Dear Ricky

I'm sure Ricky will be along shortly...can I attract you with a free admission to my Recreational Psychiatry unit? There we could both explore your agonizing existential angst together, along with some remarkable chemicals and instruments.
You would be astonished at how fast your questions just disappear - you really would! That reminds me of the hilarious incident where I put the wrong brain into the formalin! We all cracked up over that one! Luckily the patient could not possibly sue...

EVERYTHING is sacred, for all that exists is a creation of the Lord. All of our flesh, thoughts, desires, souls, everything springs forth from the Lord. Even Evil is a creation of the Lord - some may dispute this, but the Lord created the Universe and therefore he created an environment where evil can exist and where Humans are provided choise to choose good or evil; to do good or evil; to think good or evil.

It is all part of the Lord's sacred design. We are but ignorant ants scurrying about the grains of sand that can't even begin to understand the Lord's purpose, the Lord's plan, and where we fit in with that plan. So, to assume that because there is evil in our world, or because man is permitted to choose between good and evil, or even some alternative inbetween, doesn't mean that our Universe is not devine.

Best y'all remember - EVERYTHING is sacred.

Let's get our guns and kill it all then

Your post is moronic! You dumb Aussies ain't got no guns; just like your English counterparts, Y'all are just fanticizing. We Americans are the only people who have a God Given right to own guns. Y'all is just a bunch of slaves who have whored away their rights to freedom and self determination and self defense. I hope your orgasmic fantacy about being protected and cared for by your cracker-plantation owners feels good enough for the eternity of involuntary servitude you and your offspring will get to enjoy.

Don't come a knock'n on our doors of freedom when y'all look like a bunch of starv'n ethiopians - we'll mow you down like disease-ridden animals, without hesitation. You done whored out your rights to your government voluntarily, so you get what you get.

Thank the Good Lord for all the innocent furry or feathered little things we can torment and kill, and shit out of our wholesome, flag-waving, shareholding, property-investing greedy aussie guts.
- J.W.Howdywar (grovelling weakly anglican arse-plug for the coalition of dark forces)

What is it that was sacred again Rick?

Ain't no such thing as an "innocent" furry or feathered thing, 'less it's made in slant-eyed china, but that's a debate for another time.

What the hell do you think animals eat? Other animals, dummy! Just like us. Ain't nothin evil about shoot'n animals and eating them. Ain't nothin wrong with wearing their fur - it''d be a damned shame to waste good fur or antler from a freshly shot animal, you moon-faced mongoloid moron.

Ricky, I must tell you that a pure scientist such as myself just could not rest until he actually felt your naked brain pulsating under his finger tips. Surely you must know that you have a very special type of brain. It would be a crime to keep it imprisoned inside thick bone, when it could be set free so easily. Please consider my invite to a bed in my RP unit.

We are but ignorant ants scurrying about the grains of sand that can't even begin to understand the Lord's purpose, the Lord's plan, and where we fit in with that plan.

InshAllah

..my head is stuck in the monitor.

And it is as bad as all the other fucking lifes I lead.

"It would be a crime to keep it imprisoned inside thick bone, when it could be set free so easily."

My Brain is free. My thick bone skull is free. I'm as free as a bird flying high in the Apalacian Mountains. I've got land. I've got guns. I can run around naked atop a mountain shoot'n my guns, and there ain't a damn thing you can do about it!

Now, Dr., you don't really know no nevermind about Freedom, do you. You cain't even think free, your Australian government thought police have you so conditioned to be careful about what you think and talk about, that you are already a virtual slave to the establishment.

You ain't got guns. You got a cracker-whipp'n Master controling everything you say, think, do, and own. All's you can do is punch little plastic buttons, whilst I'm REALLY being free. You don't know freedom; you don't know nothin!

"freedom's just another word for nothing else to do"?

The right to beer and skittles on Sunday: still alive, still sacred!