Say some random stranger walked up to you on the street, and asked you to kill your own child. Would you tell him to go fuck himself? What if he wore a fruity little crown, and lugged around a fruity little sceptre, and got the dopey people in society to call him "king"? What if he had superpowers? Say, he was General Zod? What if Zod had the fruity little crown? What if Zod were zapped with the "honey I shrunk the kids", ray, and stood as tall as the Jolly Green Giant? What if giant Zod had a Romulan cloak on his belt, so he could only be perceived as a booming voice from a cloud? What if giant invisible Zod slingshotted the sun, went back, and fucked your mom, and became your dad? What if he was really horny, and made himself everyone's dad? What if he changed the Z in his name to G? At what point does it become a-okay to go "duhhr, okay!", in response to this scenario? Not only a-okay, but laudable? Second question. Do you suppose Abraham had a bunch of sophisticated theological arguments and quantum-woo theories for listening to the big booming voice from the cloud? If not, did he need them? If not, why does anybody? Discuss.
Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. At the point where I realized you were going to have legitimate questions in this thread. No. No. Why does it bother you? My ass. J.
A better title would have been 'Raging insecurity of the day'. Were you raped by a priest or something?
Just trying to figure out how this line of reasoning works exactly. Could never quite get a fix on it.
Is the jerking off smiley really the one you want to use when talking about priest rape? Fuckin' pervert.
I had one of the hugest philly cheesesteaks I have ever seen in my life for lunch today! It was from a place in Tempe called Forefather's. It was great!
Dicky, I'll believe that the day Richard Dawkins finds wonderful enlightenment and peace with the Hare Krishna. J.
Hey, have you ever eaten at a place called Corleone's in Scottsdale? They have the best fucking chicken philly cheesesteak I have ever had. Great fries too. They've got a big screen on the wall that's always playing either a Rocky or Godfather movie. My schedule on my last two trips to Scottsdale were so busy that I didn't get to stop by either time. Broke my damn heart. If you're ever up near the hellhole police state that is Scottsdale, stop by and try it out. It's somewhere off of Frank Lloyd Wright and Hayden. Great place.
Yeah, cute, but that doesn't answer the question. Is there an answer, or is it just one of those things I just have to experience as a warm welling up in my colon?
I haven't been, but I'll have to check that out. North Scottsdale is a little far from my stomping grounds these days (I live in West Phx., work in South Chandler), but I'm willing to do the extra drive for a truly outstanding cheesesteak!
You sure do like to throw that title around... are you sure you're not projecting? Everyone knows how the biggest gay bashers tend to be closet homosexuals...
Let's just say that your motives are suspect, and as Christians we are cautioned against casting pearls before swine.
To be honest, I don't give a fuck what you experience in your colon. That's up to you. None of these people who believe such need your approval. You ask questions you have no intention of accepting answers from, at least not answers that you will agree with. This cycle will eventually repeat itself. Just accept that these people have a different culture than one you approve, and let it go. They're not killing their kids or your kids, so just let it go. J.
You're in luck! I've only been to the Scottsdale location, but I just checked the website and they've got a 16th Street location in downtown and one on Mill Ave. in Tempe. http://www.corleones.net/ If you get a chance to stop by, tell me what you think. I can't vouch for the whole menu, but the chicken philly is awesome.
Do you still think Roman Polanski should get away with drugging, raping, and sodomizing a 13 yo girl?
Definitely not. I believe he should punished in a manner that's pleasing to the victim, after which he should be barred from entering the United States for the rest of his life.
You know, you're almost certainly right. Sokar gets fucked by little boys, or at least he really, really wants to. When he can't find some eight year old boy to violate his rectum, Sokar just sits around with his thumb up his ass, which explains more about him than I want to understand. I guess all those times his mom went after him with the strap on really had an effect on him.
"The law" is arbitrary. A different decade, of a few hundred miles in another direction, "the law" can become something completely different. Justice is apparently subjective. I believe "justice" should mean compensating the victim and protecting society. You seem to believe "justice" means "revenge."