Re: The Trolling Stops HERE

Steve Leyland

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Oct 25, 2005, 12:25:20 AM10/25/05

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Hi. This is the clue-send program at usenet. I'm afraid I wasn't able to
deliver any clue to the following address: nu...@fjukkin.bidness "Bertie
the Bunyip"
This is a permanent error; I've given up. Sorry it didn't work out.

: "Steve Leyland" <steveREMOVEDOT...@meow.org.invalid> wrote
: in news:djk6b6$i3j$1...@blackhelicopter.databasix.com:
:
:: Hi. This is the clue-send program at usenet. I'm afraid I wasn't
:: able to deliver any clue to the following address:
:: nu...@fjukkin.bidness "Bertie the Bunyip"
:: This is a permanent error; I've given up. Sorry it didn't work out.
::
::: "Steve Leyland" <steveREMOVEDOT...@meow.org.invalid>
::: wrote in news:djffk4$t8f$1...@blackhelicopter.databasix.com:
:::
:::: Rise up this morning, smiled with the rising sun. three little
:::: birds pitch by my door step, singing sweet songs of melodies pure
:::: and true, saying Capt. Rob this is my message to you:
::::
::::: As president of Alt.Sailing.Asa,
::::
:::: excuse me?
::::
::::: I now call and end to trolling,
:::
::: jesus wept, are these twits still trying the "tried and true" method
::: of troll extermination?
:::
::: Snort!
:::
::: they'll be Cancelling pooosts next.
::
:: very probably, as their netKKKopping attempts failed abysmally.
:::
:
: But they weren't a complete waste. I , for one, found them immensely
: entertaining.

oh yes. excellent fun for all.
teh sailorbois are much more boring now that they've finally realised
that netKKKops never win, though.

:
: Bertie

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One good turn gets most of the blankets.
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"My suggestion is to completely ignore idiots like Leland. They are the
lowest form of pond scum. People like him have tried unsuccessfully in
the past to disrupt the newsgroup. The best medicine is to completely
ignore them. As I'm sure you'll see, they're most intelligent response
is to yell nasty names. Other than that, they have nothing."

JG, netKKKop, alt.sailing.asa
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"Warning to all:
Steve Leyland is a trolling twat of the highest order. Killfile the
muppet now and move on. Even the briefest of searches on his past
UseNet posts will reveal the truth. You have been warned. *plonk*"

Bear, netKKKop, uk.rec.motorcycles
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"I didn't delete any part of your meaningless, pointless, worthless
post in order to clearly demonstrate that you are the nemesis of
Usenet: the crossposting, non-editing, diagram-creating worthless,
dickless, brainless, gutless, mindless, ball-less, spineless, flaccid,
obese, fish-belly pale, ugly, VD-ridden, moronic, bald, hunch-backed,
flat-footed, odoriferous, obnoxious, fecal-smelling, buck-toothed,
physically handicapped, fungus-infected, HIV positive, mud-packing,
masturbating, whining, simpering, self-important, arrogant, egomaniacal
POS that takes up more bandwidth than a despicable binary-poster, and
for no apparent reason beyond seeing his own defecatory vomitus
slithering down the screen in vile green rivulets."

Admiral Halsey, alt.sailing.asa
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"I went to the Garden of Love,
And saw what I never had seen;
A Chapel was built in the midst,
Where I used to play on the green.

And the gates of this Chapel were shut
And "Thou shalt not," writ over the door;
So I turned to the Garden of Love
That so many sweet flowers bore.

And I saw it was filled with graves,
And tombstones where flowers should be;
And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars my joys and desires."

William Blake.
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"When the Earth has been ravaged and the animals are dying, a tribe of
people from all races, creeds and colours shall put their faith in
deeds, not words, and make the land green again. They shall be known as
Warriors of the Rainbow, protectors of the environment."

Native American prophecy

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Bertie the Bunyip

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Oct 25, 2005, 12:59:26 AM10/25/05

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"Steve Leyland" <steveREMOVEDOT...@meow.org.invalid> wrote in

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Snort! But the baby nazis figger they can!

Go figger.

Bertie

Dirk Bruere at Neopax

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Oct 25, 2005, 1:10:09 PM10/25/05

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I invite other Asatruar to add their own links, which I will then combine.
I would also appreciate info on failed links.
If anyone has objections to any site or org then mail me with precise details.

Note that listed here are only a fraction of the available resources.
However, enough should exist here to enable you to find what I omit.

There is also a copy of this on my site at

http://www.neopax.com/asatru/AsatruResources.TXT

feel free to link to it if you're feeling lazy.

Also, this information can be copied/used in any way by anyone. I claim no
copyright over this list nor any intellectual property rights.

Mailing lists:

Magazines

http://www.odinic-rite.org/orbonline.html *magazine section of Odinic Rite
http://www.northvegr.org/leidstjarna/index.html *Journal of the Northern Star
http://www.northvegr.org/leidstjarna/haust2003/index.php
AFA_Bearcla...@yahoogroups.com *Bearclaw mailed from the AFA

Organisations:

http://www.ormswald.org.uk/ *Ormswald Cultural Sanctuary and Hof
http://www.odinistfellowship.co.uk/ *The Odinist Fellowship
http://www.heathensforprogress.tk/ *UK pressure group for official Heathen
recognition
http://www.neopax.com/nineworlds/index.htm *Nine Worlds - a universal SIG for
Heathen mystical/shamanic work

http://www.kithofyggdrasil.org *Kith of Yggdrasil (UK)
http://www.odinic-rite.org/ *The Odinic Rite
http://www.runestone.org/ *Asatru Folk Assembly
http://www.irminsul.org/ *Irminsul Aettir
http://www.ealdriht.org/ *Angelseaxisce Ealdriht Webpage
http://www.thetroth.org/ *The Troth
http://asatru.org *Asatru Alliance
http://www.aetaustralia.org/ *Assembly of the Elder Troth
http://www.friggasweb.org *Frigga's web
http://atschool.eduweb.co.uk/pbrough/stav/index.html *STAV - martial art
http://www.northvegr.org/ *Northvegr Félag (was Midhnott Sol)
http://www.runegild.org/ *The Rune Gild
http://www.bifrost.no/ *Åsatrufellesskapet Bifrost
http://www.fornsidr.dk/ *Firn Siðr, Ase- og Vanesamfundet i Danmark
http://www.asatrosamfundet.se/ *Sveriges Asatrosamfund
http://www.midgardsweb.f2s.com/ *Midgards Web
http://www.thorshof.org/
http://www.aswynn.co.uk/ *Freya Aswynn
http://www.kami.demon.co.uk/gesithas/ *The English Companions
http://www.vigrid.freeserve.co.uk/ *Wodens Folk (English)
http://www.heathenry.org/ *Norse Heathenry Society
http://www.geocities.com/Athens/Forum/5346/ *New Zealand Asatru Fellowship
http://www.eldaring.de/content/index.php *German Troth
http://mysite.freeserve.com/ormswald/page1.html *Ormswald Cultural Sanctuary (UK)
http://www.geocities.com/willoftheasatrunation/ *WOTAN, Eire
http://www.irminenschaft.net/ *Irminschaft

Sites:

http://www.neopax.com/asatru/ *Thoughts and photos from my site (Dirk Bruere)
http://www.angelfire.com/on/Wodensharrow/sitemenu.html *Woden's Sharrow
http://www.asatru.nl *Dutch Asatru
http://www.heidendom.nl
http://www.hetrad.nl
http://www.boudicca.de *dedicated to Boudicca, multilingual
http://www.runewebvitki.com/ *Rune study and theory
http://www.bcsupernet.com/users/wodan/ *Wodanesdag Press
http://www.river-wood-samfelag.org
http://www.geocities.com/Athens/Forum/4178/asatru/asalink.html *An Asatru
resources list
http://www.geocities.com/athens/forum/5346/ *New Zealand Fellowship
http://www.webcom.com/~lstead/RBValues.html *The Nine Virtues
http://mysite.verizon.net/vze7up6c/index.html *Redwolf's Hall
http://members.tripod.com/redwolfs_hall/projectmain.htm *The Union project*
http://www.runenstab.de *German Runesites
http://www.runenring.de
http://www.imperia-europa.org/ *French site, very good technically
http://www.webcom.com/~lstead/Ravenbok.html *Raven kindred
http://www.ahnensitte.net/ * Ahnensitte (V. Wagner)
http://www.geocities.com/osred/ *Odinism Australia
http://www.angelfire.com/in2/iac/ *Indiana Asatru Council
http://www.heidendom.nl/ *Netherlands
http://www.arild-hauge.com/ *Norwegian site
http://groups.msn.com/ASATRU
http://home.earthlink.net/~wodensharrow/asatro.html *Wodensharrow, also the link
below
http://home.earthlink.net/~norsemyths/norsemyths.html *Pictures of the Gods -
excellent

Other:
http://www.vikinganswerlady.com/ *Viking lore, customs, culture - and she
answers questions!
http://www.geocities.com/hgraw/Nanagoat0.html *Poems and stories for young children
http://www.runegild.org/runaraven1.html *Runa Raven Press
http://www.oxfordancestors.com *Genetic profiling on male and female lines
http://www.jelldragon.com *Excellent British source of Heathen goods
http://sunsite.berkeley.edu/OMACL/ *Online Medieval And Classical Resources
http://www.pitt.edu/~dash/mythlinks.html *Germanic myths and legends
http://www.asatru.is/ *Asatru in Iceland
http://asatru.org/wrldtree.htm *World Tree Publications
http://www.solorb.com/gfc/mead//mead.html *Mead
http://www.midhnottsol.org/dictionary/index.html *An Asatru Dictionary
http://www.undernet.org /join #Asatru, IRC Undernet Chat
http://www.irminsul.org/ru/ru.html *Runelore
http://www.europaltd.com/ *Ritual items for sale
http://members.aol.com/cbsunny/ *Mostly Runes, a good treatment!
http://www.geocities.com/folkway_tradehall/index.html *Folkway Tradehall
http://www.kami.demon.co.uk/gesithas/runes/fonts.html *Runic fonts
http://www.geocities.com/TimesSquare/Alley/1557/fonts1.htm *Runic and other fonts
http://huginn.ealdriht.org/ *Asatru Search Engine - find it here!
http://www.calontirtrim.com/ *Patterned trims for clothing
http://www.eddan.net/ *Eddas set to music - Wagnerian, excellent!
http://www.stores.ebay.com/magicalrealistgallery
http://www.primrun.is/ *Icelandic artist
http://www.tarahill.com/ *tara Hill designs, from soap to Runes
http://www.odinlives.org/ *Radio Asatru
http://pagan-things.com/ *er... pagan things
http://haligwaerstow.ealdriht.org/counseling/index.html *Heathen counseling

Steve Leyland wrote:

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Dirk

The Consensus:-
The political party for the new millenium
http://www.theconsensus.org

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Doug Freyburger

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Oct 25, 2005, 3:05:35 PM10/25/05

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Juan Tootreego wrote:
> nu...@fjukkin.bidness says...

>
> > Snort! But the baby nazis figger they can!
>

> I'm still scratching my head trying to figger out their
> 'strategy' of posting thousands of lines of screed to their own
> froup.

If you've received this on a newgroups where it appears to be
off topic, feel free to thank the person who started the thread
rather than blaming the victim. You'll be tempted to say "Do
not feed the trolls" and complain at this posting rather than
at the ones it is in response to. Unfortunately the person
(plus sock puppets) who started the thread and/or who started
the cross posting is not a troll but an obessive. Trying to
react with tactics that work on trolls fails in this case.

In the long run it's been necessary to take an approach of
battling "silent affirms consent". Let a lunatic attack Asatru,
the result will be a few adherents posting material that shows
the value in that which is being attacked rather than silent
aquiessence. Asatru is not a prostiletizing religion, but the
last thing Bertie and his sock puppets want is for the word to
get out that we have lessons of value on an assortment of
current topics. And so I offer the epic poem called The Havamal.
It is supposed to have been dictated by Odin. Maybe so, maybe
the attribution is used so folks put more value on the
statements of how to live one's life. There are only a few
religions in the world that claim biblical inerrancy and Asatru
is not one of them, so draw your own conclusions about the
material.

Folks wishing to find the Havamal on-line can start with a search:

http://www.google.com/search?hl=en&q=havamal+URL&btnG=Google+Search

The Havamal is the pragmatic wisdom of the ancient north. It
deals with topics ranging from maintaining friendships and
drinking moderately through encouraging literacy.

For folks who accuse Asatru of racism, try explaining the fact
that Thor is the result of a racially mixed union.

For folks who accuse Asatru of naziism, try explaining the fact
that runesters were sent to the camps during the 1930s.

For folks who call Asatru anti-semitic, consider that Judaism is
a folkish religion that has survived millenia of suppression and
as such it has many lessons to be learned from.

Here's one of the translations that is available on-line. It
is curtesy of the Northvegr Foundation.

Havamal

The High One´s Lay

1. All door-ways,
before going forward,
should be looked to;
for difficult it is to know
where foes may sit
within a dwelling.

2. Givers, hail!
A guest is come in:
where shall he sit?
In much hast is he,
who on the ways has
to try his luck.

3. Fire is needful
to him who is come in,
and whose knees are frozen;
food and rainment
a man requires,
who o'er the fell has travelled.

4. Water to him is needful
who for refection comes,
a towel and hospitable invitation,
a good reception;
if he can get it,
discourse and answer.

5. Wit is needful
to him who travels far:
at home all is easy.
A laughing-stock is he
who nothing knows,
and with the instructed sits.

6. Of his understanding
no one should be proud,
but rather in conduct cautious.
When the prudent and taciturn
come to a dwelling,
harm seldom befalls the cautious;
for a firmer friend
no man ever gets
than great sagacity.

7. A way guest
who to refection comes,
keeps a cautious silence,
(Or/Wit is needful
to him who travels far:
harm seldom befalls the wary;)
with his hears listens,
and with his eyes observes:
so explores every prudent man.

8. He is happy,
who for himself obtains
fame and kind words:
less sure is that
which a man must have
in another's breast.

9. He is happy,
who in himself possesses
fame and wit while living;
for bad counsels
have oft been received
from another's breast.

10. A better burthen
no man bears on the way
than much good sense;
that is thought better than riches
in a strange place;
such is the recourse of the indigent.

11. A worse provision
on the way he cannot carry
than too much beer-bibbing;
so good is not,
as it is said,
beer for the sons of men.

12. A worse provision
no man can take from table
than too much beer-bibbing:
for the more he drinks
the less control he has
of his own mind.

13. Oblivion's heron 'tis called
that over potations hovers,
he steals the minds of men.
With this bird's pinions
I was fettered
in Gunnlöds dwelling.

14. Drunk I was,
I was over-drunk,
at that cunning Fjalar's.
It's the best drunkenness,
when every one after it
regains his reason.

15. Taciturn and prudent,
and in war daring
should a king's children be;
joyous and liberal
every one should be
until the hour of his death.

16. A cowardly man
thinks he will ever live,
if warfare he avoids;
but old age will
give him no peace,
though spears may spare him.

17. A fool gapes
when to a house he comes,
to himself mutters or is silent;
but all at once,
if he gets drink,
then is the man's mind displayed.

18. He alone knows
who wanders wide,
and has much experienced,
by what disposition
each man is ruled,
who common sense possesses.

19. Let a man hold the cup,
yet of the mead drink moderately,
speak sensibly or be silent.
As of a fault
no man will admonish thee,
if thou goest betimes to sleep.

20. A greedy man,
if he be not moderate,
eats to his mortal sorrow.
Oftentimes his belly
draws laughter on a silly man,
who among the prudent comes.

21. Cattle know
when to go home,
and then from grazing cease;
but a foolish man
never knows
his stomach's measure.

22. A miserable man,
and ill-conditioned,
sneers at every thing;
one thing he knows not,
which he ought to know,
that he is not free from faults.

23. A foolish man
is all night awake,
pondering over everything;
he than grows tired;
and when morning comes,
all is lament as before.

24. A foolish man
thinks all who on him smile
to be his friends;
he feels it not,
although they speak ill of him,
when he sits among the clever.

25. A foolish man
thinks all who speak him fair
to be his friends;
but he will find,
if into court he comes,
that he has few advocates.

26. A foolish man
thinks he know everything
if placed in unexpected difficulty;
but he knows not
what to answer,
if to the test he is put.

27. A foolish man,
who among people comes,
had best be silent;
for no one knows
that he knows nothing,
unless he talks to much.
He who previously knew nothing
will still know nothing
talk he ever so much.

28. He thinks himself wise,
who can ask questions
and converse also;
conceal his ignorance
no one can,
because it circulates among men.

29. He utters too many
futile words
who is never silent;
a garrulous tongue,
if it be not checked,
sings often to its own harm.

30. For a gazing-stock
no man shall have another,
although he come a stranger to his house.
Many a one thinks himself wise,
if he is not questioned,
and can sit in a dry habit.

31. Clever thinks himself
the guest who jeers a guest,
if he takes to flight.
Knows it not certainly
he who prates at meat,
whether he babbles among foes.

32. Many men
are mutually well-disposed,
yet at table will torment each other.
That strife will ever be;
guest will guest irritate.

33. Early meals
a man should often take,
unless to a friend's house he goes;
else he will sit and mope,
will seem half-famished,
and can of few things inquire.

34. Long is and indirect the way
to a bad friend's,
though by the road he dwell;
but to a good friend's
the paths lie direct,
though he be far away.

35. A guest should depart,
not always stay
in one place.
The welcome becomes unwelcome,
if he too long continues
in another's house.

36. One's own house is best,
small though it be;
at home is every one his own master.
Though he but two goats possess,
and a straw-thatched cot,
even that is better than begging.

37. One's own house is best,
small though it be,
at home is every one his own master.
Bleeding at heart is he,
who has to ask
for food at every meal-tide.

38. Leaving in the field his arms,
let no man go
a foot's length forward;
for it is hard to know
when on the way
a man may need his weapon.

39. I have never found a
man so bountiful,
or so hospitable
that he refused a present;
of his property
so liberal
that he scorned a recompense.

40. Of the property
which he has gained
no man should suffer need;
for the hated oft is spared
what for the dear was destined.
Much goes worse than is expected.

41. With arms and vestments
friends should each other gladden,
those which are in themselves most sightly.
Givers and requiters
are longest friends,
if all (else) goes well.

42. To his friend
a man should be a friend,
and gifts with gifts requite.
Laughter with laughter
men should receive,
but leasing with lying.

43. To his friend
a man should be a friend,
to him and to his friend;
but of his foe
no man shall
the friend's friend be.

44. Know, if thou has a friend
whom thou fully trustest,
and from whom thou woulds't good derive,
thou shouldst blend thy mind with his,
and gifts exchange,
and often go to see him.

45. If thou hast another,
whom thou little trustest,
yet wouldst good from him derive,
thou shouldst speak him fair,
but think craftily,
and leasing pay with lying.

46. But of him yet further,
whom thou little trustest,
and thou suspectest his affection;
before him thou shouldst laugh,
and contrary to thy thoughts speak:
requital should the gift resemble.

47. I was once young,
I was journeying alone,
and lost my way;
rich I thought myself,
when I met another.
Man is the joy of man.

48. Liberal and brave men live best,
they seldom cherish sorrow;
but a base-minded man
dreads everything;
the niggardly is uneasy even at gifts.

49. My garments in a field
I gave away
to two wooden men:
heroes they seemed to be,
when they got cloaks:
exposed to insult is a naked man.

50. A tree withers
that on a hill-top stands;
protects it neither bark nor leaves:
such is the man
whom no one favours:
why should he live long?

51. Hotter than fire
love for five days burns
between false friends;
but is quenched
when the sixth day comes,
and friendship is all impaired.

52. Something great
is not (always) to be given,
praise is often for a trifle bought.
With half a loaf
and a tilted vessel
I got myself a comrade.

53. Little are the sandgrains,
little the wits,
little the minds of (some) men;
for all men
are not wise alike:
men are everywhere by halves.

54. Moderately wise
should each one be,
but never over-wise:
of those men
the lives are fairest,
who know much well.

55. Moderately wise
should each one be,
but never over-wise;
for a wise man's heart
is seldom glad,
if he is all-wise who owns it.

56. Moderately wise
should each one be,
but never over-wise.
His destiny let know
no man beforehand;
his mind will be freest from care.

57. Brand burns from brand
until it is burnt out;
fire is from fire quickened.
Man to man
becomes known by speech,
but a fool by his bashful silence.

58. He should early rise,
who another's property or life
desires to have.
Seldom a sluggish wolf
gets prey,
or a sleeping man victory.

59. Early should rise
he who has few workers,
and go his work to see to;
greatly is he retarded
who sleeps the morn away.
Wealth half depends on energy.

60. Of dry planks
and roof-shingles
a man knows the measure;
of the fire-wood
that may suffice,
both measure and time.

61. Washed and refected
let a man ride to the Thing,
although his garments be not too good;
of his shoes and breeches
let no one be ashamed,
nor of his horse,
although he have not a good one.

62. Inquire and impart
should every man of sense,
who will be accounted sage.
Let one only know,
a second may not;
if three, all the world knows.

63. Gasps and gapes,
when to the sea he comes,
the eagles over old ocean;
so is a man,
who among many comes,
and has few advocates.

64. His power should
every sagacious man
use with discretion;
for he will find,
when among the bold he comes,
that no one alone is the doughtiest.

65. Circumspect and reserved
every man should be,
and wary in trusting friends.
Of the words
that a man says to another
he often pays the penalty.

66. Much too early
I came to many places,
but too late to others;
the beer was drunk,
or not ready:
the disliked seldom hits the moment.

67. Here and there I should
have been invited,
if I a meal had needed;
or two hams had hung,
at that true friend's,
where of one I had eaten.

68. Fire is best
among the sons of men,
and the sight of the sun,
if his health
a man can have,
with a life free from vice.

69. No man lacks everything,
although his health be bad:
one in his sons is happy,
one in abundant wealth,
one in his good works.

70. It is better to live,
even to live miserably;
a living man can always get a cow.
I saw fire consume
the rich man's property,
and death stood without his door.

71. The halt can ride on horseback,
the one-handed drive cattle;
the deaf fight and be useful:
to be blind is better
than to be burnt:
no ones gets good from a corpse.

72. A son is better,
even if born late,
after his father's departure.
Gravestones seldom
stand by the way-side
unless raised by a kinsman to a kinsman.

73. Two are adversaries:
the tongue is the bane of the head:
under every cloak
I expect a hand.

****************************
****************************

74. At night is joyful
he who is sure of travelling enjoyment.
(A ship's yards are short.)
Variable is an autumn night.
Many are the weather's changes
in five days,
but more in a month.

75. He (only) knows not
who knows nothing,
that many a one apes another.
One man is rich,
another poor:
let him not be thought blameworthy.

76. Cattle die,
kindred die,
we ourselves also die;
but the fair fame
never dies
of him who has earned it.

77. Cattle die,
kindred die,
we ourselves also die;
but I know one thing
that never dies, -
judgement on each one dead.

78. Full storehouses I saw
at Dives' sons':
now bear they the beggar's staff.
Such are riches;
as is the twinkling of an eye:
of friends they are most fickle.

79. A foolish man,
if he acquires
wealth or a woman's love,
pride grows within him,
but wisdom never:
he goes on more and more arrogant.

80. Then 'tis made manifest,
if of runes thou questionest him,
those to the high ones known,
which the great powers invented,
and the great talker painted,
that he had best hold silence.

81. At eve the day is to be praised,
a woman after she is burnt,
a sword after it is proved,
a maid after she is married,
ice after it has passed away,
beer after it is drunk.

82. In the wind one should hew wood,
in a breeze row out to sea,
in the dark talk with a lass:
many are the eyes of day.
In a ship voyages are to be made,
but a shield is for protection,
a sword for striking,
but a damsel for a kiss.

83. By the fire one should drink beer,
on the ice slide;
but a horse that is lean,
a sword that is rusty;
feed a horse at home,
but a dog at the farm.

84. In a maiden's words
no one should place faith,
nor in what a woman says;
for on a turning wheel
have their hearts been formed,
and guile in their breasts been laid;

85. in a creaking bow,
a burning flame,
a yawning wolf,
a chattering crow,
a grunting swine,
a rootless tree,
a waxing wave,
a boiling kettle,

86. a flying dart,
a falling billow,
a one night's ice,
a coiled serpent,
a woman's bed-talk,
or a broken sword,
a bear's play,
or a royal child,

87. a sick calf,
a self-willed thrall,
a flattering prophetess,
a corpse newly slain,
(a serene sky,
a laughing lord,
a barking dog,
and a harlot's grief);

88. an early sown field
let no one trust,
nor prematurely in a son:
weather rules the field,
and wit the son,
each of which is doubtful;

89. a brother's murderer,
though on the high road met,
a half-burnt house,
an over-swift horse,
(a horse is useless,
if a leg be broken),
no man is so confiding
as to trust any of these.

90. Such is the love of women,
who falsehood meditate,
as if one drove not rough-shod,
on slippery ice,
a spirited tw0-years old
and unbroken horse;
or as in a raging storm
a helmless ship is beaten;
or as if the halt were set to catch
a reindeer in the thawing fell.

91. Openly I now speak,
because I both sexes know:
unstable are men's minds towards women;
'tis then we speak most fair
when we most falsely think:
that deceives even the cautious.

92. Fair shall speak,
and money offer,
who would obtain a woman's love.
Praise the form
of a fair damsel;
he gets who courts her.

93. At love should no one
ever wonder
in another:
a beauteous countenance
oft captivates the wise,
which captivates not the foolish.

94. Let no one wonder at
another's folly,
it is the lot of many.
All-powerful desire
makes of the sons of men
fools even of the wise.

95. The mind only knows
what lies near the heart,
that alone is conscious of our affections.
No disease is worse
to a sensible man
than not to be content with himself.

96. That I experienced,
when in the reeds I sat,
awaiting my delight.
Body and soul to me
was that discreet maiden:
nevertheless I posses her not.

97. Billing's lass
on her couch I found,
sun-bright, sleeping.
A prince's joy
to me seemed naught,
if not with that form to live.

98. "Yet nearer eve
must thou, Odin, come,
if thou wilt talk the maiden over;
all will be disastrous,
unless we alone
are privy to such misdeed."

99. I returned,
thinking to love,
at her wise desire.
I thought
I should obtain
her whole heart and love.

100. When next I came
the bold warriors were
all awake,
with lights burning,
and bearing torches:
thus was the way to pleasure closed.

101. But at the approach of morn,
when again I came,
the household all was sleeping;
the good damsel's dog
alone I found
tied to the bed.

102. Many a fair maiden,
when rightly known,
towards men is fickle:
that I experienced,
when that discreet maiden I
strove to seduce:
contumely of every kind
that wily girl
heaped upon me;
nor of that damsel gained I aught.

103. At home let a man be cheerful,
and towards a guest liberal;
of wise conduct he should be,
of good memory and ready speech;
if much knowledge he desires,
he must often talk on good.

104. Fimbulfambi he is called
who little has to say:
such is the nature of the simple.

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105. The old Jötun I sought;
now I am come back:
little got I there by silence;
in many words
I spoke to my advantage
in Suttung's halls.

106. Gunnlöd gave me,
on her golden seat,
a draught of the precious mead;
a bad recompense
I afterwards made her,
for her whole soul,
her fervent love.

107. Rati's mouth I caused
to make a space,
and to gnaw the rock;
over and under me
were the Jötun's ways:
thus I my head did peril.

108. Of a well-assumed form
I made good use:
few things fail the wise;
for Odhrærir
is now come up
to men's earthly dwellings.

109. 'Tis to me doubtful
that I could have come
from the Jötun's courts,
had not Gunnlöd aided me,
that good damsel,
over whom I laid my arm.

110. On the day following
came the Hrim-thursar,
to learn something of the High One,
in the High One's hall:
after Bölverk they inquired,
whether he with the gods were come,
or Suttung had destroyed him?

111. Odin, I believe,
a ring-oath gave.
Who in his faith will trust?
Suttung defrauded,
of his drink bereft,
and Gunnlöd made to weep!

****************************

112. Time 'tis to discourse
from the preacher's chair. -
By the well of Urd
I silent sat,
I saw and meditated,
I listened to men's words.

113. Of runes I heard discourse,
and of things divine,
nor of graving them were they silent,
nor of sage counsels,
at the High One's hall.
In the High One's hall.
I thus heard say:

114. I counsel thee, Loddfafnir,
to take advise:
thou wilt profit if thou takest it.
Rise not a night,
unless to explore,
or art compelled to go out.

115. I counsel thee, Loddfafnir,
to take advice,
thou wilt profit if thou takest it.
In an enchantress's embrace
thou mayest not sleep,
so that in her arms she clasp thee.

116. She will be the cause
that thou carest not
for Thing or prince's words;
food thou wilt shun
and human joys;
sorrowful wilt thou go to sleep.

117. I counsel thee, etc.
Another's wife
entice thou never
to secret converse.

118. I counsel thee, etc.
By fell or firth
if thou have to travel,
provide thee well with food.

119. I counsel thee, etc.
A bad man
let thou never
know thy misfortunes;
for from a bad man
thou never wilt obtain
a return for thy good will.

120. I saw mortally
wound a man
a wicked woman's words;
a false tongue
caused his death,
and most unrighteously.

121. I counsel thee, etc.
If thou knowest thou has a friend,
whom thou well canst trust,
go oft to visit him;
for with brushwood overgrown,
and with high grass,
is the way that no one treads.

122. I counsel thee, etc. -
A good man attract to thee
in pleasant converse;
and salutary speech learn while thou livest.

123. I counsel thee, etc.
With thy friend
be thou never
first to quarrel.
Care gnaws the heart,
if thou to no one canst
thy whole mind disclose.

124. I counsel thee, etc.
Words thou never
shouldst exchange
with a witless fool;

125. for from an ill-conditioned man
thou wilt never get
a return for good;
but a good man will
bring thee favour
by his praise.

126. There is a mingling of affection,
where one can tell
another all his mind.
Everything is better
than being with the deceitful.
He is not another's friend
who ever says as he says.

127. I counsel thee, etc.
Even in three words
quarrel not with a worse man:
often the better yields,
when the worse strikes.

128. I counsel thee, etc.
Be not a shoemaker,
nor a shaftmaker,
unless for thyself it be;
for a shoe if ill made,
or a shaft if crooked,
will call down evil on thee.

129. I counsel thee, etc.
Wherever of injury thou knowest,
regard that injury as thy own;
and give to thy foes no peace.

130. I counsel thee, etc.
Rejoiced at evil
be thou never;
but let good give thee pleasure.

131. I counsel thee, etc.
In a battle
look not up,
(like swine
the sons of men become)
that men may not fascinate thee.

132. If thou wilt induce a good woman
to pleasant converse,
thou must promise fair,
and hold to it;
no one turns from good if it can be got.

133. I enjoin thee to be wary,
but not over wary;
at drinking be thou most wary,
and with another's wife;
and thirdly,
that thieves delude thee not.

134. With insult or derision
treat thou never
a guest or wayfarer,
they often little know,
who sit within,
or what race they are who come.

135. Vices and virtues
the sons of mortals bear
in their breasts mingled;
no one is so good
that no failing attends him,
nor so bad as to be good for nothing.

136. At a hoary speaker
laugh thou never;
often is good that which the aged utter,
oft from a shriveled hide
discreet words issue;
from those whose skin is pendent
and decked with scars,
and who go tottering among the vile.

137. I counsel thee, etc.
Rail not at a guest,
nor from thy gate thrust him;
treat well the indigent;
they will speak well of thee.

138. Strong is the bar
that must be raised
to admit all.
Do thou give a penny,
or they will call down on thee
every ill in thy limbs.

139. I counsel thee, etc.
Wherever thou beer drinkest,
invoke to thee the power of earth;
for earth is good against drink,
fire for distempers,
the oak for constipation,
a corn-ear for sorcery
a hall for domestic strife.
In bitter hates invoke the moon;
the biter for bite-injuries is good;
but runes against calamity;
fluid let earth absorb.

*****************************

RunatalsÞáttr Oðins.

Odin´s Rune-song.

140. I know that I hung,
on a wind-rocked tree,
nine whole nights,
with a spear wounded,
and to Odin offered,
myself to myself;
on that tree,
of which no one knows
from what root it springs.

141. Bread no one gave me,
nor a horn of drink,
downward I peered,
to runes applied myself,
wailing learnt them,
then fell down thence.

142. Potent songs nine
from the famed son I learned
of Bölthorn, Bestla's sire,
and a draught obtained
of the precious mead,
drawn from Odhrærir.

143. Then I began to bear fruit,
and to know many things,
to grow and well thrive:
word by word
I sought out words,
fact by fact
I sought out facts.

144. Runes thou wilt find,
and explained characters,
very large characters,
very potent characters,
which the great speaker depicted,
and the high powers formed,
and the powers' prince graved:

145. Odin among the Æsir,
but among the Alfar, Dáin,
and Dvalin for the dwarfs,
Ásvid for the Jötuns:
some I myself graved.

146. Knowest thou how to grave them?
knowest thou how to expound them?
knowest thou how to depict them?
knowest thou how to prove them?
knowest thou how to pray?
knowest thou how to offer?
knowest thou how to send?
knowest thou how to consume?

147. 'Tis better not to pray
than too much offer;
a gift ever looks to a return.
'Tis better not to send
than too much consume.
So Thund graved
before the origin of men,
where he ascended,
to whence he afterwards came.

148. Those songs I know
which the king's wife knows not
nor son of man.
Help the first is called,
for that will help thee
against strifes and cares.

149. For the second I know,
what the sons of men require,
who will as leeches live.

***********************
***********************
***********************

150. For the third I know,
if I have great need
to restrain my foes,
the weapons' edge I deaden:
of my adversaries
nor arms nor wiles harm aught.

151. For the forth I know,
if men place
bonds on my limbs,
I so sing
that I can walk;
the fetter starts from my feet,
and the manacle from my hands.

152. For the fifth I know,
I see a shot from a hostile hand,
a shaft flying amid the host,
so swift it cannot fly
that I cannot arrest it,
if only I get sight of it.

153. For the sixth I know,
if one wounds me
with a green tree's roots;
also if a man
declares hatred to me,
harm shall consume them sooner than me.

154. For the seventh I know,
if a lofty house I see
blaze o'er its inmates,
so furiously it shall not burn
that I cannot save it.
That song I can sing.

155. For the eighth I know,
what to all is
useful to learn:
where hatred grows
among the sons of men -
that I can quickly assuage.

156. For the ninth I know,
if I stand in need
my bark on the water to save,
I can the wind
on the waves allay,
and the sea lull.

157. For the tenth I know,
if I see troll-wives
sporting in air,
I can so operate
that they will forsake
their own forms,
and their own minds.

158. For the eleventh I know,
if I have to lead
my ancient friends to battle,
under their shields I sing,
and with power they go
safe to the fight,
safe from the fight;
safe on every side they go.

159. For the twelfth I know,
if on a tree I see
a corpse swinging from a halter,
I can so grave
and in runes depict,
that the man shall walk,
and with me converse.

160. For the thirteenth I know,
if on a young man
I sprinkle water,
he shall not fall,
though he into battle come:
that man shall not sink before swords.

161. For the fourteenth I know,
if in the society of men
I have to enumerate the gods,
Æsir and Alfar,
I know the distinctions of all.
This few unskilled can do.

162. For the fifteenth I know
what the dwarf Thiodreyrir sang
before Delling's doors.
Strength he sang to the Æsir,
and to the Alfar prosperity,
wisdom to Hroptatýr.

163. For the sixteenth I know,
if a modest maiden's favour and affection
I desire to possess,
the soul I change
of the white-armed damsel,
and wholly turn her mind.

164. For the seventeenth I know,
that that young maiden will
reluctantly avoid me.
These songs, Loddfafnir!
thou wilt long have lacked;
yet it may be good if thou understandest them,
profitable if thou learnest them.

165. For the eighteenth I know
that which I never teach
to maid or wife of man,
(all is better
what one only knows.
This is the closing of the songs)
save her alone
who claspsme in her arms,
or is my sister.

166. Now are sung the
High-one's songs,
in the High-one's hall,
to the sons of men all-useful,
but useless to the Jötun's sons.
Hail to him who has sung them!

Hail to him who knows them!
May he profit who has learnt them!
Hail to hose who have listened to them!

*********************************

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Of the Slaying of King Volsung

Now tells the tale of King Volsung and his sons that they go at the
time appointed to Gothland at the bidding of King Siggeir, and put off
from the land in three ships, all well manned, and have a fair voyage,
and made Gothland late of an evening tide.
But that same night came Signy and called her father and brothers to a
privy talk, and told them what she deemed King Siggeir was minded to
do, and how that he had drawn together an army no man may meet. "And,"
says she, "he is minded to do guilefully by you; wherefore I bid you
get ye gone back again to your own land, and gather together the
mightiest power ye may, and then come back hither and avenge you;
neither go ye now to your undoing, for ye shall surely fail not to
fall by his wiles if ye turn not on him even as I bid you."

Then spake Volsung the king, "All people and nations shall tell of the
word I spake, yet being unborn, wherein I vowed a vow that I would
flee in fear from neither fire nor the sword; even so have I done
hitherto, and shall I depart therefrom now I am old? Yea withal never
shall the maidens mock these my sons at the games, and cry out at them
that they fear death; once alone must all men need die, and from that
season shall none escape; so my rede is that we flee nowhither, but do
the work of our hands in as manly wise as we may; a hundred fights
have I fought and whiles I had more, and whiles I had less, and yet
even had I the victory, nor shall it ever be heard tell of me that I
fled away or prayed for peace."

Then Signy wept right sore, and prayed that she might not go back to
King Siggeir, but King Volsung answered --

"Thou shalt surely go back to thine husband, and abide with him,
howsoever it fares with us."

So Signy went home, and they abode there that night but in the
morning, as soon as it was day, Volsung bade his men arise and go
aland and make them ready for battle; so they went aland, all of them
all-armed, and had not long to wait before Siggeir fell on them with
all his army, and the fiercest fight there was betwixt them; and
Siggeir cried on his men to the onset all he might; and so the tale
tells that King Volsung and his sons went eight times right through
Siggeir's folk that day, smiting and hewing on either hand, but when
they would do so even once again, King Volsung fell amidst his folk
and all his men withal, saving his ten sons, for mightier was the
power against them than they might withstand.

But now are all his sons taken, and laid in bonds and led away; and
Signy was ware withal that her father was slain, and her brothers
taken and doomed to death, that she called King Siggeir apart to talk
with her, and said --

"This will I pray of thee, that thou let not slay my brothers hastily,
but let them be set awhile in the stocks, for home to me comes the saw
that says, "Sweet to eye while seen": but longer life I pray not for
them, because I wot well that my prayer will not avail me."

Then answered Siggeir

"Surely thou art mad and witless, praying thus for more bale for thy
brothers than their present slaying; yet this will I grant thee, for
the better it likes me the more they must bear, and the longer their
pain is or ever death come to them."

Now he let it be done even as she prayed, and a mighty beam was
brought and set on the feet of those ten brethren in a certain place
of the wild-wood, and there they sit day-long until night; but at
midnight, as they sat in the stocks, there came on them a she-wolf
from out the wood; old she was, and both great and evil of aspect; and
the first thing she did was to bite one of those brethren till he
died, and then she ate him up withal, and went on her way.

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>>>>Snort! But the baby nazis figger they can!
>>>
>>>I'm still scratching my head trying to figger out their
>>>'strategy' of posting thousands of lines of screed to their own
>>>froup.
>>

>>>If you've received this on a newgroups where it appears to be
>>>off topic, feel free to thank the person who started the thread
>>>rather than blaming the victim. You'll be tempted to say "Do
>>>not feed the trolls"
>>

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Of the Birth of Sinfjotli the Son of Sigmund

So on a tide it befell as Signy sat in her bower, that there came to
her a witch-wife exceeding cunning, and Signy talked with her in such
wise, "Fain am I," says she, "that we should change semblances
together."
She says, "Even as thou wilt then."

And so by her wiles she brought it about that they changed semblances,
and now the witch-wife sits in Signy's place according to her rede,
and goes to bed by the king that night, and he knows not that he has
other than Signy beside him.

But the tale tells of Signy, that she fared to the earthhouse of her
brother, and prayed him give her harbouring for the night; "For I have
gone astray abroad in the woods, and know not whither I am going."

So he said she might abide, and that he would not refuse harbour to
one lone woman, deeming that she would scarce pay back his good cheer
by tale-bearing: so. she came into the house, and they sat down to
meat, and his eyes were often on her, and a goodly and fair woman she
seemed to him; but when they are full, then he says to her, that he is
right fain that they should have but one bed that night; she nowise
turned away therefrom, and so for three nights together he laid her in
bed by him.

Thereafter she fared home, and found the witch-wife and bade her
change semblances again, and she did so.

Now as time wears, Signy brings forth a man-child, who was named
Sinfjotli, and when he grew up he was both big and strong, and fair of
face, and much like unto the kin of the Volsungs, and he was hardly
yet ten winters old when she sent him to Sigmund's earth-house; but
this trial she had made of her other sons or ever she had sent them to
Sigmund, that she had sewed gloves on to their hands through flesh and
skin, and they had borne it ill and cried out thereat; and this she
now did to Sinfjotli, and he changed countenance in nowise thereat.
Then she flayed off the kirtle so that the skin came off with the
sleeves, and said that this would be torment enough for him; but he
said --

"Full little would Volsung have felt such a smart this."

So the lad came to Sigmund, and Sigmund bade him knead their meal up,
while he goes to fetch firing; so he gave him the meal-sack, and then
went after the wood, and by then he came back had Sinfjotli made an
end of his baking. Then asked Sigmund if he had found nothing in the
meal.

"I misdoubted me that there was something quick in the meal when I
first fell to kneading of it, but I have kneaded it all up together,
both the meal and that which was therein, whatsoever it was."

Then Sigmund laughed out, he said --

"Naught wilt thou eat of this bread to-night, for the most deadly of
worms (1) hast thou kneaded up therewith."

Now Sigmund was so mighty a man that he might eat venom and have no
hurt therefrom; but Sinfjotli might abide whatso venom came on the
outside of him, but might neither eat nor drink thereof.

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On Wed, 26 Oct 2005 10:11:52 -0700, Juan Tootreego
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>In article <ac6ul1picabnnctrj...@4ax.com>,
>repub...@email.com says...
>

>> <another Roger Williams sock puppet>
>

>Whilst I don't argue with most folks who call me a sock, the
>only Roger Williams I know of founded my home state in 1635

Liar.

Have a nice day now
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On 27 Oct 2005 07:14:26 GMT, Bertie the Bunyip <nu...@fjukkin.bidness>
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>Juan Tootreego <12...@NOTBXpats.edu> wrote in
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>> In article <ac6ul1picabnnctrj...@4ax.com>,
>> repub...@email.com says...
>>
>>> <another Roger Williams sock puppet>
>>
>> Whilst I don't argue with most folks who call me a sock, the
>> only Roger Williams I know of founded my home state in 1635
>>
>
>Snort. they think i'm some guy named Roger williams.

You are. You've even admitted it in past.

>Funny story, that.

More sad...that you continually seek to deny who you are and that you
continually cover up your own identity...

> They had some of thier buds go over and paint a
>swastika on his house.

Any proof of that? The matter wasn't reported to the local
police...I've checked.

>nice guys, eh?

Till there's proof of it this is nothing more than a smear.

Nik

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Juan Tootreego wrote:

> In article <0862m1t046fda2c8q...@4ax.com>, Post
> Post Colonial Boy says...

>
>>On 27 Oct 2005 07:14:26 GMT, Bertie the Bunyip <nu...@fjukkin.bidness>
>>wrote:
>>
>>
>>>Juan Tootreego <12...@NOTBXpats.edu> wrote in
>>>news:MPG.1dc958b64...@notbxpats.edu:
>>>
>>>
>>>>In article <ac6ul1picabnnctrj...@4ax.com>,
>>>>repub...@email.com says...
>>>>
>>>>
>>>>><another Roger Williams sock puppet>
>>>>
>>>>Whilst I don't argue with most folks who call me a sock, the
>>>>only Roger Williams I know of founded my home state in 1635
>>>>
>>>
>>>Snort. they think i'm some guy named Roger williams.
>>
>>You are. You've even admitted it in past.
>>
>>
>>>Funny story, that.
>>
>>More sad...that you continually seek to deny who you are and that you
>>continually cover up your own identity...
>>
>>
>>>They had some of thier buds go over and paint a
>>>swastika on his house.
>>
>>Any proof of that? The matter wasn't reported to the local
>>police...I've checked.
>>
>>
>>>nice guys, eh?
>>
>>Till there's proof of it this is nothing more than a smear.
>
>

> As if you needed any help destroying your own credibility

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> In article <Xns96FCCDEA6E503n...@207.14.113.17>,
> Bertie the Bunyip says...

> "Once all the Germans were warlike, and mean
> but that couldn't happen again.
> We taught them a lesson in nineteen eighteen
> and they've hardly bothered us since then."
>

He he. Yeah. I alwyas think of the Djirkie slinking around to the Pink
Panther Score.
And Njikky, Djirkie and Dougie together working to the three blind mice
tune as used by the three stooges.

Bertie

Bertie the Bunyip

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Juan Tootreego <12...@NOTBXpats.edu> wrote in

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> Hiding behind screen again rather than debate the question,
> coward?

Standard operating procedure for these fjukkwits.

Oh, they'llargue with you for a while and then when they can't win they
just start at this shit.

Bertie
>
> In article <3scr81F...@individual.net>, Dirk Bruere at
> Neopax says...

Bertie the Bunyip

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Post Post Colonial Boy <repub...@email.com> wrote in

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> On 27 Oct 2005 07:14:26 GMT, Bertie the Bunyip <nu...@fjukkin.bidness>
> wrote:
>
>>Juan Tootreego <12...@NOTBXpats.edu> wrote in
>>news:MPG.1dc958b64...@notbxpats.edu:
>>
>>> In article <ac6ul1picabnnctrj...@4ax.com>,
>>> repub...@email.com says...
>>>
>>>> <another Roger Williams sock puppet>
>>>
>>> Whilst I don't argue with most folks who call me a sock, the
>>> only Roger Williams I know of founded my home state in 1635
>>>
>>
>>Snort. they think i'm some guy named Roger williams.
>
> You are. You've even admitted it in past.
>
>>Funny story, that.
>
> More sad...that you continually seek to deny who you are and that you
> continually cover up your own identity...

No i don't njiky.

You're just too dumb to know.

>
>> They had some of thier buds go over and paint a
>>swastika on his house.
>
> Any proof of that? The matter wasn't reported to the local
> police...I've checked.

Which localpolice was that Njikky?

If you did indeed paint a swastie on Roger whatever his name is door,
then you're admitting it by making that statement.
If you painted it on my door, then how do you know which cops to call?

Get your BS straight there Nazi boi.

>
>>nice guys, eh?
>
> Till there's proof of it this is nothing more than a smear.
>

don't you mean "tis nothing more than Blarney"?

Bwawhahwhahwhhahwhahwhhahwhahwhhahwh!

Bertie

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> In article <Xns96FD96ED17EF5n...@207.14.113.17>,

> Hmmmm.
>
> As long as you've been playing with these folks, I'm sure its
> made its way around to your neck of the woods, but ... have you
> seen Viking Kittens?

Anything to do with the animated heavuy metalbands made up of kittens?

If not, you'll have to point me in the right directin.

bertie

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> In article <Xns96FD9E211F44En...@207.14.113.17>,
> Bertie the Bunyip says...

>> Juan Tootreego <12...@NOTBXpats.edu> wrote in
>> news:MPG.1dcaea418...@notbxpats.edu:
>>
>> > Hiding behind screen again rather than debate the question,
>> > coward?
>>
>> Standard operating procedure for these fjukkwits.
>>
>> Oh, they'llargue with you for a while and then when they can't win
they
>
>> just start at this shit.
>

> I don't think I got more than two posts out of the bunch of them
> before the boilerplate started. And I still don't see what its
> supposed to do, other than maybe feed their egos.

Oh it';s supposed to be some sort of magical ring of fire or some shit
like that. God knows with these fjukkwits. If i had the energy, I'd look
up the curse they made. Hysterical.

Bertie the Bunyip

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Post Post Colonial Boy <repub...@email.com> wrote in

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Dodge dodge dodge dodge dodge dodge dodge dodge dodge plymouth.

Bertie

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> In article <Xns96FDDD8F3BE92n...@207.14.113.17>,
> Bertie the Bunyip says...

>> Post Post Colonial Boy <repub...@email.com> wrote in
>> news:9c62m1h5juf38peiq...@4ax.com:
>>
>>
>> Dodge dodge dodge dodge dodge dodge dodge dodge dodge plymouth.
>

> Duck duck duck duck duck duck goose
>

Toad toad toad toad toad toad toad toad frog

Bertie the Bunyip

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> http://www.rathergood.com/gaybar/

Yipes! the guy who did the second one must have met Djirkie!

Bertie

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On 28 Oct 2005 02:53:24 GMT, Bertie the Bunyip <nu...@fjukkin.bidness>
wrote:

>Post Post Colonial Boy <repub...@email.com> wrote in
>news:8i6ul1dl192nmmbf8...@4ax.com:
>
>
>Oh njikky.
>
>I amost feelsorry for you there. Except of course it helps keepyou from
>reproducing, which would be a "good thing"

5 years 10 months too late for that.

How about you Roger? Do you have children?

PPCB

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The Death of King Siggeir and of Stigny

The tale tells that Sigmund thought Sinfjotli over young to help him
to his revenge, and will first of all harden him with manly deeds; so
in summer-tide they fare wide through the woods and slay men for their
wealth; Sigmund deems him to take much after the kin of the Volsungs,
though he thinks that he is Siggeir's son, and deems him to have the
evil heart of his father, with the might and daring of the Volsungs;
withal he must needs think him in no wise a kinsome man, for full oft
would he bring Sigmund's wrongs to his memory, and prick him on to
slay King Siggeir.
Now on a time as they fare abroad in the wood for the getting of
wealth, they find a certain house, and two men with great gold rings
asleep therein: now these twain were spell-bound skin- changers, (1)
and wolf-skins were hanging up over them in the house; and every tenth
day might they come out of those skins; and they were kings' sons: so
Sigmund and Sinfjofli do the wolf- skins on them, and then might they
nowise come out of them, though forsooth the same nature went with
them as heretofore; they howled as wolves howl but both knew the
meaning of that howling; they lay out in the wild-wood, and each went
his way; and a word they made betwixt them, that they should risk the
onset of seven men, but no more, and that he who was first to be set
on should howl in wolfish wise: "Let us not depart from this," says
Sigmund, "for thou art young and over-bold, and men will deem the
quarry good, when they take thee."

Now each goes his way, and when they were parted, Sigmund meets
certain men, and gives forth a wolf's howl; and when Sinfjotli heard
it, he went straightway thereto, and slew them all, and once more they
parted. But ere Sinfjotli has fared long through the woods, eleven men
meet him, and he wrought in such wise that he slew them all, and was
awearied therewith, and crawls under an oak, and there takes his rest.
Then came Sigmund thither, and said --

"Why didst thou not call on me?"

Sinfjotli said, "I was loth to call for thy help for the slaying of
eleven men."

Then Sigmund rushed at him so hard that he staggered and fell, and
Sigmund bit him in the throat. Now that day they might not come out of
their wolf-skins: but Sigmund lays the other on his back, and bears
him home to the house, and cursed the wolf-gears and gave them to the
trolls. Now on a day he saw where two weasels went and how that one
bit the other in the throat, and then ran straightway into the
thicket, and took up a leaf and laid in on the wound, and thereon his
fellow sprang up quite and clean whole; so Sigmund went out and saw a
raven flying with a blade of that same herb to him; so he took it and
drew it over Sinfjotli's hurt, and he straightway sprang up as whole
as though he had never been hurt. There after they went home to their
earth-house, and abode there till the time came for them to put off
the wolf-shapes; then they burnt them up with fire, and prayed that no
more hurt might come to any one from them; but in that uncouth guise
they wrought many famous deeds in the kingdom and lordship of King
Siggeir.

Now when Sinfjotli was come to man's estate, Sigmund deemed he had
tried him fully, and or ever a long time has gone by he turns his mind
to the avenging of his father; if so it may be brought about; so on s
certain day the twain get them gone from their earth-house, and come
to the abode of King Siggeir late in the evening, and go into the
porch before the hall, wherein were tuns of ale, and there they lie
hid: now the queen is ware of them, where they are, and is fain to
meet them; and when they met they took counsel and were of one mind
that Volsung should be revenged that same night.

Now Signy and the king had two children of tender age, who played with
a golden toy on the floor, and bowled it along the pavement of the
hall, running along with it; but therewith a golden ring from off it
trundles away into the place where Sigmund and Sinfjotli lay, and off
runs the little one to search for the same, and beholds withal where
two men axe sitting, big and grimly to look on, with overhanging helms
and bright white byrnies; (2) so he runs up the hall to his father,
and tells him of the sight he has seen, and thereat the king misdoubts
of some guile abiding him; but Signy heard their speech, and arose and
took both the children, and went out into the porch to them and said
--

"Lo ye! These younglings have bewrayed you; come now therefore and
slay them!"

Sigmund says, "Never will I slay thy children for telling of where I
lay hid."

But Sinfjotli made little enow of it, but drew his sword and slew them
both, and cast them into the hall at King 8iggeir's feet.

Then up stood the king and cried on his men to take those who had lain
privily in the porch through the night. So they ran thither and would
lay hands on them, but they stood on their defence well and manly, and
long he remembered it who was the nighest to them; but in the end they
were borne down by many men and taken, and bonds were set upon them,
and they were cast into fetters wherein they sit night long.

Then the king ponders what longest and worst of deaths he shall mete
out to them; and when morning came he let make a great barrow of
stones and turf; and when it was done, let set a great flat stone
midmost inside thereof, so that one edge was aloft, the other alow;
and so great it was that it went from wall to wall, so that none might
pass it.

Now he bids folk take Sigmund and Sinfjotli and set them in the
barrow, on either side of the stone, for the worse for them he deemed
it, that they might hear each the other's speech, and yet that neither
might pass one to the other. But now, while they were covering in the
barrow with the turf-slips, thither came Signy, bearing straw with
her, and cast it down to Sinfjotli, and bade the thralls hide this
thing from the king; they said yea thereto, and therewithal was the
barrow closed in.

But when night fell, Sinfjotli said to Sigmund, "Belike we shall
scarce need meat for a while, for here has the queen cast swine's
flesh into the barrow, and wrapped it round about on the outer side
with straw."

Therewith he handles the flesh and finds that therein was thrust
Sigmund's sword; and he knew it by the hilts as mirk as it might be in
the barrow, and tells Sigmund thereof, and of that were they both fain
enow.

Now Sinfjotli drave the point of the sword up into the big stone, and
drew it hard along, and the sword bit on the stone. With that Sigmund
caught the sword by the point, and in this wise they sawed the stone
between them, and let not or all the sawing was done that need be
done, even as the song sings:

"Sinfjotli sawed
And Sigmund sawed,
Atwain with main
The stone was done."

Now are they both together loose in the barrow, and soon they cut both
through stone and through iron, and bring themselves out thereof. Then
they go home to the hall, whenas all men slept there, and bear wood to
the hall, and lay fire therein; and withal the folk therein are waked
by the smoke, and by the hall burning over their heads.
Then the king cries out, "Who kindled this fire, I burn withal?"

"Here am I," says Sigmund, "with Sinfjotli, my sister's son; and we
are minded that thou shalt wot well that all the Volsungs are not yet
dead."

Then he bade his sister come out, and take all good things at his
hands, and great honour, and fair atonement in that wise, for all her
griefs.

But she answered, "Take heed now, and consider, if I have kept King
Siggeir in memory, and his slaying of Volsung the king! I let slay
both my children, whom I deemed worthless for the revenging of our
father, and I went into the wood to thee in a witch-wife's shape; and
now behold, Sinfjotli is the son of thee and of me both! And therefore
has he this so great hardihood and fierceness, in that he is the son
both of Volsung's son and Volsung's daughter; and for this, and for
naught else, have I so wrought, that Siggeir might get his bane at
last; and all these things have I done that vengeance might fall on
him, and that I too might not live long; and merrily now will I die
with King Siggeir, though I was naught merry to wed him."

Therewith she kissed Sigmund her brother, and Sinfjotli, and went back
again into the fire, and there she died with King Siggeir and all his
good men.

But the two kinsmen gathered together folk and ships, and Sigmund went
back to his father's land, and drave away thence the king, who had set
himself down there in the room of king Volsung.

So Sigmund became a mighty King and far-famed, wise and high- minded:
he had to wife one named Borghild, and two sons they had between them,
one named Helgi and the other Hamund; and when Helgi was born, Norns
came to him, (3) and spake over him, and said that he should be in
time to come the most renowned of all kings. Even therewith was
Sigmund come home from the wars, and so therewith he gives him the
name of Helgi, and these matters as tokens thereof, Land of Rings,
Sun-litten Hill and Sharp-shearing Sword, and withal prayed that he
might grow of great fame, and like unto the kin of the Volsungs.

And so it was that he grew up high-minded, and well beloved, and above
all other men in all prowess; and the story tells that he went to the
wars when he was fifteen winters old. Helgi was lord and ruler over
the army, but Sinfjotli was gotten to be his fellow herein; the twain
bare sway thereover.

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On Thu, 27 Oct 2005 13:16:17 -0700, Juan Tootreego
<12...@NOTBXpats.edu> wrote:

>In article <0862m1t046fda2c8q...@4ax.com>, Post
>Post Colonial Boy says...

>> On 27 Oct 2005 07:14:26 GMT, Bertie the Bunyip <nu...@fjukkin.bidness>
>> wrote:
>>
>> >Juan Tootreego <12...@NOTBXpats.edu> wrote in
>> >news:MPG.1dc958b64...@notbxpats.edu:
>> >
>> >> In article <ac6ul1picabnnctrj...@4ax.com>,
>> >> repub...@email.com says...
>> >>
>> >>> <another Roger Williams sock puppet>
>> >>
>> >> Whilst I don't argue with most folks who call me a sock, the
>> >> only Roger Williams I know of founded my home state in 1635
>> >>
>> >
>> >Snort. they think i'm some guy named Roger williams.
>>
>> You are. You've even admitted it in past.
>>
>> >Funny story, that.
>>
>> More sad...that you continually seek to deny who you are and that you
>> continually cover up your own identity...
>>
>> > They had some of thier buds go over and paint a
>> >swastika on his house.
>>
>> Any proof of that? The matter wasn't reported to the local
>> police...I've checked.
>>
>> >nice guys, eh?
>>
>> Till there's proof of it this is nothing more than a smear.
>

>As if you needed any help destroying your own credibility

Well...you've actually made the claim Roger. The onus of proof is on
you.

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On Thu, 27 Oct 2005 14:45:07 -0700, Juan Tootreego
<12...@NOTBXpats.edu> wrote:

>Hiding behind screen again rather than debate the question,
>coward?

Bertie the Bunyip

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Juan Tootreeego <123...@NOTBXpats.edu> wrote in

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> In article <Xns96FEDC78E83AEn...@207.14.113.17>,
> Bertie the Bunyip says...

> With his fondness for leather and helmets, there are any number
> of bars in San Francisco where he'd fit right in.
>

Like i say, wiat til you see the pics.

Bertie

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Post Post Colonial Boy <repub...@email.com> wrote in

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> On 28 Oct 2005 02:53:24 GMT, Bertie the Bunyip <nu...@fjukkin.bidness>
> wrote:
>
>>Post Post Colonial Boy <repub...@email.com> wrote in
>>news:8i6ul1dl192nmmbf8...@4ax.com:
>>
>>
>>Oh njikky.
>>
>>I amost feelsorry for you there. Except of course it helps keepyou
>>from reproducing, which would be a "good thing"
>
> 5 years 10 months too late for that.
>
> How about you Roger? Do you have children?
>

Why, you want to threaten them too?

Michael.

ooops,

bertie

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Post Post Colonial Boy <repub...@email.com> wrote in

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Bwawhahwhahwhahhwhahwhahhwhahw!

Now he thinks you're me, jaun!

Bwawhahwhhah!

Theseguys are great.

Oh yeah, njikky...

proof?

you and your nazi buddy Djirkie provide all of that yourselves.

Lessee, wasn't it you who decided I must be a jew because I think you're
a nazi?

Oops.

Your slijp is showing naziboi.

bertie

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On 31 Oct 2005 01:08:48 GMT, Bertie the Bunyip <nu...@fjukkin.bidness>
wrote:

Err...no. You told me.

>Oops.

No mistake at all.

>Your slijp is showing naziboi.

Your desire to label me a Nazi is showing...

Nik

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The ending of Sinfjatli, Sigmund's Son

Now the Volsungs fare back home, and have gained great renown by these
deeds. But Sinfjotli betook himself to warfare anew; and therewith he
had sight of an exceeding fair woman, and yearned above all things for
her, but that same woman was wooed also of the brother of Borghild,
the king's wife: and this matter they fought out betwixt them, and
Sinfjotli slew that king; and thereafter he harried far and wide, and
had many a battle and even gained the day; and he became hereby
honoured and renowned above all men; but in autumn tide he came home
with many ships and abundant wealth.
Then he told his tidings to the king his father, and he again to the
queen, and she for her part bids him get him gone from the realm, and
made as if she would in nowise see him. But Sigmund said he would not
drive him away, and offered her atonement of gold and great wealth for
her brother's life, albeit he said he had never erst given weregild
(1) to any for the slaying of a man, but no fame it was to uphold
wrong against a woman.

So seeing she might not get her own way herein, she said, "Have thy
will in this matter, O my lord, for it is seemly so to be."

And now she holds the funeral feast for her brother by the aid and
counsel of the king, and makes ready all things thereœor in the best
of wise, and bade thither many great men.

At that feast, Borghild the queen bare the drink to folk, and she came
over against Sinfjofli with a great horn, and said --

"Fall to now and drink, fair stepson!"

Then he took the horn to him, and looked therein, and said --

"Nay, for the drink is charmed drink"

Then said Sigmund, "Give it unto me then;" and therewith he took the
horn and drank it off.

But the queen said to Sinfjotli, "Why must other men needs drink thine
ale for thee?" And she came again the second time with the horn, and
said, "Come now and drink!" and goaded him with many words.

And he took the horn, and said --

"Guile is in the drink."

And thereon, Sigmund cried out --

"Give it then unto me!"

Again, the third time, she came to him, and bade him drink off his
drink, if he had the heart of a Volsung; then he laid hand on the
horn, but said --

"Venom is therein."

"Nay, let the lip strain it out then, O son," quoth Sigmund; and by
then was he exceeding drunk with drink, and therefore spake he in that
wise.

news:MPG.1dcf1e8c8...@notbxpats.edu:

> In article <Xns9700BAD5BE82n...@207.14.113.17>,
> Bertie the Bunyip says...

> I've been expecting that. And now that Der Porkster is here,
> you're going to get blamed for him, too. :-(
>
>
>> Bwawhahwhhah!
>>
>> Theseguys are great.
>
> You should meet them in person.
>
>

who says I haven't?

berti e
>

Doug Freyburger

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Bertie the Bunyip wrote:
>
> who says I haven't?

When a spammer posts on news:alt.religion.asatru, the result
will be posted material that shows Asatru content. And so I
offer the epic poem called The Havamal.