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CWM"s worst nightmare is coming

Shut it, gaytime #2

Fun fact: Euronymous was a communist

That's no excuse. I can hear a new post go up while i sleep

He should never stop posting. the Holy Army of Gaytime would never be the same

Took long enough

Fuck that, that column was the easiest to read column ever on this site.

I'm not taking a shot at him. You people have associated with him, so I asked a question. Call it "interest piqued". The delivery might not have been the most eloquent, i condede that. If I send him an email about it, i will be called a goon and blocked. I wont join his board since I know next to nothing about the main topic there, nor at this point, do I want to. Thusly, I will be called a goon and we will part ways anyway.

does that guy actually live his online persona? He seems destined for some miserable retirement years.

Someone say something stupid so we can get into Annoying April again.

From: boston.com Via: bwbk.com message forum Opera-fan judge makes guilty face the music Noise violators earful in Miami Beach By Amie Parnes, Globe Correspondent | April 22, 2004 MIAMI BEACH — Ricky Libutti stood up, faced the judge, and pleaded guilty to cranking up a hip-hop beat after midnight as he cruised down Washington Avenue in his Acura Integra. Judge Jeffrey Swartz offered what must have seemed a Hobson's choice to the 19-year-old with a crew cut and a love for what he called "conscious hip hop." "You can either pay a fine," the judge told Libutti, "or you can spend a leisurely 2 1/2 hours listening to some opera music." Libutti took a moment to weigh his options. Finally, he headed for the judge's chambers. "Libutti," Swartz said, "are you Italian?" "I'm Italian," he answered. "Do you understand Italian?" "A little bit." "Good," Swartz said. "It's called 'La Traviata.' It's about love, betrayal, and death. Kinda like Miami Beach. I hope you enjoy it." On this island of paper-thin beauties, hundred-thousand-dollar cars and VIP pool parties, Miami Beach police began aggressively enforcing quality-of-life laws ver the last year. People who carry beer bottles in the street are handed tickets. Prostitutes are carted off before hellos are exchanged. And police are quick to pull over noise offenders if the rumbling boom-boom of their stereos can be heard from at least 100 feet away. Those offenders are ordered to make an appearance in Swartz's courtroom, where they are given the option of paying a $500 fine or listening to opera. Over the past year, more than 100 people charged with violating the noise ordinance have chosen "Carmen" over cash. Swartz acknowledged that opera sentences might seem an odd punishment in another jurisdiction. "Miami Beach is a unique place, though," he said. In a courtroom where the sun and the palm trees are the backdrop, where some men show up for court in beach trunks and flip-flops and women wear tube dresses, stilettos, and last night's mascara, an opera sentence fits like a thong bikini. Almost every Monday, after Swartz hears the cases of noise offenders, bailiff Alain Rodriguez lines up some chairs around his desk, calls in the defendants, turns up the volume on a small boom box, and pushes the play button. During the session, as arias are sung about broken hearts and untrue lovers, Rodriguez surveys the room and makes sure no one is leeping, eating, talking, or even staring out the window at the pretty people who sashay on by. The idea of dooming noise violators to an afternoon of opera came to Swartz a year ago as he drove to work one day. He was minding his own business, with his windows rolled up, when something sounding very much like thunder shook the doors, rattled his floorboards, and interrupted his thoughts. "I could feel the bolts in my car start to loosen," he said. Swartz turned his head and noticed a teenager dancing in his seat and mouthing lyrics to, well, some rap artist. It could have been P. Diddy, Chingy, or 50 Cent, for all Swartz knows. The judge had that teen on his mind when he walked into his courtroom later that morning, took his seat at the bench, and looked into the eyes of another young man charged with a noise violation. "I have an idea," Swartz recalled telling the teenager, thinking off the top of his head. "I am tired of others imposing their music on me. So I'm going to impose my music on you." An appearance in front of Swartz is a little like visiting a sarcastic uncle. He has a sense of humor and tries to keep court sessions light. He hangs an Ohio State University baseball cap over the State of Florida flag in the courtroom and hardly ever wears a tie under his robe. The only judge on the island, Swartz could have his own television show, say those who work around him. On an average day, he hears over 100 cases, most misdemeanors. "Wanna learn how to count to 10?" he asked a man before sending him to an anger management class. "Did you take your Ritalin this morning?" he said to an accused prostitute who would not stop talking. But he turned serious when three men come before him on charges of urinating in public. "Don't ever let me see your faces in here again," he said. But Swartz has a weak spot for opera. It is not that the 54-year-old thinks opera is better than rap, he said. (In fact, he used to despise opera until a former wife "dragged me kicking and screaming to see 'Don Giovanni' " six years ago.) If a man was caught blasting the "1812 Overture" down Ocean Drive, Swartz said, he ould make him listen to the Rolling Stones. And if a woman was cruising with a rendition of "Carmen" with the volume turned up all the way, she would have to listen to 2 1/2 hours of Nelly or whatever Swartz's 17-year-old daughter, Lizzy, is listening to these days. But rap seems to be the choice of noise violators as cars cruise down Ocean Drive and Washington Avenue every night of the week. So opera is playing almost nonstop in Swartz's chambers. "I take the position that coming to the courtroom doesn't have to be a bad experience," Swartz said. -------- And if I was blasting Mayhem's 'A Grand Declaration Of War'?

There aren't enough trees or shrubs, people of ill fame usually like more foliage induced privacy than that. I would know

I still bust out Wu Tang's 36 chambers and GZA's Liquid Swords occasionally. It's coming up to summer time so my hip hopping will probably rise to about 1 out of ever 150th album. The Chronic, Bone Thugz N Harmony, Eazy E...

Nevermortal is far too untr00 for Naglfar.

yes thank you Deon you anus, we had long established that point already

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False alarm, that was only a llama in Strider costume. The Cockstrider is not dead, nor will he ever be. By the by, you should have him still kicking. that would be ace.

Wonderful

Put a La Parka mask on him.

Hi

1. Charlie Ward - Wins helicopter ride, then promptly walks into the blades

Wow

Better than Charlie? Way to set the bar unattainably high

You're so cute when you're angry. You know that right?

So like, do you guys all use your posting gimmicks when y'all chat to each other?