W ramach uzupelnienia:

On a plumber's truck:  We repair what your husband fixed.
On the trucks of a local plumbing company in Pennsylvania:
Don't sleep with a drip. Call your plumber.
Outside a muffler shop:  No appointment necessary. We hear you coming.
Door of a plastic surgeon's office:  We can help you pick your nose!
On an electrician's truck:  Let us remove your shorts.
In a non-smoking area:  If we see smoke, we will assume you are on fire and
take Appropriate action.
At an optometrist's office:  If you don't see what you're looking for,
you've come to the right place.
In the front yard of a funeral home:  Drive carefully. We'll wait.

Loki

Na stopa zabrala sie dziewczyna. Po chwili jazdy kierowca pyta sie :
- Nie boisz sie tak jezdzic autostopem? No wiesz, jestes ladna, atrakcyjna.
Móglbym wykorzystac sytuacje, skrecic do lasu i ...
- Wie pan, wychodze z takiego zalozenia - lepiej miec 15 cm w dupie niz 25
km w nogach.

Moglbys podac linka, tak z ciekawosci.

Loki

tax1
Over a gynecologist's office:  Dr. Jones, at your cervix.
On a plumber's truck:  We repair what your husband fixed.
On the trucks of a local plumbing company in Pennsylvania:
Don't sleep with a drip. Call your plumber.
Pizza shop slogan:  7 days without pizza makes one weak.
Outside a muffler shop:  No appointment necessary. We hear you coming.
In a veterinarian's waiting room:  Be back in 5 minutes.  Sit!  Stay!
Door of a plastic surgeon's office:  We can help you pick your nose!
On an electrician's truck:  Let us remove your shorts.
In a non-smoking area:  If we see smoke, we will assume you are on fire and
take Appropriate action.
On a maternity room door:  Push...Push...Push
At an optometrist's office:  If you don't see what you're looking for,
you've come to the right place.
In the front yard of a funeral home:  Drive carefully. We'll wait.

tax2
Wraca górnik ze szychty do domu. Rozbiera się, a żona zdziwiona patrzy mu
między nogi.
- Jedruś, a czego ty masz takiego czornego ciula? Górnik zajrzał sobie
między nogi i odpowiada.
- O pierona, tłok był pod prysznicem i pewnie nie swojego umyłem.

-- Maj Gen WH Rupertus

Commando to napewno nie jest "oda do mp5"

Pewnie moze byc zabawne, choc plagiacik malenki chyba.
Wyglada jakos podobnie dosc do "Marine Corps Rifleman's Creed"
Autorem oryginalu jest ponoc Gen. William H. Rupertus, napisane zostalo wkrotce po japonskim ataku na Pearl Harbor w 1941 roku:

This is my rifle. There are many like it, but this one is mine. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life. Without me my rifle is useless. Without my rifle, I am useless. I must fire my rifle true. I must shoot straighter than the enemy who is trying to kill me. I must shoot him before he shoots me. I will. My rifle and I know that what counts in war is not the rounds we fire, the noise of our burst, or the smoke we make. We know that it is the hits that count. We will hit.

My rifle is human, even as I am human, because it is my life. Thus, I will learn it as a brother. I will learn its weaknesses, its strengths, its parts, its accessories, its sights and its barrel. I will keep my rifle clean and ready, even as I am clean and ready. We will become part of each other.

Before God I swear this creed. My rifle and I are the defenders of my country. We are the masters of our enemy. We are the saviors of my life.

So be it, until victory is America's and there is no enemy.

KAZDY Marine, pozostajacy w aktywnej sluzbie, lub emerytowany wyrecytuje z pamieci powyzsze slowa, traktujac to niezwykle powaznie.
Mnie jakos niezbyt ta przerobka bawi, ale pewnie z powodu moich militarnych zboczen...

pozdrawiam
m

Ponder- transient

Tracklist:
1. Intro
2. Ponder - Calling (See The Light) [Elation Digital]
3. Ponder feat. MC Elmo - Million To One [Elation Digital]
4. Kid Alaska - Little One (Ponder Remix) [Rfugrey]
5. Ponder - Smoke Without Fire [Elation Digital]
6. Ponder - Nimbus [Elation Digital]
7. Eamon Breaks - Seventh City [CDR]
8. Ponder - Life Was Beautiful [Elation Digital]
9. Uplift - Out There (Ponder Remix) [Raw Elements]
10. Ponder - Distorted Reality [CDR]
11. Brain Blessed - Unrequited feat. Kelly C (Ponder Remix) [Elation Digital]
12. Ponder & HB - White Widow (Ponder Remix) [Elation Digital]
13. Brain Blessed - Amongst The Trees (Ponder Remix) [Lucky Breaks]

Yousendit link: http://www.yousendit.com/...1F19601432395CA

Po wczorajszym seansie w TVN...:

My Rifle: The Creed of a US Marine
by Major General William H. Rupertus (USMC, Ret.)
(written following the attack on Pearl Harbor)

This is my rifle. There are many like it, but this one is mine.

My rifle is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life.

My rifle, without me, is useless. Without my rifle, I am useless. I must fire my rifle true. I must shoot straighter than my enemy who is trying to kill me. I must shoot him before he shoots me. I will...

My rifle and myself know that what counts in this war is not the rounds we fire, the noise of our burst, nor the smoke we make. We know that it is the hits that count. We will hit...

My rifle is human, even as I, because it is my life. Thus, I will learn it as a brother. I will learn its weaknesses, its strength, its parts, its accessories, its sights and its barrel. I will ever guard it against the ravages of weather and damage as I will ever guard my legs, my arms, my eyes and my heart against damage. I will keep my rifle clean and ready. We will become part of each other. We will...

Before God, I swear this creed. My rifle and myself are the defenders of my country. We are the masters of our enemy. We
are the saviors of my life.

So be it, until victory is America's and there is no enemy, but peace!

PS. This is my rifle, this is my gun. This one's for fighting, this one's for fun...: http://usmilitary.about.c...ons/l/blm14.htm

Nawet nie wiedziałem, że Prezydenci wrócili .
W ramach przypomnienia Mach 5

I will survive in my mach 5
In my mach 5 I will survive
Yeah yeah
I will survive in my mach 5
In my mach 5 I will survive
Yeah yeah

I bring the hammer down
A tiny crushin sound
And Im in the yard
Smashing match box cars
An itty bitty crash
And my machine is trash
But Im blastin past
With chickie on the dash
Chickie on the gas
Go chickie

I will survive in my mach 5
In my mach 5 I will survive
Yeah yeah

I will survive in my mach 5
In my mach 5 I will survive
Yeah yeah

The firecracker blow
An urge overload
The wild plastic fire
Smoke from the tire
Layin a little patch
Without a single scratch
Between the hammer and the rock i
Can see bright blue mach 5
Its my mach 5
Oh

Oh my goodness
Its the most beautiful little thing Ive ever seen in my life
Its blue on the outside and all creamy on the interior
Yeah
I cant bring myself to smash it
So I take it for a ride on a sunny summer sunday afternoon
Im riding with the top down
Riding with the top down
Riding with the top down
Hell I blew the top right of my car

I will survive in my mach 5
In my mach 5 I will

I will survive in my mach 5
In my mach 5
Yeah I wanna go
I wanna go
I wanna go
I wanna go

Temat ucichł, więc dam tutaj jeden tekst piosnki, którą słucham ostatnio naokrągło:
Ana Johnsson - Exception

Pride is for the priviliged
Pride is for a few
Who can't afford a conscience clean and morals too
You can't undo what can't be undone
I can't rewind and so I run

Exception, yeah
You are my exception
Exception, yeaaah
Exception

You came to me with confidence
I saw the devil smile
He said "hey here's your second chance"
Redemption for a life
A heart-shaped magic lucky charm
My gift to you will keep me warm

Exception, yeah
You are my exception
Exception, yeaaah

If I can be your angel
Flying through a desert storm
A soothing calm oasis
You will always be my one
Exception
Exception

I had an inner vision
Attacking from behind
A backstabbing illusion
No smoke without a fire
You told the truth I lived a lie
There's nothing I won't sacrifice

Exception, yeah
You are my exception
Exception, yeaaah

If I can be your angel
Flying through a desert storm
A soothing calm oasis
You will always be my one
Exception
You are my exception

Exception, yeah
You are my exception
Exception, yeaaah
Exception

Playlista z 16.06.2009:



Gratulacje dla zwycięzcy w konkursie, w którym nagrodą była książka Witka Łukaszewskiego "Schodami do nieba" . Prawidłową odpowiedzią na pytanie "Skąd wzięła się nazwa zespołu Uriah Heep" było oczywiście "od nazwiska głównego bohatera w powieści "David Copperfield" autorstwa Charlesa Dickensa".

Dziękuję Wszystkim za słuchalność w tym semestrze i do usłyszenia ponownie w październiku!
Udanej sesji i szalonych wakacji

Adam Brzeziński

Psalm 97:1-9

THE REIGN OF GOD

"The Lord reigns, let the earth be glad...." Psalm 97:1

Have you ever stepped on an ant? Does squashing a beetle make you feel big? I have put to death many insects without losing any
sleep.

I can learn a lot from the psalmist. He will not dwell on his strength but on his smallness. And if we see our true size, we can learn
much about God and his reign of righteousness and justice over the universe.

I cannot create a firestorm. But God bellows fire and smoke and blows away his competition. I cannot craft a thunderbolt. But God
directs lightning, and nations cower and run in fear. Before his very presence the earth trembles and mountains give way.

The psalmist wants us to glory in our smallness. When we become impressed with ourselves and act like "big shots," we fall
under God's verdict: all who worship human or man-made images are put to shame.

We are invited to follow the lead of a creation that knows its place. The psalmist tells us that the earth has recognized God's reign
and rejoices!
Have you embraced your smallness before the Lord? We join all creation, including bugs and creeping things, in saying, "You, O LORD,
are the Most High over all the earth."

When we truly see God's greatness, we begin to understand the greatness of his love for us.
Rev. Regi. Smith

Dear Lord, help us to see you as infinitely greater than any of us. We join in singing that "you are exalted far above all...."Because you
reign, we are glad. In Jesus, Amen.

Well said Leuvein

Democracy should also reside in the media place. When the media start to take sides, they start to lose their objectivity. How? By asking the wrong people, and the wrong questions to get the answers they are looking for to manipulate the masses. If you ask around long enough, one can develop a story from smoke rather than the fire. It's a bit like the foreign media talking to the same old same old people about Tonga. Media manipulation can also be done at governance or board level. Look at the media industry in the UK. Sir Richard Branson is questioning the ethics of Rupert Murdoch's News Corp buying into a large media company (ITV) effectively controlling a huge chunk of the major media mediums there (Source: pm Cocoluv for the link) Imagine if you will if we ALL the media was controlled by the govt. That would not be a healthy situation as news would be one-sided. You get the point.

Democracy is about fairness, transparency and objectivity in questioning as well as answering. This is WHY opinions should be based on FACT and can be proven by various sources NOT ONE source. Even with my own opinions, I ask anyone and everyone to research what I say. That is why at times people will reference to show substance.

God help us all if someone/'somebodies' chooses more violence over peace. No one ever lost their life when two people exhibit the hand of friendship and trust. Trust builds bridges, forges new relationships. Without it, people cannot meet in the middle to negotiate and to discuss what matters to us, the people.

Cocoluv

Jt Tac-5 nie jest najlepszym markerem ale to jest mój marker!!! :)
poniżej crede marines dotyczące szanowania swojego karabinu :D

My Rifle (The Creed of a United States Marine)

This is my rifle.

There are many like it, but this one is MINE.

My rifle is my best friend. It is my life.

I must master it as I must master my life.

My rifle without me is useless. Without my rifle, I am useless.

I must fire my rifle true.

I must shoot straighter than my enemy who is trying to kill me.

I must shoot him before he shoots me. I will...

My rifle and myself know that what counts in war is not the rounds we fire,

the noise of our bursts, nor the smoke we make.

We know it is the hits that count. We will hit...

My rifle is human, even as I, because it is my life.

Thus, I will learn it as a brother.

I will learn its weaknesses, its strengths, its parts, its accessories,
its sights, and its barrel.

I will ever guard it against the ravages of weather and damage.

I will keep my rifle clean and ready, even as I am clean and ready.

We will become part of each other. We will...

Before God I swear this creed.

My rifle and myself are the defenders of my country.

We are the masters of our enemy.

We are the saviors of my life.

So be it, until there is no enemy, but PEACE.

-- Maj Gen WH Rupertus

No to nie o to chodzi. Moim zdaniem nie ma takiego odpowiednika polskiego. Po angielsku przysłowie: "nie ma dymu bez ognia" wygląda następująco:
No smoke without fire.

No ale nic, teraz rozwiązujemy zagadkę Linki, mianowicie: Like mother, like daughter. Ja już tego tłumaczyć nie będę, zostawiam ją do rozwiązania innym.

(sorr for any typo..)
Hmm to be true we made Brotherhood a litle more powered.

Becouse we change a litle two special abilities that both of them are in Brotherhood.

First we changed Camuflage: It will give -1 RC penalty to shooting on model with this ability. Always and cumulative with all other penalties (like from smoke, cover etc). It will work alike Guerilla Training.

Pilgrims have this ability.

Shadow Walk: It was unusable. Our change: For one action, model without any test or like can one per turn jump up to 6 inches in any place (no mather you have LOS). If that action brings him in to CC with any model he gain the same bonus as atack From Hide ( opponent cannot brake it with wait action, and your model gains +2 CC + 2 Dam instead normal +1/+1 for charge).

Mortyficators have this ability.

And yes use Fire Missions in Brd. It can be outstanding....

lol
they are REALLY funny.
and whoever thinks they are biased and all that, please get a sense of humour.
i know it doesn't put dragons in the best light possible, but then again, they do have a history, and everyone knows that without a fire there is no smoke.

p.s.i wanna see the comics

It's firing bullets, not arrows, also after shot you see nice cloud of smoke....
After few shots, you can't see anything, if you are standing in this same place, everything is in smoke.....

Anyway, "Battle for Sicily" seems to be useless.... I've found only nice lamellar armour and two interesting turbans (white seems to be same as in rest of mods, but is without shishak)

There is no smoke without fire.

Nie ma dymu bez ognia.
Autor nieznany

There is nothing more horrible
than imagination without taste.

Nie ma nic okropniejszego
niż wyobraźnia bez smaku.
Autor nieznany

There is nothing wrong with sobriety in moderation.

Nie ma nic złego w umiarkowanej trzeźwości.
Autor nieznany

Those who are at war with others
are not at peace with themself.

Ci, co wojują z innymi,
nie są w zgodzie z samym sobą.
Autor nieznany

Though all society is founded on intolerance
all improvement is founded on tolerance.

Jakkolwiek życie społeczne opiera się na nietolerancji,
cały postęp wynika z tolerancji.
Autor nieznany

Time is on our side.

Czas jest po naszej stronie.
Willam Ewart Gladstone (1809 - 1898)

To admire is the only way of imitating without losing originality.

podziw to jedyny sposób imitacji bez utraty oryginalności.
Autor nieznany

To be happy at home is the most important condition of a good life.

Być szczęśliwym w domu to najważniejszy warunek dobrego życia.
Autor nieznany

To be on the spot when the opportunity
for greatness occurs is the essential thing.

Istotną sprawą jest być na miejscu,
kiedy pojawia się szansa na wielkość.
Autor nieznany

To be or not to be, that is the question.

Być albo nie być, oto jest pytanie.
William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616)

There's no smoke without fire
There's no hero without aspire
Theres no place like home
and there's no beer without foam

---

Once there was fourty
Now there are four
Each can fight thirty
'Cause we are so bold

(wiem, to jest marne...)

---

Listen carefully
I'll tell you the story
Of goblin who faught so bravely...

(tu zamiast stroy mogloby byc ballad, ale nie jestem pewien czy wtedy "of" pasuje )

's called 'The Great Vault City Massacre'. I somehow end up killing everyone inside the city. It's best when you're hopped up on Psycho and Jet, combat is on Rough and your combat shotgun only does dmg on critical hits.

You can start being an asshole as early as the Temple of Trials. You can do that by dropping 2 spears on the ground and, when your "last challenge" picks one up to fight you, kill him with the second one. Then get Smoke killed by the Geckos, then tell Nagar you failed to find his dog just so that you can get an extra spear when the Geckos kill him. Then deliberately steal the flint without saving till you get caught by your Aunt. Lie to the bridge guard that you have no spear (while dropping all 3 of them on the ground). This way you'll have killed 2 fellow tribesmen and swindled two other out of their possessions and will feel shitty if you're generally a do-gooder like me. And don't forget to rob the Elder (your mom) and Hakunin of their knives.

True, everyone does that and a again if this is just some small project you're having fun with it hardly matters. However, using other peoples work without asking isn't nice.

Sorki, ale nie mam czasu przet³umaczyæ :

A Polish farmer is ploughing his field when he hits an obstruction in the
soil - a dirty old lamp. He picks it up and rubs it to clean it off, and a
genie appears in a puff of smoke.

"Thank goodness you found my lamp I was getting bored," says the Genie. "I
will grant you any three wishes you desire."

The farmer thinks and thinks and finally says: "I want the Mongols to invade
Poland... and then go home."

The genie looks confused, but he shrugs, and snaps his fingers, and the
Mongols invade. They rampage through the country, looting and pillaging...
and then they go home.

"OK," says the genie, "that was your first wish. What else do you want?"

"I want the Mongols to invade Poland again... and then go home."

The genie sighs. "Fine, it's your wish, I guess." He snaps his fingers
again, and the Mongols return. They set the farmhouse on fire, and steal the
chickens, and then they go home.

"And what is your final wish?" asks the genie.

"I want the Mongols to invade Poland again, and then go home," says the
farmer without hesitation.

So the Mongols invade once again, and steal everything that isn't nailed
down. They steal the farmer's old wife, and his plough, and rough him up a
bit, and then they leave.

As they are both standing in the smoking, ransacked ruins of the farmhouse,
the genie says: "OK, I have to know. What the hell was that about? You could
have wished for anything in the whole world, and you had the Mongols invade
your own country three times, and totally destroy it. Why?!"

The farmer looks very pleased with himself. "Well, you see, in order to
invade us three times and go home, they had to go through Russia six times!"

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Celine Dion - ze wzgledu na tekst- a nie ze względu na jej talenta wokalne

"If That’s What It Takes"

You’re the bravest of hearts, you’re the strongest of souls
You’re my light in the dark, you’re the place I call home
You can say it’s all right, but I know that you’re breaking up inside
I see it in your eyes
Even you face the night afraid and alone
That’s why I’ll be there

When the storm rises up, when the shadows descend
Ev’ry beat of my heart, ev’ry day without end
Ev’ry second I live, that’s the promise I make
Baby, that’s what I’ll give, if that’s what it takes
If that’s what it takes

You can sleep in my arms, you don’t have to explain
When your heart’s crying out, baby, whisper my name
’cause I’ve reached out for you when the thunder is crashing up above
You’ve given me your love
When your smile like the sun that shines through the pain
That’s why I’ll be there

When the storm rises up, when the shadows descend
Ev’ry beat of my heart, ev’ry day without end
I will stand like a rock, I will bend till I break
Till there’s no more to give, if that’s what it takes
I will risk everything, I will fight, I will bleed
I will lay down my life, if that’s what you need
Ev’ry second I live, that’s the promise I make
Baby, that’s what I’ll give, if that’s what it takes

Through the wind and the rain, through the smoke and the fire
When the fear rises up, when the wave’s ever higher
I will lay down my heart, my body, my soul
I will hold on all night and never let go
Ev’ry second I live, that’s the promise I make
Baby, that’s what I’ll give, if that’s what it takes

If that’s what it takes
Every day
If that’s what it takes
Every day ...

A nie mówiłam , że typem dawcy jestem ???

The burning started long before 16/11 Suka.

It started with the heated corruption in the Royal house over Tongasat, .to and Peau Vava'u, it then grew to a smoke screen around the TEBP/Shoreline give away, the embers then spread with the refusal of the king and sevele to listen to the peoples request for reform, and with the TDS prevented from acting the sparks were able to ignite the a fire on 16/11.

The fire spread with the governments admission of innocent civilians being bashed by the TDS, and the framed arrest of the PR's.

The bush fire now rages with the tax payers forking out 2 million more for Shorelines in competency, and the government being belligerent with the NCPR report.

Unless Sevele understands the the consequences pyro - technology, he along with the king will continue to fuel this fire until it destroys everything in Tonga.

Suka do you think its that destruction of a city can be caused by something that seems so insignificant like the size of a match. ??




Likewise, you are entitled to your opinion. But until the judge gives his verdict i wont pass judgement on the demos. That is for the court to decide.

Its interesting that a person is able to be seditious against MP's of the democratic party, without being charged, but to be seditious against any other MP or the Royal house, then you go to jail.

Equity only applies when you have an alliance with the king.

Suka: according to your analysis:

-Tonga has police their responsibility is to uphold the law,
-Tonga has a fire brigade, their responsibility is to quench the fires of burning buildings,
-Tonga has the TDS, but according to you, they have no purpose.

Yes Suka, you are entitled to your opinion, but I won't buy it. I may be unintelligent, but I'm not stupid.

Just because a person is blackended from the effects of being engulfed in a fire, doesn't mean he lit the match.

.

Jedna z ulubionych:

Iron Maiden - The Trooper

You'll take my life but I'll take yours too
You'll fire your musket but I'll run you through
So when you're waiting for the next attack
You'd better stand there's no turning back.

The Bugle sounds and the charge begins
But on this battlefield no one wins
The smell of acrid smoke and horses breath
As I plunge on into certain death.

The horse he sweats with fear we break to run
The mighty roar of the Russian guns
And as we race towards the human wall
The screams of pain as my comrades fall.

We hurdle bodies that lay on the ground
And the Russians fire another round
We get so near yet so far away
We won't live to fight another day.

We get so close near enough to fight
When a Russian gets me in his sights
He pulls the trigger and I feel the blow
A burst of rounds take my horse below.

And as I lay there gazing at the sky
My body's numb and my throat is dry
And as I lay forgotten and alone
Without a tear I draw my parting groan.

I kawałek, który chodzi za mną od dłuzszego czasu:

Tyr - Haile To The Hammer

Longing eyes turn into the sun
Low in the winter
Grey as a wolf now the wind has come
Cold as a hunter

Ride across the sky, thunder roll and lightning fly
Gone is the summer
What will keep us warm in the winter
Tales of those who died, sword in hand in times gone by
HAIL TO THE HAMMER

Narrow eyes turn against the wind
Out from the ocean
Until the day when we sail again
Life is a long pain

Ride across the sky, thunder roll and lightning fly
Gone is the summer
What will keep us warm in the winter
Tales of those who died, sword in hand in times gone by
HAIL TO THE HAMMER

To the god of thunder
The god that's protecting us all
All hail to the giant hunter
And hail to the forces of nature all

Ride across the sky, thunder roll and lightning fly
Gone is the summer
What will keep us warm in the winter
Tales of those who died, sword in hand in times gone by
HAIL TO THE HAMMER

Ask no questions, hear no lies
There's no smoke, without a fire

A Polish farmer is ploughing his field when he hits an obstruction in the soil - a dirty old lamp. He picks it up and rubs it to clean it off, and a genie appears in a puff of smoke.

"Thank goodness you found my lamp I was getting bored," says the Genie. "I will grant you any three wishes you desire."

The farmer thinks and thinks and finally says: "I want the Mongols to invade Poland... and then go home."

The genie looks confused, but he shrugs, and snaps his fingers, and the Mongols invade. They rampage through the country, looting and pillaging... and then they go home.

"OK," says the genie, "that was your first wish. What else do you want?"

"I want the Mongols to invade Poland again... and then go home."

The genie sighs. "Fine, it's your wish, I guess." He snaps his fingers again, and the Mongols return. They set the farmhouse on fire, and steal the chickens, and then they go home.

"And what is your final wish?" asks the genie.

"I want the Mongols to invade Poland again, and then go home," says the farmer without hesitation.

So the Mongols invade once again, and steal everything that isn't nailed down. They steal the farmer's old wife, and his plough, and rough him up a bit, and then they leave.

As they are both standing in the smoking, ransacked ruins of the farmhouse, the genie says: "OK, I have to know. What the hell was that about? You could have wished for anything in the whole world, and you had the Mongols invade your own country three times, and totally destroy it. Why?!"

The farmer looks very pleased with himself. "Well, you see, in order to invade us three times and go home, they had to go through Russia six times!"

50-ish RAYGUNS! (with cool zapping lightings. cheesy sound fx, etc.)

Vinyl. Ever got hit by a record in the face? Better don't try it!

Lots of weird sixguns.

A jar with mutant bees. <- teh tribal 'nade

Or maybe mutated Frogs/lizards etc. The generate high explosive liquids in their bodies when under stress.... so break their legs and toss 'em on teh hostile onez!

Some commies weapons with weird ammo calibres. Rare ammo but lotsa DAKKA!

Sonic Blaster or something... you can connect it to e-guitars or synthesizers or other audio hardware you find in teh wastez.... (you can play your mp3s but remixed bizzarly by the gun to sound deadly [maybe they even can be really deadly, so all jerks playing the game will die] )

My ex-girlfriend.

Acid-in-teh-jar. (see bees-in-teh-jar)

A bong. You can smoke it and get high... wait a minute... that's no weapon!

Tuned-BIC-lighter -> jerk's flamer

Illegal firecrackers from tijuana.

(hail to TANK GIRL):

A silver ball with spikes and blades inside. If you clap twice, it fucks up the hand of the one who holds it...
Imagine:
You want to get rid of a guard. The guard is stronger than you and he's got more dakka in his holster. So?
You "drop" something silver.... bling bling.... awww... how seductive! So teh jerk picks it up.
*clap-clap*
You can now easily take him out without beeing killed by his superior gun coz his hand was minced.
(The should be just 1 such thing in the whole game... kinda a gift from a female tank driver or sth... )

Smartgun-Tuneup for ALL TEH GUNS YOU CAN FIND!

Crossbows.

Ghoul-Pee. (Pee-in-teh-jar)

Ghoul-Poo. (Poo-in-teh-jar)

(Both extremly toxic and radioactive... and let's even say it's corrosive and possesed by demons !)

Something like a bozar, but please... NO BURST FIRE! Ridiculous...

Ok. I'm out. :arrow:

Tabis was an entirely different place when the sun went down. The streets were emptied of their day crowds, and the stalls were put away. Only the toughest of crowds would spend any amount of time on the streets at this time. Especially with the raiders intrusion on Tabis soil, it was now that the drunken hoards of bandits would be looking for a good time, and the rest of the town would be busy avoiding them.

It was late evening, and two figures were sat around a small fire. The Ghoul had natural night vision, and even if the Slayer didn’t, he would always pretend he did. The fire was simply a signal, these outskirts were hard to navigate, and they were expecting someone. While it might have been an obvious signal to any raider parties wandering around, but most would be too drunk to care by now.

Talking the Ghoul into waiting for the others had been hard, but eventually he had agreed. Fang was not certain what they would say, but he was going to offer them an invitation to join him. Over the hours that had passed since their meeting and nightfall, the ghoul had explained all about the tunnels, and the bases in the sewers.

He called himself Patch, which to Fang sounded a more appropriate name for a pet than a person, though it was derived from the fact that the Ghoul was wearing a patch over one eye, and perhaps poking a little fun at the stereotypical view of his kind.

Fang had spoken with none of his brethren since their previous meeting, when this one had been scheduled, and he had no idea what their responses would be to the fact that his assassination on Kroeger had failed. Or what they would have to say about all the gunfire coming from the junkyard.

Perhaps, Patch supposed – Fang still thought that was an unusual name, but perhaps not much more so than his own – that with so many raiders dead, and Kroeger fleeing for his life, there was now gain in Mckinner’s death. But first, Fang would be taken to the Place of the Ghouls, and he would meet with the one who called himself Grim.

Fang looked at his pip boy, it was almost time. He had a feeling that they would be able to find their way to him even without the smoke drifting off of the fire, which had been going for what seemed like hours. Nonetheless, it some how made Fang feel safer with some source of light, if only to watch for raider attacks.

Eventually, and there was the striking of some distant bell, the first figure appeared in the shadows

"If we cannot live proudly, we die so!"
-Eladamri, Lord of Leaves

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25 Ta Life Strenght Through Unity
25 Ta Life ST
25 Ta Life Friendship Loyalty Commitment
AC/DC Blow Up Your Video
AC/DC Let There Be rock
AC/DC For Those About To Rock
Accursed A Fascist State
Agnostic Front Cause For Alarm
Agnostic Front Riot, Riot Upstart
Agnostic Front Live At CBGB
Agnostic Front Sometnings Gotta Give
Amen Grind The Bastards Down!
Antishism Still Life
Apatia Odejd¼ Lub Zostañ
Articles Of Faith  Core
B.S.G. Warm Inside
Better Than A Thousand Self Worth
Better Than A Thousand Value Driven
Biohazard State Of The World Adress
Blood For Blood Spit My Last Breath
Blood For Blood Revenge On Society
Bonesaw Written In Stone
Born Against The Rebel Sound Of Shit And Failure
Breakdown Plus Minus
Cause For Alarm Beneath The Wheel
Cause For Alarm Cheaters And Cheated
Cause For Alarm ST
Cock Sparrer Bloody Minded
Comin Correct One Scene Unity
Concrete Sox No World Order
Cro Mags Hard Time In An Age Of Quarrel
Demon Joker Junior Once In A Blue Moon
Discipline Love The Neighbor
DRI Crossover
Dropkick Murphys The Early Years
Dropkick Murphys Do Or Die
Extreme Noise Terror A Holocaust In Your Head
H2O Thicker Than Water
Hammerheas Stay Where The Pepper Grows
Headcleaner I Against I
Ignite Past Our Means
Integrity Seasons In The Size Of Days
Judge Bringin' It Down
King Diamond The Eye
LARD The Last Temptation Of Reid
LARD Power Of Lard
MDC Smoke Signals
MDC Metal Devil Cokes
MDC Millions Of Damn Christians
MDC Shades Of Brown
Misconduct Another Time
Murphy's Law The Best Of Times
Nations On Fire Burn Again
Neurosis The Word As Law
No For An Answer ST
No Innocent Victim Flesh And Blood
No Redeeming Social Value Rocks The Party
Pantera Vulgar Display Of Power
Pitbull ST
Poison Idea Feel The Darkness
Poison Idea Dutch Courage
Poison Idea The Early Years
Post Regiment ST
Pro-Pain Foul Taste Of Freedom
Raised Fist Fuel
Rattus Taalta Tullaan Kuolema
Raw Power Too Tought To Burn
Redemption 87 ST
Rised Fist You're Not Like Me
Rostock Vampires Torment Of Transformation
SFA Solace
Sheer Terror Ugly And Proud
Sheer Terror Old, New Borrowed And Blue
Shutdown Against All Odds
Sick Of It All Just Look Around
Sick Of It All Blood, Sweat And No Tears
Side By Side You're Only Young Once. So Do It Right
Skit System Gra Vald / Svarta Tankar
Slapshot Olde Tyme Hardcore
Slapshot Sudden Death Overtime
Slapshot Blast Furnace
Slapshot 16 Valve Hate
Slapshot Unconsciousness
So Much Hate Lies
Stormcore To The Point
Strife One Truth
Subzero Happines Without Peace
Terveet Kadet Hardcore Brutality
Terveet Kadet Doomed Alien Race
The Fartz Becouse This Fuckin' World Still Stinks
The Kreuzen Cement
Token Entry From Beneath The Streets
Toxic Bonkers Blindless
Toy Dolls Wakey Wakey
US Bombs The World
V/A Cause For Alarm / Warzone
V/A Ignite / X-Acto - Benefit
V/A Not So Quiet On The Western Front
V/A Distortion To Hell Again
V/A Golden Shower Of 72 Hits - 2CD Lost And Found Records
V/A Discharged
V/A SKTC / Schizma
V/A Your Deserve Even Worse
V/A It Ain't Where You're From. It's Where You're Are At
V/A Die Now
V/A Hold Your Ground
V/A Tribute To 7 Seconds - Fight The World Not Each Other
V/A In Crust We Trust
V/A . And The Fun Just Never Ends
V/A Satisfaction Guaranteed
V/A Give'm The Boot 2
V/A The Way It Is
V/A The Way Is Is - Europeand Hardcore
V/A IT's All Good
Verbal Assault ST
Vision Of Disorder Still
Vision Of Disorder One And The Same
Warzone Dont' Forget The Struggle Don't Forget The Streets / Open Your Eyes
Youth Of Today Break Down The Walls
Youth Of Today We're Not In This Alone
Youth Of Today Can't Close My Eyes
Yuppicide Live
Yuppicide Fear Love

Czy mozna znalesc cos w sieci w tym stylu, tylko dotyczace polskiego wojska
i polskich weteranow.  Tutaj jesttego duzo i nawet sie neizle prezentuje.
http://www.reoutfitters.com/WeSupportU/WeSupportU.htm
http://home.insightbb.com/~armedforcestribute/

A ta piosenka jest nie tylko prwadziwa dla kanadyjskich weteranow (bazuje na
prawdziwym wydzrzeniu).  Polecam jej posluchac.( 11 listopada to Dzien
Weterana w Kanadzie i w USA)
http://www.army.gc.ca/chief_land_staff/remembrance/English/video.asp

Na koniec cos mniej powaznego
the various military ways of killing a snake
Infantry: Snake smells them, leaves area.

Airborne: Lands on and kills the snake.

Armor: Runs over snake, laughs, and looks for more snakes.

Army Aviation: Has GPS grid to snake. Couldn't find snake. Back to base for
crew rest and manicure.

Ranger: Plays with snake then eats it.

Navy: Fires off 50 cruise missiles from various types of ships, kills snake
and makes presentation to Senate Appropriations Committee on how Naval
forces are the most cost-effective means of anti-snake force projection.

Navy SEAL: Expends all ammunition and calls for naval gunfire support in
failed attempt to kill snake. Snake bites SEAL and retreats to safety.
Hollywood makes fantasy film in which SEALS kill Muslim extremist snakes.

Field Artillery: Kills snake with massive Time On Target barrage with three
Forward Artillery Brigades in support. Kills several hundred civilians as
unavoidable collateral damage. Mission is considered a success and all
participants (Cooks, Mechanics, Clerks, etc....) are awarded Silver Stars.

Marine: Kills snake by accident while looking for souvenirs. Local civilians
demand removal of all US forces from Area of Operations.

Marine Recon: Follows snake and gets lost.

Combat Controllers: Guides the snake elsewhere.

Para-Rescue: Wounds the snake in the first encounter, then feverishly works
to save the snakes life.

Combat Engineer: Studies snake. Prepares in depth doctrinal thesis in
obscure 5 series FM about how to defeat snake using counter mobililty
assets. Complains that maneuver forces don't understand how to properly
conduct doctrinal counter-snake operations. (Engineer School tries to hide
the fact that M9 ACE proves ineffective against snakes).

Special Forces: Makes contact with the snake, builds rapport, wins its heart
and mind, and then trains it to kill other snakes.

Supply: (NOTICE: Your anti-snake equipment is on backorder.)

Transport Pilot: Receives call for anti-snake equipment, and delivers two
weeks after due date.

F-15 Pilot: Mis-identifies snake as enemy Mil-24 Hind helicopter and engages
with missiles. Crew chief paints snake kill on aircraft.

F-16 Pilot: Finds snake, drops two CBU-87 cluster bombs, and misses snake
target, but get direct hit on Embassy 100 KM East of snake due to weather
(Too hot also too cold, was clear but too overcast, too dry with rain,
unlimited ceiling with low cloud cover etc.) Claims that purchasing multi-
million dollar, high-tech snake-killing device will enable it in the future
to kill all snakes and achieve a revolution in military affairs.

AH-64 Apache Pilot: Unable to locate snake, snakes don't show well on infra-
red. Infrared only operable in desert AO's without power lines or SAM's.

UH-60 Blackhawk Pilot: Finds snake on fourth pass after snake builds
bonfire, pops smoke, lays out VS 17 to mark Landing Zone. Rotor wash blows
snake into fire.

B-52 Pilot: Pulls ARCLIGHT mission on snake, kills snake and every other
living thing within two miles of target.

Missile Crew: Lays in target coordinates to snake in 20 seconds, but can't
receive authorization from National Command Authority to use nuclear weapons.

Intelligence Officer: Snake? What snake? Only four of 35 indicators of snake
activity are currently active. We assess the potential for snake activity as
LOW.

Judge Advocate General (JAG): Snake declines to bite, citing grounds of
profession

__________________

Na stronce:
http://kalais.angrenost.org/other.php#lvl70+
pojawi?? si??? niedawno opis nowych skill??w.
Podobno dost???pne s??? one tylko w wersji supportowanej przez MGame (czyli chyba krko?), ale w przysz??o??ci maj??? sta??? si??? standardem.

Gdy sprawdza??em na stronie MGame skille to cz???????? nich si??? pokrywa??a z poni??szym opisem, ale nie wszystkie (niekt??rych nie by??o). Tak wi???c ci?????ko mi jednoznacznie okre??li??? wirygodno????? tych danych.

Yasbir odsłania nieco tajemnic nieco koślawym angielskim,ale to próblem każdego międzynarodowego forum

zajebiście podoba mi się zmiana LVZ, wreszcie nie bedzie tak że typek z msv czy chainem stoi w dymku i praży a ty mozesz sobie palcem w nosie grzebać w odpowiedzi reszta też wydaje sie byc zacna. tagi za 2 i 3 swc cóż,czego nie wydam na support pojdzie na taga

A my byśmy przecież chcieli żeby toto samo strzelało, samo trafiało, samo się czyściło i jeszcze ziemniaki obierało na komendę.

Moja broń świadczy o mnie - nikt mi nie wmówi, że da się zrobić bezobsługową broń strzelecką. Zawsze trzeba było, trzeba, i trzeba będzie ją czyści i wprawiać się w jej obsłudze. Niby takie proste. A le dzięki naszej kochanej Policji i indolencji MON w zakresie szkolenia strzeleckiego mamy to co mamy - nie dziwię się.

A jak sie powinno to robić.

Credo żołnierza Korpusu Piechoty Morskiej USA:

This is my rifle.

There are many like it, but this one is MINE.

My rifle is my best friend. It is my life.

I must master it as I must master my life.

My rifle without me is useless. Without my rifle, I am useless.

I must fire my rifle true.

I must shoot straighter than my enemy who is trying to kill me.

I must shoot him before he shoots me. I will...

My rifle and myself know that what counts in war is not the rounds we fire,

the noise of our bursts, nor the smoke we make.

We know it is the hits that count. We will hit...

My rifle is human, even as I, because it is my life.

Thus, I will learn it as a brother.

I will learn its weaknesses, its strengths, its parts, its accessories,
its sights, and its barrel.

I will ever guard it against the ravages of weather and damage.

I will keep my rifle clean and ready, even as I am clean and ready.

We will become part of each other. We will...

Before God I swear this creed.

My rifle and myself are the defenders of my country.

We are the masters of our enemy.

We are the saviors of my life.

So be it, until there is no enemy, but PEACE.

-- Maj Gen WH Rupertus

Za dużo patosu, może i tak, byle był tylko skuteczny.

PS. Może by tak kapelani czytali z ambony częściej to credo? .

Na forum jest zwyczaj tłumaczenia tekstów obcojęzycznych kiedy je podajemy

Kolejny fragment:

“If we brought a parade with us, we would have attracted attention, “Tony reminded him.
Agent Chet Blackburn, the assault team leader, stuck his helmeted head into the cab. “Maybe we should have used an assault chopper.”
Jack glanced at Blackburn, looked away. “We couldn’t risk bringing a chopper into the airport. Too much air traffic.”
“I see three men on the ground. There’s another inside the vehicle.” Tony’s voice was flat, but his hands were putting the steering wheel in a choke hold.
“Get this van as close as you can without letting them know we’re coming,” said Jack.
“Too late,” said Tony.” One guy definitely sees us.”
Tony slowed the truck. ”Listen, Jack. All they’re really seeing is the maintenance van coming their way. But trucks like this are all over the airport. Why don’t we just roll past the target, circle around, and come up behind them using the power shed for cover. Otherwise we’re sure to end up in firefight.”
Jack visualized the maneuver, nodded. “Okay. We’ll try it.”
Gina Costigan’s voice crackled in Jack’s headset once again. “Special Agent Bauer?”
“Yes.”
“We have an aircraft approaching runway seven from the southwest. It’s National Express Cargo Flight 111 out of Austin, Texas. General manifest. Crew of three… It’s less than two minutes away, sir…”
Bauer digested the information as the van steadily approached the suspects. For long time, no one around the black Explorer moved, though at least one of the occupants was monitoring them. Finally, one of the men turn his back, on the maintenance van, went down on one knee, and pointed an unfamiliar object at the sky. Ever from a distance, the device appeared ominous-two black tubes on a metal handle. The device must have been unwieldy; the man rested it on his shoulder to steady it.
“That’s the weapon, “said Jack. “Some new kin of surface-to-air missile. Looks like they’re locking onto a target.”
Tony sounded doubtful. “You sure?”
“We don’t have time to be sure. We have to move now. Hit it.”
Tony smashed the gas pedal, the van shot forward, and Jack was jolted back in his seat by the abrupt acceleration.
“Lock and load,” bellowed Agent Blackburn inside the rocking cargo bay.
Gina Costigan slammed the lid of the laptop, drew the Heckler and Koch UMP out of her Velcro back strap. She slid a twenty-five-round magazine into the state-of-the-art submachine gun, switched the fire selector to semi-automatic, and lowered the visor on her helmet.
Ahead, the man remained on his knees beside the black Explorer, seemingly oblivious to their approach. On his shoulder, the deviance was still pointed at the cloudless sky, where the silhouette of an aircraft had appeared. Suddenly one of the other men pointed towards the maintenance van and drew a weapon.
“Artillery! Get down!” Bauer warned.
The first shot blew out the windshield and roared through a cargo bay. It punched an exit hole in the rear door large enough to shake it off its hinges. Daylight flooded the cargo area as the steel door broke free.
Outside, the shooter aimed the .357 again-this time at Jack Bauer. Almeida swerved the vehicle onto a concrete access plate. When the front wheel struck, the van bounced high enough for the second shot to slam into the engine block instead of the cab. The van began to bellow steam and smoke as the engine locked. Forward momentum carried the stalled vehicle closer to the suspects, who were all scrambling for cover by now. Another shot blasted through the already-shattered window and into the cargo area. This time Jack heard a meaty thwack, a cry of surprise. Someone had been hit.
Finally the white van rolled to a halt, not fifteen yards from the Ford Explorer.

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mi sto imbattendo in interviste recenti, questa è una di esse e risale al 18 giugno 2007!

Life of Brian

Dressed in black, with perfectly epilated chest, doesn't take off his dark glasses and with boots on in spite of the heat. We have an appointment with the greatest alternative singer from the Island after Thom Yorke.

Three years ago Placebo played in Bulgaria, disappointed of the venue and charmed by the audience. After he recklessly threw himself into the audience, the singer even shared with us that he hadn't been touched by so many people for the last 5 years. This time Placebo were even more emotional, they changed guitars for each song and staked on long codes. An hour before the concert I am sitting with Brian in a stuffy room somewhere along the Winter Palace's corridors . He lights a cig. A nicotine one.

Svetoslav Petrov: Last time you were in Bulgaria you smoked Camel, too!
Brian Molko: Well, let's hope next time I come I won't smoke any, ha-ha.

S.P.: Aren't you sick of playing the songs of your last album, Meds?
B.M.: Ha-ha, no. Why are you so negative? Are you bored?

S.P.: Not at all. But aren't you tired of the tour, yet?
B.M.: Here it goes again. You're tired blah blah blah. You've said it again!?

S.P.: Relax, I have positive questions as well.
B.M.: You are going to make me feel bad even before going onstage. Today is a beautiful sunny day. All girls are walking around almost without any clothes on.

S.P.: One of these girls is waiting for you outside for an interview. (Elena Peneva from dnes.bg)
B.M.: Well.. in that case you have to hurry up, my friend.

S.P.: Have you recorded something new while travelling?
B.M.: No. We had some tiny ideas, but we are focused on doing amazing gigs.

S.P.: At what stage do you start to think of the cover of the album and the image of the project?
B.M.: Oh, at the final one. How can you deal with things like these without the finished product which would inspire it? The aim of the artwork is to give the final touch and to present our ideas even better.

S.P.: What do you think about musicians like Pete Doherty and Amy Winehouse, who seem to have turned their problems with certain substances part of their charisma?
B.M.: Let's say it this way - as an artist I would feel very bad to be more famous for my narco problems than for my music. Anyone can sleep with Kate Moss and take drugs. But I am more tempted to touch people with my art , to write something that can converse with them. What's the point of being the next rock&roll cliche?

S.P.: What do you listen lately?
B.M.: The last albums of the Queens of the Stone age and Eagles of Death Metal . As well as Arcade Fire.

S.P.: You like HipHop as well. Do you feel like recording such a song?
B.M.: I despise gangsta' rap and all the money , women, and big cars that go with it . We've tried to experiment with such elements in songs like ‶Spite and Malice. from the album Black Market Music, but we don't feel like repeating.

S.P.: You have made duets with David Bowie, Michael Stipe, and Alison from the Kills. Do you want to record with somebody else?
B.M.: I would be pleased to make something with Bjork. She is one of the most fantastic musicians for the last few years . But first we should make an appropriate song. I'm certainly not walking around with a list of people who we would like to work with, although there are volunteers all the time.

S.P.: Did you manage to concur the US?
B.M.: NO, but we want to, ha-ha. Now we are going on one big tour with Linkin Park, HIM and My Chemical Romance, so we'll see.

S.P.: Five years ago Kerrang magazine called you the last big rockstar of Great Britain. How did you feel then?
B.M.: It's almost unbelievable what kind of things people can write. I could not care less about this.

S.P.:And finally, what's your favorite abuse lately?
B.M.: You fukin' fukin' motherfucker.

Hello JLO,

The problem with your tangible God is that you subject him to mortality and coruption. Jesus human flesh was also subjected to that of matter and form, just like us human which subject him to corruption. But Jesus was the word of God that became flesh. What was pure divinity in nature enter a human body and became fully man and fully God at the sametime, hence having two nature. You have reduce God from infinity to tangible existence; tangibility in body logically end with death and decay. Jesus rose from the dead because of his divinity, and by the power of the Holy Spirit.

What do we mean when we say BE-ING? To BE- means to be outthere real.
We must keep in mind that Jesus was Pure actuality, just existence Himself before being formed into a physical substance in a womb of a woman. All of us belongs to a certain kind of existence or be-ings. We are human be-ing or human in existence, there are other kind of be-ing (existence) such as animal being or vegetable being, even angelic being. Anything that exist or thought of belong to its own realm of beings, just as we belong to human beings. God Himself is BE-ING or EXISTENCE. He is to only BE-ing that was never created. For us to limit him to a physical tangible body is to confine him to limitation, which affect his attribute of Absolute EXistence. To say that "God embodied in a physical body without affecting his attribute" is a very absurd statement philosphically. What is embodied implies limitation; Christ embodied in his physical form subjected him to death on the cross.

The vision that the Propeht Joseph Smith saw is a copy of many of the visions that is told to us in the Bible: read the story of the transfiguration of Christ where the same vision is taking place.

The explanation of the two distinct godhead were not original to Joseph Smith, it has been around for well over 1500 years, and sorry to say, it is not the teaching of the Bible.

The plurality which you speak of in the book of Genesis speaks of the nature of the Trinity. No where in the Old Testament where you will find that the Jews believed in two God's, but there faith conviction remain steadfast to the belief, "hear 'o Israel the Lord your God is One." The belief in the One God is not a new teaching, it has been with man since their acknowledgement of the existing of God. Even Jesus at the end confirm this truth when he said to Timothy, "haven't I been with you long enough; when you see Me you see the Father, for the father lives in me and I in Him, the Father and I are one." Jesus indeed is the perfect shadow who mirrors the Father.

I must thank you JLO for your contribution in sheding light to the understanding of God according to Mormonism. Your sharing is the most clear view given to us by any Mormons here online. At the end of day, we are all left with faith, for we are all are guided by a certain theology based on our intellectual reflection on God.

Let me leave you with this analogy: Fire is a thing that is of one substance, yet many things can be seen from it; flame or light; smoke; the feeling of heat; colours; smoke turns to vapor comeback in the form of water or snow. This small analogy can never fully describes the mystery of the trinity, but it will shed light to what we mean by "Jesus and the Father are of one substance, of the same essence."

Blundell.

The reason that I opposed to the loan of $115 million dollars is based on economics.

The consequences for Tonga loaning this money is devastating.

Despite the hon Minister of Finance finally addressing my questions of concern and advising the public that the tax payer will not pay for this loan- I find it a little hard to believe.

More Over- the Hon minister of Finanace has not disclosed to the public the full details of the loan conditions and what the consequences will be upon those that have gone guarantor.

The Min of Finance says that the funds will be given to Tonga and then the Tongan government will on-lend the funds to each individual business.

Just how, when and how much will go through the fingers of whom is my concern.

Shoreline has gone guarantor for the loan, as has Molisi and a few other businesses. The government has gone second guarantor.

What i find confusing is this.

Shoreline claims that all its financial records were destroyed in the fire of 16/11. Despite the Manilala brothers claiming this- I know for a fact that that is a lie.

Shoreline maintains a backup of its data (including its financial data) at the NOC located behind the palace. I could even provide details of who, where when...I could even go as far and provide figures. But that would be far too embarrassing for Shoreline.

But lets assume for a moment that Shoreline did in fact lose all its financial data in 16/11. How could it then provide assurance for this loan and be a guarantor? Shoreline has no data to prove its financial integrity does it??

No bank would allow Shoreline to be a guarantor for a 100 million loan without providing financial data to prove its financial viability.

Blundell, when you ask the bank for a loan, you need to provide financial records to prove your financial viability right?? Shoreline is no different. In fact Shoreline has already fallen foul of the banks previously, ANZ refused Shoreline additional funding for a loan in 2003.

So why did Shoreline lie to the government by telling the cabinet that all its financial records were destroyed? What have they got to hide?

Blundell remember - Where there is smoke----there is fire.

When Shoreline mixes lies with a $115 million dollar loan, someone will end up getting burnt...The people of Tonga.

Blundell believe me when I tell you this. This loan is not Kocher. There are many devils inside the loan details that have not been disclosed to the public. Tonga will pay a hefty price for this for generations to come.

The price will be much higher than you anticipate

.

OH

CIARA (feat. LUDACRIS)

[Verse 1:]
This is where they stay crunk, throw it up, dubs on tha Caddillac
White tees, Nikes, gangstas dont know how to act
Adamsville, Bankhead, College Park, Carver Homes
Hummers floatin on chrome
Chokin' on that home-grown
They got that southern cookin'
They got them fellas lookin'
Thinkin' I was easy I can see it
That's when I say no, what fo'?
Shawty can't handle this
Ciara got that fire like

[Hook:]
Oh, 'round here we ridin' slow
We keep it gutta, you should know
Gettin' crunk off in tha club we gets low, oh
Oh (oh), all my ladies to tha flo'
Handle it ladies back it up
Gettin crunk up in tha club we gets low, oh

[Verse 2:]
Buddy take a new whip, paint strip, into a bowlin' ball
Still smoke hundred spokes, wood-grain armor-all
Light-skinned thick chicks, fellas call 'em redbones
Close cuts, braids, long, gangstas love 'em all
They got that southern cookin'
They got them fellas lookin'
Wishin' I was easy I can see it
That's when I say no, what fo'?
Shawty can't handle this
Ciara got that fire like

[Hook:]
Oh, 'round here we ridin' slow
We keep it gutta, you should know
Gettin' crunk off in tha club we gets low, oh
Oh (oh), all my ladies to tha flo'
Handle it ladies back it up
Gettin crunk up in tha club we gets low, oh

[Rap (Luda):]
Southern-style, get wild, old skools comin’ down in a different color whip (whip, whip)
Picture perfect, you might wanna take a flick flick flick flick flick
Call up Jazze tell him pop up the bottles cuz we got another hit (hit, hit)
Wanna go platinum? Im who you should get get get get get
Ludacris on tha track, get back trick, switch on tha ‘Lac, Im flexin still
Same price every time, hot song, jumped on cuz Ciara got sex appeal
And I keep the meanest, cleanest, baddest, spinnin on stainless wheels
Could care less about your genus, I bump ya status, I keep the stainless steel
Trunk-rattlin’ what’s happenin’, huh?
I don’t even think I need to speed
Bass-travelin’, face-crackilin’ huh?
Turn it up and make the speakers bleed
Dirty south we ballin’ dawg
And neva think about fallin dawg
Ghetto harmonizing, surprising, runnin back cuz tha song is cold

[Hook: (2x)]
Oh, 'round here we ridin' slow
We keep it gutta, you should know
Gettin' crunk off in tha club we gets low, oh
Oh (oh), all my ladies to tha flo'
Handle it ladies back it up
Gettin crunk up in tha club we gets low, oh

NEVER CAN SAY GOODBYE

JACKSON 5

Never can say goodbye, no no no no
I never can say goodbye.

Even though the pain and heartache seem to follow me where I go,
Tho' I tried and tried to hide my feelings, they always seem to show.
Then you try to say you're leaving me and I always have to say no.
Tell me why is it so?

But I never can say goodbye, no no no no
I never can say goodbye.

Every time I think I've had enough and start heading for the door
There's a very strange vibration piercing me right to the core.
It says, "Turn around, you fool, you know you love him more and more."
Tell me why is it so?

Don't wanna let you go.
Never can say goodbye.
Boy oo oo baby.
Never can say goodbye.
No no no no no oo.
Oh, I never can say goodbye.
Boy oo oo.
I never can say goodbye.
No no no no no oo.

Never can say goodbye, no no no no
I never can say goodbye.

I keep thinkin' that our problems are all gonna work out
But there's that same unhappy feelin', there's that anguish, there's that doubt.
It's that same old dizzy hang up, can't do with you or without.
Tell me why? Is it so?

Don't wanna let you go.
Never can say goodbye.
Boy oo oo baby.
Never can say goodbye.
No no no no no oo.
Oh, I never can say goodbye.
Boy oo oo.
I never can say goodbye.
No no no no no oo.

Troche nowości.





Wiecej screenów na stronie BF-NEWS.

Kto umie niemiecki niech sie cieszy.

I jeszcze kilka informacji na temat BF2:

- During the sprint you cant use your weapons and after the sprint it takes some time till the crosshair retuns to normal.
- Most weapons have rate of fire control (single, burst, auto).
- For the moment the video card must support 1.6 shader and that 3ghz and 6800 or x800 will run the game great, but it will also run well on slower PC's.
- Snipers have camouflage with a scope that is similar to the one in counter-strike.
- Assault class has more armor.
- Grenades can cause some damage to tanks.
- Medics can revive dead teammates within 10 seconds.
- A medic's defibrillator is a one shot kill weapon when used on the enemy.
- Anti-tank rockets require some skill to aim and guide the rockets.

Update #1 wiecej info:

SNIPER:
They can act as forward observers for the commander and can do considerable damage to the infantry. The sniper has a ghillie suit that camouflage him well to his surroundings. US scope resembles the one in counter strike, and the Russian scope resembles to the one in DC only with better resolution. Armed with knife, pistol, rifle with scope, binoculars and smoke grenades.

SF:
Special Force is suited extremely well for taking and defending of flags and buildings. Special Forces are no storm troops and should not go head on against the heavily defended positions. They are good for close combat but not very effective at long range. Special Forces are armed with knife, pistol, MP, C4, and binoculars.
The C4 can get stuck on: building, vehicles and players.

ASSAULT:
Main attack unit. Has body armour meaning he takes less damage than others BUT is not as quick as others (without armour). Armed with knife, pistol and assault weapon with grenade launcher (that can cause damage to tanks and very effective against infantry). Very strong unit but needs to work in cooperation with others to maintain its efficiency (ammo, health…)

SUPPORT:
Armed with machinegun as main weapon and good body armour. Can also give ammo to teammates. When in a vehicle, the vehicle becomes the supply vehicle and people around a certain radius will be get ammo.

ENGINEER:
Can repair vehicles and buildings. Armed with DEFENSIVE weapons (not made to conduct an assault). Can see the damage on things. When in a vehicle, the vehicle becomes the repair vehicle and other units around a certain radius will be repaired.

MEDIC:
Is light and agile. Can distribute health packs and revive dead teammates with defibrillator (within 10 seconds: he can see the countdown on his HUD). Defibrillator becomes a one-shot kill weapon when used on enemy. They are quick but not meant to hold or assault flags. The Medic is equipped with defibrillator, pistol, MP, and Med Pack.
When in a vehicle, everyone around it gets health automatically.

AT:
Armed with knife, pistol and MP. Has a rocket launcher and mines BUT IN SHORT SUPPLY so he has to be close to a support unit. Some skill is needed to aim and guide the rocket. The rockets have a rather high reach and are quite quick. Rockets are effective against infantry and armored vehicles.

I don't speak German, but I used Babelfish to translate it and found out a few other things (I think)

Player models are very detailed.

Radio commands are no longer on the F-keys, but selected from an onscreen menu.

Your Field of View is substantially reduced by the Iron sights when you aim.

Players can leave as well as join squads (from a screenshot)

The squad leaders can decide who can join a squad. and unwanted players can vote-kick squad leaders.

Theoretically, a player could form a squad with only himself in it????!?

"Disorganised loners" will have a hard time operating outside a squad becuase they only have Radio Commands to communicate with.

More about the classes

Engineers: (Not sure I've translated this correctly) can rebuild destroyed buildings??????

Medic: Can distribute medpacks which players run over to heal, they can also see the health status of their team mates and where the next nearest team mate that needs healing is.

Anti Tank: Have mines???? (not sure that was translated correctly) they also said that moving targets were hard to hit with the Rocket Launcher, takes a lot of practice.

Update #2 Nowe Screeny :

Screeny można znaleść TUTAJ.



Hm,czyżby jakaś wieksza dostawa .

Update #3 Nowy Filmik do Pobrania:

Filmik można pobrać STĄD.

Filmik waży 173 MB.

Takiego rozkazu nigdy nie było.




A pan Carius co robił w 41, gdy zaczynał na Pz38? Jaki był jego "duch bojowy"? Bez kompleksów szedł na frontalne pojedynki z KW czy może wybierał sensowniejsze opcje? Sądząc po tym, że dożył do 1945, chyba jednak to drugie.




Też znam takie opisy. Poniższy dotyczy walk 3 DPanc z "Das Reich", 24 grudnia 1944.

Standing in the turret, of D-31, parked behind the stone wall, Jim Vance recalled:

“All at once I observed an infantryman running toward my tank. He jumped up on my tank and told me that 4 German tanks were coming up over the hill to our left front. I alerted the driver to start the engine and I traversed the turret to the left so I could take the tanks under fire as soon as they came in view”.

As the Panthers approached across a rising snow covered slope and reached its crest, the Americans opened fire and Erich Heller’s panzergrenadiers jumped from the tank decks, seeking cover in a nearby ditch. The gunfire was coming from the Sherman of Corporal Vance, hidden behind the church wall. Vance recalled:

“Shortly I observed the 4 German tanks coming across the hill with their flank to my position.”

Without Lieutenant Myers, who at this moment was attending the officer’s meeting, to call down firing directions, gunner Vance was on his own. Finally his shell found its mark, striking Oberscharfuhrer Pippert’s Panther and forcing the Germans to bail out.

With one score, Vance maintained his poise.

“When I saw I had hit one of the attacking tanks, I came up from my sights and fire controls to locate another tank. I picked up the second tank and immediately went back to my sights and fired. Again the round hit and I saw the tank become enveloped in fire and smoke.”

Fritz Langanke, standing in the open hatch of his panzer approaching Freineux, looked back to see Pippert’s tank abandoned and now watched as Untersturmfuhrer Kurt Seeger’s Panther burst into flames. Although struck in the front, where the PzKpwf.V was most heavily armored, Fritz Nolte, Seeger’s gunner realized:

“We received the hit in the underside plating at the front of our panzer. Due to the slope of the terrain we presented our weak spot.”

This was exactly where Vance’s shell struck. Langanke saw Seeger leap from the burning Panther but he did not notice that it was Nolte who pushed Seeger out of the turret and sprang out behind. Vance after disposing of the Panthers of Pippert and Seeger, had located Kirchner’s vehicle and went back to his sight but before he could pull the trigger, saw that the German was hit.

“By the time I came up looking for the fourth tank, I was not able to locate it. About this time he located my tank or the vicinity where the fire was coming. The 4th German tank fired and hit the wall just to my right front but didn’t hit us. Since I had not been able to locate the remaining German tank, I had the driver back behind the church out of the line of fire.”

Langanke’s gunner continue to fire, shells striking close to where Sergeant Reece Graham’s Sherman was position behind a stone wall. Graham’s memory of this is clear:

“I saw a flash from the panzer, the shell hitting the building near the eve of the house, sending debris all over us. The panzer then fired another round and missed, hitting the same area."

Returning fire, Graham’s gunner got off two or three rounds but was unable to score a hit since the German was in a depression.

“I then looked to the right across the valley and saw a flash from another panzer about 2000 yards away. I then gave the gunner orders. 'Right front! Right front! Range 2000! Fire!' After firing I saw the AP with tracers in direct line, but short. I then ordered the gunner, ‘Up 2! Fire!’ The second shell went straight into the back of the panzer and it started burning. I was watching it with field glasses and to my surprise saw another panzer move from right to left behind the burning tank. I then gave the gunner orders. ‘Left! Up 2! Fire!’ The shell went straight into the rear.”

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My Rifle: The Creed of a US Marine
by Major General William H. Rupertus (USMC, Ret.)
(written following the attack on Pearl Harbor)

This is my rifle. There are many like it, but this one is mine.

My rifle is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life.

My rifle, without me, is useless. Without my rifle, I am useless. I must fire my rifle true. I must shoot straighter than my enemy who is trying to kill me. I must shoot him before he shoots me. I will...

My rifle and myself know that what counts in this war is not the rounds we fire, the noise of our burst, nor the smoke we make. We know that it is the hits that count. We will hit...

My rifle is human, even as I, because it is my life. Thus, I will learn it as a brother. I will learn its weaknesses, its strength, its parts, its accessories, its sights and its barrel. I will ever guard it against the ravages of weather and damage as I will ever guard my legs, my arms, my eyes and my heart against damage. I will keep my rifle clean and ready. We will become part of each other. We will...

Before God, I swear this creed. My rifle and myself are the defenders of my country. We are the masters of our enemy. We
are the saviors of my life.

So be it, until victory is Americas and there is no enemy, but peace!

*****The Marine Credo is the stuff of legend - a legend that is woven into
into assorted books and war movies (Sands of Iwo Jima, The Thin Red Line).

I was reminded of this poem when I saw Stanley Kubricks "Full Metal
Jacket", though that was another war, Vietnam instead of Iwo Jima and
Guadalcanal.

This was written following the attack on Pearl Harbor, and Maj Gen
Rupertus was with the marines through some of the toughest fighting in
world war II.

Im pretty sure the good general was deadly serious about this when he
wrote it, as serious as David when he wrote The Lord is my Shepherd
(below). In fact, I have a feeling Gen. Rupertus had that in mind when
he wrote this one.

However, I *can* poke fun at at least some part of it - like the last
line "... no enemy, but Peace". So peace is a Marines final enemy, I
take it?

i pojade odrobine dalej :P

~Psalms 23:1-6~

The LORD is my Shepherd, I shall not be in want.
He makes me lie down in green pastures,
He leads me beside quiet waters, he restores my soul.
He guides me in paths of righteousness for his names sake.
Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil, for you are with me;
Your rod and your staff, they comfort me.
You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies.
You anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows.
Surely goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life,
And I will dwell in the house of the LORD forever.

pozdrawiam :)

Tlumaczenie troche kulawe, ale wiekszosc jest chyba zrozumiala.

Jak dla mnie - opad szczeki. Wywrocili wiele rzeczy do gory nogami, szczegolnie w temacie kosztow.
Wreszcie zrobiono cos z dymem, a takze AD lvl3 zyskalo sens, bo dotychczas byl to tylko ozdobnik w stosunku do lvl2.

roboty drogowe - street robots
golnac kielicha - to shave a glass
zrobic cos bez zwloki - do something without corpse
podpieprzyc (ukrasc) - to underpepper
ale jaja - but eggs
o kurcze! oh, chicken!
pokój z toba - room with you
srubokret - screw-ship
to nie trzyma sie kupy - it doesn't hold the shit
my sa równe chlopy - we are equal peasants.
w lozku jest szybka - there's a window-pane in the bed.
zdebialem - I got oaken.
ale jak to? but how it?
pal gume flecie! smoke rubber flute!
ozenilem sie - I wifed myself
wyszlam za maz - I went out behind husband
w morde jeza! In the face of porcupine!

--------------------------

Fall out of the penis = Wypasc z interesu
Highway to Hell = Autostrada na Hel
Never Ending Story = Bardzo Dlugie Zaslony
To fuck onself off like a janitor on Corpus Christi Day = odpieprzyc sie jak stroz w Boze Cialo
Don't make a village = nie rob wiochy
Shit is going around me = gowno mnie to obchodzi
He was in Warsaw = byl, wojne widzial
I tower you = wierze Ci
Don't tear yourself = nie drzyj sie
Glasgow = Szklo poszlo
I'll animal it to you = zwierze Ci sie
I thank you from the mountain = dziekuje z gory
I feel a train to you = czuje do Ciebie pociag
Penis is walking around me = ch... mnie to obchodzi
Go out on people = wyjsc na ludzi
It's after birds = juz po ptokach
Without small garden = bez ogrodek
I'm from Beeftown = Jestem z Wolomina
Village killed by desks = wioska zabita dechami
Universal Pregnancy Law = Prawo Powszechnego Ciazenia
I see in boat = Widzew Lodz
Brain tire fire = zapalenie opon mozgowych
To go to the second page of the street = przejsc na druga strone ulicy
Do you divide my sentence? = czy podzielasz moje zdanie?
Heritage of prices = spadek cen
To make the profit on time = zyskac na czasie
Railway on you! = kolej na Ciebie!
To divorce the facts = rozwodzic sie nad faktami
Can you throw me up? = mozesz mnie podrzucic?
My girlfriend is very expensive to me = moja dziewczyna jest mi bardzo droga
Day, memory is flying...= Dzien, wspomnienie lata...
Post him shoping = wyslac go na zakupy
Garden School Band = Zespol Szkol Ogrodniczych
Little business of movement = kiosk ruchu
Fugitive of circumstances = zbieg okolicznosci
Heritage of prices = spadek cen
Tom divided their lottery coupon = Tom podzielil ich los
Coffee on the table = kawa na lawe
First from the shore = pierwszy z brzegu
Coin paintings = obrazy Moneta
Serious music concert = koncert muzyki powaznej
don't boat yourself - nie ludz sie
cut off myself a nap - uciac sobie drzemke
behind-eyes student - student zaoczny
to cut percentage feet - obnizyc stopy procentowe
give me the second time - daj mi sekunde czasu
he killed her nail - zabil jej cwieka
the profits are flying into the hole - zyski leca w dól
he was her right hand in driving the left businesses - Byl jej prawa reka w prowadzeniu lewych interesów
time swimming allowed - czas plynie wolno
a lot of faith - pelno wiary
slowness of word - wolnosc slowa
blind lottery-ticket - slepy los
outpepper yourself! odpieprz sie!
Pisses Man - Szczepan
afterbills - porachunki
feet of metals - stopy metali
old good tenses - stare dobre czasy
don't make stages! nie rób scen!
to break down the first ice-creams - przelamywac pierwsze lody
volleyball of the eye - siatkówka oka
half of a "K" - pólka

Cities:
The Dug-Up - Zakopane
Oh-Field - Opole
Think-It-Over - Przemysl

Tytuly:
Grandfathers - Dziady
Crossmen - Krzyzacy
Baldie from Ida deck - Lysek z pokladu Idy
On blueberries - Na jagody
Citizen Chirper - Obywatel Piszczyk

http://www.fuw.edu.pl/~kperl/idioms.html

All that remained of the once sprawling metroplolis of Denver was rubble and the burnt skeletons of metal buildings which now stood as enormous mass-grave markers, seemingly raising a silent plea to whatever god was above, begging to be spared. Ward stayed on the outskirts of the city, trying to avoid the endless pile of snow-covered debris that filled the dark set. I-25 was blocked by toppled structures and huge chunks of concrete, all appearing flat white against the constant gray sky. Ward was the only life that stirred in the eerie place. Destroyed cities always gave Ward chills and made him feel very edgy.
The chill night was still and quiet. The only sound for miles was the humming of a small, fusion engine and the creaking of the snow beneath the tires. It moved with relative ease through the powdery snow, occasional jostling the rider with a small bump as it ran over a rock, and sometimes that bump was accompanied by a sickening crunch as Ward drove his ATV over a human skull. He shuddered, the air just didn't feel right, not that anything was ever right in his world, however, there was something very wrong about the night.
For a half hour, Ward skirted the edges of Denver, always looking behind to check for any signs of someone tracking him. No one was, though, but he was uneasy, nonetheless.
It was another five minutes of bumpy, skull crunching riding, then Ward heard the faint sounds of gunfire in the distance; south, the way he was traveling. Flashes began to appear on the horizon, lighting the clouds with a hellish orange strobe that pulsed, then gave off deep, thundering boom. It must be some large weapons fire... probably tanks... Ward thought distantly.
Ward approached the battle slowly, with the headlight off the avoid notice. He had reached the highway again, which made for smoother traveling, but it also meant he would run into the fight, something he was hoping to avoid.
Three tanks were lined up on a ridge overlooking the highway, firing shells into the night. Ward wondered what they were shooting at as he pulled off the highway and stopped his ATV behind a jutting chunk of cement. He could barely see over the piece of concrete, but had a clear enough view to catch a glimpse of an infantry-man running through the shadows to some sparse cover behind the tanks. A rocket streaked across the battlefield, leaving a bright streak of white in Ward's eyes. It struck one of the tanks in the rear of the turret with wrenching force. The turret bent forward and the explosion, nothing spectacular; just a large flash and a lot of smoke, catapulted the top half of the tank commander, into the snow in front of the tank. Two more rockets followed just a few seconds behind the first, both with equally devastating results. All three tanks lay disabled and at the mercy of several armed men runned forward. On each of the tanks, the driver's hatch was methodically popped and a grenade was thrown inside, shredding any personnel left alive. It was morbidly fascinating to watch the professional soldiers execute their orders without hesitation and with such precise control. Ward decided to stay hidden until everyone had cleared the area, just in case the soldiers weren't friendly.
As Ward continued his journey down the highway, he encountered several more battles and a disturbing thought occured to him, The south seems to have their hands full... the Brotherhood may not be able to help us. He put it in the back of his mind, focusing on his task. His focus was abruptly broken by a bone rattling explosion. The ATV was flipped over multiple times, as was Ward, who was tossed around like a rag doll. The ground rose to meet him, again and again and again. Finally, battered and confused, Ward fell unconcsious.

Once again, sleep, that oh-so-annoying distraction, must end my writing.... bah!!

Mad Ass