Lake Luba
Ishambat
course foreseen in the script, and in man's desire to
transcend it. The intoxication of the annihilation is
not meant however to recreate the same old same old. The
annihilation is meant to make oneself light and enter the mind of God.
I wished them their highest good. With love I sealed it.
This meant consummation of scripting. This meant
fulfilment of scripting. Wishing it with love ensured that
no blood was spilled. They were set free from their
scripts. And set free to chart their destinies. Her
face was luminous. Luminous with freedom - and God.
The Slavic root "luba" (in Russian "lubov") means love.
I knew that the seeds were buried in hell. In absolute
pit of hell. Lotus is flower that grows in mud; the
deeper and thicker the mud the more beautiful the lotus.
There was something behind Congo rainforest. Congo.
Congo.
THEN I had religion.
I could not turn from their revel in derision.
THEN I SAW THE CONGO, CREEPING THROUGH THE BLACK,
CUTTING THROUGH THE JUNGLE WITH A GOLDEN TRACK.
Then along that river-bank
A thousand miles
Tattoed cannibals danced in files;
Then I heard the boom of the blood-lust song
And a thigh-bone beating on a tin-pan gong.
And "BLOOD" screamed the whistles and the fifes of the warriors,
"BLOOD" screamed the skull-faced, lean witch-doctors,
"Whirl ye the deadly voodoo rattle,
Harry the uplands,
Steal all the cattle,
Rattle-rattle, rattle-rattle,
Bing!
Boomlay, boomlay, boomlay, Boom,"
A roaring, epic, rag-time tune
From the mouth of the Congo
To the Mountains of the Moon.
Death is an Elephant,
Torch-eyed and horrible,
Foam-flanked and terrible.
Boom, ...
Boom, ...
Boom, ...
Like the wind
Hoo, Hoo, Hoo.
Congo. Congo. CONGO. The absolute pit of hell. The Abyss.
The origin of the AIDS virus, the seed of fear. The center of
the womb. The evangelist who called me Satan could
be seen directing strands of black magick into the Congo
and saying that this was because that was Satan. And
where I found open souls, but the evangelist was blocking
the contact. I was in Metropolitan Museum of Arts in New
York talking to Alice when this was resolved. I pointed at the
world map where eyes fell, Horn of Africa, and asked her its
symbolism. I then saw a statue of bighorn, then told her that
the horns were direct receptors of heaven, that were intended to
point to heaven and integrate it in the earth, and if
anything stood between them and heaven they gored it or
snarled or became self-ensnaring. And then my eyes fell.
On the other side of Congo. On the other side of the pit
of hell. Where in delicacy and enchantment and rainy
mountains bathed Lake Luba. And in Congo there could be
found millions of bright golden heads that knew of Lake
Luba was but could not justify their longing in terms of
anything that they rationally knew. So the Evangelist
directed black magick at them from the other side. And
said they were Satan. (As I write this and look at the clock
it says 11:33; CONSUMMATION). And there were mosquito
poisoners on the side of Lake Luba contaminating channels
to rot and torment. And poisoning mermaids until they grew
nasty little legs and lost all their faith and ate their
heroes, to resume the gnawing another day. Creating
illusion, all of this illusion, that the essence was
evil. Sheer blind pitch darkness. CONGO. But Essence was
on the other side of Congo. Essence was Lake Luba. And
was gained. Either by tying oneself to the mast like
Odysseus. By flying overhead and landing. By plugging
one's ears with wax like the sailors. By going from
the other side. By forging through Congo blindly and
willfully empowered with one's knowledge of what's on
the other side. By becoming light. By building a bridge -
spanning a lifetime. Classical script. New inventions. Or
"nevertheless I will." Only remember one thing. As one
comes to Lake Luba there is no longer the will and no
longer the I, nor the nevertheless. There is no love under
will any longer either, nor the Holy Father, nor the parent.
But all dissolve into Lake Luba.
"You aren't hell," he said. "You are a piece of heaven
that had to hide. Under the earth that called itself
god. And found devious ways to come into living." The
swamp-green eyes flashing light of heaven. A nude nymph
on the side of the reservoir. The forehead that lurched
from beyond Forever and peeled back time. No, not a poser;
a medium. And tries with her mind to attract as much gunk
as she could attract only to hide from her beauty.
The spirit triangle of the Star of David consummates in
a sub-triangle that goes under the body of matter. Goes
under, like Zarathurstra. Goes under, like seed of plant
under soil. Goes under, like a river spirit. In the
codesign of the river - in the tao of God - in the
spirit mind in the hypertime in the intersynthesis of
the source and the sourceling - in the soil that absorbs
what is here and becomes lifenurture - grows - the seed.
Of the divine. And one finds it. By leaning one's head
backwards into the River. And letting the River carry
him to the Ocean. The Intersection of Landmass and Water.
The Merger of Structural and Lifegiving. But there were
fish in the water. And this was the unkindest cut of all.
As both the fish and the river you are life at its integrative
and interactive and self-reinforcing. If you are only the river,
you aren't life and remain barren. If you are only the fish,
you die. But if you are the river around the fish even as
you are the fish in the river you are the swimming, the
gushing, the aqueous and the evanescent; the struggling
as well as the medium; the seed of life and the soil.
The pomegranate. And seeds of the pomegranate. Both see
themselves as end to themselves. They are not, they are
necessary for one another. They reinforce and invigorate
one another. They are life in synthesis with each other.
And neither can live in and of itself.
Hinduism is green
Jainism is brown
Islam is black
Taoism is yellow
Sikhdom is blue
Maya is blood red
Inca is brick-red
Buddhism is violet
Shinto is sky-blue
Native American is ochre with greenish spots
Voodoo is indigo
Judaism is golden
Catholicism is white
Protestantism is grey
Nazism is pitch
Communism is orange
Evangelism is dirty white with toxic brown worms
Atheism is sharp-toothed with a double chin and an inner grin
Socialism is pink
Capitalism is blonde on blonde, so white on white
Classicism is towering alabaster
Egypt is color of sand
Romanticism is the color of her eyes
Direct link to God is transparent
Love is horrible. Lack of it, more so. Love is volcanic
fire rising to meet the sky. Not for some such vain
purpose as that it could itself tower. But so that
water could bathe at the top in enchantment. And attain
its highest clarity while dissolving both earth and
stars. And around it Man could construct the noblest
civilization that ever existed. Which knew of her
evanescent condition even as she spruced up the
mountains with the most glorious manmade creations
ever constructed on earth. And kept people in state of
improvement on nature, a civilization that was an
improvement on nature and its completion. That in 100
years created greater engineering accomplishments than
the Romans in their 500 years of slave labor. That knew
space travel and immortal life. And kept this
accomplishment until 600 Spaniards showed up with toxic
brown worms codified in a spellbook.
"The substance of Soviet disaccomplishment was that they
put the first dog in space." Dog is God spelled backwards.
Which was the point of reversal of class structure, reflected
in the inverted dialectic, codified in sacrifice of the individual
to the collective and sustaining an order that made force
the highest faculty and miners the privileged class.
The structure of cognizance had been inverted to take
as its premise the brute. And made man the tool of the
brute's ascension. Realizing an unterrupted column from
bottom to heaven. Which allowed for complete
totalitarianism; a tower of Babylon for the sake of
humanity. Which Americans as humanity gratefully copied
and then destroyed.
The good did not know that it was good and acted in
devious ways. The evil did not think that it was evil and
talked with a tongue of lard. The nation was a giant
womb, and in its belly was Jonah. I said that Chechnya
was the thorn in the side of the whale that was Russia.
But God was the only thing that would get Jonah out of
the belly of the whale. But God wanted Jonah to kill all
the neighboring tribes as return favor. So Jonah, being
a humanitarian, decided to dig through the whale's
intestinal tract and was covered in shit when he found
his way to the sphincter. And twinkled the sphincter.
My classical friend: "You have taken a shortcut." Well
no, I have taken another route. So that I don't have to
kill all the tribes. Because I'm a humanitarian.
Another thing I wished was that the world be honest.
This meant, either enlightened democracy or fascist
theocracy, but not both at once. I had worked to make
possible the enlightened democracy. Gore-Lieberman
was the precise embodiment of that struggle. I connected
through psychosphere to seeds around country as they had
expressed themselves on the net. I talked to Michigan
and disabused them of their Robertson indoctrination.
Michigan carried. I connected to contacts in Oregon,
and they put Gore over the top despite presence of black
magickians who supposedly sided with Nader but really
wanted an evil isolationist materialistic regime that
would prosecute spirit, criminalize the New Age, reduce
international contact and trade and leave both the
intellect and the spirit in ineffectual morally wankish
earthbound loserly opposition and use absolute
smugness of untested unprosecuted moralizing
opposition to assert totalitarian control over their
communities while claiming themselves the only
good people in the world. I talked to Wisconsin.
I connected to contacts in Illinois, New York and
Connecticut even as I took charge in California. All
carried. I tried connecting to Kay in Tennessee, but
she was in hiding. I connected to Arizona and the
fluffy clouds, but the bondage was too deep - and
this was the Dido script, the curse of abandonment
leading to abusive self-fulfilling dynamics that bring it
about, the curse that Aeneas would vanish and his city,
connected eternally to one's own, would burn it down for
failure to integrate under love. (The capital of Venezuela, or
land of Venus, is named Carthagena. Aeneas was son
of Venus. They want integration.) I forgot one missing
link. Just one, nothing more. FLORIDA. BrendaLee.
Who, as I later found out, successfully had defeated the
Dido script. If I had remembered my contact in Florida,
Gore would be in the White House. Florida. FLORIDA.
A bridge between two worlds. The alligator swamp in the
middle, St. Petersburg on the left. And in the ocean on
warships, the sneering soldiers. The Co-Creator in south of
Florida. And in Jacksonville, in very north, the center of
fascist theocracy magick, center block owned by their
organization, directing concerted wipeout of parks, nature
and art. Many toxic brown worms from Texas, an oil well, a
giant skyscraper, a center of fear magick that I had
spotted in 1999. I got to the bottom of it and took its
power. They said well. But I forgot one thing. Just one
thing, nothing more. FLORIDA. And now, democracy in
the United States of America dies.
The Internet being an expression of the shared consciousness.
The Underworld of the shared consciousness. The swamp of
the shared consciousness in which grow lotus seeds.
Connecting through shared consciousness to points of light
through an interlocking web of obstruction creates an interlocking
web of light. And if a node misses, there is opaqueness. "Expire
already" the voices shout and I don't know how. It could
not have possibly been more precise. This will be on my
soul. But this is a more honest position. It is a more
honest position, ladies and gentlemen, for the dream of
legitimacy has died in the United States of America,
and the vision of St. Germaine passes to Slovenia
(meaning "Glorious") and its capital Luibliana (meaning
"the city of love"), there to integrate the civilizations.
And through Slovenia, back to Europe in which it
had originated - where it had started but failed originaly
pursuant the Jesus script, based on an ontological
reality that I attempted to overcome - the ontological
reality of "prophet is not accepted in his home town" -
the ontological reality of the voice of the tape having
greater emotional power to shape psychology even if it
is objectively wrong, causing guilt and depression for
rejecting the voice even if one is right, attracting voices
that cater to this guilt and depression until they
become mutually reinforcing - the ontological reality of
the bond taking away from the mind the axiom to the
soul and inducing the Abyss, - and human attempt to
overcome this condition, this whale stomach enfolding
Jonah, attracting alien entities and usurpers that damn
the source in order to damn the lie and thus disconnect
the internal seed from the external godspace - this
whale stomach that has become America, and Russia, both -
creates a dialectic among each other through which the City
of Love can blossom and show the way.
I am sick and tired of people blaming the women. Don't
blame Monica Lewinsky or Tat Samarino, blame me.
For dissolution of "American culture" which never
existed. For dissolution of "American family" which was
never based on love. For end of "social order" which was
a hideous lie from start to finish and left its most
sensitive souls in the river to rot. For end of "blue-
collar values" which were never values, for any time
someone began to excel in his work the union members
would bang him on the shoulder until he could not
perform his job any longer - for the macho illusion was
sustained by molly coddling womb-consciousness government
tariffs and Marxist propaganda, creating a toy macho set
which, lacking reality-check against other men and therefore
afraid of reality both material and psychic, was expressed
in domestic abuse and abusive religion and dehumanizing
degrading mentality that could not stand beauty and culture -
for the individuals who had created their prosperity
did not mean for it to interfere with the next level of
prosperity but to be foundational to it - by those who
disable in themselves, in each other, in anything else
any human qualities of spirit and intellect and then
claim themselves superior to the people who do the same
work in other countries, without molly-coddling, and are
far better human beings than themselves. Blame me, for
the collapse of the social infrastructure which was
intended to serve this Milwaukee nightmare. Industrial
backbone my ass. "Farmers feed America" - Monsanto feeds
me when hippies do not. "You owe your life to this
country" - to INS and the government and the entrepreneurs,
not to the toy-macho wife-beater child-molesters
who themselves being product of immigration have been
protesting against immigration, against progress, against
individuality, against innovation, against culture,
against beauty and against honest examination of the
ugliness that goes on in their homes. Where is your sense
of self-sufficiency, macho man? Where is your sense of
honesty, family values man? Where is your sense of
brotherhood of all humanity, Christian man? They aren't
dumb, they use everything in their mind to reinforce the
point of brown fear which becomes a bottle of beer which
becomes a whip. Blame me for dissolution of the illusion
that this is legitimate. And pass the fire to Slovenia.
What kind of nonsense is it to plant these nasty seeds
of self-fulfilling mistrust? I REFUSE TO LIVE IN FEAR.
I CHOOSE TO LIVE IN LOVE. I am not some idiot Eminem
painting up women as out to screw him over and abusing
them until they do, and then let the womb consciousness
religion country say that obviously people can't manage
relationships so other people should impose upon them
because people are stupid so they have no right to their
lives but people are stupid so they have right to those
of others. I would rather be dead than think in this
manner or contribute to anything that would. I would
rather be physically dead than think like I'm a dead
man. Free society, like free mind, means free of fear.
If this means willing to live or die for one's love, then
that seems to be the corner in which one gets painted.
Naive? No. Just cognizant of heaven. Michele to Layo:
"Can you mindfuck Ilya?" - the answer is yes, but you
would have to come from the place where go your eyes.
You can become the nymph that you are, and I will go
willingly to you and do anything you want me to do.
You can seduce me into the river, please do so, but
don't think you can bring me to banality.
North Korea. North Korea, ladies and gentlemen, is to be
studied. My Classical friend in his idiotic mode: "This
German romanticism imagery led to second world war" -
not the conscious choice to abuse the psychological power
contained in great literary and psychological thought, to place the
psyche in service of the gun. My Classical friend in his
insane mode: "People are pigs, so God doesn't care how
many die." Mimicking Jefferson, the father of democracy:
"I don't care if half of Europe dies for as long as French
revolution succeeds." Mimicking gen-x'ers dreaming of
global military dictatorships or asking such questions as
"How will the population reduction proceed" then attacking
those who do cults and religions. Mimicking survivalists
wishing for TEOTWAKI then spinning hysterias about Clinton.
Mimicking St. John wishing on everybody an armageddon and
Indians wishing for global economic collapse. And now, THERE
WILL NOT BE AN ARMAGEDDON. Nor a global economic
collapse. Nor a military dictatorship, nor a wipeout of half the
world's population, nor any of the fantasies that people use to
project their hostility for future generations to deal with while
claiming themselves the only good (and normal (and sane (and
intelligent (and moral)))) people in the world. "Christians will be
prosecuted" - CHRISTIANS WANT ALL OF US DEAD! Punching
out the horseman of the apocalypse.
I will survive
As long as I know how to love I know I'm still alive
ANd I've got all my life to live
And I've got all my love to give
I will survive
I WILL SURVIVE
Why is North Korea important? Because in Communism is
built in the mechanism of altruism that severs it from
its foundation. The significator is a house without
foundation as a hand protrudes from below and steals its
fruits. Communism imparts its fruits to its stated
enemies. It's better we get your pill when you're done,
says U.S. military, and in the meanwhile we play the
media to keep public in grip of fear by holding you as
threat. It's better you do not get it at all, says the
pedantic hippie shithead, because this power is not
right to be given humanity even as I have the hypocrisy
to make such statements and still be human. You do it
for humanity, so now we as humanity can get it. Soviet
Union puts man in space for the sake of humanity,
Americans as humanity follow. The scientist creats great
invention for the sake of humanity. First military
dictators as humanity use it to blow up half the world;
Then entrepreneurs and government, as a more enlightened
form of humanity, use it to create greatest peace and
prosperity in world history, while pedantic hippies and their friends in
Jacksonville, publicly claiming hostility to each other,
together wage war on humanity and ensnare the
impressionable in their traps of nonaction and moral
wankishness while those who have no such consideration
control the action and render all moral considerations
and spirituality obsolete and damn the world here to
evil. But what is North Korea? The ultimate mind-control
operation, the greatest bubble the ultimate man-made
spell, a mindfuck so utter that they would be starving
and still thinking that they are realizing progress.
Progress toward what? What would be realized -
should have been realized - in the same year as NASA
despite all odds put a craft on Eros, and U.S.
scientists under direction of Watson cracked DNA, and
South Korea perfected diplomacy that the West had
forgotten, and everyone got their highest good but the
jerkoff screwed up so New Jerusalem died in America? I
know what "Dear Leader" means. The ultimate bubble. The
father was a fighter and thus riven with fragmentation,
ridden as all fighters with guilt. He could not get
immortality. He had fragmentation, and immortality
research could not save him. The Dear Leader was raised
in an utterly self-consistent environment based on the
latest spiritual and psychological knowledge. Similar
to Buddha, with no cognitive fragmentation, and
determined like Buddha's parents to prevent ruptures
within the veil. A man utterly without guilt, without
fear and without reality. The ultimate killer, one who
could oversee murder of millions and not blink an eye.
No pain. No morality. No mortality either. And now
that this bubble has been accomplished. And the
hand that leads North Korea to "progress" touches
the asteroid Eros. The smug pudgy face on the little
potbellied body. We. As humanity. Get the Pill of
Immortality. Thank Dear Leader. Thank the suicide
state and the millions who pursuant their sacrifice
will now reincarnate with vengeful bitterness and
sense of entitlement in prime locations around the
world. Thank Dostoyevsky. Thank Lenin. Thank Hegel.
Thank Nietzsche. Thank the Apostles. Thank Jefferson.
Thank Jesus. Thank the hippies. Thank the Masters of
Tao. And put on the asteroid the cross-cultural Lovers
who in their longing for one another defeated their
cultural scripts. Defeated sophistry. Defeated
psychology. Empowered their minds, by providing utility,
to defeat the thing that claimed to speak for reality
with its superstitious ensnaring self-fulfilling
degrading dehumanizing and objectively false convictions.
Achieved liberation without killing a single person, and
were themselves almost killed in the process. Grasped
the asteroid. And became self-creating.
Obedience to the father correlates with the recipient
orientation in Erich Fromm. The individual performs
instructions as father intends for him to perform and
hopes in the end to get rewarded. The consummation of
the obedience script - consummation resulting in
liberation from the script, achievement of individuality
and transcendence - is Jesus, who has chosen the father
at all points of his life, on the cross shouting "Abba
Abba Shalom" - Father Why Have You Abandoned Me - and
at this point attaining not only liberation from the
father without having ever intended to do so but, by
having followed the script to a letter - by having
followed, in his case, the script of the tool of the
divine that poses as father of all of life, and mastered
every part of life in so doing - consummation of life
itself; immortality. The point at which life - itself -
has been mastered, and is taken away, for it was only a
learning tool through which the soul was to know and
rise into godhood - and the last cry of the child to the
father whom he has followed, both learning tools, becomes
one of abandonment and despair as both are vanquished
upon the cross in matter-antimatter explosion, and the soul
that precedes both child and father masters both training
tools and merges into the Godlike to engulf the world in
its white aura. From which position, being cognizant of
all that is human, the soul periodically recreates its
physical aspect - appears to select individuals - guides
those who seek it to wisdom that is both divine and is
contained within. The pathway of Jesus is internalization
of the Father and following the Father until the Father
and the Self both vanish. And then what is left. Is
neither the tool nor the channel. But rather this simply:
The Soul. Which had been the point all along.
Father, Father, Why Have You Abandoned Me? For the same
reason that Socrates lead you out of your mental trap
then left you to construct your own understanding. For the
same reason that fishers and hunters lead the Jews out of the great
northern country. For the same reason that cults, shared
mystical societies, covens, peoples and mystical orders
appear and then pop. Why, exactly? Because he was a
vehicle. A vector. A sperm. A catalyst. If you may
permit, a phallus. He did not want you to be a child.
He wanted you to become his equal, having all of his
knowledge and wisdom, rid of all that was unreal,
complete in your principles and with this knowledge
capable of directing the human drama according to your
own informed will. He was gentle to you or he was harsh;
because this was what would appeal to you. What would
get to you. What would talk to you - at - your - level.
And understood, though he did not tell you, that he was
only a learning tool. As is life itself.
The life story of Jesus offers perfect understanding of
what is aletheia. Aletheia is the pearl of the divine
that takes into itself the distillation of everything
that is context. Aletheia is the seed from which springs
forth life. Aletheia is - essence. Aletheia is Soul.
And as the Soul, having made itself one with what it
knows of humanity, rises to its Divine Authority -
rises indeed to God as it were, God that is emphatically
not the Father but rather the Unity, the Essence, that
from which the Father has come as a learning tool for
the Child by which it could know and master the
Incarnation - it takes into itself the sins of what is
around - itself - and burns it away. Abba Abba Shalom
Shalom. Father why have you abandoned me. Because
your soul precedes the Father. Because you are an
enlightened master and not a scared little kid.
Because your soul has used your child. And the Father.
And the pig Roman Barbarian Civilization. And the Judaic
hypocrisy. And all the civilizations - all the streams
of consciousness - all the places to which any part of
the Divine had been revealed. The journey of the Magi.
The encoding of Celtic, Gaelic, Greek, Egyptian, Hindu
and Chinese magickal traditions. Unifying them all. And
involving all the peoples through which the divine has
manifest. In an all-encompassing psychodrama on its way
to Enlightenment. And as it absorbs into itself all of
what is known of the divine. It takes onto itself all
that stands between human and divine; all that is known
as Sin. And leaves its human form hanging on a cross,
Which is the symbol, not of resurrection, but of the
four elements that are the four letters in the Jewish
name of God. The tyranny of which Jewish God the Father
it Overcomes through death of Man. To profane which
four elements the Romans had used in the form of the cross
to associate with criminality. And which profanement is
overcome likewise by using this self-same cross to achieve
enlightenment.
Ayn Rand was a profoundly spiritual individual. Her
power, informing her mind, was soul. We the Living:
"One of the first things that her mother discovered,
to her dismay, about her daughter, was her joy at being
left alone." The soul was cultivated in its own corner. The soul was
connecting in nature to spirits and the divine.
The soul selects her own society
Then - shuts the door -
On Her divine majority
Impose - no more -
The soul was swinging upon a hammock within the forest
We the Living: "How come she always gets what she wants?"
Fountainhead: "One isn't supposed to know this when one
is 10 years old" - "I did." How would she know this?
How did Jesus at age of 12 tell the priests such wisdom?
Through the power of her soul, was the answer. And that
was the power that led her to her lover. Who was awake.
And to the best of the thing that was man's attempt to
create an order that obstructed the heaven even as it
involved all things of earth in perpetuation of itself;
the unbelievable materialism that cut off the lifeforce
entirely even as it cut off heaven. An absolute
inversion. The revelation of which - soul - revealed
the shape of the contours of the shared consciousness.
And brought her in contact with the essence of the thing
that was this shared consciousness. The physical border.
The border guard with a gun. Utter dullness and force
empowered with gun and with communist ideology. The
essence of Communism. The thing that stands at the
center of all that is Communist and to which all of
life is subservient. Red spot of blood in white Russian
snow pouring out of the head in which is contained the
mind. White Russian snow that is condensed water. And
as Kira, the pure expression of Soul, expires in blood
in the snow on the border of the Soviet Union, having
pursued with maniacal power the only possible path to
salvation, she flashes a smile. At all that was once
possible.
David
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> Congo. Congo. CONGO. The absolute pit of hell. The Abyss.
> The origin of the AIDS virus, the seed of fear.
What a RACIST ranting discombobulated piece of shit Ilya's become.
And before you know it, he'll get "stinkier" still.
"Depends" for the head, that's what Ilya needs.
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Ishambat
If I'm racist, so's Joseph Conrad and Vachel Lindsey.
Congo is a pretty bad place by any standard. One doesn't need to be a racist to
point that out.
>And before you know it, he'll get "stinkier" still.
Still waiting.
>"Depends" for the head, that's what Ilya needs.
Whose?
David Gollub
"Ishambat" <isha...@aol.com> wrote in message
news:20010520132806...@ng-fg1.aol.com...
> >What a RACIST ranting discombobulated piece of shit Ilya's become.
>
> If I'm racist, so's Joseph Conrad and Vachel Lindsey.
Well, they were, actually.
--
Many arguments are flare-ups of years-old arguments
that were never properly settled in the first place.
--Johnny Favorite, overheard