Operation 'Moorish TAR Seven' at the Pillar of Hercules.

Operation 'Moorish TAR Seven' at the Pillar of Hercules.

The birth of a hero and a myth

As a rock on the seashore he standeth firm, and the dashing of the
waves
disturbeth him not.
He raiseth his head like a tower on a hill, and the arrows of fortune
drop
at his feet.
In the instant of danger, the courage of his heart sustaineth him; and
the
steadiness of his mind beareth him out.

- Aristotle


The Sherif Mulay el Hasan congratulated me, saying: "You are indeed a
brave
man! You have not only
penetrated into the Rock of Tar, you have actually come back!" Right...
This
Moorish Green Light Warrior penetrated the Hard Rock again and left
after
the operation, the location unseen. I have seen the 10000 sleeping
Warriors,
in their Olive Green Battle dress, sleeping beneath the rock. The Holy
warriors were not aware that the Sun of the feared Captain Blackbeard,
was
in the midste of them. Right, my hart started to do a Zdaff zdaff beat,
when
I was in the midste of the many many sleeping warriors. I found the
secret
chambre of the sleeping King and the room of treasures. There I took
the
two belts of The Capitain, Blackbeard. My gran'da'ddy's green schoulder
belt, and the golden dragger belt. So I took the two Magic belts and
Left
without touching the alarm bel. But the great sleeping King with a very
long
beard, openend a eye and said; "Warhol, are you there again". My feet
started to tremble by hearing the voice of the sleeping King. And my
hart
beat went up zdaff zdaff... zdaff zdaff... I freezed as an rock and
could
not move my lips... I heard my own hart doing zdaff zdaff... zdaff
zdaff...
while the voice of the sleeping king penetrated deep my soul, my hart
and Ears... I did
not understand. How did the King known my Usenet Nickname??? and my
hart did
zdaff zdaff... zdaff zdaff... and I tried to move my lips but found no
words
to ask the question... and suddenly it became dark around me and that
voice
transformed to ringing tone of the intercom of the hotelroom. I openend
my
eyes and found myself in my hotel room... It was a dream... my first
impression and the voice of the sleeping King echoed in my Ears..."are
you
there again... are you there again..." weeks of fishing and fasting...
have
only give me a dream. I felt the force deep inside me flow away. Me the
Light warrior who wants to meet the lord, cant now find the courrage to
stand up
out of bed... the force had left me. This dream was to much... O lord,
why
must I suffer, to save the world... Can't they understand the danger
they
are facing all, right now. Even the high priest of the temple of the
Holy
trinity didn't give me time to explain to him, that he must hand me
over the
holy temple, where I must Pray to my Allmighty God... since I am the
sun of blackbeard. That wikked man had never heard
of the Sally Rovers and their adventures on the seven seas, like Sinbad
the
Light Prince... no corner of the world was to far or safe from our
terror
actions, to collect the temple taxes for god... Author's right for the
knowledge that God has given to man... the tribut due to god. The last
days
of the Temple Warriors before the curse fell on them, and went in sleep
for
100 years... till the day a beautyfull prince of light, discovers the
hidden
tower, where a beautyfull princes lays sleeping, because she dared to
expirement with a "spinning wheel" (Time Machine), she had found in one
of
the many towers of the Great Palace of Camelot. Now everybody is
sleeping
and nobody knowns where the most beautyfull princess of the worlds is,
awaiting her Moorish Prince, to come and kiss her on her fine sweet
lipps
words of truth... and I dont find the energy to continue my search for
the
sacred mission. There I was in my bed, thinking and thinking. Why does
God
not answer my question anymore? why dont I feel the angel beside me?
why?
why? so many why's, and why me. a stubborn and reckless man who
convinced
himself that he was to be captain for Jesus Christ. Again a new day and
no
couragge to stand up and go to explore that sacred Rock, of TAR after
the
hidden secret passage. That must lead to the sleeping king and his
warriors.
Faith I need now, more than before... I must put my trust in God only,
and
ask for more energy for my lost soul. Yes I need to arme myself with
pure
faith only, the devil is behind this negative energy, I am sure... He
is
powefull and knowns all the magic. I must arme myself with Super faith
in my
Lord and God. the only way to win this battle against the Evil Magic
forces
of Shetan. and terminated this horror game, of cat and mouse. Remenber
the Force
HASAN and the Field of the Three Kings. My gran'da'ddy fought against
three
invaders kings. He too was alone against the world, till his brothers
started to open their ears and eyes. The hardste part of the mission is
always the unbelieve of the people. they who dont know their history
are
doomed to live it again. I remenber Sebastian of Portugal Upon
attaining his majority, the King of Portugal (January 20, 1554 - August
4, 1578) began plans for a great crusade
against us and my Gran'da'ddy, the Light people of the republic Fez.
The Portuguese crusaders crossed into
Bled Msabha in 1578 and, against the advice of his own commanders,
Sebastian
marched deep in our lands. At Alcazarquivir(KSAR EL KEBIR) (Field of
the Three
Kings) the Portuguese were routed by My Gran'da'ddy Sultan Ahmed
Mohammed Al
Mansoor el Dahbi, and stupid Sebastian was killed in battle, infact he
drowned with
his armee. But for the Portuguese people, he had just disappeared and
he
would return home, to such an extent that, in 1640, King John IV of
Portugal
had to swear to yield his throne to Sebastian, in case Sebastian (who
would
then be 86 years old) returned. Moses is now descending the holy
mountain,
with the holy tablets of the covenant with GOD the Allmighty, he will
be not
happy that his people have betrayed him, the same way they betrayed
King
David. who stood alone before Goliath, the Giant. Well Moses shall be
standing alone before a Giant Golden Cow. Where ever he turns his face
and
eyes, he shall see the Golden Cow, that people are prosternating
before. I
am sure he will be very angry at Arroon and his people. The "sleeping
King"
who would return to help Moorish Israel in her darkest hour, like the
British King Arthur...
The legendary king of the Britons, said to have led the Knights of the
Round
Table at Camelot King Arthur or the German Frederick Barbarossa. Holy
Roman
Emperor from 1152 to 1190; conceded supremacy to the pope; drowned
leading
the Third Crusade (1123-1190)Frederick Barbarossa. In the time of
Spanish
occupation (1580-1640) three pretenders claimed to be King, the last of
whom - an Italian - was hanged in 1619.

Even as late as in 19th century, peasants in the Brazilian sertao
believed
that the king would return to help them against the "godless".

and now this Light Warrior is seeking to speak the sleeping king. Me
the
Mahdi, seeking the lord of the holy altar... and I can't find him...
and my
people remain enslaved by the wicked wolfs. what can I do, against a
world
that has lost its path, and now walketh in the darkness. This combat is
not
egal ... I have no weapons, only a Iron Rock, high up in the heavens
sky,
which nobody yett can see. The darkbody is closing day by day. and my
voice
remains a echo in the wildernis, where people prosternate only before
Golden
Cows and not to truth.

Exploring the Rock, It's one of the world's most familiar landmarks: a
huge
limestone rock towering above the fringe of buildings, people and
traffic
around it, facing a narrow expanse of water that separates Europe from
Africa. Like most visitors to the British enclave of Gibraltar, I saw
it
from nearby. That's enough time to see the Barbary apes, ascend The
Rock by
cable car, shop at Marks & Spencer and other very Golden Cow shops
along
Main St, have a pub lunch, explore a big cave where Neanderthals once
lived,
gaze across the Strait of Gibraltar at Africa, 24 kilometres away, and
explore narrow congested streets looking at an odd collection of
Georgian,
Victorian, and Moorish architecture, at least what is left after the
many
wars this region has seen true time, since the pharaoh of egypte
drowned
with his armees. only stupid people dare to attack gods people at their
sacred mountains and holy city of Camelot. Soon there will be a other
stupid
king who shall get it in his mind to attack again the fort of forts or
Ksar
el kebir and this Mahdi of the holy city of david, sun of the Capitain
Blackbeard must than stop him, as David boy did in his times... Mark
this
words...

Program this morning in Ronda, Spain, and ride along zigzagging
mountain
roads high above the Mediterranean Sea, past picturesque "white
villages" in
rocky hills brightened by stands of yellow broom. At the border town
of La
Linea. The Rock is the place to spend the most time on. This
mini-mountain,
6.5km long, 800 metres wide and 417m high, is one of the ancient
Pillars of
Hercules that marked the end of the known world; the other pillar is a
mountain across the strait in Morocco. In myth, Hercules straddled the
strait, one foot on each continent. Right, a foot on both continets.

up The Rock, at Europa Point, Gibraltar's southern tip, to visit the
lighthouse, there where once upon the time the sacred shrine of Our
Lady
Fatima stood. From Europa Point, and from viewing points on the
mountain,
you can see dolphins cavorting in the strait; dolphin and Bottle
whale-watching cruises are available. The Bay of Algeciras is a
beautiful
sight, and Algeciras to the west is a busy container-cargo port. the
strait
is a channel 58km long that connects the Atlantic Ocean and the
Mediterranean Sea. Right... Olalala the rock is full of tunnels and
caves.
Military sieges of the late 18th century led to the excavation of a
honeycomb of more than 50km of tunnels, and some sections can be
visited by
prior arrangement. Most visitors settle for a visit to St Michael's
Cave,
an immense cavern with the huge main chamber called Cathedral Cave used
as
an auditorium for concerts. During the American Revolution, France and
Spain decided that while the British were distracted by the colonists'
rebellion, they could take back Gibraltar. They mounted a siege that
lasted
from 1779 to early 1783. But the tunnels enabled the British to move
cannons to points on the mountain's steep face. Some of the cannons
are
still there. The fastest way to the summit is a 6-minute cable car ride
from
the station in the Grand Parade at the end of downtown's Main St.
After
descending from The Rock, one can schmooze in the downtown pedestrian
zone
filled with shoppers and people snacking at pubs or sidewalk cafes. All
Golden Cow ... But my program is not exatly that... now I even dont
have the force to stand up. What i am seeking is only a dream, and that
dream looked so real. Yesterday I had the courage, to continue my
search,
but today after the dream I have no courage anymore, Oh my lord where
did I
miss the road and why must I suffer. Time for me to take the shower,
.... and
there was a strange surprisse, after the shower while i prepared my
moorish Pirate dress...
Miracle... a miracle ... right in front of me, the sacred objects of my
dream. The Green belt with the golden dragger belt... are there right
in
front of me... the belts layed there in front of me, i can't believe my
own
eyes... and even the crown of the king was given me, to a man, who was
at
the point to loose his faith and knighthood. Oh, lord, I thank you to
have
openend my eyes, and for this holy present... the belts of my
Gran'da'ddy.
Now I am ready to become the Superhuman that will save this world...
even I
recieved a cap too, that makes me invisible when I put over me...
olalala only a while ago I was lost and now i recieved all those
weapons, that shall permit me to take
over the world and save all the believers of the holy word.

Ha Ha Haa Right I feel the force of Hasan, Right in me... we are two...
no,
we are three... the super force of the allmighty heavens lord. Now I am
the
force and the Right Hand of the mighty lord. The world has to learn to
live
with a New Hasan of the light Lands or Hasan the Andaluzian... this
what I
call rebirth... wow when I will tel this to my mother, she too will not
believe her ears... Ha Ha Ha... words words words for ears of
unbelievers
but hard truth for the true believers, even when they start to loose
their
faith in the sacred mission against the forces of Evil. And the battle
is
not finnished yet, the road lays full of people with no faith who must
be
convinced that only faith can save from the coming doomes day. The
Passover
day for the believers of the Hasanite word. Oh people the Kingdom is
for
tomorrow. Prepare the path for the Lord. Remenber what John the baptist
said... he who cometh after me shall baptize with fire... well fire is
coming down right now.

so People Now you know How I got the Belt... The prophetie spoke
right... In this passover feast, semama Santa, shall a great Prince be
born... Andaluszia Is Great... My Gran'da'ddy's have done good work
here... The Moorish Fort is only one of the many expample who stood
against many attacks... RIGHT THE MOORISH CIVILASTION IS STILL
STANDING. Proof they tried to destroy the Moorish civilastion but the
wicked and evil people failed in their mission... The Moorish prince is
walking now around the Rock and soon it shall be the hole andaluzian
penesula that shall be under my magic powers... HA HA HA FEAR THIS
WARHOL... a real sun of the Sally Rovers

Warhol wrote:
Operation 'Moorish TAR Seven' at the Pillar of Hercules.

The birth of a hero and a myth

As a rock on the seashore he standeth firm, and the dashing of the
waves
disturbeth him not.
He raiseth his head like a tower on a hill, and the arrows of fortune
drop
at his feet.
In the instant of danger, the courage of his heart sustaineth him; and
the
steadiness of his mind beareth him out.

- Aristotle


The Sherif Mulay el Hasan congratulated me, saying: "You are indeed a
brave
man! You have not only
penetrated into the Rock of Tar, you have actually come back!" Right...
This
Moorish Green Light Warrior penetrated the Hard Rock again and left
after
the operation, the location unseen. I have seen the 10000 sleeping
Warriors,
in their Olive Green Battle dress, sleeping beneath the rock. The Holy
warriors were not aware that the Sun of the feared Captain Blackbeard,
was
in the midste of them. Right, my hart started to do a Zdaff zdaff beat,
when
I was in the midste of the many many sleeping warriors. I found the
secret
chambre of the sleeping King and the room of treasures. There I took
the
two belts of The Capitain, Blackbeard. My gran'da'ddy's green schoulder
belt, and the golden dragger belt. So I took the two Magic belts and
Left
without touching the alarm bel. But the great sleeping King with a very
long
beard, openend a eye and said; "Warhol, are you there again". My feet
started to tremble by hearing the voice of the sleeping King. And my
hart
beat went up zdaff zdaff... zdaff zdaff... I freezed as an rock and
could
not move my lips... I heard my own hart doing zdaff zdaff... zdaff
zdaff...
while the voice of the sleeping king penetrated deep my soul, my hart
and Ears... I did
not understand. How did the King known my Usenet Nickname??? and my
hart did
zdaff zdaff... zdaff zdaff... and I tried to move my lips but found no
words
to ask the question... and suddenly it became dark around me and that
voice
transformed to ringing tone of the intercom of the hotelroom. I openend
my
eyes and found myself in my hotel room... It was a dream... my first
impression and the voice of the sleeping King echoed in my Ears..."are
you
there again... are you there again..." weeks of fishing and fasting...
have
only give me a dream. I felt the force deep inside me flow away. Me the
Light warrior who wants to meet the lord, cant now find the courrage to
stand up
out of bed... the force had left me. This dream was to much... O lord,
why
must I suffer, to save the world... Can't they understand the danger
they
are facing all, right now. Even the high priest of the temple of the
Holy
trinity didn't give me time to explain to him, that he must hand me
over the
holy temple, where I must Pray to my Allmighty God... since I am the
sun of blackbeard. That wikked man had never heard
of the Sally Rovers and their adventures on the seven seas, like Sinbad
the
Light Prince... no corner of the world was to far or safe from our
terror
actions, to collect the temple taxes for god... Author's right for the
knowledge that God has given to man... the tribut due to god. The last
days
of the Temple Warriors before the curse fell on them, and went in sleep
for
100 years... till the day a beautyfull prince of light, discovers the
hidden
tower, where a beautyfull princes lays sleeping, because she dared to
expirement with a "spinning wheel" (Time Machine), she had found in one
of
the many towers of the Great Palace of Camelot. Now everybody is
sleeping
and nobody knowns where the most beautyfull princess of the worlds is,
awaiting her Moorish Prince, to come and kiss her on her fine sweet
lipps
words of truth... and I dont find the energy to continue my search for
the
sacred mission. There I was in my bed, thinking and thinking. Why does
God
not answer my question anymore? why dont I feel the angel beside me?
why?
why? so many why's, and why me. a stubborn and reckless man who
convinced
himself that he was to be captain for Jesus Christ. Again a new day and
no
couragge to stand up and go to explore that sacred Rock, of TAR after
the
hidden secret passage. That must lead to the sleeping king and his
warriors.
Faith I need now, more than before... I must put my trust in God only,
and
ask for more energy for my lost soul. Yes I need to arme myself with
pure
faith only, the devil is behind this negative energy, I am sure... He
is
powefull and knowns all the magic. I must arme myself with Super faith
in my
Lord and God. the only way to win this battle against the Evil Magic
forces
of Shetan. and terminated this horror game, of cat and mouse. Remenber
the Force
HASAN and the Field of the Three Kings. My gran'da'ddy fought against
three
invaders kings. He too was alone against the world, till his brothers
started to open their ears and eyes. The hardste part of the mission is
always the unbelieve of the people. they who dont know their history
are
doomed to live it again. I remenber Sebastian of Portugal Upon
attaining his majority, the King of Portugal (January 20, 1554 - August
4, 1578) began plans for a great crusade
against us and my Gran'da'ddy, the Light people of the republic Fez.
The Portuguese crusaders crossed into
Bled Msabha in 1578 and, against the advice of his own commanders,
Sebastian
marched deep in our lands. At Alcazarquivir(KSAR EL KEBIR) (Field of
the Three
Kings) the Portuguese were routed by My Gran'da'ddy Sultan Ahmed
Mohammed Al
Mansoor el Dahbi, and stupid Sebastian was killed in battle, infact he
drowned with
his armee. But for the Portuguese people, he had just disappeared and
he
would return home, to such an extent that, in 1640, King John IV of
Portugal
had to swear to yield his throne to Sebastian, in case Sebastian (who
would
then be 86 years old) returned. Moses is now descending the holy
mountain,
with the holy tablets of the covenant with GOD the Allmighty, he will
be not
happy that his people have betrayed him, the same way they betrayed
King
David. who stood alone before Goliath, the Giant. Well Moses shall be
standing alone before a Giant Golden Cow. Where ever he turns his face
and
eyes, he shall see the Golden Cow, that people are prosternating
before. I
am sure he will be very angry at Arroon and his people. The "sleeping
King"
who would return to help Moorish Israel in her darkest hour, like the
British King Arthur...
The legendary king of the Britons, said to have led the Knights of the
Round
Table at Camelot King Arthur or the German Frederick Barbarossa. Holy
Roman
Emperor from 1152 to 1190; conceded supremacy to the pope; drowned
leading
the Third Crusade (1123-1190)Frederick Barbarossa. In the time of
Spanish
occupation (1580-1640) three pretenders claimed to be King, the last of
whom - an Italian - was hanged in 1619.

Even as late as in 19th century, peasants in the Brazilian sertao
believed
that the king would return to help them against the "godless".

and now this Light Warrior is seeking to speak the sleeping king. Me
the
Mahdi, seeking the lord of the holy altar... and I can't find him...
and my
people remain enslaved by the wicked wolfs. what can I do, against a
world
that has lost its path, and now walketh in the darkness. This combat is
not
egal ... I have no weapons, only a Iron Rock, high up in the heavens
sky,
which nobody yett can see. The darkbody is closing day by day. and my
voice
remains a echo in the wildernis, where people prosternate only before
Golden
Cows and not to truth.

Exploring the Rock, It's one of the world's most familiar landmarks: a
huge
limestone rock towering above the fringe of buildings, people and
traffic
around it, facing a narrow expanse of water that separates Europe from
Africa. Like most visitors to the British enclave of Gibraltar, I saw
it
from nearby. That's enough time to see the Barbary apes, ascend The
Rock by
cable car, shop at Marks & Spencer and other very Golden Cow shops
along
Main St, have a pub lunch, explore a big cave where Neanderthals once
lived,
gaze across the Strait of Gibraltar at Africa, 24 kilometres away, and
explore narrow congested streets looking at an odd collection of
Georgian,
Victorian, and Moorish architecture, at least what is left after the
many
wars this region has seen true time, since the pharaoh of egypte
drowned
with his armees. only stupid people dare to attack gods people at their
sacred mountains and holy city of Camelot. Soon there will be a other
stupid
king who shall get it in his mind to attack again the fort of forts or
Ksar
el kebir and this Mahdi of the holy city of david, sun of the Capitain
Blackbeard must than stop him, as David boy did in his times... Mark
this
words...

Program this morning in Ronda, Spain, and ride along zigzagging
mountain
roads high above the Mediterranean Sea, past picturesque "white
villages" in
rocky hills brightened by stands of yellow broom. At the border town
of La
Linea. The Rock is the place to spend the most time on. This
mini-mountain,
6.5km long, 800 metres wide and 417m high, is one of the ancient
Pillars of
Hercules that marked the end of the known world; the other pillar is a
mountain across the strait in Morocco. In myth, Hercules straddled the
strait, one foot on each continent. Right, a foot on both continets.

up The Rock, at Europa Point, Gibraltar's southern tip, to visit the
lighthouse, there where once upon the time the sacred shrine of Our
Lady
Fatima stood. From Europa Point, and from viewing points on the
mountain,
you can see dolphins cavorting in the strait; dolphin and Bottle
whale-watching cruises are available. The Bay of Algeciras is a
beautiful
sight, and Algeciras to the west is a busy container-cargo port. the
strait
is a channel 58km long that connects the Atlantic Ocean and the
Mediterranean Sea. Right... Olalala the rock is full of tunnels and
caves.
Military sieges of the late 18th century led to the excavation of a
honeycomb of more than 50km of tunnels, and some sections can be
visited by
prior arrangement. Most visitors settle for a visit to St Michael's
Cave,
an immense cavern with the huge main chamber called Cathedral Cave used
as
an auditorium for concerts. During the American Revolution, France and
Spain decided that while the British were distracted by the colonists'
rebellion, they could take back Gibraltar. They mounted a siege that
lasted
from 1779 to early 1783. But the tunnels enabled the British to move
cannons to points on the mountain's steep face. Some of the cannons
are
still there. The fastest way to the summit is a 6-minute cable car ride
from
the station in the Grand Parade at the end of downtown's Main St.
After
descending from The Rock, one can schmooze in the downtown pedestrian
zone
filled with shoppers and people snacking at pubs or sidewalk cafes. All
Golden Cow ... But my program is not exatly that... now I even dont
have the force to stand up. What i am seeking is only a dream, and that
dream looked so real. Yesterday I had the courage, to continue my
search,
but today after the dream I have no courage anymore, Oh my lord where
did I
miss the road and why must I suffer. Time for me to take the shower,
... and
there was a strange surprisse, after the shower while i prepared my
moorish Pirate dress...
Miracle... a miracle ... right in front of me, the sacred objects of my
dream. The Green belt with the golden dragger belt... are there right
in
front of me... the belts layed there in front of me, i can't believe my
own
eyes... and even the crown of the king was given me, to a man, who was
at
the point to loose his faith and knighthood. Oh, lord, I thank you to
have
openend my eyes, and for this holy present... the belts of my
Gran'da'ddy.
Now I am ready to become the Superhuman that will save this world...
even I
recieved a cap too, that makes me invisible when I put over me...
olalala only a while ago I was lost and now i recieved all those
weapons, that shall permit me to take
over the world and save all the believers of the holy word.

Ha Ha Haa Right I feel the force of Hasan, Right in me... we are two...
no,
we are three... the super force of the allmighty heavens lord. Now I am
the
force and the Right Hand of the mighty lord. The world has to learn to
live
with a New Hasan of the light Lands or Hasan the Andaluzian... this
what I
call rebirth... wow when I will tel this to my mother, she too will not
believe her ears... Ha Ha Ha... words words words for ears of
unbelievers
but hard truth for the true believers, even when they start to loose
their
faith in the sacred mission against the forces of Evil. And the battle
is
not finnished yet, the road lays full of people with no faith who must
be
convinced that only faith can save from the coming doomes day. The
Passover
day for the believers of the Hasanite word. Oh people the Kingdom is
for
tomorrow. Prepare the path for the Lord. Remenber what John the baptist
said... he who cometh after me shall baptize with fire... well fire is
coming down right now.

so People Now you know How I got the Belt... The prophetie spoke
right... In this passover feast, semama Santa, shall a great Prince be
born... Andaluszia Is Great... My Gran'da'ddy's have done good work
here... The Moorish Fort is only one of the many expample who stood
against many attacks... RIGHT THE MOORISH CIVILASTION IS STILL
STANDING. Proof they tried to destroy the Moorish civilastion but the
wicked and evil people failed in their mission... The Moorish prince is
walking now around the Rock and soon it shall be the hole andaluzian
penesula that shall be under my magic powers... HA HA HA FEAR THIS
WARHOL... a real sun of the Sally Rovers


Do you have a "Reader's Digest" version of this?

Double-A

Tolerance for what? A mad Muslim? WWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAA!

You outdid yourself on that one, Chu'k!

Saul Levy


On Thu, 06 Apr 2006 19:07:53 +0200, Charles D. Bohne
wrote:

On Thu, 06 Apr 2006 09:59:18 -0500, Fred Hall wrote:

Warhol is pretty bizarre, even by your standards, eh Bohnehead?

Tolerance ....
C.

Translation, please! My French is rather rusty. And, my German isn't
any better, Chu'k!

Saul Levy


On Fri, 07 Apr 2006 03:35:28 +0200, Charles D. Bohne
wrote:

On Thu, 06 Apr 2006 18:21:18 -0700, Saul Levy wrote:

Tolerance for what? A mad Muslim? WWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAA!

You outdid yourself on that one, Chu'k!

Saul Levy

NATHAN LE SAGE, Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
Emprunter ne vaut pas mieux que mendier.


Les hommes sages sont toujours vrais dans leur conduite et dans leurs
discours. Ils ne disent pas tout ce qu'ils pensent, mais ils pensent
tout ce qu'ils disent.
{Extrait de Manuel de moral}

http://www.teachsam.de/deutsch/d_lit...s_nathan_0.htm

A digest version??? why ? are you sick? you must come to At-Tur (The
Mount of Revenge (Tar()). than maybe will understand what a blackbeard
sun try's to explain... We Blackbeards always come Back... Right we are
the Terminators of Evil... and this Time we promissed to baptize with
Fire... I am sure the vermin shall digest it... Explain what you mean
with; "Reader's Digest" version?

Charles D. Bohne wrote:
On 6 Apr 2006 04:44:14 -0700, "Warhol" wrote:

The Sherif Mulay el Hasan congratulated me, saying: "You are indeed a
brave man! You have not only penetrated into the Rock of Tar,
you have actually come back!" Right...
This Moorish Green Light Warrior penetrated the Hard Rock again and left
after the operation, the location unseen.

All in a dream ...


But that dream was so reel, and how must I explain the Two belts... I
have them still two days after the real dream... I know Nobody will
believe, so is the will of the Allmighy... he created a World full of
unbelievers of Miracles... But you will see in less than no time I, the
Pirate SUN, shall rull over the Rock of Revenges again... as My
Gran'da'ddy did ate the Mount Saint Michael, in france 3800 years
ago... Right that was My gran'da'ddy Moses at the ancient Mount of
Tar... there where the astroide of Noah had created the Pyreneen
mountain... Did you knew that it where my Gran'da'ddys that created all
the mountains in this world and shaped the continents in the form we
all know the world tody. All works is of the allmighty heavens lord, He
who trows Hard rocks at Vermin... He is the reel architect...

The Moorish prince is
walking now around the Rock and soon it shall be the hole andaluzian
penesula that shall be under my magic powers... HA HA HA FEAR THIS
WARHOL... a real sun of the Sally Rovers

Let me know when you're back :-)

C.

I find you Bizarre too...

Warhol wrote in message
oups.com...
I find you Bizarre too...

Everybody finds Fred "Trash" Hall bizarre.

Charles D. Bohne wrote:

On 8 Apr 2006 12:04:09 -0700, "Warhol" wrote:

Did you knew that it where my Gran'da'ddys that created all
the mountains in this world and shaped the continents in the form we
all know the world tody.

No, I did not know that :-
Is the "technique" still available?
C.

All in a dream ...

But that dream was so reel, and how must I explain the Two belts... I
have them still two days after the real dream... I know Nobody will
believe, so is the will of the Allmighy... he created a World full of
unbelievers of Miracles...

Trust me, I will "believe" when I see :-)
C.

Unless his hatred of American consumes him before then.

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Warhol wrote:

I find you Bizarre too...

So why did you sneck Fred's post, warswine? What are you afraid of?

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reciprocal dependent directed surface tension not
instantaneous field wide reaction."
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