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'Civilization on Mars' Claims Debunked
StarEmperor writes "Bad Astronomy's Phil Plait has finally taken some time to
debunk conspiracy theorist Richard Hoagland's claims about life on Mars. There's also a CNN story about this here."
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The "Moon": A Ridiculous Liberal Myth
.. the next time you're out in the backyard exercising your Second Amendment rights, the liberals will see it! These satellites are sensitive enough to tell the difference between a Colt .45 and a .38 Special! And when they detect you with a firearm, their computers cross-reference the address to figure out your name, and then an enormous database housed at Berkeley is updated with information about you.
It amazes me that so many allegedly "educated" people have fallen so quickly and so hard for a fraudulent fabrication of such laughable proportions. The very idea that a gigantic ball of rock happens to orbit our planet, showing itself in neat, four-week cycles -- with the same side facing us all the time -- is ludicrous. Furthermore, it is an insult to common sense and a damnable affront to intellectual honesty and integrity. That people actually believe it is evidence that the liberals have wrested the last vestiges of control of our public school system from decent, God-fearing Americans (as if any further evidence was needed! Daddy's Roommate? God Almighty!)
Documentaries such as Enemy of the State have accurately portrayed the elaborate, byzantine network of surveillance satellites that the liberals have sent into space to spy on law-abiding Americans. Equipped with technology developed by Handgun Control, Inc., these satellites have the ability to detect firearms from hundreds of kilometers up. That's right, neighbors
Of course, this all works fine during the day, but what about at night? Even the liberals can't control the rotation of the Earth to prevent nightfall from setting in (only Joshua was able to ask for that particular favor!) That's where the "moon" comes in. Powered by nuclear reactors, the "moon" is nothing more than an enormous balloon, emitting trillions of candlepower of gun-revealing light. Piloted by key members of the liberal community, the "moon" is strategically moved across the country, pointing out those who dare to make use of their God-given rights at night!
Yes, I know this probably sounds paranoid and preposterous, but consider this. Despite what the revisionist historians tell you, there is no mention of the "moon" anywhere in literature or historical documents -- anywhere -- before 1950. That is when it was initially launched. When President Josef Kennedy, at the State of the Union address, proclaimed "We choose to go to the moon", he may as well have said "We choose to go to the weather balloon." The subsequent faking of a "moon" landing on national TV was the first step in a long history of the erosion of our constitutional rights by leftists in this country. No longer can we hide from our government when the sun goes down.
That's what she said!
This story is about Richard Hoagland.
Three words, "Moderators on Crack."
They also seem to think that talking about moderation is -1 Offtopic DoublePlusUnGood. (Yes, I'm talking about you! Put down the pipe!)
There, that ought to burn off some of this cumbersome Karma.
One man's -1 Flamebait is another man's +5 Funny.
Holly relaxed on the bed, trying to concentrate on her college textbook, knowing she wasn't going to remember one word of it. "Why doesn't Taco call?" Her mind ran around and around that one thought, unable to settle down to anything else.
She'd been so thrilled coming out here on the train, looking forward to plunging headfirst into all the fun and sex they'd been planning for months. "Just check in to the hotel by the highway, and I'll call you there." Was she too impatient, to expect him to call her as soon as she got there? Damn right she was impatient, her pussy was boiling for his cock, and she wasn't in the habit of denying its needs.
Lying there, naked and ready on the hotel room bed, she reached her hand back to touch that aching hole, running her fingers lightly over the ultra-sensitive skin. "Mmmmm, god, all this waiting has me going crazy!" she thought to herself as a flush of heat ran through her in response to her touch. "Well if the bastard's gonna keep me waiting, I sure ain't gonna wait for him!" and she started stroking herself with more pressure, reveling in the shots of pleasure shooting through her cunt.
Joanne loved her cunt, the feel of its soft, sensitive lips, the tiny opening to her deeper treasures. The tightness made every fuck a mind-blowing experience, and ever since the first time, she couldn't get enough of it. She was a small-built girl, lithe and slender, and she loved the feeling of being totally overwhelmed by a man, his big cock practically splitting her in two as he speared her little body. Just thinking about it had her dribbling pussy juice out of her tight opening, her clit standing up, begging to be touched.
Gently teasing herself, she let a hand slip down over her soft thigh, round to come into contact with her wet little hole. "Ohhhhhh!" she sighed as she parted her pussy lips and sunk her finger in there, wiggling it around to touch all her most sensitive parts, "I'm so on fire! I could just about blow already!"
Just then the ringing of the phone broke the tension of the moment. Joanne hastily scrambled across the room and grabbed it from its cradle. "Hello? Is that you?" she gasped.
"Who else?" She could hear the grin in Taco's voice on the other end of the line. "Is my sexy little slut ready for me?"
"Sooooo ready!" she moaned, "You bastard, you've got me going crazy here!"
"Patience, patience, Holly, you'll get it soon enough," he laughed, then his voice turned softer, "Is that pink pussy all wet and for me?"
"You know it is, I'm practically cumming just listening to your voice" Holly moaned, reaching down and stroking her burning cunt. "I've just gotta see you, gotta fuck you, or I'll lose my mind!"
"My dick's like a piece of iron here too, babe," he growled down the phone at her, "I want you here on your back, spreading that little cunt for me!" Then his voice turned mock-serious, "Ready for your instructions, my little slut?" He didn't wait for an answer. "Get that hot little body scrubbed down, bathed and fresh, all ready for the fucking of its life in 30 minutes. 433 Hogarth. Be there, baby!" and the phone went dead.
"Gahhh!" Holly moaned, "30 minutes! Bathed? Fresh? I'm ready for him now!" but even as she grumbled to herself, she was dashing for the bathroom, following his orders as the only hope for getting her needs fulfilled.
Scrubbing up in the shower, though, she slowed a little. With a body in dire need of dick, there was no way she was going to be able to smooth those suds over herself without getting all heated up again. Her tiny titties felt wonderful under her soapy hands, the nipples hardening to nubs like little clits in their sensitivity.
Stroking over her firm young butt felt like heaven too, her cunt and asshole involuntarily spasming from the contact that promised a closer touch. That butt was just so smooth and sexily fleshy, she loved it when she was fucking and the guy reached back to pull her asscheeks wide apart, just like this!
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Joining us? nice UID troll, who was here first? now you go away.
Why do you lump all Christians together as nutty liberal haters that love big oil?
He didn't?
born-again evangelican christians
A 25-year-old Indian man has married his 80-year-old grandmother because he wanted to take care of her.
"I felt she needed extra care as she is old. I can look after her better as a husband than as a grandson," Narayan Biswas told Reuters.
"As a husband, I am with her all the time, to care for her," said the high school graduate, who farms rice fields and also works as a tutor.
The grandmother, her back bent with age, says she is "happy" with her young husband whom she married in a traditional Hindu ceremony near Panchpara, a village 100 miles west of Calcutta. Her first husband died more than 30 years ago.
"I helped bring him up with my own hands and now he looks after me. He is a good husband and ensures I get my meals on time," said Premodas Biswas, a red vermilion streak on her forehead, the mark of a married Hindu woman.
Local officials say marrying a blood relation is illegal under the Hindu Marriage Act, but they have no plans to take action against the couple.
"There has been no complaint against them and they are living as husband and wife after a temple ceremony. Their own family has accepted them so we have no plans to act as of now," Dilip Das, a local government official, told Reuters.
Last June, a nine-year-old Indian girl was married to a dog near Calcutta after a priest told her parents the wedding would ward off evil.
Some people have NO SENSE OF HUMOR. Apparently the mods are pretty anal today. Pull that pole out of your ass and laugh dammit. ;P
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Your .sig, Iraq: war to save the USA, points at an intriguing argument, but contains fallacies. For example,
"But the more dollars there are circulating outside the US, or invested by foreign owners in American assets, the more the rest of the world has had to provide the US with goods and services in exchange for these dollars. The dollars cost the US next to nothing to produce, so the fact that the world uses the currency in this way means that the US is importing vast quantities of goods and services virtually for free."
Of course the "dollars" cost nothing to produce (or we'd use something that did), but they are exchangable for American goods/services that do cost to produce, including the labor and profit. That argument ignores the fundamental principle of finance, that the symbol has negligible cost, but merely refers to the value of the product, which has real cost.
The US economy benefits from vast efficiencies with dollar-valued global oil (and other) markets. The Federal Reserve derives its global power from its control of that currency supply. The anti-inflation rhetoric, if not practice, of Greenspan's Fed is specifically driven by the simple truth that belies the Feasta fallacy. I agree that Iraq's move to trade in Euros was a threat to BushCo, which survives Saddam in the sleazy Europe/OPEC waltz that clouded the moral clarity of European opposition to the Iraq Jr War. But the other, more solid economics of Feasta's argument are diluted by their misinterpretation of the capital cost of currency.
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>> yes and no; born-again evangelican christians (also known as religio-loonies) are apt to fervently disagree with something just on the basis that it was said by a "scientist". Eg, Scientist: "global warming could potentially have a negative effect on the world's ecosystem and agribusinesses." Christian nut: "...another liberal lie, god bless Texaco!"
/.ers, any proper name deserves to be capitalized.)
Be careful...you're painting with an awfully broad brush, and in the process, becoming what it is that you criticize.
Your "born-again evangilical Christians" are no different in their beliefs than the liberal activist who believes that he of all people knows what is best for mankind, or the New Age believer that is convinces that the crystal around his neck is warding off bad karma. They each hold a belief based on their own thought process, experience, and the evidence to which they've been exposed.
(BTW
I don't think what you say is true at all.
Wishing someone a nice day is simply that: noboody wants to have a day thats not nice. On the other hand, performing the ritual of a "blessing" is a different story. I know a lot of christians would have trouble with someone praying over them "May satan ovverpower and guide you. Zorbit" or whatever it is that satanists may say, so why should this be any different? On the other hand, 'I hope you have a good day" is something completely different.
I see a clear difference there, maybe I'm the only one.
Yes.
A cheerful little bird is sitting here singing.