Dan Rowden wrote:
Oh, and did I mention that I also find insulting and offensive any instance at any time of anyone being ahead of me on points in Scrabble.
What if they are ahead on pints?
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Ducky M |
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Dan Rowden wrote: What if they are ahead on pints? |
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Philosophaster |
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I see that Ducky still has quite a case of teetotaler's self-righteousness.
History is a graveyard of aristocracies. - Vilfredo Pareto
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Ducky M |
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DavidHenryGF wrote: That clinches it! Monsieur Henry is a Jew! |
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Laird Shaw |
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Now that is an insult, Ducky.
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Ducky M |
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Philosophaster wrote: Whatever. |
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vinny the hack |
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Laird Shaw wrote: Maybe repeating myself to you, Laird, will have a bigger effect than when I repeated several times to DH that I am on the Palestinian side. I ask you
again, Laird. If my repetition carried no wait with DH, why should his (potential--we haven't heard one, yet) denial of willingness to join the Nazis if it
were possible, carry any weight with me/you/anyone?
You're not drunk if you can lie on the floor without holding on. --Dean Martin
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Dan Rowden |
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A denial of the "official" story of the Holocaust ought never be of itself cause to align anyone with Nazism anymore than denying the official story
of 9/11 ought cause one to be aligned with Muslim terrorists. I personally don't strictly believe the Holocaust story as it is commonly
presented. That a "holocaust" of some measure took place is certainly undeniable. The 6 million figure is a long standing piece of Zionist
prophesy and I can't take it seriously. In my view most Jews in concentration camps died of typhus and starvation/neglect, many were outright executed and
many fell victim to various forms of experimentation. Many people other than Jews suffered this same fate yet we tend to forget them, and Zionists never seem
to care about even recognizing them. I reject the notion of the systematic gassing and incineration of Jews because they were Jews. For a nation
struggling to fight a war on numerous fronts the logistics of that are absurd. The Germans were callous, but they weren't entirely stupid. Indeed, right
up till 1945 the Germans were still trying to arrange the expatriation of Jews. The guilt for that never happening can be laid at a number of national and
individual feet, Zionists included.
WW2 was a litany of holocausts, including such things as Dresden. The Soviets lost in excess of 11 million civilians, Indonesia 4 million, China 16 million. Holocausts everywhere. War is holocaust and ought never be tolerated for other than purely defensive reasons. Sadly, this lesson has yet to be learned, ironically even by those who support the Zionist agenda. Humans deserve themselves, frankly. |
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Laird Shaw |
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Perhaps because you and I (and others) are more willing to listen to and accept the self-reflection of other people than DH is. |
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vinny the hack |
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Laird Shaw wrote: Wow. You're good.
You're not drunk if you can lie on the floor without holding on. --Dean Martin
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wannabealot |
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Laird Shaw wrote: Getting to the technicalities of definitions that would not be an insult, but it might be quite rude. The word "might" asks if it was
intentionally offensive, of if Betty is of a mind like these people (in which case it might actually be a compliment).
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Dan Rowden |
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For some reason I have an instinctive fear of clicking that link. Anyway, re: insults, it seems to me that an unembellished statement usually contains some
measurable truth value. If the statement is true, how can we be insulted, unless we place no value on truth? In which case I wouldn't give a shit if you
are or not. If the statement is false, how can we feel insult, given that the statement cannot/does not express anything about us? Even if a supposed insult
contains a modicum of truth value, it still remains that we are feeling insulted either by the truth or something that does not speak to our reality and is
therefore of no more meaning than if someone says you like to eat maggots from the arses of people on the fourth planet of Beta Carinae (shit, I think I just
insulted the folk of Beta Carinae - or not, if they get my point).
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wannabealot |
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Dan Rowden wrote: That reason would be that you have gotten to know me by now. |
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wannabealot |
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Actually, this one might have been a better one to get my point across, and there's an "are you 18 or over" page buffering it...
http://supersizedbombshells.com/ |
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vinny the hack |
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While we're in the mood...
It was as if he had just woken up from a dream. There he stood: in front of a stranger's door, in a strange city in a foreign country. Still, he wasn't the least bit nervous. They had planned this for months, he and this "stranger". Like so many people do these days, Johnny and Val "met" on the internet. The attraction had been immediate. It was inevitable that one day he would end up here, at her door in Cleveland. The flight from Montreal and subsequent drive seemed to have gone by in minutes. He extended his hand and rang the doorbell. He knew that it had been arranged for no one to be home except Val (she had a young daughter living with her whom she shipped off to her -ex for the weekend), and of course, she was expecting Johnny. Suddenly, a thousand images raced through his mind as he wondered how she would answer the door. Could she dare answer in the buff? "Well, hello there!" were the first words he actually heard from this person he had known for many months. "Wow", he thought. He wasn't sure if he had said it out loud or not. She was even prettier in person than she appeared in the few slightly blurry, low resolution pictures he had seen of her. "Hi, beautiful!", he said as he followed her gesture to go inside. After the door closed, he took both her hands in his, looked into her eyes and whispered "You're gorgeous". She smiled a big smile and moved forward to embrace him. "You're not so bad, yourself", she said as she hugged him. A hug was all it took. Johnny hadn't pursued a woman since his divorce a couple of years earlier. After more than two decades of marriage, this was the first new woman he was about to be intimate with. He felt his jeans getting tighter in the crotch and knew that she felt it, too. Almost indiscernibly at first, he felt Val slowly rubbing her body against his. Still with his arms around her, he started planting little kisses on her soft, smooth neck. She squeezed him. His erection was full now and Johnny pushed it against her belly. She let out a slow "Mmmm" seemingly involuntarily. It had been a long time since Val had been with a man. She was also divorced and had too much going on in her life to fit a relationship in it. Johnny reached his arms around her and cupped his hands on the twin globes of her butt. Val pushed herself into him in approval. He gave her cheeks a few squeezes through her shorts and then started kneading them like they were dough. Her ass began to gyrate as her desire elevated. He was now pushing and rotating his hardness against her belly through his tight jeans while her ass moved from side to side almost as if it were trying to escape his grasp in a playful game of cat and mouse. By now, their hearts were beating through their chests and their breath was shallow. "Wait", she said as she broke free. "Not here". She took his hand and led him down the hall. As they walked in silence, he took the opportunity to admire her loveliness. Val's blonde hair was a real turn-on for him. As was her perpetual smile. But now he was looking at things he hadn't gotten a good look at in the photos. Val had an ample bosom. Even though she wore a loose knit top, it was obvious it hid a veritable "treasure chest". Down below, she had very curvy hips and lovely, shapely legs. "And that great ass…", he thought to himself. They entered her bedroom. Without warning, Johnny swooped her up in his arms and quickly dropped her on the bed. He knew Val enjoyed being submissive and he hoped she liked his gesture. He stared down at her from the foot of the bed with a wicked smirk on his face. She lay there with a little grin while she slowly writhed her body to entice him. "I'm going to fuck you until breakfast time", he said as he unbuttoned his shirt. "I don't eat breakfast", she said with a coy smile. "Well, in that case, I'll have something ready for you to eat around noon". They both laughed like kids at a sleepover.
You're not drunk if you can lie on the floor without holding on. --Dean Martin
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vinny the hack |
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Laird, you might wonder what my above post has to do with the thread topic. Nothing other than it is an insult to writers everywhere.
You're not drunk if you can lie on the floor without holding on. --Dean Martin
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Laird Shaw |
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Elizabeth,
Getting to the technicalities of definitions that would not be an insult, but it might be quite rude. OK, I would simply say that it was rude and insulting. Dan, You have expressed quite an idealisation, but it's far from practical reality. The truth is that insults exist, and that even you as a disbeliever - at least in this post - in the concept have been - and presumably still can be - insulted. If the statement is true, how can we be insulted, unless we place no value on truth? Because some truths are inappropriate to express, and to go out of one's way to highlight a negative can be considered to be insulting. If the statement is false, how can we feel insult, given that the statement cannot/does not express anything about us? Because it characterises us negatively: casting a person in a negative light regardless of its truth value can be insulting. Vinny, that wasn't your writing, I trust. |
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You're not drunk if you can lie on the floor without holding on. --Dean Martin
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Dan Rowden |
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Laird,
Dan, Yeah, I know, I'm silly that way. I keep forgetting that people want to live in a mundane, egotistical world where they routinely suffer gratuitously and just as routinely blame others for it. Yes, insults exist, so let's just wallow in the joys of our moral chagrin at the fact rather than think about whether they really need to or not. |
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vinny the hack |
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Seriously, Dan, can you really imagine a word with everyone as enlightened as you? Can you imagine all the fat chicks of the world being able to shrug off the
"insult" "You big, fat porker"? If so, you have a much more vivid imagination than I. Insults exist if people feel insulted, despite the
fact that three people in the world say they are meaningless--insults, not themselves.
You're not drunk if you can lie on the floor without holding on. --Dean Martin
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04/09/08 09:10 PM.
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Dan Rowden |
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I take it you guys don't believe in teaching children the old "sticks and stones" adage. You can't possibly.
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