Originally posted by BummyMofo
Ad hominem. Muhammad groomed and raped little girls. Of course people wanted him to die for it, so his image was banned and no one would recognize him.
>claims ad hominem >immediately does a muhamm ad hominem by calling the prophet (pbuh) a pedophile and a rapist
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Originally posted by ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
Silicon Valley radical Leftist Central contains the richest people in the world, like Mark Zuckerberg and Bill Gates and Jack Dorsey, their combined wealth equals hundreds of billions of dollars, but they give back nothing to the society they leach from. As the cherry on the cake, they even suck up billions in taxpayer subsidies, taxpayer-funded payoffs, taxpayer aid money, and corporate welfare. Like parasites and cancers, they bleed society dry for every cent they can get. And then you get these mindless idiot follower-type nutjobs patting them on the back for a job well done and proclaiming them heroes of the modern world. Go figure.
"Radical leftist", "libshit centrist", potato potato right? Words don't have meanings. It's funny that rightoids always pin this on lefties like "ooo stop calling everyone nazis and racists", when you mouth-breathing cousinfuckers have been calling everything left of Ayn Rand "communism" and "radical leftism" since the 1950s.
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Originally posted by Meikai
I’d say its been 8 or 9 years since the last time I rammed a stick of butter up my ass while jerking off and fingering my asshole. I did it because it felt really good but that’s not the point of this story. I want to tell you of the events proceeding this fateful masturbation.
I’m sitting there watching The Fresh Prince of Bel Air and around 15 minutes go by and I feel a sticky wetness on my ass cheeks and ballsack. This is when I realized that the butter I had shoved up my asshole had melted and leaked out onto my couch and it had a very distinct putrid stench to it. It had mixed with my shit to create something far worse than shit. It was probably the worst thing I’ve smelt in all my life. It actually smelt many times worse than the time I had stuck a pickle up my asshole and forgot about until the morning after.
While standing there taking in this wonderfully putrid smell I realize that I cannot be the only one to smell this. So I walked quickly upstairs with my ass cheeks clenched not wanting to spill a drop of my shit butter. I pull out from my sock drawer a heavy woolen sock and unload the contents of my asshole into it. I thought the smell was bad before. I now had the urge to do a barrel roll out my window to escape the horrid odor. I quickly tied the top of the sock and left my house.
As I walked down the street a brownish-yellow liquid slowly dripped from the bottom of the sock. The neighborhood kids became very curious as to what was going on and as they approached they caught a whiff of the putrid smell emanating from the sock. This is when Joanna, my neighbors 13 year old daughter vomited what looked like a freshly eaten peanut butter and jelly sandwich all over the street. I nearly came in my pants at that moment. I had the sickest hard on. In fact the only thing keeping me from raping Joanna while she lay in a pool of her own vomit was my sock full of shit butter. I knew I had something to do and I was damn sure going to do it. I kept walking.
I finally made it to my local grocery store. An epic journey it had been. Every asshole in the vicinity could smell the putrid odor but nobody knew where it came from. I can still hear them in my mind. “What the fuck is that smell.” “This smell is so bad I think I am going to kill myself with a hammer” one man said. I even saw a fellow depraved maniac in the corner of my eye. I could tell because he had the same smile that I did. He was laughing with the same glee. I’m sure he’s raped a severely mentally challenged child in his lifetime. I know I have.
That’s when I saw him. The old nigger who sat in front of shoprite saying hello to every asshole strolling by. I fucking hated this man. I couldn’t tell you why. I just hated him. He could smell my shit butter. I could tell because he was gasping for air. I quickly approached him thinking “this will be the greatest day of my life. Nothing could stop me now.” This is when I felt a sudden burst. I realized later that I had shot a load off in my pants right at that moment.
I was arms length from the nigger now. I clenched the sock tight with both hands and swung it at the niggers face with all my might. I hit him in the cheek with such force that the brownish-liquid had sprayed out all over his face. He immediately threw up. I sat back laughing as he washed out his eyes with bottled water. He asked “why?” and I responded by dumping the rest of the socks contents on his head. Truly, I did it for the lulz.
While everybody was distracted I walked into shoprite and quickly shoved as many apples as I could up my ass. It was 4. I left shoprite with the most satisfaction I have ever felt in my life. I remember thinking “wow, I’m such a great person, I get 4 free apples, and I get to go home and jerk off to CP.”
When I think back on that day, I can always remember how sweet those apples tasted. Nothing sweeter.
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I’d say its been 8 or 9 years since the last time I rammed a stick of butter up my ass while jerking off and fingering my asshole. I did it because it felt really good but that’s not the point of this story. I want to tell you of the events proceeding this fateful masturbation.
I’m sitting there watching The Fresh Prince of Bel Air and around 15 minutes go by and I feel a sticky wetness on my ass cheeks and ballsack. This is when I realized that the butter I had shoved up my asshole had melted and leaked out onto my couch and it had a very distinct putrid stench to it. It had mixed with my shit to create something far worse than shit. It was probably the worst thing I’ve smelt in all my life. It actually smelt many times worse than the time I had stuck a pickle up my asshole and forgot about until the morning after.
While standing there taking in this wonderfully putrid smell I realize that I cannot be the only one to smell this. So I walked quickly upstairs with my ass cheeks clenched not wanting to spill a drop of my shit butter. I pull out from my sock drawer a heavy woolen sock and unload the contents of my asshole into it. I thought the smell was bad before. I now had the urge to do a barrel roll out my window to escape the horrid odor. I quickly tied the top of the sock and left my house.
As I walked down the street a brownish-yellow liquid slowly dripped from the bottom of the sock. The neighborhood kids became very curious as to what was going on and as they approached they caught a whiff of the putrid smell emanating from the sock. This is when Joanna, my neighbors 13 year old daughter vomited what looked like a freshly eaten peanut butter and jelly sandwich all over the street. I nearly came in my pants at that moment. I had the sickest hard on. In fact the only thing keeping me from raping Joanna while she lay in a pool of her own vomit was my sock full of shit butter. I knew I had something to do and I was damn sure going to do it. I kept walking.
I finally made it to my local grocery store. An epic journey it had been. Every asshole in the vicinity could smell the putrid odor but nobody knew where it came from. I can still hear them in my mind. “What the fuck is that smell.” “This smell is so bad I think I am going to kill myself with a hammer” one man said. I even saw a fellow depraved maniac in the corner of my eye. I could tell because he had the same smile that I did. He was laughing with the same glee. I’m sure he’s raped a severely mentally challenged child in his lifetime. I know I have.
That’s when I saw him. The old nigger who sat in front of shoprite saying hello to every asshole strolling by. I fucking hated this man. I couldn’t tell you why. I just hated him. He could smell my shit butter. I could tell because he was gasping for air. I quickly approached him thinking “this will be the greatest day of my life. Nothing could stop me now.” This is when I felt a sudden burst. I realized later that I had shot a load off in my pants right at that moment.
I was arms length from the nigger now. I clenched the sock tight with both hands and swung it at the niggers face with all my might. I hit him in the cheek with such force that the brownish-liquid had sprayed out all over his face. He immediately threw up. I sat back laughing as he washed out his eyes with bottled water. He asked “why?” and I responded by dumping the rest of the socks contents on his head. Truly, I did it for the lulz.
While everybody was distracted I walked into shoprite and quickly shoved as many apples as I could up my ass. It was 4. I left shoprite with the most satisfaction I have ever felt in my life. I remember thinking “wow, I’m such a great person, I get 4 free apples, and I get to go home and jerk off to CP.”
When I think back on that day, I can always remember how sweet those apples tasted. Nothing sweeter.
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Originally posted by Donald Trump
Let's all socially isolate until human beings live forever.
Aging is actually caused by observation. We are quantum beings and our wave function collapses only when observed. We literally would live forever if we socially isolated.
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Originally posted by Misguided Russian
The lactate is first converted to pyruvate in the liver by lactate dehydrogenase. Now, the pyruvate is converted to oxaloacetate using labeled CO2. When oxaloacetate is decarboxylated to make PEP the labeled carbon is lost. Therefore, no labeled carbon would be present in glucose.
Shit, see, this is why I added "(if it does at all)", because I was looking at the phosphoenolpyruvate and it looked like the CO2 got substituted with a new group but I'm chemically illiterate so I wasn't confident in that answer. So it was a trick question? You fucker. Proud of myself for getting as close to the answer as I did though.
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Originally posted by Solomon Thunder
You dodged the question again because evading the point and obscurantist sophistry is all you have. You have nothing else in the tank intellectually. Do you understand electronic engineering or electrical engineering?
Justified true belief is the common working definition of knowledge in academic philosophy.
Whether or not you understand what "justified" or "true" means in this context isn't relevant to the point, which you repeatedly can only dodge and never remotely address, which is that you cannot have knowledge without a belief. Knowledge of some fact is just a belief that you know is true for justifiable reasons.
It literally doesn't matter what mental gymnastics you want to employ about the meaning of justifiability or truth. We don't need to get into epistemic nihilism to point out that your point was dogshit.
Didn't read.
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Originally posted by Antifa Member
Why non practical philosophy is retarded^
All philosophy is practical. The stuff I'm espousing now, for example, is really useful for helping people understand the limits of their supposed knowledge.
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