Ooga booga
Mr. Bone-Through-the-Nose doesn't like George W. Bush:Pamungkas said the ritual, which involved killing a snake, a black crow and a goat, deployed “Haitian-style voodoo” because “Indonesian black magic does not work on foreigners”. Smearing his face with a mixture of...
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>
Praying for the President? So you're battling one kind of voodoo with another.>
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.>
Since you look upon Mr. Bone-through-the-Nose (charming formulation, Rod) and his rituals with such effortless disdain, you will perhaps understand how your own deeply-held beliefs are viewed by many rational people.>
All religions are (for the lack of a better term) crap. Stand on your own two feet.>
Rod's a nutter, alright. Might as well believe in salt over the shoulder and breaking mirrors.
I'm sorry; I forgot we're supposed to be very respectful and deferent towards all superstitious beliefs. My mistake.>
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.>
My God, you American have big mouths. No brains, all mouth. Blah, blah, blibbity blah...
Here's a thought: Why don't y'all shut up until you have something important to say? Take my word for it...the rest of the world actually works that way.>
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.>
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