J-Dog
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Aw, Thanks for the POTW... but get ready to go POTW Crazy, because I just re-read the rest of that post of March 2009, and we have some Absolutley Dyn-o-mite, Pulitzer Award Winning Posters on this board - so give it UP Y'all for:
Bob O
Between the Denyse, And the spasm
Between the complex, And the specification
Between the ID, And the dissent
Falls the Sweater
For Thine is the Kingdom
For Thine is, Tard is, For Thine is the
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a meltdown
Lou FCD – With a nod to the Bard:
Shall I disdain thee while I kneel to pray?
Thou art more TARDy and ridiculate:
Rough winds do carry the scent of decay,
A rotten stench wafts from thy mouth to date;
Always fork'd the tongue of UD shines,
And ever is its intelligence dimm'd;
And every lie from lie at last declines,
By Joe or Densley's hairy clam untrimm'd;
But thy eternal stupid shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that lie thou tell'st;
Nor shall Dave brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal night to time thou yell'st:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
More Lou FCD:
Here I sit, broken hearted.
Tried to think but only farted.
Tried some peer-review, didn't make it.
We'll start a "journal", we can fake it!
Fill it with our I. D. Sciences,
By the guy who fixed appliances!
Spread the gospel, hide our God Intelligent Designer,
Search/replace, opaque facade it can't be finer!
All you school boards, come assist!
Cdesign proponentsists!
Evo's evil! Mater'lists!
Help us save the blastocysts!
Eff the kids! Make them pray!
Don't let them learn, they might turn Gehy!
We have some lawyers! An Army, too!
But no biologists, they won't do!
Teach the 'versy, Buttercup,
There isn't one? Then make one up!
Gonzalez Expelled! We must lament!
Don't notice he's incompetent!
No money, no job? How fair is that?
It's just 'cause he's not evomat!
Adolf Hitler: Darwin's man,
Who can do it? Ben Stein can!
Racists! Democrats! Waged the Crusades!
(Give me more Jim Jones Kool-Aid!)
Tom Ames:
That poem, of course, starts:
"Let us go then, you and me
When the TARD is definitely flowing free
like a drunkard
vomiting into the toilet.
Let us scroll through certain long-deserted sites
the dubious delights
of D. O'Dreary whoring worthless thoughts
And MikeGene channeling ancient astronauts
Sites that follow like a tedious argument
of insidious intent
to lead you to the overwhelming question...
Oh do not ask what is it
Put on your tard-suit and go visit.
In the "labs" the fellows close the doors
and pontificate like stoned-out sophomores."
More Tom Ames:
I grow old, I grow old
I shall wear the arms of my sweater rolled.
Quote (Lou FCD @ Mar. 15 2009,12:16)
Quote (Kristine @ Mar. 15 2009,12:58)
That's beautiful! *Wipes away tear*
BTW I forgot to apologize to Auden (another crazy man) for my previous little blat. In Yeats mode now:
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The quarrel of the weasels in the eaves,
The full round moon-face and the promised lie,
And the loud song of the ever-slanging O'Learys,
Had hid away earth's Evo-lullaby.
And then Barry came with those red mournful quips,
And with D'OL came the whole of the 'Tute's fears,
And all the sorrows of her labouring snips,
And all the burden of UD's myriad peers.
And now the blog-mods warring like thieves,
The Friday meltdown, the tard resupply,
And the loud ripostes of the unquiet steves
Have awakened the earth's Evo-lullaby.
Hermagoras says:
A thing of beauty, Kristine.
Might as well tap Frost, as long as I'm not doing my homework...
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Stopping By TARDs On A Twitter Evening
Whose blog this is I think I know.
The IDiot is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his nose fill up with blow.
My little sock doth think them queer
To talk without cerebrum near
Between O'Dreary 'n Barry A
The DaveScot ban is getting near.
He gives his manly balls a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the bleat
Of Kairosfocus, who's a flake.
The TARD is lovely, dark and sweet.
But I have TARD here to repeat,
And miles to go before I tweet,
And miles to go before I tweet.
Much applause to all the poets! And drinks all round.
Kristine:
The quarrel of the weasels in the eaves,
The full round moon-face and the promised lie,
And the loud song of the ever-slanging O'Learys,
Had hid away earth's Evo-lullaby.
And then Barry came with those red mournful quips,
And with D'OL came the whole of the 'Tute's fears,
And all the sorrows of her labouring snips,
And all the burden of UD's myriad peers.
And now the blog-mods warring like thieves,
The Friday meltdown, the tard resupply,
And the loud ripostes of the unquiet steves
Have awakened the earth's Evo-lullaby.
Yeats – by Lou FCD:
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Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The simple cannot hear the simpleton;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate verbosity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Rarus Progenies
Troubles my sight: a waste of desert sand;
A shape with sweatered body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and brainless as a stone,
Is moving its slow th^ighs, while all about it
Wind shadows of the inde^cent descent loons.
The darkness drops again but now I know
That twenty centuries of mindless sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a blind watchmaker,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Seattle to be stillborn?
Yeats – by Amadan:
Not to be out-Yeatsed:
That is no forum for sane men. The tard
In one another’s thrall, berks with their muse
– Those lying generations – as if jarred,
The church-bell calls, the meekly-crowded pews,
Dolt, Dim and Dave, commend in terms most hard
Whatever is proposed, proved wrong, reused.
Caught in that brain-dead drooling all neglect
The simplest use of basic intellect.
Creationist Man is a pathetic thing,
To tattered stories grimly stuck, unless
Soul grab its mouse and click, and harder click
On every link on the Internet,
Nor is there Google-school but studying
Textbooks of their own magnificence
And therefore I have surfed the Web and come
To the holy forum of AtBCium
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Come on Tough Guy, do the little dance of ID impotence you do so well. - Louis to Joe G 2/10
Gullibility is not a virtue - Quidam on Dembski's belief in the Bible Code Faith Healers & ID 7/08
UD is an Unnatural Douchemagnet. - richardthughes 7/11
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