Chaos is fluffy white clouds and pink bunnies and shit.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

1. Don't have cable modem.
2. I meant show me some *samples* of your awesome trollishness.
3. There are more than enough 700 club weirdo types for everyone on this board to have a whack at them and then some.

1.  Get one, as soon as you can.

2.  I wish I could.  For some reason, they erase my timeless prose almost as fast as I can type it.

3.  There are many weirdos, but these are MINE!

[agent compassion]

1. Get one, as soon as you can.
2. I wish I could. For some reason, they erase my timeless prose almost as fast as I can type it.

3. There are many weirdos, but these are MINE!

1. Why would I do that when I can use T1 at the school for free?
2. Notepad, Crtl-C, Crtl-V.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

1. Get one, as soon as you can.
2. I wish I could. For some reason, they erase my timeless prose almost as fast as I can type it.

3. There are many weirdos, but these are MINE!

1. Why would I do that when I can use T1 at the school for free?
2. Notepad, Crtl-C, Crtl-V.

1.  Because *I* can change my IP at will?

2.  I'll save some of my next ones.

[agent compassion]

1. Because *I* can change my IP at will?

Ah, so you're IP Freely...

[The Good Reverend Roger]

1. Because *I* can change my IP at will?

Ah, so you're IP Freely...

Yup!  I wrote a book, once.

[agent compassion]

Yup! I wrote a book, once.

"The Yellow River," right? Say, are you related to Ace?

[Irreverend Hugh, KSC]

*vomits*

[agent compassion]

ha ha!  

[The meringue]

Chaos is smoggy gray pollution and pink bunny minions for religion of bloody hell and war.  Kill Eris!

You are a horrible, horrible person.

Eris is sweetness and light.

Eris wants you to wake the fuck up man! only she doesn't much care how that happens. and once you've woken up you avoid her like the fucken plague, Eris wants to break you down and grind you up and have you watch at the same time so you can see what it looks like to be a serf.

Chaos is death, and damnation. Chaos is a life without time to live, chained to a desk in tower one where your manager tells you to keep doing your job while he parachutes to safety long after the smoke from the fire has made that impossible. Chaos is the eyes that see past the veil, into the thinly disguised concentration camp where the common worker is sent to the chamber for earning too little. Where one human being grinds another into the sand, to stand at the top of an illusory pyramid. How many people have you suffocated to death on these verdent shores just to stand on top of the sandcastle and eat your gritty prepackaged tv dinners?

The Meringue: A concerned non-sequiteur.

[Guido Finucci]

Eris wants you to wake the fuck up man!
<snip>
Chaos is death, and damnation.... blah blah blah doom blah blah

Translation: Eris wants you to be free. I'm free now so I'm off back to the Rut of Soulessness.

Newsflash -- We've always been free. Some people are born with clue, some acquire clue, the rest are the playthings of Eris. I like your T-shirt btw.

[The Meringue]

Eris wants you to wake the fuck up man!
<snip>
Chaos is death, and damnation.... blah blah blah doom blah blah

Translation: Eris wants you to be free. I'm free now so I'm off back to the Rut of Soulessness.

Newsflash -- We've always been free. Some people are born with clue, some acquire clue, the rest are the playthings of Eris. I like your T-shirt btw.

Here's where you and I differ Slapper. The misfortunate thuddites while a source of entertainment or not deserve some gentle handling. All you've done is take the way the con acts and place it in the eristic paradigm, making you less than a pathetic bottom-feeder, your a plagairist pathetic bottom-feeder.

Might doesn't make right, because one day you won't be so mighty, and you won't exactly think it fair then. I hope you remember that when you retire and the government taxes you your pension away because you're no longer earning anything.

[Irreverend Hugh, KSC]

Chaos is smoggy gray pollution and pink bunny minions for religion of bloody hell and war.  Kill Eris!

You are a horrible, horrible person.

Eris is sweetness and light.

Eris wants you to wake the fuck up man! only she doesn't much care how that happens. and once you've woken up you avoid her like the fucken plague, Eris wants to break you down and grind you up and have you watch at the same time so you can see what it looks like to be a serf.

Chaos is death, and damnation. Chaos is a life without time to live, chained to a desk in tower one where your manager tells you to keep doing your job while he parachutes to safety long after the smoke from the fire has made that impossible. Chaos is the eyes that see past the veil, into the thinly disguised concentration camp where the common worker is sent to the chamber for earning too little. Where one human being grinds another into the sand, to stand at the top of an illusory pyramid. How many people have you suffocated to death on these verdent shores just to stand on top of the sandcastle and eat your gritty prepackaged tv dinners?

The Meringue: A concerned non-sequiteur.

Roger, if you killed him, we still want some of the pie.

[Guido Finucci]

Here's where you and I differ Slapper. The misfortunate thuddites while a source of entertainment or not deserve some gentle handling. All you've done is take the way the con acts and place it in the eristic paradigm...

We differ in this? I treat them gently (regardless of belief and deserving -- things I have difficulty nailing down at the best of times).

I haven't taken away any con act at all -- precisely what made you think that the Eristic paradigm was first among equals? It is as much of a con as all the others. It's attractiveness lies soley in that it is a con that trys to con you into being con-proof. Naturally it is doomed to failure, until it is, like all the others, rejected. Or to put it another way, it ony works because there is no real reason to accept it over any other.

What I did do, was nibble at your troll to see what sort of an entertainment you were -- so let us stop playing this game and play the meta-game instead. I find it, by far, more rewarding. (Besides, you've been around long enough that we can't see who can piss higher up the Erisian doctrine with mere words; we'd have to play for the cheers and barracking of a highly intoxicated audience, or not at all).

... making you less than a pathetic bottom-feeder, your a plagairist pathetic bottom-feeder.

We are all pathetic plagarising bottom-feeders but some of us are looking at the stars, but not me; I yam what I yam. Yuck, yuck, yuck.

Might doesn't make right, because one day you won't be so mighty, and you won't exactly think it fair then. I hope you remember that when you retire and the government taxes you your pension away because you're no longer earning anything.

Might absolutely makes right. Sole and absolute right to do as you please. If you don't use it to make the world such that it will catch you when the mighty fall then you'll land on something hard. If human history has shown us anything, then it has surely shown us that thinking something was unfair only ever matter when it was the mighty doing the thinking.

As for my retirement -- I am lucky enough to live in a socialist welfare state where the retired enjoy pensions in the hand of at least 80% of the average salary. Not only that, but I am old money (at least as old as this country gets) and my grandchildren will still be living off the fruits of my great grandfather's fortuitious land investments, even if I piss away as much as I am physically capable of doing. Thus I am afforded the bourgeois pleasures of slacking on the 'Net and drinking as much as I can hold down. The descendants of the Bush dynasty can tax the American old folk as much as they can get away with and it will matter to me about as much as your need for emotional validation.

King Kong died for your sins.

[The Meringue]

Oh ye of little pessimism  

[Horab Fibslager]

King Kong died for your sins.

for mine too?