When I joined this message board, I thought I was a pretty sharp arguer. Reality intervened. I then vowed to become the most powerful debater I could. Now, I will settle for making arguments that are indistinguishable from sweetly reasoned ones. Such is the sad trajectory of my life.
Nonsense. Your arguments are as good as any. Better than most. You’re open minded, fair, and well tempered. You have a lot going for you, Kimo Sabe.
I am a fuckwit? OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH :eek: How can I possibly answer such rapier-edged cutting repartee and so many logical and reasoned arguments. :rolleyes:
How can I posssibly reach your level of debating prowess, Oakminister?
Oh, wait, I have it:
You are a ca-ca, poo-poo, bad boy, I’m gonna tell mommy you callled me a Fuckwit.
There, now we are both operating at the same level!
Please, listen to Lemur866. While I am an idiot, a moron, etc., he is apparently not only a mental health professional, but also one capable opf diagnosing people he has never met. He is either capable of extraordinary superhuman feats or else he is. . . . but then I would never call others a fool, being one myself.
You know, I think it is just possible I do have some mental health issues. Or maybe that I am just eccentric. I read all the hostility from all of you cyberlosers calling me an idiot and a moron and a fool, and everything else, and I get quite a laugh out of it. I am not kidding! I find all this really amusing!
First of all, nobody knows who I really am. Valteron is the name of a town in northern Greece, for fucksake. It has nothing to do with me.
And you have no way of knowing if I am sincere in a single one of my expressed opinions, now do you??? For all you know I maybe have a whole load of Muslim friends, or Catholic friends.
In point of fact, this thread has kept me in stitches all day.
Thanks for the laughs. Keep it coming. There is nothing funnier than a bunch of cybergeeks who take themsleves seriously.
Er, I beg to differ. Go on, just try to stop me!
Go back and read your threads in GD when you were doing the militant atheist gimmick. Note the many mistakes you made, and note how I called them to your attention. Read and learn.
Oh, so you’re a troll. I get it now.
You would really allow me to learn at the feet of the master? Why thank you, Oakminister. I am unworthy. My humble self will attempt to learn from your greatness.
By the way, are you this god-like on the internet only, or in real life as well? I ask because I have noted that the more arrogant some people are on web sites, the more they tend to be pitiable losers in real life.
Here we go again. :smack:
tomndebb, so you’ll catch up in your tally, I promise to pit you for… uh… well… uh… not enough kitty pictures! That’s it!
The irony…it burns!
Ding ding ding. Winner!
I agree.
I’m pretty awesome in real life, too.
HAHAHAHAHAHA!
But thank you for my new sig.
Fuckwit.
Ooooh!! What’s my prize? Whaddo I win, damnit?
A picture of a KITTEN!
Actually, you don’t know who tomndebb is, either. I happen to live about 20 miles South of him, and he is a weaselly MF in real life. He’s actually Wiccan, unmarried and lives on a goat farm. His name was taken from a small town here in Northern Ohio, much as you adopted your online persona, except Greece is way more exotic than Northern Ohio. Hell, even parts of Arkansas are way better than Northern Ohio.
Small consolation: He is a member of the Northern Ohio Mensa. Of course, the entrance requirements are an embarrassment. Double digits does it.
Hmmm, let’s see…haven’t we heard this all before?
Step 1: Start ridiculous pit thread.
Step 2: Backpedal when it doesn’t go as planned.
Step 3: Play the IQ card.
Step 4: Clarify what you really, really, deep down inside meant.
Step 5: Play the “cyberloser” card.
Step 6: Continue to obsess over the thread contents long after everyone has forgotten who the OP even was.
Step 7: Fun and profit!!
::yawn::
Tis true, there really is nothing new under the sun.
I’m glad to see that you are elevating your normal level of discourse.
How am I supposed to get “tomndebb” out of Shalersville? (Or did you mean Mantua?)
That’s not true. I know Tomndebb. He lives next door to me. In real life, he is a brain surgeon and street car conductor. His uncle is a multi-millionaire and keeps his money in my bank. I am Mr. Drysdale.