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How Do You Unlock The Seat For A Gas Moped
Do not touch the sword
pouted and frowned, almost imperceptible, and then, very quiet, he looked as calm as if he expected friends. A distant cry made him look up, along the transect, the old calling and waving his arms, the flames were flickering solar headdress. He heard his last words: "... thieves! ... "[...] The thugs approached
forever. But what were these clowns for the low strength of the horse and his speed? A click of the tongue, in the absence of the spur that he had never felt, and the glorious broom, in the lee of the great sword, had trodden ants, earwigs these reddish ... The bandits had expected and, conscious of their catch, they advanced step yet undecided, hesitant, keeping flexibility in their march of those who will perhaps second, change direction. [...] The little
rider took the lead :
"Is it true that you are thieves, folks?
Yes, really! "Mocking the man with the ax.
Then, on his fine horse, they saw the child who smiled at them, which continued:
"Why are you robbers? "The chief does
astounded the point:" Why are you rich?
If I am rich, "replied the strange child, so that there is more thieves. I do not tu: I did only allowed this woman because she was like my nanny.
Hola! brat! tu Jesus is well! "
However, despite all their audacity, their villainy, these men suffered some astonishment to astonishment that, in the souls frustrated, bordering on fear. These bandits knew their terrible mine, and the child in their greenhouses, remained so quiet, worried them, threatened them. The boy had moved his head and said: "But we pray to Jesus ..."
The chief was not a man to endure long in him something that was not brutal. [...] "Your purse, he said, and be at least as generous with the witch. Gold! going fast! "The child
detached the pouch of his cast right, drew the strings and threw it, "She is full of Golden Carolus, which is enough for your year. Go home, without fear, because, you understand, I give you!
you give us, and we take it, even if you refuse, poupard!
You will receive it, "replied the child with a strong and simple insistence, I do not believe that you are thieves, to me you are poor ... I CAN GIVE YOU! That is to say that if tonight, the Provost took you, you could swear on Christ and the Virgin, a young baron gave you the charity of his entire purse. Moreover, if you die tonight - as it can - you will not even confess to the priest that plunder. Share your documents, but there is basically a tiny silver medal, which is thirty sols. Make it me, when you have found.
You bore us, "growled the leader, you talk too much.
Give him his little medal, interrupted an mobsters, an elderly man and red.
No! Who is the leader?
is you, but this young man has heart, and we are ten of us against him. Give him his medal!
The man said the boy, thou shalt be with me tonight on my right.
Well, "said the chief who was playing, your medal in exchange for your horn?
Yes, clown! So take my horn. Also I give. But beware! you venturing
... Good, good! But Baron, you have to have rings. So pull your gloves.
No, thief, and I have a ring that thirty men keep. Here are my bare hands.
And your sword, the pommel gold?
Do not take me! No! because this is terrible! A knight never gives his sword, even risking his life, and this one! ...
Well, defend yourself, then Cub! You're there to let you strip like a girl! Will So, I blush for your brave father and uncles! You're on a horse is a horse, you have three feet of iron to the side, and you yield! Ah! if the Lords now have offspring like you, their towers will be fragile. Hey, I threw my ax, unsheathed! a stick against a sword, and walk! "He laughed.
"Patience," said the child, teach that I am alone in the world do not have the right to draw the sword against you. Who has no right, understand, even when his life, his power would depend on the sudden he could wear! Fight! ... Are you thinking, crunchy? The man approached.
"Do not touch the sword, wretch! "And the boy jumped out:" Thieves, you hear! I GIVE YOU MY HORSE: This is a gift from the king of Granada, and it would be three men without flinching foot. He tore his clothes a heavy chain that glittered ... "I give you this, and yet this, this again. Look, these are jewels ... But! do not touch the sword ...
Enough, "said the old, the child is beautiful and we are doing here ugly of work. Take and leave.
Yes, go! You're already on your neck, "said the little rider, the path of the hart; on your head, you have the shadow of your jib. Yes, go! Forget. "
leader, furious, went the hands. But the child had pulled the blade and a single movement, threw in the middle of the lake. The head was hit. "You're dead, torn," cried the child, if you touch me, you villain! And the little stepped back two paces. Yet the heavy hand brushed against her shoulder ... "Ah! flee, "cried the young master who suddenly grows. You are all lost! How do you not understand? Look! "With his fingers clenched
, the child grasps the robe of linen and, suddenly, tore And, for once, appeared under the linen tunic of blue velvet, resplendent with innumerable lily, fleur de lis in gold: "O miserable, you are cursed! I am KING! "
pouted and frowned, almost imperceptible, and then, very quiet, he looked as calm as if he expected friends. A distant cry made him look up, along the transect, the old calling and waving his arms, the flames were flickering solar headdress. He heard his last words: "... thieves! ... "[...] The thugs approached
forever. But what were these clowns for the low strength of the horse and his speed? A click of the tongue, in the absence of the spur that he had never felt, and the glorious broom, in the lee of the great sword, had trodden ants, earwigs these reddish ... The bandits had expected and, conscious of their catch, they advanced step yet undecided, hesitant, keeping flexibility in their march of those who will perhaps second, change direction. [...] The little
rider took the lead :
"Is it true that you are thieves, folks?
Yes, really! "Mocking the man with the ax.
Then, on his fine horse, they saw the child who smiled at them, which continued:
"Why are you robbers? "The chief does
astounded the point:" Why are you rich?
If I am rich, "replied the strange child, so that there is more thieves. I do not tu: I did only allowed this woman because she was like my nanny.
Hola! brat! tu Jesus is well! "
However, despite all their audacity, their villainy, these men suffered some astonishment to astonishment that, in the souls frustrated, bordering on fear. These bandits knew their terrible mine, and the child in their greenhouses, remained so quiet, worried them, threatened them. The boy had moved his head and said: "But we pray to Jesus ..."
The chief was not a man to endure long in him something that was not brutal. [...] "Your purse, he said, and be at least as generous with the witch. Gold! going fast! "The child
detached the pouch of his cast right, drew the strings and threw it, "She is full of Golden Carolus, which is enough for your year. Go home, without fear, because, you understand, I give you!
you give us, and we take it, even if you refuse, poupard!
You will receive it, "replied the child with a strong and simple insistence, I do not believe that you are thieves, to me you are poor ... I CAN GIVE YOU! That is to say that if tonight, the Provost took you, you could swear on Christ and the Virgin, a young baron gave you the charity of his entire purse. Moreover, if you die tonight - as it can - you will not even confess to the priest that plunder. Share your documents, but there is basically a tiny silver medal, which is thirty sols. Make it me, when you have found.
You bore us, "growled the leader, you talk too much.
Give him his little medal, interrupted an mobsters, an elderly man and red.
No! Who is the leader?
is you, but this young man has heart, and we are ten of us against him. Give him his medal!
The man said the boy, thou shalt be with me tonight on my right.
Well, "said the chief who was playing, your medal in exchange for your horn?
Yes, clown! So take my horn. Also I give. But beware! you venturing
... Good, good! But Baron, you have to have rings. So pull your gloves.
No, thief, and I have a ring that thirty men keep. Here are my bare hands.
And your sword, the pommel gold?
Do not take me! No! because this is terrible! A knight never gives his sword, even risking his life, and this one! ...
Well, defend yourself, then Cub! You're there to let you strip like a girl! Will So, I blush for your brave father and uncles! You're on a horse is a horse, you have three feet of iron to the side, and you yield! Ah! if the Lords now have offspring like you, their towers will be fragile. Hey, I threw my ax, unsheathed! a stick against a sword, and walk! "He laughed.
"Patience," said the child, teach that I am alone in the world do not have the right to draw the sword against you. Who has no right, understand, even when his life, his power would depend on the sudden he could wear! Fight! ... Are you thinking, crunchy? The man approached.
"Do not touch the sword, wretch! "And the boy jumped out:" Thieves, you hear! I GIVE YOU MY HORSE: This is a gift from the king of Granada, and it would be three men without flinching foot. He tore his clothes a heavy chain that glittered ... "I give you this, and yet this, this again. Look, these are jewels ... But! do not touch the sword ...
Enough, "said the old, the child is beautiful and we are doing here ugly of work. Take and leave.
Yes, go! You're already on your neck, "said the little rider, the path of the hart; on your head, you have the shadow of your jib. Yes, go! Forget. "
leader, furious, went the hands. But the child had pulled the blade and a single movement, threw in the middle of the lake. The head was hit. "You're dead, torn," cried the child, if you touch me, you villain! And the little stepped back two paces. Yet the heavy hand brushed against her shoulder ... "Ah! flee, "cried the young master who suddenly grows. You are all lost! How do you not understand? Look! "With his fingers clenched
, the child grasps the robe of linen and, suddenly, tore And, for once, appeared under the linen tunic of blue velvet, resplendent with innumerable lily, fleur de lis in gold: "O miserable, you are cursed! I am KING! "
- Jean de La Varende - Wild Lands -
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Determine Highest Bond Energy
The Currency
The motto 
The currency is a sentence of few words, sort of saying that, by implication, makes known the nobility or the actions of a memorable family. It is still an emblem consisting of the representation of natural or artificial body, or a few words that apply in a figurative sense to praise of a person. The term includes currency figures, puzzles, sentences and proverbs.
The use of currency symbols and dates back to ancient times, and one could easily see the real source of arms.
The tragedy of Aeschylus, entitled: The Seven Worthies before Thebes, and that Euripides entitled: The Phoenicians, testify to this antiquity. In describing these two major poets are masters that Polynices was involved in the quarrel, and that followed the siege of Thebes, they give them to him as shields charged symbolic figures. The first is appointed by Aeschylus Tydeus who bore on his shield the image of death, or, as Euripides, the body of a lion. Capaneus is the second, Aeschylus gives him a Prometheus, the torch in hand, with these words: I will reduce the city to ashes.
In Euripides, it is a giant who carries on his shoulders and shakes the mass of the earth. Polynices bears on his shield the goddess Justice, who led, and these words: I will restore you.
Speakers and poets of antiquity have almost as much foreign exchange they have metaphors, to take the currency in its essence. The letters SPQR, which are still the motto of the city of Rome, are the initials of words that Senatus populus Romanus. The famous Hasmonean Judas, so zealous in defense of God's law and for freedom of Judea, put on his signs and banners on its initial letters of a Hebrew sentence, taken from Chapter XV, V. 2. of the Exodus: Who is like unto thee, O Lord, among the gods. However, as the initial letters of these words are in Hebrew MACCABI, chiefs or kings of the Hasmonean Jewish race were called the Maccabees.
It takes only read history and novels for the old currency notes are encrypted and embroidered on hats, with various figures of birds and animals that have been made since the arms. These currencies were not a big part of the shield, and Boswell is mistaken when he attributes to the arms like the cause of the quarrel between John Chandos and Jean de Clermont. These two knights wore distinct arms, and the cause of their quarrel was a motto that they were both in honor of the lady.
Froissart recounts the quarrel: "No knights rode in both French and English battles Costoyas adviser for everyone agreeing its enemies, it happened that my lord John Chandos had that day, and rode costoyé at the Battle of King of France on aisle. In so had ridden Mr. Jean de Clermont, one of the marshals of France, by imagining the state of the English. And therefore as if these two knights returning each Devers her part, they met each other, if each were a single currency for a blue lady crafted an edge ray of sunshine, and always under their clothes haux in whatever state they were, if my lord Clermont said: Chandos, since when did you Emprin to wear my currency? But you, my own, "said Chandos, for as well as mine Is yours? I deny you, says Bishop of Clermont, and if the pain was not between yours and ours, I showed you earlier that you have no cause to wear it. Ha! said Monsignor John Chandos, you will find me tomorrow while paired to defend and prove by feat of arms that both she is mine as yours. Monseigneur Jean de Clermont said Chandos, have good words for your English, who know nothing new adviser, but that they see when they are beautiful. "At all passed Furthermore, there was not more done or adonc more words, and each returned Devers its people. "
ago currencies of various kinds, for example:
ago currencies of various kinds, for example:
In allusion to the name of houses
Vaudray: I earned, and worth Vaudray.
Grandson: A small bell, big sound.
In relation to parts of the Arms:
Montchenu (which carries a band in his arms) the right way.
Others were taken by the knights only to be understood that people they loved.
Philip the Good: else would.
Jacques de Brimeu: More than all.
They were still proverbs or sentences:
Solara: This pride does not kill.
Baronat: Vertu honor guide.
But the most honorable currencies are those that consist of historic words, because they always remember a great event.
Gusman Medina: King trumps blood. Don Alonzo Perez de Guzman, as governor of Tarifa in 1293, was besieged by the Moors and ordered to surrender the place, lest death his son, who was a prisoner of the enemy. Guzman threw them a dagger, exclaiming: King outweighs the blood!
They are still very often legends like Caesar Borgia: Aut Caesar aut nihil.
Francis I, and before him Charles, Count of Angouleme, his father was a salamander currency, with these words: Nutrisco extinguo and to signify that he would protect the good and the annihilation of the wicked. This motto was engraved and carved into several palaces. We see her again at Fontainebleau on a tapestry with this couplet: Ursus atrox, aquila drawbridge and tortilis anguis Cesserunt flammae jam salamandra tuae.
This meant that Francis was defeated by its value, represented by the Swiss Bear, by the Imperial eagle, and the Milanese by the snake.
The princes gave old currency to the lords of the court, when they received as stooges, that is to say when they attach to their service. Upton said that in England, when the king created a noble giving it a military stronghold, it gave him time even the currency.
The currency usually moves in a scroll at the bottom of the shield, the rim of color and metal letters, took one or the other of the enamel crown. In the above example of the salamander, adopted as a motto by Francis I. The salamander is called the body of the currency, and the couplet the soul of the currency.
The motto
hereditary, which merges with the cry and we always put above the crest of which it forms part, so to speak, is usually composed of words that also express an allegorical and brief a thought, a feeling, a purpose, a quality. A very large number of old houses have inherited currencies, many of which are derived from names such as:
Achay: Never tired of asher.
Arsces: The trunk is green and the leaves are Arses.
The House of Bourbon's motto is: Hope.
Friday, June 26, 2009
My Fetals Tummy Is Enlarged
submarine commander and intelligence officer during the First World War. Loyal to the monarchy, he participated in the liberation of Berlin and the repression against Spartakists in January 1919. Captain Pabst on charge of encouraging the formation of the Freikorps in southern Germany. He joined the staff of the 3rd Marine Brigade von Lowenfeld. Member of council of war to try the murderers of Liebknecht and Rosa Luxemburg, he will be accused of having favored the escape of one of them. Cabinet Member Noske. Favorable to the putsch Kapp, it will briefly imprisoned after his defeat. Charge of a reconnaissance mission to Japan in 1924, he was appointed Chief of Army Intelligence (Abwehr) in 1935. It uses and protects several former members of the Brigade Ehrhardt, hostile to the Third Reich. He is preparing an attack against Hitler in 1938. He was relieved of his command in February 1944 and participated in the "conspiracy of July 20, 1944. Hanged April 9, 1945. 
Friday, June 19, 2009
Talant Show Dance Songs
"Proud, arrogant, bitter, no doubt, as lived, died as the Cadets of Gascogne.
They were cadets, the last-born of noble fathers who struggled to preserve their heritage, a more or less dilapidated castle flanked by a piece of the vineyard, to pass it on intact to the eldest. So that became another, second, third, fourth male? They were given a large felt tip pens floating a rapier, a pair of big boots, the famous leather knapsack, and, at best, a brave horse to extract the stable father. They could then take the road and look elsewhere. And that's what did the younger son of knights became knights of fortune. To although they only had the nobility in their blood, but knowing that all the ignorant out of them, they arrogated to themselves as challenge by a particular point of honor. They went around the world, their spurs jingling, looking grim and suspicious, ready at any moment to pull the sword from the scabbard rickety. [...]
We met them on all roads of Europe, because what were the cadets of Gascony galliard, the noblemen were for Spain, "Schlachzigs" for Poland. Throughout these troubled times gave the same harvest. And this particular kind of golden youth, this knighthood over the years become an incubator of troopers and a national scourge "
They were cadets, the last-born of noble fathers who struggled to preserve their heritage, a more or less dilapidated castle flanked by a piece of the vineyard, to pass it on intact to the eldest. So that became another, second, third, fourth male? They were given a large felt tip pens floating a rapier, a pair of big boots, the famous leather knapsack, and, at best, a brave horse to extract the stable father. They could then take the road and look elsewhere. And that's what did the younger son of knights became knights of fortune. To although they only had the nobility in their blood, but knowing that all the ignorant out of them, they arrogated to themselves as challenge by a particular point of honor. They went around the world, their spurs jingling, looking grim and suspicious, ready at any moment to pull the sword from the scabbard rickety. [...]
We met them on all roads of Europe, because what were the cadets of Gascony galliard, the noblemen were for Spain, "Schlachzigs" for Poland. Throughout these troubled times gave the same harvest. And this particular kind of golden youth, this knighthood over the years become an incubator of troopers and a national scourge "
- Ernst von Salomon, Cadets -
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Saturday, April 11, 2009
The Green Level On Cube Field
A little break ... Pop
Dear comrades, dear opponents,
We regret to inform you that Canal Mythos will remain inactive until the end of May, due to parallel development of new projects.
Meanwhile, remember to go Zentropa, the SFA blog or even on the side of the Apaches ....
Above all, remember that the 2nd Sunday of May is holiday nationale! 
Dear comrades, dear opponents,
We regret to inform you that Canal Mythos will remain inactive until the end of May, due to parallel development of new projects.
Meanwhile, remember to go Zentropa, the SFA blog or even on the side of the Apaches ....
Above all, remember that the 2nd Sunday of May is holiday nationale!
Chetana And Prithvi From Mysore Mallige
Sol Invictus King & Queen
At the world, without a sound
Tears they weep, tears they shed
For the lovers, and all they said
They stood, by the sea
King & Queen, sent a breeze
Tears they weep, tears they shed
For the living, for the dead
They kissed, by the sea
King & Queen, bowed the trees
King & Queen, Sun & Moon
Are we saved, are we doomed?
Sol Invictus - King & Queen
King & Queen, looking downAt the world, without a sound
Tears they weep, tears they shed
For the lovers, and all they said
They stood, by the sea
King & Queen, sent a breeze
Tears they weep, tears they shed
For the living, for the dead
They kissed, by the sea
King & Queen, bowed the trees
King & Queen, Sun & Moon
Are we saved, are we doomed?
Friday, April 10, 2009
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Male Brazilian Mississauga
The Musketeers are recruited only from among the gentlemen who have served in the Guard. The portion of the Musketeers is a promotion. It allows to join an elite corps, near the king. Moreover, it is expected that the men leaving their ranks to be appointed sign or lieutenant (rank much higher then, especially in the elite corps) in the guards or officers in the regiments. In the absence of military school, passing in front of the ruler to check the competence and loyalty of every man.
These were special Musketeers fight either on foot or horseback. They formed the guard of King usual outside, the guard inside the royal apartments is one of the bodyguards and the Swiss Guards. Mazarin, appreciating the little unruly king's Musketeers, dissolved their company in 1646. She did not reappear in 1657, while counting 150 men. At Mazarin's death in 1661, the company of Cardinal's Musketeers passed to Louis XIV. It was reorganized along the lines of the first company in 1664 and received the nickname "Grey Musketeers" due to the dress of his horses, while the second company was called "Black Musketeers".
At this time, enrollment companies were doubled. Indeed, the Musketeers were one of the most prestigious military corps of the kingdom, bringing that noble principle. Many of the latter, since the reforms forced Le Tellier to take a number of years in the company before entering the officer ranks, preferring perform this service in a privileged body. Thus, both military as Marshal of writers such as Montesquieu that the Duc de Saint-Simon were musketeers.
In 1776, the Musketeers were disbanded for reasons of economy by Louis XVI, before being reformed in 1789, disbanded again shortly afterward, reformed once more under the Restoration July 6, 1814, and finally dissolved on 1 January 1816.
Saturday, March 21, 2009
Does One Nipple Pierce Mean Gay
The traitor is
Zentropa
Sitting at the bottom of the coffee, Stéphane smoothed a hand a little weary but satisfied his silk tie fleurdelysÚe, smiling at the little provocative was the fact of having gone office, the prefecture, with this attribute royalist.
This morning, before her mirror, he had thought long and hard, hesitated, weighing the risks and possible consequences of such bravado. On several occasions he had filed the dangerous objects on the unmade bed and had before it a classic midnight blue tie. But after more than a quarter of an hour of painful prevarication, Helen having had the audacity to laugh at his endless carousel, his muscles were clenched in a manly resolution and he had forged with the force heretical piece of cloth around already tightened his throat.
When any earlier, he recounts his exploits to his former comrades, he forgets to specify that Gauthier, deputy chief litigation Coated snowy shoulders and only person of the day have noticed the object of the offense, which had asked him if it was a reminder of Quebec, he replied in the affirmative, adding that he even went every year in the beautiful province to admire whales up the St. Lawrence. This cop, his subconscious would soon be even further adornment of his act of bravery, considering confined itself to making fun of a clever fool. To deceive
waiting, Stéphane observed the place of rendezvous, a Bar-Tabac-Pmu seemingly out of a film by the Dardenne brothers. The place, populated three-quarters of Africans to the lip almost glued to the screens of instant lottery, sweating unemployment, family allowances made into games scratch or liters of beer and boredom of existence without chilling prospects. Behind the zinc depleted of dirt, a Chinese pissing served mechanically occupied her glasses and lost moments petting a dog excessively fatty eyeing an anxious eye on the daily menu.
The location was chosen because there was half the Amstel the cheapest in Paris and that glass of wine was less than 2 euros.
- "They really do change never ... "sighed Stephen swallowing the bottom of his martini.
Almost fifty minutes after the official time of appointment, the band went noisily into the cafe and sat opposite him. How guys who never work can they be consistently late? The question burned his lips but he refrained from asking not to tarnish the atmosphere of the reunion. A more or less regular intervals, he liked to renew, the time of a meal or an evening with his old comrades of the Royal and French Identity in whose company he spent so many nights ethyl rebuild the world. Stephen, however, was not driven solely by the student nostalgia, he also hoped to provide useful advice to friends who continued to agitate in various more or less radical factions to ruin their lives consciously.
He was "arrived" without "denying oneself". So he wanted, first, that this fact is recognized and, on the other hand, hoped to be imitated by the most intelligent.
The conversation just started, two rounds of beers were already engulfed. Stéphane excited to let his commensals About torchlight, new stickers, petitions, leaflets releases, cracking CCTV cameras ... then struck three times the table with his signet ring and exclaimed:
- "Hey, guys, Let's talk about serious things? .
Mouths were silent, and eyes were fixed, some other interrogative tinged with a mixture of surprise and annoyance. Stephen continued: "Well, I'll teach you something, you have more than twenty years ... should you know it and perhaps think of doing politics ...." The tone
excessively paternalistic did shake a few hands but no one dared to reply, one of the youngest in the group simply to ask what it meant for him, "do politics! "
-" Take seats! "Stephen came to life," Entering the game to shake up the rules, make a hole in the institutions to infiltrate passively waiting for something better ... "
front looks doubtful of his interlocutors, he insisted:" Putting the flag in his pocket and wait for its time, it helps when the time comes, you can change a comma in a settlement or a line in a text of application of a law and, there, to finally have an influence, limited but real, the concrete on the lives of our countrymen .... "
Incidentally, this also allowed to have a social image flattering, smoking cigars, drinking bourbon and be invited to openings to the great satisfaction of his wife who got along wonderfully well with the wife of the prefect . But Stephen does not believe it useful to mention these "listed at" very high. He paused and looked attentively at his audience to discern whether the arguments had worn. The feelings of the group seemed torn between anger and acquiescence ... Nothing could make a switch. This is the moment chosen to intervene Little Frank:
- 'Make a bitch for a comma, I think it looks cheap ... the pass
Annoyed by the intervention, Stefan became almost as hateful and answered in sputum: "A maid's room, a job in 1400 and no girlfriend, you're right, my alter franky ...."
Frank tried to throw herself at him but his friends held him back. Disapproving murmurs roamed the group. Stephen felt he had swung against him. Indeed, tackling Frank, he had chosen the wrong target because it emerged from six weeks in prison for having collected the decapitated statue of Lenin moved to Montpellier. Knowing he had lost the game, Stéphane decided to retire. He got up and laid on the table a 50 euro note before turning back to his comrades, murmuring in a fixed smile, almost a grimace: "It's my round. .
Zentropa Sitting at the bottom of the coffee, Stéphane smoothed a hand a little weary but satisfied his silk tie fleurdelysÚe, smiling at the little provocative was the fact of having gone office, the prefecture, with this attribute royalist.
This morning, before her mirror, he had thought long and hard, hesitated, weighing the risks and possible consequences of such bravado. On several occasions he had filed the dangerous objects on the unmade bed and had before it a classic midnight blue tie. But after more than a quarter of an hour of painful prevarication, Helen having had the audacity to laugh at his endless carousel, his muscles were clenched in a manly resolution and he had forged with the force heretical piece of cloth around already tightened his throat.
When any earlier, he recounts his exploits to his former comrades, he forgets to specify that Gauthier, deputy chief litigation Coated snowy shoulders and only person of the day have noticed the object of the offense, which had asked him if it was a reminder of Quebec, he replied in the affirmative, adding that he even went every year in the beautiful province to admire whales up the St. Lawrence. This cop, his subconscious would soon be even further adornment of his act of bravery, considering confined itself to making fun of a clever fool. To deceive
waiting, Stéphane observed the place of rendezvous, a Bar-Tabac-Pmu seemingly out of a film by the Dardenne brothers. The place, populated three-quarters of Africans to the lip almost glued to the screens of instant lottery, sweating unemployment, family allowances made into games scratch or liters of beer and boredom of existence without chilling prospects. Behind the zinc depleted of dirt, a Chinese pissing served mechanically occupied her glasses and lost moments petting a dog excessively fatty eyeing an anxious eye on the daily menu.
The location was chosen because there was half the Amstel the cheapest in Paris and that glass of wine was less than 2 euros.
- "They really do change never ... "sighed Stephen swallowing the bottom of his martini.
Almost fifty minutes after the official time of appointment, the band went noisily into the cafe and sat opposite him. How guys who never work can they be consistently late? The question burned his lips but he refrained from asking not to tarnish the atmosphere of the reunion. A more or less regular intervals, he liked to renew, the time of a meal or an evening with his old comrades of the Royal and French Identity in whose company he spent so many nights ethyl rebuild the world. Stephen, however, was not driven solely by the student nostalgia, he also hoped to provide useful advice to friends who continued to agitate in various more or less radical factions to ruin their lives consciously.
He was "arrived" without "denying oneself". So he wanted, first, that this fact is recognized and, on the other hand, hoped to be imitated by the most intelligent.
The conversation just started, two rounds of beers were already engulfed. Stéphane excited to let his commensals About torchlight, new stickers, petitions, leaflets releases, cracking CCTV cameras ... then struck three times the table with his signet ring and exclaimed:
- "Hey, guys, Let's talk about serious things? .
Mouths were silent, and eyes were fixed, some other interrogative tinged with a mixture of surprise and annoyance. Stephen continued: "Well, I'll teach you something, you have more than twenty years ... should you know it and perhaps think of doing politics ...." The tone
excessively paternalistic did shake a few hands but no one dared to reply, one of the youngest in the group simply to ask what it meant for him, "do politics! "
-" Take seats! "Stephen came to life," Entering the game to shake up the rules, make a hole in the institutions to infiltrate passively waiting for something better ... "
front looks doubtful of his interlocutors, he insisted:" Putting the flag in his pocket and wait for its time, it helps when the time comes, you can change a comma in a settlement or a line in a text of application of a law and, there, to finally have an influence, limited but real, the concrete on the lives of our countrymen .... "
Incidentally, this also allowed to have a social image flattering, smoking cigars, drinking bourbon and be invited to openings to the great satisfaction of his wife who got along wonderfully well with the wife of the prefect . But Stephen does not believe it useful to mention these "listed at" very high. He paused and looked attentively at his audience to discern whether the arguments had worn. The feelings of the group seemed torn between anger and acquiescence ... Nothing could make a switch. This is the moment chosen to intervene Little Frank:
- 'Make a bitch for a comma, I think it looks cheap ... the pass
Annoyed by the intervention, Stefan became almost as hateful and answered in sputum: "A maid's room, a job in 1400 and no girlfriend, you're right, my alter franky ...."
Frank tried to throw herself at him but his friends held him back. Disapproving murmurs roamed the group. Stephen felt he had swung against him. Indeed, tackling Frank, he had chosen the wrong target because it emerged from six weeks in prison for having collected the decapitated statue of Lenin moved to Montpellier. Knowing he had lost the game, Stéphane decided to retire. He got up and laid on the table a 50 euro note before turning back to his comrades, murmuring in a fixed smile, almost a grimace: "It's my round. .
March 2009
Best Latter To A Cousin
we dissolved! Smile you're
After the dissolution of the Action and the French federation Camelots the king in 1936, it is forbidden to wear their insignia and symbols (Plate hawkers, Lily of the league ...)
royalist activists demonstrate humor and then proudly wear their lapel of 10 cents a piece! 
After the dissolution of the Action and the French federation Camelots the king in 1936, it is forbidden to wear their insignia and symbols (Plate hawkers, Lily of the league ...)
royalist activists demonstrate humor and then proudly wear their lapel of 10 cents a piece!
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Constantly Get Stomach Cramps
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November 7, 2008 The Parisian royalists were blocking the intersection at the Odeon in protest against the installation of 1,224 surveillance cameras in Paris Bertrand Delanoe and defending fundamental freedoms.
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Old Spice Deodorant Burn
When the Swiss were royalists ...
Except in rare exeptions, democratic republics by nature grow dull, dull, abstract . By this yardstick, the Swiss system, which also dates back only to 1848, has reached a kind of "perfection" where anonymity confined to absence, where transparency and probity are confused with empty ... In this "confederation", now we vote on everything and nothing, to the absurd: the sorting of garbage, Prices of "dog training" to owners of big dogs, the return of grades in primary school, etc.. However, the leader of the largest party was the firm landed Berne for wanting to reintroduce a pinch of nationalism in politics ...
Cursed "nationalism" without which, however, Switzerland would not exist! Switzerland, which formerly was even before the royalist outweigh the heirs of the archer Republican (yet ultra-nationalist ...) Guillaume Tell.
" was when Queen Bertha was spinning "," was at the right time of Queen Berthe . These popular phrases heard in Geneva, in the mouth of a "peasant lady" bearing the name of Hugo's Cosette once put us on Tracking the Helvetic monarchism now concealed.
We went then to the magnificent Romanesque abbey of Payerne (Vaud) where the tomb of this legendary queen (nothing in common with the Grand Bertha foot, mother of Charlemagne) at the point of today alone personify the old royalist Swiss. And indeed, it marked his time. The character who lived from circa 905 to circa 978 and reigned as the only wife of the King, 922-940, has been beautifully restored by the Swiss author who was unknown yet, without doubt, the greatest essayist romand of the first part of the twentieth century, most original in all cases: Cingria Charles Albert (1883-1954).
Immersed in ancient authors, even forgotten that he, like Bishop Liutprand, Father Dey, or Poupardin Muret, Cingria has given rise to the legend that mistress woman who did not hesitate to be represented with his royal crown and also his distaff, a symbol of femininity (Hence also the figurative expression " fall distaff " for hereditary rights granted to a woman, without a male heir ...). Daughter of the Bourcard Swabia, Duke of Alemania (always called "speaking" speaking Switzerland), successively married Bertha Rudolph II, King of Burgundy (the kingdom was then the center part of modern Switzerland) and Italy and Hugh of Arles, Count of Provence and King of Italy, The Annals Sangallenses left us this image of the bride going through the Alps, " in a palanquin and sleigh "in the Italian states of her husband. The second of them distinguished himself by his harem of four wives made" legitimate "(which Bertha) and six concubines. The Saracens who in those days, were still raiding to Chur (Graubünden) does not last be disoriented by the mores of the Christian monarch ...
Among the children of the first bed of the future imagined Bertha St. Adelaide , wife of Otho, the first Holy Roman Emperor, and their daughter Emma became "Queen of France" by marrying the Carolingian Lothair IV. Their son Louis V was the last of this line to reign, before the Capetian (987). Interdynastiques marriages have no doubt that blood circulates today berthien in the veins of French princes.
The "queen spinner" (or "spinner") played a role especially socio-political peacemaker in an active retirement about 40 years. Located in the Pays de Vaud, the dowager sema behind monasteries, churches and various benefits under the aegis of the Holy Mayeul Avignon (906-994), abbot of Cluny and Payerne. Bertholo tower at Lutry (Vaud), still perpetuates the memory of that sovereign very Christian, called to the end "Queen by the grace of God." It may be beautiful and modest village of Colombier sur Mortuaries in the backcountry around Lake Geneva, which is shared by the landscape a bit of the atmosphere berthienne. It is also said that holders of the surname "Berthollet" refer in one way or another in remembrance of Queen Berthe. When the Swiss were royalists ...
- Péroncel-Hugoz, in The NRH # 41 (March-April 2009) -
Sunday, March 8, 2009
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What Does Nud Audible Alarm
The cry of weapons or war takes some words to a nation, a city, a house shows were written on their banners. He formerly served
signal, either to give battle or to recognize themselves in the fray, either to rally the troops and revive their courage; Knights also used them in games and tournaments. This cry, much in use among the French and other peoples of Europe, was only renewed custom of ancient peoples.
Among the moderns, the cry of war knights belonged only with the right to banner. So there was in an army as much shouting as banners, but also the cries individuals, there was a general for the whole army was the king or commander in chief. The general cry was made unanimously by all soldiers together at the time of the melee, as if to implore the assistance of heaven to animate the battle cries while individuals had no other purpose than to win every man arms under the banner of his immediate supervisor.
signal, either to give battle or to recognize themselves in the fray, either to rally the troops and revive their courage; Knights also used them in games and tournaments. This cry, much in use among the French and other peoples of Europe, was only renewed custom of ancient peoples.
Among the moderns, the cry of war knights belonged only with the right to banner. So there was in an army as much shouting as banners, but also the cries individuals, there was a general for the whole army was the king or commander in chief. The general cry was made unanimously by all soldiers together at the time of the melee, as if to implore the assistance of heaven to animate the battle cries while individuals had no other purpose than to win every man arms under the banner of his immediate supervisor.
The cry of the kings of France is " Mount Joy, Saint-Denis!".
Raoul de Presle, who lived under Charles V, known as Clovis fighting in the valley of Conflans-Sainte-Honorine, the battle ended on the mountain where a tower was called Mount Joy. Scenel Robert, bishop of Avranches, said Clovis, in danger at the battle of Tolbiac, just before embracing Christianity, Saint-Denis invoked under the name of Jupiter, shouting: Saint-Denis! my Jove! where they made then Mount Joy.
The former authors have not given the true origin of this cry, and most accredited opinion today is that of Saint-Cher Huguet, who reports that the pilgrims were wont to call Mount Joie heaps of stones on which they planted the cross: Constituunt acervum lapidum and ponunt cruces and dicitur Mons-Gaudiya . Del Rio attests the same thing the pilgrims of Saint-Jacques in Galicia.
There was a lot of joy on the mountain-road to St. Denis, and when we went to get the banner that our kings had made it screamed across Route: Mont-Saint-Denis Joy!
This cry was repeated in the war, and became one of the kings of France.
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Funny And Creative Wedding Invitation Matter
Painting royalist in 2009
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for readability it is advisable to expand on the A3.
Please use white paint !
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