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This appears to be a very simple question, doesn't it? It really tells much about the person doing the asking.

Here we have a parent who has children, and this parent has to ask permission to use a particular form of discipline on her children. The Nanny-Government has so conditioned an entire generation for the need to consult someone before disciplining their children. This is a pathetic and disheartening sign that people are starting to crave the Nanny-Socialist Government like a Hippy craves Heroin.

WAKE UP! They are your children. Not mine. Not your neighbors. Not the governments, not anybody but yours. If they starve to death, then you have failed as a parent. If they grow up undisciplined like little wild rats, you have failed as a parent. When you got knocked up, you accepted the job of raising those children, feeding those children, disciplining those children and educating those children. This is an entrepreneurial job - you have no boss, not even a mentor. If you plant a tomato plant in your back yard and it dies or gets infected with nemotodes - you don't go crying to the government about its demise do you? If your child turns out rotten, then torture yourself, not society because it was never society's job to rear those children.

Now, that having been established, please feel free to discipline your children in any manner you so desire, short of murder. Murder is illegal. Remember, you own your children - they belong to you and nobody else. You can use your brain or your hands to discipline your child, or even your feet, and any other tool you can make or purchase that would assist you in this endeavor. These are all tools at your disposal and certainly a rod of birch is but one option.

LSD

Will set you free

"A VAGINA BAN"

This is the liberal mind set. It is a disease, a mental dissorder. The Liberal, drug-induced, mind is allways thinking of ways tha the GOVERNMENT can take another freedom or right away.

First they ban guns, now.....

You durgged up hippies are very sick. The best cure for dope-feinds is poisoned dope. How hard could it be to just convert all illegal drugs into flesh-destroying chemical compounds? Mix a little Zoloft with the Hippy's LSD; or a little Scopolamine stirred up with the junky's Heroin.

And, Farmer Vincent says "By By Hippy, By By."

Here is an interesting anagram of IVANA BANGA: "A VAGINA BAN"
- Ana Gramm

Ricky farted
Chato darted
Green Haired Jim's legs parted
that's how the universe started

I ain't gay. I gon't have an achy breaky heart. In fact I hate this little ditty (cept for the last line), but it rhymed so figured I'd throw it into the little poem competition we have goin on here.

So far, I recon I'm look'n real good for the 1st place ribbon.

Pervy, that is beautiful, and I got most of it, but what's the bit about the boots?
- Delighted by it all but slightly puzzled

Some party-pooping joker has been putting small explosives into gay anal love toys. Is that where the saying, "busted arse" comes from? At least he had a morbid sense of humour. So it's not all bad news for gays - just NEARLY all bad news! (Poor bastards!)
- Hairy-palmed, and going blind

Ricky, I'm amazed. You have an "achy breaky heart" after all. Just don't tell me you're also gay! (Please! Don't...)
- Ex Liberal Voter

Pirate dreams are normal dreams that have been hijacked by the devil.

You can tell the world you never was my girl
You can burn my clothes when I'm gone
Or you can tell your friends just what a fool I've been
And laugh and joke about me on the phone

You can tell my arms to go back onto the phone
You can tell my feet to hit the floor
Or you can tell my lilps to tell my fingertips
They won't be reaching out for you no more

But don't tell my heart, my achy breaky heart
I just don't think it'd understand
And if you tell my heart, my achy breaky heart
He might blow up and kill this man
Ooo

You can tell your ma I moved to Arkansas
Or you can tell your dog to bite my leg
Or tell your brother Cliff who's fist can tell my lips
He never really liked me anyway

Oh tell your Aunt Louise, tell anything you please
Myself already knows that I'm okay
Oh you can tell my eyes to watch out for my mind
It might be walking out on me today

But don't tell my heart, my achy breaky heart
I just don't think it'd understand
And if you tell my heart, my achy breaky heart
He might blow up and kill this man
Ooo

But don't tell my heart, my achy breaky heart
I just don't think it'd understand
And if you tell my heart, my achy breaky heart
He might blow up and kill this man
Ooo

Don't tell my heart, my achy breaky heart
He might blow up and kill this man
Ooo

Don't tell my heart, my achy breaky heart
He might blow up and kill this man
Ooo
______________________
Ain't that sump'n?

Herr Fudgeballs, it is time for us all to quit, when we see lovestruck good-lookers going around with non-core John!
- Ex Liberal Voter

At first I thought that this article was "blue balls".

That tells you a lot about where my minds at.

It's at cunt. Or lack thereof.

I could take the easy way out and blame it on myself. My bald head, saggy man boobs, and small penis.

But I know where the real problem lies.

It's all that diabolical ass that is roaming the streets. You can't go out and grab a pint of milk without seeing some sweet darling you'd love to poke. And with all those sexy new fashions I can hardly stay focussed long enough to remember what I went out to buy!

Like last night. I was out for dinner with friends. Strictly business meeting. And on the opposite table was this sweet oriental honey. She was with another hot friend and they were indulging in girl talk and alike. And she was wolfing down those fags like there was no tomorrow.

Now the golden rule is: If she smokes she fucks.

So of course I got my hopes up.

But again they were dashed as it turned out it wasn't just a friend she was with but her lesbian lover!
(I devined all this by snooping on their conversation).

Well there I was, home alone again.


Y'know maybe it is John Howard's fault?

I'll read them to you. I have a smooth coffee voice, tits, and a beard. It will excite you no end.

Heater now uninstalled and replaced by Yukka tree which will be replaced by flat screen.

Found out that CD player no longer works! Can't remember trashing that? Piece of shit anyway.

Digger, I don't think political tapeworms "flock back" to the rectums of their heroes. Once a tapeworm falls out of a warm arsehole, it probably can't slither back in. It is a harsh fact, but I hope that it helped to clarify your thinking.
- Ex Liberal Voter

You crazy Howard Haters better get ready to move out of Oz for as sure as night follows day PM Howard will win the 2007 election.
Aussies don't like unelected Union officials telling them what to do, and that is being reflected in every poll which now finds voters flocking back to the Howard government.

We will be dancing in the streets when Kruddy does his conceding speech on Election night 2007!

Digger,
Cranbourne

I'm out of breath after reading that great spray! Nice one Chato!

Elvis Costello is alive and well and a far more prolific & astute musical artist than po-boy Presley - thieving the work of little-heard Black musicians - ever was.

Who would have noticed? All things grow, all things go! The formal XN proceedings were brief, strident, soggy but fruitful and the informal overnight post-pradial Summit meetings were blessed with immense kindness and generosity... Max thanks the host PKV, the guests galore, and his friends in the fish tank. Viva!

For if he did we all would have been blown skyhigh.

Also, there is nothing wrong with having an under developed brain. Intellectual bullies. Let that go back at high school and leave Ricky be.

We don't shoot each other here Ricky. The only killing we do is lynching of abos, (well we get the people most suited for that type of job to do that, the police)

Otherwise we gave up acting like savages a long time ago.

PM Coward said pray for rain and look what happened. Nine people dead and many houses and properties damaged and IT'S ALL PM COWARD'S FAULT because he told the Ausmerican punters to pray for rain. PM Coward is solely responsible for all that occurred recently in NSW. We should hang the rotten little U.S lapdog in the certre of town.

Ricky believes anything that is 'big'. Anything that appears to have a majority of followers in his area. Like the Christian Bible, or the republican party etc.

It is safe thinking this way and one can wave a flag happily thinking one is part of a winning team!! Yeeay!!! Go me!!! and my team!!! Yay!!!

Ricky is middle America. Leave him alone!

Religion makes me laugh. All those hare-brained drongos going ga-ga over ancient fairy tales. And for pissake Ricardo, get off the moonshine!

Never underestimate the simplicity of a powerful man!
Or maybe I meant: Never simplify the underestimations of a powerful man. Or ... forget it!
- Confused again (dang!)

John Howardites v. The Anarcho-Socialists?

Who will win? Who will lose? How will the Anarcho-Socialists fight? Do the John Howardites have the balls to fight?

It makes no nevermind to me - I just want front-row tickets to the Main Event.

Simple men control the destinies of rocket scientists, physicists, biologists, chemists, men like Einstine, Openheimer, Congreve, etc. They all work for simple men.

Steve Jobs was no genius - he just knew how to assemble a team of geniuses. Bill Gates is a simpleton - he knew how to steal genius and make it/them his own.

George Bush is a simple man. He runs our country - for two terms! No rocket science involved there.

Complex and inteligent people are nothing more than tools sitting in a warehouse waiting to be put to productive use by the simple man. Again, to the simple man, Anarchism is nothing more than C4 explosive sitting on a shelf at a convenience store. For a price both can be purchased, molded and administered for the simple man's objective.

Einstine never really did anything, yet he is thought of as the world's smartest man. Hitler accomplished quite a bit, yet history confirms that he was really nothing more than a simple man.

Once again, the Bible has been misinterpreted. It does not say that the "meek" shall inherit the earth. Properly translated, it commands that the simple shall inherit the earth. And it is dead-on correct. Simple people are God's Chosen people.

I study the bible each day, as i do the tora and the koran... these ancient anthologies of delusion and misinformation hang on hooks in my dunny where each page serves its only practical purpose... keeping my arsehole clean!

Yes, folks, it was a short, sharp, shocking XN Summit but by god the editorial team came up with the uncompromising goods! Using the latest hi-tech resources to link with virtual team members around the globe, this was a Summit to dismember! The unerring focus, the incisive analysis, the stimulating debate, the bruising camaraderie, the bravado, the gusto, the vodka spritzers, the beer showers, the starry, starry night, the cats and dogs and fish, the peripheral vision and peripheral damage and tantalising threat of gas explosion if a smoke had been at hand... and the never doubted outcome: the glorious, glittering prize of a bigger, better Xenox News beckoning on the horizon!

Dance with the devil; sleep with the Lord.

About time I say!

For too long Satan has frolicked with the perverted on Oxford St.

I thought that having someone's turd stuck under your foreskin or up the eye of your donger was punishment enough!
- Doreen of Dulwich Hill (save them Lord!)

You just wait until you become old, stupid, and corrupt just like John is. I don't know why you people are so cruel to Jesus-loving John. Jesus loves John, and that is good enough for me!
(although Jesus loves Kevin also - too confusing sometimes)
- Doreen of Dulwich Hill (Jesus, please help my confused mind)

I think you've left out the best bit of the Bible. Y'know the part where Jesus walked out of the Garden of Gethsemane and fucked himself stupid for 20 years.

That's my favourite part.

I saw a hungry cat around here someplace. Better stay alert, little rodents!

- Mouse 13

Simple folks is right! Fuckin simpletons! Rick even thinks having the Shrub as president is some kind of success story! Jesus mate! Bush is the worst advertisement for "the south" that i can think of! Except for maybe you Ricki! Simple fuck!

...but I sure ain't weird.

Any dummy knows that! Jesus was the Messiah. Elvis sang beautiful songs about the Messiah. If anything, Elvis was a fallen preacher. He imbibed in drugs and alcohol, permitting the devil to ruin his body and soul.

But, Elvis was forgivin for his sins. And, now he is with the Lord in all of his glory! Amen! Elvis did the Lord's work for a short while on earth, but wrestled with the devil. And sometimes the devil won, but the Lord in all of his grace and mercy forgave Elvis. Amen!

Well, it's better than Kirribilli House. They have to put Ratsak(TM) out for a giant rodent they have there. Some say it's actually a huge mutant weasel! Jesus! How would ya like to meet up with that thing in the dark? Xenox is much better - I like it here - no bloody weird weasels!
- Mouse1

Yeah, we've got the run of the place - I can hardly contain my excitement...
- Mouse2

Yoo! Hoo! Xenoxnews hippies, where are you? ... Hey, they're all pissed or stoned again! Where's that bloody stale cheese sandwich?
- Mouse1

Ricky, do you think that Elvis (Lord bless his socks!) may have been the Messiah, and we fools failed to understand? Do we get another chance? I have been crucifying anybody I can get my hands on, but none of them seem to have been the Messiah!
- Edward Gein (mummy did a real bad thing, but I dug her back up and I showed her real good!)

I didn't let one rag-head leave my country. It makes no nevermind if they's from Saudi Arabia or Fuckmonkystan.

But if'n I had my way, I'd surely make every last one of 'm leave!! Why would I wan't some Shiek-shaggin niggugly Ayrab eat'n and poop'n and polut'n the USofA with their stank? And, them Ayrabs really do hava a stank to 'em. Real bad stank. You see these people walking around a Piggly-Wiggly with rags all draped over them and dots on their head, all fat and nasty-like. They look just like a bunch of monkeys that walked in ouf of a jungle.

You Aussies have enough desert - why don't you take 'em, since you seem to love 'em so much. Keep 'em as pets, make 'em work in your factories, burn 'em in ovens - makes no nevermind to me - JUST TAKE 'EM AWAY. Thank you, Bobby.

Glad to see that you are one of us, one of the Productives.

Anyone who owns a factory and makes people work cain't be all bad. Nosiree. Getin-um off the streets and making widgets for profit, that's the Ameristralian way.

I have a dream. I have a dream that soon all parasitic politicians, land value thieves, property pimps, so-called developers, mass-immigrationist sex-pervert child-molesting Zionist multiculturalists, retarded hillbillies, media whores and fellow neo-liberal travellers will be put to productive work im my factory, or just fertilizing the soil as the Good Lord intended. No apologies intended!

God blessed the South. There cain't be no doubt about that. The Good Lord graced us with beautiful mountains, fertile soil, warm weather, pleanty of rain and virgin pure streams and rivers. We can grow the most delicious fruits, vegitables, and greens. T'aint no dusty dirty deserts 'rond hear. T'aint no desert-dwellers and sand monkeys up in these parts. T'aint no homosexual orgy-towns 'round hear.

We are simple folks who praise the Lord for all that he has given us, till the soil, keep our land for our own, and pay homage to this great land of Southern Appalachia that we claim as our Nation. Praise the Lord, pass the ammunition, and keep the freaks, fruits and hippies out. Simple rules for simple folks.

" I have a nightmare, that the poor the sick and the old shall hear freedom thud as a spineless nation once again finds decency too hard."

That might just be someone's wet dream; i.e. a sensible nation that cuts taxes, eliminates welfare, and gets their poor productive again.