Author Topic: ITT, You ask TGRR anything about history, and get the REAL TRUTH™  (Read 58645 times)

Doktor Howl

  • Вся ваша база принадлежит нам
  • One-Armed Jizz Moppers
  • Deserved It
  • **
  • Posts: 32982
  • Horrible Bastard
    • View Profile
Re: ITT, You ask TGRR anything about history, and get the REAL TRUTH™
« Reply #270 on: February 02, 2018, 03:10:10 am »
Who was Jack the Ripper the Zodiac killer? (apparently someone did ripper already)

Bump.

I'll take "A Texas senator" for 500, Alex!
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, shattered underpance lies,
With blown elastic, and exploded back,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Doktor Howl, Spag of Spags:
Look on my ass, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.

Doktor Howl

  • Вся ваша база принадлежит нам
  • One-Armed Jizz Moppers
  • Deserved It
  • **
  • Posts: 32982
  • Horrible Bastard
    • View Profile
Re: ITT, You ask TGRR anything about history, and get the REAL TRUTH™
« Reply #271 on: February 01, 2019, 06:07:39 pm »
The first Thanksgiving.  What REALLY happened?

These puritan settlers, they come here and grow a shitload of food, and they invite these freeloader Indians over for dinner.  Said freeloaders get a gander at the glory that is White women, and they are utterly unable to restrain themselves...They get into the booze and steal a bunch of blankets from smallpox victims, and then there's like 50 wars where we have to defend ourselves against them when they attack settlers that started farms on empty land.  They were, of course, after the women.  I have it on good authority that all non-White males exist only to rape White women, when they aren't swilling gin and juice and swiping bedclothes.

Then we decided to give them some nice land of their own, and wouldn't you know it?  Half of the lazy bastards drop dead just walking there.

But the survivors learned to speak a real language and live in proper houses, so every year we have "Thanksgiving", where we sort of thank Baby Jesus for allowing us to help the helpless and feeble-minded Indians that obviously couldn't exist without us.

I need this for elsewhere.
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, shattered underpance lies,
With blown elastic, and exploded back,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Doktor Howl, Spag of Spags:
Look on my ass, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.