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          link CAIN. obama ought to become a homeless gay youth and harass the next president in regards to race, sex, health and homelessness issues. obama should totally go tranny and run with Genesis p. orridge in 2016. that's probably what he's planning on doing, this is all just a primer

I'd be fine if Obama just became the flamboyant version of Putin.

Unrelated, but could I get a link to some of your work Waffles? I kinda have an affinity for noise music...

My god. Billy Joel-ism is spreading through the thread at an uncontrollable rate.


NUKE THE FORUMS FROM ORBIT. IT'S THE ONLY WAY TO BE SURE.

I'm sorry. I seem to be missing something.

http://tucsoncitizen.com/pima-county-news/2011/09/16/giffords-staffer-pam-simon-to-speak-at-u-s-homeland-security-%e2%80%98faithful-readiness%e2%80%99-conference-hosted-by-pima-county-sept-20-22-in-tucson/

Pima County, Ariz. (Sept. 16, 2011) – Lessons learned from the Jan. 8 mass shooting in Tucson will be shared with faith-based groups and others at a U.S. Homeland Security conference, “Faithful Readiness,” Sept. 20-22 at the Holiday Inn Hotel, 4550 S. Palo Verde Road in Tucson.

Yep.  The shooting on January 8th is now a matter for DHS and CHURCHES, not the police.

Exactly how is the "Super Special Snowflake Bible Response Team" going to assist the future event of a mass shooting? Either they become so many meatshields (in some vain attempt to expend the attackers ammunition) or, much MUCH scarier, these asshats arm themselves and we have ourselves a good ol-fashioned purging.

Bill Hicks is my patron saint.

He's a lot of peoples' patron saint...At least here, though some people don't know it, yet.

But the thing is, we do on occasion act just like the people he ragged on.  And by "we", I mean damn near everyone on this board.  Squiddy doesn't, but she has antifreeze for blood and can't be bothered with the squabbles of mere mortals.

What's really funny about it is that we typically choose the most monkey-like of monkey behaviors, while congratulating ourselves that we're not JUST LIKE the po'buckers on occasion.  So you get huge Goddamn fights over SILLY ASS SHIT, and then a period of days or weeks or months where we don't talk to each other because we're SO ANGRY!  GRRRRR!

In some cases, it gets so bad that the person(s) involved either alienate everyone around them, or become alienated to everyone around them, or both.  Then they're stuck hanging around on Pagan boards, trying to pretend to believe silly shit again, because that's their new tribe and they feel they have to adopt those tribal beliefs.

Or worse, they're stuck in the Nashville bus station, looking at what people write, but too butthurt and proud to just LET IT DROP and join in the conversations that have kept their interest.

This is what happened to Khara and a few others, and you'd think that smart folks like us would maybe, you know, LEARN from that shit, but no, we're just SO DAMN ANGRY and we want people to LOOK AT US and APPRECIATE just how mad we are. 

LOOK AT MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

I think one of the effects of being enlightened (or the illusion of such) and the resulting disillusionment brings forth in hideous amounts of anger, to which a no normal human can effectively dissipate. As such,  I find it common to forge fewer, but stronger relationships to people we can relate to as they are so far between. The real issue comes when our friends in some way validate our anger and we unleash the fermented hate we've been storing for years. It can lead to much interpersonal strife.

But then again, I'm an idiot. I'll show you a picture of a green dog.

Bill Hicks is my patron saint.

The past two years have been a major reality check for me, trying to balance college and paying teh bills by flipping ice cream part-time. I have to say though, if you can't live off of a part time job, you're doing it wrong. By all means, it's not a glamorous or particularly enjoyable lifestyle, but it works. Yeah, more often than not, I'm eating bargain-bin lunchmeat/all manner of generic food, and I only will turn on the AC if it's raining fire outside, but it's a lifestyle. I have a roof, food, and enough meager disposable income to enjoy myself.

only thing you spend your money on is groceries and it's unfair that you don't qualify for food stamps?

You want us to hand you free food because you're a child? Is life too hard? Get the fuck out of here you incompetent shit-stain. If life is truly too hard, stop eating. Forever. You can save some money that way. And no one, no one will complain you bastard.

The stones this person must have to complain to you. THE FUCKING STONES.

People in developed countries seem to live under some illusion that life is to be handed to them. Sickening. How easy it is for us to forget child soldiers, landmines, starvation, etc. and complain how life is so hhhhhaaaaarrrrrd.

Something about your post makes me want to kick you in the face.

Probably saying that anyone can live off a part-time job. I take it you are single and have no children, and have thus far not had any major health issues pop up.

Yeah, I have been so lucky as to have no health issues pop up thus far, and I have no kids. I don't mean to sound like a smug asshole. I guess I should have stated that you can coast on a part-time job. Your post made me think about it, and such income margins leave no room for incidentals, which is not a sustainable lifestyle. I was wrong.

The past two years have been a major reality check for me, trying to balance college and paying teh bills by flipping ice cream part-time. I have to say though, if you can't live off of a part time job, you're doing it wrong. By all means, it's not a glamorous or particularly enjoyable lifestyle, but it works. Yeah, more often than not, I'm eating bargain-bin lunchmeat/all manner of generic food, and I only will turn on the AC if it's raining fire outside, but it's a lifestyle. I have a roof, food, and enough meager disposable income to enjoy myself.

only thing you spend your money on is groceries and it's unfair that you don't qualify for food stamps?

You want us to hand you free food because you're a child? Is life too hard? Get the fuck out of here you incompetent shit-stain. If life is truly too hard, stop eating. Forever. You can save some money that way. And no one, no one will complain you bastard.

The stones this person must have to complain to you. THE FUCKING STONES.

People in developed countries seem to live under some illusion that life is to be handed to them. Sickening. How easy it is for us to forget child soldiers, landmines, starvation, etc. and complain how life is so hhhhhaaaaarrrrrd.

You might just have something there.

I'm not sure if there are many of us, but I do know that we randomly occur in target populations. And that is enough.

It's like a ship, you see? On the maiden voyage, it's pristine. Beautiful. Fast, very fast. Just like a child, but  more seaworthy. Because children are the same. They are born, and grow into their own as powerful difference engines. They have so much potential, so much promise. But like our friend the ship, they attract refuse. Barnacles. Decay and cancerous growth begins to plague the form. And as the years pass, it's more garbage than person. Or ship.

But where the ship eventually sinks, and is retaken with dignity, there is no such recompense for humanity. They become one giant barnacle, spewing oatmeal everywhere. OATMEAL. IT'S ALL FUCKING OATMEAL. WHAT THEY EAT. WHAT THEY SAY. WHAT THEY THINK. WHAT THEY DREAM. Tasteless, boring, unappealing, grotesque, lazy filth that consistently spews from one barnacle's maw into another. The same garbage is recycled, and fed to them again. THEY ARE EATING THEIR OWN WASTE GODDAMN IT. AND THEY LOVE IT. THEY REVEL IN THEIR WASTE. THEY LOVE CONFORMING TO THE IDEAS, THE MEMES, SUCH FILTHY VIRII. These pitiful creatures are so fearful, terrified of their environment, of HAVING TO THINK ON THEIR OWN, WITH NO THOUGHTFORM TO SUPPORT THEM. FREE OF OUTSIDE PORRIDGE AND BARNACLES, THEY ARE HORRIFIED TO STAND ON THEIR OWN. They cower. They hide.

And boy are these people proud.

"classy. classy classy. klassy. CLASSSY. WE HAVE CLASS. ILY. YOLO."

CLASS? IS THAT WHAT YOU HAVE YOU DEGENERATE FILTH? THE ONLY CLASS YOU ARE A PART OF IS A TAXONOMY OF SCUM, SO LOW AS TO BE A CONSISTENT DRAW ON THE REST OF HUMANITY. You, merely by existing, have made all other members of you species worse-off. You plague us, you steal our food, you steal our friends, you steal our safety. BECAUSE THERE IS NO SAFETY, NO HIDING FROM YOUR DAMN OATMEAL. YOU THROW IT IN OUR FACE. YOU SPEW IT UP AND DOWN OUR FORMS, UNTIL WE ARE DRIPPING WITH YOUR GRUEL. YOU TRY TO INFECT US WITH SUCH FILTH. AND THE WORST PART
THE GODDAMN WORST PART IS THAT IT'S WORKING. BECAUSE YOU ARE LEGION, AND WE ARE FEW. AND WHEN WE ARE WEAK, WHEN WE ARE BROKEN, THAT IS WHEN YOU POUNCE. INJECT US WITH POISON AND SELL US A CURE. WE NEED IT.

Until you got here, we were broken, fragile girls and boys. And we still are. But how long until you infect me? Have you infected me? You probably have, and it was very sweet of you. You see, I'm just a higher level of barnacle, equipped with upgraded oatmeal (it has salt!) and doing my own infections. And there comes a time at the end of every day, where I just get fed up, in my OATMEAL. In your OATMEAL. In our OATMEAL.

And I just wonder, what is the fucking point? To serve as a vector for nothing more than a higher level of oatmeal?

IT'S ALL FUCKING OATMEAL.

Did you guys mention something about throwing up some physical media? 'Cause I'm all for helping.

http://abcnews.go.com/Health/story?id=4393377&page=1#.T6ViAeiJfNV

Anyone been over the man who was impervious to cold in this thread? Sorry, if this is old hat. But really, I find this to be much more impressive than airsoft hijinks. I've read in some places that he claims to have developed this ability through meditation, and even is training an apprentice. I think, regardless of modifiers, this is an impressive story and shows that we have the bodily hardware to do impressive things, we just need to rewrite some of our software.

DEEEYUM. Apparently she takes her face well-done.

"DO I WANT TO WIN, OR DO I WANT TO SURVIVE?"


That's getting stored away in my brain-archive of powerful quotes.