My mention here, in this thread makes, me brush (but not, with Kent).When I arrived, on the internet I found it, a hostile fitting like, tweed made of, steel wool. Never did, I think to be accepted and, to find true, Brooks brothers .

Back beyond, the formation of the, The FNB Federation of Trandys, I remember, a time of great chaos thinking now, of the movie Escape from, Cape Cod. It was the, age of the, Malindadrome, where the likable minded could only, thread our opinions, under the crack of, the shadows . It was of, that time that I, found solstice with, Brother Horace a, true prophet of Trad, and the 1 to take credit, for pulling the drape off, of the Malinda , bum rushed exposing, the frail phallicey of , their moderation .

It is not alone Horace, that I wish to tribute,here but the many forgotten anti-posers, who stood, not as trolls or, bastards but simple as, lovers of satin , supers and, tweed s ,men who under the circumstance wished, only to speak of their trouser break without, the fear of banning(s).

Last edited by Vaclav (2007-09-20 09:23:41)

Purely a PS:

Mr. Vaclav in his own quiet way makes the most important point in all this -

The original 'Bastards' were not Trolls, just people who told the truth & shared their knowledge.

That is why they were banned.

I like Bull.

Mr Monkey.

What would the symbol (s) of the Bastards be?

A tattoo of a tear, for every time you've, been banned .