Can you give me names of any G.L.O.R.Y. members that did said actions. Will be handled internally. Would be nice to get this information sent to us instead of blasted outwards because this is *not allowed within our ranks. You have to understand this is a newish Corp. But, look at the boards at where this 5 month Corp stands and be prepared.

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What happened to the goonfeet doesn't care about the forums. lol

What are you talking about? We love forums. We were born on a forum and we'll probably die in one too. Not all forums are as good as our home base but that doesn't mean we can't slum it every once in a while.

(09:14:42 AM) Samahiel: We should turn the hate thread into a poetry slam, make something beautiful spring from the ****.


A pubbie said, What is the post? fetching it to me with full
hands;
How could I answer the child?. . . .I do not know what it
is any more than he.

I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful
word stuff woven.

Or I guess it is the handywork of the Lord,
A scented gift and remembrancer designedly dropped,
Bearing the owner's name someway in the corners, that we
may see and remark, and say Whose?

Or I guess the post is itself a child. . . .the produced babe
of the imagination.

Or I guess it is a uniform hieroglyphic,
And it means, Typing alike in broad zones and narrow
zones,
Posted among black folks as among white,
Kanuck, Tuckahoe, Congressman, Cuff, I give them the
same, I receive them the same.

And now it seems to me the beautiful unthought words of graves.

Tenderly will I read your final posts,
It may be you transpire from the minds of young men,
It may be if I had known them I would have loved them;
It may be you are from old people and from women, and
from offspring taken soon out of their mother's basement,
And here you are the mother's basement.

This post is very good to be from the white heads of old
mothers,
Better than the colorless beards of old men,
Too good to come from under the faint red roofs of mouths.

O I perceive after all so many uttering tongues!
And I perceive they do not come from the roofs of mouths
for nothing.

I wish I could translate the hints about the dead young men
and women,
And the hints about old men and mothers, and the offspring
taken soon out of their basements.

What do you think has become of the young and old men?
What do you think has become of the women and
children?

They are alive and well somewhere;
The smallest post show there is really no death,
And if ever there was it led forward life, and does not wait
at the end to arrest it,
And ceased the moment life appeared.

All goes onward and outward. . . .and nothing collapses,
And to die is different from what any one supposed, and
luckier.

Sigberct! Miss ya bud