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Originally Posted by Blind leading the blind
One of today's unwritten rules of life: if it's bad, there's something worse. Trust me on that.
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Another of today's rules of life: the something worse was probably made by a Jap. I've seen so many Catholic schoolgirls get penetrated in so many ways by so many tentacles, you wouldn't believe such things were possible.
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Originally Posted by Blind leading the blind
I am NATIVE AMERICAN. Yaqui to be exact. I could swear I've gone through this sometime before this....
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Ah, so you're an injun who wants to be a jap? I suppose it's only a step sideways, not down like it would be for a normal person. Did you not claim it was your dad who killed all those commie Vietnamese civilians? I didn't know they let drunken injuns in Jesus' Army.
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Originally Posted by Pastor Al E Pistle
You'd probably want to consult an anthropologist. Apaches and messkins were always killing each other.
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Or a botanist. Yaqui are basically just potatoes with the ability to drink firewater.
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Originally Posted by eliot mayfield
Dear lord in Heaven protect me. I have just seen another one called Paradise Kiss. I thought it was about paradise, but it's full of cross dressers, child pornography, rape, and whoremongering!
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Reminds me of this film I saw once called Rainbow Kisses. I thought it would be about God's Covenant with mankind...I was wrong.
O Lord our God, help us to tear their soldiers to bloody shreds with our shells; help us to cover their smiling fields with the pale forms of their patriot dead; help us to drown the thunder of the guns with the shrieks of their wounded, writhing in pain; help us to lay waste their humble homes with a hurricane of fire; help us to wring the hearts of their unoffending widows with unavailing grief; help us to turn them out roofless with little children to wander unfriended the wastes of their desolated land in rags and hunger and thirst, sports of the sun flames of summer and the icy winds of winter, broken in spirit, worn with travail, imploring Thee for the refuge of the grave and denied it--for our sakes who adore Thee, Lord, blast their hopes, blight their lives, protract their bitter pilgrimage, make heavy their steps, water their way with their tears, stain the white snow with the blood of their wounded feet! We ask it, in the spirit of love, of Him Who is the Source of Love, and Who is the ever-faithful refuge and friend of all that are sore beset and seek His aid with humble and contrite hearts. Amen.
God being truth, justice, goodness, beauty, power, and life, man is falsehood, iniquity, evil, ugliness, impotence, and death. God being master, man is the slave. Incapable of finding justice, truth, and eternal life by his own effort, he can attain them only through a divine revelation... he who desires to worship God must harbor no childish illusions about the matter, but bravely renounce his liberty and humanity.