Ooga booga

there was an elaborate fight seen planned but Ford was sick and it was hot that day so spielberg told him just to shoot the guy>

Ooga-booga indeed. That goes equally for the voodoo ritual and prayer, both of which are silly appeals to illusions in ecto-space. But if ever voodoo were to work, I'd pray that it would work on that chest-thumping little chimpanzee you call a president.>

All religions are (for the lack of a better term) crap. Stand on your own two feet.>

My curse will make him bloat like broccoli."

Heh, I think Mr Pamungkas's core beliefs revolve more around the power of publicity (and the weak-mindedness of its gatekeepers, of which Mr Dreher is emblematic.)

Broccoli, yep that's a common cultural touchstone in a tropical country, a vegetable that thrives in cool, fog-shrouded coastal areas such as Northern California. Broccoli rots, turning brown, squishy and shrivelled.

So Gee, why ever would a publicity hungry idiot mention broccoli in a curse on the Bush family, and be ignorant of any of the properties of broccoli? That's almost as blatant a publicity maneuver as finding some way to associate popular supermarkets and trends in organic eating with political conservatism.>

It's funny I see no difference between voodoo and your begging for sky god favor. Or perhaps that was your point? It s hard to tell when you re being ironic on purpose.

Tell me, if your god was going to kill Bush / let Bush die (same thing when you're omnipotent) would your prayers stay his celestial hand? Do you have the power to change your god s mind?

It's all the same; magic words to maintain the illusion that you have a say in the uncontrollable universe we call home.

It s cute when cavemen did it, now days not so much.>