That sounds a lot like the urban legend about the priest peeing in his gas tank. That event didn’t really establish whether Atheists are Satanists or not. If you can, try to get a good look at their genitals. The penises of Satanists look like dog penises. No one knows what Atheist penises look like.
Aha! But see? That’s what I said you would say, and that’s not what I said at all. Please, if you’re going to say what I think, get it right. I think everyone knows the Atheist code words, “A ton of hay”. Can you explain why that sounds so much like “Anton LeVay”? Anyway, you’re getting off the topic, aren’t you?
Oh, darn, and here I thought there was going to be something simulating and provocative, and instead I get a parody of the “God of Frog’s” moronic thread.
I see that rjung also seems to agree with my premises.
If you really look at it, we’re all just brain stems, scurrying in and out of our houses of consciousness like cock roaches, not really knowing what we’ll find and content to eat dust if necessary.
Or by another analogy, we’re all just tempered ball bearings but with industrial strength lubricants and precision tolerances. And isn’t this what I’ve been explainininaining?
An Atheist both believes and doesn’t believe. (He believes in NoGod and doesn’t believe in God.) But isn’t that a paradox? How does he know that NoGod isn’t the same as God, rather than the other way around?
C’mon. Dagney may not have known when to shut up, but Dominique is the poster-child for “Psychotic Destructive Relationships”. I mean that whole “I love you, so I must destroy you.”/“And I love you, so your attempted destruction gives me hotpants!”/“Throw me down and ravage me like a rabit weasel in heat beloved!”/“I shall. But only after your destruction of me is…COMPLETE!” thing is Oprah-fodder.
Gimme Dagney and her Freudian railroad fixation any day. < sleazy voice > I gotta locomotive that’s ready to go into a…tunnel, if you get my drift < /sleazy voice>
Libertarian, you have vanquished ignorance! The Frog God has seen the light and decided to embrace reason, it stopped debating and started asking questions instead.
Praise the Lord [said the atheist]
Thanks for good entertainment dude! Your wit kicks ass!
Sparc, you’ve played the best comic foil in any of Lib’s parody threads. Until about your fourth post, I wasn’t entirely sure whether you were playing along or being whoosed.
Don’t ya just hate it when the morons decide to take your side in an argument?
Tris
“The greatest achievement of Kant was that he offered assurance to the common man that he was right, in words that the common man could never understand.” ~ Nietzsche ~
Wow, I never imagined a world in which I would be forced to choose between Dagny and Dominique. This is madness! Madness, I tell you!
But, in the end, Dagny wins it for boldly wearing the bracelet of Rearden Steel. Three words: headstrong love slave. Yum. But I’ve always felt that Dominique was hotter. I think it was the statue, egging me on, telling me to worship her. Or something.
Finally, it is obvious that satanists are atheists. The opposite of having belief in god is having no belief in god, and since the devil is the opposite of god, then atheists are satanists.
Dominique is a weird, spoiled, rich-kid. Dagny is a tough-as-nails/tender-as-butter hard workin’ mega-babe, at home getting her fingernails dirty by repairing her railroad OR at a fancy dress ball.
It comes to this: Dominique is Veronica, and Dagny is Betty. And objectively, every rational Archie would choose Romantic Love with Betty over Self-Sacrificing Love with Veronica.
Okay, so now it seems that you’re attempting to apply Riverdale High logic to the question and, frankly, you’re sounding a bit like Principal Weatherbee. Dominique is the woman Veronica could only hope to be if she were both truly committed to her ID and, on an equal level, insane. Sure, you could eventually settle down with Dagny as one would Betty, but the short, wild ride with Veronique would be worth the loss of a quiet and peaceful (yet increasingly prosaic) future with Dagtty.
Dominique is the full character realization of Malamud’s Memo from The Natural. “I’m a twisted tree,” Memo says at one point. Not good enough. Dominique is a twisted tree and she’s poisoning the visiting wildlife. Yum.
And as erislover poignantly writes, Dominique’s statue is a great selling point. When the psycho finally jumps from the off-kilter merry-go-round that is your relationship, you at least have the statue with which to remember her by. All Dagny would leave is that bracelet. I vote statue. Kind of a granite porn.
