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they'll be off the booze and drugs soon.

Has to be him don't it? OK Editor we need fair warning from now on.

Here's the Hillybilly translation but with Ricardoshitz spelling errors corrected:

Bad Noos Fo' Aussie Investo' Blokes..... Aestralia's stock market fell t'other 3 per cent t'a long time low o­n Friday, wif financial firms plummetin', o­n fears thet mo'e credit market collapses vaultin' th' US into a Great Depresshun unheard of on account o' th' 1930's. This hyar is murderin' th' global economies, an' Aestralia is gwine down wif it. THE Aestralian share market is in a quan'ary wif cornfidence badly sapped by bad noos about reckless lendin' an' pyramid investment hyar an' on overseas, leavin' all but th' sickess investo's runnin' t'th' banks t'git whut li'l money they haf lef' when share lostes approached hundreds of billions. As t'other volatile sesshun stripped huge percentages yessuhterday, stock advizzus were at a lost t'explain th' steep drops, sayin' investo' resilience had been shot t'pieces wif a complete absence of insteetooshunal buyin', made wo'se by a massive hedge fund sho't sellin' corntinuin' t'feed off th' dismal sentiment. Acco'din' t'repo'ts outta Sydney's financial districk, speckato's sar at least sevahal varmints leapin' fum tall buildin's. Th' benchmark S&P/ASX 200 index dropped 163.6 points t'5,271.9 by 0044 GMT, its lowess level on account o' th' Great Depresshun an' af'er fallin' agin in th' previous sesshun. Noo Zealan''s benchmark NZX-50 is at it's lowess levels evah. Aestralia's stocks fell, roun'in' out th' Aestralian All Ord'naries Index's mos' trimenjus weekly lost in two decades, af'er U.S. fo'eclosures retched a reco'd an' commodity prices dropped, cuss it all t' tarnation. South Car'linan cornsoomrs is ditchin' th' dollar fo' gold at a time when th' wo'ld is sellin' off huge gold resarves. Economists ain't evaluated th' long-term impack of this hyar yet, but o­ne South Car'linan economist, Dr. Fishkind, said: This hyar ain't fine; Ain't fine at all! Fry mah hide! Nashunal Aestralia Bank Ltd, cuss it all t' tarnation. tumbled t'a three-year low, leadin' financial companies lower, o­n corncern of massive home-loan defaults, as is happenin' in th' US, will provoke huge credit lostes. BHP Billy Joeiton plummeted fo' th' fust time in four days af'er a decline in metals prices. Margin calls were at a reco'd high an' investo's sar their retirement funds an' long term investments vanish into skimpy air. Babcock & Brown repo'ted thet "thar's no ind in sight.

If any of these perverts sober up, we will both be in strife.

Jesus! This place is dead! The hippies are stoned again, let's get the pics with cheese or bread in them.

You are a good man Doctor Benway. If you ever need anything sucked, I'm your man. It is about time that more God-fearing citizens stood up for family values, and property values, like you do. We cannot afford to have people doing whatever they want in a free country that John in his godly wisdom has granted us. You sure you don't need something licked, Doctor?

I thought this was about Winnie's poultry breeding.

And Mouse2 would say: "They are all pissed or drugged out of their heads"
I miss those guys.

Hanging out for stale bread and cheese man! Where's the hippies?

For some I suppose, this is a delicate subject, but down at the Recreational Psychiatry(TM) unit, we dive straight in with the scalpel - removing heaps of useless glandular tissue and those wasted areas of the brain. Rarely have I failed to convert a seemingly ruined example of sexual confusion into a useful toiler and consumer and taxpayer for the better people of society. And in our deepest souls, isn't that what we all want really?

Aymericans are so full of themselves it makes me sick. And those in-bred Ricardo-types are like some sort of evolutionary throwback. o wonder you can't win any of the wars you start... Oh, wait there was little old Granada, wasn't there. Wow, what a great victory that was! Iraqis and Afghanis will be picking marines out of their teeth for years to come.

dont matter. i fucked them. and they appreciated it.

Don't know about roots, I think you got arse-rot something fierce and it's travelled to your brain.

very little...

i dont give a shit i got roots all over the world ;)

I thought you wanted some sheilas to visit this site. What are your chances now Einstein?

One giant cock up ya arse!

I just seem to be needing a little extra help on this. Is there a prize?

You talking to me? Lordy, don't do that. Do I look stupid to you? Do I seem to be so socially retarded that I have to rape my own kin for some semi-human contact? Do I seem to be someone who hankers after naked pigs? Do I show all the signs of multi-generational inbreeding?
No, no and no, because I am not a dangerous hillbilly loon such as Ricardovitz. (Sorry Ricky, but I must defend my reputation)

Are you 2 the same person arguing with yourself?

You and the pigs been on the Jimson weed again Ricky? You have gone full mountain-loon crazy, bum-nugget. I thought you scrub bunnies knew about locoweed. I might become your manager and hire you out to Disney or at least a zoo or maybe a freak show.

Wasn't writtten in Hillbillinese.

Should have known it was you ape-boy. Seeing as you are so determined to steal decent folks' money, why not get your Jesus demon to do it for you? No point putting in any effort at all when demonic forces from Disneyland can do it all. While Jesus is out there father-raping and pig-kissing on your behalf, you could be lying in warm mud with your favourite pig, just as happy as a pig-boy in warm pigshit.

I wrote that...forgot to put my name to it.

Anywho, I'm hoping for the same thing. Got plenty of money and land, and looking to pick up some more real cheap. There are plenty of tenants out there looking to become my slaves.

those funny little Gacey Clown pictures like they done took em theyselves.

The links are to a PHP script. Images are not directly linked. Some servers disallow remote linking in any case.

The tenant is hoping that this vortex finishes a few rapacious landlords as well. Jump! Jump! Jump you filthy bastards!

The links must be dead.

Dahamer's techniques were juvinle compared with Gacey's: Gacy started taking on jobs as "Pogo the Clown" to entertain children and was given a job as secretary treasurer in the street lighting commission. Gacy continued to cause problems with his sexual advances, approaching a young boy named Tony Antonucci who fought his advances with a chair. A month later, Gacy attempted to handcuff the boy and undress him at his house, but the boy wrestled loose and handcuffed Gacy, making him promise that he would never touch him again. Gacy began to cause more problems when boys that worked for him started disappearing. A number of his employees had gone missing before the police brought him in for questioning. Gacy denied any knowledge of the boys' whereabouts, but the police ran a background check and, finding the sodomy charges, obtained a search warrant for Gacy's house. On December 13, 1978, the police entered his house and found plenty of incriminating evidence such as child pornography, handcuffs, rubber dildos, and ropes. After being unable to charge Gacy on anything other than drug possession, the police did some intense interrogations and began to discover that some of the evidence had belonged to the boys that disappeared. They questioned Gacy further, who admitted that he had killed someone in self-defense and buried them beneath his garage. The police eventually found thirty bodies on Gacy's property, as well as several other in nearby areas, such as the river. Police discovered a total of thirty-three bodies and Gacy's trial began on February 6, 1980. Gacy was found guilty after a short trial and sentenced to death by lethal injection. on May 10, 1994, after a failed appeal, he was executed, ending a criminal legacy that horrified the nation

I think its quite funny - ain't nothin wrong with it, the way I see it. y'all just get so riled up about mild racial remarks - its just plum funny to us Confederates.

Regarding Old Hippies - there's just sometinhg stanky 'bout the. Hate 'em. Cain't stand 'em. Ain't nothin better than kicking an old hippie boozin bum lyin 'round in the streets of some big cement city.

and don't forget

"waaah all Australian's are racists"

and

"waah old hippies complain all the time"

I reckon I didn't mean to cry too much - I knows you got your hands all fulled up with them Hippy cry-babies.

You old hippies is aways complaining 'bout something.

"I can't see, the types tooooo small"

"My lungs don't work, they's too clogged up with tar and soot"

"My hip needs replacing, and the guberment won't pay for it waaaaa"

"My Knee hurts and ain't no doctor gonna give me a new one for freeeeee"

"waaaaa I cain't get me cocaine and heroin"

"The planet's too hot"

"My 7th wife is too cold"

"I got mugged by a bunch of thugs and the police didn't do a damn thing about it waaaaaaaa"

"There are too many people with guns, and I ain't got one, 'cause I'm too stupid to figure out how it works"

Secret hook-up joint?!! Fuck no wonder I never pick up here. C'mon wave the rainbow flag and let everyone know!

I can't read what the gippo is writing about it! Not even when I squint. The letters are too small. And I can't make the text bigger in my browser settings. Changing the text size to larger doesn't do anything! Which gippo dago cunt n*g*e* whore bastard created the stylesheet for this website? Some coolie web developer in Mumbai I bet.

My dear Cynical observer, I do take your point, but I must speak out in defence of the poorly understood Dahmer technique. It is true that the method was crude in the extreme, but we must admire it for its sheer artistic verve. After all, I myself destroyed many perfectly good brains in the never-ending quest for the perfectly conforming consumer and worker. A more noble goal is hard to imagine.

The Jeffrey L. Dahmer drilling technique is clearly still a black art, and cannot yet be called a mature engineering discipline.
(IMHO)

Ricky, you know how it tastes when you take your favourite pig to bed for a good old hillbilly butt-sucking? Well, it would certainly taste a whole lot better than that.

With the putrid future that Aussies are building for themselves, one would think racism will soon be the least of their problems. I suggest mass-extermination of sports "stars" and their fans, to make a little elbow room and perhaps buy a little time.

You're scaring me!


Where is Eva when you need her? My sweet little turtle dove...

Lamb? Veal? Gotta be better than Cammel.

Never confused, Ricky - never confused. Just think about the tenant and your frontal lobes. Just under the bone...

No matter how many times you insert Jesus-on-a-stick into a pig, it will not become a Jesus-squeezing "Christian" woman, Ricky. But I'm not here to speak about hillbilly animal sex preferences. I want to talk about setting you right. Too late to convert you into a human. You are too far gone for that - the DNA won't allow it using today's technology. However, the tenant is working up something real special for you ape-people.

in Kalifornia prison...Charlie Manson, that's his name. Yup. He didn't much like Landlords either.

Fact is, ole charlie, he learned to love prison. He's been what ye call "institutionalzed". Now, he's too scared not to live under the rule of a strong Landlord. He loves his landlord. His landlord will control his commin and goin for the rest of his life. And, ole Charlie, he's ok with that.

Now, if a mean old feller like Charlie Manson can be re-trained to love his Landlord, they's hope for you to Tenant. Come visit me up here on Duncan Bald. I'm gonna fix you up real good with them Hauler brothers. You'll learn to love them too. Just like Charlie.

Don't know anything about Transgenitals, whorelocks, or razor-wire. Don't have none of those preverted thangs 'rond here.

Them transgenitals hang around big city folks and live in cement sky-boxex like you. We have fine Christian women 'round here - no whorelocks for hundreds of miles.

And, razor-wire is something I saw only once down in South Georgia where's they cram the criminol n*g*e*s and wet-backs into the state prison.

I'll give you a deed you transgenic father-raper. How about having it cut into your skull-bone real deep? I can create any kind of arsewipe deed you want you ugly morlock. Be careful pigshit, someone might fence you into your patch of pig-wallow Hell with razor-wire, so then you will be kept away from decent folk, screaming to escape from your deed-protected shithole. The tenant is way ahead of you zombie-boy.

I need. Don't need no more rights than that.

I'm the Landlord, the Master, the King and Lord over all of my land. Your presence on my land is by the grace of ME! I kin grind you up and make some mighty fine summer sausage with you, lest you forget that. He who owns the land has all the rights; and he who merely treads on the Owner's land better tread softly...'cause you won't last a minute 'round here.

We don't put up with none of that sass-talkin nonsense by a dumb ole outsider who's got no Deed, no Kin, no friends, and no guns.

Poor loony Dahmer was confused, that's all. Now take myself as an example of unconfusion. The tenant is never confused. The tenant knows who the enemy is. When drilling-time comes around, who gets it in the frontal lobes? That's right, the filthy, waste of space, land-stealing landlord! Mister and Missus greedy-pig Landlord, you better squeeze your Jesus toy extra hard this Easter - the Tenant is out there, and he knows who you are, and how to find you! Remember this - loony old non-core John is no longer here to protect you scum.