The Social Issues Tattler
Everyone thinks of changing the world, but no one thinks of changing himself.
Karl d-Az has to be the most insanely self-important, egotistical, bloated wind bag that every walked the halls of Social Issues. He expels endless energies righting wrongs from his slanted vantage point, as he attempts to humiliate anyone who dare disagree with the absurdity of his plethora of positions. Not only does Karl believe Arizona is the cultural center of the universe, he fantasies that he created the world with a little help from God. When this work was done, like any good thief that steals the work of others, Karl denounces God as a fake and tries to claim everything was his doing. Good work Karl, you wouldn't want to leave a witness. Today in Voo's room, where Karl slithers on the floor licking appropriate boots, he was preaching to the masses about Bayer aspirin, telling all that aborigines discovered the drug, and Bayer stole it. Karl you silly intolerant tumbleweed. Aspirin's roots are deep, and reach back to Hippocrates himself, the Greek father of modern medicine, who held the recipe for a pain reliever and fever reducer made from the bark and leaves of the willow tree. The key the Greek father of modern medicine held from sometime between 460 and 377 BC, was buried with him, and was not rediscovered until 1758 by an English clergyman.
Karl then went on to pontificate about the late, great , Colonel Saunders, and how the seven herbs and spices were stolen by the Colonel from a black woman. Karl, listening to you is just slightly less irritating than having my testicles power-sanded in the middle of desert while vultures dance and laugh, taking bets on how long it'll be before they can pick my bones clean. On second thought, bring on the birds.
Starlyin has gone to see the great Mickey, and while the cat's away the mice are playing. Shellycan is giving Mothers ten Lakota lashes, every chance he gets, and tossing in the odd kick to Starlyin. Poor old Shelly is having one last rodeo at the Beaver Ranch. This sad fellow with the saggy pants, and shuffling gate, still thinks he has it going on, when it comes to the ladies. He believes flirting with cyber women will give him more wood than Paul Bunyan on speed, but old Shelly's axe has dulled and his swing is off. It's time to hang up the gear Shelly , and let the young lads have a go at raising timber.
With Starlyin gone, and Boaz lost in the bowels of some rubber doll manufacturing plant, the loyal Starlettes are left to aimlessly wander the halls like zombies. With out stretched arms they bang into walls, and bounce out windows looking for their leader. Addydawn, scarlet, and firewoman, have attempted to fill the gap, but it's just not the same at night with Starlyin telling everyone how she's picked on, called names, badgered, beaten, and bewildered by evil people that just don't like to see a gal have fun. Why, even with Boaz as her commander in crime, she can't block pm's. Now Starlyin, come on, if you expect anyone to believe that, you are expecting way too much from the common man. Even the newest of the new can block a private message. There seems to be a bit of wanting to your whining.
Addydawn has taken the helm of the Good Ship stethoscope. Every utterance begins with "When I was saving a life today." or the ever popular, " I'm a physicians assistant". Addydawn the entire world knows it, and the entire world doesn't care. Today this woman had the termerity to tell a sad sack rambling on mic, that he "took too long to make a point". The room shuddered as the lightening bolt crashed through the ceiling and directly into Addy's hypocritical head.
Crazy Cajun, have a drink on us.
Stefhaj, is now heading up a new and improved Europe room, called Europe and the World. Kind of makes you think of that song " You and me against the world." Stefhaj should be very good at controlling the flow of conversation, and keeping people on topic if the numbers pick up. Today, there were five people in there and four of them were away from their computers, as goast rambled on about the quality of eggs in the UK. Now, there is nothing wrong with a good egg topic, but someone needs to mention to goast that the party ended and it's time for him to toddle on home.
Sensibly Forward and Tornado are running a room together. If you missed the movie "Whatever Happened to Baby Jane", rest comfortably that it's being re-enacted daily in this room. Tornado is trapped in the upstairs room with a barrel of wine, a collection of toy soldiers, and a tin can and spoon. Sensibly is downstairs slipping dead cats under silver dinner domes for him to eat. In she enters with smeared red lipstick, crimson cheeks and smile that screams "Be my friend". If Tornado ever sobers up he'll be calling Ooga for escape tips. Today in this wonderful room of wacky YaoYaoknow and WisdomX were converting the few, by reading from the Louis Farrakhan book, "You can be black too". Sensibly Forward and Tornado were kind to their speakers and sent them home with generous parting gifts. A copy of the "Life of Al Jolsen" and "Cotton pickin' isn't so bad , once you get the hang of it." Drop by if you're down a quart of race relations.
Today's highlight was listening to Addydawn (God's gift to medicine), Goatlove (name says it all), Virginia 1776 (the other professional student), and Crazy (I scare shithouse rats) Cajun, talk about how rude it is for people to have body odor. Not that these Keystone Cops of Conversation would get the irony, but mocking people's body odor is just a mile worse than the body odor itself. Think about that the next time your perfectness is perched on Righteous Ridge. Addydawn the woman who has forgotten more than Einstein knew, also had trouble understanding that Canada Geese are not called Canadian Geese. Addy, you bubble head, educate yourself. The vast majority of English speaking people call the goose that is large and has a black head branta canadensis a Canadian Goose. However, its original name was a CANADA Goose.
For all the insomniacs wanting fun without fuss in social issues, try dropping by Suzanne-aka-Umystifyme's room at night. If Windy isn't trying to take it over, or change the rules, it's a great way to enjoy the wee hours of the day with games. Suzanne has the patience of Job, and the laughter of children. Very refreshing room.
Idiot of the day ---- Karl d-Az
Nice person of the day--- Stefhaj
Admin of the day ---Suzanne-aka-Umystifyme
Quote of the day --- CrazyCajun: guards in jail and prison do NOT have weapons.....it's too dangerous
Letters to The Tattler
Dear Ed
I have to-day had much pleasure in reading the Tattler, you will be pleased to learn that I have taken your advice and spoken at great length to my roomies in the Europe Room, but alas this has deprived you many thousands of readers the privilege of my outburst so come on old chap a letters page please.
Yours fraternally goast_3
Karl d-Az has to be the most insanely self-important, egotistical, bloated wind bag that every walked the halls of Social Issues. He expels endless energies righting wrongs from his slanted vantage point, as he attempts to humiliate anyone who dare disagree with the absurdity of his plethora of positions. Not only does Karl believe Arizona is the cultural center of the universe, he fantasies that he created the world with a little help from God. When this work was done, like any good thief that steals the work of others, Karl denounces God as a fake and tries to claim everything was his doing. Good work Karl, you wouldn't want to leave a witness. Today in Voo's room, where Karl slithers on the floor licking appropriate boots, he was preaching to the masses about Bayer aspirin, telling all that aborigines discovered the drug, and Bayer stole it. Karl you silly intolerant tumbleweed. Aspirin's roots are deep, and reach back to Hippocrates himself, the Greek father of modern medicine, who held the recipe for a pain reliever and fever reducer made from the bark and leaves of the willow tree. The key the Greek father of modern medicine held from sometime between 460 and 377 BC, was buried with him, and was not rediscovered until 1758 by an English clergyman.
Karl then went on to pontificate about the late, great , Colonel Saunders, and how the seven herbs and spices were stolen by the Colonel from a black woman. Karl, listening to you is just slightly less irritating than having my testicles power-sanded in the middle of desert while vultures dance and laugh, taking bets on how long it'll be before they can pick my bones clean. On second thought, bring on the birds.
Starlyin has gone to see the great Mickey, and while the cat's away the mice are playing. Shellycan is giving Mothers ten Lakota lashes, every chance he gets, and tossing in the odd kick to Starlyin. Poor old Shelly is having one last rodeo at the Beaver Ranch. This sad fellow with the saggy pants, and shuffling gate, still thinks he has it going on, when it comes to the ladies. He believes flirting with cyber women will give him more wood than Paul Bunyan on speed, but old Shelly's axe has dulled and his swing is off. It's time to hang up the gear Shelly , and let the young lads have a go at raising timber.
With Starlyin gone, and Boaz lost in the bowels of some rubber doll manufacturing plant, the loyal Starlettes are left to aimlessly wander the halls like zombies. With out stretched arms they bang into walls, and bounce out windows looking for their leader. Addydawn, scarlet, and firewoman, have attempted to fill the gap, but it's just not the same at night with Starlyin telling everyone how she's picked on, called names, badgered, beaten, and bewildered by evil people that just don't like to see a gal have fun. Why, even with Boaz as her commander in crime, she can't block pm's. Now Starlyin, come on, if you expect anyone to believe that, you are expecting way too much from the common man. Even the newest of the new can block a private message. There seems to be a bit of wanting to your whining.
Addydawn has taken the helm of the Good Ship stethoscope. Every utterance begins with "When I was saving a life today." or the ever popular, " I'm a physicians assistant". Addydawn the entire world knows it, and the entire world doesn't care. Today this woman had the termerity to tell a sad sack rambling on mic, that he "took too long to make a point". The room shuddered as the lightening bolt crashed through the ceiling and directly into Addy's hypocritical head.
Crazy Cajun, have a drink on us.
Stefhaj, is now heading up a new and improved Europe room, called Europe and the World. Kind of makes you think of that song " You and me against the world." Stefhaj should be very good at controlling the flow of conversation, and keeping people on topic if the numbers pick up. Today, there were five people in there and four of them were away from their computers, as goast rambled on about the quality of eggs in the UK. Now, there is nothing wrong with a good egg topic, but someone needs to mention to goast that the party ended and it's time for him to toddle on home.
Sensibly Forward and Tornado are running a room together. If you missed the movie "Whatever Happened to Baby Jane", rest comfortably that it's being re-enacted daily in this room. Tornado is trapped in the upstairs room with a barrel of wine, a collection of toy soldiers, and a tin can and spoon. Sensibly is downstairs slipping dead cats under silver dinner domes for him to eat. In she enters with smeared red lipstick, crimson cheeks and smile that screams "Be my friend". If Tornado ever sobers up he'll be calling Ooga for escape tips. Today in this wonderful room of wacky YaoYaoknow and WisdomX were converting the few, by reading from the Louis Farrakhan book, "You can be black too". Sensibly Forward and Tornado were kind to their speakers and sent them home with generous parting gifts. A copy of the "Life of Al Jolsen" and "Cotton pickin' isn't so bad , once you get the hang of it." Drop by if you're down a quart of race relations.
Today's highlight was listening to Addydawn (God's gift to medicine), Goatlove (name says it all), Virginia 1776 (the other professional student), and Crazy (I scare shithouse rats) Cajun, talk about how rude it is for people to have body odor. Not that these Keystone Cops of Conversation would get the irony, but mocking people's body odor is just a mile worse than the body odor itself. Think about that the next time your perfectness is perched on Righteous Ridge. Addydawn the woman who has forgotten more than Einstein knew, also had trouble understanding that Canada Geese are not called Canadian Geese. Addy, you bubble head, educate yourself. The vast majority of English speaking people call the goose that is large and has a black head branta canadensis a Canadian Goose. However, its original name was a CANADA Goose.
For all the insomniacs wanting fun without fuss in social issues, try dropping by Suzanne-aka-Umystifyme's room at night. If Windy isn't trying to take it over, or change the rules, it's a great way to enjoy the wee hours of the day with games. Suzanne has the patience of Job, and the laughter of children. Very refreshing room.
Idiot of the day ---- Karl d-Az
Nice person of the day--- Stefhaj
Admin of the day ---Suzanne-aka-Umystifyme
Quote of the day --- CrazyCajun: guards in jail and prison do NOT have weapons.....it's too dangerous
Letters to The Tattler
Dear Ed
I have to-day had much pleasure in reading the Tattler, you will be pleased to learn that I have taken your advice and spoken at great length to my roomies in the Europe Room, but alas this has deprived you many thousands of readers the privilege of my outburst so come on old chap a letters page please.
Yours fraternally goast_3