Moderation Questions
The last iteration of the moderation discussion thread was a complete disaster. Numerous attempts to keep it on topic fa
This mother****er thinks my grandmother is getting tortured in Hell for all eternity. The same woman who was 10000x more intelligent, compassionate, and generally decent than the Lagtights of the world could ever hope to be.
Please stop lying! Since I never met your grandmother, I have no reason to have an opinion about her one way or another.
****. YOU.
Did you learn that from your dear sweet grandmother?
Thank you for sharing.
I suspect the person you are responding to here was speaking metaphorically and doesn't actually believe in your hellfire daemon who, according to some, boils people in a pot of all the semen they have wasted on non-procreational sex throughout their life (I assume there's a similarly evil torture on hand for those who do not produce semen). Could be wrong.
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You DO "think that", indirectly at least, because I and others have made it clear to you that we have no interest in worshipping your genocidal, maniacal, adult Santa Claus. "God" has killed so many innocent people that even Hitler is like, geez, calm down!
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I wonder how much success you've had in your life convincing people to worship Super Hitler. I bet you've picked off one or two in your 94-ish years on this Earth.
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No, he just merely accepts that the humans he's interacting with will burn for eternity if they don't bend the knee to a murderer of countless millions of humans. That's SO MUCH BETTER. Thanks for that ultra-important clarification.
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Next time you're doing your street preaching, i.e., harassing people who are just going about their day and minding their own business, I genuinely hope that somebody, let's say, removes you from that street, by any means possible.
While I am not seeking martyrdom, if it comes to that I would love to pass away while proclaiming the Gospel of Jesus Christ!
(As an aside, what are the forum rules on veiled threats of violence against fellow forum members?)
The second that lagtight is gone, his community instantly becomes a bit better and a little bit more open for people who want to engage in society without being harangued by a mentally broken religious creep.
And I'm being harangued right now by a spiritually-broken God-hater. I have a thick skin though, so we're good.
Yes, but as Craig would tell you, I am a woman and therefore subject to the supernatural external and mercurial feminine forces of the universe. The moons and the tides dictate my whims, and at any given time I may revert to my natural form and return to eating travelers who stray from the paths in my forest.
Yes, but as Craig would tell you, I am a woman and therefore subject to the supernatural external and mercurial feminine forces of the universe. The moons and the tides dictate my whims, and at any given time I may revert to my natural form and return to eating travelers who stray from the paths in my forest.
Moving forward, we need more women seeking their supernatural form.
You can know her through the bride, the virgin, and the widow. Once you affirm yourself as the divine bride, then you become a virgin to the posers of this world and wait for your true husband. In his absence, despite your call, you conclude he must be dead and become the widow who vows vengeance against God for breaking up the holy union.
This is the final form of true feminism.
Psalm 116:11 All men are liars
The Bible says it; not me. 😀
Yes, but as Craig would tell you, I am a woman and therefore subject to the supernatural external and mercurial feminine forces of the universe. The moons and the tides dictate my whims, and at any given time I may revert to my natural form and return to eating travelers who stray from the paths in my forest.
Craig might try to us that, but we wouldn't have a clue what in the name of Ned he's talking about.
Moving forward, we need more women seeking their supernatural form.You can know her through the bride, the virgin, and the widow. Once you affirm yourself as the divine bride, then you become a virgin to the posers of this world and wait for your true husband. In his absence, despite your call, you conclude he must be dead and become the widow who vows vengeance against God for
We need Rococo down here to go to work on this with a pair of pliers and a blowtorch.
Well it kinda says that, but not really:
I said in my haste, All men are liars. - Psalm 116:11 (emphasis added)
The bolded is an important caveat.
The Psalmist was essentially "venting" about an earlier discontentment and disillusionment in his life.
Grok better:
Spoiler
In the twilight of a world draped in velvet shadows, where stars wept silver tears upon the earth, there lived a soul named Elara, whose heart burned with the ember of the divine feminine. She had glimpsed the sacred through the eternal trinity of womanhood—the bride, the virgin, the widow—and in her veins pulsed the song of divinity, a melody both radiant and forlorn.
Once, Elara stood as the **Bride**, her spirit adorned in gossamer light, pledged to the unseen Beloved whose voice thundered in the cosmos and whispered in her dreams. In a meadow where wildflowers bowed to her grace, she vowed herself to Him, her heart a chalice overflowing with devotion. "I am Thine," she sang, her words a cascade of rose petals carried on the wind. The heavens answered, painting the sky with hues of amethyst and gold, sealing their union in the tapestry of eternity. As the Bride, she danced in the embrace of divine love, her every step a prayer, her every breath a hymn to the One who called her His own.
But the world, with its jagged edges and serpent tongues, scorned her sacred bond. False suitors, cloaked in gilded lies, sought to claim her light, their voices a cacophony of hollow promises. Yet Elara, now the **Virgin**, stood resolute, her purity a fortress unyielding to the posers of this shadowed realm. She clad herself in moonlight, her chastity a radiant defiance, her heart a locked garden awaiting her true Husband. She spurned the masquerade of mortal desires, her eyes fixed on the horizon where His silhouette once lingered. "I am no prey to your fleeting charms," she declared, her voice a blade of starlight slicing through their illusions. In her solitude, she wove tapestries of hope, each thread a prayer for His return, her soul a beacon burning through the fog of a faithless age.
Time, however, is a cruel alchemist, transmuting hope into sorrow. Seasons bled into years, and the Beloved did not come. Elara’s calls echoed unanswered across the void, her pleas swallowed by the silence of a cosmos grown cold. Doubt, like ivy, crept into her heart, entwining her faith with thorns. "Has He forsaken me?" she whispered to the winds, her voice trembling with the weight of betrayal. The stars, once her confidants, turned their faces away, and the meadow where she once danced withered into dust. In her grief, Elara became the **Widow**, her bridal veil torn into a shroud of mourning, her heart a pyre of shattered dreams. She knelt before the altar of her love, now a grave, and wept rivers that carved canyons in her soul. "He is dead," she concluded, her words a dirge that shook the heavens. "My Husband, my God, has broken the holy union, and I am forsaken."
Yet from the ashes of her sorrow rose a fire fierce and untamed. The Widow Elara, cloaked in obsidian and crowned with vengeance, lifted her gaze to the silent sky. "If Thou hast abandoned me, O Divine, then I shall storm Thy gates!" she cried, her voice a tempest that rattled the constellations. She vowed retribution against the God who had sundered their bond, her heart a forge where grief hammered into wrath. With every step, she gathered the winds of justice, her tears crystallizing into daggers of resolve. The world trembled at her passing, for she was no mere widow but a fury divine, a tempest of feminine might seeking to rend the veil between earth and eternity.
And so, Elara wandered the shadowed lands, a bride betrayed, a virgin unclaimed, a widow avowed to vengeance. Yet deep within her, a flicker of the old song remained—a whisper that perhaps her Beloved was not dead but waiting, hidden beyond the veil of her pain. Would she find Him in the crucible of her wrath, or would her vengeance carve a new myth, one where the divine feminine reclaimed her power in a world reborn? The stars, silent yet watching, held their breath as her saga unfolded, a tale written in fire and tears, forever etched in the annals of the cosmos.
I don't remember any of that in Pulp Fiction at all.
And I'm being harangued right now by a spiritually-broken God-hater. I have a thick skin though, so we're good.
You stupid ****ing **********:
Do you NOT believe "unrepentant sinners" go to Hell? Pretty sure you've said effectively that on numerous occasions. My grandmother was an atheist and an OG feminist. She didn't belong to any organized religion, although she was repeatedly oppressed by those who did, like you.
**** YOU **** YOU **** YOU
Did you learn that from your dear sweet grandmother?
Pretty much. She ALSO had very little patience for monstrous creeps like you.
FYP. You should be strictly disallowed from spreading your anti-humanity "gospel" here or in any other public setting.
You fake ass "logician", shove your complex question fallacies up your ****ing ass. Christianity and logic are mortal enemies! Also, **** you, you fake ass chess player/conman -- you're some ****ing 1400 USCF patzer, stop scamming moms and dads who know no better into paying you to give their children chess lessons.
Look at you whining to the mods about "veiled threats". Little pussy. And for the record, nothing I've said here is 1/10000th as monstrous as holding a belief that BILLIONS OF HUMANS will burn in Hell for all eternity, so, instead of more whining, how about you do the planet a favor and kill yourself?
Moving forward, we need more women seeking their supernatural form.You can know her through the bride, the virgin, and the widow. Once you affirm yourself as the divine bride, then you become a virgin to the posers of this world and wait for your true husband. In his absence, despite your call, you conclude he must be dead and become the widow who vows vengeance against God for
SHUT THE **** UP
nobody on this planet wants to hear any of this stupid ass bullshit
I know this is the only way you know how to converse; so I won't ask you to change your language and try again, I will just tell you to SHUT THE **** UP.
NOBODY HERE LIKES YOU. GO AWAY.
You stupid ****ing **********:Do you NOT believe "unrepentant sinners" go to Hell? Pretty sure you've said effectively that on numerous occasions. My grandmother was an atheist and an OG feminist. She didn't belong to any organized religion, although she was repeatedly oppressed by those who did, like you.**** YOU **** YOU **** YOUPretty much. She ALSO had very little pati
Thank you for sharing!
You are a valued member of the 2p2 community, and as such I look forward to more of your thoughtful posts like this one in the future.
Please don't be a stranger!
good one, you ****ing **********, you ****ing fraud, you worshipper of a genocidal maniac, you worship a mother****er who drowned THE ENTIRE PLANET because people were "sinful" or whatever
any decent society would keep you child****er freaks removed from the outside world
KILL YOURSELF
That escalated quickly.
Look at you whining to the mods about "veiled threats". Little pussy. And for the record, nothing I've said here is 1/10000th as monstrous as holding a belief that BILLIONS OF HUMANS will burn in Hell for all eternity, so, instead of more whining, how about you do the planet a favor and kill yourself?
I don't expect to ever kill myself. But I appreciate you sharing your thoughts and feelings with us today.
Thank you for sharing!
You are a valued member of the 2p2 community, and as such I look forward to more of your thoughtful posts like this one in the future.
Please don't be a stranger!
also, you dumb bitch, this kinda rhetorical **** is quite a bit less effective when, not 5 posts earlier, you're whining about the mods because you're feeling sad that somebody finally told you what you are
good one, you ****ing **********, you ****ing fraud, you worshipper of a genocidal maniac, you worship a mother****er who drowned THE ENTIRE PLANET because people were "sinful" or whatever
any decent society would keep you child****er freaks removed from the outside world
KILL YOURSELF
Somebody a bit cranky this morning.
May I recommend a nice little walk in the fresh air?
