House-elves are small humanoid creatures who inhabit large houses belonging to wealthy Wizarding families. They are "bound" to the family of the house, which means they do all manner of menial tasks for them until they die. House-elves are apparently very happy with this arrangement and consider it a matter of pride that they serve faithfully and do not betray their families.
Don't worry: he'll only be released from his enslavement if Lord Volder-Jensen gives him new clothes. Since I'm not his master he's happy to wear anything I send him.
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Nice photo-shopping.
As someone who has been cast out by Dobby to a place of "wailing and gnashing of teeth", I hadn't realised he was as good looking as this.
Seems that Ould is the twin-brother of London-based ex-gay Peter Ould, who he has referred to, with what seems to be characteristic modesty, as "the Clone". They do not, it seems, see eye-to-eye on Lay Presidency.
He's not "ex-gay" - he's "post-gay".
Brother Richthofen, however, sent away for one long ago, and despite checking the mailbox every day for months nobody ever arrived. This not only left him severely disappointed, but has also resulted in my mistrusting his claim: whatever Peter says he doesn't post gays. Caveat Emptor
I love that, ¨post Gay¨ approach...it´s funny because if you do get one that you did order they are often different than described in the advertisement...all that glistens is not Gold (I´m told).
I think I´ll run out and put a Gay in the post (there is one that really does need to ¨go¨ somewhere that lives in the big city)...or perhaps we ought, Peter and Dobby and tied themselves to a post...oh the doubledose of self-inflicted pain/guilt...so, well, thoroughly disgusted/ing.
Dobby's brother once telephoned me threatening legal action after I made fun of him on my holy blog. That is why I never say anything negative about him. Ever.
Mocking an Ould can lead one to Hell.
I wish to state categorically that both clones are totally 'straight'.
PS I think I have perjured myself.
Sir, you don't seem to know your Harry Potter. Do you know what happened to Dobby? Do you know that he saved Harry and his friends from death and in doing so, lost his own life? Through that sacrifice Harry made a major decision that leads to the final climax of the entire series and his victory over evil.
You picked the wrong house-elf, sir, to make your point.
My dear little Hermione - on the contrary, I know exactly what becomes of Dobby.
He does indeed save Master Potter et al, but only after obtaining his freedom from Lord Volder-jensen. Like Kreacher, he ultimately plays an important role in the triumph of good over evil (albeit at times unwittingly so), but first they must both repent of their association with the Death Eaters.
Father Heron: Next time ask anyone attempting to intimidate you with threats of legal action to put it in writing.
Then post their threat on the internet for all the world to see. Those who threaten libel love to see their pompous bluffs exposed to ridicule...
... and besides, one doesn't need to channel the spirit of poor Oscar Wilde to know launching cases of this nature isn't always the brightest move.
At the risk of bursting your delightful bubble of self-importance, my boy, the reason for my absence of late has absolutely nothing with any concern that Dobby, who's flaccid little ego is obviously still pulsating with onanistic excitement at the misguided thought that being paid a few pounds to go away proves the existence of anyone not also addicted to the Kool-Aid he calls "theology" capable of taking him seriously, might next flex his attorney's muscles in my direction.
Nor is this because in my jurisdiction, as in his - but unlike that in which his self=proclaimed "victory" was achieved - truth is a defense against accusations of defamation; meaning that my calling him "a serial liar" is in no way actionable on account of it being an established statement of fact. (Which itself says pretty much all there is to know about David Ould.)
Rather my silence here has been because unlike you (as your searching back through the mists of time to discover and comment upon a blog post from May 2009 clearly indicates), I have a life in which the obligations and demands of my real-world vocation must take precedence. I realize what a disappointment this is for you, and for reasons probably not entirely noble I too often find myself wishing I could devote more time to supplying you and your ilk with the frisson of outrage you all so obviously crave.
Yet sadly, my dear boy, there are people more deserving of my time than you, and since time is a strictly finite commodity, you'll just have to wait your turn. Get over it.
Still, because we were all young once, and you're not the first young man to confuse an excess of testosterone with spiritual maturity, I've decided to give you just a quick taste of the impotent rage which so excites you, and deleted your comment. If nothing else you can consider the feelings of infuriated frustration currently burning in your loins as a little gift; one not just from me, but also made on behalf of everyone who thinks Christ too wonderful to tolerate the nasty little pastiche to which you would reduce our Savior.
And lest this lead into predictable cries of "censorship"... if anyone actually wants to read what our anonymous friend above felt so compelled to share they are welcome to send an email & I'll forward his text unabridged. Which - if I do say so myself - is an act of courtesy our narcissistic pharisee will find incomprehensible.
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