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Ricky
SFN Die Hard
USA
4907 Posts |
 Posted - 08/10/2004 : 07:12:40
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I came across this poem on a Christian forum, maybe this should go in humor.
Evolution or Creation
Some men believe they came from no where,
And when they die they are not going up there.
Matter according to them just evolved ~
That is a problem they cannot solve.
Saying men were once swinging from a tree ~
Yet they don't know how that could be.
They think that God does not exist,
And to them ignorance is bliss.
They bring a rock for the moon ~
Spending billions on a vehicle to ride sand dunes.
For me it is far better to have a Creator ~
A Father that is not a debater.
He sits on the throne to rule the universe ~
Yes, He is the One men love to curse.
He has the secret of life in His hand ~
The one that no one can understand.
He drew the plans of every grain of sand,
And put breath into every mortal man.
Gives light to shine on the earth,
And understands man has no worth.
Yet in His mercy He chose to save a few,
And when it comes to God all praise is due!
And my favorite line is:
quote:
For me it is far better to have a Creator
Yes, and for me, it is far better for the universe to give me infinite power, if only just thinking that made it true...
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Why continue? Because we must. Because we have the call. Because it is nobler to fight for rationality without winning than to give up in the face of continued defeats. Because whatever true progress humanity makes is through the rationality of the occasional individual and because any one individual we may win for the cause may do more for humanity than a hundred thousand who hug their superstitions to their breast.
- Isaac Asimov |
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filthy
SFN Die Hard
USA
14408 Posts |
Posted - 08/10/2004 : 07:45:04 [Permalink]
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A lovely bit of doggerl. Here's one you can post back at 'em:
The Friggin' Falcon
© 1966 by Theodore R. Cogswell
I went out to take a friggin' walk by the friggin' reservoir,
a-wishin' for a friggin' quid to pay my friggin' score,
my head it was a-achin' and my throat was parched and dry,
and so I sent a little prayer, a-wingin' to the sky...
And there came a friggin' falcon and he walked upon the waves,
and I said, "A friggin' miracle!" and sang a couple staves,
of a friggin' churchy ballad I learned when I was young.
The friggin' bird took to the air, and spattered me with dung.
I fell upon my friggin' knees and bowed my friggin' head,
and said three friggin' Aves for all my friggin' dead,
and then I got upon my feet and said another ten.
The friggin' bird burst into flame - and spattered me again.
The burnin' bird hung in the sky just like a friggin' sun.
It seared my friggin' eyelids shut, and when the job was done,
the friggin' bird flashed cross the sky just like a shootin' star.
I ran to tell the friggin' priest - he bummed my last cigar.
I told him of the miracle, he told me of the Rose,
I showed him bird crap in my hair, the bastard held his nose.
I went to see the bishop but the friggin' bishop said,
"Go home and sleep it off, you sod - and wash your friggin' head!"
Then I came upon a friggin' wake for a friggin' rotten swine,
by the name of Jock O'Leary and I touched his head with mine,
and old Jock sat up in his box and raised his friggin' head.
His wife took out a forty-four, and shot the bastard dead.
Again I touched his head with mine and brought him back to life.
His smiling face rolled on the floor, this time she used a knife.
And then she fell upon her knees, and started in to pray,
"It's forty years, O Lord," she said, "I've waited for this day."
So I walked the friggin' city 'mongst the friggin' halt and lame,
and every time I raised them up, they got knocked down again,
'cause the love of God comes down to man in a friggin' curious way,
but when a man is marked for love, that love is here to stay.
And this I know because I've got a friggin' curious sign;
for every time I wash my head, the water turns to wine!
And I gives it free to workin' blokes to brighten up their lives,
so they don't kick no dogs around, nor beat up on their wives.
'Cause there ain't no use to miracles like walkin' on the sea;
They crucified the Son of God, but they don't muck with me!
'Cause I leave the friggin' blind alone, the dyin' and the dead,
but every day at four o'clock, I wash my friggin' head!
I'm sure they'll love it!
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"What luck for rulers that men do not think." -- Adolf Hitler (1889 - 1945)
"If only we could impeach on the basis of criminal stupidity, 90% of the Rethuglicans and half of the Democrats would be thrown out of office." ~~ P.Z. Myres
"The default position of human nature is to punch the other guy in the face and take his stuff." ~~ Dude
Brother Boot Knife of Warm Humanitarianism,
and Crypto-Communist! 
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beskeptigal
SFN Die Hard
USA
3834 Posts |
Posted - 08/11/2004 : 01:29:29 [Permalink]
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| I can't help thinking of Zeus when I read this line, "He sits on the throne to rule the universe". |
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