>> ^AnimalsForCrackers:
"Faith in your spouse? He / She will let you down. Faith in medicine? Still going to die (Albeit a bit older.) Faith in that condom? Ouch, child support! Cancer patient with faith? Going to take you longer and cause you more pain---enjoy your brutal, faithful death!"
WHOOOOOOOOOOOSH! These arguments aren't new or clever, I'm afraid. False equivalence much? There is usually a preponderance of evidence to base your conclusions on in every one of your examples, unlike god belief. Hedge your bets accordingly.
You sound more like an apologetic faitheist than an atheist from where I'm standing.


I have no doubt that god exists---but not litterally. He is a concept that is born of NATURAL human design. He is no more real to me than your ability to allow someone to take a center and respecting side in an argument.

I am simply sick of the high-and-mighty and sometimes stupid beliefs of some of my brethern. Seriously, don't make me look like a ass-hat simply because of your nearly faith-induced lack of beliefs. That's all I ask! (I am speaking in general and not to you.)

My ideas are not new but they are correct. No matter how many times you say "WHOOOOSH" or "false equivalence" that does not change anything. You could argue about the level of faith and such, that is fine. We probably would agree on that issue (That some faiths are harder to reckon as sane than others.) You say a preponderance of evidence in all my examples? Seriously? You must not be dying of cancer yourself (I am not,) because the preponderance is against the patient. If you were in my Army unit, the preponderance of evidence would be against you---your wife would probably cheat. Preponderance of evidence is not needed in faith!

In fact, my mother always let me down yet there I stood, a boy with faith... Knowing what the next lie would be, knowing she would be late to pick me up again, knowing she would attempt to shove religion down my throat at the cost of my own sanity... There I stood, faithful, until she disproved my faith and I no longer needed it. Now I am logical to a tee, and that is not necessarily a good thing.

But instead of a well thought out argument, you judge me and prove my point. Sorry all, I don't believe God exists as more than a concept. Sorry too, I don't believe religion is to blame for all mankind's woes. Thanks, goodnight.

You're not believing hard enough.>> ^Gimpy60194:

WATER REPELLENT DOES NOT WORK LIKE THAT!! GOODNIGHT!

WATER REPELLENT DOES NOT WORK LIKE THAT!! GOODNIGHT!

>> ^NordlichReiter:

I would have just let him run around until he was tired.


That might cut into commercial time, that'll upset the corporations. Plus what if you get a KENYAN one day...say goodnight for the next 4 and a half hours.

ISLANDS DO NOT WORK THAT WAY! GOODNIGHT!

Time to put a bullet in the brain of this dying horse. Received word from Buttholeistan- apparently Kulpims died of that paper-cut I mentioned. His passing will be mourned by exactly nobody. His corpse was cremated, but unfortunately the undertaker got a whiff of the smoke and died immediately of a drug overdose.

Thanks to all those who participated in this wake, and to those who came and only voted on the comments without posting one themselves, I raise my middle finger in salute.

GOODNIGHT EVERYONE!

*unsticky

It was my pleasure...what a wonderful find..thank you Issy...:)

In reply to this comment by Issykitty:
Thank you so much for getting Goodnight Moon outta pqueue purgatory!

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*promote

Thank you so much for getting Goodnight Moon outta pqueue purgatory!

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*promote

>> ^Payback:
>> ^furrycloud:
>> ^alizarin:
Give it time. He'll end up hydroplaning into the wall eventually if he doesn't crack his engine block from water spray first.

Hydroplaning does not work like that! Goodnight!!

Yeah, it does. Hydroplaning is where your tire "floats" along the surface of the water on the road. Your tires no longer have any grip on the road. It gets you into a skid, which on wet pavement is unlikely to end well. Many people have hit walls and other objects due to hyrdroplaning.
I think you are mixing up hydroplaning and plowing. Plowing through a puddle merely slows you down, hydroplaning skips across the top of the puddle.


Oh trust me, I know about hydroplaning. Refer to this video for more information: http://www.videosift.com/video/Futurama-Wind-mills-do-not-work-that-way-Goodnight

>> ^furrycloud:
>> ^alizarin:
Give it time. He'll end up hydroplaning into the wall eventually if he doesn't crack his engine block from water spray first.

Hydroplaning does not work like that! Goodnight!!


Guess you've never seen someone wrap themselves around a tree after trying something stupid like that. Yeah well, assholes and *douchebags get their own special kind of justice in time. Besides, you can crack an engine block with enough water when it's hot. We used to do it in highschool for fun.

>> ^furrycloud:
>> ^alizarin:
Give it time. He'll end up hydroplaning into the wall eventually if he doesn't crack his engine block from water spray first.

Hydroplaning does not work like that! Goodnight!!


A meme is born...?

>> ^furrycloud:
>> ^alizarin:
Give it time. He'll end up hydroplaning into the wall eventually if he doesn't crack his engine block from water spray first.

Hydroplaning does not work like that! Goodnight!!


Yeah, it does. Hydroplaning is where your tire "floats" along the surface of the water on the road. Your tires no longer have any grip on the road. It gets you into a skid, which on wet pavement is unlikely to end well. Many people have hit walls and other objects due to hyrdroplaning.

I think you are mixing up hydroplaning and plowing. Plowing through a puddle merely slows you down, hydroplaning skips across the top of the puddle.

>> ^alizarin:
Give it time. He'll end up hydroplaning into the wall eventually if he doesn't crack his engine block from water spray first.


Hydroplaning does not work like that! Goodnight!!

Wasted and wounded, it ain't what the moon did
I've got what I paid for now
see ya tomorrow, hey Frank, can I borrow
a couple of bucks from you, to go
Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda, you'll go waltzing
Matilda with me

I'm an innocent victim of a blinded alley
and I'm tired of all these soldiers here
no one speaks English, and everything's broken
and my Stacys are soaking wet
to go waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda, you'll go waltzing Matilda with me

now the dogs are barking
and the taxi cab's parking
a lot they can do for me
I begged you to stab me
you tore my shirt open
and I'm down on my knees tonight
Old Bushmill's I staggered, you buried the dagger in
your silhouette window light to go
waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda, you'll go waltzing
Matilda with me

now I lost my Saint Christopher now that I've kissed her and the one-armed bandit knows, and the maverick Chinamen, and the cold-blooded signs
and the girls down by the strip-tease shows go
waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda, you'll go waltzing Matilda with me

no, I don't want your sympathy, the fugitives say that the streets aren't for dreaming now
manslaughter dragnets and the ghosts that sell memories
they want a piece of the action anyhow go
waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda, you'll go waltzing Matilda with me

and you can ask any sailor, and the keys from the jailor
and the old men in wheelchairs know
that Matilda's the defendant, she killed about a hundred
and she follows wherever you may go
waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda, you'll go waltzing
Matilda with me

and it's a battered old suitcase to a hotel someplace
and a wound that will never heal
no prima donna, the perfume is on
an old shirt that is stained with blood and whiskey
and goodnight to the street sweepers
the night watchman flame keepers
and goodnight to Matilda too

Wasted and wounded, it ain't what the moon did
I've got what I paid for now
see ya tomorrow, hey Frank, can I borrow
a couple of bucks from you, to go
Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda, you'll go waltzing
Matilda with me

I'm an innocent victim of a blinded alley
and I'm tired of all these soldiers here
no one speaks English, and everything's broken
and my Stacys are soaking wet
to go waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda, you'll go waltzing Matilda with me

now the dogs are barking
and the taxi cab's parking
a lot they can do for me
I begged you to stab me
you tore my shirt open
and I'm down on my knees tonight
Old Bushmill's I staggered, you buried the dagger in
your silhouette window light to go
waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda, you'll go waltzing
Matilda with me

now I lost my Saint Christopher now that I've kissed her and the one-armed bandit knows, and the maverick Chinamen, and the cold-blooded signs
and the girls down by the strip-tease shows go
waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda, you'll go waltzing Matilda with me

no, I don't want your sympathy, the fugitives say that the streets aren't for dreaming now
manslaughter dragnets and the ghosts that sell memories
they want a piece of the action anyhow go
waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda, you'll go waltzing Matilda with me

and you can ask any sailor, and the keys from the jailor
and the old men in wheelchairs know
that Matilda's the defendant, she killed about a hundred
and she follows wherever you may go
waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda, you'll go waltzing
Matilda with me

and it's a battered old suitcase to a hotel someplace
and a wound that will never heal
no prima donna, the perfume is on
an old shirt that is stained with blood and whiskey
and goodnight to the street sweepers
the night watchman flame keepers
and goodnight to Matilda too