{Softly and dangerously:} We said library!
Before I can offer my sage punditry on this most grave matter, I must know if the Dairy Queen coupons are good for Butterfinger Blizzards.
I would like to remind the distiguished ladies and gentlemen here, that the Pit was created under resolution 1452 after the Great Debates Flame War, that resolution stipulates non-flaming zones, but not a cease of hostilities; therefor, technically speaking the Flame War is not over and the ceasfire can be invalidated at any time.
Mars vetos all resolutions from the planet Earth.
Well, I for one welcome our new Martian overlords.
Don’t wait for the translation, ambassador
I can’t understand a thing the Martian Ambassador is saying. But it looks like he’s giving me the finger – four times.
I move that we form planning committee to appoint the advisory committee that will name the working committee to disband the planning committee.
Nuts. Let’s just turn the SDMB and its neighboring forums into a vast radioactive wasteland and be done with.
Is there any oil around here?
I thought fake pittings weren’t going to be allowed here anymore.
OTOH, maybe I’m confusing a pitting without a real point for a fake one.
My home thread has oil, but it is in the Gulf of Pit. Do to recent flame wars in this region, all of my great thread’s oil is on fire. On behalf of the people of Fuck You, I must request immediate aid with these oil flames, so that we may use our oil to pay for the reconstruction of our thread, which has become horribly destitute do to a recent campaign of foreign hijackings.
Thank you. I will now give the floor to the Martian ambassador, and humbly request that he show mercy to the people of Fuck You.
On behalf of the people of Fuck You, I would just like to point out that Fuck You has long held an oppositional stance to such treaties, in protection of the sovereignty of Fuck You. However the people of Fuck You will bow to whatever decisions are made by the Mod Security Council, as we do not wish to be closed.
Woah… view’s great from the gallery. 
HAH! Where was the UN during the Great Your/You’re Mixup of '99? Huh?
In the corner with its thumb up its ass, that’s where.
We’re sick of being ignored. Good luck getting our dues. And all our diplomats have been told they can park wherever the hell they want.
Signed, the Coalition of Well-Off Western Countries Who Nevertheless Like to Whine About Little Things
I’m still pissed the hoity-toity UN won’t officially recognize the State of Confusion. Not after their sessions are over, at least.
The ceasefire has, on the ground, already been invalidated by the continued attacks from suicide flamers. Our peaceful and altruistic citizens demand the right to be supercilious, snarky and caustic – while still staying within the rules of Great Debates. In order to protect our citizens, we propose that the U.N. send in a contingent of peacekeepers made up of uncircumcized fat people in SUVs – to distract all the flamers from us.
Pardon me, isn’t this the debate on dolphin-safe land mines?
How are we to address the people of the Sovereign State of Fuck You? Are you Fuck Yousites? Fuck You’uns?
Indubitably silly. Everyone knows (thanks to the groundbreaking research of our most imminent fishologist, Stevie Wonder) that dolphins have no need to worry about land mines. Dolphins, as pointed out in his Nature-submitted article, As, can fly.
In addition, parrots do live at sea. Ask the pirates over in Cafe Society.
Us Martians just call them “Delicious!” ::Munch Munch Crunch Munch::
Pass the Ketchup, Uruguay amabassador!