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Amanda Knox Is Innocent

tell me how you'd behave normally being accused of killing your mate in a foreign country where they refuse to talk to you in your own language, provide a shred of evidence and every time you complain or ask for a translator or what the hell is going on you're beaten, told you're a satanist or have your name dragged through the mud by a sensationalist media which unlike the UK are allowed to report on the case whilst it's ongoing and tear you apart as you are not...

I can't say any of my actions under that kind of spot light would be considered behaving normally...

Ahh. Insights from within the Italian prison where Miss Knox is being held. Cheers for them.
 
or alternatively stop being a fucking child... you fucking child...

you know these are debate boards right the purpose of which is to fucking debate you fucking child.

on topic or not at all...

Garf, you are wasting your time trying to reason with Plaid Dragon.

He's about 12 years old, and not a mature 12 year-old either.

Have you read his poetry?
 
Garf, you are wasting your time trying to reason with Plaid Dragon.

He's about 12 years old, and not a mature 12 year-old either.

Have you read his poetry?

dwyer, you've shown yourself up in almost every post I've ever seen by you on here. I offered you a simple challenge a while back: post up some of your work, and I'll post up some of mine. You bottled out of it. I've got no time for WUMs like you.
 
I think this is genuinely the most ridiculous post I've ever read on here.

Oh really?

Because I have another candidate for "most ridiculous post ever." Check it out:

The conflagration of our wisdom,
Shines, uncontrollably, assuaging our collective despair,
May the truncheons of authoritative experience,
Rain down upon our fragile skulls,
Should we dare to question what we are told,
Is for the best.
But no! I hear you cry,
Infringing upon my desire for the mundane,
Did Guevara take his slurs lying down?
Would Princip have sat back,
And calmed his raging vigour,
To avenge his tattered belief system.
How quickly, these fickle men and women forget,
The heady days of 1990,
Where directly asserting your grievances,
Was a common activity for even,
The mellowest of men.

Would Princip have sat back and calmed his raging vigour?

Well, would he?
 
dwyer, you've shown yourself up in almost every post I've ever seen by you on here. I offered you a simple challenge a while back: post up some of your work, and I'll post up some of mine. You bottled out of it. I've got no time for WUMs like you.

Would Guevara have taken his slurs lying down?

Well, would he?
 
dwyer, you've shown yourself up in almost every post I've ever seen by you on here. I offered you a simple challenge a while back: post up some of your work, and I'll post up some of mine. You bottled out of it. I've got no time for WUMs like you.

Ah, how quickly the fickle ones forget the heady days of 1990...
 
Or, alternately, post some of yours up? I've got fuck all to hide.

But wait, there's more!

Whilst they sit there, the idle men,
The men of honour, overcrowded and shouted down,
By the men of deceit, of Bullish behaviour.
Let them shower us with continental ideas,
Let them patronise us with all they have learnt, al
That they think they know.

I love the idea of showering with continental ideas. "I say darling, would you mind turning the Baudrillard up a notch? The Derrida is scalding hot today..."
 
Mind you, it says an awful lot about dwyer that he's scoured through my past posts to find that. Tragic. Gives more people the opportunity to read it though, so cheers Pip. If you liked it (and I'm not sure why you would) I've got plenty more.
 
But wait, there's more!

I love the idea of showering with continental ideas. "I say darling, would you mind turning the Baudrillard up a notch? The Derrida is scalding hot today..."

Alternately, post some of yours up instead of mocking something better than you could ever do?
 
Also, it's painfully clear that most of the lines Dwyer has taken out of that poem, he hasn't got a fucking clue what they mean.

And oh, Garfield, are you going to castigate him for taking it off topic? No? Thought not.
 
Also, it's painfully clear that most of the lines Dwyer has taken out of that poem, he hasn't got a fucking clue what they mean.

It's true, they do go over my head a bit. But you can hardly blame me can you? It's not every day that one encounters work of such stunning erudition.

So perhaps you can help me out here. When you demand of the reader "Would Princip have sat back and calmed his raging vigor," to what do you refer precisely? Is it an historical allusion or a mere figure of speech?
 
It's true, they do go over my head a bit. But you can hardly blame me can you? It's not every day that one encounters work of such stunning erudition.

So perhaps you can help me out here. When you demand of the reader "Would Princip have sat back and calmed his raging vigor," to what do you refer precisely? Is it an historical allusion or a mere figure of speech?

I know you think you're being funny, but without any of your work to compare it to, you're just badly trolling.
 
it's great the way phil fucks over his own threads.

Tho only after he's been made to look a complete dick, of course
 
quote="PlaidDragon, post: 10461473"]Some of yours please?[/quote]

You must be joking. As if I could possibly compete with your immortal Muse:

Because we,
In our gangs of thousands,
The tag-alongs, anarchists all,
Know the truth,
And will never give up the fight,
Because education is not a privilege,
It’s a right.

(I think he actually has got some more in fact. Someone else ask him and he'll probably post it...)
 
I've got loads more. But y'know, how could I possibly compete with your lesbian separatist intellect?
 
Alternately, post some of yours up instead of mocking something better than you could ever do?
mate, you're a state, this isn't debate, you fucking ingrate, but wait, a mistake, well now you'll be played, shoulda stayed, in poetry corner, phil oughta had warned ya, outta bordom i scorned and pointed and yawned, cos it suddenly dawned, you can't play the ball, so be warned, your kidde school collection, is basic navel inspection, and on reflection, makes everyone question, the attention your getting, like childish bed wetting, seems your vexation, and ideas above your station, has made you complacent, arrogant, and debasing, the topic of conversation, with no heistation, there's no point you are making, this isn't about facing, a wider audience to play with, or perform and give missives, with little thought of the disses, your soon to received, because can't you see your poetry cannot be, as good as these short bars, so now you see stars, circling round your head, like wile e coyote, you're trying to hard to be outspoken, but really your broken, attention seeking, your joking, on a thread about murder, which happened in pergulia, so you turd burglar, shut the fuck up and turn tail, back to your hole you stoopid little troll, oh shit you've been bettered, fit up and then vetted and found to be lacking, cracking under the strain care to try again, you lame, full of shame, fucked in the brain, arrogant half insane, drain, of our precious oxygen, you fucking theif, you need to be buried 6 feet deep chief, so let's see you try to teef, the thread from it's topic and on to you, or you can STUF, come on son you know what's the truth, now is time to let the adults, talk and discuss, it's not time for your year 12 recital, which let's face needs bruching up, and fuck me you've been cussed in prosaic rhyme phrase, which incidentally is better than yours you know blud truth say...
 
mate, you're a state, this isn't debate, you fucking ingrate, but wait, a mistake, well now you'll be played, shoulda stayed, in poetry corner, phil oughta had warned ya, outta bordom i scorned and pointed and yawned, cos it suddenly dawned, you can't play the ball, so be warned, your kidde school collection, is basic navel inspection, and on reflection, makes everyone question, the attention your getting, like childish bed wetting, seems your vexation, and ideas above your station, has made you complacent, arrogant, and debasing, the topic of conversation, with no heistation, there's no point you are making, this isn't about facing, a wider audience to play with, or perform and give missives, with little thought of the disses, your soon to received, because can't you see your poetry cannot be, as good as these short bars, so now you see stars, circling round your head, like wile e coyote, you're trying to hard to be outspoken, but really your broken, attention seeking, your joking, on a thread about murder, which happened in pergulia, so you turd burglar, shut the fuck up and turn tail, back to your hole you stoopid little troll, oh shit you've been bettered, fit up and then vetted and found to be lacking, cracking under the strain care to try again, you lame, full of shame, fucked in the brain, arrogant half insane, drain, of our precious oxygen, you fucking theif, you need to be buried 6 feet deep chief, so let's see you try to teef, the thread from it's topic and on to you, or you can STUF, come on son you know what's the truth, now is time to let the adults, talk and discuss, it's not time for your year 12 recital, which let's face needs bruching up, and fuck me you've been cussed in prosaic rhyme phrase, which incidentally is better than yours you know blud truth say...

Admittedly you fitted in some pretty strange rhymes. Shame most of it didn't make sense, and it's also a shame I wasn't even asking you, I was asking Pip.
 
mate, you're a state, this isn't debate, you fucking ingrate, but wait, a mistake, well now you'll be played, shoulda stayed, in poetry corner, phil oughta had warned ya, outta bordom i scorned and pointed and yawned, cos it suddenly dawned, you can't play the ball, so be warned, your kidde school collection, is basic navel inspection, and on reflection, makes everyone question, the attention your getting, like childish bed wetting, seems your vexation, and ideas above your station, has made you complacent, arrogant, and debasing, the topic of conversation, with no heistation, there's no point you are making, this isn't about facing, a wider audience to play with, or perform and give missives, with little thought of the disses, your soon to received, because can't you see your poetry cannot be, as good as these short bars, so now you see stars, circling round your head, like wile e coyote, you're trying to hard to be outspoken, but really your broken, attention seeking, your joking, on a thread about murder, which happened in pergulia, so you turd burglar, shut the fuck up and turn tail, back to your hole you stoopid little troll, oh shit you've been bettered, fit up and then vetted and found to be lacking, cracking under the strain care to try again, you lame, full of shame, fucked in the brain, arrogant half insane, drain, of our precious oxygen, you fucking theif, you need to be buried 6 feet deep chief, so let's see you try to teef, the thread from it's topic and on to you, or you can STUF, come on son you know what's the truth, now is time to let the adults, talk and discuss, it's not time for your year 12 recital, which let's face needs bruching up, and fuck me you've been cussed in prosaic rhyme phrase, which incidentally is better than yours you know blud truth say...

Garfield, I love you. I think I'd better make like Princip and calm my raging vigor before I get carried away...
 
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