If the break up of the Noise Board represented the, Civil War then is this Reconstruction? Options

[tom from out of town]

If this is the Reconstruction period of the Noise Board, we can trust that quite soon the powers that be will grow tired of monitoring things here, after which we'll be free to resume many, if not all, of our earlier vicious practices.

hopefully we will have a separate drinking fountain for Basic members

[Charlemagne]

If this is the Reconstruction period of the Noise Board, we can trust that quite soon the powers that be will grow tired of monitoring things here, after which we'll be free to resume many, if not all, of our earlier vicious practices.

There are lynchings taking place right now over in the Music Thread.

[JodyThePig]

hopefully we will have a separate drinking fountain for Basic members

At least!

Platinum Man + Platinum Woman = Platinum Baby

Basic Man + Basic Woman = Basic Baby

Platinum Man + Basic Woman = Basic Baby

Basic Man + Platinum Woman = Basic Baby

[Maximum Tor]

You know, you guys aren't really giving DW Griffith a lot to work with.

[Charlemagne]

You know, you guys aren't really giving DW Griffith a lot to work with.

Maybe we should devise something in which the crude Basic Members go after the the pristine Platinum Member women.

[John D]

Maybe we should devise something in which the crude Basic Members go after the the pristine Platinum Member women.

Hey! Where the Platinum women at?



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[JodyThePig]

Maybe we should devise something in which the crude Basic Members go after the the pristine Platinum Member women.

*ahem*

[Maximum Tor]

*ahem*

Uppity Pig.

[JodyThePig]

Uppity Pig.

Only dyed-in-the-wool bigots still oppose species-mixing.

[Charlemagne]

*ahem*

I am just trying to give DW something to work with.

[Maximum Tor]

Only dyed-in-the-wool bigots still oppose species-mixing.

It's a slippery slope that will only lead to people marrying mail boxes, fictional characters and Larry King.

[JodyThePig]

It's a slippery slope that will only lead to people marrying mail boxes, fictional characters and Larry King.

And, as smcd warns, they'll all be banging cabbages on the side.

(guest_bob favors kimchee, himself, as he's a multiculturalist.)

[Maximum Tor]

And, as smcd warns, they'll all be banging cabbages on the side.

(guest_bob favors kimchee, himself, as he's a multiculturalist.)

I assumed it would be wasabi as he's a multiculturalmasochist.

Plus during copulation he can point out that few Americans have ever had real wasabi.

[dimenno]

"God damn your god damned old hellfired god damned soul to hell god damn you and god damn your god damned family's god damned hellfired god damned soul to hell and good damnation god damn them and god damn your god damned friends to hell.
Peter Muggins, American citizen, letter to President Abraham Lincoln (1809-65)"

Uhhh... damn!

So fine.

My favorite.

HLM on Bryan is also good:

Bryan was a vulgar and common man, a cad undiluted. He was ignorant, bigoted, self-seeking, blatant and dishonest. His career brought him into contact with the first men of his time; he preferred the company of rustic ignoramuses. It was hard to believe, watching him at Dayton, that he had traveled, that he had been received in civilized societies, that he had been a high officer of state. He seemed only a poor clod like those around him, deluded by a childish theology, full of an almost pathological hatred of all learning, all human dignity, all beauty, all fine and noble things. He was a peasant come home to the dung-pile. Imagine a gentleman, and you have imagined everything that he was not.

http://www.peeniewallie.com/2005/06/h_l_menckens_ob.html

And HST on Nixon:

If the right people had been in charge of Nixon's funeral, his casket would have been launched into one of those open-sewage canals that empty into the ocean just south of Los Angeles. He was a swine of a man and a jabbering dupe of a president. Nixon was so crooked that he needed servants to help him screw his pants on every morning. Even his funeral was illegal. He was queer in the deepest way. His body should have been burned in a trash bin.

http://www.peeniewallie.com/2005/06/hunter_s_thomps.html

And Swinburne on Emerson:

: "a gap-toothed and hoary-headed ape, carried at first into notice on the shoulder of Carlyle, and who now in his dotage spits and chatters from a dirtier perch of his own finding and fouling: coryphaeus or choragus of his Bulgarian tribe of autocoprophagous baboons, who make the filth they feed on. . . ."

http://www.nytimes.com/books/00/03/26/spec...-invective.html

And H.G. Wells on Henry James:

It is leviathan retrieving pebbles. It is a magnificent but painful hippopotamus resolved at any cost, even at the cost of its dignity, upon picking up a pea, which has got to the corner of its den.

http://www.slate.com/id/2108064/

[JodyThePig]

HLM on Bryan is also good:

Bryan was a vulgar and common man, a cad undiluted. He was ignorant, bigoted, self-seeking, blatant and dishonest. His career brought him into contact with the first men of his time; he preferred the company of rustic ignoramuses. It was hard to believe, watching him at Dayton, that he had traveled, that he had been received in civilized societies, that he had been a high officer of state. He seemed only a poor clod like those around him, deluded by a childish theology, full of an almost pathological hatred of all learning, all human dignity, all beauty, all fine and noble things. He was a peasant come home to the dung-pile. Imagine a gentleman, and you have imagined everything that he was not.

I think it's worthwhile to point out that this is from Mencken's obituary of Bryan.

Yeeouch.

[dimenno]

That cite was an abridged text. The American Mercury version is cited here and as its opening salvo included the following, near perfect, prose non-fiction paragraph:

Has it been marked by historians that the late William Jennings Bryan’s last secular act on this earth was to catch flies? A curious detail, and not without its sardonic overtones. He was the most sedulous flycatcher in American history, and by long odds the most successful. His quarry, or course, was not Musca domestica but Homo neandertalensis . For forty years he tracked it with snare and blunderbuss, up and down the backways of the Republic. Wherever the flambeaux of Chautaqua smoked and guttered, and the bilge of Idealism ran in the veins, and Baptist pastors dammed the brooks with the saved, and men gathered who were weary and heavy laden, and their wives who were unyieldingly multiparous and full of Peruna--there the indefatigable Jennings set up his traps and spread his bait. He knew every forlorn country town in the South and West, and he could crowd the most remote of them to suffocation by simply winding his horn. The city proletariat, transiently flustered by him in 1896, quickly penetrated his buncombe and would have no more of him; the gallery jeered at him at every Democratic National Convention for twenty-five years. But out where the grass grows high, and the horned cattle dream away the lazy day, and men still fear the powers and principles of the air--out there between the corn-rows he held his old puissance to the end. There was no need of beaters to drive his game. The news that he was coming was enough. For miles the flivver dust would choke the roads. And when he rose at the end of the day to discharge his Message there would be such a breathless attention, such a rapt and enchanted ecstasy, such a sweet rustle of amens as the world has not known since Johannan fell to Herod’s headsman.

http://purple.niagara.edu/chambers/mencken.html

(Courtesy of a weeding drive at Providence College, I own a nearly complete set of the American Mercury--ever issue save Volume 1, terminating in 1952.)

His justly celebrated observation regarding the speeches of Harding was also top-drawer:

[H]e writes the worst English that I have ever encountered. It reminds me of a string of wet sponges; it reminds me of tattered washing on the line; it reminds me of stale bean soup, of college yells, of dogs barking idiotically through endless nights. It is so bad that a sort of grandeur creeps into it. It drags itself out of the dark abysm . . . of pish, and crawls insanely up to the topmost pinnacle of posh. It is rumble and bumble. It is flap and doodle. It is balder and dash.

http://www.firstthings.com/ftissues/ft9505...s/revessay.html

[Charlemagne]

I think it's worthwhile to point out that this is from Mencken's obituary of Bryan.

Yeeouch.

Despite one notable bad career move, Bryan was a giant compared to Mencken.

[dimenno]

And Swinburne on Emerson:

: "a gap-toothed and hoary-headed ape, carried at first into notice on the shoulder of Carlyle, and who now in his dotage spits and chatters from a dirtier perch of his own finding and fouling: coryphaeus or choragus of his Bulgarian tribe of autocoprophagous baboons, who make the filth they feed on. . . ."

http://209.85.165.104/search?q=cache:7pCPN...lient=firefox-a