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Born as a man, forced to go through painful surgery to blossom into the world's greatest feminine whistler, Frau Schmid will long be remembered as the man, uh... woman, uh... person, that taught "The Chairman of the Board" how to really swing. Her lyrical rendering of "Hello Sailor" will reverberate forever throughout the "high C's." Gaia bless you, Baroness. And may your wind blow sweetly through the Gates.


"Schmid, born as a man in what now is the Czech Republic, underwent a gender change in 1964 in Cairo, where she lived for 15 years."

Does that mean 15 years after the sex change or the he yeares + the she years. Gender benders are a little to confusing for us stupid repugs i guess.


So Larry, you think you're the only one who can quote 19th Century, opium-addicted-dead-white-male-poets on the internet late at night?

In Xanadu did Kubla Kahn
A stately pleasure dome decree:
Where Alf, the sacred river ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea...

-- Samuel Taylor Coleridge

There. Now I feel better.

Liberal Larry

Indeed, I almost quoted from that very poem.

"...A place where nobody dared to go,
the love that we came to know
They call it Xanadu..."

One of the great literary classics of our time, and a perfect anthem for the roller disco era.


All I can say is:


The continuation of Larry's poem is especially inspiring:
"...In Xanadu
Xanadu, your neon lights will shine
For you, Xanadu
The love
The echoes of long ago
You needed the world to know
They are in Xanadu"

At least he didn't quote from that damn "Africa" poem:

"The wild dogs cry out in the night
As they grow restless longing for some solitary company
I know that I must do what's right
Sure as Kilimanjaro rises like Olympus above the Serengeti
I seek to cure what's deep inside,
frightened of this thing that I've become"


Xanadu? wasn't that an Olivia Newton John song? This thread is deep,pass the bong so I might understand.


He was only a Baroness, but in our hearts we all know he was a Queen.

Che Guevarito

Oh sweet lady, your life was taken too soon.

You were the epitome macsufemininity. Your tender laryngeal prominence and hedgehog complexion distracted us from the Ginsu scarred nubbin of your sexuality. Only time will will fill the void once filled by the siren's song of your sweet baritone.

You were a lady in the end. A lady of strength and courage. A lady who stood up to Saddam when it was still fashionable to do so.

Lady Albright, you will be sorely missed.

Che Guevarito

...waltzes across the deep blue Danube like an incredibly stale literary device...


Wiggle Yer Bum

Samuel Taylor Coleridge stole most of that from Rush (A Farewell to Kings, 1977).



Y'know, I could have lived a long, fulfilling and happy life while remaining utterly ignorant of this "Baroness"'s existence.

But now those hopes are dashed.

Thanks a fuckin' heap!



The only person who could whistleyodel through her fu-manchu moustache without dislodging the can of copenhagen from beneath her wig.


It is said that she got the idea of becoming a professional whistler while watching a commercial offering free Oscar Mayer Weiner Whistles with every purchase of Oscar Mayer Weiners. It was a Eureka moment for the Baroness.
She later told friends “I’d been blowing things like that for years. I’ve actually developed a permanentpucker.
It was perfect for just Whistling Dixie, and the rest is history.



Wait a doggone minnit!

Mind is reeling...must fight vomit.

Do you mean that "Hedwig and the Angry Inch" was NOT fiction?

The horror...the horror.

Cannot...handle...the truth.

Dear sweet Jesus!

Inbred Hillbilly

She gots a purdy mouth.

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