Najoua Belyzel... - by Vincent_21
metal dawn on 15/6/2006 at 02:38
Para?noid's been
VinninatedTM! Somebody send help quickly!
I don't know what exactly that means, either, but I had put some name to this crap he keeps pulling
Here's how he seems to operate...
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Fundamentals
1. Long post
2. Inappropriate complicated words
3. Mind-grindingly unintelligible point
4. Self- assurance accheived through the dis protests, complains, outbursts, and general criticism of other members.
hopper on 15/6/2006 at 07:24
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5. Adding "...." between every half-sentence to make them seem really deep and ponderous.
Insertnamehere on 15/6/2006 at 09:21
I spend a holiday in Portugal with my parents once. We ate completely burned saucages in some place called Obidos.
Which was nice.
D'Arcy on 15/6/2006 at 15:17
Quote Posted by Vincent_21
No, no... i read your last post, and a necessity to express myself about your erroneous consideration is imperative. Here in Portugal there are not men like me. Really. I am young... most of my compatriots, 18-24 years old are unable to express themselves, their emotions, their thoughts. If they have any. So they resort to simple ideas, poor lexica, lack of politeness... bla bla bla mumble jumble dribble...
What a pompous, pedantic buffoon! For Christ's sake, stop posting as if you were some sort of spokesperson for the entire portuguese population. I even feel embarrassed when I read your posts :p Can't you detect the irony of criticising the portuguese general poor taste in a thread <b>you</b> made about this awful, fluffy, poppy song sung by a french teenager?
Insertnamehere: Fast Show :thumb:
Malygris on 15/6/2006 at 15:51
Quote Posted by Para?noid
self-absorbed fuckstool
Quoted for truth.
Vincent_21 on 16/6/2006 at 00:31
I guess i wasnt able to paint an assertive sketch of today's portuguese society, specially in what concerns to masculine youthness. Well, i didnt mention some important aspects, that are, with time, having an ample impact. It all started long ago, when Portugal decided to venture into the unknown. It was widely known that some land existed below the european continent and with determination and covetousness, an infant started a glorious path, that would take this august nation to fame. We were, if you dont know, the richest, the most powerful and the most feared country in the world! Our grandiosity, our opulence, our ray of influence surpassed any other region!... we, in 1498, turned the Cape of Torments, we reached India we went far away, we evangelized the Japan!..
And now... just look at this! What we are!... Huh, D'Arcy?... Our should i say brother?! The blood of our ancestors runs throught our veins, this blood, the lusitan blood!... Evoke Viriato, Henrique, Camoes!.. do u remember them? Our familly!... forgotten in the dust of books, of obsolete memories! Look at the remains of our once bright civilization!... Forever lost in the abyss of time... we had our moment of glory, a temporary rapture, an illusion of centuries... but then, the inevitable decadence... why?... do u want know why?.. people gone weak!... our thirst for triumph, for domination was tempered. We started to accommodate ourselves to our... pathetical lifes. Prevarication of our... our destiny. Those people... they knew nothing!... they didnt know what was like to send the Mouros back to their continent, back to Africa! 10 centuries of preponderance and a strong dinasty to eradicate them... these were our parents. A familly of kings, a familly of fighters... we, with this ascendency are meant to much more!... this is the pure truth, compatriot. That blood is still in these veins, that past, those ardent desires!... to conquer, to subjugate..... we have a duty, brother!... to honour our nation!...
...are u stunned?... Dont look at me like that.. didnt u know that we belong to the same tree? Remember... our genealogical evidence! The proof of our superiority!... its within you..... we cant deceive our fate. We cant be small, when we were meant to so much more!... the dream of our past heroes shall not be lost, shall not be buried!... look at your pulse.. do u see it? Our arteries, our blood? Which link us?... our beating heart, our essence, our substance!!.... so brother?!..... are u still amazed?... ...a monster, me?... please... what was human history without people like us, who carved the name of Lusitania in heretical chests?... killers u say... no, no, u are wrong. We were unique among all the rest... force was needed to make history, to perpetuate our name!... the beggining of a destiny that shall be consummated soon..... huh, your face..... your eyes....
...dont be humble. Humility is unworthy of us. Yes... yes, there will be blood. Collateral damages, i say.... and so? Who are they?... dont hesitate now.... how soft u are..... u compel me to piety..... but u know, you are not required. Just think... all our people here at... huh, Portugal.... they share with us this potencial. If u ignore my calling, there will be other u will follow me!.... a legion of soldiers! To my command.... yes, they are also our brothers and sisters.... our familly. And they will dignify their origin. They saw light, i ve taken then from the shadows!... they are my devotees now.... and i am asking u, what will u do?....
D'Arcy, D'Arcy, think wisely... its your future, your life!... its in your hands.....
Low Moral Fiber on 16/6/2006 at 00:43
MACLEOD........WE ARE BROOOOOOTHHHHEEERRRRRSSSSS!
Malygris on 16/6/2006 at 02:19
I think the only reasonable answer here is to nuke Portugal.
Dia on 16/6/2006 at 02:24
It's the only way to be sure.
