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Well I'm the noob, the philosophy and internet forum is all here too so all we need now is grey goo.

I wish i had a chain gun.

My three are

- Freedom
- Liberty
- And getting your shit together to make it happen.

It is possible to have cancer in multiple places.

Anyway, to me you seem more like a minor diarrheal infection. Nasty, but not really lethal.

Oh good, you had me worried then.

Wait, if this is the cancer...

What does that make me?   

Herpes?

Time for video's of stupid westerners riding specially adapted washing machines. 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vl6MnyIHurU&feature=related

Internal me yells obscenities, External me shrugs.

This is your problem, Mac.

Its hard to be loud and outspoken consciously in the beaten down and submissive society we live in today.

Even better still that i have gone up in the world to the status of "Outlandish"

America never had a constitution.

Just a buncha ideals and a lotta land that's all, a the end of the day the "Constitution" is just a piece of paper that people disregardfully, ignorantly and disrespectfully may as well wipe their ass on, all over America.

Freedom and Liberty flushed down the toilet, caked in the shit known as forced ideals, oppression and corruption.

Don't you worry. Just get a Mormon to baptize you post-mortem.

Now that is a very callous and heartless thing to say.

Even to me. Shame on you.

This is something that bugged me last night thinking about, i myself am unbaptized and i will never forget thanks to the passed down retelling of events from my family about a time in which a jehovah's witness zealously upon hearing that i was never baptized, began screaming at my family after putting his foot in the door about how i will burn in hell.

What kind of "God" would allow such a thing?

Do you have any thoughts on the matter?   

(I wasnt sure whether to put this thread somewhere else, but since it was more a arguement than a rant i thought it would be best here)

And FYI ectasy is likely to troll you in some way or other.

Oh yeah, I'm real scary. Whoooooooo. 

Im in ECSTACY whenever we're togetherrrr!

I'm in ECSTACY twenty four seveeeeeeen!

Hello.

She's a naughty girl with a bad habit.

"Flordia". "Bible stories". http://www.torontosun.com/2012/07/25/florida-puppeteer-plotted-to-cook-and-eat-children-cops

That guy is from florida?

Tell me why im not suprised 

And on another bear related note - http://www.torontosun.com/2012/07/23/our-new-mascot-isnt-pedobear-nestle

Here's my entry:



I'm sure some of you are now saying "but Cain, that's exactly what the front page looks like right now."

Yes.  It is.

The problem with PD isn't software based, there isn't a software solution.  No amount of rearranging deckchairs is going to change the fact that it is people's attitudes that need to change, not our "web 2.0 user drive feedback functionality" bullshit.

If it makes you feel any better, I saved the screenshot in Paint, so it's kinda WOMP.

I claim copyright of richard nixon's festering corpse.

And on another note, did somebody say content?

[hjemland]

hjemland

De bakker i mit hjemland ringer til mig blidt, sødt.

Mange rejser brugt på bølgerne til langt væk lande både nær og fjern, ikke at lande både tørre og velstående brolagt med klud og guld vi tager fat på ryggen af ​​drager udskåret af træ.

Men nu med mine byttet jeg hjem fra min blodig og hedenske arbejde, som både arbejde og dræber forlader enker, forældreløse og brændte landsbyer og kapeller hele blæser hen over som røg i vinden.

Jeg er ikke den mand, jeg engang var, men blødheden af den faste solidaritet jorden og blide græsstrå jeg betræder mellow selve strukturen af mit hjerte og sjæl og løfte mit humør at hilse venligt dem, jeg kendte engang, og dem, jeg revet skævt.

Min økse voksende tung i min hånd, og min rustning voksende stiv jeg kender tiden er kommet som jeg videregive min prime til at opgive min rolle godt og være ét med jorden og falde offer for de rejsende i havet.

Translated version - English

homeland

The hills of my homeland are calling to me softly, sweetly.

Many voyages spent upon the waves to far away lands both near and far, to lands both arid and prosperous paved with cloth and gold do we embark on the backs of dragons carved of wood.

But now with my spoils i return home from my bloody and heathen work which both labours and kills leaving widows, orphans and burnt villages and chapels all blowing over like smoke in the wind.

I am not the man i once was but the softness of the solid solidarity of the ground and  gentle blades of grass i tread upon mellow the very fabric of my heart and soul and uplift my spirits to greet kindly those i once knew and those i torn askew.

My axe growing heavy in my hand, and my armour growing stiff i know the time has come as i pass my prime to give up my role for good and be one with the land and fall victim to the travellers of the sea...

(I wrote the whole thing myself.)