"I'm going to die anyway, and therefore have nothing more to do except deliberately annoy Lemur." -Orb, in the chat
"Lemur. Even if he's innocent, he's a pain; so kill him." -Ignoramus
"I'm going to need to collect all of the rants about the guilty lemur, and put them in a pretty box with ponies and pink bows. Then I'm going to sprinkle sparkly magic dust on the box, and kiss it." -Lemur
Mafia: Promoting peace and love since June 2006
I too would like to offer my condolences, 'Khaan.
Nihil nobis metuendum est, praeter metum ipsum. - Caesar
We have not to fear anything, except fear itself.
Ibant obscuri sola sub nocte per umbram
perque domos Ditis vacuas et inania regna:
quale per incertam lunam sub luce maligna
est iter in silvis, ubi caelum condidit umbra
Iuppiter, et rebus nox abstulit atra colorem. - Vergil
My condolences, khaan.
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"Topic is tired and needs a nap." - Tosa Inu
My thoughts and prayers with you and yours.
"The only way that has ever been discovered to have a lot of people cooperate together voluntarily is through the free market. And that's why it's so essential to preserving individual freedom.” -- Milton Friedman
"The urge to save humanity is almost always a false front for the urge to rule." -- H. L. Mencken
Well said. 'khaan's comment in a moment of grief echo with each generation of sons who lose a father. Been there, done that, understand the emotion.
The failures, if any, are part of growing and becoming -- which his father will have known but (following true to type) probably left unsaid.
"The only way that has ever been discovered to have a lot of people cooperate together voluntarily is through the free market. And that's why it's so essential to preserving individual freedom.” -- Milton Friedman
"The urge to save humanity is almost always a false front for the urge to rule." -- H. L. Mencken
My condolences issaikhaan to you and your family.
The horizon is nothing save the limit of our sight.
My condolences khaan.
My condolences khaan, to you and your family.
My condolences
There, but for the grace of God, goes John Bradford
My aim, then, was to whip the rebels, to humble their pride, to follow them to their inmost recesses, and make them fear and dread us. Fear is the beginning of wisdom.
I am tired and sick of war. Its glory is all moonshine. It is only those who have neither fired a shot nor heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded who cry aloud for blood, for vengeance, for desolation.
My condolences Khaan.
Ja Mata Tosainu Sama.
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