disdainful-scornful 15. didactic-author attempts to educate or instruct the reader 16. derisive-ridiculing, mocking 17. earnest-intense, a sincere state of mind 18. erudite-learned, polished, scholarly 19. fanciful-using the imagination 20. forthright-directly frank without hesitation 21. gloomy-darkness, sadness, rejection 22. haughty-proud and vain to the point of arrogance 23. indignant-marked by anger aroused by injustice 24. intimate-very familiar 25. judgmental-authoritative and often having critical opinions 26. jovial-happy 27. lyrical-expressing a poets inner feelings; emotional; full of images; song-like 28. matter-of-fact--accepting of conditions; not fanciful or emotional 29. mocking-treating with ...
  • My Super Duper Fly Rapping, Yeah! At my high school talent show...lots of stomach-clutching for some reason. Dunno why, but anyway... And my friends wanted me to post the lyrics since I can't be heard that well, so here ya go: Now I may as well proceed, cuz white boy jokes are played as hell. What I say impels the cultus...I am the alpha and omega male. Even if I had writer's block when I wrote this It's hard to entertain without stopping to notice What your existence comprises of—the lies and loves Come with the turf you plant your feet on and hope to rise above But I'm enticed enough by the cats in the bleachers With their limited admirable features, but half of MC's are Predestined to be a microcosm in this glamorous orgeee Of blood, sweat, MTV, and Bacardi Lime, While the other half is scornfully, mourning these harder times, Of whoring the art of rhyme to those who can hardly rhyme. So martyrs line up for the latest way to say hip-hop is dead Naw, rap is more like Busta Rhymes...it was rocking dreads Then it cut 'em off to mark the birthing of a new entity, But mainstream went gangrene and made a few enemies. So either you defend the streets or you're living seven feet Underground—then claim that everybody dumbs it down. See we all run around this debate, people drown it with hate And in the end none of these clowns innovate. But then you got a problem wanting to rap When the only hood that you rep was bought at the Gap Cuz you're little cracker, a brittle rapper Belittled after you try to emulate ...
  • Humberto Velez's The Last Builder, music by Nikola Kodjabashia, 2008 The Last Builder by Humberto Velez with Dionisio Herrera Gonzalez, Super 8 B&W, Music by Nikola Kodjabashia, Montage by Willian Aldersley, 2008. "We called him Jose, for no reason, although his name was Dionisio Herrera Gonzalez; one of the many unexplained things in a life full of secrets. He was seventy years old when he was captured in this film. He was born in Jamaica, of Cuban-Oriental parents, he always emphasized. And he arrived in Panama when he was still a small child. It was through friends his father had made during the c*** construction, that he was hired when he was only fif*** years old, under another name and stating a different age. Neither Jose, nor Dionisio, was really a Hercules, who boasted that he had split the continents spine with his hands. I opened it with my own hands—he would say, while smiling scornfully. It seemed as if the continent had transferred its strength to him. This was not his only achievement. A pioneer of bodybuilding as a way of life, he had sculpted his body, defying time. Time, on the other hand, had not allowed itself to be completely thwarted, keeping his face for itself." Giovanna Miralles, writer.
  • Orealis - The Raiders From "Night Visions": Last night a wind from Lammermoor came roaring up the glen With the tramp of trooping horses and the laugh of reckless men. It struck a mailed hand on the gate and cried in rebel glee, "Come forth, come forth, my borderer, and ride the march with me!" I said, "Oh, wind of Lammermoor, this night's too dark to ride, And all the men that fill this glen are ghosts of men who died. The floods are down on the Bowmont Burn and the moss is fetlock deep; Go back, wild wind of Lammermoor, to Lauderdale and sleep." Up spoke the wind of Lammermoor: "We know this road right well, The road that runs by Kale and Jed across the Carter Fell. There is no man of all the men in this grey troupe of mine But blind might ride the borderside from Tevyothead to Tyne." The horses fretted on their bits and pawed the flints to fire; The riders swung them to the south, full-faced to their desire. "Come," said the wind of Lammermoor, and spoke full scornfully, "Have you no pride to mount and ride your father's road with me?" A roan horse to the gate they led, foam-flecked and traveled far, A snorting roan that tossed his head and flashed his forehead star. There came the sound of clashing steel and hooftramps up the glen As two by two we cantered through, a troupe of ghostly men. Well, I know not if the farms we fired are burnt to ashes yet, And I know not if the stirks grew tired before the stars were set; I only know that late last night when northern winds blew free, A troupe ...
  • Women's Conference...I AM says, "You Are..." I attended a women's conference and loved it! We are ALL valuable in His sight. and BTW...the definition is because I probably messed it up in my video...HAHA... Haughty:disdainfully proud; snobbish; scornfully arrogant; supercilious: haughty aristocrats; a haughty salesclerk. 2. Archaic. lofty or noble; exalted.
  • A BOY NAMED SUE !!! JOHNNY CASH 1969 LIVE SAN QUENTIN PRISON The words of the Mother to the bride about how sweet the Mother and the Son are to each other. How Christ is bitter, bitterer, and most bitter for the evil, and how he is sweet, sweeter, and most sweet for the good. Book 1 - Chapter 58 SAINT BRIDGET PATRON SAINT OF EUROPE PART I The Mother of God said to the bride: Consider, new bride of my Son, the suffering of my Son, which surpassed in bitterness the suffering of all the saints. Just as a mother would feel the most bitter sorrow and anguish if she saw her son being cut to pieces alive, so, too, was I grieving at the torments of my Son when I saw his bitter sufferings. Then she spoke to her Son, saying: Blessed be you, my Son, for you are holy, as it is sung: Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Sabaoth. Blessed be you, for you are sweet, sweeter, and most sweet! You were holy before you assumed Manhood, holy in my womb, and holy after you assumed Manhood. You were sweet before the creation of the world, sweeter to the angels, and most sweet to me when you assumed Manhood from me. The Son answered: Blessed be you, my beloved Mother, above all the angels. Just as I, in a threefold way, was most sweet for you, as you were saying now, so I am bitter, bitterer, and most bitter for the wicked. I am bitter for those who say I have created many things without a reason and who scornfully say I have created mankind for death and not for life. What a miserable and foolish thought! Did I, who am the most righteous and virtuous, create the ...
  • Lunar Lullaby- Original An original tune we wrote this past summer, about being far away from the ones you love. Music and Lyrics by Aseem Kelly and Paula Lacson :) lyrics: v1: its late at night. and something aint right tryin to write a song but my inspirations gone where are you? its late at night my fears are riding free of any guiding light or safer things the owl in the the tree outside my window he looks at me scornfully says whooooooo are you waiting for? pch: we'll step from star to star our dusty path will light the way we'll fly on saturns wings across the milky way ch: meet me at the moon (i'll fight blackholes for you) meet me at the moon (if you meet me, i'll meet you) meet me at the moon (we'll be together soon) we'll be together soon v2: i dont want to be without you another day but it seems to me there is no other way until we two can be together once again, a happy end for us i guess that we'll just have to settle for our little lunar lullaby to get us by prechorus chorus br: as i gaze up out my window (out my window) i see my wishing star (wishing star, where are you?) i wish that it could bring me (bring me) closer to where you are and when the sky looks shattered (when the sky looks shattered) from this grounded point of view (from this grounded point of view) i climb a starlit ladder (climb my starlit ladder) that brings me straight to you chorus x2
  • FOX NEWS - Australians Guilty Of Mass Murder The awful images we see are akin to a third world country suffering from violence and war and crisis and self destruction. DRCongo. Iraq. Afghanistan. Liberia. Lebanon. Kenya. And many others have travelled this path. And now Australia looking very much like a third world nation needing help from the watching world. Burned out car wrecks. Women crying. Dead bodies. Children fearing. Land devestated as if by atomic bomb. Smouldering crushed homes & businesses. Perished dreams. Extinguished hopes. Demoralised people. Yes you will recover. You must. But forever you will know you are now only one step from the ghastly third world image that you scornfully claim other nations to be. And the witnessing world will also know such things, as they have always done, that your country is at all times but one small tread from humiliation. No better than the rest of us. Perhaps even worse as you are not yet hardened to the reality of large scale disaster. Learn from this event the consequences of your HUBRIS and never imagine again that your nation occupies a glorified position of untouchability by disasters, natural or man made. The ugly images broadcast to the world of Australia and its recent events must surely now give you pause to sit in quiet introspection as you assess how your behaviours have upset your own people so much that they would seek to turn on you and set such fires upon you deliberately. And then once you have considered your national behaviour, think also of the ...
  • AUSTRALIAS ARSONIST UNCOVERED The awful images we see are akin to a third world country suffering from violence and war and crisis and self destruction. DRCongo. Iraq. Afghanistan. Liberia. Lebanon. Kenya. And many others have travelled this path. And now Australia looking very much like a third world nation needing help from the watching world. Burned out car wrecks. Women crying. Dead bodies. Children fearing. Land devestated as if by atomic bomb. Smouldering crushed homes & businesses. Perished dreams. Extinguished hopes. Demoralised people. Yes you will recover. You must. But forever you will know you are now only one step from the ghastly third world image that you scornfully claim other nations to be. And the witnessing world will also know such things, as they have always done, that your country is at all times but one small tread from humiliation. No better than the rest of us. Perhaps even worse as you are not yet hardened to the reality of large scale disaster. Learn from this event the consequences of your HUBRIS and never imagine again that your nation occupies a glorified position of untouchability by disasters, natural or man made. The ugly images broadcast to the world of Australia and its recent events must surely now give you pause to sit in quiet introspection as you assess how your behaviours have upset your own people so much that they would seek to turn on you and set such fires upon you deliberately. And then once you have considered your national behaviour, think also of the ...
  • Billie Holiday-Ghost of Yesterday Enjoy =) Lyrics: Ghost of yesterday Stalking 'round my room All night long you stay Walk around profound gloom When the darkness falls When I've gone to bed Weirdly come your calls Mournfully, scornfully dead Folly of a love I strangled Pulsing heart I thought was gone Gives no peace Will not cease Prowling 'round till dawn Ghost of yesterday Every night you're here Whispering away Might have been, might have been, oh, my dear Foolish heart must pay Ghost of yesterday Yesterday
  • Revelations From The Edge Saviours and saints and sinners alike have felt me They've sensed me, permeate every pore Every fibre Every receptor, every pleasure-centre, and every nerve-ending of their being They've felt me invade their very core Unseen bonds. Invisible. Indivisible. Indestructible Prometheus Fenris Jesus Yes; in the dimly-lit, dark, dank, dreary dungeons of their desires...they have felt me. They've seen my face; grinning back at them Scornfully Mockingly Contemptuously Remorse Regret Pity Penitence Compunction Qualms Sorrow Sadness You didn't really think I'd regret pulling you in along into the vortex, did you? Now save your screams I'm going to rape your soul, slowly Very slowly And down the dark alleyways of your pain, this moment is going to seem like a memory of paradise After all, I have centuries to discover what makes you whimper.
  • "Totally Spies", Episode 22: Soul Collector P. 3 Several students are discovered to have been mysteriously drained of their youth. The girls investigate and come across the principal's diary which he has kept since the 13th century, thus learning that the school's principal is in fact a centenarian. He has maintained his youthful physique by absorbing the youth of his juvenile fellows to keep himself immortal. When he chooses Alex as his next victim, Sam and Clover are obliged to collaborate in order to stop him and his accomplices from gaining immortality. In a b-story, Mandy spots a gray streak in Sam's ginger hair and points to it scornfully. Sam believes that this precludes her from applying for a so-called "youth contest". Shortly before the winner of the contest is announced, Sam realizes that the appearance of the white hair was due to some paint she had come in contact with when repainting the walls of her room. ---------------------- Season: 1 Episode: 22 Part: 3 Airdate: May 18, 2002 Download: We don't own "Totally Spies"! All rights go to Marathon.
  • CNN - Australia Bush Fires The awful images we see are akin to a third world country suffering from violence and war and crisis and self destruction. DRCongo. Iraq. Afghanistan. Liberia. Lebanon. Kenya. And many others have travelled this path. And now Australia looking very much like a third world nation needing help from the watching world. Burned out car wrecks. Women crying. Dead bodies. Children fearing. Land devestated as if by atomic bomb. Smouldering crushed homes & businesses. Perished dreams. Extinguished hopes. Demoralised people. Yes you will recover. You must. But forever you will know you are now only one step from the ghastly third world image that you scornfully claim other nations to be. And the witnessing world will also know such things, as they have always done, that your country is at all times but one small tread from humiliation. No better than the rest of us. Perhaps even worse as you are not yet hardened to the reality of large scale disaster. Learn from this event the consequences of your HUBRIS and never imagine again that your nation occupies a glorified position of untouchability by disasters, natural or man made. The ugly images broadcast to the world of Australia and its recent events must surely now give you pause to sit in quiet introspection as you assess how your behaviours have upset your own people so much that they would seek to turn on you and set such fires upon you deliberately. And then once you have considered your national behaviour, think also of the ...
  • 5 Minutes Bible Study - Authority (2) AUTHORITY, 2 by Dr. Harold Sala The grass withers and the flowers fall, but the word of our God stands forever. Isaiah 40:8 Charles Haddon Spurgeon, the British expositor of bygone days, told the story of a poor woman who was confronted by an agnostic who asked, "What are you reading?" She replied, "The Bible, the Word of God." The agnostic said, "Who told you that is the Word of God?" She replied, "God told me so, Himself." "Told you so," he scornfully retorted, "Why, can you prove that?" Looking skyward the old lady replied, "Can you prove to me there is a sun up there in that sky?" He answered: "Why, of course! The best proof is that it warms me and I can see its light." "That's it!" was her joyous reply. "The proof that I have that this is the Word of God, is that it warms me and lights my soul!" You would probably agree that the Bible does this, but is it enough to simply appeal to the subjective element of your experience? I've had people tell me the same thing in response to reading modern gurus, or eastern prophets who sit draped in a bed sheet hallucinating on drugs. Upon what does the authority of the Bible rest? Your experience, a warm feeling in your heart, or upon certain pragmatic facts which form a bedrock for your faith? The Bible does bear witness to its distinctive and unusual authorship. It declares that it was given by holy men of God who wrote as they were moved or born along by the Holy Spirit. Gautama Buddha or Mohammed made no such claim. When the ...
  • Gorguts - Orphans Of Sickness From the 1993 album "The Erosion Of Sanity". © Roadrunner Records. Luc Lemay - Vocals / Guitars Sylvain Marcoux - Guitars Eric Giguere - Bass Stephane Provencher - Drums Lyrics: In the tombs of pain and innocence Forever were buried Souls of those who've never asked to be Scornfully immolated The art of transplantation Has saved a lot of lives By frauding a child's adoption I will be saving mine In the name of science They've claimed being our saviors Money is what keeps busy These medical butchers Soiled with blood all over their hands They've just killed for a cuople of grand Orphans of sickness were put to rest Miserable adoption has torn their souls to shreds Orphans of sickness now dwell in death With nice tags on their organs, their existence will end Children were dissected By those sick, demented In the tombs of pain and innocence Forever were buried Souls of those who've never asked to be Scornfully immolated To achieve my transplantation I stole a lot of lives Through the kindness of adoption All those lives are now mine Orphans of sickness were put to rest Miserable adoption has torn their souls to shreds Orphans of sickness now dwell in death With nice tags on their organs, their existence will end
  • O Sacred Head, Now Wounded (Passion Chorale) - Piano with Lyrics Solo piano meditation on the hymn "O Sacred Head, Now Wounded (Passion Chorale)" recorded March, 2011. Produced in Apple Logic Express 9.0 using Kontakt "Alicia's Keys" virtual piano (Yamaha C3 Neo grand). Arrangement and recording copyright 2011 by Rick Betts O sacred Head, now wounded, with grief and shame weighed down, Now scornfully surrounded with thorns, Thine only crown; O sacred Head, what glory, what bliss till now was Thine! Yet, though despised and gory, I joy to call Thee mine. What Thou, my Lord, hast suffered, was all for sinners' gain; Mine, mine was the transgression, but Thine the deadly pain. Lo, here I fall, my Savior! 'Tis I deserve Thy place; Look on me with Thy favor, vouchsafe to me Thy grace. What language shall I borrow to thank Thee, dearest friend, For this Thy dying sorrow, Thy pity without end? O make me Thine forever, and should I fainting be, Lord, let me never, never outlive my love to Thee.
  • VOICES NEEDED (read side pannel 2nd Update: I GOTS DIALOUGUE FOR ALL OF JOO!! and remeber to try out for charecers other than the ones shown in the video Bluestar: You will be a great leader." Bluestar's voice was the merest whisper. "One of the greatest the forest has ever known. You will have the warmth of fire to protect your Clan and the fierceness of fire to defend it. You will be Firestar, the light of ThunderClan." - Bluestar Darkstripe: "This is not my Clan." Darkstripe hissed scornfully. "Not any longer. ThunderClan is led by a kittypet, and there's nothing left to fight for. I feel no loyalty to ThunderClan. In the whole forest, the only cat worth following is Tigerstar." -Darkstripe Lionheart: "Bluestar, this is a KITTYPET. He should not be hunting in thunderclan terrotory send him HOME to his TWOLEGS!" "Understand that Bluestar deosn't make her offering lightly, if you ish to train with us we will have to take you into our clan You must either live with us and respect our ways, OR return to your Twoleg place and never return,Rusty, you can't live with a paw in each world" - Lionheart Brightpaw/lostface: "Cloudtail, Princess looked as if she were scared of. I want-" *swallows* "- I want to see myself, is there a puddle i can look into?" - brightpaw EDIT/UPDATE: I found a better and new style its VERY similar to this one here and i wante everyone to know that the episodes will be on a different account OK! as you know i am making an animated series for warriors, all of the series. and i need ...
  • BBC - Bush Fires Deliberately Lit The awful images we see are akin to a third world country suffering from violence and war and crisis and self destruction. DRCongo. Iraq. Afghanistan. Liberia. Lebanon. Kenya. And many others have travelled this path. And now Australia looking very much like a third world nation needing help from the watching world. Burned out car wrecks. Women crying. Dead bodies. Children fearing. Land devestated as if by atomic bomb. Smouldering crushed homes & businesses. Perished dreams. Extinguished hopes. Demoralised people. Yes you will recover. You must. But forever you will know you are now only one step from the ghastly third world image that you scornfully claim other nations to be. And the witnessing world will also know such things, as they have always done, that your country is at all times but one small tread from humiliation. No better than the rest of us. Perhaps even worse as you are not yet hardened to the reality of large scale disaster. Learn from this event the consequences of your HUBRIS and never imagine again that your nation occupies a glorified position of untouchability by disasters, natural or man made. The ugly images broadcast to the world of Australia and its recent events must surely now give you pause to sit in quiet introspection as you assess how your behaviours have upset your own people so much that they would seek to turn on you and set such fires upon you deliberately. And then once you have considered your national behaviour, think also of the ...