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Market Grilled wrote:
Tovarichi wrote:Market Grilled, you're going to work out just fine around here, Welcome Comrade!
Migwich, however,it is not my first Beet Field Comrade Tovarichi , so "let's" get "comfy" with "your Vodka" and the good ties should be rolling in , we've got the time for I heard a rumor that Next Tuesday™ is possibly cancelled, but it's definite to look forward to The Tuesday after that!

Of course that is only if the rumor was read to me correctly.

Drum stick rolling on the floor goes to the M.G. fan for my last line prior to this One.
Tovarichi, as I observed, you and M.G. were made for each other. The level of mentality displayed in its postings is commensurate with your own.

Amazingly, M.G.'s sense of imagined self-importance is even greater than your own. That imagined, entitled self-importance is all that escapes the shroud of drug-cloud that emanates from Market Grilled like a miasmic fog.

Maybe you can help it with its typos, but it still will be spewing rambling nonsense.

At least my rambling nonsense is spelled Korrektly.

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I haven't seen this much love since that time I got stuck in an elevator for over an hour with Eric Cantor and Nancy Pelosi.

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Krasnodar wrote:I haven't seen this much love since that time I got stuck in an elevator for over an hour with Eric Cantor and Nancy Pelosi.
Buddy, as Dear 0'Leader once sneered, when referring to how his policies had been and will continue to finally, irrevocably wreck the last vestiges of the Evil US of KKK, “You ain't seen nothin' yet”.

But I hope you will expound on your elevator adventure.

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Market Grilled wrote:Brilliant to a T. every thyme FATHER Theocactus!
Oh, Market Grilled, I'm so glad to see that you understand the virtue of being utterly without virtue.
Father Theo: While you ascribe a process of comprehension to Market Grilled where obviously none exists, this is to be overlooked as you have stumbled upon something well-nigh miraculous, which is as it should be in this merry MarXmas season.

To wit: It's here! Congratulations, Theo. Your powers of Prog preparation are unparalleled. And I must say that I was inKorrekt in my supposition that you had recruited a useless merely nearly-Proglet acolyte; no, not a mere Proglet, and not a mere Prog, either. Well, thanks, I was Korrekt in the common sense of the word useless, but we are uncommon Progs, and usefulness and utility have quite different meanings to us than to those hated Tearrorists in the hated Heartburnland.

This acolyte of yours has, under your tutelage, learned the essentials of Progdom more quickly and more deeply than even I imagined possible. Of course, it had the advantage of a lifetime of being steeped in Prog indoctrination and philosophy and accompaniment throughout its disgusting miserable little virtual existence in its mama's basement by worthless garbage similar to itself, much as Dear 0'Leader had, to his advantage, his entire life.

Heck, Theo, I believe the whole Kollektiv should rise up as one Borg-like hive mind and DEMAND that Pinkie give you a Beet of the Week Award, because if anyone ever earned it, it's you, oh maleficent one.

Market Grilled wrote:Migwich, however,it is not my first Beet Field Comrade Tovarichi , so "let's" get "comfy" with "your Vodka" and the good ties should be rolling in , we've got the time for I heard a rumor that Next Tuesday™ is possibly cancelled, but it's definite to look forward to The Tuesday after that!

Of course that is only if the rumor was read to me correctly.

Drum stick rolling on the floor goes to the M.G. fan for my last line prior to this One.
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Market Grilled wrote:Only three days and I am hungry again.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZMd0BkU ... ture=share
And congratulations to you, you egomaniacal, irresponsible, insignificant, insufferable, self-serving, self-important, nonsensical, neuter, useless, worthless, whining, stinking, sniveling, snot-nosed, drug-demented dog dung disaster known as Market Grilled. (See what high praise I lavish upon you! Oh, I see that idiotic drooling slack-jawed self-absorbed self-indulgent self-righteous self-satisfied smile that indicates the praise has penetrated into your pea-sized pseudo-brain through your drug-induced haze.) All those characteristics, but in particular your arduous adoration of despotic dictators any and everywhere, in such abundant evidence so far and away in advanced display from mere mortal Progs, have distinguished you and earned you the honor which is about to be bestowed upon you.

Calling all Prog brothers and sisters around the globe: It gives me great pleasure to be the first to officially roll out (because it can't stand on its own) THE PERFECT PROG.

Behold Market Grilled!

Yes, you have proved yourself, Market Grilled!

Rejoice with me, comrade and comradette Cubers, and all Progs wherever you may be.

Stand with me now and bid welcome to The Perfect Prog!

>Sigh< Well, almost perfect. If only it wasn't neuter, it could be joined with either Jodin Morey or Janeane Gawdawfulho (along with the myriad Occuflies that accompany her wherever she goes) to produce The Prog That (not Who) Will Come. Because this is just the beginning! I foresee armies. Countless Perfect Progs, churned out with mechanical precision from our Perfect Prog factory, like Skynet's Terminators.

What's that, Theo? You say we already have our Prog armies? They're called Occupiers – Oh. Yeah… How could I forget? A whole legion of armies just like Market Grilled. I thought it was special. Maybe M.G. will be Time's “It of the Year”. Nevermind…

Theo, we can still have some fun here at the Rancho. The gene-splicing experiments must continue, and at least we have a new subject.


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Oh sure, Comrade Red.... just rub our noses in the First Ammendment !
I was hoping that spending time on The Cube would save me from seeing these wretched symbols of holiday cheer. I was wrong.

And what on Earth has this Jesus got to do with anything ?

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Redumdimski wrote:The Soviets had their timetables, but not our brilliantly advanced methods to bring them about. Always destroy from within, after ensuring your enemy will not even recognize you because you have indoctrinated him to love you and hate anyone whose opinion differs from your own.
Of course we destroy from within. In the 50s we infiltrated the academies, with people who were not best pleased that all their brilliance, which they saw better than anyone else, was not as admired as they would like. So they managed to make an intellocracy.

An intellocracy is the rule, obviously, of the intellectuals. The definition of this class comes from Thomas Sowell, who said that socialism has failed every time it's been tried and so disastrously that only an intellectual would believe in it.

Well, I, along with Lewis Carroll, try to believe five impossible things before Christmas, just to keep my hand in, and socialism is the god that I pray to, morning, noon, and night, because no other god has offered me such excellent means for me to inflict my decidedly second-class mind and opinions on other people who are doing useful things.

Which they should direct to my benefit.

I did shed a tear in your rant about dumbing people down, but the grizzled head of this old prog give some wise counsel: We have the NEA to stupefy people and it's doing a great job. Did you know that most of the 99%ers in the Occupy people who bore "Abolish the FED" didn't know what the FED was?

I consider that a triumph of progressive education. Not even knowing what the Fed is while calling for its abolition.

Make you think of Shirley Jackson's "The Lottery," where every year the villagers stone someone. Just to show they can.

And really, folks, that's all it is. There is no hope in a rational world that our virtues and plans can actually do what they say, except in that class-warfare bit. We cannot make money. We destroy wealth. We cannot make people independent. We do just the opposite.

But we are required to have a show of force just to show that we can do what we want, so that we feel big and don't have to do something really useful.

In North Korea all the houses have little speakers in the rooms which broadcast Dear O'Leader's triumphs, such as having four holes in one in a single day's golf outing.

But then recall that dear Slick Willie went golfing and returned in the complete dark and was only four over par. But then he was feeling good since the golf clubs were paid for by Hillary's deducting his underwear for $2 a pop.

I mean each. NOT pop with Bill.

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Krasnodar wrote:Oh sure, Comrade Red.... just rub our noses in the First Ammendment !
Do we still talk about that old thing? As Progs we just say whatever we want and tell the non-Progs that whatever they say is hate speech...

Krasnodar wrote:I was hoping that spending time on The Cube would save me from seeing these wretched symbols of holiday cheer. I was wrong.
Yes - WSEF&GE is more Korrektly Proggishly less hope-filled. (Think of the Rancho motto.)

Krasnodar wrote:And what on Earth has this Jesus got to do with anything ?
Krasno! Do not even ask! The answer would require delving into (shudder) The Forbidden Book. And maybe even (gasp!) talking with - not at, as is our wont - hated Christians!

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Father Prog Theocritus wrote:I did shed a tear in your rant about dumbing people down, but the grizzled head of this old prog give some wise counsel: We have the NEA to stupefy people and it's doing a great job. Did you know that most of the 99%ers in the Occupy people who bore "Abolish the FED" didn't know what the FED was?

I consider that a triumph of progressive education. Not even knowing what the Fed is while calling for its abolition.
Theo, I'm hoping you'll share your thoughts on something our pols are mulling over, to wit: The next Occupy movement will be even nastier and smellier. It will be an October Surprise starting around September 2012 that will center around polling places and police stations and will be used to keep non-Dear 0'Leader supporters from voting. Frankly that sounds like an excellent plan, and one that my good General Konspiriskiy had delivered word of to our own General Confusion.

The Occupy troops are well-trained for this exercise and the fact that they, along with the rest of the 99%, have no idea how it will finally demolish the last vestige of the US of KKK Constitution just adds a delightful ironic twist. It's just another proud example of how effective a job our NEA has done. I still snicker when I consider "education" is their middle name.

That reminds me - I'm hungry. Just sharpened my rows of teeth. (General! Have one of the 0bamaCorps troops fetch me another prole.)

This would be done in conjunction with media blitzes, class warfare, destruction of the Repubican't candidate (let's ensure it's Mitten or Ru Paul), and the standard voter fraud - enlisting dead people, illegal aliens unregistered Dimocrats, incarcerated voters, ACORN in all their new guises, etc.

Your wisdom on implementation would be much appreciated.

Father Prog Theocritus wrote:...But then recall that dear Slick Willie went golfing and returned in the complete dark and was only four over par. But then he was feeling good since the golf clubs were paid for by Hillary's deducting his underwear for $2 a pop.

I mean each. NOT pop with Bill.
Ha! A Winter Solstice treat. Thank you for that. It was much more enjoyable (and less costly, as I did not have to buy off any EPA regulators) than Krasno's gift to me of a lump of coal.

(Corpsman, you've brought a fine juicy prole that meets my needs I see. Perhaps you will receive an extra beet this week.)

Pardon me, Theo. Breakfast is served!

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It has come to my attention that Comrade Redumdimski desires I should award Beet of the Week to Theocritus for, so far as I can ascertain, simply being Theocritus doing no more than what Theocritus is expected by all to do.

I looked askance upon this until I recalled the civil servants (aka public service employees or bureaucratic elite) of my military days. The civil servant could never be fired, demoted, or transferred anywhere less desirable than where he or she presently prevailed. The civil servant was not allowed to do anything that wasn't specifically spelled out in his or her job description. The civil servant could not work overtime or holidays without being very generously compensated. Indeed, I will never forget the civil servant who was always out the door promptly at 1630 hours every duty day, at which hour that duty day was generally considered to have ended--at least for civil servants. Yet she did not fail to remind anyone of the enormous sacrifice she made each day in never taking her officially mandated 15 minute breaks each morning and afternoon, perhaps because she spent a lot more time than that at her desk reading tabloids and gossiping with whoever paused at her desk to give her the time of day. How many times have I visited the Rancho only to find Theocritus doing much the same?

Yet everywhere I worked alongside the civil servants, each year they were always nominated, and duly rewarded with a financial bonus simply for showing up to work and adequately doing whatever was in their job description. They never had to go above and beyond, simply because they weren't allowed to and probably wouldn't if they could, anyway.

But if I ever went above and beyond—for unlike the civil servants, I was expected to—I was to consider myself most fortunate if someone higher up was pleased enough to send a letter of appreciation to someone else higher up, a letter which mentioned me by name as the subject of appreciation expressed. I might get a copy of the letter with a handwritten message from its recipient to me.

So it is that I've decided in lieu of awarding Beet of the Week, I shall write a letter of appreciation about Theocritus to Red Square:


TO: Red Square, People's Director

FROM: Commissarka Pinkie

SUBJECT: Letter of Appreciation re Father Prog Theocritus

Please extend my appreciation to Father Prog Theocritus for all he does. His outstanding efforts and dedication to excellence in performing his duties in accordance with his job description reflect credit upon himself, The Party, and The People's Cube.

Progressively Yours,

Pinkie


Theocritus can frame this letter and mount it on the wall next his Certificate of Completion of Muslim Sensitivity Training, as well as his collection of heads.

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Pinkie, I am shocked, shocked, I say, that you would think that I would be reading the tabloids. I don't care if it looks like the cover of Poople, it's not that. It's merely a cover which is hiding Mein Kampf or Das Kapital. (Odd, isn't it, that next to the Koran the biggest selling-book in Arabic is Dear Adolph's. But then that was before His Supreme Wonderfulness was elected and his books were much admired.)

I beaver and beaver (STFU) in working my way through those tomes but let me confess something, and here in camera. I can't read them. They are entirely unreadable. No one can read them. I'm amazed that anyone could write them. Sure, there's wisdom there, and work with me on this, as we see it now. But no one has actually read those things since the first editor was put to sleep and said, "Oh shit, publish it to get it off my desk."

So those are the best sorts of books. Guidebooks into the Progressive World of Next Tuesday™ but then no one know what they say so like tofu you can make of them what you want.

(Of course that dreadful Larry Gatlin said he wouldn't eat tofu at the Last Supper with Jesus Christ.)

So I can say that I was not loafing, reading the tabloids. I was making a progful effort to read our founding documents.

Because even they are more interesting than The Nation.

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Betcha' Red Square gives Theo a " $ 2.00 off " discount at The People's Dry Goods Store #86 for any purchase over $100 dollars. The State is generous in its rewards, no ?

Indeed, Pinkie, our beloved FPT's legendary rants as well as his delightfully elegant, yet candidly overbearing proclamations of self-made superiority as a Party Progressive have earned him this well deserved recognition !

Slava!

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RDD, I do take your point about there being another Occupy movement in a bit less than a year, with a view toward obstructing the polls. Well, this supposes that the old ones will have cleared out, but I suspect that we have a permanent protesting class.

Our media just loves them. Here's all this, er, RAGE that's going on and they don't have to go into dangerous territory. I mean, if you went to Iraq, you would have to leave the Green Zone to do anything more than engage in a journo circle jerk. Now, just go downtown. You don't have to prompt people with exhortations toward rage. They're there. Now it's inconvenient that they don't actually know what they're pissed about, and it's inconvenient that they destroy property and defile cop cars, but then the media always wanted to do that.

It's so HARD you know to be a cosseted, elite journo. Here you are, with all these carefully nurtured sensibilities and more feelings than any one person really needs, and you have to express your own wonderfulness between the times that you are receiving your instructions or at the leg-waxing parlor. Or if you're Matt Lauer, working your Bogart teeth or your shapely ass.

So do not expect the Occupy people to go anywhere.

Because while they were occupying Wall Street, their mothers cleaned out their basements and have moved them out.

BTW, has anyone noticed is the DKos has any contributors? The HuffPo?

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Krasnodar, let me clue you on on begging the question, prog style. As you know, begging the question means assuming your conclusion, or assuming that one of the pillars of your reason is true and using it to claim that your conclusion is true. People often write it when they ought to have posed or asked a question instead of begging it.

Now here's the true definition of begging the question.

I dilate on the essential truth of things. When I see something which seems true to me for more than five seconds, that means that it's true, and I aver it. I dilate on it. I shout it from the rooftops.

And why? Because I'm right. Why am I right? Because I'm Father Prog Theocritus. Why is Father Prog Theocritus right? Because I say he is.

Next, I'll be raising your taxes.

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Whilst I, Theo, will be re-calibrating my gunsight.

BTW: Have you heard of where the New Year's Eve celebrations will be held ?

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Krasnodar, they are at the Rancho. I have hired a special bartender named Michael Finn.

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To all of my beloved progs who have posted here, I have some insider trading advice. I base this information on conversations overheard from Obama, Peloski, Boehner, Debbie Wasserman-Schultz, Maxine Waters, Barbie Boxer, Feinstein, Geitner, et. al.

Even though they all aren't from California, they might as well be.

Truman Capote once said: "It's a scientific fact that if you stay in California you lose one point of your IQ every year ."


My advice would be:

When your I.Q. reaches 40, SELL!

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But then you might be stupid enough to be a confirmed Democrat. This is what we call a born-again prog. Liberal when a child before he realizes the straits of existence and is idealistic and before he assumes the responsibilities of adulthood. Then he tends to vote Republican, which is the worst of the worst.

So everyone must move to California, because it's incredibly self-centered, going bankrupt, and, well, it stupefies you.

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You know Theo,


People often ask me why I moved to Indiana when I lived in the idyllic paradise of California. I tell them it is because I met the love of my life, who lives in Indiana, why else would anyone want to leave California and move to, of all places, Indiana!


The people in Indiana agree laughingly. They get it.

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Pamalinski, I know some people from Indiana and lots of them tend to be, and here I must express a delicate shudder, conservatives. In fact I've known a whole family of them who were also in Texas. How awful is that? Even more, here I retch, conservative.

I just don't know how you can leave the land of fruits and nuts where cities accord human status to dolphins to go to a place which has those horrible rethuglikkkan goons in it.

Just because it's solvent is no reason. And anyway, what's this bit about "the love of your life"? That, Pamalinski, is Completely Ghostwritten Memories of My Father Who Abandoned Me, published under the name of His Awesomeness.

The sequel? ...and My Mother Too So My Grandmother, a Typical White Woman, Could Raise Her Hippie Daughter's Revenge Child.

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Sorta' like " The Adventures of Ozzie and Harriet in Hell ".

Our society has come so far.

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Theo and Kraz!


Jeez! Can't a girl get a little corny sometimes around here? Huh? Indiana is known as The "Cornhole" State! Happy now?


I'm just telling you how gullible the folks in Indiana are! Get it?


I mean, right now, the "love of my life" is currently listening to "Innagoddavida" by Iron Butterfly. Disgusting.


Truth is, he is the rattiest of rat bastards to ever walk the planet! The man of my dreams! Yeah! That's who!

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Oh. My. Lenin.

In A Gadda Da Vida. YES!!!

* turns on amp *
* plugs in guitar *
* gets up off floor after being knocked down by instant wall of feedback *
* DA DA - DA DA DA DA - DAAA DAAA DAA DA... *

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Yes R.O.C.K. You got it! Except he's listening to it on his Mac. Lousy sound. Really wimpy.

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Oh dear.

Whatever you do, don't let him listen to Black Sabbath on his Mac. The Mac isn't up to it.

Here's my Holiday Gift to the Pamalinsky family - you or your man ever hear Black Spiders? "Sons of the North". Play it loud :)

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"Stay Down" has major ear worm potential... you've been warned :)

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R.O.C.K. in the USSA wrote:Oh. My. Lenin.

In A Gadda Da Vida. YES!!!

* turns on amp *
* plugs in guitar *
* gets up off floor after being knocked down by instant wall of feedback *
* DA DA - DA DA DA DA - DAAA DAAA DAA DA... *

Turned that Amp up to 11 did ya Rock?

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Commissarka Pinkie wrote:TO: Red Square, People's Director

FROM: Commissarka Pinkie

SUBJECT: Letter of Appreciation re Father Prog Theocritus

Please extend my appreciation to Father Prog Theocritus for all he does. His outstanding efforts and dedication to excellence in performing his duties in accordance with his job description reflect credit upon himself, The Party, and The People's Cube.

Progressively Yours,

Pinkie
Pinkie, it might not be a Beet of the Week Award that dear Theo is receiving, but a letter of commendation from an esteemed Party member surely carries its own reward. All the way up to Red Square, too.

Now I'm Korrektly jealous of the good Father. If I was less small-minded and spiteful, I could be happy for him. But since I'm a proud petty primping pusillanimous Prog, it's eating me up inside.

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Commissarka Pinkie wrote:TO: Red Square, People's Director

FROM: Commissarka Pinkie

SUBJECT: Letter of Appreciation re Father Prog Theocritus

Please extend my appreciation to Father Prog Theocritus for all he does. His outstanding efforts and dedication to excellence in performing his duties in accordance with his job description reflect credit upon himself, The Party, and The People's Cube.

Progressively Yours,

Pinkie
Father Theo, congratulations on your commendation. It is well-deserved.

Father Prog Theocritus wrote:RDD, I do take your point about there being another Occupy movement in a bit less than a year, with a view toward obstructing the polls. Well, this supposes that the old ones will have cleared out, but I suspect that we have a permanent protesting class.

Yes – Our Dear 0'Leader 0ccupier-in-Chief has dispatched His minions to see to that. No doubt the 0ccupation ranks are being swelled in preparation for future 0ccupations even as we write. Thank Marx for His 0'liness' Community Agitation experience. It serves Him splendidly in the eroding of the Evil societal norms of the Evil U.S. of KKK and the disruption of Evil societal and KKKapitalistic functionality at all levels in Progressive Preparation for the introduction of the Glorious Progressive World of Next Tuesday™.

Father Prog Theocritus wrote:Our media just loves them. Here's all this, er, RAGE that's going on and they don't have to go into dangerous territory. I mean, if you went to Iraq, you would have to leave the Green Zone to do anything more than engage in a journo circle jerk. Now, just go downtown. You don't have to prompt people with exhortations toward rage. They're there. Now it's inconvenient that they don't actually know what they're pissed about, and it's inconvenient that they destroy property and defile cop cars, but then the media always wanted to do that.

It's so HARD you know to be a cosseted, elite journo. Here you are, with all these carefully nurtured sensibilities and more feelings than any one person really needs, and you have to express your own wonderfulness between the times that you are receiving your instructions or at the leg-waxing parlor. Or if you're Matt Lauer, working your Bogart teeth or your shapely ass.

So do not expect the Occupy people to go anywhere.

Because while they were occupying Wall Street, their mothers cleaned out their basements and have moved them out.
Theo, I believe many of those mothers are very delighted by their progenies' protests. Said mothers perhaps are proud that they have raised their litters without dads, without scruples, without morals, and without responsibility – as a dream of how they wish they could live, and often perhaps do live, themselves. Many 0ccupiers would doubtless write identical books (they are hive-minded creatures; it's no wonder we love them), were they literate or capable of even minimal cogitation, which could be called “Dreams of My Mother”.

Decades of NEA and Statist Media indoctrination have had a significant effect on the generation of 0ccupier parental units, the fruits of whose loins have now shriveled and decayed fully into the 0ccupier Generation.

Father Prog Theocritus wrote:BTW, has anyone noticed is the DKos has any contributors? The HuffPo?

None who could be said to have a functioning mind, or a soul bigger than a sand grain, which doubtless irritates them to no end. In short, their only contributors are Korrektly Proggerrific.

Krasnodar wrote:BTW: Have you heard of where the New Year's Eve celebrations will be held ?
Father Prog Theocritus wrote:Krasnodar, they are at the Rancho. I have hired a special bartender named Michael Finn.

Theo, it is good that you informed Krasno of the People's Party at the Rancho before you actually raise his taxes. We should ply him with liberal quantities of libations from his own stash (ministrations by Mickey's Magnificent Mixology) so he is happy before we lift his wallet for the introduction of the imminent diminishment of his meager stipend. That way the dismay will be amplified for our dear victim Krasno and the host who is the parasite's pleasure at the pain will be magnified.

And you do know how to throw a People's Party with proper impaling – whether physical, financial, mental, or (ideally) a combination, the anguish feeds our need for pain.

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Krasnodar wrote:BTW: Have you heard of where the New Year's Eve celebrations will be held ?
Krasno, looking forward to seeing you at Theo's New Year's People's Party!

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Market Grilled wrote:Turned that Amp up to 11 did ya Rock?
What's this? It's Market Grilled! Little, tired, trite, trifling Market Grilled. So small. So insignificant. I know words have very little meaning to you, and your exceptionally limited comprehension makes understanding anything even approaching a Doctor Seuss-level story well-nigh impossible for you, so I will not further waste words with you on this occasion, unless I wish to verbally beat you for my own pleasure. (No R.O.C.K. and Krasnodar and Tovarichi, don't even think it.)

I will speak in a language you understand and will learn to appreciate here at the Kollektiv.

Hey M.G., come over here. A little closer; I've got a surprise for you that'll help further your 0ccupy career.

>KRAK<

Oh, how clumsy of you. Your head slipped and your mouth punched my fist. I'm shocked by your violent behavior. Now rouse yourself and pick yourself up from the floor. Help you? Ah, a joker. There's no help for you here. What's that you say? “Hurts”? Does it hurt, little one? Oh, how you amuse me, Market Grilled.

Wow, that lip's split wide open and gushing blood. Gonna need stitches there – even so, it'll leave a nasty, ugly scar. But it will go nicely with the rest of you. What's that? You can't afford stitches? Market Grilled, you disgust me. That you would even think of paying for something. I see you have much to learn. You mean to say not one of your 0ccupier friends can help? No doctor in your midst from whom you may steal services? No worries. Go see Dear 0'Leader; I'm sure he'll fix you right up from his stash of stuff.

What did you just spit out? A broken canine. A dog tooth from our little 0ccupy dog. Now do you see why violence never solves anything? Wait – maybe in this instance it did. No worries, the broken thing looks rotten anyway. Ugh – Stinks too. Would've had to come out. I'll bill you for dental services, but you can fetch your broken tooth as a souvenir free of charge. I'm feeling generous today. Yes, I've just decided that I'm a doctor; a self-qualified 0bamacare doctor, one of the best you'll find anywhere. Eminently qualified, as I'm fond of saying about myself. If I say it, it must be so. Why look; I just printed a diploma that indicates I graduated summa cum laude from the Alpert Medical School at Brown University (Oh how amusing! Brown and green! Like mud and pond scum. Your colors, Market Grilled – chicken with a side of salad. Needs a wash, though; you won't pass health department codes) with a Doctorate in Medicine. Want me to stitch your lip, so you don't have to wait at the 0bamacare clinic? The lines are very long at those clinics. It's a lot like a DMV, but you've probably never been to one of those. You look too red “green” (with mold and mildew) to have ever soiled yourself by even stepping inside a motorized conveyance. No, I see and smell that you prefer to soil yourself in other ways. Hold on – I've got a rusty needle and this twine I've used to lash together the muddy gate-posts outside.

You don't want me to stitch you up? Well then. You may wipe your blood off the floor and depart.

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Pamalinsky wrote:Yes R.O.C.K. You got it! Except he's listening to it on his Mac. Lousy sound. Really wimpy.
Pamy, you're coming to the New Year's People's Party Theo's throwing at the Rancho, right?

R.O.C.K. promises the music will be much louder and deeper than any Apple could hope to be. Get off yer Mac and get on over here, y'hear?

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Father Prog Theocritus wrote:...what's this bit about "the love of your life"? That, Pamalinski, is Completely Ghostwritten Memories of My Father Who Abandoned Me, published under the name of His Awesomeness.

The sequel? ...and My Mother Too So My Grandmother, a Typical White Woman, Could Raise Her Hippie Daughter's Revenge Child.
Ha! Rheum of glee flows from my eyes as I RotFL!

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Father Prog Theocritus wrote:Krasnodar, they are at the Rancho. I have hired a special bartender named Michael Finn.

Excellent choice in bartender Theo, he mixes a splendid Kanadien Shark Soup!

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My New BFF is saving me the trouble of writing an autobiography.

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Market Grilled wrote:My New BFF is saving me the trouble of writing an autobiography.
One thing we Cubers may always rest assured of: The Proglodyte Market Grilled's world will first, last, and always revolve about itself.

Unscientific and Proggadocious simultaneously. It is the epitome of Progdom, always wanting, always whining, never satisfied.

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Father Prog Theocritus wrote:Krasnodar, do not trouble yourself about dear Redumdimski; little does he know it but he's in for an infestation of Jimmy Carter Nano Rabbits and the Talent Shitting Pigeons. He won't have time to press the button on the nukes, and after a few days of the rabbits hissing, "Nuclar! Nuclar!" with that grin like a raccoon eating fish guts out of a wire brush, just like Jimmih, he'll be quite mad.

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Redumdimski wrote:Oh, how clumsy of you. Your head slipped and your mouth punched my fist.
I see that you have cracked the secret of obfuscation with voice. This flows out of our grade-school education to avoid the passive because it conveys less meaning.

Well, that's why I love statement like, "Mistakes were made." Or, "there were some economies with the truth." Notice how no one claims agency, and we never do, until we can gloat over what we have shoved down people's throats, and It's For the Children™ for The Progressive World of Next Tuesday™ and it's Their Fair Share™.

Mix and match; who cares? It's all bullshit anyway. Have you noticed that His Oliness's goons all treat words as though they had no meaning? Well, they don't have a meaning until we pull it out of our ass. I've heard Nanski tell the most astonishing assortment of bald-faced lies about the economy but she's Nanski and so if it came out her mouth, which is completely interchangeable with her ass, it is codified as being one of the Iron Laws of the Universe.

Even if it's barking mad.

Did I tell you the story of the time that Nanski, recovering from a botox bender, fell out of bed and got up wrong? Her handlers actually put lipstick on her asshole, after her wig was on of course, and the only way that people found out was that her breath smelled sweeter.

Yes, proggery is always wanting, never being satisfied and always wanting. Well, why not? We are the efflorescence of Korrect Thought; we are the very culmination of the very best thinking in the history of the world. Because we say we are.

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Now for all of you fine, that is to say, dreadful, horrible, dishonest, sniveling, whining progs: listen up!

I have a dream. It is that that proggery will triumph because I don't like reason any more than a virus likes Keflex.

I know that we're autoencephaloproctological--that's a given--which means that we are in effect one huge self-regarding Moebius asshole.

You put your pointy head in in,
You put your pointy head out,
You put your pointy head in,
And you fart it all about.

This is how you do the Prog Hokey Pokey. And I do mean Pokey. The Holey Pokey? The Holey Poley?

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Theo.... you are endowed with the gift of imagery !

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Market Grilled wrote:
Father Prog Theocritus wrote:Krasnodar, do not trouble yourself about dear Redumdimski; little does he know it but he's in for an infestation of Jimmy Carter Nano Rabbits and the Talent Shitting Pigeons. He won't have time to press the button on the nukes, and after a few days of the rabbits hissing, "Nuclar! Nuclar!" with that grin like a raccoon eating fish guts out of a wire brush, just like Jimmih, he'll be quite mad.
(The M.G. crackup is proceeding ahead of schedule.)

M.G., my having fun at your expense is less challenging than firing a cannon at point-blank range at someone who is tied down and armed only with a pea shooter.

So I'll try a different tack.

Who is the most important person to you? Use your Prog-Off switch, it's time for honesty. Remember, many Kollektiv members know the truth. I want to find out if you do.

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Commissar Redumdimski wrote:
Market Grilled wrote:
Father Prog Theocritus wrote:Krasnodar, do not trouble yourself about dear Redumdimski; little does he know it but he's in for an infestation of Jimmy Carter Nano Rabbits and the Talent Shitting Pigeons. He won't have time to press the button on the nukes, and after a few days of the rabbits hissing, "Nuclar! Nuclar!" with that grin like a raccoon eating fish guts out of a wire brush, just like Jimmih, he'll be quite mad.
(The M.G. crackup is proceeding ahead of schedule.)

M.G., my having fun at your expense is less challenging than firing a cannon at point-blank range at someone who is tied down and armed only with a pea shooter.

So I'll try a different tack.

Who is the most important person to you? Use your Prog-Off switch, it's time for honesty. Remember, many Kollektiv members know the truth. I want to find out if you do.

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If you were one of the "Collective" that knew the truth, you'd have been aware that you do not disturb me one bit as compared to what others would do to you.
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Party-On Red,Dumb and could not hit the broad side of the sky!

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Market Grilled, I would advise you, as an up-and-coming prog, to be nicer to Redumdimski. You see what a complete and total mindless bastard he can be.

Pardon me while I finger tears from my eyes. The little progs grow up so fast. Why it was just yesterday that I recall giving RDD his first copy of More Words My Mentor Shoved In My Mouth Before I Learned to Love the TelePrompTer, by the Fresh Prince of Bill Ayers, His Awesomeness.

RDD did not of course read it; he put his hand on the cover and inhaled its great wisdom. It's now on a bookshelf with other prog books: Marx, Hitler, and the official biography of Kim Jong-Il, which tells us that he did not need actually to pee or poo. Above it all, you see.

Next to that is the biography of Mao, the darling Chairman who managed to murder, er, educate more people than any other person in history, including Uncle Joseph, and in Mao's biography it is revealed he never washed his privates, thinking that would cut down on his virility. But also if he slept with 1,000 virgins, he'd be immortal. Either that doesn't work, or it's a myth, or he couldn't manage the 1,000.

Alas, we'll never know. But I am working on a new version of the Jimmy Carter Nano Rabbits which use, well, nanotechnology to build more rabbits which will come into your house by force, tell you you owe something you don't to someone you don't know and that you're bad about not knowing it, and then taking what you have.

It's so hard training new goons. So I'm automating them. I may be Father Frankenprog.

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Father Prog Theocritus wrote:
It's so hard training new goons. So I'm automating them. I may be Father Frankenprog.

Automation, YES WE CAN! Frankly,that is where the future of the job market lies.


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Father Prog Theocritus wrote:I see that you have cracked the secret of obfuscation with voice. This flows out of our grade-school education to avoid the passive because it conveys less meaning.
Theo, of course I employed that instance of twisted, childish obfuscation since one must relate to another at the other's level to be understood.

Although it appears that the longer a young prole spends in the public indoctrination mill, the less informed and intelligent he becomes – somewhat like residing in California, as Pamalinsky noted – while simultaneously his desire to discover the world around him for himself diminishes. Instead of expanding minds, our “learning” institutions contract them until they focus only inward, as is properly Proggish. Perhaps it's partly due to the required Ritalin diet. We must have quiet, passive prole youngsters so they will properly absorb the courses of indoctrination that they are spoon-fed.

It must be good to be a Prog parent who doesn't have to deal with a noisy, troublesome young'un longer than it takes to drive to the pubic (not an omission) school, then in the afternoon drive from the school to the soccer field, then to swim practice, then to McDonald's, and then tuck the tired tyke into bed.

We're working on keeping the kid all day long so the parent has even less involvement. Dinners and all activities to be conducted at the schools.

Once we've built the dorms, we can phase out the parents entirely the moment our new subjects are born. The crèche you referred to earlier will be reality. The 0ccupier training mill will be in full, glorious, Progressive World of Next Tuesday™-producing operation. There will be no escape.

As you Korrektly noted,
Father Prog Theocritus wrote:Well, that's why I love statement like, "Mistakes were made." Or, "there were some economies with the truth." Notice how no one claims agency, and we never do, until we can gloat over what we have shoved down people's throats, and It's For the Children™ for The Progressive World of Next Tuesday™ and it's Their Fair Share™.
Father Theo, regarding the remainder of your statement concerning His 0liness and Nanski that's not quoted here, I fear something: I actually feel myself getting smarter. Perhaps that's okay, as everything we Progs can claim is existence is based solely on feeling. So as long as I only feel like my knowledge and intelligence are expanding, without those things occurring in fact, I may rest easy in the knowledge that I am still carrying out the mandate of the True Prog.

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Father Prog Theocritus wrote:Now for all of you fine, that is to say, dreadful, horrible, dishonest, sniveling, whining progs: listen up!

I have a dream. It is that that proggery will triumph because I don't like reason any more than a virus likes Keflex.

I know that we're autoencephaloproctological--that's a given--which means that we are in effect one huge self-regarding Moebius asshole.

You put your pointy head in in,
You put your pointy head out,
You put your pointy head in,
And you fart it all about.

This is how you do the Prog Hokey Pokey. And I do mean Pokey. The Holey Pokey? The Holey Poley?
That bears repeating. The entire exercise is so Prog-enforcing, so essential to our very natures, that it cannot be stressed enough, nor repeated enough.

It is a glorious Prog song that must be turned into an aerobic dance exercise. Or perhaps it would be anaerobic. Again I feel myself getting smarter.

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Market Grilled wrote:If you were one of the "Collective" that knew the truth, you'd have been aware that you do not disturb me one bit as compared to what others would do to yo u.

Party-On Red,Dumb and could not hit the broad side of the sky!
(Cubers, isn't it fascinating how the stupid invariably believe they are smart and everyone else is dumb? Truly a Prog characteristic, one of the many Market Grilled possesses. Thank Lenin that stupidity is not a common Cuber characteristic. As we know, mindless bastardy is.)

Of course Market Grilled; it's so obvious your scribblings are the product of a rational mind. Just look at the quote from you above. It is a prototypical example of how to randomly grab words to form incoherent, ambiguous sentences. I would expect one who is so fond of parts of speech to be more capable of utilizing them Korrektly. Oh, but of course no one would ever look at those sentences and think their author was in any way disturbed. All would gasp at how literate and lyrical you are.

Bravo M.G.! You have proven my point without even realizing it, as is your modus operandi. That is, in so far as you operate at all. Plus, the rapidity and vehemence (to the deformedly small degree you are capable of mustering up vehemence) of your reply belie your statement regarding your not being “disturb”ed. By the way, you are yourself bringing up that you are “disturb”ed, just less so when compared to “others”, while claiming that I had no part in it. Certainly I had not accused you of being so previously, at least not in this thread. No other Cuber contributing to this thread accused you of being “disturb”ed either. So I suppose your mini-rant (as opposed to my maxi-rant), which is all you are capable of producing, is directed at no one at all. Still, thanks for bringing your disturbed state to everyone's attention.

You have indicated that the amorphous, unnamed “others” you mention are much more disturbed than you in comparison to you, in your own statement. I wonder how they feel about you diming them out? Or do they only exist in what passes for your mind?

We Progs are a sniveling, cowardly breed, and admire those whose thuggery can be used to prod them to mindlessly take on our enemies. And you take that to a new low. But you seem incapable of conceiving when it's time for the pleasure of seeing the pain in your enemy's eyes from the damage you inflict on him with your own bloodied fist.

Just for your information, with no illusion on my part that you will receive it: petty, amorphous, baseless threats are the refuge of weaklings and incompetents. That is especially evident in your case as you allude that “others” will do the dirty work you're too cowardly and weak to do yourself. At least I gave you the courtesy of splitting your lip and knocking out your rotten tooth myself. I even offered to stitch up the damage for you afterward. Ask Krasno; I've never offered him that sort of bonhomie.

You are seeking strength and solace in your own limply imagined 0ccupier “Collective”, I see. There is no loyalty there. You have banded together in a fraudulent non-structure whose only goal is chaos and destruction. All Progs are anarchists, but you 0ccupiers don't even know how to manage anarchy.

I find it interesting that you mention “truth” when you are completely unaware of what the concept of truth signifies. But I would expect nothing more from you.

And since the “sky” is all around us (you do not specify at what level it begins for you), even you can touch or “hit” the “broad side” (that pretty much means any earthly air at all) of the sky without even trying, which is how you roll. In any event, I wasn't aiming at the broad side of the sky. I was aiming at you. And I see I hit my mark.

Apparently you are a Cube 0ccupy troll whose only function is to “contribute” useless, off-topic, banal, self-indulgent filler. Frankly I'd rather expand the size and quantity of my posted pages through the quality contributions of those capable of thought, as others have done here, so I am less than grateful for the filler you provide.

Market Grilled, since you are unable to answer the simplest question, or to deal with any reality, and unable to pull anything but stinky, formless, runny illogic (not even Prog Logic, or Progic) from your own anus, you have proven yourself unfit for advancement in the Cubic Prog Kingdom.

However, to amuse myself and abuse you (since you are beneath help, and beneath even contempt, and though you will fail to recognize the truth of that), I will continue to ask you questions when you post some drivel at me and I will ensure those questions are directed to your excruciatingly limited level of understanding without expecting a cogent reply. In return, I will grace you as you have me by not attempting to address anything you may write – not that you'll write anything worthy of reply. This is the way of all Progs everywhere – ignore what's happening beyond your nose and concentrate, with whatever limited ability you have, on only your own small mental space. You may have forgotten since it is further up the page, but Father Prog wrote a rather flatulent song about it.

Unlike you, whose lack of “disturb”ance caused you to reply so quickly and with meek, formlessly vague anger and a meaningless threat to be conducted by others to my posting to you, I may let you simmer for a while before I reply to you in future, as I have on this occasion. But at least from now on my postings that include you will likely be briefer. (Kollektiv sigh of relief from Cubers who've made it this far. Surely Market Grilled hasn't – at least not at the first sitting.)

Then when I next receive your brief sputterng of illogic in reply, I will answer my own question for you and grace you with my wisdom. But fear not. I know no wisdom or understanding, even in Proggery, can find its way into your neuron-starved cranium. I do this not to entertain you, but myself (Prog Off), and hopefully other members of the Kollektiv.

I had hopes for you despite all evidence to the contrary, Market Grilled. But you have irrevocably proven to be an unworthy lackey, and you could not aspire to anything higher. You are and always will be only an 0ccupussy.

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Father Prog Theocritus wrote:Pardon me while I finger tears from my eyes. The little progs grow up so fast. Why it was just yesterday that I recall giving RDD his first copy of More Words My Mentor Shoved In My Mouth Before I Learned to Love the TelePrompTer, by the Fresh Prince of Bill Ayers, His Awesomeness.

RDD did not of course read it; he put his hand on the cover and inhaled its great wisdom. It's now on a bookshelf with other prog books: Marx, Hitler, and the official biography of Kim Jong-Il…
Ah, the heady days of my Prog youth, Theocritus. Incomparable. What I have learned through the osmotic assimilation of those tomes has made me ten times nastier than I could have possibly achieved if merely left to marinate in the wild. Those musty books exude Proggery in such prodigious quantities that the mere whiff of them enhances my meanness and steels my villainy.

Theo, I will forever be indebted to you. But since I take no responsibility for myself, don't expect any benefit to accrue to you for your tutelage and kindness.

Father Prog Theocritus wrote: I am working on a new version of the Jimmy Carter Nano Rabbits which use, well, nanotechnology to build more rabbits which will come into your house by force, tell you you owe something you don't to someone you don't know and that you're bad about not knowing it, and then taking what you have.

It's so hard training new goons. So I'm automating them. I may be Father Frankenprog.
Yes, automation to produce automatons. Appropriate. Tell me, Father Frankenprog, is Market Grilled Chicken one of your Jimmy Carter Nano Rabbit experiments gone awry / turned Chicken? That would explain its cowardice (related to Jodin Morey?) and neuter nature (again, related to Jodin Morey?). And it does seem to have an affinity for that JCNR attack threat you blessed me with a short while back.

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Commissar Redumdimski wrote: Ha! Rheum of glee flows from my eyes as I RotFL!
For once, I am actually speechless.

That stuff come in a Family Pack?

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R.O.C.K. in the USSA wrote:
Commissar Redumdimski wrote: Ha! Rheum of glee flows from my eyes as I RotFL!
For once, I am actually speechless.

That stuff come in a Family Pack?
Speechless? What does that mean...?

R.O.C.K., blame Father Theo. He is inspiration to me as to countless other Progs. His style of elocution does tend to rub off on one. And no, I don't mean Bruno.

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Commissar Redumdimski wrote:
Market Grilled wrote:If you were one of the "Collective" that knew the truth, you'd have been aware that you do not disturb me one bit as compared to what others would do to yo u.

Party-On Red,Dumb and could not hit the broad side of the sky!
(Cubers, isn't it fascinating how the stupid invariably believe they are smart and everyone else is dumb? Truly a Prog characteristic, one of the many Market Grilled possesses. Thank Lenin that stupidity is not a common Cuber characteristic. As we know, mindless bastardy is.)

Of course Market Grilled; it's so obvious your scribblings are the product of a rational mind. Just look at the quote from you above. It is a prototypical example of how to randomly grab words to form incoherent, ambiguous sentences. I would expect one who is so fond of parts of speech to be more capable of utilizing them Korrektly. Oh, but of course no one would ever look at those sentences and think their author was in any way disturbed. All would gasp at how literate and lyrical you are.

Bravo M.G.! You have proven my point without even realizing it, as is your modus operandi. That is, in so far as you operate at all. Plus, the rapidity and vehemence (to the deformedly small degree you are capable of mustering up vehemence) of your reply belie your statement regarding your not being “disturb”ed. By the way, you are yourself bringing up that you are “disturb”ed, just less so when compared to “others”, while claiming that I had no part in it. Certainly I had not accused you of being so previously, at least not in this thread. No other Cuber contributing to this thread accused you of being “disturb”ed either. So I suppose your mini-rant (as opposed to my maxi-rant), which is all you are capable of producing, is directed at no one at all. Still, thanks for bringing your disturbed state to everyone's attention.

You have indicated that the amorphous, unnamed “others” you mention are much more disturbed than you in comparison to you, in your own statement. I wonder how they feel about you diming them out? Or do they only exist in what passes for your mind?

We Progs are a sniveling, cowardly breed, and admire those whose thuggery can be used to prod them to mindlessly take on our enemies. And you take that to a new low. But you seem incapable of conceiving when it's time for the pleasure of seeing the pain in your enemy's eyes from the damage you inflict on him with your own bloodied fist.

Just for your information, with no illusion on my part that you will receive it: petty, amorphous, baseless threats are the refuge of weaklings and incompetents. That is especially evident in your case as you allude that “others” will do the dirty work you're too cowardly and weak to do yourself. At least I gave you the courtesy of splitting your lip and knocking out your rotten tooth myself. I even offered to stitch up the damage for you afterward. Ask Krasno; I've never offered him that sort of bonhomie.

You are seeking strength and solace in your own limply imagined 0ccupier “Collective”, I see. There is no loyalty there. You have banded together in a fraudulent non-structure whose only goal is chaos and destruction. All Progs are anarchists, but you 0ccupiers don't even know how to manage anarchy.

I find it interesting that you mention “truth” when you are completely unaware of what the concept of truth signifies. But I would expect nothing more from you.

And since the “sky” is all around us (you do not specify at what level it begins for you), even you can touch or “hit” the “broad side” (that pretty much means any earthly air at all) of the sky without even trying, which is how you roll. In any event, I wasn't aiming at the broad side of the sky. I was aiming at you. And I see I hit my mark.

Apparently you are a Cube 0ccupy troll whose only function is to “contribute” useless, off-topic, banal, self-indulgent filler. Frankly I'd rather expand the size and quantity of my posted pages through the quality contributions of those capable of thought, as others have done here, so I am less than grateful for the filler you provide.

Market Grilled, since you are unable to answer the simplest question, or to deal with any reality, and unable to pull anything but stinky, formless, runny illogic (not even Prog Logic, or Progic) from your own anus, you have proven yourself unfit for advancement in the Cubic Prog Kingdom.

However, to amuse myself and abuse you (since you are beneath help, and beneath even contempt, and though you will fail to recognize the truth of that), I will continue to ask you questions when you post some drivel at me and I will ensure those questions are directed to your excruciatingly limited level of understanding without expecting a cogent reply. In return, I will grace you as you have me by not attempting to address anything you may write – not that you'll write anything worthy of reply. This is the way of all Progs everywhere – ignore what's happening beyond your nose and concentrate, with whatever limited ability you have, on only your own small mental space. You may have forgotten since it is further up the page, but Father Prog wrote a rather flatulent song about it.

Unlike you, whose lack of “disturb”ance caused you to reply so quickly and with meek, formlessly vague anger and a meaningless threat to be conducted by others to my posting to you, I may let you simmer for a while before I reply to you in future, as I have on this occasion. But at least from now on my postings that include you will likely be briefer. (Kollektiv sigh of relief from Cubers who've made it this far. Surely Market Grilled hasn't – at least not at the first sitting.)

Then when I next receive your brief sputterng of illogic in reply, I will answer my own question for you and grace you with my wisdom. But fear not. I know no wisdom or understanding, even in Proggery, can find its way into your neuron-starved cranium. I do this not to entertain you, but myself (Prog Off), and hopefully other members of the Kollektiv.

I had hopes for you despite all evidence to the contrary, Market Grilled. But you have irrevocably proven to be an unworthy lackey, and you could not aspire to anything higher. You are and always will be only an 0ccupussy.

I don't know about YOU, but it was well worth my while to have NOT have read this.....

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Market Grilled wrote:I don't know about YOU, but it was well worth my while to have NOT have read this.....
Q: What should you expect in return if you ask an 0ccupier a question?

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Avoiding the issue of your insult to Billy C.?

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Redumdimski wrote:Instead of expanding minds, our “learning” institutions contract them until they focus only inward, as is properly Proggish. Perhaps it's partly due to the required Ritalin diet. We must have quiet, passive prole youngsters so they will properly absorb the courses of indoctrination that they are spoon-fed.
Quite right. The essential triumph of the self-entitled, resentful and passive nature of the state-raised prog is illustrated by the young man who, in California, ran off the road in a mountainous area. His car went perhaps 100' down the side and was obscured from the road.

No one came looking to save him in three days, so he got out of his car and walked to the road and flagged someone down.

This is the prog version of "The Little Red Hen." She grew the grain, harvested it, thrashed it, milled it, and then baked bread. Then she didn't want to give it away to people who were better than she was because they had not done what she had.

That's proggery, dear comrades; that's proggery. She achieved something, she made something, which was an insult to the people who couldn't do it because they were, uh, busy watching her do it.

Now we have kids so passive that one waited three whole days before climbing out of his car to save himself.

That young man is star material. He's the Next Oliness. As is said when one converts to Catholicism, one goes to Rome.This kid went to Shitcago.

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The key lesson to be learned here kids, is to stand idly by the side and let the combatant parties wear each other out to the point of unconsciousness, then swipe.......re-distribute everything they've got to yourself.

All of the stuff - none of the fuss.

( Remember this : A master prog should only go as far as to look like he's involved. Much like our FLOTUS blossom Mooshelle and her dietary mandates for the underlings, or better yet as her husband does with presidential decisions that may actually be of benefit to others besides himself. )

Krasnodar out.

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Yes, Krasnodar.

Let's try a thought experiment. A footpad aims a gun at your head and relieves you of your purse. That's a mugging and it's a felony.

A prog on the other hand uses words, intimidation, lies, insinuations, and the (stuffed) ballot box to get people who have been hired with YOUR money to put a gun, which YOU bought, to YOUR head, to relieve you of YOUR purse, to do things which you might not want done.

Is that a highwayman? No. It's a progressive and what he's doing is not a felony. NOT doing what he's doing shows you're mean and selfish and not paying "your fair share."

So. The only difference between a footpad and a progressive is one removal of force. Oh, and the footpad had to furnish his own gun instead of having it paid for by his "host."

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Father Prog Theocritus wrote: That young man is star material. He's the Next Oliness.
Bear in mind that one can only be the next Oliness if one is a MADE Oliness, like Dear Leader. It's one thing to have all the qualifications, but another entirely to be picked, groomed, placed, and mediafied (elected).

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Do you not think it possible that His Oliness really has been The Prog That Will Come? As Mark Morford says, he's a Lightworker. He teaches us to be better, to feel better, to evolve in better ways. And I wish I were enough of a prog to make that one up. He really gets all the credit.

Obama may really be something that descended from a chariot of the gods, to deliver earth from its, oh, hell, freedom and money. And what's wrong with that?


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Fellow Cubers™ of all things good and just, I just saw this photo of an innocent young girl in Iowa WHOSE VOICE WAS STOLEN BY THE 1% TEA PARTY RETHUGLIKKKANS!!!

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How low can they go, comrades?!? Are there no depths to which they will not sink in their evil quest to have 1% control the other 99%??? Are no foul deeds too dastardly???

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Another thought experiment. If you, of course only to put it to better use, "rescued" her purse, would she continue to remain mute? If you, of course only by accident, tread heavily on her toes, would she also remain silent?

Hmm. I'm getting interested in this. There are such possibilities.

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Father Theo, of course none of us would do these things which you jokingly and hypothetically suggest, and yet it reminded me of what an "acquaintance" of mine once said when speaking about didactic reasoning verses the so-much-more-realistic and popular in academe dialectic thought - when someone says "Well, that's my truth; yours may be different", ask them for a $20.00 bill; put it in your pocket, and turn and walk away. When they yell and want "their" money back, simply point out that it's all relative, and that YOUR truth is that the $20.00 was actually yours to begin with.

As I said - evil, evil, evil. Why can't we all just love one another?

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Father Prog Theocritus wrote:Now we have kids so passive that one waited three whole days before climbing out of his car to save himself.

That young man is star material. He's the Next Oliness. As is said when one converts to Catholicism, one goes to Rome.This kid went to Sh!tcago.
Today, an 0ccupier. Tomorrow, a Made 0ccupier. (As R.O.C.K. Korrektly pointed out, being made is a prerequisite. Seems to me, Theo, you've got what it takes to 0ccupy the White Crib, which leads us to...) The day after tomorrow, the next 0ccupier-in-Chief, aka PATUS.

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Father Prog Theocritus wrote:Yes, Krasnodar.

Let's try a thought experiment. A footpad aims a gun at your head and relieves you of your purse. That's a mugging and it's a felony.

A prog on the other hand uses words, intimidation, lies, insinuations, and the (stuffed) ballot box to get people who have been hired with YOUR money to put a gun, which YOU bought, to YOUR head, to relieve you of YOUR purse, to do things which you might not want done.

Is that a highwayman? No. It's a progressive and what he's doing is not a felony. NOT doing what he's doing shows you're mean and selfish and not paying "your fair share."

So. The only difference between a footpad and a progressive is one removal of force. Oh, and the footpad had to furnish his own gun instead of having it paid for by his "host."
Theo, it makes one proud to be a Prog in this precursor to the Progressive World of Next Tuesday™. Isn't it wonderful to live in such a time as this – hatred of God (the very concept of a personal, loving, saving God is anathema to us; we are to be the only gods) and morals; chaos; debauchery; destruction of society; theft of wealth we don't earn, then making laws out of whole cloth to justify the theft we commit; the demonization of producers; dumbing down an entire country so that they love us and hate everyone we hate – that is, almost everyone; smelly, disgusting, dehumanizing, anarchic 0ccupations; the stultifying regulations and overburdening of the market by bureaucracies we feed and nurture and love; living as we want and telling everyone else they must live as we say or we will incarcerate them.

What a disgusting thing - the US of KKK, an entire nation offering opportunities for success to the little people - is to Progs everywhere. That's why I soil myself with joy as I survey an entire country (the last, our Prog Final Frontier) that prospered and took all the world that wanted to succeed with it for the ride, and see that its annihilation is nearly complete! Let the righteous Prog destruction of the US of KKK continue and continue to accelerate!

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Market Grilled Chicken wrote:A motion must always be seconded......
Q: What should you expect in return if you ask an 0ccupier a question?
A: A smelly expulsion of crap.

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Father Prog Theocritus wrote:Obama may really be something that descended from a chariot of the gods, to deliver earth from its, oh, hell, freedom and money. And what's wrong with that?
Image Yes, Theo, your Korrekt statement can be untwisted so as to express additional truth: 0bama is descended from a chariot of the Progs to deliver us to hell on earth.

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Redumdimski wrote:What a disgusting thing - the US of KKK, an entire nation offering opportunities for success to the little people - is to Progs everywhere.
Yes, yes, yes. You have hit the summum bonum of proggery.

Strike the pose and look down the nose,
At those whom you're going to hose.

We're all crayfish here. You know, the crustaceans so nasty that when you put a mess of them in a bucket and one tries to crawl out, the others pull him back down. No success permitted.

Some religions state that there are only so many positions in heaven. We all know that there are only so many positions of proggery, or privileged proggery around. And unfortunately the number will decrease as we, uh, refine, yes, that's it, refine our understanding of being a prog and eliminate, er, reassign to more useful duties any that we can move out of the way.

Here's the essential difference between a prog and an American as America once was. America once was a land where you had opportunity if you only tried. We are of course determined to make it into a land where you can succeed only insofar as you are, first, sufficiently good at anilingus to work your way up. After all, your mouth is good for two things and when you're not screaming for The People, then you ought to be applying it to one of two things about midway up a Made Prog's body.

Notice the difference in competence. Say there is a new Steve Jobs who has ideas, who knows what to do, who has a vision, and who ruthlessly follows it. He has a goal.

With enough regulation, which we don't even have to get through Congress anymore, thanks to that totalitarian woman at EPA, we can make sure that Jobs II doesn't have time to create anything because he's got his tongue inserted as far as possible between my butt cheeks.

Because I'm Father Prog Theocritus. I'm a Prog grandee. I exist therefore I am owed. Sum ergo debeor.

That's what the proles believe too, but I have the first lien on the public purse.

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Father Prog Theocritus wrote:
Redumdimski wrote:What a disgusting thing - the US of KKK, an entire nation offering opportunities for success to the little people - is to Progs everywhere.
Yes, yes, yes. You have hit the summum bonum of proggery.

Strike the pose and look down the nose,
At those whom you're going to hose.
Father Prog, you do so delight my childish Proggish enjoyment of assonance! (NOTE: I am not referring to the orifice from which I produce Reality.)

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Assonance is the name of the Democratic House Members' Chorus.

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ImageHa! Too true, Theo. But they do not rhyme, they do not harmonize, and they cannot carry a tune. But boy, do their voices belch out noxious breathings of hoax and chains for the rest of us!

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Commissar Redumdimski wrote:ImageHa! Too true, Theo. But they do not rhyme, they do not harmonize, and they cannot carry a tune. But boy, do their voices belch out noxious breathings of hoax and chains for the rest of us!
HA! You go Redumdi! Brilliant reply! X!

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What I think that the comrades here fail to see is how broad a solution is the fact that reality comes out our asses.

There's a lot to reality, you know, and so that means a big hole. And that means that something can go in it.

We all know that dear Oleader has had Nanski's hand up his ass since 2007, and Harry Reid's too. Sometimes it's double penetration. You can, I was told by Jay Carney on his last visit to the Rancho, drunk, and boy does he have a right, on Everclear and Nyquil, that when Nanski and Harry have a D-P scene with Barry the White House media room--did you know they do their own media creation and pool reporting?--has to aim the camera high lest anyone think that Dear Oleader's Adam's apple is entirely too active.

The weirdest time, Jay confided in me, after I had the barkeep Michael Finn work his magic, was when Sigourney Weaver was at the Rancho. She'd passed out, of course; she's just made the sequel de nous jours to Gorillas in the Mist.. It's Kennedys in the Canadian Mist and I'm afraid that she picked up some bad habits.

She stirred herself off the floor, muttering some bilge about sea bilge, and saw Dear Oleader's chest, with his double-penetration by Nanski and Harry's arms, saw the pulsation in his chest, and screamed, "Oh. My. God. Run! I've been there before! Run! It's hatching!"

She fled the room, but hearing that, Bruno came in on his 6" platform mules. "Theocritus! Theocritus! Has the Prog Will Come Come?"

Then I passed out but it was from sensory overload. I was stone-cold sober. Chemical impairment is not useful when you're picking locks or pockets. Despite what Chris Dodd says.

But then I've never killed a woman in a creek, so that might do it... Have to be a Senator though.

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Father Prog Theocritus wrote:What I think that the comrades here fail to see is how broad a solution is the fact that reality comes out our asses.

There's a lot to reality, you know, and so that means a big hole. And that means that something can go in it.

All of Father Prog TheoCactus' Words of Wisdom combined will be completely useful once Applied!

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Commissar Redumdimski wrote: Theo, it makes one proud to be a Prog in this precursor to the Progressive World of Next Tuesday™. Isn't it wonderful to live in such a time as this – hatred of God (the very concept of a personal, loving, saving God is anathema to us; we are to be the only gods) and morals; chaos; debauchery; destruction of society; theft of wealth we don't earn, then making laws out of whole cloth to justify the theft we commit;

Newt teared up on this subject Today on the TV, and here you are on the very same subject, yet sort of twisted in such a fashion that makes it sound as though you are saying one thing, and yet are truly playing people's emotions to cry along with Newt.

Speaking of The Crying game on TV this week,
1. The Rivers of Korea of The North must be littered with crocodiles.
2. Heads must roll at CNN for re-broadcasting footage of the MTE at a less-than-strong moment.

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R.O.C.K. in the USSA wrote:"Stay Down" has major ear worm potential... you've been warned :)

I would now like to suggest Slo Burn's Pilot The Dune off the LP, Amusing The Amazing.

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Father Prog Theocritus wrote:The weirdest time, Jay confided in me, after I had the barkeep Michael Finn work his magic, was when Sigourney Weaver was at the Rancho. She'd passed out, of course; she's just made the sequel de nous jours to Gorillas in the Mist.. It's Kennedys in the Canadian Mist and I'm afraid that she picked up some bad habits.

She stirred herself off the floor, muttering some bilge about sea bilge, and saw Dear Oleader's chest, with his double-penetration by Nanski and Harry's arms, saw the pulsation in his chest, and screamed, "Oh. My. God. Run! I've been there before! Run! It's hatching!"

She fled the room, but hearing that, Bruno came in on his 6" platform mules. "Theocritus! Theocritus! Has the Prog Will Come Come?"

Then I passed out but it was from sensory overload. I was stone-cold sober. Chemical impairment is not useful when you're picking locks or pockets. Despite what Chris Dodd says.
Theo, I believe you have the makings of a screenplay for the next Hammer Films horror fest.

Image Chestbursting Aliens. Vampires. Werewolves. Zombies. Dimocrats. Repubican'ts. They're all pretty much the same. They all want to consume everyone around them.

Sometimes it seems we're in the machine world of the Matrix, and the mainframe keeps glitching. But instead of déjà vu, the manifestation is monstrous tyranny. Wait - that is déjà vu. We - humankind - just keep on submitting to tyranny's horrors, time and time again. We Elite Progs here at the Cube know we haven't learned from history. So we - humankind - keep repeating it. Hoping that this time something will change and we'll get it right. After all, we're so much smarter than our forebears.

And in our repetition, while expecting different results, we prove ourselves insane.

Our fellow travelers of most every generation refuse to learn, or are prevented from learning, that tyranny is always the result when the natural, unregenerate man is allowed by his fellows to rule over them.

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Pamalinsky wrote:HA! You go Redumdi! Brilliant reply! X!
Thanks Pamy. An X for you too!

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Market Grilled Chicken wrote:Newt teared up on this subject Today on the TV, and here you are on the very same subject, yet sort of twisted in such a fashion that makes it sound as though you are saying one thing, and yet are truly playing people's emotions to cry along with Newt.

Speaking of The Crying game on TV this week,
1. The Rivers of Korea of The North must be littered with crocodiles.
2. Heads must roll at CNN for re-broadcasting footage of the MTE at a less-than-strong moment.
Image "Seeing that many glory after the flesh, I will glory also. For you suffer fools gladly, seeing you yourselves are wise. For you accept it, if a man brings you into bondage, if a man devours you, if a man takes from you, if a man exalts himself, if a man strikes you on the face." - St. Paul, II Cor 11:18 - 20

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Commissar Redumdimski wrote:
Father Prog Theocritus wrote:The weirdest time, Jay confided in me, after I had the barkeep Michael Finn work his magic, was when Sigourney Weaver was at the Rancho. She'd passed out, of course; she's just made the sequel de nous jours to Gorillas in the Mist.. It's Kennedys in the Canadian Mist and I'm afraid that she picked up some bad habits.

She stirred herself off the floor, muttering some bilge about sea bilge, and saw Dear Oleader's chest, with his double-penetration by Nanski and Harry's arms, saw the pulsation in his chest, and screamed, "Oh. My. God. Run! I've been there before! Run! It's hatching!"

She fled the room, but hearing that, Bruno came in on his 6" platform mules. "Theocritus! Theocritus! Has the Prog Will Come Come?"

Then I passed out but it was from sensory overload. I was stone-cold sober. Chemical impairment is not useful when you're picking locks or pockets. Despite what Chris Dodd says.
Theo, I believe you have the makings of a screenplay for the next Hammer Films horror fest.

Image Chestbursting Aliens. Vampires. Werewolves. Zombies. Dimocrats. Repubican'ts. They're all pretty much the same. They all want to consume everyone around them.

Sometimes it seems we're in the machine world of the Matrix, and the mainframe keeps glitching. But instead of déjà vu, the manifestation is monstrous tyranny. Wait - that is déjà vu. We - humankind - just keep on submitting to tyranny's horrors, time and time again. We Elite Progs here at the Cube know we haven't learned from history. So we - humankind - keep repeating it. Hoping that this time something will change and we'll get it right. After all, we're so much smarter than our forebears.

And in our repetition, while expecting different results, we prove ourselves insane.

Our fellow travelers of most every generation refuse to learn, or are prevented from learning, that tyranny is always the result when the natural, unregenerate man is allowed by his fellows to rule over them.

Image 1 Corinthians 2:15
But he that is Spiritual judgeth all things, yet he himself is judged of no man.
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Commissar Redumdimski wrote:
Pamalinsky wrote:HA! You go Redumdi! Brilliant reply! X!
Commissar Redumdimski wrote:
Pamalinsky wrote:HA! You go Redumdi! Brilliant reply! X!
Thanks Pamy. An X for you too!
Thanks Pamy. An X for you too!
Marking Territory or Targets?

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Market Grilled Chicken wrote:
Commissar Redumdimski wrote:
Father Prog Theocritus wrote:The weirdest time, Jay confided in me, after I had the barkeep Michael Finn work his magic, was when Sigourney Weaver was at the Rancho. She'd passed out, of course; she's just made the sequel de nous jours to Gorillas in the Mist.. It's Kennedys in the Canadian Mist and I'm afraid that she picked up some bad habits.

She stirred herself off the floor, muttering some bilge about sea bilge, and saw Dear Oleader's chest, with his double-penetration by Nanski and Harry's arms, saw the pulsation in his chest, and screamed, "Oh. My. God. Run! I've been there before! Run! It's hatching!"

She fled the room, but hearing that, Bruno came in on his 6" platform mules. "Theocritus! Theocritus! Has the Prog Will Come Come?"

Then I passed out but it was from sensory overload. I was stone-cold sober. Chemical impairment is not useful when you're picking locks or pockets. Despite what Chris Dodd says.
Theo, I believe you have the makings of a screenplay for the next Hammer Films horror fest.

Image Chestbursting Aliens. Vampires. Werewolves. Zombies. Dimocrats. Repubican'ts. They're all pretty much the same. They all want to consume everyone around them.

Sometimes it seems we're in the machine world of the Matrix, and the mainframe keeps glitching. But instead of déjà vu, the manifestation is monstrous tyranny. Wait - that is déjà vu. We - humankind - just keep on submitting to tyranny's horrors, time and time again. We Elite Progs here at the Cube know we haven't learned from history. So we - humankind - keep repeating it. Hoping that this time something will change and we'll get it right. After all, we're so much smarter than our forebears.

And in our repetition, while expecting different results, we prove ourselves insane.

Our fellow travelers of most every generation refuse to learn, or are prevented from learning, that tyranny is always the result when the natural, unregenerate man is allowed by his fellows to rule over them.

Image 1 Corinthians 2:15
But he that is Spiritual judgeth all things, yet he himself is judged of no man.
Image
Commissar Redumdimski wrote:
Pamalinsky wrote:HA! You go Redumdi! Brilliant reply! X!
[ quote="Commissar Redumdimski"]
Pamalinsky wrote:HA! You go Redumdi! Brilliant reply! X!
Thanks Pamy. An X for you too!
Thanks Pamy. An X for you too!
Marking Territory or Targets?[/quote]

But apparently Market Grilled Chicken didn't know how to use the quote tool. What it probably wanted was more like this:

Market Grilled Chicken wrote:
Commissar Redumdimski wrote:
Father Prog Theocritus wrote:The weirdest time, Jay confided in me, after I had the barkeep Michael Finn work his magic, was when Sigourney Weaver was at the Rancho. She'd passed out, of course; she's just made the sequel de nous jours to Gorillas in the Mist.. It's Kennedys in the Canadian Mist and I'm afraid that she picked up some bad habits.

She stirred herself off the floor, muttering some bilge about sea bilge, and saw Dear Oleader's chest, with his double-penetration by Nanski and Harry's arms, saw the pulsation in his chest, and screamed, "Oh. My. God. Run! I've been there before! Run! It's hatching!"

She fled the room, but hearing that, Bruno came in on his 6" platform mules. "Theocritus! Theocritus! Has the Prog Will Come Come?"

Then I passed out but it was from sensory overload. I was stone-cold sober. Chemical impairment is not useful when you're picking locks or pockets. Despite what Chris Dodd says.
Theo, I believe you have the makings of a screenplay for the next Hammer Films horror fest.

Image Chestbursting Aliens. Vampires. Werewolves. Zombies. Dimocrats. Repubican'ts. They're all pretty much the same. They all want to consume everyone around them.

Sometimes it seems we're in the machine world of the Matrix, and the mainframe keeps glitching. But instead of déjà vu, the manifestation is monstrous tyranny. Wait - that is déjà vu. We - humankind - just keep on submitting to tyranny's horrors, time and time again. We Elite Progs here at the Cube know we haven't learned from history. So we - humankind - keep repeating it. Hoping that this time something will change and we'll get it right. After all, we're so much smarter than our forebears.

And in our repetition, while expecting different results, we prove ourselves insane.

Our fellow travelers of most every generation refuse to learn, or are prevented from learning, that tyranny is always the result when the natural, unregenerate man is allowed by his fellows to rule over them.

Image 1 Corinthians 2:15
But he that is Spiritual judgeth all things, yet he himself is judged of no man.
Image
Pamalinsky wrote:HA! You go Redumdi! Brilliant reply! X!
Commissar Redumdimski wrote:Thanks Pamy. An X for you too!
Marking Territory or Targets?
My fellow Cubers, I wish to speak briefly to you in camera, as our esteemed Father Prog Theocritus might say.

Notice that while the Market Grilled Chicken 0ccupier troll infiltration unit makes itself a judge of all of us it spews its vile crap at, in an imaginary courtroom of its own devising, it has the arrogance to attempt to infer, as evidenced in those same replies to multiple Cube members, that we are judgmental. This is MGC's attempt to exercise the Prog prerogative - being guilty of that which it accuses others of engaging in. Here in this quoted posting it uses a misapplication of Scripture, thereby flaunting its ignorance, to attempt to advance its non-point which is (so typically with MGC) ineffective as it is not even germane as a reply to the post that it didn't reply to. And it is simultaneously rude to Pamalinsky.

I even had to Korrekt its usage of the quotation tool to make a little sense of its nonsense.

To more amusing matters, a riddle to start the new year with a smile:

Q: What's the difference between a socialist and an 0ccupier?


 
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