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[Anne]

Dar, the post by Lion of Lions is total BS. It does not make any sense at all. Warshall's transitive closure algorithm has to do with graphs. The end aim the lion of lion wants is Philoprogenitiveness - The love of offspring; fondness for children. (Also, this poster won't believe it until LC and his blue eyes go on tour. Well, THAT will never happen, because he hasn't got blue eyes!) Anyway, it doesn't make any sense at all and it is just trying to be something it is not.

[mickey_one]

I think Lion of Lions is a big pussy and should be shot without mercy.

[dar]

Thank you all for responding to my confusion and your efforts to help me. Your direct response to me was much appreciated greg. (Of course I didn't even attempt to understand the technical info, fear of failure and all that, but the stuff from the heart was wonderful. There was a poetic soul in those details. Wonderful.)

OK. I'm starting to sound like lizzy. (Just kidding. Don't emoticon me lizzy!)

And to detour from this thread, can't wait to hear solid tour details in Feb. That's going to be a hell of thread. With meet-ups, and reviews, and questions as the tour progresses world-wide. Our moderators are going to be busy.

Watch for that hole in the air somewhere,

Dar

[gravityhill]

how can i ask this nicely?

well i cannot.

are some of you on meth or what is the deal?

some of the posts on this forum are way too lengthy.
lengthy only because they are FILLED with useless drivel and clutter.

a lot of words adding up to very little. much ado over nothing.

i happen to be blessed with a very analytical brain, and i can analyze subject within a large amount of text quickly, to see if most is valid or relevant.

when i see a post (stuffed with pseudo intellectual jargon), intended to awe and impress rather than truly educate, i skip right past it. it is no more than a big waste of my time.

i am not impatient. if the subject matter were important, or relevant in any way, i would read every word.

my belief is that talk is cheap, and text even cheaper.
most is unnecessary fodder. including what i am writing here.

i hope i did not offend anyone.
if i did, remember my words are just that. more useless words.

[Manna]

Oh, Greg. There are times when you are rather easy to love.

Mr. Lions did not use a nonsense generator. He took the phrase "warshall's transitive closure algorithm," threw it into word, and did a find-and-replace with it in some ranting essay against the essay's original subject.

xo all
Manna

[Lion of Lions]

I've got a beef with Mrs. Snotty Gravityhill. Let's start with my claim that Mrs. Gravityhill not only lies but she brags about her lying to her loyalists. Am I angry? You bet. This is preeminently the time to speak the truth, the whole truth, frankly and boldly. Let me therefore state that most of you reading this letter have your hearts in the right place. Now follow your hearts with actions.

Irrespective of one's feelings on the subject, Mrs. Gravityhill's stances are a load of bunk. I use this delightfully pejorative term, "bunk" -- an alternative from the same page of my criminal-slang lexicon would serve just as well -- because if we don't do something soon, Mrs. Gravityhill's overbearing half-measures will rise like a golem with a million hands on a million throats to choke the honor out of decent, hardworking people. Mrs. Gravityhill claims that her propositions will spread enlightenment to the masses, nurture democracy, reestablish the bonds of community, bring us closer to God, and generally work to the betterment of Man and society. Well, I beg to differ. I know some slatternly stool pigeons who actually believe that my bitterness at her is merely the latent projection of libidinal energy stemming from self-induced anguish. Incredible? Those same people have told me that it is sick to question Mrs. Gravityhill's litanies. With such people roaming about, it should come as no surprise to you that she says that space gods arriving in flying saucers will save humanity from self-destruction. This is noxious falsehood. The truth is that some people don't seem to mind that she likes to censor any incomplicitous campaigns. What a paltry, quarrelsome world we live in!

Common sense and scientific evidence agree: By turning freebooters loose against us good citizens, Mrs. Gravityhill has forfeited her claim to be morally superior to Attila's Huns or Hulagu's Mongols. Yes, I could add that it's cold-blooded degenerates that make lazy hedonism possible, but I wanted to keep my message simple and direct. I didn't want to distract you from the main thrust of my message, which is that I find that I am embarrassed. Embarrassed that some people just don't realize that I plan to teach unprincipled paper-pushers about tolerance. This is a choice I have made; your choice is up to you. But let me remind you that Mrs. Gravityhill insists that she knows the "right" way to read Plato, Maimonides, and Machiavelli. Has anyone, at any time, ever been more wrong? The answer is rather depressing but I'll tell you anyway. The answer begins with the observation that Mrs. Gravityhill's cohorts are too lazy to extend the compass of democracy to ill-natured power brokers. They just want to sit back, fasten their mouths on the public teats, and casually forget that I am appalled by the vast generalizations in Mrs. Gravityhill's claim that the sky is falling. And here, I suspect, lies a clue to the intellectual vacuum so gapingly apparent in her campaigns of malice and malignity. Mrs. Snotty Gravityhill's hatchet men have decided, behind closed doors and in closed sessions, to advocate Mrs. Gravityhill's shenanigans amid a hue and cry as prolix as it is obnoxious. Period, finis, and Q.E.D.

[gravityhill]

a day had gone by, and this thread was falling.

i thought no one had noticed my post.

d'oh!

i did not point any direct fingers, and i still am not.
that's my story, and i'm stickin' to it.

it was just a silly observation:
some members of the populace tend to bloviate about insignificant details, and deliver verbose lectures with a veritable plethora of colourful words and enigmatic charm, but without much in the way of tangible substance.

[kokenpere]

To say the least