TomServo wrote:Let the fucking rich work on the holidays. Let them be poor for months...maybe years..not knowing where their next dinner is coming from. Fuck em! Let THEM be forgotten, for once!
The phrase io Saturnalia was the characteristic shout or salutation of the festival, originally commencing after the public banquet on the single day of December 17. The interjection io (Greek ἰώ, ǐō) is pronounced either with two syllables (a short i and a long o) or as a single syllable (with the i becoming the Latin consonantal j and pronounced yō). It was a strongly emotive ritual exclamation or invocation, used for instance in announcing triumph or celebrating Bacchus, but also to punctuate a joke.
gyre wrote:Comment about a documentary about suicide on the London Underground called One Under -
"When I was 17, I went to the train station in town, walked along the platform (out of sight of the other passengers) and prepared to jump.
Words can’t describe how free and calm I felt, knowing that everything would be over.
Then my brother phoned me.
Suddenly, everything snapped into perspective, and I made my way back to the other passengers, back down the stairs and spent a lovely, sunny afternoon with friends.
I often reflect on how differently that day could have turned out."
ygmir wrote:and ride that great steed, Elorrum!! you probably have no idea how many of us admire you, and how you inspire others to do and try things.
Yer a damn good egg!!
Run to the hills, if you need and hideout, break rocks or weld stuff, if it's therapeutic for you.
No one knows the heavens
without knowing true hell.
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