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".Dust in the wind. Alls we are is dust in the wind. Dude.
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.
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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