Lance Speaks...quotes MLK

[Ferminal]

Wow I would avoid guys that looked like that like the plague.

What do you have against the plague?

 

[mewmewmew13]

What do you have against the plague?

10

 

[silverrocket]

Just had a thought - if the UCI strips LA of his yellow jerseys on Monday, does Livestrong get stripped of its yellow logo?

80 million people are also going to be stripped of their yellow Livestrong bracelets.

Hopefully.

 

[Alex Simmons/RST]

Some MLKjr quotes that Armstrong might have instead considered using:

“A man can't ride your back unless it's bent.”

“Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter.”

“the time is always right to do the right thing”

“The time comes when silence is betrayal. That time has come for us today...

...some of us who have already begun to break the silence of the night have found that the calling to speak is often a vocation of agony, but we must speak.”

“The more I thought about human nature, the more I saw how our tragic inclination for sin/mistakes causes us to use our minds to rationalize our action.”

“You are not only responsible for what you say, but also for what you do not say”

“The day we see the truth and cease to speak is the day we begin to die”

“A lie cannot live.”

 

[frenchfry]

Some MLKjr quotes that Armstrong might have instead considered using:

“A man can't ride your back unless it's bent.”

“Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter.”

“the time is always right to do the right thing”

“The time comes when silence is betrayal. That time has come for us today...

...some of us who have already begun to break the silence of the night have found that the calling to speak is often a vocation of agony, but we must speak.”

“The more I thought about human nature, the more I saw how our tragic inclination for sin/mistakes causes us to use our minds to rationalize our action.”

“You are not only responsible for what you say, but also for what you do not say”

“The day we see the truth and cease to speak is the day we begin to die”

“A lie cannot live.”

Any good Edgar Allen Poe quotes he can use?

 

[auscyclefan94]

I might have to steal one of MLK's quotes as well. “The time is always right to do the right thing”.

It was time do the right thing and chuck this in the recycle bin. Soon I will be wiping my **** with this.

 

[onimod]

$100,000 per head to sit at the head table.

Wonder if that included a trip to the Yellow Rose?

Is that confirmed for this event or is it typical?

 

[Alex Simmons/RST]

Any good Edgar Allen Poe quotes he can use?

Well it more my own small way of protesting of his misappropriation of MLK.

As for EAP:

“That man is not truly brave who is afraid either to seem or to be, when it suits him, a coward.”

“It is the nature of truth in general, as of some ores in particular, to be richest when most superficial.”

“Convinced myself, I seek not to convince.”

“There is an eloquence in true enthusiasm”

 

[Baroh1488]

Any good Edgar Allen Poe quotes he can use?

"When I had made an end of these labours, it was four o'clock -- still dark as midnight. As the bell sounded the hour, there came a knocking at the street door. I went down to open it with a light heart, -- for what had I now to fear? There entered three men, who introduced themselves, with perfect suavity, as officers of the police. A shriek had been heard by a neighbour during the night; suspicion of foul play had been aroused; information had been lodged at the police office, and they (the officers) had been deputed to search the premises.

I smiled, -- for what had I to fear? I bade the gentlemen welcome. The shriek, I said, was my own in a dream. The old man, I mentioned, was absent in the country. I took my visitors all over the house. I bade them search -- search well. I led them, at length, to his chamber. I showed them his treasures, secure, undisturbed. In the enthusiasm of my confidence, I brought chairs into the room, and desired them here to rest from their fatigues, while I myself, in the wild audacity of my perfect triumph, placed my own seat upon the very spot beneath which reposed the corpse of the victim.

The officers were satisfied. My MANNER had convinced them. I was singularly at ease. They sat and while I answered cheerily, they chatted of familiar things. But, ere long, I felt myself getting pale and wished them gone. My head ached, and I fancied a ringing in my ears; but still they sat, and still chatted. The ringing became more distinct : I talked more freely to get rid of the feeling: but it continued and gained definitiveness -- until, at length, I found that the noise was NOT within my ears.

No doubt I now grew VERY pale; but I talked more fluently, and with a heightened voice. Yet the sound increased -- and what could I do? It was A LOW, DULL, QUICK SOUND -- MUCH SUCH A SOUND AS A WATCH MAKES WHEN ENVELOPED IN COTTON. I gasped for breath, and yet the officers heard it not. I talked more quickly, more vehemently but the noise steadily increased. I arose and argued about trifles, in a high key and with violent gesticulations; but the noise steadily increased. Why WOULD they not be gone? I paced the floor to and fro with heavy strides, as if excited to fury by the observations of the men, but the noise steadily increased. O God! what COULD I do? I foamed -- I raved -- I swore! I swung the chair upon which I had been sitting, and grated it upon the boards, but the noise arose over all and continually increased. It grew louder -- louder -- louder! And still the men chatted pleasantly , and smiled. Was it possible they heard not? Almighty God! -- no, no? They heard! -- they suspected! -- they KNEW! -- they were making a mockery of my horror! -- this I thought, and this I think. But anything was better than this agony! Anything was more tolerable than this derision! I could bear those hypocritical smiles no longer! I felt that I must scream or die! -- and now -- again -- hark! louder! louder! louder! LOUDER! --

"Villains!" I shrieked, "dissemble no more! I admit the deed! -- tear up the planks! -- here, here! -- it is the beating of his hideous heart!"

From "The Tell Tale Heart"

 

[Cloxxki]

"When I had made an end of these labours, it was four o'clock -- still dark as midnight. As the bell sounded the hour, there came a knocking at the street door. I went down to open it with a light heart, -- for what had I now to fear? There entered three men, who introduced themselves, with perfect suavity, as officers of the police. A shriek had been heard by a neighbour during the night; suspicion of foul play had been aroused; information had been lodged at the police office, and they (the officers) had been deputed to search the premises.

I smiled, -- for what had I to fear? I bade the gentlemen welcome. The shriek, I said, was my own in a dream. The old man, I mentioned, was absent in the country. I took my visitors all over the house. I bade them search -- search well. I led them, at length, to his chamber. I showed them his treasures, secure, undisturbed. In the enthusiasm of my confidence, I brought chairs into the room, and desired them here to rest from their fatigues, while I myself, in the wild audacity of my perfect triumph, placed my own seat upon the very spot beneath which reposed the corpse of the victim.

The officers were satisfied. My MANNER had convinced them. I was singularly at ease. They sat and while I answered cheerily, they chatted of familiar things. But, ere long, I felt myself getting pale and wished them gone. My head ached, and I fancied a ringing in my ears; but still they sat, and still chatted. The ringing became more distinct : I talked more freely to get rid of the feeling: but it continued and gained definitiveness -- until, at length, I found that the noise was NOT within my ears.

No doubt I now grew VERY pale; but I talked more fluently, and with a heightened voice. Yet the sound increased -- and what could I do? It was A LOW, DULL, QUICK SOUND -- MUCH SUCH A SOUND AS A WATCH MAKES WHEN ENVELOPED IN COTTON. I gasped for breath, and yet the officers heard it not. I talked more quickly, more vehemently but the noise steadily increased. I arose and argued about trifles, in a high key and with violent gesticulations; but the noise steadily increased. Why WOULD they not be gone? I paced the floor to and fro with heavy strides, as if excited to fury by the observations of the men, but the noise steadily increased. O God! what COULD I do? I foamed -- I raved -- I swore! I swung the chair upon which I had been sitting, and grated it upon the boards, but the noise arose over all and continually increased. It grew louder -- louder -- louder! And still the men chatted pleasantly , and smiled. Was it possible they heard not? Almighty God! -- no, no? They heard! -- they suspected! -- they KNEW! -- they were making a mockery of my horror! -- this I thought, and this I think. But anything was better than this agony! Anything was more tolerable than this derision! I could bear those hypocritical smiles no longer! I felt that I must scream or die! -- and now -- again -- hark! louder! louder! louder! LOUDER! --

"Villains!" I shrieked, "dissemble no more! I admit the deed! -- tear up the planks! -- here, here! -- it is the beating of his hideous heart!"

From "The Tell Tale Heart"

Wow....his best friend Edgar turned against him, already before Lance had turned to him...

 

[ggusta]

80 million people are also going to be stripped of their yellow Livestrong bracelets.

Hopefully.

NO!!! They need to keep them. The idiots of the world need to be clearly identified, otherwise I may take them for normal before it is too late. ( The truth is, I just expect everyone is an idiot until they prove themselves to my satisfaction. The bracelet just removes any doubt.)

 

[thehog]

 

[LongSprint]

I hear that other institution of denial, the Catholic Church, is going to canonize him - Saint Lance, patron saint of the gullible.

 

[LongSprint]

"i" before "e" except after "c"

 

[greenhulk]

But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F2h94gdk_zk

 

[dadane]

NO!!! They need to keep them. The idiots of the world need to be clearly identified, otherwise I may take them for normal before it is too late. ( The truth is, I just expect everyone is an idiot until they prove themselves to my satisfaction. The bracelet just removes any doubt.)

How many of these people give a flying f#c& about cycling, so how would they know just how bad the situation was? Being gullible is not a crime. Many of them are as much victims as the cyclists who got screwed out of what they deserved. Attack the spin artists not the targets.