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Buffalo_Ken Both terms are in common use. To 'cast aspertions' is more common but to 'cast dispertions' also qualifies for use.You’re full of shit Ned. They are not the same. Not even close.
VooDoo6 I enjoy listening to Neil Oliver because his is the perspective of a certain once-foundational class of people that are rare now. He's the quintessential "solid citizen" - someone who likes things to be stable, and who wants the world to operate on a handshake basis, with everyone providing skills and products with honest value, and people being exactly who they say they are. These "salt of the earth" types used to be a lot more prevalent - they were the people in every village that everyone trusted implicitly, so much so that they took on an unspoken mantle - that of personification of the reasons to be proud of one's community. He's representative of an even smaller lineage of such people who are also willing to speak articulately from that viewpoint. He does a valuable service to remind the world that such a grounded perspective still exists.Understood.
While unelected and unaccountable they could and should and would take unilateral decisions?So really - you cast dispersions upon this VooDoo6 - seriously?
There are simply two tribesmanSo - with respect to this discourse - I concur with VooDoo6 - I know that is ironic, but to end your discourse in favor of a big hungry dog shows you might not understand nuance.
One very small....and very odd
And one very large "indeed" ( hard to translate that cause he was NOT eloquent in speech )
If it's finally about "dog eat dog"
My mind is always on the great big hungry dog
"Story at bottom of page"-and the rest of it now:
In a time and place no longer remembered except in lore, there lived a tribe of 60 or so....
Next to the river I am told.
The People went about their days...sustaining & loving; always ready to play. The times were good, imaginationwas free.-
And then, a young boy imagined a new game, a game he called "handwrestling". He told no-one of his imagination, but kept to himself. He practicedreligiously -- alone by the river; strengthening his hand. His right hand mindya.
Oh, how strong his hand became. The boy decided - I am ready. I will share "my idea".- He called to the other boys and described the game. There was only one rule- Use your right hand. The other boys were game, but one after another, thestrong right-handed boy made them lame....they looked up in awe.....- But then. a smaller boy emerged. His right-hand was OK, but oh, his lefthand, was something else. He refused to join the other young boys. The righthandedboy said "that ain't right". You HAVE to play my game. The lefthandedboy responded: says who?
I refuse.[ Link ] (6 of 7)8/16/2007 4:53:22 AM
- The right-handed boy attacked. Viciously, like nothing seen before.BK - from a site no longer published on the web but once was - and so tis a quandary when the likes of VooDoo are casting dispersions and the likes of Neil Oliver casting their lots with the "big dog"....oh well - better local l reckon - and I'm all up for barter - physical silver only please.
I WILL force you to play he screamed as he charged. But then, the left-handed boy defended with a blow so swift none could see. The aim was true and the fist hit.
The right-handed boy fell to the ground and rose no more.
- All stood and gazed: "what has happened here".
He was so strong. Howcould this be.
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The small boy stood in place, he looked around with contorted face. He did not know he could strike such a blow.- No matter though, as he walked away to be with his family in PEACE. He looked back and had this to say: Any game where you cannot use both hands is a game I will not play.
Definitely not operating as a legit Journalist with all the colors in his Crayon box.
He needs to have his perception goggles calibrated & adjusted.
Too many Clowns in his own deck.