Bugger Rance!!
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Monday, January 29, 2007
Roland's Romance with the Neo-Nazis over at Ziopedia
Roland Rance and Tony Greenstein whine when the neo-Stalinist Counterpunch refuses to run their "response" to Gilad Atzmon and so instead they run it in the Neo-Nazi Holocaust Denial web site "Ziopedia".
Several other Rance Rants appear on the same Nazi web site.
Roland is also a regular on "Uruknet", the web site for Iraqi loyalists to Saddam Hussein, who run Rance Rants when they are not busy beheading women and children.
Several other Rance Rants appear on the same Nazi web site.
Roland is also a regular on "Uruknet", the web site for Iraqi loyalists to Saddam Hussein, who run Rance Rants when they are not busy beheading women and children.
Roland's Sidekick in Stalinism, Tony Greenstein
Read all about the geezer here:
http://www.geocities.com/tonynotgreenstein/
Credit card fraud, theft, endorsing IRA bombers, lovely guy.
Greenstein (to the tune of Greensleeves)
Composed by Syrian poet Abu Jihad:
Alas, Hamas, you do me wrong,To cast me off discourteously.
For I have loved you well and long,Delighting in terrorist company.
chorus:Greenstein, Nasrallah's joyGreenstein's Hamas delight,Greenstein the jihad toy,And who but my dear Abu Greenstein.
Syria's cause is deep in my heart,Oh, why did Asad not recruit me?Now I remain in but a Stalinist stooge -just a-planning the kulaks captivity.
chorus
I have been ready to lend a hand,To grant whatever you would crave,I have cheered threats to both life and land,The Hizbullah's good-will for to have.
chorus
If you intend thus to pogromize,It does the more enrapture me,And even so, I will deviseTo keep Zionist kids in captivity.
chorus
My men were clothed all in green,And I cheered when they lit the fuse;All this was gallant to be seen,To rain rockets down on the Jews.
chorus
Well, I will pray to Stalin on high,that thou my constancy mayst see,And that yet once before I die,Thou wilt vouchsafe to arm me.
chorus
Ah, Greenstein, now farewell, adieu,Ho, Stalin I pray will prosper thee,For I am still thy lover true,Come once again and Gulag me.
chorus
http://www.geocities.com/tonynotgreenstein/
Credit card fraud, theft, endorsing IRA bombers, lovely guy.
Greenstein (to the tune of Greensleeves)
Composed by Syrian poet Abu Jihad:
Alas, Hamas, you do me wrong,To cast me off discourteously.
For I have loved you well and long,Delighting in terrorist company.
chorus:Greenstein, Nasrallah's joyGreenstein's Hamas delight,Greenstein the jihad toy,And who but my dear Abu Greenstein.
Syria's cause is deep in my heart,Oh, why did Asad not recruit me?Now I remain in but a Stalinist stooge -just a-planning the kulaks captivity.
chorus
I have been ready to lend a hand,To grant whatever you would crave,I have cheered threats to both life and land,The Hizbullah's good-will for to have.
chorus
If you intend thus to pogromize,It does the more enrapture me,And even so, I will deviseTo keep Zionist kids in captivity.
chorus
My men were clothed all in green,And I cheered when they lit the fuse;All this was gallant to be seen,To rain rockets down on the Jews.
chorus
Well, I will pray to Stalin on high,that thou my constancy mayst see,And that yet once before I die,Thou wilt vouchsafe to arm me.
chorus
Ah, Greenstein, now farewell, adieu,Ho, Stalin I pray will prosper thee,For I am still thy lover true,Come once again and Gulag me.
chorus
Where Roland will eventually end up
The gallows
Looking back on my life; ever so shallow. Slowly they walk me; to the gallows. They want me to hang, from the gallows; standing me tall, before my fall. I raped...and I pillaged. I killed women and children, in every village.Now I'm going to hang, from these gallows; sentenced. To feel my body dangle and shake, for the violence I left in my wake. Forward I walk.I do not resist; for them to end my life, I could only insist. Let me hang, from these gallows.How grand it would be; for the world to finally look up at me? Floor gives loose, I feel the tightening noose.My death is rushed, as my larynx is crushed.Fascinated to standby; so happy to see me die.I hear the commotion, as my body whips in motion. The rope is too short, at the take.Not to end my life, with a fast and even break. I hang from these gallows, slipping and fading. Through my life, ever so wading. Dying slowly from these gallows, it only takes a short while. I look down to the crowdand give a loving smile.Far from a heroic death. I can't even draw in my last breath; as I flop and swing.I embrace whatever death may bring.
Joshua Fegley
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