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Since we know their speech could be subversive or dangerous?

Quote from: <:::::[]=¤༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ I am th on February 15, 2015, 10:30:45 PM

Second, the fact that you think military service somehow correlates to intelligence, competence, or mental stability is somwhere laughable and frightening. If you know anything about Noelle you should know she is none of those three things. I think Noelle has every right to arm herself, just like everyone else, but she's just about the last person here I'd trust with one.

Since you are a known troll, I have to assume this is not serious. It is, however, in the serious forum. So you are joking, right? I am much more trustworthy with a firearm than you will ever be. I am actually trained with them, know how to properly and safely use them, and am probably much more mentally competent than you are. I have actual useful skills, many of which I learned in the military. Leadership skills, basic medical skills, I know how to operate and maintain firearms, I know how to maintain vehicles, and I am now going to school to be an EMT. What have you done?

Say that to my face fucker not online and see what happens

Quote from: Noëlle on February 15, 2015, 06:40:25 PM

Quote from: Meta Cognition on February 15, 2015, 05:59:55 PM

This is probably one of those instances where I'd support the federal government over a state government.

Well of course, you live in Europe. This bill is great. The federal government can fuck off when it comes to trying to limit the rights of American citizens, especially when it comes to being able to defend themselves, or collecting guns for sport or just as a hobby.

While I understand where you're coming from, I think some American's are a little too gun happy who aren't qualified to own or use one. I hear you were in the Airforce, so you should have every right.

And this is why you're an idiot.

You can't enjoy your rights TOO much, that's fucking retarded. You can't be TOO free speech-happy. You can't be TOO gung-ho about your search-and-seizure rights.

Second, the fact that you think military service somehow correlates to intelligence, competence, or mental stability is somwhere laughable and frightening. If you know anything about Noelle you should know she is none of those three things. I think Noelle has every right to arm herself, just like everyone else, but she's just about the last person here I'd trust with one.

I'd like to see more competition like this on the world stage.

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<:::::[]=¤༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ I am the knight of spamerino

-Peter Ustinov

huh?

something something microbrews republicans are so dumb california so good

This fucking thread holy shit hahaha

by H. P. Lovecraft.

It is at night, especially when the moon is gibbous and waning, that I see the thing. I tried morphine; but the drug has given only transient surcease, and has drawn me into its clutches as a hopeless slave. So now I am to end it all, having written a full account for the information or the contemptuous amusement of my fellow-men. Often I ask myself if it could not all have been a pure phantasm -- a mere freak of fever as I lay sun-stricken and raving in the open boat after my escape from the German man-of-war. This I ask myself, but ever does there come before me a hideously vivid vision in reply. I cannot think of the deep sea without shuddering at the nameless things that may at this very moment be crawling and floundering on its slimy bed, worshipping their ancient stone idols and carving their own detestable likenesses on submarine obelisks of water-soaked granite. I dream of a day when they may rise above the billows to drag down in their reeking talons the remnants of puny, war-exhausted mankind -- of a day when the land shall sink, and the dark ocean floor shall ascend amidst universal pandemonium.

Of my frantic ascent of the slope and cliff, and of my delirious journey back to the stranded boat, I remember little. I believe I sang a great deal, and laughed oddly when I was unable to sing. I have indistinct recollections of a great storm some time after I reached the boat; at any rate, I knew that I heard peals of thunder and other tones which Nature utters only in her wildest moods.

Plainly visible across the intervening water on account of their enormous size was an array of bas-reliefs whose subjects would have excited the envy of a Dore. I think that these things were supposed to depict men -- at least, a certain sort of men; though the creatures were shown disporting like fishes in the waters of some marine grotto, or paying homage at some monolithic shrine which appeared to be under the waves as well. Of their faces and forms I dare not speak in detail, for the mere remembrance makes me grow faint. Grotesque beyond the imagination of a Poe or a Bulwer, they were damnably human in general outline despite webbed hands and feet, shockingly wide and flabby lips, glassy, bulging eyes, and other features less pleasant to recall. Curiously enough, they seemed to have been chiselled badly out of proportion with their scenic background; for one of the creatures was shown in the act of killing a whale represented as but little larger than himself. I remarked, as I say, their grotesqueness and strange size; but in a moment decided that they were merely the imaginary gods of some primitive fishing or seafaring tribe; some tribe whose last descendant had perished eras before the first ancestor of the Piltdown or Neanderthal Man was born.