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  1. Of COURSE the damn earth's flat. Well, there's bits of bumps called hills an' there's bigger bumps called mountains and there's V shaped bits called valleys, creeks, and rivers, but it's mostly flat ... Casey
  2. Anyone who would believe Robinson in that video has already lost their mind! Hey Pat, how is it you had to ask your old man to keep you from stopping a Korean bullet? Jebus not powerful enough? Casey
  3. Back in 1986, Robertson announced his bid for the US Presidency. Therewith he claimed to have seen action as a US Marine officer during the Korean War. As it turned out, he had indeed been an officer with the Marines, he had even been in Korea, but NOT as a line officer. By dint of appealing to his father, the US Senator for Virginia, he had himself assigned to a non combatant role, that of Liquor Officer, that is, someone who kept his fellow officers supplied with booze. Well all right, no one would blame him for looking out for himself; many another would have done it too, if they could have. However there are a variety of names applied to those who, after a war, literally walk on the backs of dead men to get some post or other. "Lying bastard!" would be one of the least offensive ... From : "I saw truck-loads of frozen dead line-company Marines. I saw a line company which began with 238 fall to seven, led by a 20-year-old corporal. It was 30 below zero, in a howling wind off the Gobi Desert. This company from the Seventh Marines turned back the charge of a now-battered Chinese battalion. The charge began with the notes of "mess call" by the enemy bugler and ended in silence. There is a person who calls himself a combat Marine. He is not. His name is Pat Robertson. I saw him often in the division headquarters where he was clean-shaven and clothed and showered. He was in charge of making sure that the officers' booze ration was handed out and re-supplied. He was a lieutenant. He was in my battalion. The line company marines I saw smelled badly, looked poorly. For months at a time they were cold, eating C-rations. Trying to stay warm and dry was a constant battle. These line-company men were the combat Marines of the First Marine Division. Neither Pat Robertson nor I could carry their gear. He is trying to get elected by standing on those frozen bodies I saw, by putting himself in the company of those seven Marines who repulsed the enemy. Imagine a person who aspires to be President being so loose with the truth, so lacking in grace and so dishonorable. He says God talks to him. I'd like to hear what God says to him about this." LEO T. CRONIN Former Corporal U.S.M.C. I would suggest good ol' Pat already knows what his God thinks of lying. He must have read it many a time, but that doesn't appear to have discouraged him from the practice. Casey
  4. It is. It's also difficult to believe in any Protestant denomination's version of the myth when they tell you, "But you see, catholics aren't True Christians!" Funny that; we were always told we were the first christians.
  5. Yep. He got hammered on Friday, was still hammered Saturday and arose on Sunday. So what else is new? And if that's gonna get me thrown into Hell, bring it on!
  6. The red pill, eh? I don't remember swallowing one, but I do remember something remarkably like one being rammed down my throat ... It seems a lifetime ago now, but I was once a 13 year old kid in a famous Christian Brothers boarding school where, despite their fame, they counted us like pearls and fed us like swine. They did worse things than these, quite a bit worse, but I'll get to some of those by and by. For now, suffice it to say you had to learn how to handle being scared a lot of the time. You either learned or went under. Two of us who had more guts than the rest though, or at least more style, contrived to get themselves kicked out, deliberately or by accident I know not. They procured a local gal who was "No better than she should have been," and there ensued, or so ran our envious whispers, quite a "Menage a trois." Having pondered it some while, I've concluded that the place wanted us to be moulded into their product, which, so far as I can make out, was a cross between an ardent catholic believer and a sports mad workaholic. To this end they forced us to watch football and other sports teams while cheering them on with idiotic songs, one of which was based on the US Marine Corps Hymn. That was a little taste of the red pill. They had no idea how much this made me detest football, cricket and other sports. Oh for fuck's sake, if they had to parody marching songs, were there not a number of ex Nazi examples they could have used, such as "Unsere Fahne flattert uns voran", or perhaps, "Wenn Alle Untreu Werden?" Or even the Panzer Lied. The first was beloved of the Hitler Youth, the second of the SS, and the last was the song of the German tank arm. Any of these would have better suited their politics or the patriotic bilge they liked to spew forth every now and then. They were also far catchier tunes, if you ask me. Other examples of their hypocrisy were not too difficult to find. One of which was this: They'd have instantly thrown any of us out if they'd found him leafing through a stick book. That's a magazine whose contents are mainly devoted to female pulchritude, or in other words, pics of nekkid wimmen. Why are such mags called stick books? Best you don't ask ... However, to the point. We had no curtains on our showers. Whereas the ladies whose images appear in um, stick books, must be of age, mentally competent, and are paid for their troubles we, who were underage and vulnerable males, could be used to provide a free gawk show for dirty old men, one of whom was what the law would call a sadistic paedophile, who later offed himself when his chickens were about to come home to roost. Good riddance! Oh by the way, he was mysteriously "transferred" when, every so often, his proclivities might have proved embarrassing to the establishment. He wasn't, however, sent anywhere he'd have had no contact with children. Other schools, less prestigious than mine, could have him as their problem. It was a classic case of NIMBY. Not in my backyard! We weren't just a collective free gawk show, we also had other uses, such as literally being used as punching bags and moving targets. For many years I had nightmares about one punching bag incident, which took place within six feet of where I was sitting at the time. I guess shit happens, eh? More noise than the night Grandma caught her tits in the mangle. In case anyone's wondering, the great hero of that night's work wasn't transferred; he was only working off his aggression, wasn't he? All of these things and more sprang from the christian concept of self loathing. One has to hate one's self, so as to become a new creature in Christ, or so say the fuckin' Christers and blue lighters. It's only a theory of mine, but I would think if you can be taught to hate yourself, it's not too difficult to then teach you to hate others, which is a useful thing if one's government should want to train soldiers. Just sayin' ... ONE red pill? There's a whole mouthful of 'em, right there.
  7. One night, as Paddy was staggering home from his local alehouse, he decided to take a shortcut through the cemetery. As he did so, he fell into an open grave which had been dug for a funeral the next day and he passed out. He woke up when the hooter sounded from a factory across the road from the graveyard. On realizing where he was, he got out after a bit of a struggle and is reputed to have said, "Bejasus! The Last Trump and there's no one risen but me? Don't say much for this town!" Casey
  8. US Politics is a weird thing. Andrew Jackson founded the Democratic Party in 1828 and was also responsible for its enduring symbol of the Donkey. He was called a "jackass," but being a shrewd politician, turned the insult into an honour by emphasizing the donkey's patience, long suffering, and hard working qualities. He didn't mention, although he could have, that a donkey has a way of kicking someone into the middle of next week if they don't keep an eye on the animal. At that time the Democrats were a party which was in favour of business, farmers, agrarian policies, and Manifest Destiny. It also, as time went on, took up slavery, Secession, Confederacy, and Civil War as policies. In short, it was a conservative party when it started, and a party of small government. The Republican Elephant comes from the folk saying, "To see the elephant." To explain that, you have to imagine growing up in some perishing village in antebellum rural America. If and when a circus came to town, that was a big day for the kids, because they got "To see the elephant," as most circuses kept at least one such pachyderm. When the Civil War started, because most of the soldiers, Union or Confederate, had grown up in just such perishing rural villages, they adapted the phrase to mean seeing battle for the first time. The celebrated cartoonist Thomas Nast depicted the two emblems in various cartoons in 1872 and, thanks to him, they became established symbols by 1880. By this time, because the North had won the Civil War, they became the party of big, expansionist government, with the Democrats remaining what they had been. However by and by this changed: (from Which might explain why it doesn't really matter which party you vote for ... Casey
  9. Doesn't worry me, but there is supposedly an angel who looks after drunks and fools. As I happen to qualify on both counts, if he left his job, that would worry me! Casey
  10. I couldn't agree more, doesn't matter what you believe: Casey
  11. Would you rather have alcohol and guns prohibited and therefore completely unregulated? Oh I forgot, alcohol was prohibited once. For that matter, cigarettes are regulated, yet we still have smokers. Casey
  12. It's legal in Australia too. It hasn't eliminated pimps and such but as Thurisaz has said, it makes it easier to fight them, because their numbers are greatly reduced. Prohibition of anything automatically precludes its being regulated, that's the point. If a thing (or as in this case a service) can't be regulated, the crooks make up their own rules about it, and they run things just however they like. Why is it Americans don't get this simple concept? Casey
  13. It's been many a year since I've been that drunk lol. Nice one Fwee! (No not like in the pic but I do recall doing some very stoopid things when under the affluence of incohol back in the day.) Casey
  14. One guy had this put on his tombstone, so it's said, "I told you I was sick!" That was very nearly the case with her, I'd say. Casey
  15. One church here in town just went on about rock music in general, along the lines of "Backward masking," secret messages, and all the rest of it, you know? The church was against such music because it encouraged anarchy and promiscuous sex in their collective mind. Oddly enough I don't think they'd have objected to military or "patriotic" marching songs, but that is kind of laughable because did they imagine those tunes were written merely to exercise soldiers' lungs? No, they were written to teach men how to march in the absence of a band, to brainwash them into believing lying propaganda and, on occasion, they'd be used in the same way as cheap grog might have been, "To put some heart into them!" Can't get much cheaper than free ... Casey