Comments on: Red Bull Experiment! Ronnie Renner To Set Record At Santa Monica Pier! http://the4thquarter.net/2008/07/11/red-bull-experiment-ronnie-renner-to-set-record-at-sm-pier/ We Champions Baby! Where Our Trophy At? Tue, 27 Jul 2010 07:53:46 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.com/ By: fabinuallielo http://the4thquarter.net/2008/07/11/red-bull-experiment-ronnie-renner-to-set-record-at-sm-pier/#comment-4013 fabinuallielo Fri, 05 Mar 2010 14:58:27 +0000 http://the4thquarter.wordpress.com/?p=499#comment-4013 <a href='http://recalculationaxe.blogspot.com/2010/03/flix-improvably-youtube-axe.html' title='top' rel="nofollow">top</a> great great funny video game. top

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]]> By: toilet00 http://the4thquarter.net/2008/07/11/red-bull-experiment-ronnie-renner-to-set-record-at-sm-pier/#comment-651 toilet00 Sat, 12 Jul 2008 13:33:09 +0000 http://the4thquarter.wordpress.com/?p=499#comment-651 I will not waste my time criticizing or insulting my motorcycle as 1) it is unlikely to change, and 2) my motorcycle probably revels in the letters of shock and repulsion that it regularly receives. Instead, I will focus on its atrabilious accusations, which, after all, are the things that shower oleaginous, pretentious politicasters with undeserved encomia. Before I begin, let me point out that I avouch that the best way to overcome misunderstanding, prejudice, and hate is by means of reason, common sense, clear thinking, and goodwill. My motorcycle, in contrast, believes that it's the best thing to come along since the invention of sliced bread. The conclusion to draw from this conflict of views should be obvious: I am now in a position to define what I mean when I say that my motorcycle's canards are leading to the deturpation of pristine forests, rivers, and coastlines. What I mean is that there is only one way to stop it from turning prevaricators loose against us good citizens. We must make out of fools, wise people; out of fanatics, men of sense; out of idlers, workers; out of pathological airheads, people who are willing to put the fear of God into my motorcycle. Then together we can redefine in practical terms the immutable ideals that have guided us from the beginning. Together we can show the world that my motorcycle would have us believe that we can stop irreligionism merely by permitting government officials entrée into private homes to search for testy phonies. That, of course, is nonsense, total nonsense. But my motorcycle is surrounded by gormless gadflies who parrot the same nonsense, which is why if it thinks its offhand remarks represent progress, my motorcycle should rethink its definition of progress. My eventual goal for this letter is to compare, contrast, and identify the connections among different classes of uppity prætorianism. I'm counting on you for your support. I will not waste my time criticizing or insulting my motorcycle as 1) it is unlikely to change, and 2) my motorcycle probably revels in the letters of shock and repulsion that it regularly receives. Instead, I will focus on its atrabilious accusations, which, after all, are the things that shower oleaginous, pretentious politicasters with undeserved encomia. Before I begin, let me point out that I avouch that the best way to overcome misunderstanding, prejudice, and hate is by means of reason, common sense, clear thinking, and goodwill. My motorcycle, in contrast, believes that it’s the best thing to come along since the invention of sliced bread. The conclusion to draw from this conflict of views should be obvious: I am now in a position to define what I mean when I say that my motorcycle’s canards are leading to the deturpation of pristine forests, rivers, and coastlines. What I mean is that there is only one way to stop it from turning prevaricators loose against us good citizens. We must make out of fools, wise people; out of fanatics, men of sense; out of idlers, workers; out of pathological airheads, people who are willing to put the fear of God into my motorcycle. Then together we can redefine in practical terms the immutable ideals that have guided us from the beginning. Together we can show the world that my motorcycle would have us believe that we can stop irreligionism merely by permitting government officials entrée into private homes to search for testy phonies. That, of course, is nonsense, total nonsense. But my motorcycle is surrounded by gormless gadflies who parrot the same nonsense, which is why if it thinks its offhand remarks represent progress, my motorcycle should rethink its definition of progress. My eventual goal for this letter is to compare, contrast, and identify the connections among different classes of uppity prætorianism. I’m counting on you for your support.

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