Post #285,787
5/30/07 9:33:52 AM
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Can't prove that it didn't happen, therefore it did? Yawn!
I can walk through walls unaided, and have done so in the past, including bank vault walls. I can turn lead into gold. I can cure cancer with the flick of my wrist. I'm going to get my invisible friends to paint rude comments on your front door. You can't say I'm writing rubbish merely because it contradicts the current 'scientific world picture'. Or to paraphrase your site. The fact that you may say that no miracles or the supernatural by myself can have happened is, however, a very brave and contraditory claim. It is based on their preconceptions and not on what we can really be sure of. For whenever it is presented such claims we should actually have unlimited knowledge of the world's history. In other words, if it is claimed \ufffdI know that miracles can't happen\ufffd, it is the same as if someone said that he knows all the events of the world's history. It would require him to know everything, that has ever taken place, perfectly. You certainly don't know my history, let alone the world's. So you can't simply dismiss my claims of supernatural powers and friends as rubbish. Are you checking you've got enough paint thinner and a brush? Of course you aren't as you know my supernatural claims are rubbish. Well, guess what. I know the claim the Jesus walked on water is rubbish.
Matthew Greet
Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin' else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got heroin? - Mark Renton, Trainspotting.
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Post #285,794
5/30/07 9:50:46 AM
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can you work thru the walls of the loo at work
and tell the silly fucker to flush? ta, bill
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Post #285,804
5/30/07 10:03:56 AM
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Maybe, but if he did, he'd lose his job
Miracles don't cover unemployment...
jb4 "It's hard for me, you know, living in this beautiful White House, to give you a firsthand assessment." — George W. Bush, when asked if he believed Iraq was in a state of civil war (Newsweek, 26 Feb 07)
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Post #285,856
5/30/07 3:29:19 PM
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Ah, but you'd only need...
...five loaves of bread and two fish, and you'd be set for life! ;)
One ticket for the short bus to Hell, please!
Odoru aho ni miru aho! Onaji aho nara odoranya son son!
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Post #285,857
5/30/07 3:32:25 PM
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You fergot the lamp oil thingie!
Gotta be able to read, donchano...
jb4 "It's hard for me, you know, living in this beautiful White House, to give you a firsthand assessment." — George W. Bush, when asked if he believed Iraq was in a state of civil war (Newsweek, 26 Feb 07)
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Post #285,858
5/30/07 3:36:13 PM
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he's a brit I think, cant get fired ornless
he forgot to blow the shop steward on is birthday thanx, bill
Any opinions expressed by me are mine alone, posted from my home computer, on my own time as a free american and do not reflect the opinions of any person or company that I have had professional relations with in the past 51 years. meep
reach me at [link|mailto:bill.oxley@cox.net|mailto:bill.oxley@cox.net]
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Post #285,861
5/30/07 4:01:15 PM
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Even the gods can't violate lavatory etiquette.
Matthew Greet
Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin' else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got heroin? - Mark Renton, Trainspotting.
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