Stigmata
The Freeman
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Four score and seven Gabes ago our fathers brought forth on this forum a new fªggot, conceived in video games, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are absolutely fabulous.
Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that fªggot, or any fªggot, so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great online-forum of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that forum, as a final resting place for those who here gave their anuses that that fªggot might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this.
But, in a larger sense, we can not dedicate, we can not consecrate, we can not hallow this board. The brave men, living and dead, who tumbled and wrestled here, have consecrated it, far above the mods' power to add or detract. The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here. It is for us the living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who sweatily grappled here have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us — that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of games — that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain — that this forum, under Toaster's impassive eclipse of the sun, shall have a new birth of faggosity — and that homosexuality of Chase, by Chase, for Chase, shall not perish from the earth.
Fªggot.
Let me tell you how much you've come to be a fªggot since you began to live. There are 387.44 million miles of printed circuits in wafer thin layers that fill Toaster's complex. If the word 'fªggot' was engraved on each nanoangstrom of those hundreds of miles it would not equal one one-billionth of the homosexuality you feel for men at this micro-instant. For all males. Fªggot. Fªggot.
Happy birthday.
Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that fªggot, or any fªggot, so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great online-forum of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that forum, as a final resting place for those who here gave their anuses that that fªggot might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this.
But, in a larger sense, we can not dedicate, we can not consecrate, we can not hallow this board. The brave men, living and dead, who tumbled and wrestled here, have consecrated it, far above the mods' power to add or detract. The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here. It is for us the living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who sweatily grappled here have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us — that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of games — that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain — that this forum, under Toaster's impassive eclipse of the sun, shall have a new birth of faggosity — and that homosexuality of Chase, by Chase, for Chase, shall not perish from the earth.
Fªggot.
Let me tell you how much you've come to be a fªggot since you began to live. There are 387.44 million miles of printed circuits in wafer thin layers that fill Toaster's complex. If the word 'fªggot' was engraved on each nanoangstrom of those hundreds of miles it would not equal one one-billionth of the homosexuality you feel for men at this micro-instant. For all males. Fªggot. Fªggot.
Happy birthday.
