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TANKOBITE
BROWNCOAT ID#: 30315    SINCE: 2008.02.25 22:02    LAST HERE: 2012.02.10 01:10    CREDITS: 1
"There is no retreat from here, men. You must die where you stand."-Sir Colin Campbell --"Aye, Sir Colin. If needs be, we'll do that."--John Scott
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A SLIGHT ELABORATION AND ДО СВИДАНИЯ!

Thursday, September 25, 2008 5:41:11 AM

The point of my last post is that Germany unlike most of Western Europe have had no history with real representative democracy.
Said point was made by my dad's BC back in Germany during the '80s are a response to the idea that the US was there to simply deter the Soviets.
Enough with that bullocks.

I'm going out into the black. I found Firefly and I loved it. I missed the good fight and nearly three years later exactly I have no hope in a real continuation of the story. I never was one for sci-fi convention crowds and I feel a lot like an outsider in the Firefly ranks. Just not my style; I'm more of a history nerd and I like my corner of that world. In that corner I'm content to dig my heels in and sit alone.

Politically I've sat and watched Browncoats argue and I hate Internet politics, but sometimes you got to fight fire with fire. The plithy anti-Americanism is old and I'm not leaving without my parting shot at it.

So Godspeed. Keep trying to do the impossible, I hope you can. Unfortunately I'm turning in my arms and taking parole. Maybe next time I'll break rather then bend.

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Location: Kansas
Occupation: Student

Not a true browncoat; I got into the series/movie recently, but I consider myself a fan.

Name is Tank boy from the movie "The Beast"'s line: "You think for yourself. When I was eight years old, defending Stalingrad, I didn't 'think for myself'. When the Motherland asked for our lives, we GAVE. My father didn't think of himself, he GAVE. My mother didn't think of herself, she GAVE. My brother didn't think of himself, he GAVE! My comrades tied a rope around my waist and lowered me on top of Nazi tanks. I'd stuff Molotovs under turret and cannon, and they pulled me up again. Eight years old! They called me Tank Boy. I took a lot of Nazi tanks. A lot. And over the years I've learned to smell a traitor. "

Mixed with Jacobite as in the people who want to see a restored Stuart monarchy. I just like the music of it; nothing more.

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There's a widow in sleepy Chester
Who weeps for her only son;
There's a grave on the Pabeng River,
A grave that the Burmans shun;
And there's Subadar Prag Tewarri
Who tells how the work was done.