Skip to comments.Whoa, Nellie, It Is GONE ... Wonder Why?
Posted on 04/01/2002 4:09:20 PM PST by Vidalia
How fast can fakirs and liars take a webpage off the net?
Well, those of you who saw my last rant about the namegame page, which is no longer located at http://www.fadetoblack.com/namegenerator/.....have noticed it has been taken off the net.
Did anyone get a chance to get their new Islamic name(s)before it was taken off-line?
I saw this same type of webpage way back during the Million Man March. Can't remember my name at that time but I know it wasn't "Huggy Bear."
And one more thing (I know, you really don't want to hear this), this is a news board and, if posted at all, this and your previous post should have been posted on the "General" forum.
Now, if you're still speaking to me, go out and find some news and post a news article.
Our muse it doth refuse to sing
Of cheese made early in the spring,
When cows give milk from spring fodder
You cannot make a good cheddar.
The quality is often vile
Of cheese that is made in April,
Therefore we think for that reason
You should make later in the season.
Cheese making you should delay
Until about the first of May.
Then cows do feed on grassy field
And rich milk they abundant yield.
Ontario cannot compete
With the Northwest in raising wheat,
For cheaper there they it can grow
So price in future may be low.
Though this a hardship it may seem,
Rejoice that you have got the cream,
In this land of milk and honey,
Where dairy farmers do make money.
Utensils must be clean and sweet,
So cheese with first class can compete,
And daily polish up milk pans,
Take pains with vats and with milk cans.
And it is important matter
To allow no stagnant water,
But water from pure well or stream
The cow must drink to give pure cream.
Canadian breeds 'tis best to pair
With breeds from the shire of Ayr,
They thrive on our Canadian feed
And are for milking splendid breed.
Though 'gainst spring cheese some do mutter,
Yet spring milk also makes bad butter,
Then there doth arise the query
How to utilize it in the dairy.
The milk it floats in great spring flood
Though it is not so rich and good,
Let us be thankful for this stream
Of milk and also curds and cream.
All dairymen their highest aims
Should be to make the vale of Thames,
Where milk doth so abundant flow,
Dairyland of Ontario
Ode on the Mammoth Cheese (Weight over seven thousand pounds)
Original Text: James McIntyre, Musings on the Banks of Canadian Thames First published 1884
We have seen thee, queen of cheese,
Lying quietly at your ease,
Gently fanned by evening breeze,
Thy fair form no flies dare seize.
All gaily dressed soon you'll go
To the great Provincial show,
To be admired by many a beau
In the city of Toronto.
Cows numerous as a swarm of bees,
Or as the leaves upon the trees,
It did require to make thee please.
And stand unrivalled, queen of cheese.
May you not receive a scar as
We have heard that Mr. Harris
Intends to to send you off as far as
The great world's show at Paris.
Of the youth beware of these,
For some of them might rudely squeeze
And bite your cheek, then songs or glees
We could not sing, oh! queen of cheese.
We'rt thou suspended from balloon,
You'd cast a shade even at noon,
Folks would think it was the moon
About to fall and crush them soon.
Oxford Cheese Ode
The ancient poets ne'er did dream
That Canada was land of cream,
They ne'er imagined it could flow
In this cold land of ice and snow,
Where everything did solid freeze,
They ne'er hoped or looked for cheese.
A few years since our Oxford farms
Were nearly robbed of all their charms,
O'er cropped the weary land grew poor
And nearly barren as a moor,
But now the owners live at ease
Rejoicing in their crop of cheese.
And since they justly treat the soil,
Are well rewarded for their toil,
The land enriched by goodly cows,
Yie'ds plenty now to fill their mows,
Both wheat and barley, oats and peas
But still their greatest boast is cheese.
And you must careful fill your mows
With good provender for your cows,
And in the winter keep them warm,
Protect them safe all time from harm,
For cows do dearly love their ease,
Which doth insure best grade of cheese.
To us it is a glorious theme
To sing of milk and curds and cream,
Were it collected it could float
On its bosom, small steam boat,
Cows numerous as swarm of bees
Are milked in Oxford to make cheese.
1. Would you please explain to all how much of the total bandwidth available that I have "terribly used".
2. What is your defination of "terrible"?
Please explain who the "watchdogs" are who are able to stop by and give me a hard time.
Madame, or Sir, you are referring to a socio/political time that spawned the National-Socialist political party, also known as the Nazis.
I am offended.
Beyond that, I will suggest this......
Maybe a bit of humour, betwixt nerve dulling newstext breaks the monotony of the times.
I have many choices of interaction on the net, including the dullard abhorrant chat rooms.
Why is this site called Free Republic?
...For you to attempt to stifle "other terrible "stuff"? I think not.
Le Vidalia de Pontificus Veritas
You hasten to say we should put aside the hunt for another day?
I'm still getting to it fine and it still generates a name. Are you on a company computer?
I shall wear it proudly.