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Posted on May 26, 2012 11:22:38 AM PDT
B. says:
Frogs jokes have moved to the Troll thread. :-):-):-)

In reply to an earlier post on May 26, 2012 7:39:17 PM PDT
Miss M says:
Hi B.,
Nope, not a pilot, just seem to have a lot of 'em in my life - fixed wing & rotary. :)
It's wonderful that you have that ability to help those poor children in such a constructive way...
hope the breezes have picked up for you this weekend.

Posted on May 26, 2012 8:16:51 PM PDT
B. says:
Well, you are a most pleasant sight to behold, How are you, going or coming? Rotary, that takes coordination, which unfortunately I do not have. Not only children, but adults, some just do not have the resources to draw on. It is satisfying to be able to help. I always look at life, that except for the grace of God, there go I. You in the medical field like G? Well, enjoy what's left of the weekend, behave yourself, and stay kind. :-)

Posted on May 27, 2012 5:08:03 AM PDT
Last edited by the author on May 27, 2012 5:11:50 AM PDT
B. says:
Remember on this Memorial Day, just what price we have paid for the freedom we now enjoy, and remember how easy we can lose that hard won freedom.
The Philosophy of INGSOC,

The German Nazis and the Russian Communists came very close to us in their methods, but they never had the courage to recognize their own motives. They pretended, perhaps they even believed, that they had seized power unwillingly and for a limited time, and that just round the corner there lay a paradise where human beings would be free and equal. We are not like that. We know that no one ever seizes power with the intention of relinquishing it. Power is not a means, it is an end. One does not establish a dictatorship in order to safeguard a revolution; one makes the revolution in order to establish the dictatorship. The object of persecution is persecution. The object of torture is torture. The object of power is power. "

Posted on May 27, 2012 5:14:45 AM PDT
B. says:
As outlined in 1984, this is the Social order of our Civilized World, come to think of it it's always been like this, no?

The Perfect Social Order according to "Garp",
Ingsoc's social class system

Population breakdown
In the year 1984, Ingsoc divides Oceanian society into three social classes, the Inner Party, the Outer Party, and the Proles:

The Inner Party make policy, affect decisions, and govern; they are known as "The Party". One of their upper-class privileges is (temporarily) shutting off their telescreens, for time alone. They live in spacious, comfortable homes, have good food and drink, personal servants, and speedy transportation. No Outer Party member or Prole may enter an Inner party neighbourhood without a good pretext.
The Outer Party work the state's administrative jobs; they are the middle class, whose "members are allowed no vices other than cigarettes and Victory Gin", and who are the citizens most spied upon, via telescreens and surveillance. This is because, according to history, the middle class is the most dangerous; they are the ones to incite revolution, the one thing The Party does not want. They live in rundown neighborhoods, use crowded subways as transportation, have poorer food and drink, and are denied sex for any other purpose than having children within marriage, and are expected to look at it as a duty, rather than pleasure.
The Proles are the lower class of workers . They live in the poorest conditions. The Party keeps them happy and sedates them with alcohol, gambling, sport, sexual promiscuity, and prolefeed (Fabricated books, pornography). They are not constantly watched by The Party. A few agents of the Thought Police mark down and eliminate any individuals deemed capable of becoming dangerous and spread false rumours. Proletariat are 85 percent of Oceania's populace.
Although the social classes of Oceania interact little, the protagonist, Winston Smith, attends an evening at the cinema, where proles and members of the Party view the same film programme; he patronises a proletarian pub without attracting notice (he thinks); and visits the flat of Inner Party man O'Brien, on pretext of borrowing the newest edition of the Newspeak dictionary. Ingsoc's propaganda proclaims its egalitarianism, yet the Proles and (some) members of the Outer Party are hideously exploited and live in poverty, whilst the ruling élite, The Party, work little and live well and comfortably; yet consumer goods are more scarce and expensive than under capitalism. It is suggested that this is not a result of a deficit of actual produce, but rather, a surplus: This surplus is more than taken up by ever-present warfare between Oceania, Eurasia and Eastasia. If the Party chose, all its people could live in luxury, but they instead choose to lower the quality of living.

In reply to an earlier post on May 27, 2012 12:02:18 PM PDT
twinny says:
Where are you B? Did I miss you today? :(

Posted on May 28, 2012 9:18:03 AM PDT
twinny says:
B ? :(

In reply to an earlier post on May 28, 2012 2:04:27 PM PDT
Sirena says:
:-(

You called. I came. You're gone.

B.
B.
B.
Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

In reply to an earlier post on May 29, 2012 7:50:17 AM PDT
twinny says:
I'm getting worried about him now, I have even emailed and got no reply :(

In reply to an earlier post on May 29, 2012 9:46:28 AM PDT
twinny says:
Just heard, he's fine. Just been working away for a few days :)

Posted on May 29, 2012 9:48:38 AM PDT
twinny says:
Who are the secret six?

Hugh, Pugh, Barleymagrew, Cuthbert, Dibble and Grubb.

In reply to an earlier post on May 29, 2012 10:19:23 AM PDT
Miss M says:
thanks for the update, Twinny. thought maybe he'd been taken hostage in Splinkerville...

In reply to an earlier post on May 29, 2012 12:53:31 PM PDT
Sirena says:
:-)

Posted on May 30, 2012 6:06:39 AM PDT
B. says:
Thinking about how my nieces would enjoy a day with Auntie Miss Mitford, for them, I give you this,

The Witches Song

"Hoity-toity! Hop-o'-my-thumb!
Tweedledee and Tweedledum!
All hobgoblins come to me,
Over the mountains, over the sea:
Come in a hurry, come in a crowd,
Flying, chattering, shrieking loud;
I and my broomstick fidget and call ---
Come, hobgoblins, we want you all!
I have a pot of a mischievous brew;
You must do what I tell you to;
Blow through the keyholes, hang to the eaves,
Litter the garden with dead brown leaves;
Into the houses hustle and run,
Here is mischevous and here is fun!
Break the china and slam the doors,
Crack the windows and scratch the floors,
Let in the cockroaches, mice and rats,
Sit on the family's Sunday hats;
Hiding and stealing everything little,
Smashing everything thin and brittle;
Teasing the children,
Tickling their heels ---
Look at them jumping! Hark to their squeals!
Pinch their elbows and pull their hair,
Then out again to the gusty air!
Flutter the birds in their sheltered nests,
Pluck the down from the ducklings' breasts,
Steal the eggs from the clucking hen,
Ride the pigs round and round the pen!
Here is mischief to spare for all ---
Hoity-toity, Come at my call!
Tweedledum and Tweedledee,
Come at my summons --- Come to me!"
Thus said a witch on a windy night,
Then sailed on her broomstick out of sight.
Ruth Bedford

Posted on May 30, 2012 6:49:37 AM PDT
Last edited by the author on May 30, 2012 6:52:45 AM PDT
B. says:
For my little prankish devil. Are devils supposed to be so attractive?

The Devil Beneath
© Ld Fisher
All sweet and innocent she might look
some people call her an innocent crook.
Her simmering smile
and make up on.
To cover up what lies beyond.

Look at her dress!
something's poking out.
I look beneath
to find out.

OH MY GOSH!
What could it be?
A red pointed tail
pointed right at me.

All clean and nice she might look
but remember she's still a crook.

In reply to an earlier post on May 30, 2012 7:06:48 AM PDT
Last edited by the author on May 30, 2012 7:10:13 AM PDT
Are you trying to tell me something B?

I mean, just because this wallet in my hand LOOKS like your wallet doesn't mean that it IS your wallet.
Just because the initial "B" is on it... well that could stand for... um... anything... ah... like Billfold. Yeah, Billfold.

*tucks pointed tail back under dress & starts to walk away*

*turns around, sticks B with my pointed tail then halls butt out of there*

Posted on May 30, 2012 1:02:37 PM PDT
B. says:
Just thought it was meaningful,

Cinderella, black boxes, wishing stars
by StandStill

Little black boxes
and pumpkin cars
happy, singing crickets
make a wish on shooting stars

Bitter, red lines
on Princess's skin
Reader, didn't you know?
even angels sin..

But lock it all up
the ball's ever near
hides behind her mask
fake smiles, real tears

But twirl so pretty
silken gowns, happy face
masquerade dances
spinning, filled with grace

Oh, beautiful black box
forgetten in time
and the stroke of midnight hour
takes away the "just fine"

But the pumpkin never shows
and Cinderella sits alone
wishing on a falling star
only wanting a solid home

Poor little girl
so alone, so afraid
makeup all smudged
hair loose from its braid

The clock strikes three
and she's still by herself
realizes falling stars
are of absolutely no help

Say good night to Princess
she's still sitting on the steps
magic glass slippers, black boxes
how easily we forget

In reply to an earlier post on May 30, 2012 9:48:03 PM PDT
Last edited by the author on May 30, 2012 9:48:41 PM PDT
Miss M says:
LOL, B.,
I must be on a roll today - earlier somebody said I must be a lot older than she originally thought (because I mentioned Barbara Cartland); now I'm a witch. ;)
I will take that as a compliment since you think I would be entertaining for your nieces.
And I'm in great company with Lil Devil...
So, thank you!

In reply to an earlier post on May 31, 2012 6:17:58 AM PDT
B. says:
No, no. I meant you. Your personality, is so inspiring that my nieces would just adore you. :-):-):-)

In reply to an earlier post on May 31, 2012 6:43:27 AM PDT
Last edited by the author on May 31, 2012 7:18:02 AM PDT
I welcome your fine company. : )

It's quite an honor having B dedicate poems to us.
Let's hold our heads high and ......

**give B our version of the Queen of England's one handed wave as we go on our way**

Posted on May 31, 2012 8:47:11 AM PDT
Miss M says:
Thanks guys, you made me feel better!
Why, I'll even promise to use all five fingers when we give B. 'the salute'....

[Also, am loving the epic battle of The Frogs vs the Truly, Awful, Bad Poemz...]

In reply to an earlier post on May 31, 2012 9:01:22 AM PDT
Last edited by the author on May 31, 2012 9:34:15 AM PDT
It's always a tough decision... deciding between the Queen of England wave & the ever popular one fingered salute. : )
For once, I took the high road. Hey, miracles can happen. ; )

The Frogs vs The Bad Poems battle is heating up. You may want to enter the Troll thread with extreme caution from here on out.
I hope you have a strong stomach.

Posted on May 31, 2012 9:52:46 AM PDT
Sirena says:
:-)

Posted on May 31, 2012 12:59:28 PM PDT
twinny says:
Hugh, Pugh, Barleymagrew, Cuthbert, Dibble and Grubb - we know who you are.... ;P

In reply to an earlier post on May 31, 2012 2:01:13 PM PDT
B. says:
Tomorrow, B will solve the riddle, I hope. Read the following.;-);-)
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