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Where can I download free mp3's for gay salve training?
I'm looking for a site where I can download mp3 tracks that you listen to when your asleep that train you to be a good obedient slave boy.

I also really like that alot
I've just upload that file this direct download

Do you think that any Civilized Country going to war would care if the soldier drafted was gay?
In fact many gays have fought gallantly since the times of Ancient Greece. Do you think these nations cared who they slept with? In fact the biggest Empire of all time was that of Alexander the Great, a gay man.

Many of the naive, have no idea how many gays serve in our Military or maybe they might think differently about gays. Many, mostly on the Right think that Gays in military haven't made a difference or amounted to anything but a tiny percentage of the military. They either are not familiar with the facts or are at worse bigots.Basically it is still the the same sections of country that voted against freeing slaves,Civil Rights, Social Security and Medicare. Maybe it is the education systems in those states?

Right now we know of over 14000 dismissed since 1993 under "don't ask don't tell", this costing US Billions of dollars in training and legal costs possibly hindering our efforts in wars. The Linguistics specialists that speak Arab were especially hurt and this affected military readiness and possibly lead to deaths of both Iraqi's and US personnel.

So if this 14000 was only 5% of the gays serving at most then can you imagine how many are actually serving or have since 1993?

Don't you think it is a great thing that these men and women who have fought for our country no longer have to follow what most have called the immoral if not unconstitutional law of "don't' ask dont tell"?

No. I'm not gay "not that there is anything wrong with it" lol but my nephew is and has fought in Iraq and Afghanistan and ranks Lieutenant Colonel and is a Doctor who has saved countless lives. He is a good man...an American hero and didn't deserve to have to endure this policy for all these years.

There have been gays in military since day 1 so does anyone see a problem with them now being able to tell the truth. All the of the military laws are still in effect and last time I checked, no one is supposed to have sex anyway, gays will get no special treatment nor do they want it. Do you think it is odd that these Conservatives have so many fantasies of all the "gay tension" this will create? Do you think they give our military credit? They already have gays in the service and this is not going to statisticallyly make a difference in any more joining. There is cohesivness already and this should not cause any problems in ranks.

No

Do you want me to say more?

No one in the military gives a CRAP what they do with their gun, just if they can cover me with their riffle.

Hell, i wouldn't give a crap if the guy next to me thinks my butt is cute, just if they are going to help get it back home to my family.

Why are conservatives so fearful, is it the toxic right-wing media, genetics?
Muslims are being trained in the Park 51 culinary school to bake them explosive cakes, Black Panthers are killing white babies left and right, and Obama is a puppet of the Marxist, Black Supremacist Build-a-burgers who desire to enact a New World Order where white people will be used as slave labor by the Mexicans, blacks, gays, and Jews.

What a terrifying place it is to be, the mind of a right winger.

"People who were conservative at age 23 had been described by their teachers as easily victimized, easily offended, indecisive, fearful, rigid, inhibited, and vulnerable at age 3."

www.psychologytoday.com/articles/…

Questions for Satanists from a Satanist in training.?
OK I have some questions on being a Satanist, I know It's not what people I know and family says it is. 5-11 (off and on) I lived with Jehovah Witnesses and a lot of my family is to, and 2-10 I thought that things like cussing,gays,magic or even the show Inuyasha was evil (and many other things) and I liked those kind of things and I felt horrible and it didn't feel right but then I found satanism and it felt like home, I'm more happy and I can do more things. I still want to learn more I know it is not about killing and blood and gore and I have some questions for people who are so I can have that privilege.

1) To give my soul to Satan I know you have to wright your name in blood right? so I was wondering if it madders what sharp object use? because I have a bad history of cutting so theirs not to many thinks I can work with.

2) If I can't get black or blue candles is there another color I can use? or if I can paint it or will that offend them?

3) Like I said a lot of my family is Jehovah Witnesses and even though I'm 14 I can't stay home alone when I visit so I have to go to meetings is that a problem?

4)I really want a demon and I know that he/she is not my slave, pet or toy and deserves respect and I would love sum pointers on what will and wont offend them.

5)can someone send me a list of human friendly demons to summon? I want one like a guardian demon and help me with revenge with a little gody people bashing.

6)and if there is anything else I should know about demons or Satan please do share.

Hail Satan!

To give your soul to him, you do have to write your name in blood. Use a sterilized needle and prick your left index finger.

The color of the candles matters much less to Father than what is in your heart. If you can't get them, he'll understand

You can still go to meetings in order not to upset your family, Father will understand that too.

Any time you perform any Ritual where you will call out to a demon (or any ritual really), bathe first, and dress all in black if possible

You can find much more info and a list of demons in the link listed in my Sources. Also, feel free to contact me if you have any more questions

Hail Satan

What do you think the poem Thanatopsis talks about?
To him who in the love of Nature holds
Communion with her visible forms, she speaks
A various language; for his gayer hours
She has a voice of gladness, and a smile
And eloquence of beauty, and she glides
Into his darker musings, with a mild
And gentle sympathy, that steals away
Their sharpness, ere he is aware. When thoughts
Of the last bitter hour come like a blight
Over thy spirit, and sad images
Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall,
And breathless darkness, and the narrow house,
Make thee to shudder, and grow sick at heart;--
Go forth under the open sky, and list
To Nature's teachings, while from all around--
Earth and her waters, and the depths of air,--
Comes a still voice--Yet a few days, and thee
The all-beholding sun shall see no more
In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground,
Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears,
Nor in the embrace of ocean shall exist
Thy image. Earth, that hourished thee, shall claim
Thy growth, to be resolv'd to earth again;
And, lost each human trace, surrend'ring up
Thine individual being, shalt thou go
To mix forever with the elements,
To be a brother to th' insensible rock
And to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain
Turns with his share, and treads upon. The oak
Shall send his roots abroad, and pierce thy mould.
Yet not to thy eternal resting place
Shalt thou retire alone--nor couldst thou wish
Couch more magnificent. Thou shalt lie down
, With patriarchs of the infant world--with kings
The powerful of the earth--the wise, the good,
Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past,
All in one mighty sepulchre.--The hills
Rock-ribb'd and ancient as the sun,--the vales
Stretching in pensive quietness between;
The vernal woods--rivers that move
In majesty, and the complaining brooks
That make the meadows green; and pour'd round all,
Old ocean's grey and melancholy waste,--
Are but the solemn decorations all
Of the great tomb of man. The golden sun,
The planets, all the infinite host of heaven,
Are shining on the sad abodes of death,
Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread
The globe are but a handful to the tribes
That slumber in its bosom.--Take the wings
Of morning--and the Barcan desert pierce,
Or lost thyself in the continuous woods
Where rolls the Oregan, and hears no sound,
Save his own dashings--yet--the dead are there,
And millions in those solitudes, since first
The flight of years began, have laid them down
In their last sleep--the dead reign there alone.--
So shalt thou rest--and what if thou shalt fall
Unnoticed by the living--and no friend
Take note of thy departure? All that breathe
Will share thy destiny. The gay will laugh,
When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care
Plod on, and each one as before will chase
His favourite phantom; yet all these shall leave
Their mirth and their employments, and shall come,
And make their bed with thee. As the long train
Of ages glide away, the sons of men,
The youth in life's green spring, and he who goes
In the full strength of years, matron, and maid,
The bow'd with age, the infant in the smiles
And beauty of its innocent age cut off,--
Shall one by one be gathered to thy side,
By those, who in their turn shall follow them.
So live, that when thy summons comes to join
The innumerable caravan, that moves
To the pale realms of shade, where each shall take
His chamber in the silent halls of death,
Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night,
Scourged to his dungeon, but sustain'd and sooth'd
By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave,
Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch
About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.

It refers to the Hellenic God of Death Thanatos (the brother of Hypnos -- Sleep), who is one of the Protogonoi <First-Born Gods> and refers to the spirit who is encountering that God

Contrary to popular opinion Haides is not the God of Death, but rather the Lord of the Underworld. The dead go to the Halls of Haides.

How does one seek to join up into the leftist ideology and get the brainwashing needed?
Is most of them created from websites? Do they just get the ideology of hatred embedded into their brains reading the leftist hateful words and rants over and over and over again?
The other terrorist orgs training techniques are to force the people to read certain passages from the Koran and to use sources like American Porn sites and Gay sites etc..

If one leader has to come up with ideas on how to trap people into their web of deceit, isn't that the same thing as a Cult? What leaders do to brainwash others to be their slave masters? CREEPY! I find most liberals very creepy, because they all say the same stuff, believe the same nonsense Ideology. Conservatives don't have a IDEOLOGY- because its CREEPY and Satanic like!

What's funny is almost everything you just wrote I would attribute to the right. Just wanted to point out that the left and the right existed long before websites. You must be very young.

Since you have been using Y/A who are your favorite contributors and why?
Mine are

Sugga B who always posts smart intelligent answers and if what she says is true she has had a hard time of it town in Texas. But can on occasions very racist

Willy Foo. Is such a sweet little honey who when you read her replies you just want to reach into the screen and give her a hug.

Training day. Extremely racist but his posts are funny and always well thought out. And he takes abuse very well.

Britney & Whitney. Very funny at all times, always racist

Neet. Only read one of her posts. but the kind of women..well i was impressed let put it that way

Massa Jones. Pretends to be a slave master at all times. Manages to be very funny due to never dropping character and have lots of historical knowledge. Is never 21st century abusive.

Extreme Intellect. A man after my own heart. (this is a saying i am not suggesting he is gay

I just read the first paragraph and didn't even bother reading the rest.

How could you like that girl?

2 pts.

Ok, to answer the question, I like LaKwinetta Jones, Fu Mulan, Mister Europe/Allan D and many other's. I can't remember their names for some reason at the moment.

(Thanks for putting me on the list.)

(I think the reason why Sugga B is supposedly mistreated in that town is because she came there in the first place with that mentality. Well, I don't know her situation so I will not comment further, but if she is mistreated than i'm sorry she feels that way about other ethnic groups.)

Can anyone give me two lines out this peom that are BLANK VERSE plz???
To him who in the love of Nature holds
Communion with her visible forms, she speaks
A various language; for his gayer hours
She has a voice of gladness, and a smile
And eloquence of beauty, and she glides
Into his darker musings, with a mild
And healing sympathy, that steals away
Their sharpness, ere he is aware. When thoughts
Of the last bitter hour come like a blight
Over thy spirit, and sad images
Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall,
And breathless darkness, and the narrow house,
Make thee to shudder and grow sick at heart;--
Go forth, under the open sky, and list
To Nature's teachings, while from all around--
Earth and her waters, and the depths of air--
Comes a still voice:--

Yet a few days, and thee
The all-beholding sun shall see no more
In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground
Where thy pale form was laid with many tears,
Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist
Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim
Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again,
And, lost each human trace, surrendering up
Thine individual being, shalt thou go
To mix forever with the elements,
To be a brother to the insensible rock
And to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain
Turns with his share, and treads upon. The oak
Shall send his roots abroad, and pierce thy mould.

Yet not to thine eternal resting place
Shalt thou retire alone, nor couldst thou wish
Couch more magnificent. Thou shalt lie down
With patriarchs of the infant world--with kings,
The powerful of the earth--the wise, the good,
Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past,
All in one mighty sepulchre. The hills
Rock-ribbed and ancient as the sun,--the vales
Stretching in pensive quietness between;
The venerable woods--rivers that move
In majesty, and the complaining brooks
That make the meadows green; and, poured round all,
Old Ocean's gray and melancholy waste,--
Are but the solemn decorations all
Of the great tomb of man. The golden sun,
The planets, all the infinite host of heaven,
Are shining on the sad abodes of death
Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread
The globe are but a handful to the tribes
That slumber in its bosom.--Take the wings
Of morning, pierce the Barcan wilderness,

Or lose thyself in the continuous woods
Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound,
Save his own dashing--yet the dead are there;
And millions in those solitudes, since first
The flight of years began, have laid them down
In their last sleep--the dead reign there alone.
So shalt thou rest, and what if thou withdraw
In silence from the living, and no friend
Take note of thy departure? All that breathe
Will share thy destiny. The gay will laugh
When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care
Plod on, and each one as before will chase
His favorite phantom; yet all these shall leave
Their mirth and their employments, and shall come
And make their bed with thee. As the long train
Of ages glides away, the sons of men--
The youth in life's green spring, and he who goes
In the full strength of years, matron and maid,
The speechless babe, and the grayheaded man--
Shall one by one be gathered to thy side,
By those who in their turn shall follow them.

So live, that when thy summons comes to join
The innumerable caravan, which moves
To that mysterious realm, where each shall take
His chamber in the silent halls of death,
Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night,
Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed
By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave
Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch
About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.

I'm having trouble figuring what lines you need help with. Do a web search on Thanatopsis by William Cullen Bryant. That should give you your answer.

What does the poem thanatopsis mean?
i dont get it
i read it so many times and i dont get the meaning

16. Thanatopsis

TO HIM who in the love of Nature holds
Communion with her visible forms, she speaks
A various language; for his gayer hours
She has a voice of gladness, and a smile
And eloquence of beauty, and she glides 5
Into his darker musings, with a mild
And healing sympathy, that steals away
Their sharpness, ere he is aware. When thoughts
Of the last bitter hour come like a blight
Over thy spirit, and sad images 10
Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall,
And breathless darkness, and the narrow house,
Make thee to shudder, and grow sick at heart;—
Go forth under the open sky, and list
To Nature's teachings, while from all around— 15
Earth and her waters, and the depths of air—
Comes a still voice—Yet a few days, and thee
The all-beholding sun shall see no more
In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground,
Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears, 20
Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist
Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim
Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again,
And, lost each human trace, surrendering up
Thine individual being, shalt thou go 25
To mix forever with the elements;
To be a brother to the insensible rock,
And to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain
Turns with his share, and treads upon. The oak
Shall send his roots abroad, and pierce thy mould. 30
Yet not to thine eternal resting-place
Shalt thou retire alone, nor couldst thou wish
Couch more magnificent. Thou shalt lie down
With patriarchs of the infant world,—with kings,
The powerful of the earth,—the wise, the good, 35
Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past,
All in one mighty sepulchre. The hills
Rock-ribbed and ancient as the sun; the vales
Stretching in pensive quietness between;
The venerable woods—rivers that move 40
In majesty, and the complaining brooks
That make the meadows green; and, poured round all,
Old Ocean's gray and melancholy waste,—
Are but the solemn decorations all
Of the great tomb of man! The golden sun, 45
The planets, all the infinite host of heaven,
Are shining on the sad abodes of death,
Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread
The globe are but a handful to the tribes
That slumber in its bosom.—Take the wings 50
Of morning, pierce the Barcan wilderness,
Or lose thyself in the continuous woods
Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound,
Save his own dashings,—yet the dead are there:
And millions in those solitudes, since first 55
The flight of years began, have laid them down
In their last sleep—the dead reign there alone.
So shalt thou rest; and what if thou withdraw
In silence from the living, and no friend
Take note of thy departure? All that breathe 60
Will share thy destiny. The gay will laugh
When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care
Plod on, and each one as before will chase
His favorite phantom; yet all these shall leave
Their mirth and their employments, and shall come 65
And make their bed with thee. As the long train
Of ages glide away, the sons of men,
The youth in life's green spring, and he who goes
In the full strength of years, matron and maid,
The speechless babe, and the gray-headed man— 70
Shall one by one be gathered to thy side
By those, who in their turn shall follow them.

So live, that when thy summons comes to join
The innumerable caravan which moves
To that mysterious realm, where each shall take 75
His chamber in the silent halls of death,
Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night,
Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed
By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave
Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch 80
About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams

The answer is in the title

The title is from the Greek thanatos ("death") and the suffix -opsis (literally, "sight"); it has often been translated as "Meditation upon Death".

It is basically just a discussion of death

Does this poem paint a picture also?

TO HIM who in the love of Nature holds
Communion with her visible forms, she speaks
A various language; for his gayer hours
She has a voice of gladness, and a smile
And eloquence of beauty, and she glides 5
Into his darker musings, with a mild
And healing sympathy, that steals away
Their sharpness, ere he is aware. When thoughts
Of the last bitter hour come like a blight
Over thy spirit, and sad images 10
Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall,
And breathless darkness, and the narrow house,
Make thee to shudder, and grow sick at heart;—
Go forth under the open sky, and list
To Nature's teachings, while from all around— 15
Earth and her waters, and the depths of air—
Comes a still voice—Yet a few days, and thee
The all-beholding sun shall see no more
In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground,
Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears, 20
Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist
Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim
Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again,
And, lost each human trace, surrendering up
Thine individual being, shalt thou go 25
To mix forever with the elements;
To be a brother to the insensible rock,
And to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain
Turns with his share, and treads upon. The oak
Shall send his roots abroad, and pierce thy mould. 30
Yet not to thine eternal resting-place
Shalt thou retire alone, nor couldst thou wish
Couch more magnificent. Thou shalt lie down
With patriarchs of the infant world,—with kings,
The powerful of the earth,—the wise, the good, 35
Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past,
All in one mighty sepulchre. The hills
Rock-ribbed and ancient as the sun; the vales
Stretching in pensive quietness between;
The venerable woods—rivers that move 40
In majesty, and the complaining brooks
That make the meadows green; and, poured round all,
Old Ocean's gray and melancholy waste,—
Are but the solemn decorations all
Of the great tomb of man! The golden sun, 45
The planets, all the infinite host of heaven,
Are shining on the sad abodes of death,
Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread
The globe are but a handful to the tribes
That slumber in its bosom.—Take the wings 50
Of morning, pierce the Barcan wilderness,
Or lose thyself in the continuous woods
Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound,
Save his own dashings,—yet the dead are there:
And millions in those solitudes, since first 55
The flight of years began, have laid them down
In their last sleep—the dead reign there alone.
So shalt thou rest; and what if thou withdraw
In silence from the living, and no friend
Take note of thy departure? All that breathe 60
Will share thy destiny. The gay will laugh
When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care
Plod on, and each one as before will chase
His favorite phantom; yet all these shall leave
Their mirth and their employments, and shall come 65
And make their bed with thee. As the long train
Of ages glide away, the sons of men,
The youth in life's green spring, and he who goes
In the full strength of years, matron and maid,
The speechless babe, and the gray-headed man— 70
Shall one by one be gathered to thy side
By those, who in their turn shall follow them.

So live, that when thy summons comes to join
The innumerable caravan which moves
To that mysterious realm, where each shall take 75
His chamber in the silent halls of death,
Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night,
Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed
By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave
Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch 80
About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.

Does this paint a picture somehow? If so what is the picture and which lines gives you this? Thanks

Many lines do this. Good for you.