Damn french.

Those cheese-eating surrender monkeys are going to dissalow religious symbols in thier schools:

"The government argues that a law is needed to protect France's secular traditions and to ward off rising Islamic fundamentalism. "

So you also can't express your favorite rockband, either, because it goes against frances fine musical tradition? Or you can't wear your favorite clothing brand, because that isn't traditional either.

To ward of fundamentalism. That's also stupid. There are plenty of people that cover themselves in tons of crosses, and arn't religious at all (gothics...).

This is why Rowan Atkinson hates the french:

We offered kindly to donate them Calais
And all they gave us back was the bidet
And now they won't let us go on holiday
They bottle bath-water [or 7 Up] and call it Perrier
They eat poor froggie's legs then throw the rest away
They even like the look of Johnny Holliday
They eat raw garlic and invented croquet
They think the height of chic is John Paul Gautier
That's why I hate the French, mmm,
That's why I hate the French

They all wear berets and they're all called Jacques,
They even steal from us the words they lack
Le weekend, Le Camping and cul de sac
That's why I hate the French, oh,
That's why I hate the French.

They claim their films are the best we've ever had
Well I suppose Emmannuelle wasn't bad
All their songs sound more or less the same
La la la la la la la la.........je t'aime
Charles Aznavour is always so depressed
Wouldn't you be if oui oui meant yes?

Sacha Distel has raindrops falling on his head
I wonder if Jean Paul Sartre knows he is dead
What I resent is that they're so good in bed
That's why I hate the French, oh,
That's why I hate the French.

They bake their bread in such a naughty shape
They brag about their wine and worship the grape
They criticise our food but then they eat crepe
That's why I hate the French, oh,
That's why I hate the French.

And now they started coming here in droves
French cigarettes, French letters and French clothes
For breakfast they have croissant or French toast
And there's always some French letters in the post
I'm sick and tired of eating all this brie
A day trip to Boulougne is fine by me
And I'll be buggered if I go to gay Paris.

They're pretty cocky 'bout their games in the dark
They think with girls they light a special spark
But look what the bastards did to Joan of Arc
That's why I hate the French, oh,
That's why I hate the French, mmm,
That's why I hate the French.

"the official rock paper scissors site" This is just sick.

A much less wierd, nice site is marx homepage. There he has some old (but famous) texts (and alot of other things), including the art of war:

# The COMMANDER stands for the virtues of wisdom, sincerely, benevolence, courage and strictness.

The five cardinal virtues of the Chinese are

1. humanity or benevolence;
2. uprightness of mind;
3. self-respect, self-control, or "proper feeling;"
4. wisdom;
5. sincerity or good faith.

Here "wisdom" and "sincerity" are put before "humanity or benevolence," and the two military virtues of "courage" and "strictness" substituted for "uprightness of mind" and "self- respect, self-control, or 'proper feeling.'"

# By METHOD AND DISCIPLINE are to be understood the marshaling of the army in its proper subdivisions, the graduations of rank among the officers, the maintenance of roads by which supplies may reach the army, and the control of military expenditure.
# These five heads should be familiar to every general: he who knows them will be victorious; he who knows them not will fail.

Tommorow I will tell of my trip to the marines.

(From Paul Zucker, Newsbytes News Service:)

SYDNEY, Australia (NB)--A friend of Newsbytes swears that the following is a true story:

After buying a PC from a dealer of shady shady repute, the luckless customer unpacked his new toy and plugged it in to find it Dead On Arrival.

Naturally, after checking the usual things, he called the dealer and explained his problem. First question from Deviously Evasive Dealer: "Did you check to see whether the power was on?"

"Of course."

DED: "Did you open the cover and check whether any of the boards had shaken loose in shipping?"

"Of course."

DED: Then why are you calling me?"

"Well, you sold it to me and there has to be some kind of warranty," pleaded the frustrated purchaser.

"Of course there is," replied the DED, "But you voided the warranty when you opened the cover."

Like we said, he swears it's a true story.