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Nyns yw Tom tas Maria.langbot langbot
It’s a sheep farm. Open the kitchen door, please! There are lots of people inside the hall. It’s too hot at mid-day. A few words are enough. The garden is very dry. Good afternoon to you, May. Nice weather, isn’t it? Fifty-three people in the bus are too many, it seems. Mother is at the door. Open it then!
Ny vynnen anwosi, ytho nyns yth yn-mes.langbot langbot
I speak to many businesses, residents and partners who say that it is frustrating to contact or interact with us because processes take too long and they don’t understand the words on our forms or responses to emails.
Pyth yw y hanow?langbot langbot
“When I saw a US F4 Phantom drop napalm on thousands of my fellow students, burning them all to death in a most painful and horrific way, I knew that it was killing kids that would soon recover – hundreds of them. It was like Dresden. It was like the fire-bombing of Tokyo. Gentlemen, that’s a major war crime. That’s not a battle. That’s not war. That’s why they hanged Generals at Nuremburg!...” Time was indeed short. I could see the guards hurrying to the stage. I had to raise my voice to be heard above the other voices that were now being raised. I started screaming: “...I can’t tell you why your government sent you here. That’s political. But I can tell you that you’ve been sent to war on the basis of a lie! Does that sound familiar? Well, does it? Have you heard of the so-called ‘Gulf of Tonkin Incident’? How many of you have still got brothers risking their lives in ‘Nam because of it? ...” These were the last words I managed to get out before I, too, was hit with a cattle-prod – and screamed very heartily. The hall was in uproar. There was complete pandemonium – just as I’d hoped. The Captain approached my cage as I lay spasming in the floor and hit me with another powerful jolt of electricity from one of the other cattle prods. (Perfect for my plans – but painful all the same.) “Leave him alone, you bastard!” shouted one of the GI’s. “You’re killin’ him!” And, with that, he and several of his buddies rushed on stage to protect me. Cosmic! For an instant, I thought they might actually free me – though that had not been my immediate plan – but the guards drew their side-arms and aimed them squarely at the stage invaders. Sensibly, they retreated. The Captain dropped his prod, came close and looked me in the eye. There was deep hatred in his look. I had wilfully robbed him of his moment of glory. Good. Now to see what the GI’s would do with the (quite plausible) disinformation that I had provided them.
Ple’ma Britney Spears?langbot langbot
4 sinne gevind in 8 ms. Hulle kom uit baie bronne en word nie nagegaan nie.