For those that can be bothered to notice:
http://concordiamovement.blogspot.com/2007/09/discordians-becoming-paranoid.html
Central Scrutinizer is threatening to go "under cover". <yawn>
I thought he was a Discordian a-la "Discordianism: The Hidden Threat" at first, but now I'm thinking more and more that he's a putz.
Someone's ears were burning.
I'M ON TO YOU DR. JON!
:troll: :roll:
Duh duh DUH!
I'm going to post rude and cryptic comments every day.
I want to see if I can aggravate his mental disorder.
:lulz: :lulz: :lulz: :lulz: :lulz: :lulz:
Concordia gets points.
I swear... Discordians spout FNORDS and everyone gets pissed. They become Concordians and everyone gets pissed.
Our Lady is likely rolling in the halls of Olympus right now, choking on her laughter and holding her sides.
Perhaps you need to be moar pissed. :argh!:
Quote from: Rev. What's-His-Name? on September 11, 2007, 05:45:51 PM
Perhaps you need to be moar pissed. :argh!:
But, I'm not pissed at all... I mean I was a little pissed last night cause I had a lovely bottle of Nadurra, but I'm not now.
I'm pretty sure that the Concordian is laughing up his sleeve though. Not that I would know anything about it.....
:lulz:
If he's laughing up his sleeve then that makes him rather pitiful.
Yeah... Shouldn't he be laughing out his ass, instead?
Quote from: LMNO on September 11, 2007, 05:56:46 PM
Yeah... Shouldn't he be laughing out his ass, instead?
Only if he's not already shitting out of it.
I mean, his shit's gotta go out
some orifice. :P
Quote from: Rev. What's-His-Name? on September 11, 2007, 05:52:28 PM
If he's laughing up his sleeve then that makes him rather pitiful.
Hehehe, I dunno. He seems to have poked the bottoms of a few Discordians... and I think his anti-discordian rants are quite funny. Its such an obvious parody of some of the right wing christian anti*insert idea here* sites that I can't believe that you all aren't cheering.
Or is it only the Discordians that decide to order the same meal off of the menu that you find acceptable? If one orders silliness with a side of fnords, you call him an idiot, if someone orders anti-discordianism with a side of poke fun at the metaphors, you call him pitiful.
I'm beginning to wonder who's eating what menu.
Quote from: Ratatosk on September 11, 2007, 05:59:59 PM
Quote from: Rev. What's-His-Name? on September 11, 2007, 05:52:28 PM
If he's laughing up his sleeve then that makes him rather pitiful.
Hehehe, I dunno. He seems to have poked the bottoms of a few Discordians... and I think his anti-discordian rants are quite funny. Its such an obvious parody of some of the right wing christian anti*insert idea here* sites that I can't believe that you all aren't cheering.
Or is it only the Discordians that decide to order the same meal off of the menu that you find acceptable? If one orders silliness with a side of fnords, you call him an idiot, if someone orders anti-discordianism with a side of poke fun at the metaphors, you call him pitiful.
I'm beginning to wonder who's eating what menu.
Actually, it was just a stupid joke. laughing up sleeve, armpit, pitiful, etc.
Anyway, I honestly could care less about Corporal Tenderizer.
Quote from: Professor Cramulus on September 11, 2007, 05:59:18 PM
Quote from: LMNO on September 11, 2007, 05:56:46 PM
Yeah... Shouldn't he be laughing out his ass, instead?
Only if he's not already shitting out of it.
I mean, his shit's gotta go out some orifice. :P
I was implying that his head was up there...
Quote from: Ratatosk on September 11, 2007, 05:59:59 PM
Quote from: Rev. What's-His-Name? on September 11, 2007, 05:52:28 PM
If he's laughing up his sleeve then that makes him rather pitiful.
Hehehe, I dunno. He seems to have poked the bottoms of a few Discordians... and I think his anti-discordian rants are quite funny. Its such an obvious parody of some of the right wing christian anti*insert idea here* sites that I can't believe that you all aren't cheering.
Or is it only the Discordians that decide to order the same meal off of the menu that you find acceptable? If one orders silliness with a side of fnords, you call him an idiot, if someone orders anti-discordianism with a side of poke fun at the metaphors, you call him pitiful.
I'm beginning to wonder who's eating what menu.
plz do not be generalizing "all of you", especially if you're not including yourself
I'm
not part of this hivemind you're referring to.
Quote from: Professor Cramulus on September 11, 2007, 06:03:17 PM
Quote from: Ratatosk on September 11, 2007, 05:59:59 PM
Quote from: Rev. What's-His-Name? on September 11, 2007, 05:52:28 PM
If he's laughing up his sleeve then that makes him rather pitiful.
Hehehe, I dunno. He seems to have poked the bottoms of a few Discordians... and I think his anti-discordian rants are quite funny. Its such an obvious parody of some of the right wing christian anti*insert idea here* sites that I can't believe that you all aren't cheering.
Or is it only the Discordians that decide to order the same meal off of the menu that you find acceptable? If one orders silliness with a side of fnords, you call him an idiot, if someone orders anti-discordianism with a side of poke fun at the metaphors, you call him pitiful.
I'm beginning to wonder who's eating what menu.
plz do not be generalizing "all of you", especially if you're not including yourself
I'm not part of this hivemind you're referring to.
Err you was a reference to TGGR and "you all" was really a generalization of the people in this thread which seemed to think Concordia was a putz and had a mental disorder. I think your post was not at all related... sorry if I wasn't more clear.
Quote from: Ratatosk on September 11, 2007, 05:59:59 PM
Quote from: Rev. What's-His-Name? on September 11, 2007, 05:52:28 PM
If he's laughing up his sleeve then that makes him rather pitiful.
Hehehe, I dunno. He seems to have poked the bottoms of a few Discordians... and I think his anti-discordian rants are quite funny. Its such an obvious parody of some of the right wing christian anti*insert idea here* sites that I can't believe that you all aren't cheering.
Or is it only the Discordians that decide to order the same meal off of the menu that you find acceptable? If one orders silliness with a side of fnords, you call him an idiot, if someone orders anti-discordianism with a side of poke fun at the metaphors, you call him pitiful.
I'm beginning to wonder who's eating what menu.
Yeah, thats what I thought of the site as well. A parody. And the audience is the show.
Quote from: Lysergic on September 11, 2007, 07:49:23 PM
Quote from: Ratatosk on September 11, 2007, 05:59:59 PM
Quote from: Rev. What's-His-Name? on September 11, 2007, 05:52:28 PM
If he's laughing up his sleeve then that makes him rather pitiful.
Hehehe, I dunno. He seems to have poked the bottoms of a few Discordians... and I think his anti-discordian rants are quite funny. Its such an obvious parody of some of the right wing christian anti*insert idea here* sites that I can't believe that you all aren't cheering.
Or is it only the Discordians that decide to order the same meal off of the menu that you find acceptable? If one orders silliness with a side of fnords, you call him an idiot, if someone orders anti-discordianism with a side of poke fun at the metaphors, you call him pitiful.
I'm beginning to wonder who's eating what menu.
Yeah, thats what I thought of the site as well. A parody. And the audience is the show.
Heh, yep.. Well I suppose the joke wouldn't have been nearly as funny if the Discordians responding hadn't swallowed the bait ;-)
Quote from: Ratatosk on September 11, 2007, 08:03:57 PM
Quote from: Lysergic on September 11, 2007, 07:49:23 PM
Quote from: Ratatosk on September 11, 2007, 05:59:59 PM
Quote from: Rev. What's-His-Name? on September 11, 2007, 05:52:28 PM
If he's laughing up his sleeve then that makes him rather pitiful.
Hehehe, I dunno. He seems to have poked the bottoms of a few Discordians... and I think his anti-discordian rants are quite funny. Its such an obvious parody of some of the right wing christian anti*insert idea here* sites that I can't believe that you all aren't cheering.
Or is it only the Discordians that decide to order the same meal off of the menu that you find acceptable? If one orders silliness with a side of fnords, you call him an idiot, if someone orders anti-discordianism with a side of poke fun at the metaphors, you call him pitiful.
I'm beginning to wonder who's eating what menu.
Yeah, thats what I thought of the site as well. A parody. And the audience is the show.
Heh, yep.. Well I suppose the joke wouldn't have been nearly as funny if the Discordians responding hadn't swallowed the bait ;-)
WHY YES DISCORDIANS TROLLING OTHER DISCORDIANS CERTAINLY IS ORIGINAL! IT'S NOT LIKE IT HASN'T BEEN DONE 5,000,000 FUCKING TIMES SINCE 2002 ALONE!
That's why I am out to fuck that punk up. We knew he was a "discordian", but he's an
unoriginal "discordian".
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on September 11, 2007, 10:07:19 PM
Quote from: Ratatosk on September 11, 2007, 08:03:57 PM
Quote from: Lysergic on September 11, 2007, 07:49:23 PM
Quote from: Ratatosk on September 11, 2007, 05:59:59 PM
Quote from: Rev. What's-His-Name? on September 11, 2007, 05:52:28 PM
If he's laughing up his sleeve then that makes him rather pitiful.
Hehehe, I dunno. He seems to have poked the bottoms of a few Discordians... and I think his anti-discordian rants are quite funny. Its such an obvious parody of some of the right wing christian anti*insert idea here* sites that I can't believe that you all aren't cheering.
Or is it only the Discordians that decide to order the same meal off of the menu that you find acceptable? If one orders silliness with a side of fnords, you call him an idiot, if someone orders anti-discordianism with a side of poke fun at the metaphors, you call him pitiful.
I'm beginning to wonder who's eating what menu.
Yeah, thats what I thought of the site as well. A parody. And the audience is the show.
Heh, yep.. Well I suppose the joke wouldn't have been nearly as funny if the Discordians responding hadn't swallowed the bait ;-)
WHY YES DISCORDIANS TROLLING OTHER DISCORDIANS CERTAINLY IS ORIGINAL! IT'S NOT LIKE IT HASN'T BEEN DONE 5,000,000 FUCKING TIMES SINCE 2002 ALONE!
That's why I am out to fuck that punk up. We knew he was a "discordian", but he's an unoriginal "discordian".
Sadly the Angry Sub G has been done 5,000,000 times as well. The difference is that Concordia is getting exactly what he wants and you aren't gonna (fuck the punk up as you say). It's a shame that we're all so unoriginal.
Quote from: Ratatosk on September 11, 2007, 05:59:59 PM
Quote from: Rev. What's-His-Name? on September 11, 2007, 05:52:28 PM
If he's laughing up his sleeve then that makes him rather pitiful.
Hehehe, I dunno. He seems to have poked the bottoms of a few Discordians...
UNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNG!
DISCORDIANS SHOULD PREY UPON EACH OTHER. LIKE DOGFISH!
UNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNG!
Quote from: Ratatosk on September 11, 2007, 10:12:04 PM
Sadly the Angry Sub G has been done 5,000,000 times as well. The difference is that Concordia is getting exactly what he wants and you aren't gonna (fuck the punk up as you say). It's a shame that we're all so unoriginal.
If we're all so unoriginal, you should just leave.
It's not like anyone here likes you.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on September 11, 2007, 10:12:54 PM
Quote from: Ratatosk on September 11, 2007, 10:12:04 PM
Sadly the Angry Sub G has been done 5,000,000 times as well. The difference is that Concordia is getting exactly what he wants and you aren't gonna (fuck the punk up as you say). It's a shame that we're all so unoriginal.
If we're all so unoriginal, you should just leave.
It's not like anyone here likes you.
Why, I'm just as unoriginal, aren't I?
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By using the technology of tomorrow on the consumers of today. The Now People. People on the go. Going from Smart Shopper to New Low Value in the time it takes to dial our number. And you know which one that is! Call now won't you? For more of what you've come to expect from us. Style. Mood. A certain dependable kind of image. An image of the way you'd like people to be. Passive. Pretty. White. As white as the complexion of our finest women, grown right here by our special process. As white as the hair of God, white as it was in life! As white as the blank sheet on which we write your mind. Who are we?
We're the Happy People. Happy to live in a world of images. Images of war. Family. Crime. Fun images, that help rinse away unsightly self-images, so you can get away from the privacy of your own home. After all, aren't you what everything's here for? You're what we're here for. That's why we made everything! That's why everything made you. And that's why you made us. Who are we?
We're the Money People. People who take your money. No more money hassling! But what about little Dickie, you sap What's little Dickie gonna do, when you're working late, and Wilma's minding the fort, and Sis is in and out? Put away those straps and buckles: Dickie's safe with us (He's even learning to speak again, our way.) Safe with the people who know what it is you want from a world. Simplicity. Reliability. A world you can go to, without worrying about whether your money is safe.
You know, when we first got into this business we didn't know much more than you. Like you, we thought there was a world out there: a world of value. A world that needed meaning. Love. Beauty. A world that needed a better product. Uh-uh. There's just you. And you want to know something. You want to know just exactly what it is you're suppposed to do. You don't care why, just so long as it's the right thing. lt's natural. Everyone wants to do the right thing. But sometimes it's hard to 'know just what the dght thing is. Let's say you're black. And you've just lost your arms and legs defending U.S. interests in Afghanistan. You come home, and get thrown in jail for life for beating up four white cops. You want to know: just exactly what is it l'm supposed to feel?, We can't give you all the answers. But we can help flesh out your fantasy that there are some. At our labs, we use only the finest homemade ingredients. Love. Children. God. And the purest blend of money your needs can buy, grown right here by our special process! A process in use since our first Mom and Pop operation. Who are we?
We're the Normal People. The most normal. people in the world. But not quite as normal as you. Why? You're unique. It's natural: everyone's unique. But you stand apart from the crowd: you're normal. Normal as a typical herd of Sea Cow. Normal as an exploding stellar nebula. Normal as the world in which we live. And what could be more normal than that? Certainly not the competition! How do we stay so far out in front of the pack? By building a racetrack-decoy ideology with the pick-up of a domestic, and the maneuverability of an import! Who are we?
We're the Information People. The people who provide you with the information you need, to help you through your busy day. Information about divorce. Inflation. Drug abuse. Information vital to your survival, because information is the most important part of our world. In fact, it's the only part. Information like light. Living things. Information between neurons. Fast-breaking genetic information, information you'd be hard pressed to do without! Information you simply can't get anywhere else, at a vaIue no one can underprice.
Let's try this little test. Compare. A glass of the, leading competitor's product. Our product. You can see the difference. Now some people would say, "This glass is empty." But other people would say, "This glass hasn't been filled yet, but when it has, I'll like what's in it!" Those are the people we're looking for. The people who look on the bright side. The people who want to like things. And that's what life's all about, isn't it: liking?
You want to like as many things as you can. You want to have as many things as you can. It's natural. Everyone does. But not everyone feels that way. Some people don't want to like things. The people who aren't good enough to have them! People from unfurnished countries. People who have smudged skin. People who have sex with males. The people who want to ruin everything. They want the things you like, but they're not willing to do the work you need to have done to get them! When they do your work, and they get them. They just use them for their own purposes. But you don't. You don't say "my purposes." You say "our purposes." And who are we?
We're the Big People. The people who wear three-piece suits. The people with important eyebrows. The people with sticky voices like this, voices which soothe worried minds in a world in which everyone thinks their own thoughts. Wouldn't it be nice if everyone thought your thoughts? Because let's be honest. Sure you want to be unique. It's natural. Everyone does. But you also want to be right. Until now, that meant a lot of time-consuming prayer and back-breaking contemplation; put away that neocortical washboard: no more working your neurons to the bone! Thanks to us, what was once a reality can become a dream.
You see, we're old-fashioned. We want to go back to the old days, the days of white people, before women. The days of owning, and building, and having. Having things clean, and big, and smooth, and fast! Return with us now, won't you? To a world where people did whatever they wanted, and minded their own business. A world where everything had a purpose: yours. The world you meant to make, before the Negative People took over. The people who say no, and bad, and stop, and different, and small. The people who are negatives of you, and you know what color that is! The. people who want to start by tearing down, instead of starting like us, by building up! Who are we?
We're the Communication People. The people whose talk is strictly state-of-the-art technology. It's disposable. Reversable. Reusable with almost any brand of idea, including our deluxe line. Yours. Sound costly? Put away that semantic checkbook! Now communication can be yours for a fraction of what it cost Grandpa. Why clutter up your world with a lot of hard-to-percieve subtleties? You either like a thing or you don't. And in your case, it's the former. That's why we like you. And that's why we're always looking for quicker; easier ways to tell you so. Slogans. Jingles. Logos. Ways of reaching out and touching you, the way you want to be touched. Slightly. Who are we?
We're the Real People. The people who make you real. So real you can almost see yourself! More real than you've ever been before. But then, you've never been at all, before us. In fact, nothing has. And not even very much of that. Not even this sentence. Because when we say disposable, we could mean Just about anything! Who are we?
We're the Other People. The people other than you. People so other we're opposite, yet so people you'd never guess we weren't the real thing! People who are almost you, but couldn't quite make the pre-season cut. People who are a little more than you, because we make the things you know you ought to be making. Things like money. Revolution. Art. Love. Things the Negative People told you were more important than what you're making now. Us. People so other we're even other than each other. So other we're even other than ourselves: you. Because you're one of us. How do we know? Nowadays there's a little more involved than just counting the arms and legs, as Grandpa did in his day! Nowadays we're a little more scientific than that. But the original formula still remains the same: you see them; they make you; you join us.
Still skeptical? Try this simple test. Look at me now. Notice anything? Now you know how we feel. Separate. Gone. Repeated. Like you, only over again. We can't help noticing. In fact, we have an old saying: "Hi." Why do we say it? It's a tradition. Like I said, we're old fashioned. We don't much care why we do the things we do, just so long as they're the right things. Because even though the newer the better, deep down inside you know the new is wrong. It's different, so it could be a mistake. If it wasn't a mistake, then why didn't it happen before? You see, we don't really want to know what we're doing: we want to know what we're supposed to do.
That's why you're here. You take all the crazy things we do we can't even explain ourselves, and put a good, solid reason behind each and every one of them! Because you don't really care what happens: you want to know what's supposed to happen. And that's why we're here. Who are we?
We're you. You don't settle for less. You don't have to. You're you. We're nothing without you. And within you. And someday, you'll be nothing too. Don't you think it's time you said "hi"? Call now. You remember our number! Void where prohibited: everywhere! Hurry while the customer lasts. Supply is limited. In fact, we have an old saying: bye-bye.
*poking of TGRR removed*
Got a problem? Bring it to the Friendly People. People touching people. People rubbing against people. People developing the nuclear first-strike capability to incinerate people. Sound like a flash in the pan? lt's gotta be: you don't settle for less. You don't have to. You're you. And you've got needs bigger and more earth-shaking than your grandfather could've dreamed. How do we keep bringing them to you, year after year, bigger and better?
By using the technology of tomorrow on the consumers of today. The Now People. People on the go. Going from Smart Shopper to New Low Value in the time it takes to dial our number. And you know which one that is! Call now won't you? For more of what you've come to expect from us. Style. Mood. A certain dependable kind of image. An image of the way you'd like people to be. Passive. Pretty. White. As white as the complexion of our finest women, grown right here by our special process. As white as the hair of God, white as it was in life! As white as the blank sheet on which we write your mind. Who are we?
We're the Happy People. Happy to live in a world of images. Images of war. Family. Crime. Fun images, that help rinse away unsightly self-images, so you can get away from the privacy of your own home. After all, aren't you what everything's here for? You're what we're here for. That's why we made everything! That's why everything made you. And that's why you made us. Who are we?
We're the Money People. People who take your money. No more money hassling! But what about little Dickie, you sap What's little Dickie gonna do, when you're working late, and Wilma's minding the fort, and Sis is in and out? Put away those straps and buckles: Dickie's safe with us (He's even learning to speak again, our way.) Safe with the people who know what it is you want from a world. Simplicity. Reliability. A world you can go to, without worrying about whether your money is safe.
You know, when we first got into this business we didn't know much more than you. Like you, we thought there was a world out there: a world of value. A world that needed meaning. Love. Beauty. A world that needed a better product. Uh-uh. There's just you. And you want to know something. You want to know just exactly what it is you're suppposed to do. You don't care why, just so long as it's the right thing. lt's natural. Everyone wants to do the right thing. But sometimes it's hard to 'know just what the dght thing is. Let's say you're black. And you've just lost your arms and legs defending U.S. interests in Afghanistan. You come home, and get thrown in jail for life for beating up four white cops. You want to know: just exactly what is it l'm supposed to feel?, We can't give you all the answers. But we can help flesh out your fantasy that there are some. At our labs, we use only the finest homemade ingredients. Love. Children. God. And the purest blend of money your needs can buy, grown right here by our special process! A process in use since our first Mom and Pop operation. Who are we?
We're the Normal People. The most normal. people in the world. But not quite as normal as you. Why? You're unique. It's natural: everyone's unique. But you stand apart from the crowd: you're normal. Normal as a typical herd of Sea Cow. Normal as an exploding stellar nebula. Normal as the world in which we live. And what could be more normal than that? Certainly not the competition! How do we stay so far out in front of the pack? By building a racetrack-decoy ideology with the pick-up of a domestic, and the maneuverability of an import! Who are we?
We're the Information People. The people who provide you with the information you need, to help you through your busy day. Information about divorce. Inflation. Drug abuse. Information vital to your survival, because information is the most important part of our world. In fact, it's the only part. Information like light. Living things. Information between neurons. Fast-breaking genetic information, information you'd be hard pressed to do without! Information you simply can't get anywhere else, at a vaIue no one can underprice.
Let's try this little test. Compare. A glass of the, leading competitor's product. Our product. You can see the difference. Now some people would say, "This glass is empty." But other people would say, "This glass hasn't been filled yet, but when it has, I'll like what's in it!" Those are the people we're looking for. The people who look on the bright side. The people who want to like things. And that's what life's all about, isn't it: liking?
You want to like as many things as you can. You want to have as many things as you can. It's natural. Everyone does. But not everyone feels that way. Some people don't want to like things. The people who aren't good enough to have them! People from unfurnished countries. People who have smudged skin. People who have sex with males. The people who want to ruin everything. They want the things you like, but they're not willing to do the work you need to have done to get them! When they do your work, and they get them. They just use them for their own purposes. But you don't. You don't say "my purposes." You say "our purposes." And who are we?
We're the Big People. The people who wear three-piece suits. The people with important eyebrows. The people with sticky voices like this, voices which soothe worried minds in a world in which everyone thinks their own thoughts. Wouldn't it be nice if everyone thought your thoughts? Because let's be honest. Sure you want to be unique. It's natural. Everyone does. But you also want to be right. Until now, that meant a lot of time-consuming prayer and back-breaking contemplation; put away that neocortical washboard: no more working your neurons to the bone! Thanks to us, what was once a reality can become a dream.
You see, we're old-fashioned. We want to go back to the old days, the days of white people, before women. The days of owning, and building, and having. Having things clean, and big, and smooth, and fast! Return with us now, won't you? To a world where people did whatever they wanted, and minded their own business. A world where everything had a purpose: yours. The world you meant to make, before the Negative People took over. The people who say no, and bad, and stop, and different, and small. The people who are negatives of you, and you know what color that is! The. people who want to start by tearing down, instead of starting like us, by building up! Who are we?
We're the Communication People. The people whose talk is strictly state-of-the-art technology. It's disposable. Reversable. Reusable with almost any brand of idea, including our deluxe line. Yours. Sound costly? Put away that semantic checkbook! Now communication can be yours for a fraction of what it cost Grandpa. Why clutter up your world with a lot of hard-to-percieve subtleties? You either like a thing or you don't. And in your case, it's the former. That's why we like you. And that's why we're always looking for quicker; easier ways to tell you so. Slogans. Jingles. Logos. Ways of reaching out and touching you, the way you want to be touched. Slightly. Who are we?
We're the Real People. The people who make you real. So real you can almost see yourself! More real than you've ever been before. But then, you've never been at all, before us. In fact, nothing has. And not even very much of that. Not even this sentence. Because when we say disposable, we could mean Just about anything! Who are we?
We're the Other People. The people other than you. People so other we're opposite, yet so people you'd never guess we weren't the real thing! People who are almost you, but couldn't quite make the pre-season cut. People who are a little more than you, because we make the things you know you ought to be making. Things like money. Revolution. Art. Love. Things the Negative People told you were more important than what you're making now. Us. People so other we're even other than each other. So other we're even other than ourselves: you. Because you're one of us. How do we know? Nowadays there's a little more involved than just counting the arms and legs, as Grandpa did in his day! Nowadays we're a little more scientific than that. But the original formula still remains the same: you see them; they make you; you join us.
Still skeptical? Try this simple test. Look at me now. Notice anything? Now you know how we feel. Separate. Gone. Repeated. Like you, only over again. We can't help noticing. In fact, we have an old saying: "Hi." Why do we say it? It's a tradition. Like I said, we're old fashioned. We don't much care why we do the things we do, just so long as they're the right things. Because even though the newer the better, deep down inside you know the new is wrong. It's different, so it could be a mistake. If it wasn't a mistake, then why didn't it happen before? You see, we don't really want to know what we're doing: we want to know what we're supposed to do.
That's why you're here. You take all the crazy things we do we can't even explain ourselves, and put a good, solid reason behind each and every one of them! Because you don't really care what happens: you want to know what's supposed to happen. And that's why we're here. Who are we?
We're you. You don't settle for less. You don't have to. You're you. We're nothing without you. And within you. And someday, you'll be nothing too. Don't you think it's time you said "hi"? Call now. You remember our number! Void where prohibited: everywhere! Hurry while the customer lasts. Supply is limited. In fact, we have an old saying: bye-bye.
Got a problem? Bring it to the Friendly People. People touching people. People rubbing against people. People developing the nuclear first-strike capability to incinerate people. Sound like a flash in the pan? lt's gotta be: you don't settle for less. You don't have to. You're you. And you've got needs bigger and more earth-shaking than your grandfather could've dreamed. How do we keep bringing them to you, year after year, bigger and better?
By using the technology of tomorrow on the consumers of today. The Now People. People on the go. Going from Smart Shopper to New Low Value in the time it takes to dial our number. And you know which one that is! Call now won't you? For more of what you've come to expect from us. Style. Mood. A certain dependable kind of image. An image of the way you'd like people to be. Passive. Pretty. White. As white as the complexion of our finest women, grown right here by our special process. As white as the hair of God, white as it was in life! As white as the blank sheet on which we write your mind. Who are we?
We're the Happy People. Happy to live in a world of images. Images of war. Family. Crime. Fun images, that help rinse away unsightly self-images, so you can get away from the privacy of your own home. After all, aren't you what everything's here for? You're what we're here for. That's why we made everything! That's why everything made you. And that's why you made us. Who are we?
We're the Money People. People who take your money. No more money hassling! But what about little Dickie, you sap What's little Dickie gonna do, when you're working late, and Wilma's minding the fort, and Sis is in and out? Put away those straps and buckles: Dickie's safe with us (He's even learning to speak again, our way.) Safe with the people who know what it is you want from a world. Simplicity. Reliability. A world you can go to, without worrying about whether your money is safe.
You know, when we first got into this business we didn't know much more than you. Like you, we thought there was a world out there: a world of value. A world that needed meaning. Love. Beauty. A world that needed a better product. Uh-uh. There's just you. And you want to know something. You want to know just exactly what it is you're suppposed to do. You don't care why, just so long as it's the right thing. lt's natural. Everyone wants to do the right thing. But sometimes it's hard to 'know just what the dght thing is. Let's say you're black. And you've just lost your arms and legs defending U.S. interests in Afghanistan. You come home, and get thrown in jail for life for beating up four white cops. You want to know: just exactly what is it l'm supposed to feel?, We can't give you all the answers. But we can help flesh out your fantasy that there are some. At our labs, we use only the finest homemade ingredients. Love. Children. God. And the purest blend of money your needs can buy, grown right here by our special process! A process in use since our first Mom and Pop operation. Who are we?
We're the Normal People. The most normal. people in the world. But not quite as normal as you. Why? You're unique. It's natural: everyone's unique. But you stand apart from the crowd: you're normal. Normal as a typical herd of Sea Cow. Normal as an exploding stellar nebula. Normal as the world in which we live. And what could be more normal than that? Certainly not the competition! How do we stay so far out in front of the pack? By building a racetrack-decoy ideology with the pick-up of a domestic, and the maneuverability of an import! Who are we?
We're the Information People. The people who provide you with the information you need, to help you through your busy day. Information about divorce. Inflation. Drug abuse. Information vital to your survival, because information is the most important part of our world. In fact, it's the only part. Information like light. Living things. Information between neurons. Fast-breaking genetic information, information you'd be hard pressed to do without! Information you simply can't get anywhere else, at a vaIue no one can underprice.
Let's try this little test. Compare. A glass of the, leading competitor's product. Our product. You can see the difference. Now some people would say, "This glass is empty." But other people would say, "This glass hasn't been filled yet, but when it has, I'll like what's in it!" Those are the people we're looking for. The people who look on the bright side. The people who want to like things. And that's what life's all about, isn't it: liking?
You want to like as many things as you can. You want to have as many things as you can. It's natural. Everyone does. But not everyone feels that way. Some people don't want to like things. The people who aren't good enough to have them! People from unfurnished countries. People who have smudged skin. People who have sex with males. The people who want to ruin everything. They want the things you like, but they're not willing to do the work you need to have done to get them! When they do your work, and they get them. They just use them for their own purposes. But you don't. You don't say "my purposes." You say "our purposes." And who are we?
We're the Big People. The people who wear three-piece suits. The people with important eyebrows. The people with sticky voices like this, voices which soothe worried minds in a world in which everyone thinks their own thoughts. Wouldn't it be nice if everyone thought your thoughts? Because let's be honest. Sure you want to be unique. It's natural. Everyone does. But you also want to be right. Until now, that meant a lot of time-consuming prayer and back-breaking contemplation; put away that neocortical washboard: no more working your neurons to the bone! Thanks to us, what was once a reality can become a dream.
You see, we're old-fashioned. We want to go back to the old days, the days of white people, before women. The days of owning, and building, and having. Having things clean, and big, and smooth, and fast! Return with us now, won't you? To a world where people did whatever they wanted, and minded their own business. A world where everything had a purpose: yours. The world you meant to make, before the Negative People took over. The people who say no, and bad, and stop, and different, and small. The people who are negatives of you, and you know what color that is! The. people who want to start by tearing down, instead of starting like us, by building up! Who are we?
We're the Communication People. The people whose talk is strictly state-of-the-art technology. It's disposable. Reversable. Reusable with almost any brand of idea, including our deluxe line. Yours. Sound costly? Put away that semantic checkbook! Now communication can be yours for a fraction of what it cost Grandpa. Why clutter up your world with a lot of hard-to-percieve subtleties? You either like a thing or you don't. And in your case, it's the former. That's why we like you. And that's why we're always looking for quicker; easier ways to tell you so. Slogans. Jingles. Logos. Ways of reaching out and touching you, the way you want to be touched. Slightly. Who are we?
We're the Real People. The people who make you real. So real you can almost see yourself! More real than you've ever been before. But then, you've never been at all, before us. In fact, nothing has. And not even very much of that. Not even this sentence. Because when we say disposable, we could mean Just about anything! Who are we?
We're the Other People. The people other than you. People so other we're opposite, yet so people you'd never guess we weren't the real thing! People who are almost you, but couldn't quite make the pre-season cut. People who are a little more than you, because we make the things you know you ought to be making. Things like money. Revolution. Art. Love. Things the Negative People told you were more important than what you're making now. Us. People so other we're even other than each other. So other we're even other than ourselves: you. Because you're one of us. How do we know? Nowadays there's a little more involved than just counting the arms and legs, as Grandpa did in his day! Nowadays we're a little more scientific than that. But the original formula still remains the same: you see them; they make you; you join us.
Still skeptical? Try this simple test. Look at me now. Notice anything? Now you know how we feel. Separate. Gone. Repeated. Like you, only over again. We can't help noticing. In fact, we have an old saying: "Hi." Why do we say it? It's a tradition. Like I said, we're old fashioned. We don't much care why we do the things we do, just so long as they're the right things. Because even though the newer the better, deep down inside you know the new is wrong. It's different, so it could be a mistake. If it wasn't a mistake, then why didn't it happen before? You see, we don't really want to know what we're doing: we want to know what we're supposed to do.
That's why you're here. You take all the crazy things we do we can't even explain ourselves, and put a good, solid reason behind each and every one of them! Because you don't really care what happens: you want to know what's supposed to happen. And that's why we're here. Who are we?
We're you. You don't settle for less. You don't have to. You're you. We're nothing without you. And within you. And someday, you'll be nothing too. Don't you think it's time you said "hi"? Call now. You remember our number! Void where prohibited: everywhere! Hurry while the customer lasts. Supply is limited. In fact, we have an old saying: bye-bye.
I find the Concordia guy uneven . . . sometimes it's amusing, and sometimes it's just sad.
Quote from: Hoopla on September 11, 2007, 10:44:00 PM
I find the Concordia guy uneven . . . sometimes it's amusing, and sometimes it's just sad.
I find it to be boring and unoriginal. The whole "I'M SO DISCORDIAN THAT I AM FORCED TO PREY ON DISCORDIANS" bit was done with 3 years ago.
Granted, but this isn't just on this board; blogs have a wider field.
Somewhat.
If anyone reads them.
He did get Ivan Stang to reply to a post, so that's something.
Isn't it??
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on September 11, 2007, 10:45:25 PM
Quote from: Hoopla on September 11, 2007, 10:44:00 PM
I find the Concordia guy uneven . . . sometimes it's amusing, and sometimes it's just sad.
I find it to be boring and unoriginal. The whole "I'M SO DISCORDIAN THAT I AM FORCED TO PREY ON DISCORDIANS" bit was done with 3 years ago.
and done with alot more style and panache than the Concordia blog, I might add.
Quote from: Hoopla on September 11, 2007, 10:47:58 PM
He did get Ivan Stang to reply to a post, so that's something.
Not really. If you go to alt.slack and call him a "retread", he'll respond with 2 pages of unintentional hilarity, explaining to you why he "isn't automatically your friend", etc.
He has become what he always made fun of. :lulz:
And now he's hunting people down . . . yikes.
Quote from: Hoopla on September 12, 2007, 12:18:24 PM
And now he's hunting people down . . . yikes.
:lulz:
Link?
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on September 12, 2007, 08:38:22 AM
Quote from: Hoopla on September 11, 2007, 10:47:58 PM
He did get Ivan Stang to reply to a post, so that's something.
Not really. If you go to alt.slack and call him a "retread", he'll respond with 2 pages of unintentional hilarity, explaining to you why he "isn't automatically your friend", etc.
He has become what he always made fun of. :lulz:
I asked him about that and he claimed that he does it to fuck with people because too many SubG's started thinking of him as a leader.
I dunno, but I did enjoy poking through 6+gigs of SubG material.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on September 12, 2007, 12:25:49 PM
Quote from: Hoopla on September 12, 2007, 12:18:24 PM
And now he's hunting people down . . . yikes.
:lulz:
Link?
Oh, I meant the Concordia guy . . . I assume he didn't email Stang - but who knows??
Quote from: Ratatosk on September 12, 2007, 02:58:51 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on September 12, 2007, 08:38:22 AM
Quote from: Hoopla on September 11, 2007, 10:47:58 PM
He did get Ivan Stang to reply to a post, so that's something.
Not really. If you go to alt.slack and call him a "retread", he'll respond with 2 pages of unintentional hilarity, explaining to you why he "isn't automatically your friend", etc.
He has become what he always made fun of. :lulz:
I asked him about that and he claimed that he does it to fuck with people because too many SubG's started thinking of him as a leader.
I dunno, but I did enjoy poking through 6+gigs of SubG material.
Real deal is, he became "tragically hip". He's an ass in the buffoon sense of the word.
I think that happened to every low-end celeb who was treated to a guest appearance on Politically Incorrect.
Quote from: Hoopla on September 12, 2007, 11:43:58 PM
I think that happened to every low-end celeb who was treated to a guest appearance on Politically Incorrect.
Or who got to have an MTV spot.
Also isn't making excuses for being an asshole by saying you're tired of people looking up to you the same as making excuses for being an asshole by saying you're conducting a "sociological experiment"?
Wait, we need excuses now?
Quote from: Cain on September 13, 2007, 04:47:23 PM
Wait, we need excuses now?
(http://www.principiadiscordia.com/yoink.gif)
HA!
That was where I live, that was.
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/scotland/north_east/6907994.stm
DORITOS!
bump to remind everyone that apart from RAW, this blog is one of the few things likely to make people pro discordia
BTW I now think that blog was written by HOOPLA.
I'M CALLIN YOU OUT, HOOPS
I don't know if it's Hoops but I still think it's an inside job. Especially considering it was fairly easy to get him/her to come to a point of agreement with me in one of his blogs. I don't think a real Discordian-hater would ever concede anything, ever.
Quote from: Rev. What's-His-Name? on November 30, 2007, 02:05:39 PM
I don't know if it's Hoops but I still think it's an inside job. Especially considering it was fairly easy to get him/her to come to a point of agreement with me in one of his blogs. I don't think a real Discordian-hater would ever concede anything, ever.
I am strongly of the opinion that Concordia was never written by anyone other than a Discordian. The stuff seems like such a parody, I was surprised that so many people bit at the baiting. It could have been a regular here, or someone that lurked for a long time, or someone from another Discordian site (this group doesn't seem to win a whole lot of friends on the more "I'm OK, You're OK" Discordian sites :lulz:) or all three... I dunno. Definitely looked like a joke to me though.
I just played along because I was trying to figure out who it was. Alas, Sherlock Holmes, I am not.
Quote from: Rev. What's-His-Name? on November 30, 2007, 05:14:57 PM
I just played along because I was trying to figure out who it was. Alas, Sherlock Holmes, I am not.
just pick someone arbitrarily and accuse them of being behind the Concordia blog.
it's 100% fun.
I didn't pick Hoops "arbitrarily" BTW. It's totally him.
Quote from: Professor Cramulus on November 30, 2007, 05:16:32 PM
Quote from: Rev. What's-His-Name? on November 30, 2007, 05:14:57 PM
I just played along because I was trying to figure out who it was. Alas, Sherlock Holmes, I am not.
just pick someone arbitrarily and accuse them of being behind the Concordia blog.
it's 100% fun.
I didn't pick Hoops "arbitrarily" BTW. It's totally him.
I think it's you... I noticed a distinct lack of mustaches in the photos... how better to disguise yourself, PROFESSOR!
I also note that you have the same name as Sherlock Holmes arch-nemesis.
Did you mean Moriarty?
And, yes, obviously I am "Cen Sru" - who else could be so bizarrely surreal, while at the same time being so brilliantly flawed? However, I still put my money on LMNO. Or maybe Giggles.
ITS GODDAMN LAZ, TRYING TO BE FUNNY :argh!:
its cain.
No actually I believe that.
HOOPS You're off the hook
CAIN ....
since the Concordia guy wrote about Hoops in a recent entry, it seems a bit too obvious that it's him.
Cain, it's you.
GUYS I FIGURED IT OUT, IT'S CAIN
Quote from: Professor Cramulus on December 01, 2007, 01:19:35 AM
No actually I believe that.
HOOPS You're off the hook
CAIN ....
since the Concordia guy wrote about Hoops in a recent entry, it seems a bit too obvious that it's him.
Cain, it's you.
GUYS I FIGURED IT OUT, IT'S CAIN
Red herrings do you no good, Professor....
whoever it is, it's also a REPTILIAN AGENT.
abusing us with his mind cone troll.
waitaminute..
mind cone troll..
IT IS NIGEL!!!!
post that pic of yours already, Nigel, we'll solarize it and prove BEYOND A DOUBT (scientifically) THAT YOU ARE HIM!!!!
EVER WONDER WHY THOSE TINFOIL HATS ARE GENERALLY CONE SHAPED???
GOD HELP US ALL
Quote from: triple zero on December 01, 2007, 01:23:23 AM
whoever it is, it's also a REPTILIAN AGENT.
abusing us with his mind cone troll.
Oh God I lol'd.
WHAT LETTER IS MISSING FROM CONCORDIA? WAIT A MINUTE, IT IS MISSING THE E!
Fuck Jesis.
POST A GODDAMN PIC OF YOURSELF NIGEL
WE'RE GODDAMN ON TO YOU
I want to fight Nigel.
FIGHT!
FIGHT!
FIGHT!
I posted a pic of myself yesterday or the day before, in the other thread where the WOMP guy asked for one.
I am not actually very fun to fight.
Quote from: Nigel on December 02, 2007, 10:16:30 PM
I am not actually very fun to fight.
Well, we're about verify that.
FIGHT!
FIGHT!
FIGHT!
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on December 02, 2007, 10:17:07 PM
Quote from: Nigel on December 02, 2007, 10:16:30 PM
I am not actually very fun to fight.
Well, we're about verify that.
If you find fighting people who just give up and run away crying fun, I might be just your cup of tea!
http://discordiamovement.blogspot.com/ (http://discordiamovement.blogspot.com/)
Duh duh DUHHHHHHHHHH!!! (redux)
Quote from: HOOPLA! on June 19, 2008, 02:39:53 AM
http://discordiamovement.blogspot.com/ (http://discordiamovement.blogspot.com/)
Duh duh DUHHHHHHHHHH!!! (redux)
1) :lulz: :lulz: :lulz:
2) Hoopla, exactly how many blogs do you need?
23, obviously.
wow my first post ever in a discordian forum.
ive finally hit an all-time new low.
yeah i noticed how funny Chicken Salami's blog was. So I made a parody blog.
A parody of a parody.
Maybe someone should tell him. That way if he gets pissed, we'll know he's for real (you never know though, he might play along). If he doesn't, then it was an intentional parody (although it's hard telling anyway).
Either way he's a Discordian.
Hi There,
This is my 1st time here so I'm kinda looking around. Not sure if this is the place to post something like this? Just wanted to let You know how I found here (dunno if anyone cares but
I thought it was interesting.)
I was on http://www.dict.org/bin/Dict looking up the definitons for both Religion & Politics (long story that 1 :roll:) This is 1 of the definitions of both words listed there:
QuoteRELIGION, n. A daughter of Hope and Fear, explaining to Ignorance the nature of the Unknowable.
"What is your religion my son?" inquired the Archbishop of Rheims.
"Pardon, monseigneur," replied Rochebriant; "I am ashamed of it."
"Then why do you not become an atheist?"
"Impossible! I should be ashamed of atheism."
"In that case, monsieur, you should join the Protestants."
POLITICS, n. A strife of interests masquerading as a contest of principles. The conduct of public affairs for private advantage.
From THE DEVIL'S DICTIONARY ((C)1911 Released April 15 1993) :
Then at the same site they had
this listed under 1 of the defintions for Religion:
QuoteFrom Jargon File (4.3.1, 29 Jun 2001) :
Religion
Agnostic. Atheist. Non-observant Jewish. Neo-pagan. Very commonly, three
or more of these are combined in the same person. Conventional
faith-holding Christianity is rare though not unknown.
Even hackers who identify with a religious affiliation tend to be relaxed
about it, hostile to organized religion in general and all forms of
religious bigotry in particular. Many enjoy `parody' religions such as
Discordianism and the Church of the SubGenius.
Also, many hackers are influenced to varying degrees by Zen Buddhism or
(less commonly) Taoism, and blend them easily with their `native'
religions.
There is a definite strain of mystical, almost Gnostic sensibility that
shows up even among those hackers not actively involved with neo-paganism,
Discordianism, or Zen. Hacker folklore that pays homage to `wizards' and
speaks of incantations and demons has too much psychological truthfulness
about it to be entirely a joke.
That's how I got here.
Seems like an interesting place to be.
See Ya later!
Bye!
Honey
Hi Honey,
Be sure to check out the Think For Yourself, Schmuck! subforum, and the Black Iron Prison wiki.
Or Kill Me has some pretty good rants, as well.
The rest is just piles of compost from which ideas spring.