Lounge??

[Something Else]

Still expect a present though.






Whine is always nice.

[IdolEyes787]

Cheap bastard that's just a little whine.

[JPaul]

http://www.google.ca/search?client=firefox-a&rls=org.mozilla%3Aen-US%3Aofficial&channel=s&hl=en&q=If+you+ever+ask++to+do+something%2C+you+can+bet+that+your+request+will+get+lost+in+the+shuffle%2C+unaddressed%2C+ignored%2C+and+rebuffed.+The&meta=&btnG=Google+Search

I copy/paste therefore I am.

I uses "so high on its own hallucinations that it believes them to be real"

Wonder what the original was, prior to every half wit on the internets deciding that Copy/Past, Find/Replace were really cool things to do.

[lamuller]

Would white zinfandel from beringers do the trick?

[chalice]

Would white zinfandel from beringers do the trick?

Nah, only dikes drink that, like.

[IdolEyes787]

Still expect a present though.






Whine is always nice.

And I wanted red.

[Mr. Mulder]

oh hai, i got here late, wuts going on? :bawa:

[The Flying Cow]

That's why I'm telling you that the Lounge is firmly convinced that we ought to worship crass, backwards perjurers as folk heroes.

Certainly. Do you speak addressing the present Lounge or the Failed Lounge Project in the BT section?

Still, I have heard people say that sometimes I think that the Lounge is simply a willing pawn of those raving, mawkish avaricious-types who make bargains with the devil.

This is correct, and has been mentioned in the past. (

Furthermore, 19000 posts certainly does reek of dementia. Mental instability in the very least.

He could have lost his life at a game of cards with Mephistopheles. Clearly a long time ago.

)

I typically drop that willing-pawn notion, however, whenever I remember that the acid test for the Lounge's "kinder, gentler" new attitudes should be, "Do they still interfere with my efforts to declare a truce with it and commence a dialogue?" If the answer is yes then we can conclude that the Lounge is typical of distasteful cheapskates in its wild invocations to the irrational, the magic, and the fantastic to dramatize its quips.

Convoluted tripe.

The Lounge's arguments are just a rhetorical ploy to get away from the obvious fact that baleful, malodorous delinquents are more susceptible to the Lounge's brainwashing tactics than are any other group. [...] Nevertheless, the indications are there that it's a pity that two thousand years after Christ, the voices of caustic, barbaric deviants like the Lounge can still be heard, worse still that they're listened to, and worst of all that anyone believes them.

Here I must go against you: I sincerely doubt anyone believes them. Their sheer ludicrousness can be scented from a mile away.

The Lounge's indiscretions are based on a denial of reality, on the substitution of a deliberately falsified picture of the world in place of reality. And this dishonesty, this refusal to admit the truth, will have some very serious consequences for all of us one day.

The consequences are only to take shape should you take said idiocy seriously.

I could tell the Lounge that no one—except the Lounge, so high on its own hallucinations that it believes them to be real—can seriously believe that the rigors that its victims have been called upon to undergo have been amply justified in the sphere of concrete achievement, although it obviously doesn't care.

Here you strike gold again; indeed, as I have tried to bring to light in the past, the Lounge is nothing more than a figment of high- and low-powered Internet cables coming together across the bytesphere. Unfortunately such reduction of the Lounge to it's insignificance only serves to stir up it's inhabitants, an untamed, eerie bunch.

I could tell it that this view dangerously underestimates the slatternly quality of egotism, but it wouldn't believe me. It probably also doesn't care that when one succeeds in eking out a kernel of content from its linguistic games and complex exegeses, it usually turns out to be either banal or blatantly false. So let me appeal to whatever small semblance of reason the Lounge may be capable of when I tell it that its refrains are destructive. They're morally destructive, socially destructive—even intellectually destructive. And, as if that weren't enough, it periodically puts up a facade of reform. However, underneath the pretty surface, it's always business as usual.

Very well said, sir.

Which brings me to my point. Other than that, the type of absenteeism that the Lounge preaches is a sort of moral gonorrhea. I could write pages on the subject, but the following should suffice. The Lounge keeps missing my point. More specifically, it keeps getting hung up on my words without seeing the underlying meaning. For example, when I say that it is axiomatic that anyone who says that the Lounge's activities are on the up-and-up can be branded as both raucous and sick, the Lounge seems incapable of realizing that what I'm really getting at is that it extricates itself from difficulty by intrigue, by chicanery, by dissimulation, by trimming, by an untruth, by an injustice. It may seem difficult at first to champion the force of goodness against the greed of dodgy galoots and encourage others to do the same. It is. But inasmuch as I disagree with the Lounge's accusations and find its ad hominem attacks offensive, I am happy to meet the Lounge's speech with more speech and, if necessary, continue this discussion until the truth shines.

Then the demons came out of the man and entered the swine, and the herd rushed down the steep bank and were drowned. (Luke 8:32-6)

[...]Aside from the fact that pharisaical, unforgiving rotters would be far more bearable if they didn't keep us perennially behind the eight ball, the Lounge has frequently been spotted making nicey-nice with parasitic, ethically bankrupt clowns.

Indeed. Spot on.

Is this because it needs their help to promote the socially inept fulminations of frowzy dips?

That is correct.

[...] ...my current plan is to work together towards a shared vision. Yes, it will draw upon the most powerful fires of Hell to tear that plan asunder, but the ripples of reaction to its personal attacks have spread, giving rise to universal calls to confront and reject all manifestations of credentialism. Let me try to explain what I mean by that in a single sentence: Many of the people I've talked to have said that the Lounge and its patsies should all be put up against a wall and given traitors' justice.

You forget that these ringleader australopithecines are really harmless. And that, base and insecure as they may be, the remainder of the populace is no better. Look at the BT Lounge and see for yourself the clearly light-headed alternative.

Without commenting on that specifically I'd merely like to point out that the Lounge's confidants get a thrill out of protesting. They have no idea what causes they're fighting for or against. For them, going down to the local protest, carrying a sign, hanging out with the Lounge, and meeting some other humorless rumormongers is merely a social event. They're not even aware that the Lounge would have us believe that the rest of us are an inferior group of people, fit only to be enslaved, beaten, and butchered at the whim of our betters. Such flummery can be quickly dissipated merely by skimming a few random pages from any book on the subject.

The guillotine - to freedom!

[...]The Lounge's ideologies are so nebulous and malleable that they can be used to justify any psychotic strictures.

You seem to think the Lounge has ideologies. You err.

If you ever ask the Lounge to do something, you can bet that your request will get lost in the shuffle, unaddressed, ignored, and rebuffed. The Lounge's lies come in many forms. Some of its lies are in the form of sound bites. Others are in the form of perceptions. Still more are in the form of folksy posturing and pretended concern and compassion. Lastly, for those who read this letter, I really hope you take it to heart and pass this message on to others.

Who would ask the Lounge to do something, and what, oh what is the "message" to pass on to others you speak of?

Perhaps a few less paragraphs and writing a bit more to the point would have done the trick.

Sadly I think this text was copied verbatim, with an edit here or there to substitute whatever it was for "Lounge", as this is evidently not your way of speaking.

Again, a show of the type of thickness that will only serve to strengthen the Lounge.

[chalice]

Sherman, use your head, mate.

He didn't write anything. He c&p'd from somewhere else which doesn't even closely context this lounge, like.

Your last line was pretty accurate, though.

[KFlint]

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A+ for the effort to make any sense out of it...