Wednesday, November 21, 2007

Jackals! Plebes! Monsters!

In a few hours the votes shall be tallied. Initial polling indicates that bill #14 will likely pass unanimously. As such, His Majesty the Baron would like to say something while he still can:

Disgusting, revolting drivel! Jackals, plebes and monsters be thee. How dare you attempt to shoe my tongue? You think, knaves, that you have some god-given right to pass a law that shackels me? I say "Nay".

Your right is not god-given. It is Rolfe-given, for he, that is to say, the most noble and wise man in all of Nomiblog, didst manufacture this realm for you and construct its golden Initial 8 Rules. Without said structure, you would be as aimless flecks adrift in the gusts and currents of these tumultuous times.
Dust in the wind. Alls we are is dust in the wind. Dude.
I am your Baron! Mocketh not me, oh he who doth blog in my pasture! A caning! A caning for everyone! Most especially a canning for the administratorial fool who allowed such a viperous loophole as a law that reigns nobility. Nobility should be free to eat grapes from the fingers - nay, from the very bosom - of serving wenches. Free to smoke of the long tobacco of the virginy colony regardless of the sign in this section of the restaurant. And most importantly, free to take a piss on anyone. In the English sense that is - as in to mock, not some disgusting watersport. So forget the bit about pissing, It was poorly considered. But I should at least have the right to be a jackass as long as my position as Baron doth maintain!
Nope. You're bound to follow the rules just like the rest of us commoners. Suck it, Baron!

Man, am I going to be happy when that law passes and this overblown windbag is finally required to be happy and polite. Oh, and this post is not a rule, but merely a diversion.

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