@farmerman,
Quote:No more namecalling Frank .
Sheesh! effemm has called me more names, often the same ones over and over, than there are craters on the moon. If his capacity to insult is anything like his capacity with science, which it is, then one might pray for the kids whose parents are foolish enough to expose them to his bigotry and nonsensical clipclaptrottmirrorwardsreflections.
This whole debate is pointless without reference to social consequences. It is irresolvable any other way. What matters is that kids are taught something, bullshit if necessary, which is to the benefit of our society. If religious ideas are detrimental to society then the oaths and church services at the inauguration are detrimental as well. And the matter would have been discussed at the highest levels. Which is an odd thing to think about. It could go on Ignore I suppose. That's the easiest.
It is a mere psychological problem that a few big dicks want to go against the grain of that simply because it makes them feel less of a big dick to think they have been snowed into something despite it being of fantastic practical use in every moment of their lives and in everybody else's lives, except those who get run over by a bus or any other product of science.
And it is so important to them, their self respect is involved, that anything which says they might not be big dicks like they have been conditioned to think they are and just are actually ordinary common or garden little dicks like the rest of us, which they are, goes on Ignore.
The toilet door is designed to put on Ignore that aspect of themselves, a very important one too, which speaks loudly and clearly of common or garden-ness. As is also a fair number of other biologically driven activities which speak nearly as loudly of the common or garden-ness of those who find themselves engaged in them. Just as the toilet door is undesigned in prisons to remind criminals, who are all into big dickery, that, at bottom, they are just like all the rest. Especially for the ass-wiping part. When the cameras visit CERN they have the ass-wipe sections on Ignore. The Disposal and Waste Management Engineer will not get a look in. Despite his extreme importance. And he's the only one whose big dickery justifications are coherent to the viewers who are, through a mind bogglingly, though not, possibly, irreducibly complex system of monetary transactions, many electronic, are footing the bill. Or have come to believe they are. The same thing actually from a political point of view if there are enough with that belief. As there seems to be.
They have persuaded themselves to their stance , as have the writers of the books they pore over, who may be pandering to them, in the manner of Henry Miller, who reckoned he could pander to anybody you paid him to, for the very purpose of seeking justifications for them being big dicks because it is impolite for them to just assert they are big dicks and are thus more intelligent than us dickheads they assert the rest of us to be. They are willing, often more than willing, to assert that we are dickheads as it doesn't seem to them to be just another way of asserting they are big dicks and thus just as impolite as asserting that they are big dicks. The reverse invidious comparison. A method popular with the
univira (respectable matrons) of ancient Rome who ceremonially expelled a common slut, and they were common then, with force and invective, from their temple. This invidious comparison was meant to highlight the respectability of the matrons. Sluts were on Ignore. They hired the slut as one might expect.
In Flaubert's masterpiece the mother of Spendius would have been a suitable applicant for this annual position. Hence my use of lower case for my username. When I am insulted on here I play a similar role for the big dicks as the slut does for the matrons which is one way of maintaining my family traditions.
The thought of having swallowed a load of bullshit makes big dicks feel ordinary and just one of the common or garden run of humanity which is known to swallow bullshit as steadily and as solipsically as a pig swallows pigswill. *
And that won't do at all in the big dick's canon.
An Intelligent Designer might well have designed into the system that a small proportion of this type of big dick, as opposed to big dicks like Buzz Alrdrin and Frank Whittle, who are real big dicks, is provided for no other purpose than to give us all a good laugh in this weary world of woe. How could there be any laughs if they weren't designed in? What evolutionary precedent is there for tittering uncontrollably? Nothing can be absurd or ridiculous in a system containing nothing but blind evolutionary processes. That's why big dicks can't laugh. It would betray them. They can pretend to laugh and fey comics have perfected methods of facilitating this rictus. The political satirist for example. More "they're all dickheads" stuff. Such a design that I am speculating upon also serves to further a whole system of big dickery the latest manifestation of which is deep underground near Geneva and is currently in "maintenance" after all the fuses blew when they switched it on. At the moment they are hoping to try again in September. It is, of course, spoken of in hushed and reverential tones, as well it might be when it is seeking to discover what happened "just after" the Big Bang and at such expense.
Only the robes are absent: they do open-necked shirts, reserved car parks, hierarchical troughing halls and in fighting over washroom keys.
In infinity this here now might be said to be "just after" the Big Bang.
And if we dipshits had our hands on the money we would just piss it up against a wall or buy our ladies some presents. What better than a hole in the ground. And nearly finding out what happened "just after" the Big Bang.
And what I can't understand is why they want everybody to be big dicks like they are. What would be the point of being a big dick if everybody was a big dick? You might think big dicks would think that the more dickheads the better. It's a bit like the New York Times recommending an unspoilt beach somewhere on behalf of the travel agents in the classifieds and when you get there it's heaving with NYT's readers.
Have you heard that pilgrims to the Galapagos Islands have caused the extinction of some species and are set to wipe the lot out if travel restrictions are not imposed on those the big dicks haven't given permission to. From finches, mockingbirds and turtles to tourists with no intermediate stages. Fossil hunters in the future will make of that what they will.
Another manifestation of the design I am speculating upon, which looks quite a good idea, is the lovely little octuplets I saw fast asleep on TV last night whose paternal progenitor had sold a shot of jism to a sperm bank and who might well be hoping they can't trace him. Their Mom was obviously pleased with herself and is looking forward to having another crack at it.
I admire big dicks. I watch a lot of them performing their skills and crafts. But when to be a big dick all you need do is to decide there's no intelligent designer, and search out sophistries written for a market, and hey presto you are a big dick it is time to start wondering if uncontrollable tittering is sufficient and that one ought to risk the well known dangers of corybantic guffawing.
The posts of the big dicks are so full of strange words, sarcasms, insults, posturings, hints of personal excellence, evasions, reverse invidious comparisons and assertions that it can only be assumed that these strategies will be carried forth into every classroom of the nation and dickheads will have to be imported to do the work big dicks find beneath their station whose children will then be transformed into big dicks.
*That's a neat aliterative effect don't you think?
