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I almost never make the Mad Bald One lock up a thread.

But, in keeping with the Peng Challenge Thread, the Thread of the New Millenium, Rudyard Kipling, and the 'need to make clear what we are all about':

The Young Cesspool Squire

WHEN the Scum Sucking Newbie goes out to the 'Pool

'E acts like a pillock an' 'e posts like a fool,

An' 'e weeps because others are frequently cruel

    And 'e's not fit to serve as a squire.

Serve, serve, serve as a squire,

Serve, serve, serve as a squire,

Serve, serve, serve as a squire,

    Squire of the Cesspool!

Now all you serfs what's drafted to-day,

You shut up your cake-hole an' 'ark to my lay,

An' I'll sing you a squire as far as I may:

    A squire what's fit for a 'Pooler.

Fit, fit, fit for a squire

Fit, fit, fit for a squire

Fit, fit, fit for a squire

Squire of the Cesspool!

First mind you steer clear o' the 'general' taunt,

that labels you stupid, useless, and naught --

that shows to the world that you cannot be taught --

    An' it's bad for the young Cesspool Squire.

Bad, bad, bad for the squire

Bad, bad, bad for the squire

Bad, bad, bad for the squire

Squire of the Cesspool

When comes the laughter -- as it will past a doubt --

don't pose and don't preen, and don't go on the shout,

For the 'Pool will just sneer, and spit yer arse out,

    An' it crumples the young Cesspool Squire.

Crum-, crum-, crumples the squire

Crum-, crum-, crumples the squire

Crum-, crum-, crumples the squire

Squire of the Cesspool

But the worst o' your foes is the other young fools:

who'll be set on yer arse, by the powers that rule:

they'll send you out battles that make you look like a tool,

    An' you'll die like a fool of a squire.

Fool, fool, fool of a squire

Fool, fool, fool of a squire

Fool, fool, fool of a squire

Squire of the Cesspool

If you're belittled and spat on, completely ignored,

Don't piss and don't moan, and return to the Board;

Be witty and tough, and amusement afford

    Then it's beer for the young Cesspool Squire.

Beer, beer, beer for the squire

Beer, beer, beer for the squire

Beer, beer, beer for the squire

Squire of the Cesspool

Now, if you should find a Knight notices your worth

and offers to sponsor your place on this earth

and offers your pain up to give others mirth,

    Know that mirth is enough for a squire.

'Nough, 'nough, 'nough for a squire

'Nough, 'nough, 'nough for a squire

'Nough, 'nough, 'nough for a squire

Squire of the Cesspool

Your Knight's foes will curse you, and laugh at your pain

your Knight will laugh too, and you'll feel there's no gain

and you'll curse all the 'Pool, and call it insane,

    An' you'll then know the curse of a squire.

Curse, curse, curse of a squire

Curse, curse, curse of a squire

Curse, curse, curse of a squire

Squire of the Cesspool

When you first go to taunt, you'll probably suck,

And the Knights will run over your arse like a truck,

Be thankful you're livin', and trust to your luck

    And march to new taunts like a squire.

Taunt, taunt, taunt like a squire

Taunt, taunt, taunt like a squire

Taunt, taunt, taunt like a squire

Squire of the Cesspool!

When 'arf of your taunts fly wide and go wrong,

Don't revert to expletives or ****e jokes, you nong;

Just buckle down lad, and get set for sing-song,

    the song of a young Cesspool squire.

song, song, song for a squire

song, song, song for a squire

song, song, song for a squire

Squire of the Cesspool

And if you should finally arrive as a Knight

having taunted and held on and fought the good fight

then remember to make the new squires wade through ****e

Cause ****e is what makes a good squire,

****e, ****e, ****e for a squire

****e, ****e, ****e for a squire

****e, ****e, ****e for a squire

Squire of the Cesspool

You're no longer a squire, and now you're a Knight,

you've learned how to taunt, and mock, and make light

of all of the bastards who once gave you ****e

    and hate like a young Cesspool squire.

hate, hate, hate like a squire

hate, hate, hate like a squire

hate, hate, hate like a squire

Squire of the Cesspool

When you're wounded and left in the Cesspool of Peng,

And the bastards come out to cut up what remains,

Jest roll to the taunt and blow out their brains

    An' go to your Gawd like a Knight.

Go, go, go like a knight,

Go, go, go like a knight,

Go, go, go like a knight,

Knight of the Cesspool!

Dedicated to Hiram Sedai. A Squire and Knight of the Cesspool.

[ 09-09-2001: Message edited by: Seanachai ]

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and when the bald one's a-going to see your post

he'll be doing a-something to annoy you the most

he'll be locking this down, makin' it toast

and making you look the fool

Sean, Sean, Seanachai fool

Sean, Sean, Seanachai fool

Sean, Sean, Seanachai fool

now run back to the cesspool

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Her name was Lola, she was a showgirl

With yellow feathers in her hair and a dress cut down to there

She would merengue and do the cha-cha

But while she tried to be a star,

Tony always tended bar

Across the crowded floor, he worked from 8 til 4

They were young and they had each other

Who could ask for more?

At the Copa (CO!), Copacabana (Copacabana)

The hottest spot north of Havana (here)

At the Copa (CO!), Copacabana

Music and passion were always in fashion

At the Copa....they fell in love.

His name was Rico. He wore a diamond.

He was escorted to his chair, he saw Lola dancing there

And when she finished, he called her over,

But Rico went a bit to far,

Tony sailed across the bar

And then the punches flew and chairs were smashed in two

There was blood and a single gun shot

But just who shot who?

At the Copa (CO!), Copacabana (Copacabana)

The hottest spot north of Havana (here)

At the Copa (CO!), Copacabana

Music and passion were always in fashion

At the Copa....she lost her love.

Copa... Copacabana... music and passion... always the fashion...

Her name was Lola, she was a showgirl,

But that was 30 years ago, when they used to have a show.

Now it's a disco, but not for Lola,

Still in the dress she used to wear,

Faded feathers in her hair.

She sits there so refined, and drinks herself half-blind.

She lost her youth and she lost her Tony,

Now she's lost her mind!

At the Copa (CO!), Copacabana (Copacabana)

The hottest spot north of Havana (here)

At the Copa (CO!), Copacabana

Music and passion were always in fashion

At the Copa....don't fall in love.

[ 09-09-2001: Message edited by: Michael Dorosh ]

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You don't know what a PzKpfw I is, even when it has two handsome young chaps with silly hats on sitting on it with a look in their eyes which just screams "look at my shiny new PzKpfw I, which is armed with two MG34 machineguns, has 7-13mm armour and a maximum speed of 23mph, and later in the war was adapted as a chassis for command tanks and artillery pieces"? You, you, anti-grog! Get back to the Peng Thread, I'm sure they'll welcome you back after your daring exploits.

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<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by David Aitken:

and later in the war was adapted as a chassis for command tanks and artillery pieces"? You, you, anti-grog!<HR></BLOCKQUOTE>

Wasn't that the Pz Kpfw II that later in the war was adapted as a chassis for all that? IIRC all the Pz Kpfw I's broke on the way to the Sudetenland so they were adapted as pilsner and sausage haulers.

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<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by David Aitken:

Later models have a longer chassis and more powerful engine.<HR></BLOCKQUOTE>

Was that the Wanker engine, the Krapp or the Maybach? And were the later models also built on British-made chassis? Thx for sharing, you fount of knowledge you!

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The original Krupp engine was replaced by a Maybach. I can't imagine any part of the tank was British, but it did copy some features of the Carden-Loyd light tanks. The chassis was used for sIG 33 SPGs, PzBefw Is, Panzerjäger Is and maybe others. Their career as the PanzerWurstWagen came to a sudden halt on September 11th 1942 when a convoy was ambushed by Hurricane fighter-bombers on a rhubarb mission and Hitler demanded a more secure method of bringing him his dinner.

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Originally enlightened by Seanachi;

<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR> WHEN the Scum Sucking Newbie goes out to the 'Pool

'E acts like a pillock an' 'e posts like a fool,

An' 'e weeps because others are frequently cruel

And 'e's not fit to serve as a squire... <HR></BLOCKQUOTE>

That was beautiful. Made me weep shortly after I hurled my lunch all over my keyboard.

Quite a compliment from a former Piss-Boy and lifetime Squire 'ya know.

Didn't the Kingston Trio do this song though....or was it Johnny Cash? A Boy Named Seanamook.

von shrad

BTW...please start taking your lithium again. You're scaring the newbies and children. There you go....all better now.

1 more...that's it....Good Psycho. Ataboy.

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<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by David Aitken:

I can't imagine any part of the tank was British, but it did copy some features of the Carden-Loyd light tanks.<HR></BLOCKQUOTE>

I don't suppose Guderian's opinion matters but he writes:

<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR>Originally written by the dude with the coolest mustache ever, Heinz Guderian

...we had to build a training tank. The Carden-Loyd chassis, which we purchased in England, was suited to this purpose. <HR></BLOCKQUOTE>

I guess that just means they copied the chassis.

[ 09-09-2001: Message edited by: CMplayer ]

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Alas, poor CMplayer, neither grog nor 'pooler, but compelled to post nonetheless by some inner torment.

As any schoolchild knows, almost all production PzIs were produced with Maybach engines, and the ZF Zaphon FG 31 transmission.

The PzI chassis was the basis for the sig 33 and other production combat vehicles and utility vehicles, including the well known 4.7cm PaK (t)(Sfl) auf Pz Kw I Ausf B. The (t), of course, indicates that the vehicle was completely manufactured of tungsten*.

The PzII chassis was a completely different animal*.

And often unsung by the "Cat"-lovers and would-be uberpanzer groupies, there were over 1400 of these bad boys in the attack on Poland, over 500 against France, and they were still in service when Barbarossa rolled around.

*<FONT size="1">You Idiot.</Font>

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Presumably they bought a Carden-Loyd, liked what they saw, and copied the design. The Illustrated Directory Of Tanks Of The World (David Miller/Christopher Foss) says "plagiarised".

I think it's the Russians who bought various tanks from around the world and copied the best one. They ended up making the best job of the American Christie chassis, what we (the British) had and didn't make such a good job of). The Germans, on the other hand, took various armour doctrines from around the world and copied the best one (British), and used it to beat us at our own game.

I'm 4/5ths of the way through Guderian's Achtung Panzer just now. :)

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<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR>Mark IV wrote:

The (t), of course, indicates that the vehicle was completely manufactured of tungsten*.<HR></BLOCKQUOTE>

Those wacky Germans. I learned here a few months ago that the Tiger II was fashioned by Göring himself out of solid concrete. I'll bet the Russian AT mine designers were having panic attacks about getting their magnetic weapons to stick. Their solution has endured to this day and is widely available by its German name, Blu-TaK, or Blümmentritt Tank-Kannone.

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<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Michael Dorosh:

Her name was Lola, she was a showgirl...

[ 09-09-2001: Message edited by: Michael Dorosh ]<HR></BLOCKQUOTE>

Mockery I expect, as mockery is the Peng Challenge Threaders daily bread.

Abuse, I hold at naught, for abuse is the very air a Cesspooler breathes.

Even childishness and idiocy I would accept with equanimity, for I expect nothing better from most of you.

But this, sir, this I will hold no truck with. To post Manilow lyrics, unmodified, and in their entirety, is disgusting in a way that is hard to bear.

There is a special place in hell prepared for you this evening. You were designated, at birth, I'm sure, to die either on the gallows, or of some loathsome disease.

And, to paraphrase Disraeli, I will not be sharing your fate, sir, for I decline to embrace either your prinicipals, or your mistress.

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