Cinnamon is technically a toxin of sorts, albeit not one that really bothers humans. You can eat quite large amounts of it eithout damage. Sure, you don’t wantr to load your food with it, but it’s fine in the amounts people eat. We’ve been flavoring food ith it for (literally) millenia, and we’re not dying in droves. Nutmeg is far more toxic.
I really hate to say this, but I admire Kanicbird for one reason. He has not laid into anyone like I have been tempted to do. He’s actually been nice in this whole thing. He’s been called every name in the book (well, almost: I know how creative Dopers can be) and he has not done the same. That’s hard to do.
I have some problems with his logic at times, but I respect him for being civil.
Does he have that minister who tells people who suffer from depression that they wouldn’t be depressed if their faith were stronger?
I never told one of my good friends that I did not say a requested prayer for her dog when it was really sick. I just didn’t think I could get anyone or anything to intervene in the outcome. As it happens, the doggie lived and is still living today, though probably not for much longer. But I don’t see how my prayer or lack of one would have made any difference.
I can see how praying might be comforting to the one doing the praying, but to make that prayer work on behalf of another being is the part that throws me.
Not only has Gaudere smited my typing, but he also rendered me blind!
Fool of a – wait, I already did that this thread.
Silly rabbit! My error in the matter of the proper spelling of the All-Father’s name was not a violation of Gaudere’s Law; it was Gaudere’s Law IN ACTION.
Fine, fine, fine, here’s your freaking 10 points, plus another 10 for something I forgot the details about.
The usual threats of improbable comic-book revenge apply. This week I’m sending samurai ostriches.
Yes; as I wrote above, a 14-year-old girl’s tears are incredibly powerful, particularly to her father, whose natural response to seeing his daughter crying is to swear bloody, disproportionate vengeance on the author of her misery. As I understand it he was diagnosed as being officially a type-2 diabetic (duh) and was given insulin to bring his blood sugar to a non-blinding level, whereupon he will start on meds.
I saw about his daughter (great girl, there!) and about him going to the doc, but missed the outcome. I’m glad to see his official diagnosis. He’ll be feeling a whole lot better soon.