Some of you people would argue with a rock, I swear.

Some of you people would argue with a rock, I swear.

We would not! ;)

Some of you people would argue with a rock, I swear.
I'll have you know that LD debate is not my strongest point, so when I got taken from CX and put into the LD category for a debate tournament, I was terrified.

I showed up, perspiring and panting with anxiety. Sitting in the lobby, I fiddled with my Economist (the magazine, not a person!) and brought some napkins to tear up in the meantime. Finally, an obese woman with glasses and a Minnesota accent walked up to me with a clipboard.

"You're Evakian? It is time for you to head to the debating hall."
"Uhh....*gulps*...okay."

I popped in some Altoids as though I was going on a date, and began my slow walk through the hallways. Kids from all over the country were there; the Valley Girls were adjusting each other's bras, the Vermont punks were smoking the reefer and wearing Che shirts, Illinois' team was busy being obnoxious, Louisiana off doing their fat Cajun stuff, and the Alaskans were still in their Eskimo clothes, thinking that St. Louis was cold.

When I reached my destination, I opened the door, tripped in a puddle of my sweat, and entered. It was an empty auditorium except for a few German looking men with sports jackets on who were sitting at a table. One of them motioned for me for me to go up to the stage.

"Goe up to dee stage, Mein Fuhrer."
The others were mumbling things that sounded like a mix of suggestive words and agreement terms arbitrarily.
"Oh, du bist on meine Mannschaft!"
"Das ist gut, ja?"

I approached the stage begrudgingly, and I went for my podium, too nervous to look and see who my opponent was. I stood at the podium, knocking over the water bottle provided as I adjusted my tie, and was blinded by the lights overhead.

Squinting, I look at the judges and they say my opponent gets to begin.

I peer across the stage to see at the other podium what I expected to be a fiery Vietnamese first generation, or a rich kid from Jersey, instead it was none other than a rock.

He began to speak his mind. Though in a grumble, his diction and points were flawless. I fired back as best I could when it was my turn, but he just charged forth again. The judges looked at me and frowned, making marks on their papers. The rock was gaining the upper hand only a few minutes into the debate.

Eventually as 4 more minutes passed we were at an impasse. He was a Christian, and began slamming lax liberal moral code with regards to abortion, despite the fact that our topic of debate was whether the Utah government should desalinize the great salt lake.

Seeing an opportunity, I struck back at his morality statement by criticizing the moral predicament of the Iraq War, saying that it was a futile effort that had destroyed our moral compass in the days after the Cold War.

The rock grinned, "You're mom's a moral compass!"

The rock was none other than Decka, a granite slab of some sort, though I am not much of a rockologist. Since one of the judges was a BMW sedan from 1987, a brick was thrown from the judge's table, knocking the rock out.

I threw my hands up in victory, but my body jerked and I slipped on the puddle of water that the knocked over bottle left. Everything went black.

I woke up later in an emergency room, stark naked.

George Bush approached my bed, and gazed at my glorious body. He licked his lips and said, wiggling his eyebrows, "You destroyed my moral compass before the Cold War."
"But I wasn't born before the Cold War..."
"Shh, now is not the time."

GWB put his finger over my lips, and began to strip down. Then he reached for me, but the First Lady was quick to grab him by his ear and pull him away.

What a day.

I swear, Evak, the things that come from your mind... wow...

Her claim has not been refuted......All that has happened is that she has been challenged on it and she failed to provide proof.

The distinction seems to me a very small one.

No one else, however, proved she is wrong, either.

The onus is on her to prove what she claimed. She did not do it. She cannot do it, and has all but admitted as much.

It is a matter of perspective. From her perspective (and mine too), the board is excessively cynical and hateful to Christians. From your perspective, as one of those cynics, you see it otherwise.

Maybe I do not see it as otherwise.

You may have a point that it is ""cynical and hateful" toward Christians.......IF you take the views of one poster to be illustrative of the entire board ... :rolleyes:.

My point here however is simply this; SMW was and is absolutely wrong with her (unproven) --""there at least 13 threads on this forum alone dedicated to ridiculing Christians""-- assertion.

Neither you or SMW has demonstrated that there are **at least 13 threads on this forum alone dedicated to ridiculing Christians**.

When finally pinned down to attempting to provide some substantiation for what she claimed, all she could put forth was some inane --"You want proof?!?!?.....well, For my invisible friend loved the world so much that all of us who believe it are going to Heaven and naaa naanaa boo hoo, yadda, yadda, yadda.......so THERE is your proof!"-- horseshit that did nothing to make her case and that would not have amused a seven year old.

She also concocted another blatant (and entirely pointless) lie by claiming that I had posted to every one of the 13 threads she listed. THAT claim is very easily verified as being a lie......yet she only continues to dig herself deeper into the morass of falsehoods and lies as she attempts various strategems of denial and obfuscation.

Her simpleminded puling started out as something to laugh at, but she is quickly becoming too pathetic even for that.

Get a life, FT. Geesh.

I swear, Evak, the things that come from your mind... wow...
Pish posh. My mind is a wonderful place, sort of like...Croatia. Maybe that one space ride at DisneyWorld.

Get a life, FT. Geesh.
He isn't the one making farcical claims about the threads here.

He isn't the one making farcical claims about the threads here.
You have this poster hanging in your room, do ya, Evak?

Good role models for you and FT.

:p~
SMW

My skills with "Paint" exceed the masters.
I'm not sure whether to laugh, cry, or lose faith in humanity. :eek: