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There is no reason for a primitive to fear decent and civilized people.
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I can't believe it. What would the primitives have to fear, from decent and civilized people?
This is sarcasm, right ?
I can't think of any demographic with more to fear from "decent and civilised people" than the inmates of skins asylum.
This is sarcasm, right ?I was going to keep quiet, but this is probably the best answer you'll get.
I can't think of any demographic with more to fear from "decent and civilised people" than the inmates of skins asylum.
I was going to keep quiet, but this is probably the best answer you'll get.
Ditto, and all that.
If I come across any actual members of DU in Tennessee, I promise I won't hurt them. :whatever:
They're not worth the bail money.
Delicious.
I'm thinking of scaring in the physical sense, though; that the primitives are afraid decent and civilized people will actually approach them, and beat them up.
That's ridiculous, we want to argue with them not beat them up.
That's ridiculous, we want to argue with them not beat them up.
Maybe they're scared of us because we know the truth and can smell a lie when we hear/read one.
Some of them are just intimidated by having their weirdness and depravity exposed to the sunlight of civilized examination.
They fear scrutiny because deep down they know their lives are built on lies.
Why do roaches and ner-do-wells fear the light? It reveals their deeds/innermost desires.
frank, were they upset with your Easter story?
Paranoia runs deep in them. That's why they are scared.
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Nobody's coming to get them; we're just sitting back, watching them for amusement and illumination and, of course, anthropological purposes.
Well, there's no reason for any primitive to be scared of decent and civilized people; we're not running around in real life hunting them down so as to wreak some physical damage; we're simply watching them as if they're on the screen of a television set, nothing more.
The primitives should get back to hanging around campfires in their favorite forums with absolutely no fear or inhibition or restraint. Nobody's coming to get them; we're just sitting back, watching them for amusement and illumination and, of course, anthropological purposes.
I think deep down inside, the prims are really afraid of their own nature.
The source didn't elaborate any more than saying they were scared to post because of CCers? How childish. What on earth doesn't scare them? I'd hate to go through life starting at shadows the way they do.
He checked into it, and found out that she found the merry little tale, "Mrs. Alfred Packer does Easter," so true-to-life, so accurate in nearly all details, that she became convinced franksolich is down there in northeastern Oklahoma, watching her and Wild Bill like a hawk.
You're making her into a Google sensation.
Well as someone once told me,you do not have to touch someone to hurt them. There are many ways to make someone fear you and it looks like the DUmp is showing signs of that. They should fear what good people say about them because they are some of the most wretched people to walk this planet. Supporting Pedophilia,Murderers Liars and more. They think any means justifies their cause and as has been already they openly called for the death of Bush or his arrest on nothing more then lies and their hatred for what he stood for.
I'm going to let this thread wither away for now, because suddenly there's something pecuniary in it.
While in the bathtub this morning, it suddenly occurred to me, "Wow--franksolich is pretty good at publicity."
I've always wanted to be, but wasn't.
Since Mrs. Alfred Packer's now a star on google, time to get hustling, time to cash in.
I'm thinking of a traveling road-show, with the vaudevillian title "franksolich presents Mrs. Alfred Packer and Wild Bill and company, the Packer Clan."
It could resurrect vaudeville.
Getting it all in order is a problem, though, given difficulties with communications. Mrs. Alfred Packer doesn't know franksolich's real-life name, nor can she place him closer than circa 100 miles as to where he lives, and franksolich doesn't know Mrs. Alfred Packer's real-life name, nor can he place her closer than circa 100 miles as to where she lives.
However.
The sparkling husband primitive, a good and close friend of Mrs. Alfred Packer, knows how to get a hold of franksolich, and could be the intermediary.
The below comes up on the first page of a Yippy.com search. Bing and the BBS Board Reader are drenched with Mrs. Alfred Packer tales courtesy of franksolich. What'd I tell you? An Internet star.
Well, there's no reason for any primitive to be scared of decent and civilized people; we're not running around in real life hunting them down so as to wreak some physical damage; we're simply watching them as if they're on the screen of a television set, nothing more.Well, I, for one, don't blame Mrs. Packer for her fear. We know that coach may be the nicest person one could ever hope to meet, a friendly, mellow type, who sees only the best in others, and he's no expert on the grim, barren wastes of northeast Oklahoma. On the other hand, his stories demonstrate a certain expertise in creating enormous indoor explosions. He's closely associated with an East Coast Mafia musclehead, and often speaks in a Sicilian dialect. So Mrs. Packer may be well advised to keep one eye peeled at all times for a tall, smiling dude with a Woodstock hairdo.
Paranoia runs deep in them. That's why they are scared.Yeah, maybe they need to up their "head meds". :lmao: