Emasculation. Removal of the male sexual organs. Practiced by ancient and barbaric societies where sex was considered highly evil.
Also used in the courts of ancient China to produce eunuchs, castrated male servants who could be trusted to be in close proximity to the Emperor. To be near the Emperor was to be near his harem, so naturally few men were allowed to be in his presence. Eunuchs were considered safe, since they had neither the will nor the ability to "sample the goods" as it were. As a result, eunuchs could gain special leverage with the Emperor, due to their proximity to him, and be appointed to high government offices. Towards the end of the 19th century, some of the most powerful men in the country were eunuchs.
Also used in the courts of ancient China to produce eunuchs, castrated male servants who could be trusted to be in close proximity to the Emperor. To be near the Emperor was to be near his harem, so naturally few men were allowed to be in his presence. Eunuchs were considered safe, since they had neither the will nor the ability to "sample the goods" as it were. As a result, eunuchs could gain special leverage with the Emperor, due to their proximity to him, and be appointed to high government offices. Towards the end of the 19th century, some of the most powerful men in the country were eunuchs.
by the birds and trees May 19, 2008
People who feel that they must reproduce, that their purpose as humans would somehow be negated if they did not contribute to the overpopulation which will eventually kill us all.
by the birds and trees October 24, 2007
Two great things: tits and gravy, now together at long last.
Also, British slang for "allright," peachy keen, cool, hunky dory, copasetic, mellow, A-OK, all clear on the Western front, etc.
Also, British slang for "allright," peachy keen, cool, hunky dory, copasetic, mellow, A-OK, all clear on the Western front, etc.
Last night, my girlfriend poured some gravy on her boobs and told me to lick it off. Everything's tits and gravy over here.
by the birds and trees October 21, 2007
by the birds and trees February 27, 2007
The murderous belief that the citizens of one nation have more of a right to live and enjoy life than those of another country, and that the health an prosperity of the citizens of one country is worth any amount of suffering and death anywhere else.
An exerpt of a poem parodying nationalism:
"O Lord our God, help us to tear their soldiers to bloody shreds with our shells; help us to cover their smiling fields with the pale forms of their patriot dead; help us to drown the thunder of the guns with the shrieks of their wounded, writhing in pain; help us to lay waste their humble homes with a hurricane of fire; help us to wring the hearts of their unoffending widows with unavailing grief; help us to turn them out roofless with their little children to wander unfriended the wastes of their desolated land in rags and hunger and thirst, sports of the sun flames of summer and the icy winds of winter, broken in spirit, worn with travail, imploring Thee for the refuge of the grave and denied it-for our sakes who adore Thee, Lord, blast their hopes, blight their lives, protract their bitter pilgrimage, make heavy their steps, water their way with their tears, stain the white snow with the blood of their wounded feet! We ask it, in the spirit of love, of Him Who is the Source of Love, and Who is ever-faithful refuge and friend of all that are sore beset and seek His aid with humble and contrite hearts. Amen. "
"O Lord our God, help us to tear their soldiers to bloody shreds with our shells; help us to cover their smiling fields with the pale forms of their patriot dead; help us to drown the thunder of the guns with the shrieks of their wounded, writhing in pain; help us to lay waste their humble homes with a hurricane of fire; help us to wring the hearts of their unoffending widows with unavailing grief; help us to turn them out roofless with their little children to wander unfriended the wastes of their desolated land in rags and hunger and thirst, sports of the sun flames of summer and the icy winds of winter, broken in spirit, worn with travail, imploring Thee for the refuge of the grave and denied it-for our sakes who adore Thee, Lord, blast their hopes, blight their lives, protract their bitter pilgrimage, make heavy their steps, water their way with their tears, stain the white snow with the blood of their wounded feet! We ask it, in the spirit of love, of Him Who is the Source of Love, and Who is ever-faithful refuge and friend of all that are sore beset and seek His aid with humble and contrite hearts. Amen. "
by the birds and trees May 14, 2007
by the birds and trees September 17, 2006
An insult for one who is ignorant, uncouth, rude and rustic, with insinuations of poor personal hygiene.
From now on, you peasants are dead to me!
by the birds and trees February 27, 2007