africa wins again... Regards, Ivan
Ping!
He is quite simply utterly stark raving gibbering quivering mad as a hatter.
To paraphrase Mencken, the people of Zim voted for what they wanted. Now they're getting it good and hard.
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Mugabe condemns Homosexuality. At last the fruits are eating something.
Oh Oh, he condemned homo's. No THAT just might ruffle some feathers in the UN enough to bring action.
Oh, yeah......"apartheid".
I keep forgetting.
Garde la Foi, mes amis! Nous nous sommes les sauveurs de la République! Maintenant et Toujours!
(Keep the Faith, my friends! We are the saviors of the Republic! Now and Forever!)
LonePalm, le Républicain du verre cassé (The Broken Glass Republican)
africa wins again...by Edgar Allan Poe (1842)
THE "Red Death" had long devastated the country. No pestilence had ever been so fatal, or so hideous. Blood was its Avatar and its seal --the redness and the horror of blood. There were sharp pains, and sudden dizziness, and then profuse bleeding at the pores, with dissolution. The scarlet stains upon the body and especially upon the face of the victim, were the pest ban which shut him out from the aid and from the sympathy of his fellow-men. And the whole seizure, progress and termination of the disease, were the incidents of half an hour.
But the Prince Prospero was happy and dauntless and sagacious. When his dominions were half depopulated, he summoned to his presence a thousand hale and light-hearted friends from among the knights and dames of his court, and with these retired to the deep seclusion of one of his castellated abbeys. This was an extensive and magnificent structure, the creation of the prince's own eccentric yet august taste. A strong and lofty wall girdled it in. This wall had gates of iron. The courtiers, having entered, brought furnaces and massy hammers and welded the bolts. They resolved to leave means neither of ingress or egress to the sudden impulses of despair or of frenzy from within. The abbey was amply provisioned. With such precautions the courtiers might bid defiance to contagion. The external world could take care of itself. In the meantime it was folly to grieve, or to think. The prince had provided all the appliances of pleasure. There were buffoons, there were improvisatori, there were ballet-dancers, there were musicians, there was Beauty, there was wine. All these and security were within. Without was the "Red Death..."
I hope this doesn't get me banned, but if I was a powerball winner, I'd hire the heat to do just that.
Then I'd clean house a little farther down the dogpile as well, just to be sure someone just as culpable didn't become top dog.
Then I'd smile and be very happy.
Now the EU can have US soldiers arrested for merely putting panties on a prisoners head. So why not arrest a documented genocidal tyrant?
Oops, silly me, I keep forgetting. It's America's fault! It's Bush's fault!