> > > > > > A to ze moja CIA, duzo potezniejsza niz kanadyjski wywiad
> > > > > > nie wykryla WMD w Iraku ma bardzo proste wytlumaczenie - w mojej
> > > > > > CIA nie ma ludzi Ktorzy Wiedza Wszystko o Wszystkim i Nigdy sie nie
> > > > > > Myla.
> > > >>Bo pan Piotr bardzo by pragnal byc z linii nieomylnych prorokow.
>>
> > >> Projections, Mr. Bulba, projections - it is you who with his intellectual capacity ravaged by
> > >> the old age - can't admit to being wrong in ANYTHING, and therefore assume that others
> > >> must do the same. After all, how else to explain that you have been trying to prove me wrong
> > >> over many years on a range of subjects and failed miserably, with an egg on your face.
> >
> > > >But misery loves company - in Mr. Bloom - you found a perfect mirror of yourself - an aging man,
> > > > trying with eloquence to mask declining intellect and lapses in logic, and therefore unable
> > > >to honestly admit of being wrong and honestly atone for it, even in the open and shut cases,
> > >> Hence he responds like you - trivializing his errors and the severity of the insinuations toward
> > > >opponents based on these errors , and projecting his own inability to honestly own up for his
> > > >actions onto his opponents, by painting them as vain, vacuous, and unable to even consider
> > >> the possibility of being wrong:
> > >>- Z Bloom: "[one of those] Who Know Everything about Everything and Never are Wrong"
> > >>- Bulba Taras, chiming in: " Because Mr. Piotr would want so much to be from the line of infallible prophets"
> >
> > >>But I am glad to see that for the sake of the fighting the common enemy, you were able to patch over
> > >>your differences over the Israeli-Palestinian wars. The hope is not lost - if you two can do it over the
> > >>subject of the Middle East -then anybody can!
> >
> >>> Cue in the music, two elderly gentlemen unhurriedly walking into the fog:
> >>> - "Bulba, I believe this could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship"
> >>>
> >>> [me: "It's nothing, I must have gotten ... a little sand in my eyes." ]
> >>Time to check hour blood sugar level, Mr Trela. You’ve started hallucinating again
>> "Time to check hour blood sugar level, Mr Trela"! Powerfull stuff, Mr. Strak!
>> Show your repartee to your wife - let her be proud of you. You certainly are all what she must
>> have hoped you would be...
> >Gdy przez sufit przetaczasz -- nosem gwiazdy zahaczasz
> >Gdy po ziemi młynkujesz, to udajesz siłacza
> >Wątłe mięśnie naprężasz, pierś cherlawą wytężasz
> >Będę miała atletę i huzara za męża ....
> >
> >===
> >Piotr
> Dobre! Troszeczke zmienilem tekst aby pasowalo do sciepy:
>
> Gdy na sciepie cos gegasz - nosem gwiazdy dosiegasz.
> Cudza wine uznajesz - Matke Terese udajesz.
> Mozgownice naprezasz, Twoja teza zwycieza,
> No i mamy na sciepie nieomylnego meza.
>
> zalek
Don't give up your day job, Mr. Bloom. Let's be honest - poetry is not your thing. Making lines rhyme
is the least important part of poetry. Particularly, with rhymes as inept as yours. (ChatGPT: "Me, me, me,
Master, choose me!").
Ironically, this Tuwim's poem you decided to modify is so great because it collides the pathos of a
romantic love to a women, with the poets ability to laugh at himself. The latter, you and your Bulba,
simply unable to do.
Piotr
P.S. And here is the reason for your Uh, huuuuh, poetry.
me, to A. Strak:
"But misery loves company - in Mr. Bloom - you found a perfect mirror for yourself - an aging man,
using eloquence to mask the declining intellect and lapses in logic, and therefore unable
to honestly admit of being wrong and honestly atone for it, even in the open and shut cases.
Hence, Bloom responds like you - trivializing his errors and the severity of the insinuations toward
opponents based on these errors , and projecting his own inability to honestly own up for his
actions onto his opponents, by painting them as vain, vacuous, and unable to even consider
the possibility of being wrong:
- Z Bloom: "[one of those] Who Know Everything about Everything and Never are Wrong"
- Bulba Taras, chiming in: " Because Mr. Piotr would want so much to be from the line of infallible prophets"
[- We can add Blooms latest entry on how that Trela is vain and convinced he couldn't possibly be wrong:
> Gdy na sciepie cos gegasz - nosem gwiazdy dosiegasz.
> Cudza wine uznajesz - Matke Terese udajesz.
> Mozgownice naprezasz, Twoja teza zwycieza,
> No i mamy na sciepie nieomylnego meza. ]
But I am glad to see that to fight the common enemy, you were able to patch over your differences over the
Israeli-Palestinian war. The hope is not lost: -if you two can do it over the subject LIKE the Middle East
- then anybody can!
Cue in the music, two elderly gentlemen unhurriedly walking into the fog:
- "Bulba, I believe this could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship"
[me: "It's nothing, I must have gotten ... a little sand in my eyes." ]
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