The true crisis in the Church is not one of doctrine - for any
moderately intelligent subgenius can see that doctrine is a mere "funny
hat" which can be put on or taken off at will. No, the true crisis is a
Crisis of Character, and character is more of an elaborate laced-on
undergarment which requires so much work and effort to change or replace
that most of us leave it on no matter how rank or grungy it may become.
This crisis takes form as an emotional conflict between those who are
capable of taking responsibility for their own decisions and actions -
the "adult" subgenii, and those who MAKE UP BLAME to justify their
actions after the fact - the "WHINEY NITWIT" (curse them) subgenii.
It seems that many of the "adult" subgenii have had their vital and
justly due Slack sucked away by the Cretinous Slackvampire WHINY NITWIT
subgenii in crisis events related to upcoming x-day festivities. The
WHINY NITWIT subgenii (curse them) decide it's too much trouble, too
much money, too far, too pointless, or WHATEVER to go to x-day in New
York State. ALL PERFECTLY REASONABLE SO FAR. But where an "adult"
subgenius would come right out and Proudly State, "YES!! I am TOO LAZY
and TOO BROKE to go that for a party!" the WHINY NITWIT subgenii (c.t.)
must find someone to BLAME (and when we BLAME, we "Be LAME") for their
decisions. They have to whine at length about how JUSTIFIED and
RATIONAL they are for not wanting to spend their EXTREMELY VALUABLE time
and money to be around fat, stupid ugly bobbies, people who REALLY hate
and are racist, not just PRETENDING to hate and be racist like they, the
WHINY NITWIT (c.t.) subgenii. The reason they (c.t.) do this is simple
- they are IDIOTS who should be EXTERMINATED. They are TOO OLD AND TOO
WEAK TO LIVE, and should be put out of their misery, no, it is not they
(c.t.) who are suffering, it is we who are being made to suffer by these
gutless vermin, so we should put THEM (c.t.) out of OUR misery and live
FREE HAPPY LIVES unburdened by the DEAD WOOD, DEAD WEIGHT, DEADASS
SCUMSUCKING BLOATED POMPOUS BOOBS, CURSE THEM CURSE THEM CURSE THEM
FOREVER!
Death to the WHINY NITWITS. Death to them and their race.
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From: jimvan@gate.net (Jim Vandewalker)
In article <e/wbear-ya02408000R2305981959400001@news.direct.ca>,
e/wbear@hibernia.ca (e/w bear) wrote:
{ In article <35678250.842576BF@erols.com>, "König PreuBe, GmbH"
{ <bbombere@erols.com> wrote:
{
{ > NENSLO wrote:
{ >
{ > > The true crisis in the Church is not one of doctrine
{
{ > I'd pay to listen to you, anyway.
{
{ So would I!
Me to, I am defanetly over 18, add me 2 the list!!!!11!!
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From: friday@subgenius.com (IrRev. Friday Jones)
In article <356789B8.598F@n.slo>, NENSLO <n@n.slo> wrote:
>Death to the WHINY NITWITS. Death to them and their race.
Screw the Battle of Armageddon. How about everyone VS Nenslo? Any tongue
hold allowed.
I'd bet on Nenslo, no prob. BTW, I presume that people WILL be taking bets
on the Battle of Armageddon?
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From: i.stang@subgenius.com (Rev. Ivan Stang)
Well now sir. You HAVE noticed that The Rupture will sweep westward across
the globe starting at the Pacific Dateline. That means those in New York
will be Ruptured before those WEST of there. And will thus have ESCAPE
VESSELS (more recently refered to doctrinally as "BATTLE PLANETS"). So you
see, in many way, everything is going UNCANNILY ACCORDING TO PLAN!
This is one reason I am so eager to be in the SAME PLACE as, say, for
example, you my friend, and Dr. Legume, and G. Gordon Gordon, and Sterno,
Meyer, etc. etc. at the Moment of Rupture. Would definitely not want you
guys EAST of me.
Those first few seconds are gonna be ENOUGH like a Sergio Leonne - Clint
Eastwood spaghetti Western suspense gunfight showdown ALREADY.
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From: gggor@io.com (G. G. Gordon)
Dammit Nenslo, take yer medication and save that spleen for X-day. And
as the oldiest and grumpiest of the hierarchy, I am neither too old or
too weak...oil up your weapons and I'll show you what a really mean
and spiteful subdeenie can do! I look forward to wearing your tripes
as a necktie when the battle planets descend on the campsite. Or maybe
you will be wearing mine...we shall see old man...we shall see.
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