"Steve Leyland" wrote:
Thom Stewart wrote:
: How Goes it Enemy Mine:

sheesh. man; nobody on usenet should be an enemy, just someone with a
differing viewpoint always open to debate.

Hey you!
out there in the cold
getting lonely, getting cold, can you feel me
Hey you! Standing in the aisles
with itchy feet and fading smiles, can you feel me
Hey you! don't help them bury the light
Don't give in without a fight.
Hey you! out there on your own
Sitting naked by the phone, would you touch me
Hey you! with your ear against the wall
Waiting for someone to call out, would you touch me
Hey you! would you help me to carry the stone
Open your heart, i'm coming home
But it was only fanstasy
The Wall was too high, as you can see
No matter how he tried he could not break free
And the worms ate into his brain
Hey you! out there on the road
Doing what you're told, can you help me
Hey you! out there beyond the wall
Breaking bottles in the hall, can you help me
Hey you! don't tell me there's no hope at all
Together we stand, divided we fall.

(pink floyd)

Very nice...and appropriate too!

LP

Lady Pilot wrote:
: "Steve Leyland" wrote:
:: Thom Stewart wrote:
::: How Goes it Enemy Mine:
::
:: sheesh. man; nobody on usenet should be an enemy, just someone with a
:: differing viewpoint always open to debate.
:
:: Hey you!
:: out there in the cold
:: getting lonely, getting cold, can you feel me
:: Hey you! Standing in the aisles
:: with itchy feet and fading smiles, can you feel me
:: Hey you! don't help them bury the light
:: Don't give in without a fight.
:: Hey you! out there on your own
:: Sitting naked by the phone, would you touch me
:: Hey you! with your ear against the wall
:: Waiting for someone to call out, would you touch me
:: Hey you! would you help me to carry the stone
:: Open your heart, i'm coming home
:: But it was only fanstasy
:: The Wall was too high, as you can see
:: No matter how he tried he could not break free
:: And the worms ate into his brain
:: Hey you! out there on the road
:: Doing what you're told, can you help me
:: Hey you! out there beyond the wall
:: Breaking bottles in the hall, can you help me
:: Hey you! don't tell me there's no hope at all
:: Together we stand, divided we fall.
::
:: (pink floyd)
:
: Very nice...and appropriate too!

I thought so too.
:
: LP

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Money is a good servant, but a bad master.
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My suggestion is to completely ignore idiots like Leland. They are the
lowest form of pond scum. People like him have tried unsuccessfully in
the past to disrupt the newsgroup. The best medicine is to completely
ignore them. As I'm sure you'll see, they're most intelligent response
is to yell nasty names. Other than that, they have nothing.

jg, netKKKop, alt.sailing.asa
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"Warning to all:
Steve Leyland is a trolling **** of the highest order. Killfile the
muppet now and move on. Even the briefest of searches on his past
UseNet posts will reveal the truth. You have been warned. *plonk*"

bear, netKKKop, uk.rec.motorcycles
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The best lesson I was ever given about usenet came about six years
ago when someone told me to take everything, and everyone, with a
mine full of salt, at least in this context, as it can either be art,
trolls, or someone being serious, and you never know quite which. Me,
I just, mostly, don't give a ****. Some of the most entertaining
usenetizens are the kooks in the belfrey...

very wise words from candle, alt.alien.vampire.flonk.flonk.flonk
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"I went to the Garden of Love,
And saw what I never had seen;
A Chapel was built in the midst,
Where I used to play on the green.

And the gates of this Chapel were shut
And "Thou shalt not," writ over the door;
So I turned to the Garden of Love
That so many sweet flowers bore.

And I saw it was filled with graves,
And tombstones where flowers should be;
And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars my joys and desires."

William Blake.
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"When the Earth has been ravaged and the animals are dying, a tribe of
people from all races, creeds and colours shall put their faith in
deeds, not words, and make the land green again. They shall be known as
Warriors of the Rainbow, protectors of the environment."

Native American prophecy


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