Mega Thread The Random Thoughts Thread Part 1

[El_Scorcho]

Brilliant.

 

[Doctor Feel]

Naitanui in the all australian squad......


...since he was consistent and everything.

 

[bomberclifford]

Solution: Place labrador on roof.

Gotta Getta Gutta Lab

 

[tribey]

Naitanui in the all australian squad......


...since he was consistent and everything.

Sean Dempster.

The amount of guns we have had that never got AA credit and Sean Dempster gets a look-in.

 

[Schulzenfest]

Sean Dempster > Jay Schulz and Brad Ebert lol

Wow. Apparently we're so irrelevant that we're not even worth a mention as a club that didn't have anybody nominated.

'Last year's captain Gary Ablett is once again the sole Gold Coast player to be nominated, while the Brisbane Lions, Greater Western Sydney, Melbourne and the Western Bulldogs did not have any players nominated.'

On a more positive note, Brad Ebert got a mention in the top 50 here:

http://www.bigpondsport.com/the-best-50-players-in-the-afl/tabid/91/newsid/94825/default.aspx

 

[DonDraper]

Sean Dempster.

The amount of guns we have had that never got AA credit and Sean Dempster gets a look-in.

Tbh Dempster has had a solid year and will go close to their B&F. Crazy hey.

Brad was the only one worthy of a squad nomination for us. Jay would be if he played a few more games

 

[Schulzenfest]

Brent Reilly too. It's been a strange year.

 

[manureid]

Goes to show how little I give a crap about the AFL these days....who the hell does Sean Dempster play for???

 

[DonDraper]

St Kilda, former Swan though yeah?

I am seriously not giving a **** about Finals for the first time ever. Even when we haven't been playing Finals I've been right into it but I just honestly don't care this year.

Even tempted to go to Adelaide's pre season friendly on Friday night at Hindmarsh instead of watching the Hawks v Pies match.

 

[manureid]

Premier League has started and the NFL starts this week, AFL interest has departed out of my back door....

 

[Portia]

Wait, there's more AFL coming soon? I thought the season ended on the weekend.

 

[Eddie Dingle]

I had a dream last night that I was delivering this speech to my Port Adelaide brethren from the scoreboard at Alberton Oval...

I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our Football Club.
Fifty years ago, a great Australian, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Creed. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Port Adelaide slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity.
But fifty years later, the Port Adelaide Football Club still is not free. Fifty years later, the life of the Port Adelaide Football Club is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. Fifty years later, the Port Adelaide Football Club lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. Fifty years later, the Port Adelaide Football Club is still languishing in the corners of Australian society and finds himself an exile in his own land. So we have come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.
In a sense we have come to the AFL to cash a check. When the architects of our bid to join the AFL wrote the magnificent words of the bid and the Declaration of Independence from the SANFL, they were signing a promissory note to which every Port Adelaide supporter was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all Port Adelaide supporters, yes, Power men as well as Magpie men, would be guaranteed the unalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.
It is obvious today the AFL and the SANFL have defaulted on this promissory note insofar as her citizens of the PAFC are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, the SANFL has given the Port Adelaide supporters a bad check, a check which has come back marked "insufficient funds." But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. So we have come to cash this check -- a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice. We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind the AFL of the fierce urgency of now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of football justice. Now is the time to lift our club from the quick sands of SANFL injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of Port Adelaide's children.

It would be fatal for the AFL to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the Port Adelaide Football Clubs legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Two thousand and twelve is not an end, but a beginning. Those who hope that the Port Adelaide supporter needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the AFL returns to business as usual. There will be neither rest nor tranquility in Australia until the Port Adelaide Football Club is granted its licence. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.
But there is something that I must say to my people who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice. In the process of gaining our rightful place we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred.
We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force. The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Port Adelaide community must not lead us to a distrust of all AFL and SANFL people, for many of our brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. They have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom. We cannot walk alone.
As we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead. We cannot turn back. There are those who are asking the devotees of our football clubs rights, "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be satisfied as long as the Port Adelaide Football Club is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of media brutality. We can never be satisfied, as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain equality in the paper of Adelaide and the papers of the nation. We cannot be satisfied as long as the Port Adelaide supporters basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their selfhood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating "For Camry's Only". We cannot be satisfied as long as a Power supporter in Rosewater cannot read the paper for fear of the vitriol and a Power supporter in Noarlunga believes he has nothing for which to read the paper. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream.
I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from an overnighter to the MCG. Some of you have come from areas where your quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of media brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive.
Go back to Rosewater, go back to Semaphore, go back to Alberton, go back to Exeter, go back to the Black Diamond Corner, go back to the slums and ghettos of our western towns, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed. Let us not wallow in the valley of despair.
I say to you today, my friends, so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the Port Adelaide dream.
I have a dream that one day this club will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed.
I have a dream that one day on the sand hills of Semaphore the sons of former Magpies and the sons of former Power players will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.
I have a dream that one day even the state of South Australia, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.
I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a state where they will not be judged by the color of their scarf but by the content of their character.
I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day, down in Adelaide, with its vicious Camry supporters, with its media having its lips dripping with the words of interposition and nullification; one day right there in Adelaide, little Power boys and Power girls will be able to join hands with little Magpie boys and Magpie girls as sisters and brothers.
I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of Foster Neil Williams shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together.
This is our hope. This is the faith that I go back to Adelaide with. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our club into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to Adelaide Oval together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.
This will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with a new meaning, "My club, 'tis of thee, sweet club of liberty, of thee I sing. Club where my fathers played, club of the settlers pride, from every hillside, let freedom ring."
And if Port Adelaide is to be a great club again this must become true. So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of Skye. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of the Flinders Ranges. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Morphett Vale!
Let freedom ring from the snowcapped Rockies of Tasmania!
Let freedom ring from the curvaceous hills of Adelaide!
But not only that; let freedom ring from the Mountain of Hotham!
Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Gambier!
Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Adelaide. From every mountainside, let freedom ring.
And when this happens, when we allow freedom to ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, Power men and Magpie men, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Magpie spiritual, "Cheer cheer the black and the white...!"

 

[bomberclifford]

I had a dream last night that I was delivering this speech to my Port Adelaide brethren from the scoreboard at Alberton Oval...

I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our Football Club.
Fifty years ago, a great Australian, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Creed. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Port Adelaide slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity.
But fifty years later, the Port Adelaide Football Club still is not free. Fifty years later, the life of the Port Adelaide Football Club is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. Fifty years later, the Port Adelaide Football Club lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. Fifty years later, the Port Adelaide Football Club is still languishing in the corners of Australian society and finds himself an exile in his own land. So we have come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.
In a sense we have come to the AFL to cash a check. When the architects of our bid to join the AFL wrote the magnificent words of the bid and the Declaration of Independence from the SANFL, they were signing a promissory note to which every Port Adelaide supporter was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all Port Adelaide supporters, yes, Power men as well as Magpie men, would be guaranteed the unalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.
It is obvious today the AFL and the SANFL have defaulted on this promissory note insofar as her citizens of the PAFC are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, the SANFL has given the Port Adelaide supporters a bad check, a check which has come back marked "insufficient funds." But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. So we have come to cash this check -- a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice. We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind the AFL of the fierce urgency of now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of football justice. Now is the time to lift our club from the quick sands of SANFL injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of Port Adelaide's children.

It would be fatal for the AFL to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the Port Adelaide Football Clubs legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Two thousand and twelve is not an end, but a beginning. Those who hope that the Port Adelaide supporter needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the AFL returns to business as usual. There will be neither rest nor tranquility in Australia until the Port Adelaide Football Club is granted its licence. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.
But there is something that I must say to my people who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice. In the process of gaining our rightful place we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred.
We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force. The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Port Adelaide community must not lead us to a distrust of all AFL and SANFL people, for many of our brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. They have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom. We cannot walk alone.
As we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead. We cannot turn back. There are those who are asking the devotees of our football clubs rights, "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be satisfied as long as the Port Adelaide Football Club is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of media brutality. We can never be satisfied, as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain equality in the paper of Adelaide and the papers of the nation. We cannot be satisfied as long as the Port Adelaide supporters basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their selfhood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating "For Camry's Only". We cannot be satisfied as long as a Power supporter in Rosewater cannot read the paper for fear of the vitriol and a Power supporter in Noarlunga believes he has nothing for which to read the paper. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream.
I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from an overnighter to the MCG. Some of you have come from areas where your quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of media brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive.
Go back to Rosewater, go back to Semaphore, go back to Alberton, go back to Exeter, go back to the Black Diamond Corner, go back to the slums and ghettos of our western towns, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed. Let us not wallow in the valley of despair.
I say to you today, my friends, so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the Port Adelaide dream.
I have a dream that one day this club will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed.
I have a dream that one day on the sand hills of Semaphore the sons of former Magpies and the sons of former Power players will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.
I have a dream that one day even the state of South Australia, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.
I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a state where they will not be judged by the color of their scarf but by the content of their character.
I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day, down in Adelaide, with its vicious Camry supporters, with its media having its lips dripping with the words of interposition and nullification; one day right there in Adelaide, little Power boys and Power girls will be able to join hands with little Magpie boys and Magpie girls as sisters and brothers.
I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of Foster Neil Williams shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together.
This is our hope. This is the faith that I go back to Adelaide with. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our club into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to Adelaide Oval together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.
This will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with a new meaning, "My club, 'tis of thee, sweet club of liberty, of thee I sing. Club where my fathers played, club of the settlers pride, from every hillside, let freedom ring."
And if Port Adelaide is to be a great club again this must become true. So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of Skye. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of the Flinders Ranges. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Morphett Vale!
Let freedom ring from the snowcapped Rockies of Tasmania!
Let freedom ring from the curvaceous hills of Adelaide!
But not only that; let freedom ring from the Mountain of Hotham!
Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Gambier!
Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Adelaide. From every mountainside, let freedom ring.
And when this happens, when we allow freedom to ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, Power men and Magpie men, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Magpie spiritual, "Cheer cheer the black and the white...!"

Quoted for annoyance.

 

[Natman]

Thoughtful and heart wrenching, or just drunk again
Change 'check' to 'cheque' in a number of places. Sorry to be picky Pres, but you did make a big effort.

 

[Portia]

My dreams are never that long.

 

[manureid]

Dare i say it:

TL ; DR

 

[tribey]

Gillon McLachlan knocks back the NRL CEO position? Feel sorry for Crows fans losing all those double fixtures against the Western Reds, Gold Coast Seagulls, Adelaide Rams and Newtown Jets.

 

[Kickpuncher]

Random thought

If the KKKrows win the grand final I'm leaving Adelaide for 6 months and taking as many bottles of the strongest liquor I can find that my bag can hold.

After that 6 month spiritual journey I shall come back with a shaved head and a new out look on life.

 

[Lightning_Rod]

any one heard the new tyre power radio ad, just ripping off key parts of our song to suit the "power" part of their name.

 

[Relativity]

Lucky you had a secretary in the dream to take dictation FH07.

 

[The Smaller Warrior]

I had a dream last night that I was delivering this speech to my Port Adelaide brethren from the scoreboard at Alberton Oval...

I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our Football Club.
Fifty years ago, a great Australian, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Creed. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Port Adelaide slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity.
But fifty years later, the Port Adelaide Football Club still is not free. Fifty years later, the life of the Port Adelaide Football Club is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. Fifty years later, the Port Adelaide Football Club lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. Fifty years later, the Port Adelaide Football Club is still languishing in the corners of Australian society and finds himself an exile in his own land. So we have come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.
In a sense we have come to the AFL to cash a check. When the architects of our bid to join the AFL wrote the magnificent words of the bid and the Declaration of Independence from the SANFL, they were signing a promissory note to which every Port Adelaide supporter was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all Port Adelaide supporters, yes, Power men as well as Magpie men, would be guaranteed the unalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.
It is obvious today the AFL and the SANFL have defaulted on this promissory note insofar as her citizens of the PAFC are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, the SANFL has given the Port Adelaide supporters a bad check, a check which has come back marked "insufficient funds." But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. So we have come to cash this check -- a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice. We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind the AFL of the fierce urgency of now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of football justice. Now is the time to lift our club from the quick sands of SANFL injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of Port Adelaide's children.

It would be fatal for the AFL to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the Port Adelaide Football Clubs legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Two thousand and twelve is not an end, but a beginning. Those who hope that the Port Adelaide supporter needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the AFL returns to business as usual. There will be neither rest nor tranquility in Australia until the Port Adelaide Football Club is granted its licence. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.
But there is something that I must say to my people who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice. In the process of gaining our rightful place we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred.
We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force. The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Port Adelaide community must not lead us to a distrust of all AFL and SANFL people, for many of our brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. They have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom. We cannot walk alone.
As we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead. We cannot turn back. There are those who are asking the devotees of our football clubs rights, "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be satisfied as long as the Port Adelaide Football Club is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of media brutality. We can never be satisfied, as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain equality in the paper of Adelaide and the papers of the nation. We cannot be satisfied as long as the Port Adelaide supporters basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their selfhood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating "For Camry's Only". We cannot be satisfied as long as a Power supporter in Rosewater cannot read the paper for fear of the vitriol and a Power supporter in Noarlunga believes he has nothing for which to read the paper. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream.
I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from an overnighter to the MCG. Some of you have come from areas where your quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of media brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive.
Go back to Rosewater, go back to Semaphore, go back to Alberton, go back to Exeter, go back to the Black Diamond Corner, go back to the slums and ghettos of our western towns, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed. Let us not wallow in the valley of despair.
I say to you today, my friends, so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the Port Adelaide dream.
I have a dream that one day this club will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed.
I have a dream that one day on the sand hills of Semaphore the sons of former Magpies and the sons of former Power players will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.
I have a dream that one day even the state of South Australia, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.
I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a state where they will not be judged by the color of their scarf but by the content of their character.
I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day, down in Adelaide, with its vicious Camry supporters, with its media having its lips dripping with the words of interposition and nullification; one day right there in Adelaide, little Power boys and Power girls will be able to join hands with little Magpie boys and Magpie girls as sisters and brothers.
I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of Foster Neil Williams shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together.
This is our hope. This is the faith that I go back to Adelaide with. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our club into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to Adelaide Oval together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.
This will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with a new meaning, "My club, 'tis of thee, sweet club of liberty, of thee I sing. Club where my fathers played, club of the settlers pride, from every hillside, let freedom ring."
And if Port Adelaide is to be a great club again this must become true. So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of Skye. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of the Flinders Ranges. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Morphett Vale!
Let freedom ring from the snowcapped Rockies of Tasmania!
Let freedom ring from the curvaceous hills of Adelaide!
But not only that; let freedom ring from the Mountain of Hotham!
Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Gambier!
Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Adelaide. From every mountainside, let freedom ring.
And when this happens, when we allow freedom to ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, Power men and Magpie men, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Magpie spiritual, "Cheer cheer the black and the white...!"

Yeah

 

[Relativity]

any one heard the new tyre power radio ad, just ripping off key parts of our song to suit the "power" part of their name.

You should check out the White King "Power Clean" toilet gel bottle, resplendant in black, white, silver and teal colours. Maybe "the ferret" gets off using it in his S bend.

 

[Stromageddon]

any one heard the new tyre power radio ad, just ripping off key parts of our song to suit the "power" part of their name.

I would take that. Advertises us in a way.

 

[Portia]

 

[YoungsterPA]

Just spent $700 on shoes

I am awesome