Since atlas is "off air" I am posting these videos to take up the slack:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=02chxGQ5TGk
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RJSq1Nm5Uj0
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wKd7-zowkis
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LysVwnJsOQ8
Topic: My final words -- at least for a long while. (Read 1691 times)
"My" final words? These are not even yours.
It’s taken out of Might is Right. Oh wait, wasn’t one of your pseudonyms Ragnar?
So, why do you not pay tribute to him?
Truly, you are a parasite.
It’s taken out of Might is Right. Oh wait, wasn’t one of your pseudonyms Ragnar?
So, why do you not pay tribute to him?
Truly, you are a parasite.
What a bunch of drivel..
Like someone vomiting on the keyboard..
Like someone vomiting on the keyboard..
Anyone else find it odd that he only posted a couple more times after Matthew got banned, then posts this?
There's some entertaining ideas that come from this.
-Matthew=Atlas, but that's boring and overdone.
-Matthew took the 4 days to visit, and afterwards they had a shotgun wedding. They separated the next morning, no idea why but it may have something to do with the horses head in the bed... Atlas can't bear to be around Matthew anymore.
-Once Matthew was gone, Atlas got lonely and went to Bruce for attention. Currently in Pattaya with Bruce for a "conference".
-He is in jail for stealing from his mom, and losing it all on Bitcoinica.
-It's a Fight Club scenario, where Matthew really is Atlas, created by his psyche to get Atlas to do something besides post on how forums how awesome he is.
-He opened a business assembling Ikea tables. For bitcoins only. No customers yet.
There's some entertaining ideas that come from this.
-Matthew=Atlas, but that's boring and overdone.
-Matthew took the 4 days to visit, and afterwards they had a shotgun wedding. They separated the next morning, no idea why but it may have something to do with the horses head in the bed... Atlas can't bear to be around Matthew anymore.
-Once Matthew was gone, Atlas got lonely and went to Bruce for attention. Currently in Pattaya with Bruce for a "conference".
-He is in jail for stealing from his mom, and losing it all on Bitcoinica.
-It's a Fight Club scenario, where Matthew really is Atlas, created by his psyche to get Atlas to do something besides post on how forums how awesome he is.
-He opened a business assembling Ikea tables. For bitcoins only. No customers yet.
BadBear wrote what?
Congratulations, you've taken your public monkey spanking to a whole new level, and still no one cares 
Come back when you grow up girl.
Come back when you grow up girl.
...being a slave takes away your time and energy for defending yourself.
Quite the opposite. I recently switched back to a mindless job. Sure, it's a lot less money, but also a lot less stress. The stress relief was something like a dopamine flood that briefly caused some hallucinations. I sell my physical locality on a limited term basis, but my mind is free to develop my thoughts. For a writer, manual labor is meditation. It sounds like Atlas has a pretty good job for a dreamer kid. Not everyone can be a Zhou Tong, but I don't envy Type A personalities anyway. hero member
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Anyone else find it odd that he only posted a couple more times after Matthew got banned, then posts this?
There's some entertaining ideas that come from this.
-Matthew=Atlas, but that's boring and overdone.
-Matthew took the 4 days to visit, and afterwards they had a shotgun wedding. They separated the next morning, no idea why but it may have something to do with the horses head in the bed... Atlas can't bear to be around Matthew anymore.
-Once Matthew was gone, Atlas got lonely and went to Bruce for attention. Currently in Pattaya with Bruce for a "conference".
-He is in jail for stealing from his mom, and losing it all on Bitcoinica.
-It's a Fight Club scenario, where Matthew really is Atlas, created by his psyche to get Atlas to do something besides post on how forums how awesome he is.
-He opened a business assembling Ikea tables. For bitcoins only. No customers yet.
There's some entertaining ideas that come from this.
-Matthew=Atlas, but that's boring and overdone.
-Matthew took the 4 days to visit, and afterwards they had a shotgun wedding. They separated the next morning, no idea why but it may have something to do with the horses head in the bed... Atlas can't bear to be around Matthew anymore.
-Once Matthew was gone, Atlas got lonely and went to Bruce for attention. Currently in Pattaya with Bruce for a "conference".
-He is in jail for stealing from his mom, and losing it all on Bitcoinica.
-It's a Fight Club scenario, where Matthew really is Atlas, created by his psyche to get Atlas to do something besides post on how forums how awesome he is.
-He opened a business assembling Ikea tables. For bitcoins only. No customers yet.
I'd like to say I would never in my wildest dreams troll myself, but my work ethic shows otherwise.
I offer an alternative theory: Atlas is a self-important delusional retard who finally became what we all knew he eventually would-- a slave to the system he pretends he is above, and being a slave takes away your time and energy for defending yourself. It will only go down from here when he gets into drugs and hangs out with Loganschrye on break.
Anyone else find it odd that he only posted a couple more times after Matthew got banned, then posts this?
There's some entertaining ideas that come from this.
-Matthew=Atlas, but that's boring and overdone.
-Matthew took the 4 days to visit, and afterwards they had a shotgun wedding. They separated the next morning, no idea why but it may have something to do with the horses head in the bed... Atlas can't bear to be around Matthew anymore.
-Once Matthew was gone, Atlas got lonely and went to Bruce for attention. Currently in Pattaya with Bruce for a "conference".
-He is in jail for stealing from his mom, and losing it all on Bitcoinica.
-It's a Fight Club scenario, where Matthew really is Atlas, created by his psyche to get Atlas to do something besides post on how forums how awesome he is.
-He opened a business assembling Ikea tables. For bitcoins only. No customers yet.
There's some entertaining ideas that come from this.
-Matthew=Atlas, but that's boring and overdone.
-Matthew took the 4 days to visit, and afterwards they had a shotgun wedding. They separated the next morning, no idea why but it may have something to do with the horses head in the bed... Atlas can't bear to be around Matthew anymore.
-Once Matthew was gone, Atlas got lonely and went to Bruce for attention. Currently in Pattaya with Bruce for a "conference".
-He is in jail for stealing from his mom, and losing it all on Bitcoinica.
-It's a Fight Club scenario, where Matthew really is Atlas, created by his psyche to get Atlas to do something besides post on how forums how awesome he is.
-He opened a business assembling Ikea tables. For bitcoins only. No customers yet.
I personally know about 20 workers at the Sandwich Walmart (really in Plano, IL), and they've all been there for several years. One guy I know was dropped on his head when he was a baby, thus impaired all his life, yet he functions pretty well as a greeter and cart go-getter. Another girl is on vacation getting her hair-lip (not looking up a better word) rectified. She's a Pentecostal, and I've always imagined her speaking in tongues with her... Nevermind! I'm not posting this to make fun of them or Jon. Just wanted to put the Walmart thing in perspective.
~Bruno~
~Bruno~
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My final words -- at least for a long while.
Until his Electrolux has made the rounds.
I am very anxious to see Atlas refuse to file for his taxes next year. It's going to be hilarious watching him write "I am unremorseful" in his deductions column.
Atlas, bless your poor soul.
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My final words -- at least for a long while.
Until his Electrolux has made the rounds.
I am very anxious to see Atlas refuse to file for his taxes next year. It's going to be hilarious watching him write "I am unremorseful" in his deductions column.
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My final words -- at least for a long while.
Until his Electrolux has made the rounds.
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My final words -- at least for a long while.
Until his Electrolux has made the rounds. I doubt Ragnar Redbeard worked at Walmart.
Get out much?
C&P'd from different sources, albeit a nice read. Poor Jehovah!
~Bruno~
Here I thought he was inspired by listening to heavy metal. ~Bruno~
No hoary falsehood shall be a truth to me; no cult or dogma shall encramp my pen. I break away from all conventions. Alone, untrammelled. I raise up in stern invasion the standard of the strong. I gaze into the glassy eye of your fearsome Jehovah and pluck him by the beard; I uplift a broadaxe and split open his worm-eaten skull.
I blast out the ghastly contents of philosophic whited sepulchers and laugh with sardonic wrath! Then reaching up the festering and varnished facades of your haughtiest moral dogmas, I write thereon in letters of blazing scorn: "Lo and behold all this is fraud!" I deny all things! I question all things! And yet! And yet! Gather round me, O ye death-defiant, and the Earth itself shall be thine, to have and to hold.
In no human brain can sufficient space be found for the relentless logic of hard fact, until all pre-existing delusions have been finally annihilated. Half measures are of no avail; we must go down to the very roots and tear them out even to the last fibre. We must be like nature, hard cruel, relentless.
To long the dead hand has been permitted to sterilize living thought. Too long right and wrong, good and evil have been inverted by false prophets. In the days that are at hand, neither creed nor code Must be accepted upon authority - human, superhuman, or "divine". Morality and conventionalism are for subordinates. Religions and constitutions and all arbitrary principles, every mortal theorem, must be deliberately put to the question. No moral dogma must be taken for granted, no standard of measurement deified.There is nothing inherently sacred about moral codes.Like the wooden idols of long ago, they are all the work of human hands; and what man has made, man can destroy. He who is slow to believe anything and everything is of great understanding, for belief in one false principle is the beginning of all unwisdom.The chief duty of every new age is to upraise new men to determine its liberties, to lead it towards material success - to rend the rusty padlocks and chains of dead customs that always prevent healthy expansion. Theories and ideals and constitutions that have meant life, hope and freedom for our ancestors may mean destruction, slavery, and dishonor to us. As environments change, no human ideal standeth sure.
Whenever, therefore , a lie has built unto itself a throne, let it be assailed without pity and without regret; for under the dominance of a inconvenient falsehood, no nation can permanently prosper. Let Established sophisms be dethroned, rooted out, burnt, and destroyed- for they are a standing menace to all true nobility of thought and action.Whatever alleged "truth" is proven by results to be but an empty fiction, let it be unceremoniously flung into the outer darkness, among the dead gods, dead empires,dead philosophies and other useless lumber and wreckage.
The most dangerous of all enthroned lies, is the holy, the sanctified the privileged lie - the lie that everyone believes to be a model truth. It is the fruitful mother of all other popular errors and delusions. It is hydra-headed. It has a thousand roots. It is a social cancer. The lie that is known to be a lie is half- -eradicated. But the lie that even intelligent persons regard as a sacred fact - the lie that has been inculcated around a mother's knee - is more dangerous to contend against than a creeping pestilence. Popular lies have ever been the most potent enemies of personal liberty. There is only one way to deal with them: Cut them out, to the very core, just as cancers are. Exterminate them root and branch, or they will surely eat us all up. Annihilate them, or they will us. Half and half remedies are of no avail.
I blast out the ghastly contents of philosophic whited sepulchers and laugh with sardonic wrath! Then reaching up the festering and varnished facades of your haughtiest moral dogmas, I write thereon in letters of blazing scorn: "Lo and behold all this is fraud!" I deny all things! I question all things! And yet! And yet! Gather round me, O ye death-defiant, and the Earth itself shall be thine, to have and to hold.
In no human brain can sufficient space be found for the relentless logic of hard fact, until all pre-existing delusions have been finally annihilated. Half measures are of no avail; we must go down to the very roots and tear them out even to the last fibre. We must be like nature, hard cruel, relentless.
To long the dead hand has been permitted to sterilize living thought. Too long right and wrong, good and evil have been inverted by false prophets. In the days that are at hand, neither creed nor code Must be accepted upon authority - human, superhuman, or "divine". Morality and conventionalism are for subordinates. Religions and constitutions and all arbitrary principles, every mortal theorem, must be deliberately put to the question. No moral dogma must be taken for granted, no standard of measurement deified.There is nothing inherently sacred about moral codes.Like the wooden idols of long ago, they are all the work of human hands; and what man has made, man can destroy. He who is slow to believe anything and everything is of great understanding, for belief in one false principle is the beginning of all unwisdom.The chief duty of every new age is to upraise new men to determine its liberties, to lead it towards material success - to rend the rusty padlocks and chains of dead customs that always prevent healthy expansion. Theories and ideals and constitutions that have meant life, hope and freedom for our ancestors may mean destruction, slavery, and dishonor to us. As environments change, no human ideal standeth sure.
Whenever, therefore , a lie has built unto itself a throne, let it be assailed without pity and without regret; for under the dominance of a inconvenient falsehood, no nation can permanently prosper. Let Established sophisms be dethroned, rooted out, burnt, and destroyed- for they are a standing menace to all true nobility of thought and action.Whatever alleged "truth" is proven by results to be but an empty fiction, let it be unceremoniously flung into the outer darkness, among the dead gods, dead empires,dead philosophies and other useless lumber and wreckage.
The most dangerous of all enthroned lies, is the holy, the sanctified the privileged lie - the lie that everyone believes to be a model truth. It is the fruitful mother of all other popular errors and delusions. It is hydra-headed. It has a thousand roots. It is a social cancer. The lie that is known to be a lie is half- -eradicated. But the lie that even intelligent persons regard as a sacred fact - the lie that has been inculcated around a mother's knee - is more dangerous to contend against than a creeping pestilence. Popular lies have ever been the most potent enemies of personal liberty. There is only one way to deal with them: Cut them out, to the very core, just as cancers are. Exterminate them root and branch, or they will surely eat us all up. Annihilate them, or they will us. Half and half remedies are of no avail.
TL;DR, how many thesauruses (thesauri?) did you burn through when making this post?
C&P'd from different sources, albeit a nice read. Poor Jehovah!
~Bruno~
TL;DR, how many thesauruses (thesauri?) did you burn through when making this post?
No hoary falsehood shall be a truth to me; no cult or dogma shall encramp my pen. I break away from all conventions. Alone, untrammelled. I raise up in stern invasion the standard of the strong. I gaze into the glassy eye of your fearsome Jehovah and pluck him by the beard; I uplift a broadaxe and split open his worm-eaten skull.
I blast out the ghastly contents of philosophic whited sepulchers and laugh with sardonic wrath! Then reaching up the festering and varnished facades of your haughtiest moral dogmas, I write thereon in letters of blazing scorn: "Lo and behold all this is fraud!" I deny all things! I question all things! And yet! And yet! Gather round me, O ye death-defiant, and the Earth itself shall be thine, to have and to hold.
In no human brain can sufficient space be found for the relentless logic of hard fact, until all pre-existing delusions have been finally annihilated. Half measures are of no avail; we must go down to the very roots and tear them out even to the last fibre. We must be like nature, hard cruel, relentless.
To long the dead hand has been permitted to sterilize living thought. Too long right and wrong, good and evil have been inverted by false prophets. In the days that are at hand, neither creed nor code Must be accepted upon authority - human, superhuman, or "divine". Morality and conventionalism are for subordinates. Religions and constitutions and all arbitrary principles, every mortal theorem, must be deliberately put to the question. No moral dogma must be taken for granted, no standard of measurement deified.There is nothing inherently sacred about moral codes.Like the wooden idols of long ago, they are all the work of human hands; and what man has made, man can destroy. He who is slow to believe anything and everything is of great understanding, for belief in one false principle is the beginning of all unwisdom.The chief duty of every new age is to upraise new men to determine its liberties, to lead it towards material success - to rend the rusty padlocks and chains of dead customs that always prevent healthy expansion. Theories and ideals and constitutions that have meant life, hope and freedom for our ancestors may mean destruction, slavery, and dishonor to us. As environments change, no human ideal standeth sure.
Whenever, therefore , a lie has built unto itself a throne, let it be assailed without pity and without regret; for under the dominance of a inconvenient falsehood, no nation can permanently prosper. Let Established sophisms be dethroned, rooted out, burnt, and destroyed- for they are a standing menace to all true nobility of thought and action.Whatever alleged "truth" is proven by results to be but an empty fiction, let it be unceremoniously flung into the outer darkness, among the dead gods, dead empires,dead philosophies and other useless lumber and wreckage.
The most dangerous of all enthroned lies, is the holy, the sanctified the privileged lie - the lie that everyone believes to be a model truth. It is the fruitful mother of all other popular errors and delusions. It is hydra-headed. It has a thousand roots. It is a social cancer. The lie that is known to be a lie is half- -eradicated. But the lie that even intelligent persons regard as a sacred fact - the lie that has been inculcated around a mother's knee - is more dangerous to contend against than a creeping pestilence. Popular lies have ever been the most potent enemies of personal liberty. There is only one way to deal with them: Cut them out, to the very core, just as cancers are. Exterminate them root and branch, or they will surely eat us all up. Annihilate them, or they will us. Half and half remedies are of no avail.
I blast out the ghastly contents of philosophic whited sepulchers and laugh with sardonic wrath! Then reaching up the festering and varnished facades of your haughtiest moral dogmas, I write thereon in letters of blazing scorn: "Lo and behold all this is fraud!" I deny all things! I question all things! And yet! And yet! Gather round me, O ye death-defiant, and the Earth itself shall be thine, to have and to hold.
In no human brain can sufficient space be found for the relentless logic of hard fact, until all pre-existing delusions have been finally annihilated. Half measures are of no avail; we must go down to the very roots and tear them out even to the last fibre. We must be like nature, hard cruel, relentless.
To long the dead hand has been permitted to sterilize living thought. Too long right and wrong, good and evil have been inverted by false prophets. In the days that are at hand, neither creed nor code Must be accepted upon authority - human, superhuman, or "divine". Morality and conventionalism are for subordinates. Religions and constitutions and all arbitrary principles, every mortal theorem, must be deliberately put to the question. No moral dogma must be taken for granted, no standard of measurement deified.There is nothing inherently sacred about moral codes.Like the wooden idols of long ago, they are all the work of human hands; and what man has made, man can destroy. He who is slow to believe anything and everything is of great understanding, for belief in one false principle is the beginning of all unwisdom.The chief duty of every new age is to upraise new men to determine its liberties, to lead it towards material success - to rend the rusty padlocks and chains of dead customs that always prevent healthy expansion. Theories and ideals and constitutions that have meant life, hope and freedom for our ancestors may mean destruction, slavery, and dishonor to us. As environments change, no human ideal standeth sure.
Whenever, therefore , a lie has built unto itself a throne, let it be assailed without pity and without regret; for under the dominance of a inconvenient falsehood, no nation can permanently prosper. Let Established sophisms be dethroned, rooted out, burnt, and destroyed- for they are a standing menace to all true nobility of thought and action.Whatever alleged "truth" is proven by results to be but an empty fiction, let it be unceremoniously flung into the outer darkness, among the dead gods, dead empires,dead philosophies and other useless lumber and wreckage.
The most dangerous of all enthroned lies, is the holy, the sanctified the privileged lie - the lie that everyone believes to be a model truth. It is the fruitful mother of all other popular errors and delusions. It is hydra-headed. It has a thousand roots. It is a social cancer. The lie that is known to be a lie is half- -eradicated. But the lie that even intelligent persons regard as a sacred fact - the lie that has been inculcated around a mother's knee - is more dangerous to contend against than a creeping pestilence. Popular lies have ever been the most potent enemies of personal liberty. There is only one way to deal with them: Cut them out, to the very core, just as cancers are. Exterminate them root and branch, or they will surely eat us all up. Annihilate them, or they will us. Half and half remedies are of no avail.
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