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Pablo Gets "In Line" |
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by Bob
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23 Jan 2002
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I am not coming into your "closet" to deal with your criminality "Paul" Rismaedal? whatever. Defend your criminality here on the front page. |
Ur Criminals = U-C
by Bob 3:22pm Wed Jan 23 '02 (Modified on 4:20pm Wed Jan 23 '02) article#3837
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Did you read my poem? Did you try to read it like you hated it? Did it come out bad? You doofus blowfish claim that it is a crime to divide criminals against one another. If you don't think what you are doing is criminal, defend your anality on the Front Page!
U-C = Ur Closet
by Bob 7:50pm Tue Jan 22 '02 article#3825
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Come on now! Empty out that closet! Shake them down! Shake them up! Show them what their lunacy is all about! This is the only perfect poem ever published. These censorous morons claim to be educated, but their stupidity shines.
UC Censors Are Homopaths
by Bob 11:22am Tue Jan 22 '02 (Modified on 12:39pm Tue Jan 22 '02)
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Chris Mitchell and "ML", who probably goes by the name John
Slade and many others are all trying to hide the fact that they are
working from a "closet". This is the only perfect poem ever written.
Make them defend their perversities in writing, right here on front
page.
Is Chris Home
by Bob 8:25pm Mon Jan 21 '02 article#3815
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Sorry to bother your cherished Crazy Asinine Lowdown Fool of a censor; but he didn't read
my poem; I'm sure.
Christopher Mitchell is a Homopath
by bob 11:47am Mon Jan 21 '02 (Modified on 11:58am Mon Jan 21 '02)
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How many more Crazy Asinine Lowdown Fools you got out there?
John Slade is a Homopath
by Bob 7:12pm Sat Jan 19 '02 (Modified on 1:12pm Sun Jan 20 '02)
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That poem was written by the gay people who were trying to get
gays to come out of the "closet". Do you think that any of them
are alive now? What the hell does homophobe mean? You are
all morons for thinking homophobia means that someone hates
homosexuals. Top this poem man! Write a better one! Find a
better one. You should have left Id=3929 and left the poem.
Prove that this stuff doesn't happen in the "closet". Are you a
homosexual? Tell us why this bothers you. It came from gay
newspapers.
I am adding my poem here for later posts of this article
on problem sites since the behavior of those who are
hiding my articles is very similar to that of the gays
living in the "closet". I remind you once again that the
content of this poem came from gay newspapers in the
80s, for some gays were trying to coerce all gays into
coming out of the "closet". I wonder what happened to
to those gays who publicized the dark side of the gay
lifestyle. As you should know, I contend that this is the
best poem of the 20th century, and I submitted it to a
contest for that honor. The form of this poem is the
same as that used by A.E. Housman, and he won the
award although he did not perfect this form. This poem
has perfected it; but the matter for arguement is
probably the use of the word "where". Where is this
"closet"? Is it everywhere? Is there a place where this
"closet" doesn't exist? If you can't tell us about this
place, that is a "closet" in itself. Who knows what goes
on in the "closet"? If someone reveals them, they are
no longer in the "closet". This poem took me six days
to write. If you don't think it is a good poem, let me see
you duplicate this form of poetry. The gays who revealed
the contents of this poem in the newspapers were probably
murdered by Anthrax; i.e. AIDS. The people who are
censoring my articles probably supported this. Of course
you could never prove anything! Dig up the bodies of gays
who advocated no "closets", and you will probably find
that they died not from AIDS but from Anthrax. In light of
the overwhelming lack of applaud for this poem, can I
safely presume that it is the best poem ever written?
"THE CLOSET"
Where love and truth wither and die,
Where gays say, "United we fly!"
Where yes means no, and no means yes,
Where those without can only guess.
Where selfish loveless people play,
Where those with God refuse to stay.
Where the game is played by the priest,
Where the one upheld is a "Beast".
Where folly reigns and lies are true,
Where jobs appear "out of the blue".
Where "fair is foul" and "foul is fair",
Where deceit reigns throughout the air.
Where gay women frustrate men,
Where those without are pecked like hens.
Where men are girls and girls are tough,
Where consummation's not enough.
Where darkness permits AIDS to thrive,
Where chaos reigns and talk is jive.
Where rational thought is not sought,
Where trained wisdom is all for naught.
Where the aim is domination,
Where drugs supply recreation.
Where plots and schemes are made to cheat,
Where crime and justice never meet.
Where's naught to fear but a number,
Where jests are made of His thunder.
Where the destination is hell,
Where they all say, "It's just as well."
PERMISSION IS GRANTED TO BROADCAST OR REPRINT
UNTIL 12/25/02
Copyright 9/18/90 Robert Meade "Bobby" "Israel" Deaf Messenger
10/6/01
why this article was hidden
by Paul 4:20pm Wed Jan 23 '02 article#3838
This post was hidden due to the author's never-ending abuse of the UC IMC website and failure to deal with the IMC collective in anything even resembling a respectful manner.
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by ML
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23 Jan 2002
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This repeat posting of Robert Meade's has been hidden because he still needs to justify any appearance of his on the Newswire to the U-C IMC Steering Group before his posting privileges are restored for his repeated violation of our editorial policy.
And Bobby, your poetry really sucks technically, irrespective of the subject matter. If it took you six days to come up with nothing better than "Where" to start each line with, there is no way you can claim this is a the best poem ever written without elicting amusement and derision from anyone who reads you delusional assertion. |
