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"His Highness the Wise TibetanMonkey, Most Humble Philosopher"
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comandan...@yahoo.com> wrote:
> >
> > Did you know that there are fewer hungry people on earth today than
> > there were when there were only 3 billion of us?
> >
> > Did you know there are over three times more trees in the US than there
> > were in 1918?
> >
> > In other words: What overpopulation? What deforestation?
>
> Oh wait, you are not going to do like the Christians, right? Burying
> your head in the sand won't help.
Ever hear of the Simon-Ehrlich Wager? No, I didn't think so.
Consider this:
In 1968 there were about 3.5 billion humans on earth. About 900 million
were malnourished or starving. Everyone else was well-fed.
In 2013, there are about 7 billion humans on earth. About 900 million
are malnourished or starving. Everyone else is more well-fed than at any
time in man's history. Obesity has actually become an ailment of the
/poor/, for crying out loud.
It turns out that Paul Ehrlich is the hysterical lunatic who has his
head in the sand--not Julian Simon.
There's no data supporting the dark visions you hold as fact. I know you
believe there is, but you couldn't go fetch it, even were you actually
interested enough to make the effort. It doesn't exist.
In the end, you're merely repeating something you thought you heard. A
dreary fantasy you use to excuse yourself from judgement.
You think resources /should/ be running out; that the earth is
dangerously overcrowded and mankind is doomed to disaster, so it
therefore /must/ be so.
Okay, I'm game. My fantasies aren't hardened. I'm willing to learn. Show
me your proof.
> Look at Haiti. That's coming to a
> theater near you. And the admission will be free.
> >
Haiti is an example in point.
The primary fruit of industrialization is lower death rates and a
healthier, longer-lived populace. You distribute the fruits of
industrialization to non-industrialized cultures at their peril.
Doctors Without Borders may be the most cruel and monstrous organization
ever to exist.
Except that it's not. It's just time for man to wake up, that's all. To
grow up finally.
Like he hasn't been hitting the snooze alarm for centuries.
> >
> > > > >
http://i2.cdn.turner.com/cnn/dam/assets/130102082353-easter-island-mo..
> > > > >.
> >
> > These are statues carved from rock by men.
> >
> > These are "gods you do not know."
>
> I don't know a god that I know. All gods are make believe.
>
I know who told you that. The one who told you that very much exists,
too.
> > > > > That's a metaphor not found in the Bible, for it commands the people
> > > > > to "prosper and multiply," a recipe for disaster and war. It seems
> > > > > the
> > > > > gods are made of stone or something.
> >
> > > > you violated my freedom of speech... or in usenet terms... to post.
> >
> > > Sorry, the gods are made of stone or something. We only shape them and
> > > carry them to the final destination. From the quarry to their resting
> > > place...
> >
> > No.../we/ don't.
>
> Oh common, all churches are in honor of our gods.
Well, we know /that's/ not true at all. Many churches exist only to
honor their priests.
> They are everywhere.
> We worship them and ignore reality.
God is everywhere, yes.
For instance, He's there when bombs go off at the finish line, limbs and
flesh and children flying through the air. He's there when a tsunami
crashes ashore and sweeps 250,000 screaming-gurgling people out to sea.
He's there at the bar when you slip off your wedding ring before the
cute blonde down at the end notices. He's there when you lose your
house, your wife divorces you, and He's there when you try to call your
kids on the phone for their birthday and they hang up on you. He's next
to you when you're stealing pens and printer paper from work. He's there
when you walk by the homeless guy on the street, ignoring him.
He's even with you, right behind your shoulder in fact, when you type
out nonsense about God, and your inability to perceive Him.
> As you say, we need the gods.
I never said any such thing. Ever.
I said man needs God. You need God. I wouldn't have even brought it up,
it's just that I'm responsible for you.
> I
> said plural, no god is better than other, though we are led to believe
> so.
> >
Now you sound like the jews. Even those alive to witness the miracles of
the Exodus went back to worshipping Ba'al a month later. You know; it
doesn't matter /who/ delivered me from my chains, "one god is as good as
another."
They were even worse with Yeshua.
Don't think for a moment I'm anti Semitic. I'm a Messianic Jew.
> >
> > > You want a lion's body with a human head? Yes, we specialize in that.
> > > We got 3 million slaves on standby. Maybe 300 millions. Whatever you
> > > want. You want a god with wings or such as a millipede? You know, I
> > > think god is a worm, not a roach. It would be hard to sell.
> >
> > You're a slave, regardless.
>
> Slave to the pursuit of happiness?
Most monkeys don't know happiness. Few can find a path that leads to it,
because there are so damned many paths that seem to but don't. Fewer
still ever know what it is when they find it.
Shalom doesn't just mean peace. I happen to know it's shalom you're
seeking.
> Well, in a way, yes. But this is
> sort of a mental challenge as well.
You're a slave to your flesh; a very poor master to have.
He gives you precious little for your enthusiastic devotion to him, and
when he's done with you, you'll be discarded like yesterday's trash...or
worse. First he'll horribly disfigure you. Take the color from your
hair, then take your hair, and twist your face beyond recognition.
He'll make beautiful young people wince when they look at you, if they
look at you at all. He'll make young people laugh at you if you pretend
to still be young. And if you somehow beat the odds and hang on long
enough, he'll send you to a chamber of horrors filled bed pans,
disinterested nurses, nuclear radiation and chemotherapy.
> I'm happy to be black sheep. Maybe
> we can make life better for those slaves who labor in the big pyramids
> of our time. I mean slaves who are not doing something practical such
> as bike facilities or fast trains.
Bikes and fast passenger trains don't feed you.
Trucks, freight trains, oil rigs, tankers, coal mines, cargo ships,
foundries, factories; those who have the dirt under their fingernails,
they're the ones who make your life wonder-filled and care-free.
Take your example of New York City, for instance. 8 million living in
the five boroughs. Millions piled on top of millions piled on top of
millions, living in each others' laps. Traveling on the surface,
traveling underground, traveling in the air. All the monkeys turn on
their air conditioners at 6:00 pm. All go out to a movie and dinner at
the same time. Park at Yankees Stadium at once. All arrive at Madison
Square Garden for the Knicks game minutes before tip off.
Yet there's water when you open the faucet. Electricity when you flip
the switch. You go down to the corner grocery store and there's a loaf
of bread waiting for you on the shelf. Stop by the pub on the way home,
and there's ice cold beer ready for you when you order it from the
bartender. As many as you like. Nobody ever runs out of anything.
By some mystery, by some completely unlikely miracle, there's just
enough of everything you need, and it's always there when you need it.
That's practicality.
You've told us here in this thread that you loathe practicality. You
hate it, in fact.
So, why pretend you want "something practical"?
Who're you fooling'?
> Slaves in China are putting
> together phones and tablets and that's highly appreciated, so we can
> have them cheap.
> >
Win-win, if you're to avoid a worldwide Haiti.
> >
> > > > pack your bags and wait to be escorted out.
> >
> > > > we, me andbeing, were making you look good monkey. we were
> > > > translating for you into two languages that you forgot monkey... are
> > > > you sure you are a monkey? because you are a mere "then" away from
> > > >beingdropped into a real monkey world.
> >
> > > The real make believe world? I'd be afraid of that.
> >
> > Usenet?
>
> I thought of TV more than Usenet. You may dig up the truth here and
> tell camouflage from reality. We are the hunters here.
Son, in order to hunt, you must first be able to put your paws on a
weapon that /works/.