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Is there really a God?

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Komrades! As we all know, there is no other God save The Glorious State! ™Image
Liberalism 101 Lesson 21:

Thou shalt not believe in any other God except the Great God, thy government.
But, it seems, some other not-to-be-mentioned minor god is exerting his authority:

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This the state must not allow!

GOD Just Sent Obama a DEVASTATING Message (This Is HUGE)

Couldn't agree more. Dear Leader should be up there protecting His Peepul and forbidding this ostentatious display, preferably while waving at least one arm in the air.

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I think waving a golf club would be way more effective.


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Lev Termen wrote:Ooo! Oksana, you're terrible.
It's a gift.

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Comrades! Current Truth dictates that a rainbow in the sky is a sign that the Christofascist God approves of Same Sex Marriage.

Ergo, I believe a lightning bolt on the Washington Monument is a sign that this same God disapproves of Washington himself. He was one of the so-called Founding Fathers, owned slaves, was seditious, etc. etc.

The Monument that bears his name should either come down, or be renamed after Obama.

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Relax komrades! Klearly Obama is upon the Washington Monument and is harnessing the power of lightning to turn back global warming. SEE the great red eye? Soon our Dearest Leader will have more power then the Eye of Sauron!

Next Tuesday is another Tuesday sooner.

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Dumbasses! All of you! (Except for Uberdave, who doesn't seem to be teaching the class very well by the ensuing discussion.) If you were Truly Revolutionary ™, you would know that the State IS God. Now either wise up to this People's Fact or get the Hell Gulag out.

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Oh. My. God. Government. Who are you calling a dumbass, Stierlitz?

Is this just a totally lame and pathetic attempt to get attention from Pinkie, or do you really mean to call ME a dumbass?

Either way, you're gonna get it from my shovel. Now.

WHACK!!!

Now who's the dumbass? Now who's wishing he could just have a numb ass instead?

You disgust me.

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The preceding redistribution of whackings is brought to you by People's Cube Store #86, where you can get all the best gear needed for tending beets, and first aid supplies. I'll see you there!

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Is there really a God?

Well, I do think there is.

Back in the 80's I found myself asking for his intervention. That was a time when I had lost everything, including my opinion of myself. I was spiritually bankrupt and did not see a way out. Everyone i knew wanted to attack me, including my Mother. And, my bothers. I was terrified.

I had no answers, so could not help my friends support me. i was lost. Except for one person.

One night, I wrote a letter to God. I asked him to forgive me for addressing Him in a fairly drunken way. I had put off this request because I was so afraid He wouldn't show up. What would I do then?

Well, I didn't get half-way beyond my paragraph when I was embraced by a love beyond my comprehension. It was so deep you couldn't see the end of it. And, it was not boring! And, I was not drunk. Instantly sober and curious.

My entire living room was clear as a bell. Filled with the light of clarity.

It was a quiet happening. No lightening, no drama.

Next thing, I turned around into my dining room, where there was some resonance, and sang, in an improvised way, something I always wanted to do. The lyrics were, “There's a light outside/There's a light inside, etc. That went on for about 30 minutes. I was totally devoid of self-consciousness.

Bear in mind, I was a trained opera singer, and wanted so much to sing jazz. I always felt I was too trained, classically, to do this. Yet, this night I did it.

That was good enough for me.

Many people do not believe this story. That's okay. I don't really expect them to, but, it really happened,

I deliver this story with all of my love to my darling Cubists, (an art form)

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Psst, Falkyn...Image The Commisarka has been "off" her swing for so long, talk in tractor barn #2 has odds on a massive hormonal change. Sterlitz barely splattered the wall when he got whacked. We will see, but I'm keeping a safe distance just in case.

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Ivan the Stakhanovets wrote:Psst, Falkyn...Image The Commisarka has been "off" her swing for so long, talk in tractor barn #2 has odds on a massive hormonal change. Sterlitz barely splattered the wall when he got whacked. We will see, but I'm keeping a safe distance just in case.
I'd do it but they won't let me have any weapons.

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This reminds me of a joke I heard long ago about a dyslexic agnostic insomniac who used to lay awake at night wondering if there was a dog...

HEIL HILLARY!

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Commissarka Pinkie wrote:Oh. My. God. Government. Who are you calling a dumbass, Stierlitz?

Is this just a totally lame and pathetic attempt to get attention from Pinkie, or do you really mean to call ME a dumbass?

Either way, you're gonna get it from my shovel. Now.

WHACK!!!

Now who's the dumbass? Now who's wishing he could just have a numb ass instead?

You disgust me.

I disgust you!? You excite m-er- I am terribly sorry Komissarka, it shall not happen again. And my ass is always numb for your lov-er-shovel! Yes, I meant shovel. Could you please strap this on and fuc-er-help me out with the work on the radio tower?

Psst. PSST! Wanna come around back shed 69? I, ahem, have a large production quota, if you know what I mean.

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OMG! None of you like my post! I entered it with most sincerity and, you all hate it!
I don't know what to do now.

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Pamalinsky wrote:OMG! None of you like my post! I entered it with most sincerity and, you all hate it!
I don't know what to do now.

I'd like to bring your piece to mind, Comrade Pamalinsky:

Is there really a God?

Well, I do think there is.

Back in the 80's I found myself asking for his intervention. That was a time when I had lost everything, including my opinion of myself. I was spiritually bankrupt and did not see a way out. Everyone i knew wanted to attack me, including my Mother. And, my bothers. I was terrified.

I had no answers, so could not help my friends support me. i was lost. Except for one person.

One night, I wrote a letter to God. I asked him to forgive me for addressing Him in a fairly drunken way. I had put off this request because I was so afraid He wouldn't show up. What would I do then?

Well, I didn't get half-way beyond my paragraph when I was embraced by a love beyond my comprehension. It was so deep you couldn't see the end of it. And, it was not boring! And, I was not drunk. Instantly sober and curious.

My entire living room was clear as a bell. Filled with the light of clarity.

It was a quiet happening. No lightening, no drama.

Next thing, I turned around into my dining room, where there was some resonance, and sang, in an improvised way, something I always wanted to do. The lyrics were, “There's a light outside/There's a light inside, etc. That went on for about 30 minutes. I was totally devoid of self-consciousness.

Bear in mind, I was a trained opera singer, and wanted so much to sing jazz. I always felt I was too trained, classically, to do this. Yet, this night I did it.

That was good enough for me.

Many people do not believe this story. That's okay. I don't really expect them to, but, it really happened,

I deliver this story with all of my love to my darling Cubists, (an art form)

First off, there IS a god and it it Government. You were asking for the Government's intervention, IE, asking for welfare. You lost everything, and obviously your Mother was mad at you for being a member of the Holy State Order of the Poor and Needy. You let the fear of your Mother over shadow your love of the Government.

So, in this fear-based Insanity, you made the Government, a faceless, formless, holy entity, A person, and then wrote a letter to that person. Keep in mind that you still had KKKapitalists tendencies and Misogynistic lies embedded in you as the Government manifested within you as a Man, rather than a Womyn, which it obviously is due to the Government giving more breaks to Womyn.

Of course you became sober, the Government started to send radio rays into your house from an unmarked van outside, of course to check that your Telescreen hadn't been modified or tampered with in any way, and you started to see your living room clear because of the rays. It's a wonder you didn't see the van, I can see a fly shitting on a peanut at a million yards when the rays come into my house.

You had then started to sing Jazz, instead of Opera, which you have been supposedly trained for. The explanation for this is dead simple. Opera is by dead, white, Europeans. Jazz is by alive, poor, black Africans and African-Americans. Africans are Oppressed, whereas Europeans used to get a bunch of stuff, but Holy GOvernment is working on changing that. This was simply the power of Government working within you in a way that you weren't yet accustomed to. It was releasing your inner African-American, and introducing you to the world of Oppression. It was turning you into a Communist, a Collectivist, but foremost, planting the seeds and laying the bricks of a Revolutionary.

And of course people don't believe you. They don't understand the awesome power of Government. Get the IRS to audit them, then they'll not only have contributed and redistributed more of their wealth to the Government, they'll also believe you and join any Revolutionary organizations you start. Either that or report that they Raped you, if you're a Womyn you can make shit up and the Kops will believe you, especially if you give them a "gift".

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Pamalinsky wrote:OMG! None of you like my post! I entered it with most sincerity and, you all hate it!
I don't know what to do now.
Indeed, Komrade Pamalinski there is one who likes your post. My mother (rest her soul) had a similar experience.Mine was a bit different. I witnessed the destruction of Wichita Falls TX first hand in April of '79.

Assigned to Sheppard AFB, I was sent out to clean up. I was sent to some apartments that were shattered by a monster tornado. One of the apartment dwellers showed me and the others sent out with me his apartment. We walked through the front door to see that the side walls, roof and every stick of the apartment including the carpet padding was gone......Except one little cubicle that was the closet his family hid in. Tell me it wasn't providence that saved them.

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Kommissar Uberdave wrote:
Pamalinsky wrote:OMG! None of you like my post! I entered it with most sincerity and, you all hate it!
I don't know what to do now.
Indeed, Komrade Pamalinski there is one who likes your post. My mother (rest her soul) had a similar experience.Mine was a bit different. I witnessed the destruction of Wichita Falls TX first hand in April of '79.

Assigned to Sheppard AFB, I was sent out to clean up. I was sent to some apartments that were shattered by a monster tornado. One of the apartment dwellers showed me and the others sent out with me his apartment. We walked through the front door to see that the side walls, roof and every stick of the apartment including the carpet padding was gone......Except one little cubicle that was the closet his family hid in. Tell me it wasn't providence that saved them.

Blame the UNION CONSTRUCTION WORKERS who built the place. Blame the Unions for saving them! The Unions, who are an affiliate of the Holy Government, built the apartment building and knew by the power of Government that there would be a tornado that would come through and that a family would hide in the cubicle you speak of. So, they built it extra-strong so that they would be able to stay safe.

Uberdave, you DISGUST me. Thinking that Union work is the same as a KKKri$tian "deity" which DOESN'T exist, bah! You might as well check into a gulag, psych ward, or cemetery, I'd choose the third. The mobsters with machine guns are already on their way. I'd recommend building your casket out of oak.

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Comrade Stierlitz wrote:
Kommissar Uberdave wrote:
Pamalinsky wrote:OMG! None of you like my post! I entered it with most sincerity and, you all hate it!
I don't know what to do now.
Indeed, Komrade Pamalinski there is one who likes your post. My mother (rest her soul) had a similar experience.Mine was a bit different. I witnessed the destruction of Wichita Falls TX first hand in April of '79.

Assigned to Sheppard AFB, I was sent out to clean up. I was sent to some apartments that were shattered by a monster tornado. One of the apartment dwellers showed me and the others sent out with me his apartment. We walked through the front door to see that the side walls, roof and every stick of the apartment including the carpet padding was gone......Except one little cubicle that was the closet his family hid in. Tell me it wasn't providence that saved them.

Blame the UNION CONSTRUCTION WORKERS who built the place. Blame the Unions for saving them! The Unions, who are an affiliate of the Holy Government, built the apartment building and knew by the power of Government that there would be a tornado that would come through and that a family would hide in the cubicle you speak of. So, they built it extra-strong so that they would be able to stay safe.

Uberdave, you DISGUST me. Thinking that Union work is the same as a KKKri$tian "deity" which DOESN'T exist, bah! You might as well check into a gulag, psych ward, or cemetery, I'd choose the third. The mobsters with machine guns are already on their way. I'd recommend building your casket out of oak.

As a reformed Jayhawker who spent his years in the Sunflower State as a carpenter, I would suggest that it was likely not Union Built ™, due to the disdain that the capitalists who run that state have shown for the brotherhood of union labor, but rather the handiwork of an oppressed crew of Undocumented Americans in Waiting ™ (the "other" UAW).

They, Our Deliverers ™ , are the chosen ones we have been waiting for, to deliver us from the political burdens of self-reliance and personal responsibility imposed on us by white Christians who dominate middle America. These unwashed migrants will deliver a death blow to our enemies, and secure victory for our socialist Utopia, while also increasing the base of taxpayers in order to fund our retirement programs and social welfare services.

Yes, these are the True Deliverers. It was their Act of Love ™ by entering this country against the will of our arch nemeses, the Republicans (SPIT!), that has resulted in the saving of lives during Global Warming ™ caused catastrophes, which also by the way, are the result of selfish capitalist Republicans. Therefore let us embrace and cast our lots with Her Presumptive Majesty, She who will deliver our deliverers to us, Our Many Teated Empress...

HEIL HILLARY!

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Ah, Ha! Ha! Comrades!

You guys are great!

Thank you for getting my mind right!

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You know, I have been accused of inventing this by some, because I was under stress, i.e. delusional.

Truth is, I could never make this up. Never. When I did the jazz thing, it was presented to me as a reminder of how real what I was experiencing was, just in case I didn't believe this phenomenal love was happening. It was a loving gift.

My being under stress does not mitigate or nullify what I experienced. I experienced much stress for 15 years after that. If I could, I'd make it up every day! But, alas, I can't. Ooooh, I do I wish I could! Instead, I put my trust in the wonderful being that gave me this experience. I traveled to three cities to work, winding back in L.A. It was just a matter of time when I found the love of my life, Comrade Tovarich, who I have been with since 2010. I never saw the carrot, or knew it existed but, I kept my faith in this love that was revealed to me!

The reason I posted this is to give a bit of a lift to those who need it, and to show there is something beyond all this nastiness.

Truth is, I think you all know that.

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Pamski, check your messages...

Also remember the words of the great philosopher Theocritus who taught his followers "truth is what comes out of my ass..." Or something like that.

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Komrade Stierlitz! (You're really still upset about me getting you confused with Komrade Sterpin, aren't you?)

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Ivan the Stakhanovets wrote:Pamski, check your messages...

Also remember the words of the great philosopher Theocritus who taught his followers "truth is what comes out of my ass..." Or something like that.
Already did, Ivan the Wonderful! Check your messages! And, I most definitely remember my most darling mentor, Theo! You got a reply from me!Mwah!

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I was recently looking for the episode 3.19 of the Northern Exposure series, which contains this wonderful music. As it happens, this one was audio cut at about 8:00.

So, I decided to post the audio of the most beautiful Cantaloube's Bailero., sung by Frederica von Stade. It is one of his Songs of the Auvergne. It is one of the most beautiful things I have ever heard.

I post this because, even though I know it's impossible, it comes very close to what I experienced in my formerly posted revelations about my experience with God.

Even if you don't believe what I said, this tune is absolutely gorgeous! Enjoy!
Love,
Pammie

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So, here's another story about life after death. Is there really a God?

This is not a story about left v. right. It's about what is. Or, at least about what a longtime friend told me. I trust her.

My friend and I worked for the same boss way back in the day. She told me a story about her colleague, who also worked for the same company and was the girlfriend of our boss.

She found herself diagnosed with a form of cancer. Our collective boss had one of his minions fire her, for the good of the company, even though she could have continued in her capacity. The firing left her devastated! However, after much guilt, he (the boss) decided to send her to Europe to find a cure for her malady, accompanied by my friend, which he agreed to pay for.

They went, they saw, she died. Shortly after arriving back in the USA. His “help” was too late.

Later, my friend accompanied him to Las Vegas where he wanted to see if he could make up a shortfall that could hurt his company.

My friend was able to perceive the communications of her deceased friend, and through her “telepathy” advised him what colors and numbers to play at the roulette wheel. She wanted to help him win enough to help the company. That was as far as she would go. He continued to win.

At one point, my friend, hearing her friends message, told him to stop. It was time to have dinner.

They resumed the gamble, winning every time, until they went over the limit. My friend told him it was time to stop. He, totally ignoring her message, arrogantly proceeded to gamble, only to lose.

He did stop, however, but never acknowledged the help from someone he had previously screwed.

So goes America?

You decide.

This is a true story!

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John Quincy Adams said this:
https://www.apologeticspress.org/apcont ... ticle=1142

Pope Leo XIII said this in 1888:
https://w2.vatican.va/content/leo-xiii/ ... ertas.html

You're gonna have to click 'em to see 'em but, once clicked, they're good!

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Pamalinsky wrote:Is there really a God?

Well, I do think there is.

Back in the 80's I found myself asking for his intervention. That was a time when I had lost everything, including my opinion of myself. I was spiritually bankrupt and did not see a way out. Everyone i knew wanted to attack me, including my Mother. And, my bothers. I was terrified.

I had no answers, so could not help my friends support me. i was lost. Except for one person.

One night, I wrote a letter to God. I asked him to forgive me for addressing Him in a fairly drunken way. I had put off this request because I was so afraid He wouldn't show up. What would I do then?

Well, I didn't get half-way beyond my paragraph when I was embraced by a love beyond my comprehension. It was so deep you couldn't see the end of it. And, it was not boring! And, I was not drunk. Instantly sober and curious.

My entire living room was clear as a bell. Filled with the light of clarity.

It was a quiet happening. No lightening, no drama.

Next thing, I turned around into my dining room, where there was some resonance, and sang, in an improvised way, something I always wanted to do. The lyrics were, “There's a light outside/There's a light inside, etc. That went on for about 30 minutes. I was totally devoid of self-consciousness.

Bear in mind, I was a trained opera singer, and wanted so much to sing jazz. I always felt I was too trained, classically, to do this. Yet, this night I did it.

That was good enough for me.

Many people do not believe this story. That's okay. I don't really expect them to, but, it really happened,

I deliver this story with all of my love to my darling Cubists, (an art form)
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How did I miss this? That's an awesome testimony, a little like mine in some respects. It reminds me of Acts 10:44, "While Peter yet spake these words, the Holy Ghost fell on all them which heard the word." You know it when it happens.

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Komissar al-Blogunov wrote:
Pamalinsky wrote:Is there really a God?
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How did I miss this? That's an awesome testimony, a little like mine in some respects. It reminds me of Acts 10:44, "While Peter yet spake these words, the Holy Ghost fell on all them which heard the word." You know it when it happens.

Thank you so much, dear Komissar al-Blogunov, for the kindly "fist-bump." Yes, you do know when it happens. I received 3 personal messages acknowledging this as their experience, too. Yours makes it the 4th. Most people, even though they really want to, find it hard to believe what I said. Understandable. I would probably do the same thing. That tells me that they have to experience this themselves. Just as I did, and you.

I must note that only on TPC did I find those that understand this. I know of no special formula to find this except, perhaps, utter sincerity and the willingness to get to the bottom of oneself. On the other hand, my brother, so he tells me, was thrown up against the wall, spiritually, and told he better get himself together. He knew he was becoming an asshole and a power-freak. He is now my dearest friend and ally. And a Christian.

Please read my above post regarding Andrew Jackson and Pope Leo XIII. You only have to read maybe two paragraphs of the Pope's to get the clarity he imparted about universal truth and how he and Andrew Jackson coincide. It will uplift your heart, as it did mine.

Universal truth: the bugaboo of the godless left.

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Look into the eyes of this innocent creature (a Snow Leopard Cub) and tell me you don't see infinite love and compassion:

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I found it on Twitter's Welcome to Nature. There's some amazing pics there. Normally, I don't Tweet but someone linked me to it.


 
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