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All Blacks asked to leave Walmart

Further said:
Or the republicans could simply buy all the guns in WalMart then round up the hippie protesters outside and ship them off to Europe. That way you guys can live in your socialist paradise and the rest of us can stop paying for your welfare.
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The only problem there is that rounding up all the 'hippie protesters' and 'shipping them off to Europe' would require manual labor. Guess that screws that idea.
 
You forget that we have guns and black people!

In fact it is the white hippies that will be incapable of manual labor as their muscles have atrophied from years of tofu eating.
 
A couple token blacks does not an Army make. And even the token ones will run like hell when presented with a white Republican with a firearm.
 
Nah you see black people aren't the pussies who can only survive off of white guilt like you liberals make them out to be.

Between our guns and beer from WalMart, and their guns crack from the streets, it'll be a good old fashioned civil war. But this time the liberal hippies, with their marijuana and flower power, will be caught in the middle, so everyone wins.

Besides I'm sure we can work something out with our African contemporaries. Say, a free carton of Newports and the choice of any one bra-less white hippie chick for companionship on their journey back to the Old World.
 
After we slay the dragon of religion, the basilisk of bigotry will be next to lose its head.

Nationalism could then prove tricky to capture... it's a slippery beast.
But without the first two monsters muddying the waters it'll be much less able to wriggle out of our nets.

Evolve or die off- like it or not we're approaching the cusp.
 
Sarek said:
That's not such a bad idea. With everyone else gone, the Republicans will turn on each other. In a few years, the country would be fit to recolonize as a true constitutional democracy.
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Our country is not, and was never meant to be a democracy. The Founders recognized democracy as being a self destructive system. That's why we have a Republic.
 
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord.
He is trampling out the wine press, where the grapes of wrath are stored,
He hath loosed the fateful lightnings of his terrible swift sword,
His truth is marching on.

I have seen him in the watchfires of an hundred circling camps
They have builded him an altar in the evening dews and damps,
I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps,
His day is marching on.

I have read a burning Gospel writ in fiery rows of steel,
As ye deal with my contemners, so with you my grace shall deal,
Let the hero born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel,
Our God is marching on.

He has sounded out the trumpet that shall never call retreat,
He has waked the earth's dull sorrow with a high ecstatic beat,
Oh! be swift my soul to answer him, be jubilant my feet!
Our God is marching on.

In the whiteness of the lilies he was born across the sea,
With a glory in his bosom that shines out on you and me,
As he died to make men holy, let us die to make men free,
Our God is marching on.

He is coming like the glory of the morning on the wave,
He is wisdom to the mighty, he is succour to the brave,
So the world shall be his footstool, and the soul of Time his slave,
Our God is marching on.

original manuscript version by Julia Ward Howe
 
Swing low, sweet chariot
Coming for to carry me home
Swing low, sweet chariot
Coming for to carry me home

I looked over Jordan, and what did I see
Coming for to carry me home
A band of angels coming after me
Coming for to carry me home

Swing low, sweet chariot
Coming for to carry me home
Swing low, sweet chariot
Coming for to carry me home

Sometimes I'm up, and sometimes I'm down
Coming for to carry me home
But still my soul feels heavenly bound
Coming for to carry me home

Swing low, sweet chariot
Coming for to carry me home
Swing low, sweet chariot
Coming for to carry me home

The brightest day that I can say
Coming for to carry me home
When Jesus washed my sins away
Coming for to carry me home

Swing low, sweet chariot
Coming for to carry me home
Swing low, sweet chariot
Coming for to carry me home

If I get there before you do
Coming for to carry me home
I'll cut a hole and pull you through
Coming for to carry me home

Swing low, sweet chariot
Coming for to carry me home
Swing low, sweet chariot
Coming for to carry me home

If you get there before I do
Coming for to carry me home
Tell all my friends I'm coming too
Coming for to carry me home
 
Mightiest Self!
cast out ov Thy Elysium
with blood ov nazarene
I write the history ov man
2000 years is nothing
though it has been enough
come forth victorious
muting the foul angelic choirs!

none ov thy empty gods, shall ever stand above me
none ov thy weak brothers, shalt ever share my blood
my awareness, catalyst, ov godhate I have spawned
in sinister ecstasy eternally I decompose

race ov man!
the errors ov a wise man make Thy rules
ye shall see
rather than the perfection ov the fool
the most divine!
I am many! among so very few
beyond redemption, beyond the weak
thus I beheld the truth!

none ov thy empty gods, shall ever stand above me
none ov thy weak brothers, shalt ever share my blood
my awareness, catalyst, ov godhate I have spawned
in sinister ecstasy eternally I'm decomposed


I am the pure flame that burns
I am (ever shining) Sirius son
I am the infinite space
I am the most conquering One


Behemoth
 
Probably some dude found one of the P.A. handsets scattered throughout the store and had discovered the code to broadcast himself with it.
 
What is this negro spiritual time now?

Wade in the water (children)
Wade in the water
Wade in the water
God's gonna trouble the water

If you don't believe I've been redeemed
God's gonna trouble the water
I want you to follow him on down to Jordan stream
(I said) My God's gonna trouble the water
You know chilly water is dark and cold
(I know my) God's gonna trouble the water
You know it chills my body but not my soul
(I said my) God's gonna trouble the water

(Come on let's) wade in the water
Wade in the water (children)
Wade in the water
God's gonna trouble the water

Now if you should get there before I do
(I know) God's gonna trouble the water
Tell all my friends that I'm comin' too
(I know) God's gonna trouble the water
Sometimes I'm up lord and sometimes I'm down
(You know my) God's gonna trouble the water
Sometimes I'm level to the ground
God's gonna trouble the water
(I Know) God's gonna trouble the water

Wade in the water (children)
Wade out in the water (children)
God's gonna trouble the water
 
Runes To My Memory

We rode the rivers of the Eastern trail,
Deep in the land of the Rus'.
Following the wind in our sails,
And the rhythm of the oars.
No shelter in this hostile land,
Constantly on guard.
Ready to fight and defend
Our ship 'til the bitter end.

We came under attack,
I received a deadly wound.
A spear was forced into my back
Still I fought on.

Now here I lay on the river bank
A long, long way from home
Life is pouring out of me
Soon I will be gone.

I tilt my head to the side
And think of those back home
I see the river rushing by
Like blood runs from my wound.

Here I lie on wet sand,
I will not make it home.
I clinch my sword in my hand,
Say farewell to those I love.

When I am dead,
Lay me in a mound.
Place my weapons by my side
For the journey to Hall up high
When I am dead,
Lay me in a mound.
Raise a stone for all to see
Runes carved to my memory

Amon Amarth
 
eloisel said:
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord.
He is trampling out the wine press, where the grapes of wrath are stored,
He hath loosed the fateful lightnings of his terrible swift sword,
His truth is marching on.

I have seen him in the watchfires of an hundred circling camps
They have builded him an altar in the evening dews and damps,
I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps,
His day is marching on.

I have read a burning Gospel writ in fiery rows of steel,
As ye deal with my contemners, so with you my grace shall deal,
Let the hero born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel,
Our God is marching on.

He has sounded out the trumpet that shall never call retreat,
He has waked the earth's dull sorrow with a high ecstatic beat,
Oh! be swift my soul to answer him, be jubilant my feet!
Our God is marching on.

In the whiteness of the lilies he was born across the sea,
With a glory in his bosom that shines out on you and me,
As he died to make men holy, let us die to make men free,
Our God is marching on.

He is coming like the glory of the morning on the wave,
He is wisdom to the mighty, he is succour to the brave,
So the world shall be his footstool, and the soul of Time his slave,
Our God is marching on.

original manuscript version by Julia Ward Howe
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Heres one I heard these gangbangers singing once... :eek:

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the burning of the schools
We have totured every teacher, we have broken every rule
If the principle tries to stop us we will flush him down the stool
Our Class keeps Marching in on....

Glory, Glory Haulaloooya,
Teacher hit me with a ruler,
I met her at the door with a loaded .44
she NOT out teacher no more....
 
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the Harley of the Lord
He's comin' back to Earth because he's drunk and fuckin' bored
If you give him any lip he's gonna sock you in the gourd...
 
Be Without Fear

Behold the throne ov burning gold
And all the evil that it shelters
Yet I be monarch myself
Offering more than others give

Materialize the ashes ov Elysium burned
Not even angels dare to bid farewell
Annihilate this Eden now
Blasphemy gives birth to divine

Feed my flame!
Leviathan
Rape these wounds!
Asmodeus
Raise me high!
Belial
Through Thy rage my will manifests

I truly am my own redeemer
Blindly I follow none but myself
Without fear I am
Unhallowed be my name

Myself am hell and hell I shall unleash
I laugh at Thee to scorn
Mock Thy majesty
Pour forth my chalice ov victory

Hear my call!
Leviathan
Bless my path!
Amodeus
Lift me up!
Belial
Through Thy wrath my will manifests

Behemoth
 
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