His heart was visible, and the dismal sack that maketh excrement of what is eaten.
Posted On:11/27/2012 2:52pm
Originally Posted by Mr. Machette
Reminds of when Idi Amin used to troll the British government by offering to send food aide back in the 70's.
That article is hilarious. I've never learned much about him, but it's reading time now. I definitely like his style.
"Conqueror of the British Empire in Africa in General and Uganda in Particular." - That's fucking priceless.
I'm also reading elsewhere he referred to himself as "His Excellency, President for Life, Field Marshal Al Hadji Doctor Idi Amin Dada, VC, DSO, MC, Lord of All the Beasts of the Earth and Fishes of the Seas." - Now, you've got to admit that's a bad ************.
Posted On:11/27/2012 2:59pm
Style: Getting fat.
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Posted On:11/27/2012 3:22pm
Considered in the abstract the boxing ring is an altar of sorts, one of those legendary spaces where the laws of a nation are suspended: inside the ropes, during an officially regulated three-minute round, a man may be killed by his opponent's hands but he cannot be legally murdered. Boxing inhabits a sacred space predating civilization; or, to use D.H. Lawrence's phrase, before God was love. If it suggests a savage ceremony or a rite of atonement it also suggests the futility of such gestures. For what possible atonement is the fight waged if it must shortly be waged again... and again? The boxing match is the very image, the more terrifying for being so stylized, of mankind's collective aggression; its ongoing historical madness.
Joyce Carol Oates, On Boxing
Posted On:11/27/2012 4:37pm
Style: Shorin Ryu
Amin's attempt at trolling Israel didn't go quite so well of course....
Posted On:11/30/2012 10:05pm
The Norwegian-bashing puts me in mind of an old joke.
The Norwegian border guards at a check point with Sweden wanted to soften up their counterparts across the border to prepare for an invasion. Day and night, they pounded their position with grenade after grenade. It might have gone on forever, but the Swedes finally got fed up, pulled the pins, and threw them back.
:shuffles out with head hung low:
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