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The Hive – Please Talk Among Yourselves

Here is our usual weekend discussion thread, where comments on the general topics of the day are welcome.

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This article was posted by Steve on Friday, June 15th, 2012. Comments are currently closed.

8 Responses to “The Hive – Please Talk Among Yourselves”

  1. GetBackJack says:

    After being enlightened Pro may have stepped on toes, I still post ..

    …. I miss Proreason

  2. canary says:

    People scared after election of new Egyptian President; former leader and muslim brotherhood both claim to be winner. Surprise Surprise. Cairo Christians voted for the former leader than the new stricter muslim.


  3. canary says:

    OM. Tator. Mass soldier murder Major Hassan got the trial delayed with a beard.

    6 hours ago news


    The coward should be begging to be sentenced to death so he can die a martyr go up to heaven.
    OM Thank goodness he can move his arms and wipe himself. Another reason to put him to death and he is still dangerous. He only wants off so he can get a suicide bomb and take more with him.

    Go figure. The 2nd Muslim U.S. Military soldier that went AWOL that planned to blow up Ft. Hood has already been tried. He doesn’t look like a muslim but the media was honest enough to give his name and say he was a muslim terrorist. Another one of those youths.

  4. canary says:

    John Kerry to portray Mitt Romney in mock debates.

    Yahoo News The Ticket

    Thug David AxleRod is playing Obama? Or is Obama playing himself.

    Can Obama use a Teleprompter during the debates so he can read what AxleRod tells him to say?
    Obama will have one of those hidden things in his ear and Axlerod will be in the wings and tell him what to say, just like on TV.

  5. artboyusa says:

    You may have noticed that, four years too late, some of our watchdog media have started to look into our Leader’s life history, including his, um, romantic attachments pre-Michelle. Well, here’s some first hand evidence, in the form of… The Secret Diary of Veronica Whitebread

    July 14, 1984

    Dear Diary

    Today was the worst ever day of my whole life! Barry has DUMPED me!!!!

    I came home from the library and he was sitting there in his colourful dashiki and his fedora, doing the New York Times crossword and smoking those Kool Menthols of his – all at the same time. What a renaissance man! What a dreamboat! I could feel his sexual warmth filling the apartment. Either that or the air conditioning was on the fritz again.

    “Baby, we need to talk” he said, smiling that easy, languid smile I have come to love and adore. My heart jumped. It could only be good news!

    I sat down at the kitchen table, expecting him at least to start another of those fascinating three hour monologues of his about his “identity” and how he feels “confused” and how he has his “destiny” to “fulfil” and all that stuff. I felt selfish that all I wanted to do was relax and watch “Wheel of Fortune” when he was so eager to share so much of himself but this time it felt different. Something told me he was serious.

    “Baby, I’m serious” he said. “Look, you’re a swell gal – I mean you is a fine sistah, a fiiine sistah – oh hell! There goes my deep inner confusion about my racial identity again! Easy, Barry! Take a breath. Anyhoo, we’ve had a great time and a lot of laugh and alls but let me make this crystal clear: I need to move on”.

    “Barry! No!” I cried.

    “Sorry, baby. It’s over. Time for change. I’ve got a journey to make; a trek, a voyage, an odyssey, a walkabout, a perambulation. A long, possibly endless, journey of fascinating self-discovery and before I drag the rest of the country along with me I need the right kind of woman by my side. A woman who is strong and full of character, a woman with sculpted arms and gleaming teeth and an ass the size of Tennessee. And she needs to be black – which you ain’t”.

    “Barry! I can change!”

    He just smiled ruefully and shook that gorgeous head of his, his ears waggling in that adorable way which had first beguiled me back at the Kwanza Barn Dance so long ago and a felt a tear sting my eye. “Sorry, baby. It’s not you, it’s me. It always is. I’m half black, half white, half Indonesian and half Hawaiian. That makes me 100% something and I’m on a journey to find out what that is…a journey you can never share”.

    And with those words, he was gone. Swept out of my life, leaving nothing beyond but an ashtray full of butts and a broken hearted girl. Fine! Screw him!!! There are plenty of other half black, half white, half Indonesian, half Hawaiian fish in the sea and this weekend I’m going fishing. But right now I’m going to eat another five gallon tub of ice cream and drink half a bottle of Kahlua. That’ll show him!!!

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