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#91
Quote from: Pope Pelvis Flirtini on August 31, 2017, 02:14:30 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on August 31, 2017, 01:19:11 AM
Quote from: Pope Pelvis Flirtini on August 31, 2017, 01:08:45 AM
Quote from: Hoopla on August 30, 2017, 11:20:21 PM
This guy is a real peach.

Yes, I'm sure everyone else here is a shining example of maturity, social acceptance, and emotional stability. Discordianism is a neighborhood of glass houses.

Keep fuckin' that chicken, dude.

Hey, at least I'm putting my dick into something instead of just waving it around in front of everyone.

I gotta ask, because I've always wondered about this when someone kicks the door in trying to play stupid dominance games, "How the fuck are you getting gratification from this?"
#92
Quote from: P3nT4gR4m on August 30, 2017, 05:45:02 AM
Aside from the fact that it's a low rent death cult you mean?

Well, yeah.  The whole place smells like Nancy Spungen's hotel room.
#93
Quote from: LMNO on August 30, 2017, 12:52:33 PM
A cattle prod is more efficient.

But it's not traditional.  I mean, outside of Birmingham.
#94
Quote from: Pope Pelvis Flirtini on August 31, 2017, 01:08:45 AM
Quote from: Hoopla on August 30, 2017, 11:20:21 PM
This guy is a real peach.

Yes, I'm sure everyone else here is a shining example of maturity, social acceptance, and emotional stability. Discordianism is a neighborhood of glass houses.

Keep fuckin' that chicken, dude.
#95
Quote from: Don Coyote on August 30, 2017, 11:57:18 PM
FUCK CANCER


Quote from: Hoopla on August 30, 2017, 11:22:48 PM
Also, I met up with Cram last Friday. He's even more dreamy in person than he is online!

Dreamy like "Mr Sandman" or dreamy like "I ate too much cheese and now have to sweats"

Mr Sandman.  Kinda.

http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/sandman
#96
Quote from: Hoopla on August 30, 2017, 11:22:48 PM
Also, I met up with Cram last Friday. He's even more dreamy in person than he is online!

I have met him and he insulted my hot dog.  WE HATES HIM FOREVER.
#97
Quote from: Pope Pelvis Flirtini on August 30, 2017, 03:16:43 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on August 30, 2017, 02:42:13 AM
Quote from: Pope Pelvis Flirtini on August 30, 2017, 02:03:16 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on August 30, 2017, 12:17:04 AM
Zen is when you get to hit people with sticks whenever they ask you questions.  Cram suggested this years ago, and I endorse it.

What kinds of sticks? How many years ago? How many times do you hit them?

Zazzen (sp?) sticks.  It helps with the learning.

I was asking you questions in the hopes that you'd hit me with a stick. I'm trying to achieve Zen here, dammit.

If I could hit people through the internet, I'd die of exhaustion by dawn.
#98
Quote from: tyrannosaurus vex on August 30, 2017, 02:02:59 AM
What good is achieving something that's possible? You don't prove anything and you don't learn anything that way. Trying to achieve the impossible is the only way forward, and even when you inevitably fail, you'll often be surprised by how close you came to succeeding. You'll make progress in spite of your failure.

I meant to add something snide here at the end but I couldn't think of anything.

Ron the Engineer: "I don't know if I'm cut out for this job.  It's insane."

TGRR:  "Shhh.  We're going to do great things."
#99
Quote from: Pope Pelvis Flirtini on August 30, 2017, 02:03:16 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on August 30, 2017, 12:17:04 AM
Zen is when you get to hit people with sticks whenever they ask you questions.  Cram suggested this years ago, and I endorse it.

What kinds of sticks? How many years ago? How many times do you hit them?

Zazzen (sp?) sticks.  It helps with the learning.
#100
One of my 3 closest friends from my teenage years just died of lung cancer at the age of 47.

:cry:

She was a brawler and a horrible bastard and she made no excuses.  Things just got a little bit more boring.
#101
Quote from: Pope Pelvis Flirtini on August 28, 2017, 12:52:11 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on August 27, 2017, 09:20:13 PM
Never mind that this system that doesn't work has led the country to be on the top of the global shit heap for 220 years1.  I mean, what has The Establishment™ ever accomplished?  I mean, aside from massive infrastructure, public libraries, a few trips to the moon, reusable spacecraft, and other assorted useless shit that nobody cares about?




1 May not apply to everyone.  Mgt reserves the right to brutalize minorities that get upset about this.  Just like every society ever.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y7tvauOJMHo

Precisely.
#102
Also, impossible futures are the only kind worth having.

Do great things or die miserably in the crash.

Hell, do both.
#103
Quote from: PoFP on August 29, 2017, 07:19:25 PM
Quote from: Pope Pelvis Flirtini on August 29, 2017, 06:40:13 PM
Quote from: PoFP on August 29, 2017, 02:36:26 PM
It's like that shopping cart at the store that's got month-old coupons sitting in the top compartment, and the front wheels haven't turned properly since the store opened. And you're pretty sure that every time the front-left wheel does turn, an orphan dies. At least, that's what it sounds like.

The employees hear the noise as you use extra effort to push the cart along, but they don't care. That cart will be there for years to come. Eventually people will look back on what the cart used to be and think "Ah, when carts used to roll smoothly. Those were the days." But people weren't even alive for those days, and the carts were actually hand-baskets, because carts have never rolled smoothly.

But people will continue to say the wheels will roll smoothly if we just "make them the way we used to."

New people will come in and say we need to replace the wheels, and it will be fixed. Others will say we need to remove the coupons, or the top compartment altogether. And some people will say we need to go back to hand-baskets, but no one listens to those freaks.

And that's where we come in. We WD-40 them wheels, fill the cart up with FUCKING ORANGES, and send that bad-boy full-force, straight into the canned-goods isle.

That's an incredibly accurate illustration. Left-right ideology seems to be either about returning to a past that never existed, or moving towards an impossible future.

Thanks. That's what I was going for.

Problem is, we don't have enough FUCKING ORANGES, and they banned the "WD-40" in all important states except California, Colorado, and Nevada. Not to mention, the canned-good isle is currently occupied by Roger. But that's okay, he's just preparing it for the real party.

I'm just trying to see how many cans of tuna will fit in my ass.
#104
Quote from: PoFP on August 29, 2017, 02:36:26 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on August 29, 2017, 01:39:50 AM
Quote from: Mr. Gone on August 29, 2017, 01:31:33 AM
Quote from: Pope Pelvis Flirtini on August 27, 2017, 10:58:59 AM
Just over a year ago, progressives and Democratic voters had a chance to really change things - to reform not just the Democratic party, but the country as well. Establishment Politics was the theme of Election 2016, and the Established Left shot themselves in the foot trying to stamp out the revolution.

They blew an election that they should have had in the bag.

Meanwhile, American progressives, in their march towards acceptance and equality, found themselves unsatisfied with all of the accomplishments they had made over the last eight years and actually began to alienate those to the right by entitling themselves to a brand of political correctness so far ahead of its time that even the moderates found themselves unable to defend it. Identity politics mixed with a right-wing paranoia of losing cultural control and created the Alt-Right, a band of misfits and misanthropes who not only delighted in triggering the left into abandoning their civility, but were masters of navigating the means to do so.

Winning that election empowered them to come out in full force and declare their pride in revisionist monuments to dead men who fought on the wrong side of history; a history that the cities they reside in have finally begun to evolve beyond. But it wasn't enough to show up in a sea of blinding whiteness. They came out in full cosplay as the one thing the left hates most.

And the progressives, so easily distracted, didn't take this opportunity to reexamine their ideology or the political party that had cannibalized itself in vain. They didn't try to figure out where they went wrong or why they lost. Instead, the radicals shouted "Hey, everyone! Look at the Nazis!"

And they looked.

The parties are built on not being the other guy, not about what they are for, but it's been this way for awhile, it's just exploded to this level of loud, screeching gridlock.  And so we're now in the period where both parties are going to, not elect the person with the best platform and ideals, but the one who's best at being a carnival barker.

The solution? There is no solution. 

Buckle up and enjoy going nowhere.

Welcome to all of humanity's political history.

And yet the wheels somehow stay on the cart.

It's like that shopping cart at the store that's got month-old coupons sitting in the top compartment, and the front wheels haven't turned properly since the store opened. And you're pretty sure that every time the front-left wheel does turn, an orphan dies. At least, that's what it sounds like.

The employees hear the noise as you use extra effort to push the cart along, but they don't care. That cart will be there for years to come. Eventually people will look back on what the cart used to be and think "Ah, when carts used to roll smoothly. Those were the days." But people weren't even alive for those days, and the carts were actually hand-baskets, because carts have never rolled smoothly.

But people will continue to say the wheels will roll smoothly if we just "make them the way we used to."

New people will come in and say we need to replace the wheels, and it will be fixed. Others will say we need to remove the coupons, or the top compartment altogether. And some people will say we need to go back to hand-baskets, but no one listens to those freaks.

And that's where we come in. We WD-40 them wheels, fill the cart up with FUCKING ORANGES, and send that bad-boy full-force, straight into the canned-goods isle.

You're having an exceptional case of The Holies™ right now.  :lol:

PREACH MORE, PLS.
#105
Quote from: Qlip on August 29, 2017, 05:20:19 AM
What lead me to this particular forum was that I made a friend through another friend, she was pretty cute

This is the only rational excuse I've ever heard for this low-rent death cult, really.