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[The world will end in 2012.]

The world will end in 2012.

Why believe in the apocalypse?

one word, people:

HOPE.


2012 or bust.

One word Cramulus: Lithium.

Oh and 

Three things:

1.  Objectivism? 

2.  Link?

3.  You're a dumbfuck.

Actually, I think it is Structuralism. I haven't seen shite like that for years.

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I just don't feel the need to discuss my spirituality publicly.

And if something came over me to do so on a board full of asshats it would be ridiculous to think that they would suddenly take their hat off and hold their bowels.



If one doesn't like something made with intent then it's called propaganda, evangelism, or artless.

If one does like something made with intent then it's called information, education, or art.

Sure.  I mean, if words don't mean anything.

People mean things. Words are arbitrary symbols of sounds.

    I disagree. Tha last thing which words, symbols or sounds may be is, arbitrary.

Capitalist narrative, feminism and objectivism
John la Fournier
Department of Gender Politics, University of California, Berkeley
1. Realities of rubicon

Hey there. I'll buy the books if I want to read that. Your attempts to imitate a dark ages monk, copying scripture to ward off the darkness, are lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, lame.

I spent years in a sweaty dungeon with deconstructionists. They had razed the English department, and locked themselves in with a poster of Derrida and the collected works of John Cage. By the time we were done, only I remained. Everyone else had gone to pieces.

Don't go to pieces on us, eh?

[really]

This isn't finished, but it's as much as I feel like writing right now.


I don't talk about my religion much. For one thing, I don't want to have to explain it... it's complicated. For another thing, I don't relish getting caught in the explain/justify/defend cycle that happens so often, especially when talking to a social group that is rich in devout atheists. I find that in situations like that, atheists become evangelistic, as if they're on a mission to pry religion from every mind they encounter. I don't like the judgment, the condemnation, or the derision – it's easier to never bring it up at all, and let them assume that I'm one of their fold.

One of the reasons I don't like being in a position where I'm asked to defend my religion is because I find that religion is indefensible. It's not logical; more like humor than it is like love, it defies being pinned down with algorithms and intellectualism. Much of what is funny is subjective, makes no sense, and cannot be predicted, and to me, that's what religion is like. Not only can I not explain or justify why I have it, I don't even care to try. No, really. I don't. It's not something I take great comfort in, because I'm not a believer in a benevolent god. It's just something I have faith in... faith, which cannot be logically defended. Something pretty absurd. You either get it or you don't.

Friends confronted with the fact that I have religion are often disbelieving, then derisive. "You don't really believe in that, do you? I mean, you don't believe that it's really for real real, right?"

Truth?

Sometimes, sometimes not. Sometimes it's metaphor, sometimes it's an exercise of the mind, and sometimes it's really for real real, something that came with me from my ancestors. Something so pants-wettingly old that I'd be seriously disrespecting my ancestors if I thumbed my nose at believing in it. It's as real as their existences, as their bone fragments littering the desert in Jerome and their skeletons being slowly permeated by minerals in Conwy, Echota, and Mombasa. If I imagine something, does it exist? Well... of course! Sort of.

The simplest way for me to explain why I have religion is to say that it's because I've decided to. I like it.

Fuck you, Kai.

My name is Torodung, and I approve of this rant.

I too come with "religion." Though religion is a political term. What I really come with is Faith, and few around me seem to share this particular defect. Perhaps you share it as well. It's viral.

A statement that "there is no god" is as much an statement of faith as claiming that there is. Period. If we really want to discard faith, I think the non-dick description of that belief would be "agnostic." "Atheists" are just using that name to troll "theists."

I spent a while hanging out in alt.atheism on Usenet, and after a while, I had made friends and had respect. Fundies troll that group all the time, but after the hubbub had died down, I found that there were quite a few atheists who were willing to chat.

They just didn't want to chat about God. They were a-theist, not anti-theist.

So don't worry about it too much. We can just tilt windmills with our oversized, armored dicks in righteous protest. Fucking windmills. I HATE THEM.

Same thing happened with terrorism.
Difference is, this really is just as bad as is being said.  No, it's worse. 

I have a feeling throwing money at the crisis will not solve it, nor will bullets at the other ism.  Do we only know how to (poorly) deal with the symptoms of this necrosis.  And necrosis may or 'may not be the right word, but it's the first that comes to mind.' C.P.

You are assuming anything will solve it.

No, it is more likely we will all be embroiled in another huge fucking war, and when the dust settles we'll have lots and lots of dead people and still no answers.

It's what we do.

Yeah. I gotta agree. I figure we're going to pull our troops out of Afghanistan, and overrun everything south of us to the canal zone. The drug wars on the TX/NM/AZ border are getting too intense.

Maybe not with this turkey-in-chief, but surely with the next. Screw the Amero, we're going to make everyone but Canada love the Dollar.

And I won't be happy about any of it if I'm right. Eisenhower was right too, and we didn't listen. 

IT'S PEANUT BUTTER JELLY TIME! IT'S PEANUT BUTTER JELLY TIME!

Nothing about the future is certain, why are you complaining? Everyone should have the right to hysteria and panic. But thats just my opinion.

I am with you. We are not certain what the future hold for us. Hell obama my be the next Roosevelt!

Dear Lord, you should be flogged for such speech, but then again, it seems that you are in danger of becoming a mainstream thinker. Don't worry, I'll help you out of your misery.

See, and now you're back to my point of view. That "live and let live" shit didn't last long, now did it?

By the way, when I walk into an empty room, there are at least three points of view and a heated argument going on.

I AM THE EAST MAGNETIC POLE OF POLITICS!  EAT THEM!  EAT THEM ALL!

I am living on the South Pole and the gravest sin in my religion is to go North. Someone send me a helicopter and 2ccs of Atavan. STAT!

[Jihad]

Jihad (or Allah Loves Wonderous Diversity)

I say    No! No! No! You can't take me
   No! No! No! I won't bend
I say   No! No! No! You can't make me
   No! No! until the bitter end.

You strap on a bomb and you blow up a market
The blood of the infidel washes away
~ Every sin that you may have committed

And the sins of the children who died here today
Leave the tears of the mothers to baptize the lucky
'Cause the salt of their tears are all they have left

You rub salt to the wounds of your people
Offer salt for the wounds of your people

I say   Yes. Yes. Yes. They can break you
Yes. Yes. Yes. You must hide
I say    No. No. No I can't save you
From the men who believe in the "other" guy.

They'll come pick you up in a black hellicopter
And whisk you away to Guantanamo Bay
They'll strip off your clothes, and they'll have you committed.

They'll leave you to rot in your own little cell
Don't you know that you rot in your own little cell?
You rot in your own little terrorist cell.

No matter what you do or say
No matter what you do or say

I say    Fools. Fools. Fools go to battle
Without cause. Cause. Cause or remorse
I say   What? What? What are you cattle?
To ascribe to the belief that there's no other course.

I once had a talk with an old friend of mine
It must've lasted all of three minutes
And when we were through we had deeply resolved

That ev'ry man wants love and all blessings
Ev-er-y man wants love and all blessings
Everyman wants love and all blessings

There is no other guy
There is no "other" guy

HINT: I AM A TOTAL DICK SHUT UP NOW.

The Aztecs were pretty fucking insane.

I used to work with a Mayan guy. Holy hell, he was hot as fuck. Only about 5'2", but jesus fucking christ he was hot.

THAT IS WHY GOD GAVE US CHLOROFORM, NIGEL.  SO TOYS LIKE THAT CAN BE PROPERLY STORED IN THE ATTIC.

Nothing about the future is certain, why are you complaining? Everyone should have the right to hysteria and panic. But thats just my opinion.

I am with you. We are not certain what the future hold for us. Hell obama my be the next Roosevelt!

Dear Lord, you should be flogged for such speech, but then again, it seems that you are in danger of becoming a mainstream thinker. Don't worry, I'll help you out of your misery.

See, and now you're back to my point of view. That "live and let live" shit didn't last long, now did it?

By the way, when I walk into an empty room, there are at least three points of view and a heated argument going on.

Not talking about the poem. Talking about the lit-wankery.

IMO, all that foot and stanza stuff is for folks who want to pigeon-hole poems, rather than enjoy them.

I used the word foot twice, and stanza once, and I'm engaging in lit-wankery? What? Do I have to speak Greek to please you? Don't answer that. I don't care. I'm not here to please you.

Explanation: I don't use that vocabulary to show off. I use it to show respect. If it offends you, then it's your problem.

If Eve wants to complain about it, I'll listen to her. It's her brag thread and poem, after all.

http://www.cato.org/dailys/02-25-04-2.html
Yet more evidence that controlled, orderly economies leave people worse off than free, chaotic ones....

Yet more evidence that people will use any fact to support what they already believe 

QFT. Wow. Rationalization sucks, don't it?

That said, I have a strong personal dislike for when people use someone's else's Bring & Brag thread as a hijack opportunity to display their capacity for lit-wankery, so I'd suggest starting your own thread for that.

That was not my intent. I answered as best I could with the poem. It was not a 'bring and brag,' it was a reply in poetry.

I have little need to show off, but sometimes that's the only way I can speak.

No, there's an out: figure out ways for idjits to die more frequently.  Gross rates don't matter as much as net ones do.

We've spent 10,000 years working on ways to keep that from happening.

So much for the Sapiens part.

MSPaint time.

FIRST APPROXIMATION

Disruption? Is that disruption I see? Who us? NEVER!

Just like Terri Schiavo, the Octomom story is a media circus. It's nothing more or less than a cash cow for the TV and newspapers, and frankly it's (yet another) wretched disgrace to journalism.

Why do they do it? Why do they keep sending people out to dredge up every last damn detail about this woman's life and her fourteen children?

Because it's a "human interest" story, where in this case the humans are interested in flinging their shit, er, excuse, me, opinions (we aren't monkeys, of course!) at a pointless and insignificant spectacle because everyone is too chickenshit to fling their opinions at the people around them, or at the issues that actually matter. I'd bet my left testicle that 99% of the people who gleefully share their "strong opinions" about Nadya Suleman wouldn't make so much as a peep if they lived next door to her.

The media has put this woman on a stage, under the limelight, with a nice big sign that says "JUDGE THIS" because we humans absolutely love to pass shit, um, pardon me, judgment on other people, but most of us are too damn cowardly to do it to the people near us, or too lazy to do it to the issues that might actually influence their own lives.

And NOW look what you made me do; now I'm flinging shit right along with everybody else. Bob fucking damn it.

Excellent sense of irony and perspective. And that woman is such a