I am going to get interely off topic here because I want to prove a point. Well, I just wanted to tell someone this...maybe it isn't to prove a part but it is still funny. Or at least I thought so. <P>Anyways, in the province I live in it is the only bilingual province. Well, they were discussing reprinting the bible into French on CBC radio, and they took phone calls from the public...this lady actually came on line and was dumb enough to say this:<B>"English was used to write the first bible then an English bible should be good enough for the French!" </B> I like listening to people like this because they are amusing. I point and laugh at them and think that god really does have a good sense of humour when they put people like this in the world. <P>As for the Harry Potter thing and the Religious Paranoia, its sad that these people cannot see passed the rod that is rammed up their buttocks because they are missing some good stories. <I>Pul-leeze</I>! If they are worried about their children being influenced by evil 'unchristian' movies, books, etc. LOCK THEM IN A CLOSET-no I was joking. Don't do that. 'violence' and 'unchristian' is everywhere. You can see it on loony toons, bugs bunny-even Walt Disney movies! There is no escaping it. No sense keeping them from Harry Potter! (I can go for hours and hours on censorship) <P>As for this article writer, although what she wrote was her opinion and I too, cannot believe that something as slanderous as this could be printed and they could actually get PAID for it...but well, like I said, those people are there for laughs. So everyone on the count of three, point and laugh.<P>1<BR>.<BR>.<BR>2<BR>.<BR>.<BR>3<BR>.<BR>. <p>[ March 13, 2002: Message edited by: Daegwenn ]
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"And still of a winter’s night, they say, when the wind is in the trees,
When the moon is a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
When the road is a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,
A highwayman comes riding—
Riding—Riding—
A highwayman comes riding, up to the old inn-door.
Over the cobbles he clatters and clangs in the dark inn-yard.
And he taps with his whip on the shutters, but all is locked and barred.
He whistles a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there
But the landlord’s black-eyed daughter,
Bess, the landlord’s daughter,
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair"
Highwayman
Alfred Noyes
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