When you hear the laughter of some Christians do you ever wonder why there is so much pain in it? Why it often has the effect of causing tiny alarm bells to start ringing inside of you? Why it can make you solemn and reflective in the way that a great tragedy does? Why you feel a little saddened in its aftermath? Perhaps on witnessing this kind of laughter issuing from the Christian's mouth you have been so shocked by it that you have turned away from him, lowered your head and whispered to yourself: 'My God. The pain in that laughter! Doesn't he realise how awful it sounds?'
No reasonable person would blame you for wondering how the Christian can be blind to the pain in his own laughter given that the pain which fills it is so stark in nature, so blatant and unmistakable, so flagrant as to be nakedly obvious. This is why even though one finds the Christian's laughter excruciating one cannot help but be intrigued by it at the same time. This laughter is so anguished in tone, so forced in its delivery, so hysterical in its outburst that one involuntarily shrinks from it as if from an exploding boil. One feels acutely embarrassed for the Christian on hearing his pained and desperate laughter. Indeed, one is even moved at times to pity him because of it. That said, the pain in the Christian's laughter is so uniquely awful that it demands an explanation.
The reason why the pain in the Christian's laughter creates such a strong impression on rational individuals, and makes them prick up their ears whenever they hear it, is because it reveals more about the Christian's inner being in an instant than a very large book could ever do. What this laughter reveals about the Christian in such an immediate and striking way is that he is an individual who suffers greatly from himself: more precisely, that he is someone to whom something terrible has been done, something shameful, and that the person who has done this terrible and shameful thing to him is none other than himself. How do we know this? Because the Christian's laughter is a laughter which resonates with deep and unrelenting guilt. It is the tortured laughter born of an individual who cannot live with himself, an individual who recognises at some level of his being that he is disgraceful and contemptible, an object to be despised. This is why on hearing it the man of finer feelings and good taste immediately averts his eyes from its source.
The terrible and shameful thing which the Christian has done to himself inwardly, and which fills his laughter with so much pain, is that he has murdered his freedom and integrity for the sake of his religion. The Christian is only too willing to perform this deplorable act of self-sabotage because he is a weakling who is terrified of assuming responsibility and control over his own life and decisions. Rather than determining for himself what kind of person he will become and how he will live, he pretends that a Divine Being exists external to himself so that he can abandon himself to its will and authority. Thus, instead of taking charge of his own existence, instead of being the author of his own destiny, the Christian chooses to adopt an infantile orientation to life by clinging abjectly to his religion, by clinging to a childish delusion, by clinging to the apron strings of 'God'. As a consequence of choosing to be un-free and inauthentic in this way, by choosing to remain locked in a state of permanent infancy, the Christian allows his own existential possibilities to wither and die: so much so, that long before his body expires he becomes something false and vacuous, a shell of a man, a desiccated nonentity, the ghost of what might have been.
The pain in the Christian's laughter, then, should be understood as summarising all the anguish and guilt he feels at having betrayed himself, all the hurt and rage he feels at having neglected and disowned his true potentialities and goals, all his secret shame at having made a travesty of his life. His pained laughter announces to the whole world in a direct and emphatic way that he is a cowardly wretch who dreads his own freedom, that he is unnerved by the innumerable possibilities of existence, that he is so afraid of thinking and acting for himself that he is willing to forgo the possibility of his own self-creation.
Given that what the Christian thinks, says and does is done in almost total compliance and conformity with the directives of a fantasised power which lies outside himself (viz. 'God') this means that he is not really in his 'own' thoughts, not really in his 'own' words, not really in his 'own' actions. This accounts for why he is prey to recurring feelings of emptiness, depersonalization and unreality - and the horrible suspicion that he is merely going through the motions of being alive. The Christian is necessarily divorced from his whole inner life and experience because what he thinks, says and does are informed by, or are done in accordance with, a 'Divine Power' which is perceived as other than himself. The Christian, in effect, exists only in absentia for he is a person who has absconded from himself. His self-being is really a form of death-in-life.
Having considered the above it is hardly surprising, then, that the pain in the Christian's laughter leaves the rational person who has the misfortune to hear it somewhat depressed. For it signifies a human tragedy - the tragedy of an individual who, out of weakness and fear, has failed to achieve an authentic mode of being, who has never grown up, and who has wantonly sacrificed two of the most precious things a human being can possess: viz. his own freedom and integrity.
Regards
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I had no idea you could tell someone's religion by the sound of their laughter.
Is this some pseudoscience I've not heard of yet? :-3
Is this some pseudoscience I've not heard of yet? :-3
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James, it would be interesting to hear a biographical sketch of your own involvement with people who professed themselves to be Christian. Start at the beginning, tell what happened, avoid censoring, and bring the story up to date. I'd read that. If you stick to the average length of your opening posts it would be enlightening.
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Have you been talking to the wee free's or something?
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gmc;493147 wrote: Have you been talking to the wee free's or something?
Two things:
First, pardon my ignorance, but what are the wee free's?
OK, now the second thing: Gee, I'm a Christian, and sometimes I'm sad. Sometimes
I'm happy. Sometimes I can be very cynical. Sometimes I can be very very sarcastic (and that is not a quality I'm proud of). I consider myself to be very sincere, not intentionally going for the jugular, etc. etc. Glaswegian sounds really mean. I don't know him, and maybe he's really a nice person who just has some major issues in this area.
I think it was Hamster who said (and I paraphrase) that if a Christian read Glasw.'s post they'd be upset. Nope. I just think he's incorrect in his analysis. And really really angry!
And Hamster, I've missed you! Glad to see you!
Two things:
First, pardon my ignorance, but what are the wee free's?
OK, now the second thing: Gee, I'm a Christian, and sometimes I'm sad. Sometimes
I'm happy. Sometimes I can be very cynical. Sometimes I can be very very sarcastic (and that is not a quality I'm proud of). I consider myself to be very sincere, not intentionally going for the jugular, etc. etc. Glaswegian sounds really mean. I don't know him, and maybe he's really a nice person who just has some major issues in this area.
I think it was Hamster who said (and I paraphrase) that if a Christian read Glasw.'s post they'd be upset. Nope. I just think he's incorrect in his analysis. And really really angry!
And Hamster, I've missed you! Glad to see you!
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Glaswegian;493056 wrote: When you hear the laughter of some Christians do you ever wonder why there is so much pain in it? Why it often has the effect of causing tiny alarm bells to start ringing inside of you? Why it can make you solemn and reflective in the way that a great tragedy does? Why you feel a little saddened in its aftermath? Perhaps on witnessing this kind of laughter issuing from the Christian's mouth you have been so shocked by it that you have turned away from him, lowered your head and whispered to yourself: 'My God. The pain in that laughter! Doesn't he realise how awful it sounds?'
No reasonable person would blame you for wondering how the Christian can be blind to the pain in his own laughter given that the pain which fills it is so stark in nature, so blatant and unmistakable, so flagrant as to be nakedly obvious. This is why even though one finds the Christian's laughter excruciating one cannot help but be intrigued by it at the same time. This laughter is so anguished in tone, so forced in its delivery, so hysterical in its outburst that one involuntarily shrinks from it as if from an exploding boil. One feels acutely embarrassed for the Christian on hearing his pained and desperate laughter. Indeed, one is even moved at times to pity him because of it. That said, the pain in the Christian's laughter is so uniquely awful that it demands an explanation.
The reason why the pain in the Christian's laughter creates such a strong impression on rational individuals, and makes them prick up their ears whenever they hear it, is because it reveals more about the Christian's inner being in an instant than a very large book could ever do. What this laughter reveals about the Christian in such an immediate and striking way is that he is an individual who suffers greatly from himself: more precisely, that he is someone to whom something terrible has been done, something shameful, and that the person who has done this terrible and shameful thing to him is none other than himself. How do we know this? Because the Christian's laughter is a laughter which resonates with deep and unrelenting guilt. It is the tortured laughter born of an individual who cannot live with himself, an individual who recognises at some level of his being that he is disgraceful and contemptible, an object to be despised. This is why on hearing it the man of finer feelings and good taste immediately averts his eyes from its source.
The terrible and shameful thing which the Christian has done to himself inwardly, and which fills his laughter with so much pain, is that he has murdered his freedom and integrity for the sake of his religion. The Christian is only too willing to perform this deplorable act of self-sabotage because he is a weakling who is terrified of assuming responsibility and control over his own life and decisions. Rather than determining for himself what kind of person he will become and how he will live, he pretends that a Divine Being exists external to himself so that he can abandon himself to its will and authority. Thus, instead of taking charge of his own existence, instead of being the author of his own destiny, the Christian chooses to adopt an infantile orientation to life by clinging abjectly to his religion, by clinging to a childish delusion, by clinging to the apron strings of 'God'. As a consequence of choosing to be un-free and inauthentic in this way, by choosing to remain locked in a state of permanent infancy, the Christian allows his own existential possibilities to wither and die: so much so, that long before his body expires he becomes something false and vacuous, a shell of a man, a desiccated nonentity, the ghost of what might have been.
The pain in the Christian's laughter, then, should be understood as summarising all the anguish and guilt he feels at having betrayed himself, all the hurt and rage he feels at having neglected and disowned his true potentialities and goals, all his secret shame at having made a travesty of his life. His pained laughter announces to the whole world in a direct and emphatic way that he is a cowardly wretch who dreads his own freedom, that he is unnerved by the innumerable possibilities of existence, that he is so afraid of thinking and acting for himself that he is willing to forgo the possibility of his own self-creation.
Given that what the Christian thinks, says and does is done in almost total compliance and conformity with the directives of a fantasised power which lies outside himself (viz. 'God') this means that he is not really in his 'own' thoughts, not really in his 'own' words, not really in his 'own' actions. This accounts for why he is prey to recurring feelings of emptiness, depersonalization and unreality - and the horrible suspicion that he is merely going through the motions of being alive. The Christian is necessarily divorced from his whole inner life and experience because what he thinks, says and does are informed by, or are done in accordance with, a 'Divine Power' which is perceived as other than himself. The Christian, in effect, exists only in absentia for he is a person who has absconded from himself. His self-being is really a form of death-in-life.
Having considered the above it is hardly surprising, then, that the pain in the Christian's laughter leaves the rational person who has the misfortune to hear it somewhat depressed. For it signifies a human tragedy - the tragedy of an individual who, out of weakness and fear, has failed to achieve an authentic mode of being, who has never grown up, and who has wantonly sacrificed two of the most precious things a human being can possess: viz. his own freedom and integrity.
Regards
James
LOL! I have to beg to differ! As many people here have heard my laughter, NONE have begged me to stop because I was sounding like a anguished animal! What the hell are you on about?
:yh_rotfl and yes I am a christian!
No reasonable person would blame you for wondering how the Christian can be blind to the pain in his own laughter given that the pain which fills it is so stark in nature, so blatant and unmistakable, so flagrant as to be nakedly obvious. This is why even though one finds the Christian's laughter excruciating one cannot help but be intrigued by it at the same time. This laughter is so anguished in tone, so forced in its delivery, so hysterical in its outburst that one involuntarily shrinks from it as if from an exploding boil. One feels acutely embarrassed for the Christian on hearing his pained and desperate laughter. Indeed, one is even moved at times to pity him because of it. That said, the pain in the Christian's laughter is so uniquely awful that it demands an explanation.
The reason why the pain in the Christian's laughter creates such a strong impression on rational individuals, and makes them prick up their ears whenever they hear it, is because it reveals more about the Christian's inner being in an instant than a very large book could ever do. What this laughter reveals about the Christian in such an immediate and striking way is that he is an individual who suffers greatly from himself: more precisely, that he is someone to whom something terrible has been done, something shameful, and that the person who has done this terrible and shameful thing to him is none other than himself. How do we know this? Because the Christian's laughter is a laughter which resonates with deep and unrelenting guilt. It is the tortured laughter born of an individual who cannot live with himself, an individual who recognises at some level of his being that he is disgraceful and contemptible, an object to be despised. This is why on hearing it the man of finer feelings and good taste immediately averts his eyes from its source.
The terrible and shameful thing which the Christian has done to himself inwardly, and which fills his laughter with so much pain, is that he has murdered his freedom and integrity for the sake of his religion. The Christian is only too willing to perform this deplorable act of self-sabotage because he is a weakling who is terrified of assuming responsibility and control over his own life and decisions. Rather than determining for himself what kind of person he will become and how he will live, he pretends that a Divine Being exists external to himself so that he can abandon himself to its will and authority. Thus, instead of taking charge of his own existence, instead of being the author of his own destiny, the Christian chooses to adopt an infantile orientation to life by clinging abjectly to his religion, by clinging to a childish delusion, by clinging to the apron strings of 'God'. As a consequence of choosing to be un-free and inauthentic in this way, by choosing to remain locked in a state of permanent infancy, the Christian allows his own existential possibilities to wither and die: so much so, that long before his body expires he becomes something false and vacuous, a shell of a man, a desiccated nonentity, the ghost of what might have been.
The pain in the Christian's laughter, then, should be understood as summarising all the anguish and guilt he feels at having betrayed himself, all the hurt and rage he feels at having neglected and disowned his true potentialities and goals, all his secret shame at having made a travesty of his life. His pained laughter announces to the whole world in a direct and emphatic way that he is a cowardly wretch who dreads his own freedom, that he is unnerved by the innumerable possibilities of existence, that he is so afraid of thinking and acting for himself that he is willing to forgo the possibility of his own self-creation.
Given that what the Christian thinks, says and does is done in almost total compliance and conformity with the directives of a fantasised power which lies outside himself (viz. 'God') this means that he is not really in his 'own' thoughts, not really in his 'own' words, not really in his 'own' actions. This accounts for why he is prey to recurring feelings of emptiness, depersonalization and unreality - and the horrible suspicion that he is merely going through the motions of being alive. The Christian is necessarily divorced from his whole inner life and experience because what he thinks, says and does are informed by, or are done in accordance with, a 'Divine Power' which is perceived as other than himself. The Christian, in effect, exists only in absentia for he is a person who has absconded from himself. His self-being is really a form of death-in-life.
Having considered the above it is hardly surprising, then, that the pain in the Christian's laughter leaves the rational person who has the misfortune to hear it somewhat depressed. For it signifies a human tragedy - the tragedy of an individual who, out of weakness and fear, has failed to achieve an authentic mode of being, who has never grown up, and who has wantonly sacrificed two of the most precious things a human being can possess: viz. his own freedom and integrity.
Regards
James
LOL! I have to beg to differ! As many people here have heard my laughter, NONE have begged me to stop because I was sounding like a anguished animal! What the hell are you on about?
:yh_rotfl and yes I am a christian!
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Haven't read the opening but the responses a humorous.
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Glaswegian;493056 wrote: When you hear the laughter of some Christians do you ever wonder why there is so much pain in it? [...]
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No. :-2 Actually I've never heard pain in our/their laughter (certainly not as abundantly as I see fear in your posts), so of course I would never wonder about it.
Since I haven't, I didn't see the sense in wading through the rest of the OP.
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No. :-2 Actually I've never heard pain in our/their laughter (certainly not as abundantly as I see fear in your posts), so of course I would never wonder about it.
Since I haven't, I didn't see the sense in wading through the rest of the OP.
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You read more than I did, as I read nothing but your response to the bit you quoted is perfect. I can certainly agree with that.
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You read more than I did, as I read nothing but your response to the bit you quoted is perfect. I can certainly agree with that.
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Novelty;493400 wrote: All i see is the pain of the of the little boys and girls raped by the priests who the Vatican protected..
that's real pain, not in the philosophical view of this thread, but more real.....The pain is seeing you claim that the Vatican protected the little boys and girls. It you want to say that the Vatican protected the priests, for God's sake use "whom" or restructure your sentence to a simpler syntax.
that's real pain, not in the philosophical view of this thread, but more real.....The pain is seeing you claim that the Vatican protected the little boys and girls. It you want to say that the Vatican protected the priests, for God's sake use "whom" or restructure your sentence to a simpler syntax.
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That one would work, mrsK. With a "who", anyway.
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mrsK;493606 wrote: My friend attacked the priest at the christening
That christening sounds heavenly, mrsK! Did you attend it? If you did then were you able to join in on the attack? Please tell me that you managed to get a good kick at the priest. Or that you at least succeeded in ripping out a handful of his hair....
That christening sounds heavenly, mrsK! Did you attend it? If you did then were you able to join in on the attack? Please tell me that you managed to get a good kick at the priest. Or that you at least succeeded in ripping out a handful of his hair....
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Glaswegian;493685 wrote: That christening sounds heavenly, mrsK! Did you attend it? If you did then were you able to join in on the attack? Please tell me that you managed to get a good kick at the priest. Or that you at least succeeded in ripping out a handful of his hair....
She wrote "a priest" not "the priest".
She wrote "a priest" not "the priest".
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Glaswegian;493685 wrote: That christening sounds heavenly, mrsK! Did you attend it? If you did then were you able to join in on the attack? Please tell me that you managed to get a good kick at the priest. Or that you at least succeeded in ripping out a handful of his hair....
James, it would be interesting to hear a biographical sketch of your own involvement with people who professed themselves to be Christian. Start at the beginning, tell what happened, avoid censoring, and bring the story up to date. I'd read that. If you stick to the average length of your opening posts it would be enlightening.
James, it would be interesting to hear a biographical sketch of your own involvement with people who professed themselves to be Christian. Start at the beginning, tell what happened, avoid censoring, and bring the story up to date. I'd read that. If you stick to the average length of your opening posts it would be enlightening.
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Who has a spare two minutes to play in this month's FG Trivia game! ... My other OS is Slackware.
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Novelty;493400 wrote: All i see is the pain of the of the little boys and girls raped by the priests who the Vatican protected
Regarding the question of why paedophilia is rampant among the priests of the Catholic Church, the journalist and writer Kevin Myers observes in the English magazine The Spectator:
'Celibacy is what makes the Catholic priesthood the hardest of callings. The catholic priest - celibate, emotionally isolated, physically untouched through the decades of manhood - is prey to unrequitable sexual urges.'
Myers, an Irishman, has also noted the immaturity which tends to characterise Catholic priests' attitudes about sex. He writes:
'Many Irish priests still seem frozen in a state of adolescence. They giggle easily. They love lavatory jokes. A joke with the word 'f**k' in it will reduce them to hysteria.'
In general it can be said that the more sexually repressive an institution is the greater the likelihood it will give rise to sexual deviancy. And this is all too evident in the case of the Catholic Church whose ranks are filled with priests who have perpetrated acts of sexual depravity against children. The Catholic Church has been described as 'a haven for homosexual paedophiles' because its priests have buggered young boys across the globe. For example, with regard to Ireland, Myers writes:
'A Norbertine priest, Brendan Smyth, was imprisoned in Northern Ireland after a horrifying career of pederasty reaching back into the 1940's, much of it in the Republic and involving scores of children...This was only the start of the horror show. Dog-collar after dog-collar appeared sheepishly over the dock as their owners were charged with sodomising young boys, though the courts in Ireland still tended to protect the Church as much as they could - one court ordered the press to name neither a priest who buggered a dozen young boys, nor his religious order...Many other child abuse stories still wait to be processed.'
It is naive to think that the explosion in sexual crimes committed against children by the so-called 'holy men' of the Catholic Church is a recent phenomenon; that its creatures have only decided to commit acts of paedophilic depravity during the last few decades or so. Actually, the Roman Catholic Church has been in the business of sexually abusing and traumatising minors for centuries. For example, history records that some popes slept with children as a matter of course - and this included their own children. Thus, one pope enjoyed sodomising his own young son. This despicable act was known to the Catholic Church hierarchy. But pederasty was - and clearly still is - the done thing in that organisation, a 'normal' activity, and the Pope in question was quite shameless about it.
Sodomy, incest and fornication were not unknown to other popes. The eminent English historian, Edward Gibbon, wrote of one - John XXIII (1410-1415) - as follows:
'The most scandalous charges against him were suppressed. This Vicar of Christ was only accused of piracy, murder, rape, sodomy and incest.'
Regarding the question of why paedophilia is rampant among the priests of the Catholic Church, the journalist and writer Kevin Myers observes in the English magazine The Spectator:
'Celibacy is what makes the Catholic priesthood the hardest of callings. The catholic priest - celibate, emotionally isolated, physically untouched through the decades of manhood - is prey to unrequitable sexual urges.'
Myers, an Irishman, has also noted the immaturity which tends to characterise Catholic priests' attitudes about sex. He writes:
'Many Irish priests still seem frozen in a state of adolescence. They giggle easily. They love lavatory jokes. A joke with the word 'f**k' in it will reduce them to hysteria.'
In general it can be said that the more sexually repressive an institution is the greater the likelihood it will give rise to sexual deviancy. And this is all too evident in the case of the Catholic Church whose ranks are filled with priests who have perpetrated acts of sexual depravity against children. The Catholic Church has been described as 'a haven for homosexual paedophiles' because its priests have buggered young boys across the globe. For example, with regard to Ireland, Myers writes:
'A Norbertine priest, Brendan Smyth, was imprisoned in Northern Ireland after a horrifying career of pederasty reaching back into the 1940's, much of it in the Republic and involving scores of children...This was only the start of the horror show. Dog-collar after dog-collar appeared sheepishly over the dock as their owners were charged with sodomising young boys, though the courts in Ireland still tended to protect the Church as much as they could - one court ordered the press to name neither a priest who buggered a dozen young boys, nor his religious order...Many other child abuse stories still wait to be processed.'
It is naive to think that the explosion in sexual crimes committed against children by the so-called 'holy men' of the Catholic Church is a recent phenomenon; that its creatures have only decided to commit acts of paedophilic depravity during the last few decades or so. Actually, the Roman Catholic Church has been in the business of sexually abusing and traumatising minors for centuries. For example, history records that some popes slept with children as a matter of course - and this included their own children. Thus, one pope enjoyed sodomising his own young son. This despicable act was known to the Catholic Church hierarchy. But pederasty was - and clearly still is - the done thing in that organisation, a 'normal' activity, and the Pope in question was quite shameless about it.
Sodomy, incest and fornication were not unknown to other popes. The eminent English historian, Edward Gibbon, wrote of one - John XXIII (1410-1415) - as follows:
'The most scandalous charges against him were suppressed. This Vicar of Christ was only accused of piracy, murder, rape, sodomy and incest.'
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Novelty wrote: What do you believe in Flopstock?
flopstock;493784 wrote: Not much, to be honest with you.
That sounds very gloomy. Please don't be so gloomy, flopstock. Listen, I know a song that'll cheer you up. Shall we sing it together? Okay then - on the count of three let's go. One...two...three.
I'm singing in the rain
just singing in the rain
what a glorious feeling
I'm happy again
I'm laughing at clouds
so dark up above
the sun's in my heart
and I'm ready for love...
(Are you starting to feel better, flopstock? Good!)
...let the stormy clouds chase
everyone from the place
come on with rain
I've a smile on my face...
(All the other members of the forum can join in if they like. Let's all sing together.)
...I walk down the lane
with a happy refrain
and I'm singing
just singing in the rain...
(That's right, spot. You show 'em. C'mon everybody. Let's all do what spot's doing. Everybody dance!)
I'm singing in the rain
just singing in the rain
what a glorious feeling
I'm so happy again
flopstock;493784 wrote: Not much, to be honest with you.
That sounds very gloomy. Please don't be so gloomy, flopstock. Listen, I know a song that'll cheer you up. Shall we sing it together? Okay then - on the count of three let's go. One...two...three.
I'm singing in the rain
just singing in the rain
what a glorious feeling
I'm happy again
I'm laughing at clouds
so dark up above
the sun's in my heart
and I'm ready for love...
(Are you starting to feel better, flopstock? Good!)
...let the stormy clouds chase
everyone from the place
come on with rain
I've a smile on my face...
(All the other members of the forum can join in if they like. Let's all sing together.)
...I walk down the lane
with a happy refrain
and I'm singing
just singing in the rain...
(That's right, spot. You show 'em. C'mon everybody. Let's all do what spot's doing. Everybody dance!)
I'm singing in the rain
just singing in the rain
what a glorious feeling
I'm so happy again
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flopstock;493859 wrote: Actually, not gloomy at all.
I'm relieved to hear that, flopstock. In your earlier post (#26) you came across to me as being a little depressed - as if the only thing you had to look forward to this Christmas was helping Ted complete his Jesus Drinks From A Sponge Of Vinegar On The Cross jigsaw puzzle.
I'm relieved to hear that, flopstock. In your earlier post (#26) you came across to me as being a little depressed - as if the only thing you had to look forward to this Christmas was helping Ted complete his Jesus Drinks From A Sponge Of Vinegar On The Cross jigsaw puzzle.
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Novelty;493400 wrote: All i see is the pain of the of the little boys and girls raped by the priests who the Vatican protected.
A useful metaphor through which to understand the Catholic Church is as follows:
The Catholic Church - a.k.a. 'The Body Of Christ' - is an obscene predatory pig of cosmic proportions within whose endless fatty folds and rancid recesses are contained the lost 'souls' of countless child victims.
A useful metaphor through which to understand the Catholic Church is as follows:
The Catholic Church - a.k.a. 'The Body Of Christ' - is an obscene predatory pig of cosmic proportions within whose endless fatty folds and rancid recesses are contained the lost 'souls' of countless child victims.
Why The Christian's Laughter Is Full Of Pain
James, does "obscene predatory pig of cosmic proportions within whose endless fatty folds and rancid recesses" come solely from a cerebral consideration of the nature of the world, or are you reacting to past events in your own life? I've asked before but you invariably tune out the question.
Nullius in verba ... ☎||||||||||| ... To Fate I sue, of other means bereft, the only refuge for the wretched left.
When flower power came along I stood for Human Rights, marched around for peace and freedom, had some nooky every night - we took it serious.
Who has a spare two minutes to play in this month's FG Trivia game! ... My other OS is Slackware.
When flower power came along I stood for Human Rights, marched around for peace and freedom, had some nooky every night - we took it serious.
Who has a spare two minutes to play in this month's FG Trivia game! ... My other OS is Slackware.
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Magenta flame;495523 wrote: You all know what I want to really say to this silly mongrel but I might get banned again!
I know what you really want to say to me, Magenta flame. And that if you were to declare your true feelings about me then this might get you banned. But understand this - I do not give myself to just any woman.
I know what you really want to say to me, Magenta flame. And that if you were to declare your true feelings about me then this might get you banned. But understand this - I do not give myself to just any woman.
Why The Christian's Laughter Is Full Of Pain
Glaswegian;495534 wrote: I know what you really want to say to me, Magenta flame. And that if you were to declare your true feelings about me then this might get you banned. But understand this - I do not give myself to just any woman.The pain in the laughter is palpable.
Nullius in verba ... ☎||||||||||| ... To Fate I sue, of other means bereft, the only refuge for the wretched left.
When flower power came along I stood for Human Rights, marched around for peace and freedom, had some nooky every night - we took it serious.
Who has a spare two minutes to play in this month's FG Trivia game! ... My other OS is Slackware.
When flower power came along I stood for Human Rights, marched around for peace and freedom, had some nooky every night - we took it serious.
Who has a spare two minutes to play in this month's FG Trivia game! ... My other OS is Slackware.
Why The Christian's Laughter Is Full Of Pain
Diuretic;495563 wrote: Channelling Aleister Crowley are we G? 
As difficult as Aleister Crowley was to tolerate, let's not insult him here, Diuretic. Crowley advanced metaphysics by Superman proportions, while our cretin here wallows in the mud without so much as a stubby finger's worth of justification.
As difficult as Aleister Crowley was to tolerate, let's not insult him here, Diuretic. Crowley advanced metaphysics by Superman proportions, while our cretin here wallows in the mud without so much as a stubby finger's worth of justification.