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Since: Sep 08

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#269012 Dec 8, 2012
No Relativism wrote:
<quoted text>
You've been spiritually dead for a long time.
Wrong again No Relevance. But then, that's normal for you.

Since: Sep 08

Location hidden

#269013 Dec 8, 2012
No Relativism wrote:
<quoted text>
When Foochie gets on a plane the stewardesses give her a fartsack, so the other passengers won't need to use a barf bag.
Yeah, there's No Relevance acting like the "adult christian" again.

ROFLMAO!
Katie

Puyallup, WA

#269014 Dec 8, 2012
HuskerDu wrote:
<quoted text>Interesting!
Old news. Older than your foulness wished upon a newborn and her siblings, you effarreye.
<spit>

Since: Dec 09

Location hidden

#269016 Dec 8, 2012
elise in burque wrote:
<quoted text>I love teasing that crazy broad. She's funny and doesn't even know it!
LOL Elise I agree, her reasoning skills are comical and I don't think there is a name for her ethical system. And that goes for the whole lot of them.

Since: Dec 09

Location hidden

#269017 Dec 8, 2012
LiIrabbitfoofoo wrote:
Woman stays pregnant with dead fetus for 60 years
http://english.pravda.ru/society/stories/30-0...
Lithodian or something like that. Stone baby's. Saw this some years ago in a documentary. Very rare, fascinating condition.

Since: Dec 09

Location hidden

#269018 Dec 8, 2012
Lithopedian they are called.

“Proud to be a Wiccan Priest”

Since: Jul 09

Jonesboro AR

#269019 Dec 9, 2012
lil Lily wrote:
<quoted text>
I don't deflect because I know what I'm talking about. It's you who tries to deflect, and with stupidity. I've answered with links that prove you're an ignorant buffoon.
Your silly question proves you don't know what a missed miscarriage is.
As I said, you're a missed embarrassment to yourself. You ARE an embarrassment to yourself, your brain just hasn't noticed it yet.
Lynne have you ever been right about anything? No, I didn't think so...

“Proud to be a Wiccan Priest”

Since: Jul 09

Jonesboro AR

#269020 Dec 9, 2012
lil Lily wrote:
We pro-lifers post here to provide facts and to display how stupid and senseless you people who support the right to abort human lives in utero are.
The only facts that most of you little fools provide is the day and month.. After that.. There are no facts. Just a bunch of stupidity that is proven as such on a daily basis. Lynne, the only facts that the antichoice crowd has going for it is the willingness and ability to commit violence. Something that is seen far to often in reality.

From murdering doctors in a church to fire bombing clinics to terrorizing clinical staff and their patients.

Those facts are all to real.

For a bunch of people that claim to be "prolife" movement. It is all to willing to commit murder and terror. Not what I and any reasonable person would call prolife.

Since: Sep 08

Location hidden

#269021 Dec 9, 2012
Twas the night before Yuletide and all through the glen
Not a creature was stirring, not a fox, not a hen.
A mantle of snow shone brightly that night
As it lay on the ground, reflecting moonlight.

The faeries were nestled all snug in their trees,
Unmindful of flurries and a chilly north breeze.
The elves and the gnomes were down in their burrows,
Sleeping like babes in their soft earthen furrows.

When low! the earth moved with a thunderous quake,
Causing chairs to fall over and dishes to break.
The Little Folk scrambled to get on their feet
Then raced to the river where they usually meet.

“What happened?” they wondered, they questioned, they probed,
As they shivered in night clothes, some bare-armed, some robed.
“What caused the earth's shudder? What caused her to shiver?”
They all spoke at once as they stood by the river.

Then what to their wondering eyes should appear
But a shining gold light in the shape of a sphere.
It blinked and it twinkled, it winked like an eye,
Then it flew straight up and was lost in the sky.

Before they could murmur, before they could bustle,
There emerged from the crowd, with a swish and a rustle,
A stately old crone with her hand on a cane,
Resplendent in green with a flowing white mane.

As she passed by them the old crone's perfume,
Smelling of meadows and flowers abloom,
Made each of the fey folk think of the spring
When the earth wakes from slumber and the birds start to sing.

“My name is Gaia,” the old crone proclaimed
in a voice that at once was both wild and tamed,
“I've come to remind you, for you seem to forget,
that Yule is the time of re-birth, and yet…”
“I see no hearth fires, hear no music, no bells,
The air isn't filled with fragrant smells
Of baking and roasting, and simmering stews,
Of cider that's mulled or other hot brews.”

“There aren't any children at play in the snow,
Or houses lit up by candles’ glow.
Have you forgotten, my children, the fun
Of celebrating the rebirth of the sun?”

She looked at the fey folk, her eyes going round,
As they shuffled their feet and stared at the ground.
Then she smiled the smile that brings light to the day,
“Come, my children,” she said,“Let's play.”

They gathered the mistletoe, gathered the holly,
Threw off the drab and drew on the jolly.
They lit a big bonfire, and they danced and they sang.
They brought out the bells and clapped when they rang.

They strung lights on the trees, and bows, oh so merry,
In colors of cranberry, bayberry, cherry.
They built giant snowmen and adorned them with hats,
Then surrounded them with snow birds, and snow cats and bats.

Then just before dawn, at the end of their fest,
Before they went homeward to seek out their rest,
The fey folk they gathered ‘round their favorite oak tree
And welcomed the sun ‘neath the tree's finery.

They were just reaching home when suddenly it came,
The gold light returned like an arrow-shot flame.
It lit on the tree top where they could see from afar
The golden-like sphere turned into a star.

The old crone just smiled at the beautiful sight,
"Happy Yuletide, my children," she whispered. "Good night."
HuskerDu

Muscotah, KS

#269022 Dec 9, 2012
Katie wrote:
<quoted text>
Old news. Older than your foulness wished upon a newborn and her siblings, you effarreye.
<spit>
So, you are a hypocrite, no surprise.

“Blessed Be”

Since: Jun 07

Location hidden

#269023 Dec 9, 2012
LiIrabbitfoofoo wrote:
Twas the night before Yuletide and all through the glen
Not a creature was stirring, not a fox, not a hen.
A mantle of snow shone brightly that night
As it lay on the ground, reflecting moonlight.
The faeries were nestled all snug in their trees,
Unmindful of flurries and a chilly north breeze.
The elves and the gnomes were down in their burrows,
Sleeping like babes in their soft earthen furrows.
When low! the earth moved with a thunderous quake,
Causing chairs to fall over and dishes to break.
The Little Folk scrambled to get on their feet
Then raced to the river where they usually meet.
“What happened?” they wondered, they questioned, they probed,
As they shivered in night clothes, some bare-armed, some robed.
“What caused the earth's shudder? What caused her to shiver?”
They all spoke at once as they stood by the river.
Then what to their wondering eyes should appear
But a shining gold light in the shape of a sphere.
It blinked and it twinkled, it winked like an eye,
Then it flew straight up and was lost in the sky.
Before they could murmur, before they could bustle,
There emerged from the crowd, with a swish and a rustle,
A stately old crone with her hand on a cane,
Resplendent in green with a flowing white mane.
As she passed by them the old crone's perfume,
Smelling of meadows and flowers abloom,
Made each of the fey folk think of the spring
When the earth wakes from slumber and the birds start to sing.
“My name is Gaia,” the old crone proclaimed
in a voice that at once was both wild and tamed,
“I've come to remind you, for you seem to forget,
that Yule is the time of re-birth, and yet…”
“I see no hearth fires, hear no music, no bells,
The air isn't filled with fragrant smells
Of baking and roasting, and simmering stews,
Of cider that's mulled or other hot brews.”
“There aren't any children at play in the snow,
Or houses lit up by candles’ glow.
Have you forgotten, my children, the fun
Of celebrating the rebirth of the sun?”
She looked at the fey folk, her eyes going round,
As they shuffled their feet and stared at the ground.
Then she smiled the smile that brings light to the day,
“Come, my children,” she said,“Let's play.”
They gathered the mistletoe, gathered the holly,
Threw off the drab and drew on the jolly.
They lit a big bonfire, and they danced and they sang.
They brought out the bells and clapped when they rang.
They strung lights on the trees, and bows, oh so merry,
In colors of cranberry, bayberry, cherry.
They built giant snowmen and adorned them with hats,
Then surrounded them with snow birds, and snow cats and bats.
Then just before dawn, at the end of their fest,
Before they went homeward to seek out their rest,
The fey folk they gathered ‘round their favorite oak tree
And welcomed the sun ‘neath the tree's finery.
They were just reaching home when suddenly it came,
The gold light returned like an arrow-shot flame.
It lit on the tree top where they could see from afar
The golden-like sphere turned into a star.
The old crone just smiled at the beautiful sight,
"Happy Yuletide, my children," she whispered. "Good night."
:)

By the way, Happy Chanukah.

Since: Sep 08

Location hidden

#269024 Dec 9, 2012
Bitner wrote:
<quoted text>
:)
By the way, Happy Chanukah.
I thought you would like! Thank you too!

Since: Sep 08

Location hidden

#269025 Dec 9, 2012
HuskerDu wrote:
<quoted text>So, you are a hypocrite, no surprise.
And you are a moron, THAT is no surprise! LOL

“Reality is better than truth.”

Since: Nov 09

Indianapolis

#269026 Dec 9, 2012
I wanna see THAT as an animated holiday special!
LiIrabbitfoofoo wrote:
Twas the night before Yuletide and all through the glen
Not a creature was stirring, not a fox, not a hen.
A mantle of snow shone brightly that night
As it lay on the ground, reflecting moonlight.
The faeries were nestled all snug in their trees,
Unmindful of flurries and a chilly north breeze.
The elves and the gnomes were down in their burrows,
Sleeping like babes in their soft earthen furrows.
When low! the earth moved with a thunderous quake,
Causing chairs to fall over and dishes to break.
The Little Folk scrambled to get on their feet
Then raced to the river where they usually meet.
“What happened?” they wondered, they questioned, they probed,
As they shivered in night clothes, some bare-armed, some robed.
“What caused the earth's shudder? What caused her to shiver?”
They all spoke at once as they stood by the river.
Then what to their wondering eyes should appear
But a shining gold light in the shape of a sphere.
It blinked and it twinkled, it winked like an eye,
Then it flew straight up and was lost in the sky.
Before they could murmur, before they could bustle,
There emerged from the crowd, with a swish and a rustle,
A stately old crone with her hand on a cane,
Resplendent in green with a flowing white mane.
As she passed by them the old crone's perfume,
Smelling of meadows and flowers abloom,
Made each of the fey folk think of the spring
When the earth wakes from slumber and the birds start to sing.
“My name is Gaia,” the old crone proclaimed
in a voice that at once was both wild and tamed,
“I've come to remind you, for you seem to forget,
that Yule is the time of re-birth, and yet…”
“I see no hearth fires, hear no music, no bells,
The air isn't filled with fragrant smells
Of baking and roasting, and simmering stews,
Of cider that's mulled or other hot brews.”
“There aren't any children at play in the snow,
Or houses lit up by candles’ glow.
Have you forgotten, my children, the fun
Of celebrating the rebirth of the sun?”
She looked at the fey folk, her eyes going round,
As they shuffled their feet and stared at the ground.
Then she smiled the smile that brings light to the day,
“Come, my children,” she said,“Let's play.”
They gathered the mistletoe, gathered the holly,
Threw off the drab and drew on the jolly.
They lit a big bonfire, and they danced and they sang.
They brought out the bells and clapped when they rang.
They strung lights on the trees, and bows, oh so merry,
In colors of cranberry, bayberry, cherry.
They built giant snowmen and adorned them with hats,
Then surrounded them with snow birds, and snow cats and bats.
Then just before dawn, at the end of their fest,
Before they went homeward to seek out their rest,
The fey folk they gathered ‘round their favorite oak tree
And welcomed the sun ‘neath the tree's finery.
They were just reaching home when suddenly it came,
The gold light returned like an arrow-shot flame.
It lit on the tree top where they could see from afar
The golden-like sphere turned into a star.
The old crone just smiled at the beautiful sight,
"Happy Yuletide, my children," she whispered. "Good night."
Ink

Bensalem, PA

#269027 Dec 9, 2012
LiIrabbitfoofoo wrote:
<quoted text>He learned that in the RCC. Fun times huh?
elise in burque wrote:
<quoted text>You're obviously a sadistic freak. Get help.
He learned that in the RCC. Fun times huh?

Is that what you teach your daughter in your multi religion family?
Ink

Bensalem, PA

#269029 Dec 9, 2012
cpeter1313 wrote:
There is no god or jesus.
<quoted text>
How can you be sure?
HuskerDu

Muscotah, KS

#269030 Dec 9, 2012
Ink wrote:
<quoted text>
How can you be sure?
He doesn't know how to believe, his life is full of darkness and hate. He is a rather pathetic little creature.
Katie

Puyallup, WA

#269031 Dec 9, 2012
HuskerDu wrote:
<quoted text>He doesn't know how to believe, his life is full of darkness and hate. He is a rather pathetic little creature.
Your two sentences are contradicting, hypocritical.

My post (the one you mistook for hypocritical) was actually the opposite. I stood by my post showing my frustration with y'all insisting the answer to that hypothetical was anything more than it was. YOU guys made a big deal out of nothing. You guys accused me of all kinds of weird things that came out of your brains, not mine.

And then, a few months later, YOU specifically wished all kinds of horror on a newborn and her siblings.

All while spouting crap like you are the wise instructor of reality and love. Get real. True darkness is so entwined within you, you don't even recognize it in yourself or others. But you sure fool yourself daily, by believing and pointing your crooked little fingers at others, that it's everyone else who's "evil".
<spit>
Katie

Puyallup, WA

#269032 Dec 9, 2012
LiIrabbitfoofoo wrote:
Twas the night before Yuletide and all through the glen
Not a creature was stirring, not a fox, not a hen.
A mantle of snow shone brightly that night
As it lay on the ground, reflecting moonlight.
The faeries were nestled all snug in their trees,
Unmindful of flurries and a chilly north breeze.
The elves and the gnomes were down in their burrows,
Sleeping like babes in their soft earthen furrows.
When low! the earth moved with a thunderous quake,
Causing chairs to fall over and dishes to break.
The Little Folk scrambled to get on their feet
Then raced to the river where they usually meet.
“What happened?” they wondered, they questioned, they probed,
As they shivered in night clothes, some bare-armed, some robed.
“What caused the earth's shudder? What caused her to shiver?”
They all spoke at once as they stood by the river.
Then what to their wondering eyes should appear
But a shining gold light in the shape of a sphere.
It blinked and it twinkled, it winked like an eye,
Then it flew straight up and was lost in the sky.
Before they could murmur, before they could bustle,
There emerged from the crowd, with a swish and a rustle,
A stately old crone with her hand on a cane,
Resplendent in green with a flowing white mane.
As she passed by them the old crone's perfume,
Smelling of meadows and flowers abloom,
Made each of the fey folk think of the spring
When the earth wakes from slumber and the birds start to sing.
“My name is Gaia,” the old crone proclaimed
in a voice that at once was both wild and tamed,
“I've come to remind you, for you seem to forget,
that Yule is the time of re-birth, and yet…”
“I see no hearth fires, hear no music, no bells,
The air isn't filled with fragrant smells
Of baking and roasting, and simmering stews,
Of cider that's mulled or other hot brews.”
“There aren't any children at play in the snow,
Or houses lit up by candles’ glow.
Have you forgotten, my children, the fun
Of celebrating the rebirth of the sun?”
She looked at the fey folk, her eyes going round,
As they shuffled their feet and stared at the ground.
Then she smiled the smile that brings light to the day,
“Come, my children,” she said,“Let's play.”
They gathered the mistletoe, gathered the holly,
Threw off the drab and drew on the jolly.
They lit a big bonfire, and they danced and they sang.
They brought out the bells and clapped when they rang.
They strung lights on the trees, and bows, oh so merry,
In colors of cranberry, bayberry, cherry.
They built giant snowmen and adorned them with hats,
Then surrounded them with snow birds, and snow cats and bats.
Then just before dawn, at the end of their fest,
Before they went homeward to seek out their rest,
The fey folk they gathered ‘round their favorite oak tree
And welcomed the sun ‘neath the tree's finery.
They were just reaching home when suddenly it came,
The gold light returned like an arrow-shot flame.
It lit on the tree top where they could see from afar
The golden-like sphere turned into a star.
The old crone just smiled at the beautiful sight,
"Happy Yuletide, my children," she whispered. "Good night."
Love this, thanks for posting it, Foo :)
And Happy Hanukka to you!!

“Reality is better than truth.”

Since: Nov 09

Indianapolis

#269033 Dec 9, 2012
I don't have to be sure; there is no reason to believe at all. Not one christian--or any other adherent of any other faith--has ever proven the existence of their deity. Just because someone believes something doesn't mean anyone else has a reason to follow along.

Everyone is born an atheist. They remain so unless they are inculcated into some religion.
Ink wrote:
<quoted text>
How can you be sure?

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