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Rev/dr/ms Chato is wrong again on the economic state of our Nation.
It is in Tip-Top shape and is the envy of the world. Our debt is minor compared to other nations and is more than offset by the savings we all have in our superannuation funds.
Our massive super funds are the direct result of the dynamic duo of PM Howard and Treasurer Costello. And every hard working Aussie has access to this money.

But if you are no good lay-about dole bludger than stiff; you dont get any money because you don't deserve it anyhow. Perhaps this is your case Senor Chato?

Digger,

Cranbourne

Some Apocalypse just for you Ricky:
That is why I will never forget the passing years like the birth of death resurrecting pain and horror exceeding your worst fear. I had seen society as being a colossus with feet of clay, addicted to bomb technicians being produced by stimulating the forces of death. Here we come to the very crux of the stupid and the innocent entering into a deep rest within ravening highly successful diaspora. They who were first of all the earth may get ceaseless propaganda giving offerings to aliens from the hypothalamus. And so it was, that a dead, unloving world grew upon the wastelands left by those murdered in your nation's name that will fertilize the perpetual case of cold turkey.

Ricky, you always brighten up my day! I am getting a good laugh from your comparing the PM of Australia to a monkey! I don't think either of us should stoop to eating his brain, or staring into his eyes! No, that is clearly over the top...

Muzza (Murray Hartin) has been asked to pen something for the Salvation Army that can bring awareness to the general public about Rural suicide. He came up with this poem. RAIN FROM NOWHERE His cattle didn’t get a bid, they were fairly bloody poor, What was he going to do? He couldn’t feed them anymore, The dams were all but dry, hay was thirteen bucks a bale, Last month’s talk of rain was just a fairytale, His credit had run out, no chance to pay what’s owed, Bad thoughts ran through his head as he drove down Gully Road “Geez, great grandad bought the place back in 1898, “Now I’m such a useless bastard, I’ll have to shut the gate. “Can’t support my wife and kids, not like dad and those before, “Christ, Grandma kept it going while Pop fought in the war.” With depression now his master, he abandoned what was right, There’s no place in life for failures, he’d end it all tonight. There were still some things to do, he’d have to shoot the cattle first, Of all the jobs he’d ever done, that would be the worst. He’d have a shower, watch the news, then they’d all sit down for tea Read his kids a bedtime story, watch some more TV, Kiss his wife goodnight, say he was off to shoot some roos Then in a paddock far away he’d blow away the blues. But he drove in the gate and stopped - as he always had To check the roadside mailbox - and found a letter from his Dad. Now his dad was not a writer, Mum did all the cards and mail But he knew the style from the notebooks that he used at cattle sales, He sensed the nature of its contents, felt moisture in his eyes, Just the fact his dad had written was enough to make him cry. “Son, I know it’s bloody tough, it’s a cruel and twisted game, “This life upon the land when you’re screaming out for rain, “There’s no candle in the darkness, not a single speck of light “But don’t let the demon get you, you have to do what’s right, “I don’t know what’s in your head but push the bad thoughts well away “See, you’ll always have your family at the back end of the day “You have to talk to someone, and yes I know I rarely did “But you have to think about Fiona and think about the kids. “I’m worried about you son, you haven’t rung for quite a while, “I know the road you’re on ‘cause I’ve walked every bloody mile. “The date? December 7 back in 1983, “Behind the shed I had the shotgun rested in the brigalow tree. “See, I’d borrowed way too much to buy the Johnson place “Then it didn’t rain for years and we got bombed by interest rates, “The bank was at the door, I didn’t think I had a choice, “I began to squeeze the trigger - that’s when I heard your voice. “You said ‘Where are you Daddy? It’s time to play our game’ “’ I’ve got Squatter all set up, you might get General Rain.’ “It really was that close, you’re the one that stopped me son, “And you’re the one that taught me there’s no answer in a gun. “Just remember people love you, good friends won’t let you down. “Look, you might have to swallow pride and get a job in town, “Just ’til things come good, son, you’ve always got a choice “And when you get this letter ring me, ’cause I’d love to hear your voice.” Well he cried and laughed and shook his head then put the truck in gear, Shut his eyes and hugged his dad in a vision that was clear, Dropped the cattle at the yards, put the truck away Filled the troughs the best he could and fed his last ten bales of hay. Then he strode towards the homestead, shoulders back and head held high, He still knew the road was tough but there was purpose in his eye. He called for his wife and children, who’d lived through all his pain, Hugs said more than words - he’d come back to them again, They talked of silver linings, how good times always follow bad, Then he walked towards the phone, picked it up and rang his Dad. And while the kids set up the Squatter, he hugged his wife again, Then they heard the roll of thunder and they smelt the smell of rain. Murray Hartin February 21, 2007

Gotta find this guy and stop him!
- Fred Nile

Now let's you just drop them pants - here, Ricky.f'get d monkey mouth, do up your pants a sec and hold my shotgun

Hard work digging him up and moving him round the country, seems like a job for the CWA.

...Robert E Lee have a beard?

They say he liked nothing better than getting down and dirty with "his boys" at the end of a long day fighting.

Slavery, serfdom, and heirarchy is as natural...

squeal like a pig boy...hphroonk

I can't speak about human brains. but, a monkey's brain is generally eaten in the following manner:

The monkey's head is supported by its neck in a bracket, two pieces of wood with a semicircular hole on each side such that when you put them together, they form a complete circle around the animal's neck, allowing the head to be exposed above the plank. You shave the head with a sharp razor. Then, using a small chisel and a hammer you quickly chisel a circle around the crown, and remove the top part of the skull. A small spoon is used to scoop up the brain, which is immediately eaten. For sanitary reasons, this has to be done before the monkey dies.

It is best to do this while squatting at eye-level with the monkey and staring into his eyes, don't you agree Mr. Benway?

You should know that, Mr. Benway.

Some of the most distinguished people have been members of Skull & Bones. They must be doing something right, I recon.

as evolution itself. The dominant race has always enjoyed a disproportionately favorable lifestyle then the lesser races. Bill Gates is at the top of the food chain, this is undeniable. Mr. Gates, and those sharing his physical and mental qualities and charicteristics must then also be at the top of the food chain. This is nothing more than basic unrefutable logic.

this is why I call you "Mister" and not "Doctor". Like you said "...professionals in fact, are total scum and should be hunted down and exterminated. "

If'n so this is right, then surely you don't a want anyone hunting you down and making you dead pond scum. So, it's best that we professionals, like you and me Mr. Benway, stay under that radar.

Ricky, I think they are all asleep on this site. It is way past my bedtime, but I am just disposing of one of my clients. Your spelling is just as anarchic as ever I might add. But I digress. We all know by now Ricky, that politicians and most professionals in fact, are total scum and should be hunted down and exterminated. But then, I'm an old-fashioned, soft-hearted sort of guy...

Libby will be vindicated. The moronic jurry which was comprised mainly of ignorant Democrats, wrongly convicted Mr. Libby of "obstruction of justice". Admittedly, the jurry had no idea what Mr. Libby was allegedly guilty of and never intended him to face jail time. Even knowledable die-hard democrat ACLU type lawyers agree that this farce of a case will be thrown out on appeal.

The Democrats wasted millions of dollars of tax payer money to prove what? That Libby forgot that he may have mentioned to somebody the name of a non-covert CIA opperative that was allready commonly known. That's what this guy was tried for - not outing a CIA opperative, but forgetting that he mentioned the lady's name to someone in passing.

That's the "evil" crime that Scooter Libby was convicted of.

Democrats are sooooo stupid, it's beyond belief! Just more evidence of de-evolution due to drug-guzzling hippy animals.

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I agree! Enough for now kids. Shark? Adios!
- Carlos

¡El bastardo no conseguirá mi voto!
- Carlito

¡Odio sus tripas!
- Tiburón

¡Y un bastardo de chucho!
- Don Juan

¡Él es un monstruo!
- Carlos

O, I'm livin' in the land that's rotten - Old times there are soon forgotten - Stay away! Stay away! - Away from Dixie Land.
- Socrates Jones (I'm agin - Slave-tradin', Pig-beddin', Dog-marryin', Coon-killin', southern white trash)

What do you expect from a bunch of has-been slave-traders!

Mr Downer, you have been warned before about inappropriate posts such as this!

I imagine Ricky and Porky Pig going at it - a-la-Deliverance-style.
Sou-weeeeeeeee!

Tex Avery, the quintessential socialist liberal that slaved for MGM, was the creator of Elmer Fudd. Mr. Avery had a strong aversion to hunting and this was brought out in his cartoon charicters, especially Elmer Fudd. Elmer was usually cast as a hapless big-game hunter, armed with a double-barreled shotgun and creeping through the woods "hunting wabbits." Mr. Avery sought to indoctronate young Americans about out what he considered to be the crulties and absurdities of hunting game.

The proof is in the beard! Lincoln liked to gain the presidency. He promised the Southern States that he had no intent on interfearing with their economic machine. He lied. Then, when the Southern States tried to secede, which they could rightfully do under the US Constitution, he initiated a war against them. Forcing Dixie to live under the laws of a tyranical nation, Lincoln is truly despised to this day in the Dixieland.

ALL RISE FOR OUR NATIONAL ANTHEM:

I wish I was in the land of cotton,
Ole times there are not forgotten,
Look away, look away, look away, Dixieland.

In Dixieland where I was born in,
Early on one frosty morning,
Look away, look away, look away, Dixieland.

Oh, I wish I was in Dixie,
Hooray, hooray,
In Dixieland I'll take my stand,
To live and die in Dixie,
Away, away, away down south, in Dixie.

Just another Yank fuckwit they fanatasise about. The loony country that thinks it has the right to tell the rest of the world how to live because it had special people like aBE, AND jfk, AND farting Luther King...

Fuck 'em all. More class in an Indian hovel; in a Shanghai Whorehouse.

Dont need to know. Dont need their fucking rules. Fuck off yanks and all your fucking hillbilly bullshit too.

The secret life of the cartoon character has always been a source of suspicion and interest.

I remember when I had it confirmed to me that Betty of Archie’s comic fame was a junkie. I was shocked and stunned. But then I began to wonder what of the others? Reggie always seemed to me as being out of place in Riversdale. Was he her dealer? Perhaps he was like the Frank character from Blue Velvet? The source of all evil in the town but an indispensable part of it?

Drugs, lies, community politics; it was all part of the plot.

And Veronica. Has there been a more beautiful woman/girl? Ah, if only she had been Japanese! She slides through the scenes with the sensuality of a great temptress. Her lustrous black hair, voluptuous hips, her blazing black eyes. A living doll. How could such a beauty be in such a place?


God placed her in Riversdale for some reason. We are just too stupid to know

I'd fuck Elmer.

Right up his bumbling, stumbling, stammering backside.

And then I'd wipe my shit stained pecker across his face.

Any other cartoon characters out there we can out?

Yep, lil Johnny can tick all them boxes.

I led a lifestyle of holding farts in. But in the end all I got was stomach cramps and pooey pants.

Squishy, mushy, yucky, pooey pants.

especially the rednecks, hey Ricky?

Those who deny freedom to others, deserve it not for themselves; and, under a just God, can not long retain it.

Can never understand why a real man would want to look effeminate by removing nature's gift of facial hair.
- Real Hairy Man Just As Nature Intended

i bludge, you whinge. if you were not so ludicrous i'd have a laugh. anyway, there's no need to be afraid of black. after all black is beautiful.

What's the problem Ricky? Not enough man juices in your self to grow a beard? Don't be ashamed, look at all them Chinese fellas, none of them have a real beard either.

Listen Leftie What I'm sick of is bludgers like you criticising our great nation and it's great leader. If you want to wear poofy clothes and make up thats fine; just don't complain when right-minded people don't want to be near you or have you using their property.

Digger

Cranbourne

what's this Dogger me ol mate? are you caring about what happens to me??? aw geez Dooger, you care and that's soooo fucking sweet! I think you're secretly obsessed with me. come on Dagger, you can emerge from the closet now. it's no crime to love a man. and what makes you think i have'nt tried mascara and a Robert Smith hairdo already? i tell you what, i even wore black nailpolish and black lipstick! it pleases me that you are familiar with The Cure. i reckon you're a Cure fan like i am but because you live where you do you are afraid the Crannie bogans will beat you up.

Facial hair is for bums, hippies, queers, and evil dictator queers. It shows a lack of respect for oneself on one extreme, and on the other extreme total narcisistic self-indulgence.

No true Southern Gentleman would ever be caught dead with nappy hair on his chin or under his lip. It is obscene! Filthy! and Unclean!

Growing facial hair is nothing more than a reafirmance of lower-man's de-evolution back toward the Ape.

I still cannot understand how people find fault with John Howard's rule. I closely observed the man for many years and only ever offered him support and encouragement. I was proud to have been one of his most reliable supporters and an avid fan. I would be proud to serve under him in opposition in his future government.
- Kim Bigbagofshitzly

In those years when John Howard sported "the classic" he had a more humane look, as we can see in his pic. Things went rapidly downhill since he went for the "desiccated coconut" look.
- Furry Fungoid Freak

Chato has copyright on "SOYLENT BROWNS" I believe.
- Liberal Party "Howard Youth" Turd Muncher

I'll call it Soylent Green.

I've read a report that stated that by 2050 we won't be able to grow enough food unless we start composting human corpses.

I have already told you leftie about listening to that sicko Robert Smith. He will have you wandering about with mascarra on and your hair everywhere. get back to some real Aussie music like the Chisels and AC/DC.

Digger,

Cranbourne

oh man that's so funny!!! a naked Coward with no ticker to call an early election frolicking naked on a beach. I must delete these nasty images from my filthy mind or, as Robert Smith says in the song Pornography, "I must fight this sickness. Find a cure."

"Doctor", Ricky. Not "Mister". Correct professional title is "Doctor". I get called all kinds of things (mothafucka, fraud, unprofessional, wicked beast), but not "Mister" (except by disgusting prostitutes, who sometimes aid me in my scientific research).
Ricky, I wonder at the effort that you take to adjust the spellings of so many common words - do you use a software such as a spell-wrecker to help you in this? As for the medical implements, what I carry with me is standard kit. If I need to experiment, I get a local toolmaker to manufacture equipment to my design specs. They then deliver the item on a low-loader. I use a lot of very large jars also.

things done, I do rightly believe that. I'm pleased to hear that you too frown on registration propounded by Nanny-State Sheeple zombies.

I recon that there is no need to me to take your time and money by physically attending your facility. Of course, we's both know that using string theory and all, I'm already there - yep, right there next to you right now, I say, Mr. Benway. Aint' that something to think about?

But, I do recognize that there are some left-bent, drug-guzzling psuedo-scientists that don't believe in string theory, and I sure hope ya ain't one of them. But, if'n you are, that's ok, because I'm a reasonable sort of person. Just need for you to provide me with funding, or at least airline tickets to get to your laboratory. I weigh only 180 lbs., but I will need to bring approx. 170 lbs of "equipment". Equipment these days is so heavy, even the titanium stuff!

Have you tried out any of them carbon-polymer surgical tools yet, Mr. Benway? I find that Aussie airport workers don't even pay no nevermind to them - basically a no-hassle alternative to the old metal stuff.

Well, I'd like to know your thoughts on these things. Oh, and thanks for the speling tips!