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| Blueboar, this Grand Lodge is not just a website. It is a very well established and organised international organisation with considerable resources available to it in many parts of the world, not least in the United States of America. | |||
| Because I am not very good at the intricacies of how Misplaced Pages works you are currently able to take advantage, and predictably you do because you are basically a brainless and offensive profane twerp. | |||
| BUT, because of what you are now doing, you have spurred us on to appoint a full time Misplaced Pages Manager. This will happen. I will advertise the post next week, and his sole duty will be to repair every single page on Misplaced Pages relating to Freemasonry with the sole aim of ending the UGLE monopoly and to counteract you and your intellectually challenged co-conspirators, at each and every opportunity. You are in for a very busy time old lad. | |||
| "My son, I am dying, and you will be heir | |||
| To all the broad acres in England that William gave me for share | |||
| When he conquered the Saxon at Hastings, and a nice little handful it is. | |||
| But before you go over to rule it I want you to understand this:– | |||
| "The Saxon is not like us Normans. His manners are not so polite. | |||
| But he never means anything serious till he talks about justice and right. | |||
| When he stands like an ox in the furrow – with his sullen set eyes on your own, | |||
| And grumbles, 'This isn't fair dealing,' my son, leave the Saxon alone. | |||
| "You can horsewhip your Gascony archers, or torture your Picardy spears; | |||
| But don't try that game on the Saxon; you'll have the whole brood round your ears. | |||
| From the richest old Thane in the county to the poorest chained serf in the field, | |||
| They'll be at you and on you like hornets, and, if you are wise, you will yield.” | |||
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Blueboar, this Grand Lodge is not just a website. It is a very well established and organised international organisation with considerable resources available to it in many parts of the world, not least in the United States of America.
Because I am not very good at the intricacies of how Misplaced Pages works you are currently able to take advantage, and predictably you do because you are basically a brainless and offensive profane twerp.
BUT, because of what you are now doing, you have spurred us on to appoint a full time Misplaced Pages Manager. This will happen. I will advertise the post next week, and his sole duty will be to repair every single page on Misplaced Pages relating to Freemasonry with the sole aim of ending the UGLE monopoly and to counteract you and your intellectually challenged co-conspirators, at each and every opportunity. You are in for a very busy time old lad.
"My son, I am dying, and you will be heir To all the broad acres in England that William gave me for share When he conquered the Saxon at Hastings, and a nice little handful it is. But before you go over to rule it I want you to understand this:– "The Saxon is not like us Normans. His manners are not so polite. But he never means anything serious till he talks about justice and right. When he stands like an ox in the furrow – with his sullen set eyes on your own, And grumbles, 'This isn't fair dealing,' my son, leave the Saxon alone. "You can horsewhip your Gascony archers, or torture your Picardy spears; But don't try that game on the Saxon; you'll have the whole brood round your ears. From the richest old Thane in the county to the poorest chained serf in the field, They'll be at you and on you like hornets, and, if you are wise, you will yield.”