Gaius Octavius

Nero? Caracalla? Elagabalus?

One of the gods? BTW, MPC, if he showed the hair, it would be a dead give-away to a certain party.

Pythagoras? Pantagathus? Ptolemy?

Was there a 'long standing permanent army" during the Republic?

Citius Altius Fortius?

Do you mean the Pompey who was one of the Triumvirs? And to address your last sentence: 'if the rabbit didn't stop to....' The better Captain came out on top after all was said and done. Why didn't Cato come up with an army to defeat the inglorious Caesar at the very first? Why did he commit suicide rather than go into some cowardly swamp to continue the fray?

P.P., you are NEVER out of order. I must ask you, did the Senate not ultimately control the state?

Hungry? Don't you beings have any civilized food (such as macaroni), in Rhaetia? Do you graze on WEEDS? I wish for all to note that none of these Brigantine barbarian beings has absolutely denied being from Rhaetia! This is scandal of the first water!

Who caused this "...slowly debilitating environment...."? Could it possibly be that "...the obviously selfish individuals...." had the nations best interests in mind?

Granting all the above: "We have a number of threads in which Caesar and Augustus are maligned. Therefor, I have questions: Who, or what, at the point of the Rubicon, or prior to it, had the capacity to retain the then vaunted Republic? If they existed, why didn't they save the Republic? Wasn't it plain for them to see from the actions of Caesar and Pompey that the Republic was in danger?"

Also, try these: http://dlib.etc.ucla.edu/projects/Forum http://www.romereborn.virginia.edu/

Sure indeed. Hint: One of his brothers commit suicide after a public affair with Cato (the Younger). (EDIT: Strictly business). Now, look, MPC and I can't both be wrong! At least pay attention to him! You, you, quack! Are you nuts impuning the moral standing of Cato!!!??? Get a grip!

Now, look, I fell asleep in my computer chair, and fell out of it because of you and the G-Man. Been sleeping on the deck for an hour at least. I hate you both! Can't y'all give me a break? Not sure of what day it is. My Bride won't serve me any more whisky. What's left to live for? Somehow, I'll get even with y'all.

If you tell me that it is not Hannibal, I am going to....

No Sulla, No Cicero, No Sextus . He was the grandfather of at least one of the triumvire's triumvir's children. In fact, maybe even two. Altius Fortius Celcius?

I really do hate you Big A.

... and the stones came hurtling down!

For those of you to be so unfortunate as not to be on my joke list: "makes me proud to be British! While taxiing at London 's Gatwick Airport , the crew of a US Air flight departing for Ft. Lauderdale made a wrong turn and came nose to nose with a United 727. An irate female ground controller lashed out at the US Air crew, screaming: "US Air 2771, where the hell are you going? I told you to turn right onto Charlie taxiway! You turned right on Delta! Stop right there. I know it's difficult for you to tell the difference between C and D, but get it right!" Continuing her rage to the embarrassed crew, she was now shouting hysterically: "God! Now you've screwed everything up! It'll take forever to sort this out! You stay right there and don't move till I tell you to! You can expect progressive taxi instructions in about half an hour, and I want you to go exactly where I tell you, when I tell you, and how I tell you! You got that, US Air 2771?" "Yes, ma'am," the humbled crew responded. Naturally, the ground control communications frequency fell terribly silent after the verbal bashing of US Air 2771. Nobody wanted to chance engaging the irate ground controller in her current state of mind. Tension in every cockpit out around Gatwick was definitely running high. Just then an unknown pilot broke the silence and keyed his microphone, asking: "Wasn't I married to you once?" FOR YOU ROMANS. DO YOU THINK THAT THIS WAS THE AUGUSTA? You could be on to something here Tom!" I know that I am roast meat, but what do you think? Is one of our guys out of order? ----------------------------------------000-------------------------------------- German air controllers at Frankfurt Airport are renowned as a short-tempered lot. They not only expect one to know one's gate parking location, but how to get there without any assistance from them. So it was with some amusement that we (a Pan Am 747) listened to the following exchange between Frankfurt ground control and a British Airways 747, call sign Speedbird 206. Speedbird 206: " Frankfurt , Speedbird 206 clear of active runway." Ground: "Speedbird 206. Taxi to gate Alpha One-Seven." The BA 747 pulled onto the main taxiway and slowed to a stop. Ground: "Speedbird, do you not know where you are going?" Speedbird 206: "Stand by, Ground, I'm looking up our gate location now."! Ground (with quite arrogant impatience): "Speedbird 206, have you not been to Frankfurt before?" Speedbird 206 (coolly): "Yes, twice in 1944, but it was dark, -- And I didn't land." PERTINAX?

Youze tawkin' tuh me? Moi? Nope, Basil Fawlty.

O.K.!, get the nets! He's not taking his very necessary lithium!

Curius Furius Spurius?

Oh, no!, they're after our SHEEPS! This will not stand! We are at your borders!

Cicero?

BTW - That white wine is called WILD ISLAND . . . Screw-on caps are the 'in' thing now. Where is Praebitorae? She is one of yours and speaks Welsh.