Game port
The game port is a device port found on IBM PC compatible systems throughout the 1980s and 1990s. It was the traditional connector for joystick input devices until superseded by USB in the 21st century.
Originally located on a dedicated expansion card, the game port was later integrated with PC sound cards.
History
The game port was originally released by IBM in 1981 as a separate expansion card for the first IBM PC. The design allowed for four analog axes and four buttons on one port, allowing two joysticks or four paddles to be connected via a special "Y-splitter" cable.
Microsoft Windows discontinued support for the game port with Windows Vista, though USB converters can serve as a workaround.
Hardware
Unlike the TTL connectors used in the early days of home computing and game consoles (most notably the DE-9 connector originally found on the Atari VCS, which was the de facto standard on other systems) the game port is analog rather than digital, relying on some form of analog-to-digital converter (ADC) to interpret joystick movements. The typical implementation of a game port uses a capacitor and a simple voltage comparator, which together form a ramp-compare ADC, which needs to be periodically polled several times per second to provide a responsive game input.
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Campyard
by: CultureWooo.. what a trial that a gwan a Rasta yard,
Look at them a come with the machete and them gun.
Them come.. them reap what them no sow
What a gwan in the early morning a Rasta ganja field.
Come into the mountains,
Sight I and I grandfather,
Planting marijuana, naw make no war.
Come with your disrespect,
Take away I chalice, carry gone a campyard.
And when you reach the campyard,
You mash-up I kutchie,
And the whole a Rasta weed gone aboard.
You know why?
If you never sell it,
How come you could a tell I, how much a pound for it?
Hear this!
Early, early morning the man them on parade,
Run Rasta, run them a come.
Hide the barn, hide the kutchie!
Come with your disrespect,
Start boy-up I grandfather,
Haul and pull him all over.
Take away Sister Mary,
From around the fire,
Carry gone a prison ??.
Come into the mountains,
Sight I and I grandfather,
Planting marijuana, naw make no war.
I love the birds them,
The birds love the Rasta,
We reap marijuana together.
Why you come to the mountains,
Trouble I and I grandfather?
Planting marijuana, naw make no war.
We naw run, we naw run!
Adopted from King Solomon,
This marijuana, granted to the hands of black man.
Now and then we smoke it,
Another time we boil it,
Good for all sickness and pain.
Come into the mountains,
Sight I and I grandfather,
Planting marijuana, naw make no war.
Go back a station, I come to save creation,
Free marijuana at large.
Go back a station, trouble some police man,
We planting marijuana, naw make no war.
Come into the mountains,
Sight I and I grandfather.