Posted on 12/31/2007 8:13:10 PM PST by GRRRRR
I saw a thread earlier today that spoke of their anniversary at FR. It reminded me of our first big Freep.
Back in October 1998, JimRob said he was going to Washington and shake his old withered finger at Bill Clinton at the White House fence. In a matter of a few days, we had hundreds of Freepers signing up to join him.
I was there and took pictures. Here is a preview...
You can see the rest at the link above...
We will need to gather together again, this year, to assure that Hillary and her ilk do not gain the White House. Who ever is our nominee, we MUST UNITE with him so that NO CLINTON EVER uses the Oval Office for ANY purpose.
Happy New Year, In Days of Auld Lang Syne
AULD LANG SYNE
Words adapated from a traditional song by Rabbie Burns (1759-96)
Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to mind? Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And auld lang syne?
CHORUS: For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, We'll tak a cup of kindness yet, For auld lang syne!
And surely ye'll be your pint-stowp, And surely I'll be mine, And we'll tak a cup o kindness yet, For auld lang syne!
We twa hae run about the braes, And pou'd the gowans fine, But we've wander'd monie a weary fit, Sin auld lang syne.
We twa hae paidl'd in the burn Frae morning sun till dine, But seas between us braid hae roar'd Sin auld lang syne.
And there's a hand my trusty fiere, And gie's a hand o thine, And we'll tak a right guid-willie waught, For auld lang syne
Meanings
auld lang syne - times gone by be - pay for braes - hills braid - broad burn - stream dine - dinner time fiere - friend fit - foot gowans - daisies guid-willie waught - goodwill drink monie - many morning sun - noon paidl't - paddled pint-stowp - pint tankard pou'd - pulled twa - two
You do? I wonder if we can still find it on Google...let me check....found this thread from Jan 2000 but Sore Loserman was not shown - yet it was discussed.
http://www.freerepublic.com/forum/a3a6ba4ab04a6.htm
Thanks, Registered, wherever you are.
Speakin’ o’ Auld Lang Syne:
An Englishman is being shown around a Scottish hospital. At the end of the tour he is shown into a ward with a number of patients who show no signs of injury.
He goes to examine the first man he sees, and the man proclaims “Fair fa’ yer honest sonsie face, Great chieftain o’ the puddin’ race!”
The Englishman, somewhat taken aback, goes to the next patient, who immediately launches into:
“Some hae meat, and canna eat, and some wad eat that want it,
But we hae meat and we can eat, and sae the Lord be thankit.”
The next patient sits up and declaims:
“Wee sleekit cow’rin tim’rous beastie,
O what a panic’s in thy breastie!
Thou need na start awa sae hasty,
wi’ bickering bl’attle.
I wad be laith to run and chase thee,
wi’ murdering prattle.”
“Well” says the Englishman to his Scottish colleague “I see you saved the psychiatric ward for the last”.
“No, no” the Scottish doctor corrects him “This is the Serious Burns Unit”
OMG...that is HILLARIOUS!!
My father is a real Robbie Burns Day afficianado. He’s been invited many times to Glasgow University, his alma mater, to preside over the haggis!!
Tis a brah brigt moonlich nich tanich! (spelling?)
and I HAVE claimbed Goat Fell!
Glad you liked that joke — it’s a keyboard killer.
I’ve been to Glasgow, Edinburgh, and points in between, but never to the far north. Scotland has the most beautiful hills on earth.
What I loved most was motoring around the hairpin turns among the mist-shrouded hills on a weekday when there was hardly another car on the road, when suddenly a lake would come into view, and often a lone bagpiper out there skirling and echoing, perhaps hoping for a wee donation. It’s otherworldly.
the infowarrior
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