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RE: History Repeats Itself
August 11, 2015 at 11:58 pm
Damn dude. Not to derail, but I did not see that coming.
I can't remember where this verse is from, I think it got removed from canon:
"I don't hang around with mostly men because I'm gay. It's because men are better than women. Better trained, better equipped...better. Just better! I'm not gay."
For context, this is the previous verse:
"Hi Jesus" -robvalue
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RE: History Repeats Itself
August 12, 2015 at 2:45 am
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I don't trust this.
*pokes kingpin with a stick* ಠ_ಠ
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RE: History Repeats Itself
August 12, 2015 at 3:18 am
(August 12, 2015 at 2:45 am)Neimenovic Wrote: I don't trust this.
*pokes kingpin with a stick* ಠ_ಠ
Vic, did it feel like straw?
You guys do know that 67.9% of axe murderers seem like nice wholesome family guys who are religious and usually have between 4-6 kids. just saying...?
No God, No fear.
Know God, Know fear.
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RE: History Repeats Itself
August 12, 2015 at 4:52 am
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(August 11, 2015 at 11:54 pm)Exian Wrote: What the hell? A smart, likable,....creationist? I don't get.
Cognitive dissonance and compartmentalization. Smart people are often skilled in mental gymnastics.
As for the "likable" part - as a misanthrope, I wouldn't know...
"The fact that a believer is happier than a skeptic is no more to the point than the fact that a drunken man is happier than a sober one." - George Bernard Shaw
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RE: History Repeats Itself
August 13, 2015 at 3:55 am
(August 11, 2015 at 10:46 pm)lkingpinl Wrote: That wasn't your question.
and which brand of creationist are you?
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.