ChrisE said:
The only "horrific designation" I used to describe you was "arrogant ***". I think that sums it up. If you want to assign those other descriptions to your person that is your choice. I do like a bunch of them, but I just don't talk that way being from Texas and all.
Yes, a "prostitute" from Rome that trudges thru Kenya with a tent, discussing whack reproduction habits with the locals eating dirt. Then, our intellectual traveller lowers himself from that high chair to lecture the CN forum denizens on their lack of civility, culture, intelligence, and decency.
I disagree that I am too stupid to see that somebody can lead an intellectual existence. I just think we have different definitions of intellectual. I looked up "intellectual" in Websters and arrogant *** was not listed in the definition, so you are not an intellectual. Parasite wasn't, either. Sorry, this definitely means you are not an intellectual. Maybe some of your wine sipping buddies at the bistro can console you.
You didn't answer my question about being close to the nucleus of pedophilia action. You did toss in the word "prostitute" to describe you. Does that mean you are the catcher? I hear freaks in Montrose pay good money for those types of bondage games. Good luck with your work.
And the only word I can use for you, which I have already used in the past, is blockhead, though now I can add the descriptive Texas to your name and thus
Texas blockhead, which has a nice ring to it.
As a child, Chris E, you probably always wanted to be kissed at night, but I didn't. You see, my dear Chris E, stupidity doesn't preclude cunning, though because you were always wanting to be kissed at night by your mother before bed it does. And it is a well-known fact that the stupidest people are the most dangerous - that is to say, when stupidity is allied with baseness, Chris E., without feeling the least compunction. This also explains much as to why one of the worst and naturally stupidest of US presidents indeed came from the Lone Star State, your home, and who owns one of those dreadful Texas ranches that I would normally never set foot in of which, however, you are undoubtedly extremely fond especially during the slaughtering times. It is interesting that every so often a Texas ranchman, and I am not without suspicion that this is your occupation, would kill himself as we read in the Texas news reports, naturally with a gun. Every few years a Texas rancher shoots himself and a replacement has to be found.The Texas ranchers don't live long in any case; they soon go gaga and drown themselves in drink. Wheras people from Rome, just as in most Mediterranean environments, live till about 90. By contrast quite often the Texas ranchers are usually finished at fifty because they're no longer capable of doing their job, so beware, as George Bush was, though because of the arrogance and stupidity of people like yourself kept plowing away beyond their capacity with disastrous effects not only for America but the entire planet. They tremble when taking aim, and even at forty have problems with their balance. They're usually to be found at the saloon, fat and bloated, their guns beside them with their safety catches off, holding forth with their absurd political opinions and often getting involved in brawls, which naturally end in injury or even death, as always happens in the Texas country.
My opinion of intellectual property, as you claim to have, has nothing to do with snobbery, as you seem to associate it with; rather approaching life with a certain sceptical eye about what we are told, above all in regards to what we are told by the authorities and in the so called
official record of how things took place, when the interests of those same authorities and those who have the exclusive hold on the official record lead them to naturally report from a self-serving and thus non-objective point of view, and, consequently, the true intellectual has the courage to be always objective in his analysis and has the mental integrity to let things like patriotic sentiment not impede upon the objectivity of his critical thought as it invariably does with most. This is why historically the authorities and those holding the official record of things, from whichever nation, have been absolutely terrified of so-called intellectuals, whom they have always looked upon with the utmost hostility and disdain, as are parents who look down upon a child they have raised in terms of everything that had
gone wrong. But they had not reckoned with
that child's eyes, Chris E., which saw everything it was not supposed to see and probably from the very first moment they were opened. First he looked at them in
disbelief, as they say, then he stared at them, and finally, one day, he
saw through them, and they never forgave him, could never forgive him. He had seen through them and formed an honest assessment that could not possibly be to their liking. To put it baldly: by bringing him into the world they had landed themselves with someone who would dissect them and take them appart, as he himself, being a so-called intellectual, dissects and dismembers his own conclusions.
As for the Catholic religion, Chris E., I'm totally against it, just as I am totally against religion, of any kind, no matter how minor, because I am a rationalist. Though in no way would this ever lead me to repress those with religious beliefs, or to take a natural birth-right liberty of their's away to holding such beliefs. Though this is not always how the rationalists have been treated by the religious authorities nor the religious masses for being godless, who, by contrast, are always trying to condition the lives of all with their religious beliefs. Which is of course undemocratic and repugnant.
As far as pedophilia is concerned, being in Rome, where we don't talk using tasteless expressions like "arrogant ***" as evidently people from Texas do, my cosmopolitan life gives me much better things to do with my time. I'd be concerned, if I were you, though, about how you occupy your time in Texas. I certainly won't be bringing any children to your neck of the woods, as they call it.
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