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The Kevlar Kandidate, Blowing in the Breeze

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  • I thought you were going to under-bus your governor for his FaceBook posting. The one in response to the SCROTUM decision that fell short of giving me legal cover to marry a horse. Chiefly due to those penguins being a bunch of hyper-conservatives and stuff.
    • ...cover to marry a horse

      The same dead one you're still beating?

      • I cannot admit this until the bar has been lowered below necrophilia.
        • Yes, well, you can stop regurgitating that old tripe at your convenience. The only thing being lowered is your own credibility. You are just being a damned fool, marry a horse..marry a horse..marry a horse... Marcia Marcia Marcia! Like a little brat on a what now, 6 year tantrum. It has become nothing but a big troll marathon, but sorry, your (and d_r's) little clown car are only push carts compared to the one you try to emulate. You don't even come up with anything original. You just read Glenn Beck/Pat Ro

          • >nothing but a big troll marathon

            Well, the good news about the decadence is that it isn't sustainable.
            • Absolutely! The decadence of moral prejudice and bigotry took another step closer to the abyss. Rejoice!

              • Morality is wholly positive; prejudice, negative. Thus, I deem "moral prejudice" an oxymoron.
                Morality is fertilizer for the soul. Amorality is nihilism. As C.S. Lewis answered your piffle: “Atheism turns out to be too simple. If the whole universe has no meaning, we should never have found out that it has no meaning"
                • Morality is wholly positive; prejudice, negative.

                  Then why do you prejudge me so often?

                  Thus, I deem "moral prejudice" an oxymoron.

                  I would then expect you to be ashamed of your immorality in how often you prejudge around here.

                  • I mean, of course I'm ashamed of my sin. As for you, personally: you blew up the benefit of the doubt long ago. Nothing about morality requires I be a doormat, and I've stood falsely accused enough by you that I always figure that you're setting me up.
                    Sure, I forgive you. For the past. But the idea that I have some "moral kick-me" in place is specious. Pre-judging you? Only of being human, sir.
                    • Pre-judging you? Only of being human, sir.

                      You prejudge me on a lot more than that. A large portion of your messages are dedicated to what you assume to be true about me, and many messages that come after them are dedicated to either you trying to hold to those assumptions in spite of reality or trying to set up little "gotchas" in the hopes of finding flimsy support for your assumptions.

                      In fact it is rare that you write a comment about me or in reply to me that does not prejudge me.

                    • Zombie reactionaries, him with the democrats [slashdot.org], you with your religion of Reagan... The topic of sincerity is hardly relevant when primitive tribal zealotry dominates and the cortex recuses itself and the brain stem does all the talking.

                    • You're going to have to instruct me how I'm supposed to feel about this accusation, because I'm all Rhett Butler here.
                    • you with your religion of Reagan...

                      I find out more about my theology through you and d_r than pretty much anyone else. Thanks, gents. Both of you stay lovely.

                    • I find out more about my theology through you and d_r than pretty much anyone else.

                      Well, there ya go! Lack of introspection. You don't want to see for yourself.

                    • I love you, man.
                • You have yet to prove the intrinsic necessity of 'meaning' (or the negativity of nihilism for that matter). The universe does fine without it. It is nothing but a desire of man in search of affirmation (daddy love me). It is a side effect of perceived loneliness, similar to the effects of sensory deprivation, wondering why your god doesn't answer. You're *looking for a sign*, everywhere but within. And your *too simple* ruse still doesn't fly. It's just your facade of superiority, the same old defense mecha

      • Dammit, beat me to to it. I cannot wait for the day when conservatives understand the concept of consent.
        • Well, trolling is a form of art [slashdot.org], isn't it? Of course I am an easy target... not being smart enough to single people out and all.

        • Oh, I guess the fact that the unborn life can't consent to its murder makes it OK?
          My point being, once you've made pleasure the only guide, arbitrary rationalizations are simply a matter of creativity. No one's responsible for anything, least of all their own behavior. Huxley uber-goober.
          • Oh, I guess the fact that the unborn life can't consent to its murder makes it OK?

            Call me when a fetus can pass a Turing test then we'll talk. We don't have differing moralities on this, just different definitions, and you treating it the other way like there is no alternative is, at best, an argument in bad faith.

            My point being, once you've made pleasure the only guide

            Once again, as an actual hedonist, I'm offended that you think any of this has anything to do with it. Maybe in your world, whe
    • You wandered away from the Official Narrative, there smitty. We all know it's about marrying a box turtle [urbandictionary.com]. I won't tell anyone about your faux pas, but you might end up in a re-education camp regardless.

      Though even if you are moving up into warm-blooded vertebrates, you are still placing a homosexual human as being of equal worth to a horse. Perhaps the important question to ask then is whether you see a horse as being worth more or less than 3/5ths of a hetersexual human.

      And the kevlar kandidate

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