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"Never do what the enemy wishes you to do" A marble bust, reputedly of Hannibal, found at the city-state of CapuaOne of my favorite Maxims of Napoleon is "Never do what the enemy wishes you to do, for this reason alone, he desires it." and Napoleon also said "A field of battle, the enemy has studied and reconnoitered should be avoided, and double care should be taken where he has had time to fortify or entrench, One consequence deduced from this principle is, never to attac...
"Never do what the enemy wishes you to do"
A marble bust, reputedly of Hannibal, found at the city-state of CapuaOne of my favorite Maxims of Napoleon is "Never do what the enemy wishes you to do, for this reason alone, he desires it." and Napoleon also said "A field of battle, the enemy has studied and reconnoitered should be avoided, and double care should be taken where he has had time to fortify or entrench, One consequence deduced from this principle is, never to attack a position in front which you can gain by turning."
Hannibal, Enemy of Rome
Two generations after the death of Alexander the Great, the power of the Mediterranean world was divided between Aryan Rome and Carthage. Carthage was first on the Sea and Rome, on land. Rome, an empire of trust with its closest neighbors, and a burgeoning protectorate for many nations around its borders, kept a careful eye on Carthage and eventually quarrels between these two growing powers began. This quarreling eventually brought on the Punic Wars. It was during this time possibly the Greatest Captain of History came of age Hannibal son of Hamilcar Barca the supreme Carthaginian Commander during the First Punic War
Hannibal received his first schooling as a soldier during the first Punic War at the age of nine, in his father's camps in Spain. Later his brother, Hasdrubal, who was elected upon his father in law Hamicular's death to General-in-Chief of the allied Carthaginian and Spanish Forces taking Hamicular's place. Hasdrubal, made Hannibal his Chief of Calvary at the age of twenty-one. When Hannibal was 24, Hasdrubal died and Hannibal was elected to take Hasdrubal's place as head of the Carthaginian Army.
Hannibal's father Hamicular had planned an invasion of Italy by way of crossing the Alps to conquer Rome but his death prevented him from carrying out his plan. Hannibal was determined to carry out his father's plans.
Hannibal, now in Command, immediately started laying the foundation to invade Italy by liberating Spain from Roman control. It took about 3 years for him to subjugate all Spain, and after a long siege captured Saguntum. This marked the beginning of the Second Punic War. Hannibal now had a base from which he could supply his forces with food and extra troops. This was one of the first blunders the Romans made in the Second Punic War. If they had come to the aid of Saguntum against Hannibal instead of fighting Ill...
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VATICAN documents have come to light showing that the wholesale massacre of the Knights Templar in the Middle Ages for alleged “heresy, idolatry and sexual perversion” — an episode still shrouded in mystery — took place even though the Pope had exonerated them in a secret trial. The revelation will put pressure on the present Pope, who has asked the Muslim world for forgiveness for the Crusades, to apologise for the persecution of one of the main Crusading orders as well. The Templar...
VATICAN documents have come to light showing that the wholesale massacre of the Knights Templar in the Middle Ages for alleged “heresy, idolatry and sexual perversion” — an episode still shrouded in mystery — took place even though the Pope had exonerated them in a secret trial.
The revelation will put pressure on the present Pope, who has asked the Muslim world for forgiveness for the Crusades, to apologise for the persecution of one of the main Crusading orders as well. The Templars, whose legendary power and wealth still exert a fascination, were disbanded by Pope Clement V at the Council of Vienne in France in 1312.
L’Avvenire, the Catholic daily, said that the record of the Pope’s investigation was thought to have been lost when Napoleon looted the Vatican during his invasion of Italy in the 18th century, and that its rediscovery was an exceptional event.
The Templar Grand Master, Jacques de Molay, was burnt at the stake on the orders of Philip IV of France (known as Philip the Fair), who coveted the Templar order’s land and treasure and began a campaign of dawn arrests and torture in 1307. At least 2,000 Knights were killed in an attempt to obliterate the order altogether. It was revived in the 18th century as part of the masonic movement, which is said to have inherited some of the Templars’ secret rituals.
Barbara Frale, a researcher at the Vatican School of Paleontology, said that the consensus among historians was that Clement V, who was himself French and a former Archbishop of Bordeaux, had been pliant and weak, and had colluded in Philip the Fair’s scheme to wipe out the Templars and seize their fortune. But documents found in the Vatican archives, including a long-lost parchment, proved that the Pope had in fact maneuvered “with skill and determination” to ensure that his own emissaries questioned de Molay and other leading Templars in the dungeons of Chinon castle in the Loire in 1308, in what amounted to a papal trial.
Signora Frale, who is writing a book based on the Chinon parchment, told the Italian monthly Hera, a journal of historical mysteries, that the result was the complete exoneration of the Knights.
The Pope had accepted the Knights’ explanation that the charges against them of sodomy and blasphemy were due to a misunderstanding of arcane rituals behind closed doors which had their origins in the Crusaders’ bitter struggle against the Muslims, or Saracens. These included “d...
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i'm here hanging out with the coolest person in the world she is 17 i'm 16 but were like family shes cool i'm cool thats the only reason i talk to her naw i'm just kitting she the best and i don't juge people by coolnes i mean i do but coolnes with me hah .
i'm here hanging out with the coolest person in the world
she is 17 i'm 16 but were like family
shes cool i'm cool thats the only reason
i talk to her naw i'm just kitting she the best and
i don't juge people by coolnes i mean i do
but coolnes with me hah .
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by mistrissmoon
on Aug 7 4:58 AM, In Action, Death, Family, Gay, Murder, Poetry, Random, Strange, Tragedy, War, Weird.
500 words.
All.
2 comments.
1. What are your hobbies? Listening to music,the internet,reading,being weird and watching anime 2. What is your favorite color? Sadly,Baby Pink....don't judge me! 3. Lucky number? 69 :> 4. Have you ever attempted suicide? not that i know of 5. Have you ever run away? well....when i was little,yeah >.> 6. Have you ever cut yourself?7 not on purpose xD 7. Do you have any siblings? nope,only child
1. What are your hobbies?
Listening to music,the internet,reading,being weird and watching anime
2. What is your favorite color?
Sadly,Baby Pink....don't judge me!
3. Lucky number?
69 :>
4. Have you ever attempted suicide?
not that i know of
5. Have you ever run away?
well....when i was little,yeah >.>
6. Have you ever cut yourself?7
not on purpose xD
7. Do you have any siblings?
nope,only child
8. Do you have any animals?
Yes,i have lots xD
9. Do you drive? If so, what?
yes,a explorer,red :>.......and beat up O.O
Describe what you would wear…
10. To the mall.
Jeans,a tank and converse
11. On the streets.
Jeans,T-shirt and shoes
12. In your home.
jeans or shorts, T-shirt and barefoot
13. Have you ever dyed your hair? What color?
well,i'v streaked it.and sprayed it pink for halloween,though it came out easy
14. Have you ever been a part of a gang?
well....not really...depends on your meaning .....
15. Have you ever shot a gun?
no...no one will let me near a gun T^T
16. Have you ever used a knife in a physical fight?
well.....kinda..but i wasn't actually going to USE it!.....
17. Have you ever been shot/stabbed?
with a soft-air gun...yes...but i got him back :>
18. Have you ever been in a Juvenile Delinquent facility? Jail?
...not yet.....
19. Have you ever been hospitalized?
when i was five,i had an infection O.O
20. One word to describe how you feel about yourself.
right now? tired O.O
21. One word to describe your best friend.
potatoe
22. One word that you use a lot.
awesome!
23. How many people have you dated in the last year?
umm....one?
24. How do you feel about GLBT?
i'm not either of those,but i support
25. When’s the last time you went on a date?
my one and only date,in sep '09,i think >.>
One sentence to describe…
26. Your kitchen.
messy...
27. Your living room.
hot O.O
28. Your bedroom.
eye-catching
29. What is the most fun thing you have ever done?
hmm.....it might be at summer camp,a horse camp,we had a huge mud fight in one of the padd...
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by Angel-Disguised
on Aug 6 9:35 PM, In Air force, Army, Death, Fighting, Friendship, Heartache, Love, Pain, War, Wishes.
300 words.
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0 comments.
My Soldier is home from Afgahnistan now. He's been home for almosts a week now. And tonight he calls me up and is like, i just volunteered to go back for another year. ANOTHER year!!! And I know we're just friends, but seriously, he thinks that he has no reason to stay home. I AM A REASON!!! I have been the reason from day one! Why can't he see that I am madly in love with him, and would want to die with out him??? I mean seriously how much can one girl take from a boy who do...
My Soldier is home from Afgahnistan now. He's been home for almosts a week now. And tonight he calls me up and is like, i just volunteered to go back for another year.
ANOTHER year!!! And I know we're just friends, but seriously, he thinks that he has no reason to stay home. I AM A REASON!!! I have been the reason from day one!
Why can't he see that I am madly in love with him, and would want to die with out him??? I mean seriously how much can one girl take from a boy who doesn't even realize how deep the feelings are for her.
I am his shoulder to cry on, when every other girl leaves him behind. I am his sounding board for trying to pick up new women. I am his confidant and I keep his every secret to the grave, but really, is he blind???
I will miss him, but the kicker is, I thought I had six months with him before he left. Nope. He leaves within the month. A MONTH. And he's going back to his base the end of next week. ONE WEEK. That's all the time I have been given to spend with my soldier.
The world is cruel with its wars and concept of domination. It causes innocent men to give up their lives and risk everything for a country they live in. The risk family and friends. Children and pets. EVERYTHING.
My little soldier is going back to war. I will write him everyday, especially because he thinks this time he'll end up coming back and being put in a grave. He thinks he will die over seas. And he'll die not knowing how I feel. He'll die alone.
I wish i could make him see. I wish I could be the reason he chose to stay. I wish I could give him the strength to fight to stay alive. All of these wishes I have, but none will come true.
Goodbye my little soldier. I will be seeing you soon.
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i won.....i win.....i beat a guy up he was talkin that trash he talked and i told him the last guy who talked trash got his mouth shut. so we went out he was sayin he coyld beat me in wrestlin and boxin so we wrestled i picked him up and slammed him got to mount he tryed to scworm for a lil and i just man handled him and sinced in a choke and passed him out next he was like so and wanted to box still talk shit so we boxed i stayed on the outside he had longer reach but wen he swung wild i wo...
i won.....i win.....i beat a guy up he was talkin that trash he talked and i told him the last guy who talked trash got his mouth shut. so we went out he was sayin he coyld beat me in wrestlin and boxin so we wrestled i picked him up and slammed him got to mount he tryed to scworm for a lil and i just man handled him and sinced in a choke and passed him out next he was like so and wanted to box still talk shit so we boxed i stayed on the outside he had longer reach but wen he swung wild i would come in with a straight left or a one two ok so i closed the distance he threw a right cross leavin himself open i ducked under and hit him with a loopin right hook,knocked him on his ass he got off pissed off and kept comin forward with looping hooks i just kept jabbin i felt like mahammed ok so finally he tryed to bull rush me with one last attempt to land i ducked out of the wayand hit himwith a hard right uppercut dropped him like a rock a dead stone he got up wabbly so i pounced threw a big super man punch square on the chin stummbled him 10 feet had him back peddlin i faked a right he ducked to the right and crashed into my haymaker right hook his head went left and his body the other he wasntr gettin up after that i guess i shut his mouth
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Scatter my ashes on the sea, and as I float on crested wave; I want no tears or grief for me, or duty visits to my grave. Don't bury me beneath the ground, no cold, imprisoned tomb for me; Nor headstone with an earthy mound, that's not the place I want to be. It's where the wind blows fresh and free, I know that I will be content; the sea I love my cemetery, the waves my only monument. ~Author Unknown
Scatter my ashes on the sea,
and as I float on crested wave;
I want no tears or grief for me,
or duty visits to my grave.
Don't bury me beneath the ground,
no cold, imprisoned tomb for me;
Nor headstone with an earthy mound,
that's not the place I want to be.
It's where the wind blows fresh and free,
I know that I will be content;
the sea I love my cemetery,
the waves my only monument.
~Author Unknown
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K-CpCUOygqU -This video really made me applaud.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K-CpCUOygqU
-This video really made me applaud.
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"July the 14th, 1861 Washington D.C. My very dear Sarah: The indications are very strong that we shall move in a few days—perhaps tomorrow. Lest I should not be able to write you again, I feel impelled to write lines that may fall under your eye when I shall be no more. Our movement may be one of a few days duration and full of pleasure—and it may be one of severe conflict and death to me. Not my will, but thine O God, be done. If it is necessary that I sho...
"July the 14th, 1861
Washington D.C.
My very dear Sarah:
The indications are very strong that we shall move in a few days—perhaps tomorrow. Lest I should not be able to write you again, I feel impelled to write lines that may fall under your eye when I shall be no more.
Our movement may be one of a few days duration and full of pleasure—and it may be one of severe conflict and death to me. Not my will, but thine O God, be done. If it is necessary that I should fall on the battlefield for my country, I am ready. I have no misgivings about, or lack of confidence in, the cause in which I am engaged, and my courage does not halt or falter. I know how strongly American Civilization now leans upon the triumph of the Government, and how great a debt we owe to those who went before us through the blood and suffering of the Revolution. And I am willing—perfectly willing—to lay down all my joys in this life, to help maintain this Government, and to pay that debt.
But, my dear wife, when I know that with my own joys I lay down nearly all of yours, and replace them in this life with cares and sorrows—when, after having eaten for long years the bitter fruit of orphanage myself, I must offer it as their only sustenance to my dear little children—is it weak or dishonorable, while the banner of my purpose floats calmly and proudly in the breeze, that my unbounded love for you, my darling wife and children, should struggle in fierce, though useless, contest with my love of country?
I cannot describe to you my feelings on this calm summer night, when two thousand men are sleeping around me, many of them enjoying the last, perhaps, before that of death—and I, suspicious that Death is creeping behind me with his fatal dart, am communing with God, my country, and thee.
I have sought most closely and diligently, and often in my breast, for a wrong motive in thus hazarding the happiness of those I loved and I could not find one. A pure love of my country and of the principles have often advocated before the people and "the name of honor that I love more than I fear death" have called upon me, and I have obeyed.
Sarah, my love for you is deathless, it seems to bind me to you with mighty cables that nothing but Omnipotence could break; and yet my love of Country comes over me like a strong wind and bears me irresistibly on with all these chains to the battlefield.
The memories of the blissful momen...
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by Rustyrazor
on Jul 24 8:36 PM, In Anger, Angst, Contemplative, Freewrite, Hate, Life, Pain, Teen issues, Thoughts, War.
800 words.
All.
1 comment.
24 July 2010 - Yep, it's been quite a while since I wrote, or posted anything upon my page in the form of personal journal... Well, give the Devil his final due will ya, cause my wicked lil' hands have not been completely idle all the while! Nay, to the contrary I say, I have posted a good many more poems of mine upon my AP page and highlighted a good many of them upon this poetry site in hopes of everyday new discoveries by those out there in AP land ever searching for a po...
24 July 2010 -
Yep, it's been quite a while since I wrote, or posted anything upon my page in the form of personal journal...
Well, give the Devil his final due will ya, cause my wicked lil' hands have not been completely idle all the while! Nay, to the contrary I say, I have posted a good many more poems of mine upon my AP page and highlighted a good many of them upon this poetry site in hopes of everyday new discoveries by those out there in AP land ever searching for a poetic diamond in the rough and of course to entertain my loyal friends and stalwart viewers.
Which, in turn gives me some small sense of; belonging, acceptance, and relative kindred among the socially flakey throngs of this jaded race, "We call human, yet they remain quite unsociably inhumane at times"...
With the exception of the compassionately faithful few that converse and share with me their works and souls.
Although, quite often it would candidly seem that here on AP; the more that I write, the less it is seen, the more that I speak, the less I am heard, the more that I rage with expression for some form of attention good or bad, the less I am accepted or tolerated, the more that I cry out for recognition or praise, the less I am positively received or welcomed...
Why, just the other day I was in the AP chatterbox for the first time and I tried to intelligently converse with the younger generation socializing there and I was completely ignored and overlooked by this; "snot nosed", "en vogue click", simply because I was the elder figure now trying to chat and invading the social space of these young guys and gals in their late teens or early twenties. Just like I was some out of touch authority figure just trying to "butt-in" which by the way none of these older kids bother to respect anymore, especially in America it seems during these darker days of instability from the top to the bottom of our late, great nation...
Yeah, so I tried to be cool, I even tried rather foolishly to speak their gansta, ghetto ebonics lingo but, that went over with those bunch of; little, still wet behind the ears, stuck-up rude, inconsiderate, half-grown whelps, like a huge turd in the proverbial sweet hunch punch bowl of life, I stank the whole dang; chillin', hanging-out scene, up to the high heavens.
So, they commenced to publically shunning and even randomly cursing me in some rather uniquely ignorant ways that even I had never even heard o...
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It has been a year. A whole year. Since he left me. Since he failed to say goodbye. I guess when you are going away to war, goodbye is too final. Almost like signing you're death certificate. I'll never forget what he said to me instead of goodbye. He told me we could have another chance at love when he got home. He promised with conditions. Little did he know, I've loved him since day one. When we first met, something drew me towards him. Ever since, he's always in my mind....
It has been a year. A whole year. Since he left me. Since he failed to say goodbye. I guess when you are going away to war, goodbye is too final. Almost like signing you're death certificate.
I'll never forget what he said to me instead of goodbye. He told me we could have another chance at love when he got home. He promised with conditions.
Little did he know, I've loved him since day one. When we first met, something drew me towards him. Ever since, he's always in my mind. Through all the girlfriends he has had. Through all my attempts at boyfriends. Through the death and divorce. Through the move across country and the training. Then even across seas. I still loved him.
He'll be home soon. He is with someone else. My ex-best friend to be exact. It is not important why there is an ex in front of the words. All that is important is that my heart is breaking. Hate is growing. I'm losing him and he does not even remember his promise to me.
I no longer matter to him. My conclusion is that war and distance and time have changed him. While i still love him, he is blind to me, the constant support and shoulder to cry on. I'm the invisible friend, who appears at the times when needed most and is forgotten until another period of disappointment.
I'm losing him. I cannot fight for him. Cannot convince him. He cannot know, because I am a strong independent person. I do not need the strength of a man beside me, but yet I allow this heartbreak. Hopefully, this will be the end of this love. Hopefully, my heart has learned a lesson.
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PREAMBLE TO THE PROBLEM Inasmuch as the citizens of these countries have experienced a serious erosion of their rights as stated in their respective constitutions, and Inasmuch as the elected representatives of the people who are sworn to uphold these constitutional rights have chosen not to do so in violation of their oath of office, and inasmuch as the society is showing cracks along the jurisdictional boundaries, is unable to provide justice for the common man, is manifesting d...
PREAMBLE TO THE PROBLEM
Inasmuch as the citizens of these countries have experienced a serious erosion of their rights as stated in their respective constitutions, and
Inasmuch as the elected representatives of the people who are sworn to uphold these constitutional rights have chosen not to do so in violation of their oath of office, and
inasmuch as the society is showing cracks along the jurisdictional boundaries, is unable to provide justice for the common man, is manifesting domestic in-tranquility, is unable to feel secure in its homes, is experiencing a loss of welfare in general, is at a loss for the blessings of liberty, is being tracked and traced in public and in private by a tyrannical system given to the use of robotic devises, is being taxed beyond that which is necessary for the common good, is subject to authoritarian agency rules and regulations which only serve the state agenda, is obligated to give its sons and daughters over to the state for use in unconstitutional wars and domestic coercion, is being poisoned slowly by a food and water system under deliberate control of government, and further,
inasmuch as the foregoing is undeniably obvious we are able to conclude that we are living in a system which is definitely not of, by, or for the people, we are able to see that the agenda of the state is totally divorced from that which the people generally assume to be the legitimate role of government, we are able to detect that we the people are just pawns in the game, tools of a psychopathic elite who have taken generational control of our government and are in the process of moving ahead with a secret agenda of which we the people will soon be the victims.......ask not about who is skinning the seals.......rather ask who is skinning you………. winston
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The typical citizen thinks that the purpose of government is to manage the country for the well being of the population...........they are dead wrong..........read history......it is a bloody tale of kings and governments using their subjects for their own purposes........subjects are to be worked to death, taxed, used for war, and starved to death when they get to be too many........citizens are given religion to convince them that the suffering they enjoy here on earth is to...
The typical citizen thinks that the purpose of government is to manage the country for the well being
of the population...........they are dead wrong..........read history......it is a bloody tale of kings and
governments using their subjects for their own purposes........subjects are to be worked to death,
taxed, used for war, and starved to death when they get to be too many........citizens are given
religion to convince them that the suffering they enjoy here on earth is to secure their place in heaven.....
those 535 congressmen are not morons.......they do the bidding of their masters which is to keep the
citizens under control and believing that government is their friend and able protector..........unfortunately the truth is that if government is not at your feet it will be at your bloody throat......
.......we are being trained to accept tyranny by the mommy state......and mommy dresses like a cop....
she floats some innocuous laws that have to do with health or security......that's where it starts....
her boot is in the door........she begins to pay a bounty to anybody who will snitch on their neighbor.......
is your dog loose?.....is your garbage properly selected?......is your grass cut?.......her boot is in the door.....are your children washed?, is your thermostat set properly?, do you own a gun?.......her boot is in the door and she is taking notes............take a look down the road........imprisonment, torture, slavery..........judge?.........what judge?............mommy is the judge and she dresses like a cop..............winston
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by Babby-Loves
on Jul 5 4:15 AM, In Diary, Family, Friends, Life, Love, My life, Pain, Personal, Sad, Society, Thoughts, War.
1,000 words.
Friends only.
0 comments.
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FALLING You see the sun; but it’s frowning, You see the hope; but it’s drowning, You hear screams of pain; feel the claws of death, And you know you haven’t lived in vain, Coz this could be your last breath, If you lose this war and never come back, I’ll stand by my memories, looking at the past, But now I close my eyes and feel ocean calling, But I know…somewhere you’ll be, you’ll be, you’ll be falling… You see the...
FALLING
You see the sun; but it’s frowning,
You see the hope; but it’s drowning,
You hear screams of pain; feel the claws of death,
And you know you haven’t lived in vain,
Coz this could be your last breath,
If you lose this war and never come back,
I’ll stand by my memories, looking at the past,
But now I close my eyes and feel ocean calling,
But I know…somewhere you’ll be, you’ll be, you’ll be falling…
You see the stars; but their light is almost out,
You see the soldiers; their faces confirm your doubt,
You see the crimson blood; feel the anger rising,
Dead bodies covered in mud but nothing is surprising,
If you lose this war and never come back,
I’ll stand by my memories, looking at the past,
But now I close my eyes and feel the ocean calling,
But I know somewhere, you’ll be you’ll be you’ll be falling…
You have been swept away,
Now war is come to stay,
All the tears that I have cried,
How will I survive…………..X2
If you lose this war and never come back,
I’ll stand by my memories, looking at the past,
But now you close your eyes and feel God calling,
For sure, now I know, that you are, you are, you are falling…..
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That's right Mimi and Sophia. I'm talking to you! What the hell is wrong with you? You think that you can mess with Roxy? Well, you're dead wrong. There are what... two of you? And... tons of us? Yeah, Roxy has more friends than I can count. Suck it. And you have how many? Zero? You mess with my friends, you mess with me. This war has just begun... you are going down bitches!
That's right Mimi and Sophia. I'm talking to you! What the hell is wrong with you? You think that you can mess with Roxy? Well, you're dead wrong. There are what... two of you? And... tons of us? Yeah, Roxy has more friends than I can count. Suck it. And you have how many? Zero? You mess with my friends, you mess with me. This war has just begun... you are going down bitches!
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WOLF AND RAM ..........Guantanamo is a psyops operation the purpose of which is to convince the sheep that the big ram is going up against the wolf ....................................... But the wolf is the alter ego of the big ram in disguise..................this production is played out in the best barns and visits every television set across the farm............leisure is constant and money is no problem for the community of sheep as it grows on their backs with no sweat...
WOLF AND RAM
..........Guantanamo is a psyops operation the purpose of which is to convince the sheep that the big ram is going up against the wolf .......................................
But the wolf is the alter ego of the big ram in disguise..................this production is played out in the
best barns and visits every television set across the farm............leisure is constant and money is no problem for the community of sheep as it grows on their backs with no sweat.............unfortunately illusion begets reality if it hangs around long enough ..........the sheep long ago convinced themselves that they are just sheep and that their highest good is to feed their young to the ram-wolf while providing wool for the big production ................... winston
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Sorry the link's didn't lead anyone to the Xenomorph and Yautja appearance's so I placed the links here for you guys! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Xenomorph Appearance: http://www.playworksonline.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/aliens_vs_predator_2_x.jpg Yautja Appearance:
Sorry the link's didn't lead anyone to the Xenomorph and Yautja appearance's so I placed the links here for you guys!
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Xenomorph Appearance:
http://www.playworksonline.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/aliens_vs_predator_2_x.jpg
Yautja Appearance:
http://www.gothic.no/lostsouls/starscream/predator.jpg
Alexander Mercer:
http://media.giantbomb.com/uploads/0/7472/411887-odst2_super.jpg
Sarah Mercer:
http://thumbs.dreamstime.com/thumb_294/1217438759LH75i0.jpg
Dante Garza:
http://screenshots.imperialnetwork.com/screenshots/ALIENS__Colonial_Marine___by_adonihs2.jpg
Queen Alien:
http://www.3dvf.com/DATA/PUBLISH/1344/images/queen_AlienPress_still01.jpg
Weyland-Yutani:
http://ig.enewsi.com/g/generated/Sega/Aliens_Vs_Predator/Aliens_vs._Predator-Xbox_36__scaled_300.jpg
Drew Mondre:
http://www.halos-finest.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/halo_3_odst_marine.jpg
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by VampyricRedemption
on May 20 8:41 PM, In Depression, Life, Love, My own personal thoughts, Pain, Real time, Sad, Thoughts, War.
7,300 words.
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Keep in mind that this is a simple first draft, it'll be fleshed out upon editing, I'm already well into the second chapter Dedicated to both Bram Stoker and Katiya Nicole Goodman Who had taught me the immortal lesson that love never dies Among the Living Prologue Father Richard Camet squat...
Keep in mind that this is a simple first draft, it'll be fleshed out upon editing,
I'm already well into the second chapter
Dedicated to both Bram Stoker and Katiya Nicole Goodman
Who had taught me the immortal lesson that love never dies
Among the Living
Prologue
Father Richard Camet squatted in a dark corner of the laboratory, waiting for a chance to strike. He was a Roman Catholic priest, roughly 6 feet tall with pale Irish skin, grey sky eyes, and dark silvery colored hair. His eyes traced the room for any sign of a specific man, for this specific man was the last surviving member of the Illuminati, and his ultimate goal was to appease the lord by killing him.
He began to hear footsteps; his muscles tensed, his eyes focused, and his grip around his knife tightened. His heart was racing more quickly than he’d ever imagined. As a child he never envisioned himself slaughtering other men to satisfy the lord, no, he envisioned himself as an astronaut, until he realized that he was terrified of heights, then he wanted to be a writer, yet he was terrible at that, it seemed that the only thing he was good at was praying, thus he became a priest.
The footsteps grew closer, and he contemplated giving it up, turning himself in and joining their ranks out of fear, yet he felt something push him forward, as if God himself wanted it done, he just wanted it to be over, for it to end, that thought took him on a sky lit drive to heaven itself. He then thought about ending his own life instead of the man, yet he felt that this man had to die, that if he didn’t, something horrible would happen.
As that thought left his mind, the soft creak of the door opening penetrated his ears and would haunt him for the rest of his life. The man walked in and sat in a desk chair. Camet left his position and began slowly walking towards him. The tension was causing Camet’s hand to shake to the point that he nearly dropped the knife. Humanities most basic instinct then possessed him as he thrust the knife deep into the man’s back.
An incredibly loud scream escaped the man’s throat as he fell to the floor, writhing in pain. Camet removed his bible from his robe and began reading
“Our father,” he said.
Them man continued screaming
“Who art in h...
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War, to me, is confusing. It's like an apple tree in the middle of an empty, dry field. Hungry people from all over the place find this big apple tree. Instead of sharing it, they fight for who gets all of it. They fight and they fight, growing hungrier and hungrier. Some die of hunger, when they could of spared everyone by sharing. Some of you may be like, "that's not all war's about." But, to me it is. Fighting for no use. Killing people who don't ...
War, to me, is confusing.
It's like an apple tree in the middle of an empty, dry field.
Hungry people from all over the place find this big apple tree.
Instead of sharing it, they fight for who gets all of it.
They fight and they fight, growing hungrier and hungrier.
Some die of hunger, when they could of spared everyone by sharing.
Some of you may be like, "that's not all war's about."
But, to me it is.
Fighting for no use.
Killing people who don't need to die.
We can all live in peace, if we share
Because everyone, anywhere deserves a chance to live.
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we just got a new car and one of our neighbours complained about the loose gravel driveway and the car putting stones on the public footpath (we havent had the car more than a few weeks...) war is declared in the middle east and many other parts of the world , poverty is a major problem for something like seventy five percent of the world, world weather patterns are causing international disasters and we're worrying about stones on a footpath maybe we should get the police o...
we just got a new car and one of our neighbours complained about the loose gravel driveway and the car putting stones on the public footpath (we havent had the car more than a few weeks...)
war is declared in the middle east and many other parts of the world , poverty is a major problem for something like seventy five percent of the world, world weather patterns are causing international disasters and we're worrying about stones on a footpath
maybe we should get the police off major crime and get them to investigate with the help of C.S.I. exactly where the stones came from
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by sagi-girl95
on May 5 7:14 AM, In Death, Emo, Humor, Mystery, Other, Pain, Strange, Teen, Unedited, Vampire, War.
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- May 22nd, 1923: A-Shift. The beginning of a (hopefully) long career with the Los Angeles County Fire Department. Starting out on Engine Company 51. The name: John Roderick Gage. - May 15th, 1925: Gets married to Sarah Marie. - March 24th, 1926: Transferred to Engine 82. - October 29th, 1928: Transferred to Engine 28. - December 26th, 1928: Son, Michael Jonathon Gage, is born. - October 29th, 1929: Stock Market crash. - July 15th, 1932: Makes Engineer; Transferred bac...
- May 22nd, 1923: A-Shift. The beginning of a (hopefully) long career with the Los Angeles County Fire Department. Starting out on Engine Company 51. The name: John Roderick Gage.
- May 15th, 1925: Gets married to Sarah Marie.
- March 24th, 1926: Transferred to Engine 82.
- October 29th, 1928: Transferred to Engine 28.
- December 26th, 1928: Son, Michael Jonathon Gage, is born.
- October 29th, 1929: Stock Market crash.
- July 15th, 1932: Makes Engineer; Transferred back to Engine 51.
- December 15th, 1932: Transferred to Engine 69.
- March 27th, 1935: Transferred to Truck 1.
- June 6th, 1936: Transferred to Truck 10.
- November 28th, 1939: Transferred to Engine 343.
- December 7th, 1941: Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor.
- December 8th, 1941: Enlists in U.S. Army.
- January 4th, 1942: Reports to Basic Training at Fort Dix, New Jersey.
- February 15th, 1942: Completes Basic Training; Signs up for Paratroopers.
- March 21st, 1942: Reports to Fort Toccoa, Georgia, for Airborne training. Assigned to 2nd Platoon, Easy Company, 2nd Battalion, 506th Parachute Infantry Regiment. Colonel Robert F. Sink, commanding.
- June 8th, 1942: 506th PIR attached to 101st Airborne Division.
- June 16th, 1942: Receives Airborne wings, and completes Army Combat Medic training.
- September, 1942: Ships to England for training.
- March 28th, 1943: Promoted to Sergeant.
- September 11th, 1943: Promoted to Staff Sergeant.
- June 6th, 1944: First combat jump into France as part of Operation Overlord on D-Day.
- June 7th, 1944: Wounded in combat. Shot in ass.
- June 15th, 1944: Receives Purple Heart for wounds suffered in combat on 7 June 1944.
- July 4th, 1944: Goes AWOL from hospital; Rejoins Easy Company.
- November 21st, 1944: Promoted to Easy Company First Sergeant.
- December 16th, 1944-January 25th, 1945: Battle of the Bulge.
- February 9th, 1945: Receives Distinguished Service Cross for actions during the Battle of the Bulge.
- March, 1945: 506th moves into Berlin.
- April 12th, 1945: U.S. President Franklin Delano Roosevelt dies.
- April 30th, 1945: Hitler commits suicide.
- May 7th, 1945: Germany surrenders. War in Europe is over.
- May, 1945: 506th moves into Hitler’s Eagle’s Nest.
- June, 1945: 101st moves into Austria.
- August 9th, 1945: First atomic bomb dropped on Japan.
- August 14th, 1945: Second atomic bomb dropped on Japan.
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I'm doing a project for my American History class on the life of an individual from the 1920's through the 1940's, and I chose the life of an LA County firefighter, who starts his career on 22 May 1923, and goes through 1946, with the firefighter making Engineer in 1932, then going into the Army on 8 December 1941 to fight in World War II. He's trained as a Medic, then signs up for the paratroopers, then is assigned to the 506th Parachute Infantry Regiment (For those of you who watched "Band ...
I'm doing a project for my American History class on the life of an individual from the 1920's through the 1940's, and I chose the life of an LA County firefighter, who starts his career on 22 May 1923, and goes through 1946, with the firefighter making Engineer in 1932, then going into the Army on 8 December 1941 to fight in World War II. He's trained as a Medic, then signs up for the paratroopers, then is assigned to the 506th Parachute Infantry Regiment (For those of you who watched "Band of Brothers," he's in Easy Company.). He gets back to LA County in 1946, and goes back to work for the fire department, where he stays until his retirement in 1965 as Deputy Chief.
His name: John Roderick Gage (He is meant to be the grandfather of "Emergency!"'s Johnny Gage).
As I get his timeline finished, I will post it.
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You can all just go ahead an delete me from your favorites because all I'm going to do is be an arse to you, some I'm already getting ready and waiting for the others, well, I just don't care anymore. Fuck you, basically. Thanks, cunts.
You can all just go ahead an delete me from your favorites because all I'm going to do is be an arse to you, some I'm already getting ready and waiting for the others, well, I just don't care anymore.
Fuck you, basically.
Thanks, cunts.
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The kids that i deal with really need to learn how to grow up and face life for how it is. Because one day there going to run into me and im going to snap out and hurt them all when they push me to it. Life isnt all fun and games and they need to learn that if they push enoff they might get what they want and that's getting hurt when they fight me. All i want to do is be left alone to be happy and all these's little kids need to leave me alone.
The kids that i deal with really need to learn how to grow up and face life for how it is. Because one day there going to run into me and im going to snap out and hurt them all when they push me to it. Life isnt all fun and games and they need to learn that if they push enoff they might get what they want and that's getting hurt when they fight me. All i want to do is be left alone to be happy and all these's little kids need to leave me alone.
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by StarKeeper
on Mar 31 6:13 PM, In Anger, Children, Dark, Death, Dream, Escape, First person, Hate, Pain, Random, War.
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Okay, I had a dream last night, and I cannot get it out of my head for the life of me. It began as a field trip, to a museum, my point of view was that of myself. The class stepped off the bus to stand in front of large, cold white stairs, leading down into the museum. Glass windows that were not tinted, but hard to see through as well spanned across the walls, the short, mostly flat building was built in a ditch, it seemed. We all sighed, smiling because, hey, no stairs! W...
Okay, I had a dream last night, and I cannot get it out of my head for the life of me.
It began as a field trip, to a museum, my point of view was that of myself. The class stepped off the bus to stand in front of large, cold white stairs, leading down into the museum. Glass windows that were not tinted, but hard to see through as well spanned across the walls, the short, mostly flat building was built in a ditch, it seemed. We all sighed, smiling because, hey, no stairs! We entered, but I cannot remember what we saw, and who. It was all a blur, fast forwarding to another segment.
This next bit changed in point of view, a sense of panic hung in the air, a dread building in your stomach, as it seemed safe, almost.. too safe. The staff members all had smiles, and mothers pulled along strollers, children tumbling after them on small, hyper feet.
I was now a child, around the age of 9, I thought. If you had read my story 'Dreams' I was now a younger version of Desolate. Brown curls, violet eyes, the works. I was walking down the halls, the museum seeming to turn into a very, very spaced and clean day care center. The floors were marble, sparkly stone tiles. That unsettled me. Everyone knows children fall. Add in sparkly floor tiles, slippery when wet, and a head, and now you've gotten your floor stained. Nice going. Everyone seemed normal enough though, walking along as if nothing was changing and I was stuck in a world within a world.
Next, a black woman led me to a room, carpeted, and left me there, the large metal door swinging closed. It might have been because I was alone, but as I took a breath, I noticed all the toys. There was a vintage rocking horse, a doll house, as well as numerous cars and such. It looked like a nursery you would find in "The Velveteen Rabbit" The last thing I noticed as my vision zoomed out was that I wasn't alone. There were three or four other children my age, silently amusing themselves with the toys. I relaxed slightly, fidgeting as I wanted to go back outside, to run down the halls, and leave this scary museum/day care crossbreed.
Finally, having quite enough of this room, I moved toward the door, picking around the Legos that dangerously littered the floor. You would never learn the true danger in Legos if you have never had a brother, and therefore, never stepped on Legos three times in a row, trying to walk down the hall. ...
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Lucifer VS. Karissa (Part Three) Last Time... ...Unfortunitly her parents must have dropped her on her head when she was a child,...
Lucifer VS. Karissa
(Part Three)
Last Time...
...Unfortunitly her parents must have dropped her on her head when she was a child, because she stayed put, glaring up at the man who could send her to hell...or maybe he'd just kill her. Or, even worse, torucher her...
..."I'm not a witch, Lucy." She could fele her anger starting to bpoil, but she forced it down. "I'm and Elementalist."...
..."What makes you so sure, that the power you hold, is still as pure as you like to think." he had walked closer, his voice filled with fake compassion....
..."Oh, I already knew my Magick is white." her grin grew bigger. "The better qestion is, hows the dealing with Daddy problems going?"...
Now...
She watched the ice harden behind his eyes, and felt the erge to run, flee, get the hell out of the battle feild before the ticking time bomb didn;t concder her fun anymore, and just an annoyance. But, like the last time she had felt this way in his preance, she stayed put, determened not to flee. She would not run like a scared child; he was no boggyman.
No, he's just fucking lucifer you dumbass!
She told herself to shut up, which was very awkward, and stared intently back at Lucifer.
"So, how be it, whats with the angst against daddy...hows that working out for yeah?"
"You are an annoying human, you know that." he spoke. "You should be bowing down at my grace, and f...
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