Does God Almighty have pets, or parents, or bowels? How does He smell? Does He have a mobile home? Does He have genitals? [from Arts & Letters Daily]
Of course, trying to discern the attributes and nature of a deity can be frustrating - see HOW TO DISCOVER EVERYTHING ABOUT DEITIES for help here. And see the RULES OF GODHOOD for hints on handling your own divinity.
Well it's not really home, just a temporary rental residence, but the mini-vacation in Yosemite is over, I'm back, and who knows what will happen next?
I should note that the journey was focused on a certain Easter event, and that the word Easter is derived from the name of the fertility goddess Ishtar; thus the eggs, bunnies, phallic roods, and other symbols of fecundity that are associated with this Vernal Equinox celebration. Go forth and fuck and be plentiful, y'all.
And I'm reminded that last Easter we were in a very different place, the Amalfi Coast below Naples, Italy. Beautiful place. Gotta go back. Soon. Soonest.
I'm a little venus flytrap
I'm a little insect-eater
I could almost be a Frenchman
I'm a happy carnivore
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No-one questions flytrap morals
No-one tells me to go vegan
No-one tries to feed me tofu
I'm no vegetarian
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I'm a little venus flytrap
Feel my muscles, feel my teeth
Feel my strong digestive juices
Feed me some raw beef (beef beef)
My complaint about Pres. George W. Bush
I feel obligated to say something about Pres. George W. Bush, because, as the Talmud says, "Silence is akin to assent." If you disagree with my claim that Pres. Bush draws contemptuous evil-doers to him like rats to the Pied Piper of Hamelin, then read no further. The first lies that he told us were relatively benign. Still, they have been progressing. And they will continue to progress until there is no more truth; Pres. Bush's lies will grow until they blot out the sun. His stratagems represent a backward step of hundreds of years, a backward step into a chasm with no bottom save the endless darkness of death. The significance of this is that I'm not writing this letter for your entertainment. I'm not even writing it for your education. I'm writing it for our very survival.
By refusing to act, by refusing to reveal the truth about Pres. Bush's zingers, we are giving Pres. Bush the power to obfuscate the issue so that one can't see what ought to be entirely obvious to all. Maybe it's not fair to call his allies "morally questionable" just because they provide cover for a grotesque, antihumanist agenda, but remember that he accepts superstition for science, hokum and magic for medicine, monotone chanting for music, and lethargic passivity in lieu of discovery and inquiry, so to speak. I claim I am not alone when I say that time cannot change Pres. Bush's behavior. Time merely enlarges the field in which Pres. Bush can, with ever-increasing intensity and thoroughness, gag the innocent accused from protesting commercialism-motivated prosecutions.
Because of his eagerness to participate in riots, if Pres. Bush had done his homework, he'd know that it takes more than a mass of sex-crazed utopians to fight scurrility and slander. It takes a great many thoughtful and semi-thoughtful people who are willing to provide people the wherewithal to step back and consider the problem of his perorations in the larger picture of popular culture imagery. In purely political terms, he hates it when you say that animalism is the principal ingredient in the ideological flypaper he uses to attract the most feckless swaggerers I've ever seen into his camp. He really hates it when you say that. Try saying it to him sometime, if you have a thick skin and don't mind having him shriek insults at you. Pres. Bush can't possibly believe that he defends the real needs of the working class. He's stupid, but he's not that stupid. Show me where it says he has the right to steal our birthrights. Finally, any mistakes in this letter are strictly my fault. But if you find any factual error or have more updated information on the subject of Pres. George W. Bush, Pres. Bush-inspired versions of racialism, etc., please tell me, so I can write an even stronger letter next time.
& Indian UFOs & Deface The (P)resident & cracking wireless & no religion & US Army coloring book & Egyptian UFOs & the Pope on Coke & human virus scanner
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From: "jeff mann" [jeff_mann@usa.net]
Subject: French assault in Afghanistan
This looks like the most fearsome operation to come down the pike yet....
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French Intellectuals to be Deployed in Afghanistan to Convince Taliban of
Non-Existence of God
The ground war in Afghanistan heated up yesterday when the Allies revealed
plans to airdrop a platoon of crack French existentialist philosophers into
the country to destroy the morale of Taleban zealots by proving the
nonexistence of God. Elements from the feared Jean-Paul Sartre Brigade, or
'Black Berets', will be parachuted into the combat zones to spread doubt,
despondency and existential anomie among the enemy.
Hardened by numerous intellectual battles fought during their long
occupation of Paris's Left Bank, their first action will be to establish a
number of pavement cafes at strategic points near the front lines. There
they will drink coffee and talk animatedly about the absurd nature of life
and man's lonely isolation in the universe. They will be accompanied by a
number of heartbreakingly beautiful girlfriends who will further spread
dismay by sticking their tongues in the philosophers' ears every five
minutes and looking remote and unattainable to everyone else.
Their leader, Colonel Marc-Ange Belmondo, spoke yesterday of his confidence
in the success of their mission. Sorbonne graduate Belmondo, a very intense
and unshaven young man in a black pullover, gesticulated wildly and said,
"The Taliban are caught in a logical fallacy of the most ridiculous. There
is no God and I can prove it. Take your tongue out of my ear, Juliet, I am
talking."
Marc-Ange plans to deliver an impassioned thesis on man's nauseating freedom
of action with special reference to the work of Foucault and the films of
Alfred Hitchcock. However, humanitarian agencies have been quick to condemn
the operation as inhumane, pointing out that the effects of passive smoking
from the Frenchmens' endless Gitanes could wreak a terrible toll on
civilians in the area.
Speculation was mounting last night that Britain may also contribute to the
effort by dropping Professor Stephen Hawking into Afghanistan to propagate
his non-deistic theory of the creation of the universe.
This is only one of several Psy-Ops operations mounted by the Allies to
undermine the unswerving religious fanaticism that fuels the Taliban's
fighting spirit. Pentagon sources have recently confirmed rumours that
America has already sent in a 200-foot-tall robot Jesus, which roams the
Taliban front lines glowing eerily and shooting flames out of its fingers
while saying, "I am the way, the truth, and the life. Follow me or die."
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From: "nurhak" [nurhakn@yahoo.com]
To: [ric@sonic.net]
Sent: Monday, March 13, 2000 12:44 PM
Subject: Medicine of death was found it is as near as one click
OH THINKER! Where is Your source? Who are You? why are You here? What is Your aim? Where is Your destination? Why does nature so nice? If you are looking for meaning of life, if you are looking for real happiness, please do not ignore and follow the Truth. Its as near as one click to you. If a person doesn't know reason of life,then he can not find medicine of death.
If you are looking for meaning of life, if you are looking for real happiness, please do not ignore and follow the Truth. Its as near as one click to you. If a person doesn't know reason of life,then he can not find medicine of death. http://www.harunyahya.com/miracles_of_the_quran_01.php Scientificial miracles of Qur'an. It tells about some just known scientific facts which are already mentioned in Quran which was sent down 14 centuries
ago. http://www.sozler.com.tr/risnur/words/default.htm This is about belief, proofs of existance of God (C.C) http://www.harunyahya.com What does science tell about God? http://www.evolutiondeceit.com Scientific approach to evolution. Does our aim only to fight? Please do not ignore, if you are a Thinker who is looking for real. This call is maybe last chance for you. There is one click distance between you and meaning of life. You don't know how many days you will have more. And this is not advertisement to earn money. To do my duty. The Tenth Word Resurrection and the Hereafter.
NOTE [The reasons for my writing these treatises in the form of metaphors, comparisons and stories are to facilitate comprehension and to show how rational, appropriate, well-founded and coherent are the truths of Islam. The meaning of the stories is contained in the truths that conclude them; each story is like an allusion pointing to its concluding truth. Therefore, they are not mere fictitious tales, but veritable truths.]
In the Name of God, the Compassionate, the Merciful. Look, then, to the signs of God's mercy - how He restores life to the earth after its death - verily He it is Who quickens the dead, for He is powerful over all things. 1...Brot...f resurrection and the hereafter in simple and common language, in a straightforward style, then listen to the following comparison, together with my own soul.
Once two men were travelling through a land as beautiful as Paradise (by that land, we intend the world). Looking around them, they saw that everyone had left open the door of his home and his shop and was not paying attention to guarding it. Money and property were readily accessible, without anyone to claim them. One of the two travellers grasped hold of all that he fancied, stealing it and usurping it. Following his inclinations, he committed every kind of injustice and abomination. None of the people of that land moved to stop him.
But his friend said to him: "What are you doing? You will be punished, and I will be dragged into misfortune along with you. All this property belongs to the state. The people of this land, including even the children, are all soldiers or government servants. It is because they are at present civilians that they are not interfering with you. But the laws here are strict. The king has installed telephones everywhere and his agents are everywhere. Go quickly, and try to settle the matter."
But the empty-headed man said in his obstinacy: "No, it is not state property; it belongs instead to some endowment, and has no clear or obvious owner. Everyone can make use of it as he sees fit. I see no reason to deny myself the use of these fine things. I will not believe they belong to anyone unless I see him with my own eyes." He continued to speak in this way, with much philosophical sophistry, and an earnest discussion took place between them.
First the empty-headed man said: "Who is the king here? I can't see him," and then his friend replied: "Every village must have its headman; every needle must have its manufacturer and craftsman. And, as you know, every letter must be written by someone. How, then, can it be that so extremely well-ordered a kingdom should have no ruler? And how can so much wealth have no owner, when every h...ts, as if coming from the realm of the unseen? And all the announcements and proclamations, all the seals and stamps, found on all those goods, all
the coins and the flags waving in every corner of the kingdom - can they be without an owner? It seems you have studied foreign languages a little, and are unable to read this Islamic script. In addition, you refuse to ask those who are able to read it. Come now, let me read to you the king's supreme decree."
The empty-headed man then retorted: "Well, let us suppose there is a king; what harm can he suffer from the minute use I am making of all his wealth? Will his treasury decrease on account of it? In any event, I can see nothing here resembling prison or punishment."
His friend replied: "This land that you see is a manoeuvering ground. It is, in addition, an exhibition of his wonderful royal arts. Then again it may be regarded as a temporary hospice, one devoid of foundations. Do you not see that every day one caravan arrives as another departs and vanishes? It is being constantly emptied and filled. Soon the whole land will be changed; its inhabitants will depart for another and more lasting realm. There everyone will be either rewarded or punished in accordance with his services."
That treacherous empty-headed one retorted rebelliously: "I don't believe it. Is it at all possible that a whole land should perish, and be transferred to another realm?"
His faithful friend then replied: "Since you are so obstinate and rebellious, come, let me demonstrate to you, with twelve out of the innumerable proofs available, that there is a Supreme Tribunal, a realm of reward and generosity and a realm of punishment and incarceration, and that just as this world is partially emptied every day, so too a day shall come when it will be totally emptied and destroyed. o First Aspect: Is it at all possible that in any kingdom, and particularly so splendid a kingdom as this, there should be no reward for those who serve obediently and no punishment for those who rebel? Reward and punishment are virtually non-existent here; there must therefore be a Supreme Tribunal somewhere else. ...........
My name is Marvin Dribble and they love me in New York
It's Dribble this and Dribble that and "Dribble, have a smoke"
It's Dribble here and Dribble there and Dribble everywhere
So many guys shout "Dribble" that you'd almost think I'm queer
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I'm Dribble on the subway and I'm Dribble on the boat
I'm Dribble in a whisper and I'm Dribble at a shout
It's Dribble on everybody's lips and Dribble in their dreams
Yes, everywhere it's Dribble, and it's Dribble that I am
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I'm tired of the attention, it's making me so nervous
It's Dribble on the radio and it's Dribble up their noses
You'd think that I was beautiful, you'd think I was important
It's funny, because all I did was eat the President
Six weeks. That's how long til the next (and last) vacation is scheduled. Maybe another spin out to Area 51 for some night-sky watching -- although with all the aerial action now ensuing & impending in Southwest Asia, I don't know how much training will be going on over Nellis then. Might be dull. Sigh...
Meanwhile, I'e been busy the last couple days, rewriting many (MANY!) of my songs at MyMusic.Da.Ru, taking some of the more truncated ones and fleshing'em out to be more, well, songlike. Yah, I'll start taping them Real Soon Now...
OK, I've got the SkeptiPitas pages fixed a bit, rational, revised, orderly. VE VILL NOT TOLERATE DISORDER, NEIN! SkeptiNews will contain all the SkeptiNews and other bulletins and odd sightings. SkeptiLog here will contain my personal haps/thoughts, and meta-notes about other Skepti and OTRS pages, including the GO! (games, guides, journals) and MyMusic.Da.Ru (music & song) subsites. SkeptiCon remains the page for useful links. I still have to fix the address bars to reflect the new reality, but that should be done in a couple days -- unless some other aspect of mundane life intrudes. Yow.
She cleaned her weapon, wiping it down
She cleaned her weapon, the barracks were cozy
She cleaned her weapon, no rockets today
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She cleaned her weapon, the radio playing
She cleaned her weapon, electric blues
She cleaned her weapon, wiped the fingerprints
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She cleaned her weapon, and thought of her boyfriend
She cleaned her weapon, and thought of her mission
She cleaned her weapon, and sweated a little
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She cleaned her weapon, and drank a beer
Sorted her kit, stretched and yawned
Wondered who she'd kill tomorrow
For those of who who haven't already been made privy to the news, here's the latest: The quest for a new home is near an end. The property was purchased many months ago (near Volcano, California in Amador County, the Sierra foothills. It was a real deal. The search for the right modular house occupied many more months, but was finally narrowed down to a single supplier. The contract for that house was signed last weekend, and it should be completed in a couple months. The relocation from Forestville to Santa Rosa (temporary home) to Volcano should be complete by the end of June 2002. At least, that's the current fantasy...
Then, a few more months of durance vile. Then, travel. Around North America at first; later, the rest of the world. Just need some more portable electronic devices for staying in contact with civilization, eh? Yup.
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