TET: And Another Month Bites The Dust

[Gallade]

No culinary delights were established by playing it safe.

You use that sentence a lot but change the adjective.

No linguistic delights were established by playing it safe.

[The Blaatschapen]

What would a Brit know about good cuisine?

Pft. Britain has a long, rich history of good cuisine, bar the 20-30 years of ration-enduced nonsense after the second world war.

No culinary delights were established by playing it safe.

You use that sentence a lot but change the adjective.

20-30 years of rations? What? Did they get a discount on coupon printing they did not want to waste?

[Hurdergaryp]

This is an odd recipe for a pie.

No culinary delights were established by playing it safe.

The Scots are known for not playing it safe when it comes to their cuisine, but I have yet to meet the person who would call haggis a culinary delight.

[Gallade]

Pft. Britain has a long, rich history of good cuisine, bar the 20-30 years of ration-enduced nonsense after the second world war.


You use that sentence a lot but change the adjective.

20-30 years of rations? What? Did they get a discount on coupon printing they did not want to waste?

Britain also has a long, rich history of eating veritable dust when the nation goes bankrupt.

[Gallade]

No culinary delights were established by playing it safe.

The Scots are known for not playing it safe when it comes to their cuisine, but I have yet to meet the person who would call haggis a culinary delight.

Haggis is delicious, what are you saying?

I question your commitment to not wasting kills.

[Hurdergaryp]

20-30 years of rations? What? Did they get a discount on coupon printing they did not want to waste?

Britain also has a long, rich history of eating veritable dust when the nation goes bankrupt.

It is impolite to speak of the coming Brexit Famines.

[DesAnges]

You use that sentence a lot but change the adjective.

No linguistic delights were established by playing it safe.

Yes. Like that.

Pft. Britain has a long, rich history of good cuisine, bar the 20-30 years of ration-enduced nonsense after the second world war.


You use that sentence a lot but change the adjective.

20-30 years of rations? What? Did they get a discount on coupon printing they did not want to waste?

The recipes produced by rationing stayed in the cultural cookbook for a few years because people stayed poor, not because rationing continued.

[The Blaatschapen]

20-30 years of rations? What? Did they get a discount on coupon printing they did not want to waste?

Britain also has a long, rich history of eating veritable dust when the nation goes bankrupt.

Long history, yes. Rich? Ha!

[Hurdergaryp]

20-30 years of rations? What? Did they get a discount on coupon printing they did not want to waste?

The recipes produced by rationing stayed in the cultural cookbook for a few years because people stayed poor, not because rationing continued.

Poverty builds character, also it provides the armed forces with a steady flow of recruits.

[The Blaatschapen]

Britain also has a long, rich history of eating veritable dust when the nation goes bankrupt.

It is impolite to speak of the coming Brexit Famines.

Can't they just call foodora?

[DesAnges]

The recipes produced by rationing stayed in the cultural cookbook for a few years because people stayed poor, not because rationing continued.

Poverty builds character, also it provides the armed forces with a steady flow of recruits.

I grew up with a kid who did 9 months for aggravated robbery, did 9 more months because he kept being late for parole meetings, and then did 18 months as a paratrooper.

God loves the British army, and all who sail in her.

[DesAnges]

Britain also has a long, rich history of eating veritable dust when the nation goes bankrupt.

It is impolite to speak of the coming Brexit Famines.

Given today's revelations, Brexit is still very much in the air.

[Hurdergaryp]

Poverty builds character, also it provides the armed forces with a steady flow of recruits.

I grew up with a kid who did 9 months for aggravated robbery, did 9 more months because he kept being late for parole meetings, and then did 18 months as a paratrooper.

God loves the British army, and all who sail in her.

Damn, it would be a better world if my poor attempts at sarcastic humour were more fictional than they apparently are.

[Pax Nerdvana]

The recipes produced by rationing stayed in the cultural cookbook for a few years because people stayed poor, not because rationing continued.

Poverty builds character, also it provides the armed forces with a steady flow of recruits.

Everything builds character.

[The Blaatschapen]

The recipes produced by rationing stayed in the cultural cookbook for a few years because people stayed poor, not because rationing continued.

Poverty builds character, also it provides the armed forces with a steady flow of recruits.

Source?

Like, seriously, I have doubts on the claim that poverty is somehow good.

[Hurdergaryp]

It is impolite to speak of the coming Brexit Famines.

Given today's revelations, Brexit is still very much in the air.

Nonsense. Kremlin-backed populism, EU federal laws hating Rupert Murdoch, Cambridge Analytica and dollar store Donald Trump alternative Boris Johnson have worked hard to make Brexit happen. There shall be Brexit. There shall be sovereignty. There shall be suffering.

[Immoren]

Britain also has a long, rich history of eating veritable dust when the nation goes bankrupt.

It is impolite to speak of the coming Brexit Famines.

Somehow this feels relevant despite being about wrong nation.

"High ´mid Saarijärvi´moors resided
Peasant Paavo on a frost-bound homestead,
And the soil with earnest arm was tilling;
But awaited from the Lord the in crease.
And he dwelt there with his wife and children,
By his sweat his scant bread with them eating,
Digging ditches, ploughing up, and sowing.

Spring came on, the drift from cornfields melted,
And with it away flowed half the young blades;
Summer came, burst forth with hail the shower,
And with the ears were half down beaten;
Autumn came, and frost took the remainder.
Paavo´s wife then tore her hair, and spake thus:
"Paavo, old man, born to evil fortune,
Let us beg, for God hath us forsaken;
Hard is begging, but far worse is starving."

Paavo took the good-wife´s hand and spake thus:
"Nay, the Lord but trieth, not forsaketh,
Mix thou in the bread a half of bark now,
I shall dig out twice as many ditches,
And await then from the Lord the increase.

Half bark in the bread the good-wife mixed then,
Twice as many ditches dug the old man,
Sold the sheep, and bought some rye, and sowed it.
Spring came on, the drift from cornfields melted,
And with it away flowed half the young blades;
Summer came, burst forth with hail the shower,
And with the ears were half down beaten;
Autumn came, and frost took the remainder.
Paavo´s wife then smote her breast, and spake thus:
"Paavo, old man, born to evil fortune,
Let us perish, God has us forsaken,
Hard is dying, but much worse is living."

Paavo took the good-wife´s hand and spake thus:
"Nay, the Lord but trieth, not forsaketh,
Mix thou in the bread of bark the double,
I will dig of double size the ditches,
But await then from the Lord the increase."

She mixed in the bread of bark the double,
He dug then of double size the ditches,
Sold the cows, and bought some rye and sowed it.
Spring came on, the drift from cornfields melted,
But with it away there flowed no young blades.
Summer came, burst forth with hail the shower,
But with te ears were not down beaten,
Autumn came, and frost, the cornfields shunning,
Let them stand in gold to bide the reaper.

Then fell Paavo on his knees and spake thus:
"Aye, the Lord but trieth, not forsaketh."
And his mate fell on her knees, and spake thus:
"Aye, the Lord but trieth, not forsaketh."
But with gladness spoke she to the old man:
"Paavo, joyful to the scythe betake thee!
Now ´tis time for happy days and merry.
Now ´tis time to cast the bark away, and
Bake our bread henceforth of the rye entirely."

Paavo took the good-wife´s hand and spake thus:
"Woman, he endureth trials only,
Who a needy neighbour ne´er forsaketh;
Mix thou in the bread a half of bark still,
For all frost-nipped stands our neighbour´s cornfield.""

[Gallade]

Given today's revelations, Brexit is still very much in the air.

Nonsense. Kremlin-backed populism, EU federal laws hating Rupert Murdoch, Cambridge Analytica and dollar store Donald Trump alternative Boris Johnson have worked hard to make Brexit happen. There shall be Brexit. There shall be sovereignty. There shall be suffering.

There shall be no progress without workable plan for border with NI.

Guess how well that is going.

[Hurdergaryp]

Nonsense. Kremlin-backed populism, EU federal laws hating Rupert Murdoch, Cambridge Analytica and dollar store Donald Trump alternative Boris Johnson have worked hard to make Brexit happen. There shall be Brexit. There shall be sovereignty. There shall be suffering.

There shall be no progress without workable plan for border with NI.

Guess how well that is going.

One: Northern Ireland. Two: how well is that going.

Well... better than in the eighties, at least. That's about it.

[Pax Nerdvana]

Well, I just got junk mail from some random college.

[Hurdergaryp]

It is impolite to speak of the coming Brexit Famines.

Somehow this feels relevant despite being about wrong nation.

"High ´mid Saarijärvi´moors resided
Peasant Paavo on a frost-bound homestead,
And the soil with earnest arm was tilling;
But awaited from the Lord the in crease.
And he dwelt there with his wife and children,
By his sweat his scant bread with them eating,
Digging ditches, ploughing up, and sowing.

Spring came on, the drift from cornfields melted,
And with it away flowed half the young blades;
Summer came, burst forth with hail the shower,
And with the ears were half down beaten;
Autumn came, and frost took the remainder.
Paavo´s wife then tore her hair, and spake thus:
"Paavo, old man, born to evil fortune,
Let us beg, for God hath us forsaken;
Hard is begging, but far worse is starving."

Paavo took the good-wife´s hand and spake thus:
"Nay, the Lord but trieth, not forsaketh,
Mix thou in the bread a half of bark now,
I shall dig out twice as many ditches,
And await then from the Lord the increase.

Half bark in the bread the good-wife mixed then,
Twice as many ditches dug the old man,
Sold the sheep, and bought some rye, and sowed it.
Spring came on, the drift from cornfields melted,
And with it away flowed half the young blades;
Summer came, burst forth with hail the shower,
And with the ears were half down beaten;
Autumn came, and frost took the remainder.
Paavo´s wife then smote her breast, and spake thus:
"Paavo, old man, born to evil fortune,
Let us perish, God has us forsaken,
Hard is dying, but much worse is living."

Paavo took the good-wife´s hand and spake thus:
"Nay, the Lord but trieth, not forsaketh,
Mix thou in the bread of bark the double,
I will dig of double size the ditches,
But await then from the Lord the increase."

She mixed in the bread of bark the double,
He dug then of double size the ditches,
Sold the cows, and bought some rye and sowed it.
Spring came on, the drift from cornfields melted,
But with it away there flowed no young blades.
Summer came, burst forth with hail the shower,
But with te ears were not down beaten,
Autumn came, and frost, the cornfields shunning,
Let them stand in gold to bide the reaper.

Then fell Paavo on his knees and spake thus:
"Aye, the Lord but trieth, not forsaketh."
And his mate fell on her knees, and spake thus:
"Aye, the Lord but trieth, not forsaketh."
But with gladness spoke she to the old man:
"Paavo, joyful to the scythe betake thee!
Now ´tis time for happy days and merry.
Now ´tis time to cast the bark away, and
Bake our bread henceforth of the rye entirely."

Paavo took the good-wife´s hand and spake thus:
"Woman, he endureth trials only,
Who a needy neighbour ne´er forsaketh;
Mix thou in the bread a half of bark still,
For all frost-nipped stands our neighbour´s cornfield.""

Things got better after Finland managed to escape from the Russian Empire.

[The Blaatschapen]

Somehow this feels relevant despite being about wrong nation.

"High ´mid Saarijärvi´moors resided
Peasant Paavo on a frost-bound homestead,
And the soil with earnest arm was tilling;
But awaited from the Lord the in crease.
And he dwelt there with his wife and children,
By his sweat his scant bread with them eating,
Digging ditches, ploughing up, and sowing.

Spring came on, the drift from cornfields melted,
And with it away flowed half the young blades;
Summer came, burst forth with hail the shower,
And with the ears were half down beaten;
Autumn came, and frost took the remainder.
Paavo´s wife then tore her hair, and spake thus:
"Paavo, old man, born to evil fortune,
Let us beg, for God hath us forsaken;
Hard is begging, but far worse is starving."

Paavo took the good-wife´s hand and spake thus:
"Nay, the Lord but trieth, not forsaketh,
Mix thou in the bread a half of bark now,
I shall dig out twice as many ditches,
And await then from the Lord the increase.

Half bark in the bread the good-wife mixed then,
Twice as many ditches dug the old man,
Sold the sheep, and bought some rye, and sowed it.
Spring came on, the drift from cornfields melted,
And with it away flowed half the young blades;
Summer came, burst forth with hail the shower,
And with the ears were half down beaten;
Autumn came, and frost took the remainder.
Paavo´s wife then smote her breast, and spake thus:
"Paavo, old man, born to evil fortune,
Let us perish, God has us forsaken,
Hard is dying, but much worse is living."

Paavo took the good-wife´s hand and spake thus:
"Nay, the Lord but trieth, not forsaketh,
Mix thou in the bread of bark the double,
I will dig of double size the ditches,
But await then from the Lord the increase."

She mixed in the bread of bark the double,
He dug then of double size the ditches,
Sold the cows, and bought some rye and sowed it.
Spring came on, the drift from cornfields melted,
But with it away there flowed no young blades.
Summer came, burst forth with hail the shower,
But with te ears were not down beaten,
Autumn came, and frost, the cornfields shunning,
Let them stand in gold to bide the reaper.

Then fell Paavo on his knees and spake thus:
"Aye, the Lord but trieth, not forsaketh."
And his mate fell on her knees, and spake thus:
"Aye, the Lord but trieth, not forsaketh."
But with gladness spoke she to the old man:
"Paavo, joyful to the scythe betake thee!
Now ´tis time for happy days and merry.
Now ´tis time to cast the bark away, and
Bake our bread henceforth of the rye entirely."

Paavo took the good-wife´s hand and spake thus:
"Woman, he endureth trials only,
Who a needy neighbour ne´er forsaketh;
Mix thou in the bread a half of bark still,
For all frost-nipped stands our neighbour´s cornfield.""

Things got better after Finland managed to escape from the Russian Empire.

Things tend to go better for countries when not occupied by the Russians.

[DesAnges]

There shall be no progress without workable plan for border with NI.

Guess how well that is going.

One: Northern Ireland. Two: how well is that going.

Well... better than in the eighties, at least. That's about it.

Fewer explosives, more stupidity. Bloody DUP.

[The Derpy Democratic Republic Of Herp]

https://cbc.ca/onvotes/livestream

[DesAnges]

Nonsense. Kremlin-backed populism, EU federal laws hating Rupert Murdoch, Cambridge Analytica and dollar store Donald Trump alternative Boris Johnson have worked hard to make Brexit happen. There shall be Brexit. There shall be sovereignty. There shall be suffering.

There shall be no progress without workable plan for border with NI.

Guess how well that is going.

My MP doesn't want progress. He wants his cotton mills backs.