He is my younger brother. I am the one leading the way.
It is my nation, mine and I am the only one allowed in it.
Anonymous said…
How will you have rallies in your honour? Ahh, mirrors! What if someone invades? Or are you still determined that you'll be celibate for the rest of your life and noone will invade your nation?
Deary me. I was rather looking forward to leaving my goat in the fields and marching forth and conquering new lands in name of the Glorious Slamma. Oh well.
"Hail to the Slamma! Her beneficience is worth more than any goat! Hail to the Slamma! For whom we have won our glorious indepence! My head is not bowed for paying the Slamma tax! My hand is not bent for toiling in the fields in service of the Slamma-republic!
We will crush the anti-Slamma insurgents! Their blood shall run in the fields! We will crush the anti-Slamma insurgents! Their blood shall run in the fields!"
- Old peasant song.
Anonymous said…
Dale,
I shall keep an eye out for you on the benches of the next United Nation's conference, wearing one of those translator ear piece thingies.
Ah yes. This just in. Dale Slamma, The Greatest One Person Nation On Earth, will now allow people to cross her borders and build new lives as dual citizens on their country of birth and Dale Slamma, The Greatest One Person Start Up Nation On Earth. I have but one immigration rule. Anyone may come and go as they please unless you a fucktard in which case you will be called a fucktard and marched out of town by the Dale Slamma marching band (yet to be named or populated).
Latin shall be the official language of Dale Slamma.
All citizens will be issued optional red lipstick and unitards.
My brother shall be the drum major of the marching band. All citizens shall have a go at learning a musical instrument. If they don't like it they don't have to continue past first grade.
Formation dancing is encouraged though not the kind you do at bad weddings.
TimT is the first winner of Dale Vision; A Song for Slamma.
Anonymous said…
Oh dear Dale.
I do remember your name, though pleased to meet me you may not be.
When I last read and wrote, I was astonished at the madness contained here in, and the little you had achieved in the last decade.
A new low has been achieved here. Even when compared to my last perusal not so long ago.
Is this actually a serious view of what's left of your life? It must be bad.
One must be careful of substances leading to delusions of grandeur being published on line.
Yes, while I do remember your name, meeting me you won't be. My years have given me taste but the sympathy for the devil has well deteriorated. The nature of your game does not so much as puzzle me, but rather amuse me.
I have revisited something I am so glad to be relieved of.
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Dale Slamma, sounding suspiciously like a dictator.
Ein Reich, ein Volk, ein Führer
Actually, also sounding like your brother, with the ambition of someday ruling some tin-pot republic he wins in a poker game.
It is my nation, mine and I am the only one allowed in it.
Ahh, mirrors!
What if someone invades? Or are you still determined that you'll be celibate for the rest of your life and noone will invade your nation?
Hail to the Slamma! For whom we have won our glorious indepence!
My head is not bowed for paying the Slamma tax!
My hand is not bent for toiling in the fields in service of the Slamma-republic!
We will crush the anti-Slamma insurgents!
Their blood shall run in the fields!
We will crush the anti-Slamma insurgents!
Their blood shall run in the fields!"
- Old peasant song.
I shall keep an eye out for you on the benches of the next United Nation's conference, wearing one of those translator ear piece thingies.
xo Rups
All citizens will be issued optional red lipstick and unitards.
My brother shall be the drum major of the marching band. All citizens shall have a go at learning a musical instrument. If they don't like it they don't have to continue past first grade.
Formation dancing is encouraged though not the kind you do at bad weddings.
I do remember your name, though pleased to meet me you may not be.
When I last read and wrote, I was astonished at the madness contained here in, and the little you had achieved in the last decade.
A new low has been achieved here. Even when compared to my last perusal not so long ago.
Is this actually a serious view of what's left of your life? It must be bad.
One must be careful of substances leading to delusions of grandeur being published on line.
Yes, while I do remember your name, meeting me you won't be. My years have given me taste but the sympathy for the devil has well deteriorated. The nature of your game does not so much as puzzle me, but rather amuse me.
I have revisited something I am so glad to be relieved of.
I think I'll phone a friend on that one.
Au reviour
Get a sense of humour.
Either that or Yoda this is.