Yes, he also uses 1337 5p34K, and was fairly well known in gamer circles for his ability to lay down some major 0wnag3. 
There’s been a change.
A change?!
The strumpet in the steeple has covered her navel.
The navel with the piercing?
She has put on a tank top.
No piercing?
She’s also went down to the pews.
But the dressing is a blessing in the pew, it’s true… you said it was!
Only the choir has the modest attire.
The modest attire of the choir?
They’re divine, but the harlot still has no sleeves on.
The harlot?
The strumpet, she’s in the narthex.
The harlot in the narthex?
That sleeze has no sleeves.
But the piercing the in steeple…
No, no, listen carefully…The harlot in the narthex is the sleeze without sleeves,
Modest attire in the choir is the sign of the divine.
Oh, good. Because I’m not calling you a humorless idiot, I’m just saying you’re **acting ** like a humorless idiot, which is a judgment about your behavior, nothing more.
And for the record, boys and girls, stop acting like sluts and dickheads in church (a judgment only about your behavior, nothing more).
Oh, no, please do. There’s nothing a heated thread needs more than extensive requoting of almost everything that’s gone before. No better way to prove you’re right.
JeHOvah! JeHOvah! JeHOvah!
Are dog collars okay? May I carry a whip? (I can always conceal it in the folds of my nun’s habit.) There’s nothing like a taste of the leather during confession.
Fishnet stockings? Cross dressing? (no puns intended)
How about some of those big wings from the Victoria’s Secret lingerie show from a couple of years ago?
Would it be offensive if I went dressed as Our Lady?
How about dressing all in black (including a lace veil) and walking in with a great big black hound on a leash?
Y’know Moriah, I respect your right to your opinion, but I think you could not be more wrong.
First of all, you’re obviously directing your diatribe to someone in your church, so you’re calling someone a harlot or sleeze because they offend your sensibilities?
Do you know these people personally enough to call them such vile names, or are you basing your intolerant viewpoint on their clothing alone? Perhaps you’d like to make sure that people different than yourself never attend your church.
Perhaps you’d like to keep people with a different color of skin from stepping into your ‘temple’?
Let me ask. How much money do you spend on ‘church clothes’ ?
If it’s a lot, then I’ve got to know, how much of that money could you use to actually help people, rather than spend every sunday in a fashion show with the other parishoners.
You’re nothing more than a charlatan yourself. You’re a false Christian. You’re an intolerant person, and you’re projecting your own inadequacies on others.
If you were more tolerant of other people, instead of the indignant, self-righteous harpy you are, perhaps you’d be more at peace, and not need to pit people who wear sleeveless shirts. :rolleyes:
Well, if this is respecting the right to my opinion, I’d hate to see what constitutes disrespect in your book. But thanks for pointing out my false Christianity in an unChristian way. I see the light now.
[OK, people, let’s get this straight: You can not take the high road and the low road at the same time and be taken seriously.]
Yes, but it makes the baptising that much easier. And you don’t have to worry about getting your church clothes wet!
Well, considering that the dress code is, in fact, posted, in a sign right over the basket (no bare shoulders, skirts/pants must come to the knee), there really is no excuse. They are showing disrespect.
See, the benefit of being a Pagan is, not having to act in a ‘Christian’ way.
I said I respected your RIGHT to your opinion, not the opinion itself.
I misspoke, I should have said you were ACTING in an unchristian way, and ACTING like a false Christian. Please accept my apologies for that.
Now howsabout answering some of those questions i posed, eh?
And seeing that the Sabbath was drawing nigh, He spake unto the multitude saying, “It is not right that man should make allowance in his schedule for the Lord. For what shall it profit a man to give up fishing, waxing of chariots, observing games played with balls of feet, and marvels yet to be revealed in favor of remembering His maker?”
Continuing, He said, “So come thee unto my house whenever thou wantest something-a blessing for the fruit of thy carnal romp, to consecrate thy long-term shackup, or when thou dost croak. Wear thy sneakers, thy jeans most dingy and torn, and tee shirts of the Dead and Grateful. Come not on the Lord’s Day, but whenever it suiteth thee, lest remembering thy Creator be a pestilence.”
The people rose up with a loud voice and said, “Kewl.”
Well, one of your questions presumed that my problem with slutty clothing in church is probably spilling over into presumed racism on my part, as in this gem…
…then I most certainly will answer your question: ** Yes, you’re a hysterical moron.**
What next, asking if I support genocide and skinning live puppies? You must be the captain of your debate club, bub.
And so the people went out and proceeded to their daily tasks, each one taking delight in the laxness of the Lord.
And behold, a man did betrothe himself to a maiden next of door and went up to the the house of the Lord to have their union blessed.
And behold, a man and his wife begat a child and went up to house of the Lord to have their first born blessed.
And behold, calamity struck the farmer of hemp. For his aged mother became ill and succumbed to death. Upon his pick-up carriage he laid her and went up to the house of the Lord for the blessing and the laying to rest in the yard of graves of the house of the Lord.
And a terrible dread seized their hearts as they wandered the village looking for the house of the Lord. For they were struck dumb by the insight given them, which is, that no one in the village had been attending the house of the Lord every seventh day and that no one had been tithing to build the house of the Lord or to provide the daily wage for a minister of the house of the Lord.
Upon coming to the realization that there was no house of the Lord, the people said, “Bummer, would that the Lord have commanded us to come unto his house in a weekly manner and give us statutes and laws regarding our duty to provide for the house of the Lord and its minister. Fucking free-will!”
Get the fuck over it already moriah.
It’s 2004, not 1304.
Oh, damn, my watch is seven hundred years slow.
And judging by the eloquence of your argument, you’re runnin’ a bit slow, too.
Oh no, the judgmental freak of ages thinks I’m ‘slow’.
How will I ever live with myself that someone as tolerant and with it as moriah thinks I’m ‘slow’. God damn, what a disappointing turn of events to find out that I’m a fucking moron - at least in the eyes of someone who thinks that anti-perspirant is evil and bare arms will cause Hell and high water!
What are you? Twelve? (No offense to actual twelve year-olds intended.) Join the 21st century here. Quit acting like a goddamn Pharisee, you sanctimonious self-righteous twat cheese.
Since you obviously see yourself in the role of modesty arbiter, why don’t you move your nasty, hate filled, judgmental, backwards ass to some country where people like you are actually welcome. I hear Saudi Arabia is nice this time of year, but don’t forget your Abaya, unless of course they’re too low cut and armpit baring for you, fuckbag.
Now piss off and go have your little morality police moment somewhere no one can hear you.
Right, 'cause there certainly isn’t any other form of dress between Skanky McSlutterson and the abayas. Especially not for formal occasions, such as church services.
Excellent rant, Moriah.
And buttonjockey wins this week’s “Most Meaningless Distinction Award”!
Did you fucking read, xcheopis, at all before you praised the crazy bitch?
She’s specifically said that any bare arms indicate sluttiness.
Or perhaps you and the psycho prude from hell will be very happy together in a land where no one’s arms are ever bare.
Get a life. Get laid. Just don’t breed.
It’s people like you, moriah, that scare people like me away from church.
I dress the opposite of skank because I’m the biggest prude that ever lived. However, I don’t like “dressing up”. I can do a skirt and a blouse as long as both are tailored (no frilly stuff for me, thankyou) and I can wear comfortable shoes. That means oxfords in the winter or sandals in the summer. I don’t do hose. I don’t do heels. Make up, jewelry, and styled hair are generally low priorities. This is how I am when I dress up.
I know there are many churches where I would stick out like a sore thumb. I know there a people who would think my style is inappropriate in the House o’ the Lord. And they are well within their right to think so. But I don’t like worshipping with people like that. I want to worship around people who don’t hate people. I want to worship around people who can see God in me, not the clothes on the outside of me. I want to worship around people who don’t make me feel wrong just because I don’t dress like they do.