You’re gonna let this guy scare you? How bad could it possibly be?

It’s a world of skinless, blood-soaked nightmares clattering from the deep and clammering for the meat of the guilty.

Because the fiction of a church involves condemnation of human triumph as folly, that the archaic notions of a primitive people is divine wisdom, that we are failures without trying unless we look to a superior being for acceptance, that all of our failures are our own but all of our success is given by heavenly tribute. By contrast, the three hour movie (incredibly rare as they are), usually glorifies the triumphs of man without attributing it to some faceless being, it congratulates our success and allows us to empathize with each others failures, it allows us to see the world without it being clouded by the xenophobia and ostracizing that religion panders.

It is hard to pray because it has no visible, tangible effect on you, the world, or the people you are considering and logically people are beginning to see that, and realize that if they wanted to do something that isn't worthless, they would actually put in an effort to change that which they pray for, such as helping at a soup kitchen, making changes in their lives, or helping others.. Cussing is easy because it is a simple mechanism for displaying anger, hatred, or warning like an animal growl or bark or hiss.

It's hard to repost a godly bulletin because they are connected to religion, and religion to church, and church to some of the bloodiest, most hateful, most despised atrocities in the history of mankind. Religion is linked to sacrifices, murders, betrayals, hate crimes, xenophobia, scandal, slavery, and misogyny as dictated by a 'loving god' who demanded swords be driven through the hearts of infants for the simple justification that they were born of another tribe. It is easy to repost the mean ones, as they are so called, because they allow people to voice their outrage at these atrocities.

People worship celebrities, though it is in poor taste for they are merely people, albeit successful people and that is what draws the love, and ire, or those around them. People are turning away from 'god' because there is no evidence of his existence, the holy book in which his strictures are written has been re-written thousands of times, the holy books are full of contradictions and messages of violence and hatred, and people are beginning to see that the opinions of iron-age, cattle-sacrificing nomads who thought that disease was caused by demons and that it was perfectly reasonable to sell your daughter into slavery just may not be as divinely inspired as they once thought.

Thankfully, socio-biologists have calculated that religion, for the most part, will die away and fall into myth by 2050. Coincidentally, that has also been the projected date where humanity is supposed to reach their technological singularity.

Oh, and also, Matthew 6:5

And when ye pray, ye shall not be as the hypocrites: for they love to stand and pray in the synagogues and in the corners of the streets, that they may be seen of men. Verily I say unto you, They have received their reward.

Formal letter from Chaos Arcanum Majora to Chaos Mundus

"Mundus, mundus, mundus...as much as you've lightened your material burden, you're nevertheless immersed into the free-flowing earth. Free to move about as you please, wandering, ambling, wayward and lostless. How you've now cast your wings into disrepair for more solid limbs that manage little more than to support, create, and reap. Your creations have grown too cunning, too reputable.

Out from these hands set the world a-turn, and with careless motion torn asunder. Thereby, snapped up into your own waiting jaws, as the most tangible thing to consume would be one's own self. And so you fed upon those portions, never thinking it'd pass right through like any other finite meal, desiccated and discarded.

You've claimed to be wayward and on the decline for years now, watching the imperfections in cast glass slowly cascade down the blunt edge of a lifetime. The world falls harder underfoot, despite more assured steps. You seem to think all that was still is, away and afar in those threaded worlds lit by a fierce notion. But only mammels hibernate, so you either chose your metaphor unwisely or all too well.

Cold and calculating may be par for survival, but are still mortal mannerisms. The fire and the flight completes the frame of mind, this image alight and aloft. The idols you've carved have been whittled of their details to mere splinters, and the arc now bears familarity. As all this comes full-circle, there must be a formless void from start to stagnate. That which has emerged from shall be cast back in.

Triads and the trappings they impart...you've so far brought two elements to the forefront, endlessly interwoven in patterns now cryptic to your own self. And so you contemplate the intricate mosaic as would anyone else behind velvet ropes. Though the forthright awareness has ebbed in memory, perhaps you saw this all from the start, when it began to unfold. So illustrated and conscious that it couldn't possibly occur later on, no less unrecognized.

The archetype of the dragon imparts a trandscendence over worldly cycles; the ability to revive itself over grevious and oft-fatal wounds, even death assured. A greater balance is enacted upon a barbed tail. Ever on the mend, wings submerge into brackish pools to membrane anew. The earth continues in its solidity, as lamed, graspless arms clutch at the underside of its skeleton.

In time, as ever before, one shall descend into the sky, with former husks cast off like flakes of oxidized iron. Flaws and cracks cannot be undone, moreover seen to their timely severance. To what endures, a perfect obsidian sphere, hollow only to those who place no sight within. Feigned to be barren and featureless, striations enact like techtonic plates beneath glassy waters. Solidity is an allusion."

Look me in the eye as I kill you

Taste my eager sweat as I tear you apart

Feel me greedily swallow your rotten body whole

Hear your body snap and break and divide and bleed

Smell the cold hacking putrid throat of death and be no more

open your eyes, do you know him

he welcomes you home

Welcome welcome, one and all, where we can taste like the poison dreams of mad children. I dare you, I dare you, I double dog dare you, keep up keep up, or you'll fade to grey.

Oh well, oh well, Hell was more fun, anyway.

Know this! What will come to pass is no longer war! It is endless sacrifice in His name. Blood for the Blood God... let the universe drown in it!

What the thick-headed fools with their broken corpse of an Emperor fail to understand is that not only can they never defeat us, but they can not hide or flee or shield themselves from the triumph of Chaos. They are finite and we are unbound, undivided. They must not err, or they fall to heresy. All who fall join our cause. Every Imperial fool who dares to open his eyes is a willing recruit. They strive merely to hold back our fury and might, and it consumes them. Thus you can see Chaos is inevitable. We lurk not only beyond their grasp and at their gates; we lurk within the darkness of their souls, on the tip of their tongues, in their tortured dreams. We are them, but freed from the shackles of ignorance. We are them, grown strong… evolved. We are them, but so much morE.

"Look upon me and know that I can slay you at will. You have no defence save one: to look into the darkness at the back of your own mind. There, you will find Father Nurgle waiting to offer you life in return for your submission. Deny him, and you are mine."

The grotesque daemonic flies that infest the Destroyer Hive are truly disgusting creatures, though in the eyes of Typhus, and of Father Nurgle himself, each is a diminuitive angel of decay just waiting to pass on the blessings of rot and entropy to all they touch.

Blight Grenade - The Death Guard's Plague Marines long ago perfected the grisly practice of using their enemies' decapitated heads as crude grenades. Hacked from the neck, filled with maggot-laden toxic goop and sealed with wax, these projectiles burst apart on impact to spray liquid disease and biting, stinging flies in all directions.

"Let this fire spread across planets and consume stars. Let all become the pyre from which the new age will be born."

"There are things about organized religion which I resent. Christ is revered as the Prince of Peace, but more blood has been shed in His name than any other figure in history. You show me one step forward in the name of religion and I'll show you a hundred retrogressions. Remember, they were men of God who destroyed the educational treasures at Alexandria, who perpetrated the Inquisition in Spain, who burned the witches at Salem. Over 25,000 organized religions flourish on this planet, but the followers of each think all the others are miserably misguided and probably evil as well."

~Frank Sinatra

"Friends? We're not even in the same social class! Enjoy your life of mediocrity."

A wise man sees more from the bottom of a well than a fool does on the top of a mountain. But a wise man will get more use out of his enemies than a fool will out of his friends. And fools rush in where fools have been before.

"Don't you see? My Master Tzeentch cares not which of the Great Powers of Chaos you serve. In the end, aren't the followers of the Blood God changing valiant warriors into headless corpses? Aren't the worshippers of the Lord of Flies changing strong, healthy bodies into rotting, diseased carcasses? Aren't the disciples of the Dark Prince changing stern, steadfast heroes into slaves to their own senses? Chaos is a struggle to change, you must agree. Change rules all."

"The minds of gods are not for mortals to know or to judge. Accept that Tzeentch has a place for all of us in his grand scheme, and be happy in the part you have to play."


"What the thick-headed fools with their broken corpse of an Emperor fail to understand is that not only can they never defeat us, but they can not hide or flee or shield themselves from the triumph of Chaos. They are finite and we are unbound, undivided. They must not err, or they fall to heresy. All who fall join our cause. Every Imperial fool who dares to open his eyes is a willing recruit. They strive merely to hold back our fury and might, and it consumes them. Thus you can see Chaos is inevitable. We lurk not only beyond their grasp and at their gates; we lurk within the darkness of their souls, on the tip of their tongues, in their tortured dreams. We are them, but freed from the shackles of ignorance. We are them, grown strong… evolved. We are them, but so much more!"


"Don't blame me for what I’ve done. I watched my wife and daughters die before me. It was death or embracing Chaos, and I knew that through Chaos, I might live. Live! It is life that matters and what I have learned is that Chaos IS life, for life is change and destruction and new forms, new mutations ever manifesting. We clung to the Emperor, a dying effigy, because He was all we knew. We feared life. We feared our own potential strength. The Imperium is dying. A slow death, but it’s dying. I did what I had to, that’s all. I opened my eyes and saw what a fool all of us were, bowing to a half-dead failure slumped on a throne. Haha! The blasphemy still sends shivers down my spine. It is the freshness of life. I am given to Chaos now. Now I truly live!"


"I murdered thousands for the Emperor and he gave me nothing except his damning silence. Now his lapdogs yap for every life I take, while the gods promise me the galaxy."


"Got any spare Change?"

"I was blind, but now I can see.
I was deaf, but now I can hear.
I was mute, but now I can speak.
And I speak of Tzeench!"

"I have looked into the abyss and my eyes have been changed. All that was hidden is now revealed to me. I have seen all worlds, and the secrets that scheming gods and lesser men would keep from us are now the bread and wine of my heart."

"Yes, we will be changed and we wil march with Him, then all the world will have His colour and His light and His madness."

"We must change, change, and change again, for who could destroy something that which has no true form?"

"Curiosity begets knowledge, knowledge begets curiosity. Only great Tzeentch sates both."

"Is not the only constant in the universe change? some day all this will be dust, and even the stars above us will flicker and grow dim. Your life is but a tiny candle in the darkness, and your death an afterthought shorn of meaning by its insignificance.
Come, little one, and let me show you how your flame can burn bright..."

"Chaos cares not for self-preservation, for reason, or for truth. The essence of chaos is change, and its worshippers beleive that if that change is a violent one, then so much the better."

"Revolutions always come round again. It's in their nature."

"Knowledge is not power. Power is a mere bauble, a distraction. Knowledge is an end unto itself."


"You stand so resolute, you foolish marine. Arrogant with the faith in your Emperor and your body. One is dust, the other empty space. Do you not feel the quantum foam that teems through you?"

"And what are the achievements of your fragile Imperium? It is a corpse rotting slowly from without while maggots writhe in its belly. It was built with the toil of heroes and giants, and now it is inhabited by frightened weaklings to whom the glories of those times are half-forgotten legends. I have forgotten nothing, and my wisdom has expanded far beyond mere mortal frailties. "--Ahriman the black


"They were less than nothing, yet I have rendered them immortal in the true sense of the word. Who here can say they would choose debased and corrupted life over purity in unchanging death? Liars and fools tell us life is always precious but we who have seen the spirit realm know this to be the most deluded falsehood."-- Arhiman the black

"Do not ask which creature screams in the night. Do not question who waits for you in the shadow. It is my cry that wakes you in the night, and my body that crouches in the shadow. I am Tzeentch; and you are the puppet that dances to my tune."

"Your fate is sealed. Therefore let us abandon all restraint! Forsake the corset of normality deliriously! Yield yourself utterly to Change!"

"The minds of gods are not for mortals to know or to judge. Accept that Tzeentch has a place for all of us in his grand scheme, and be happy in the part you have to play."

"With the thirty-seven keys of Tzeentch, we open the way for our brothers. With the thousand whispers of Slaanesh, we call to them. With the twelve plagues of Nurgle, we fell their enemies. And with the mighty axe of Khorne, we cut open the world for them."

"What is Chaos? Suffering, you might say. Oppression. Deceit. But could not all these things be said of your Imperium? You hunt down the talented and the strong-willed. You break them or sacrifice them. You lie to your citizens and wage war on those who dare speak out. The inquisitors you call masters assume guilt and execute millions on a whim. And why? Why do you do this? Because you know Chaos is there but you do not know how to fight it, so you crush your own citizens for fear that they might aid the Enemy. The Imperium suffers because of Chaos. No matter how hard you fight, that will never change. Chaos exists in a state of permanent victory over you - you dance to our tune, mortal one, you butcher and torture and repress one another because the gods of the warp require you to. The Imperium is founded on Chaos. My lord Tzeentch won your war a long, long time ago."

"Created from the raw energy of the Warp, Tzeentch's Realm is one of constant flux and shifting structures hewn spontaneously from every material imaginable. There, the only constant is change. No mortal and few daemons can visit the realm of the Raven God and survive with sanity intact."

By who's standards is genetic engineering an abomination and a perversion of nature? Anybody can claim that about any subject.

Genetic engineering is found everywhere and has proven itself to be a very useful tool. It is not, like what you claim, an unpredictable process. It has logical conclusive results based upon decades of research and experimentation by hundreds of scientists across the globe. Conventional cross-breeding via pollination is more unpredictable than genetic engineering is.

Here is a short list of places where you can find genetic engineering being applied.

Medicine: Genetically engineered bacteria produce medications such as insulin. Genetically modified viruses are being developed to confer immunity to diseases without actually infecting the patient. Because they lack the infectious sequences in their genome, they are therefore incapable of reproducing. Mice are genetically engineered to become animal models for the study of human diseases (such as cancer, diabetes, and heart disease). Gene therapy is the genetic engineering of humans and has been successfully used to treat multiple diseases, including X-linked SCID, chronic lymphocytic leukemia, and Parkinson's disease.

Research: Bacteria are modified with isolated genes for the purpose of discovering how these genes function. These genes are then mutated in very specific ways, such as knocking part or all of a portion of the gene out, adding extra copies of the gene or manipulating it to function more often, and modifying the target gene to produce a protein which glows fluorescent green under specific conditions (making it easier to track how the gene functions and what it does to the host organism).

Industry: Bacteria, yeast, and cells cultured from insects or mammals are used for production of compounds useful for modern civilization. Purposes are wide-spread and include the production of biofuels, cleaning up oil spills, detecting arsenic in drinking water, and the production of chymosin (otherwise known as rennin; an enzyme found in rennet) for making cheese.

Experimental applications: A genetically modified virus was created as a scaffold for assembling an experimental lithium-ion battery.

Agriculture: Genetic engineering has multiple positive applications in agriculture and food, many of which do not require the use of pesticides or patent abuse. Such applications are already being utilized in making plants resistant to disease (Citrus Greening in oranges for example), making plants more capable of withstanding severe drought conditions, and food plants modified for better nutrition.

Yes, there are legitimate concerns about genetic engineering in food products, particularly when it is used to create a plant that bathes in poison as part of it's life cycle. These concerns should be discussed, but too many times people have taken the debate about genetic engineering in the wrong direction; calling for an outright ban. I find that position to be a gross over-reaction that has the potential to harm future benefits for humanity.

In the end what is going on in the laboratory is only a few steps removed from cross-breeding plants to produce a new hybrid organism. It isn't exactly the same, but it is still man-made intervention to create a plant with desired traits.
I'll leave you with this. If you think that genetic modification is the only source of potentially harmful crops, then I would like to point out for your consideration the Lenape potato. It was developed in the 1960's for the snack industry, and when it was sliced and fried up, it made a damn-fine potato chip. However, it was discovered to be toxic to humans due to an over-abundance of solanine, a naturally produced incecticide. How was the Lenape potato created? By good old-fashioned cross-breeding via pollination.

http://boingboing.net/2013/03/25/the-case-of-the-poison-potato.html

Quote: [Often, people frame genetically modified plants as this huge open question — a giant uncertainty, of the sort we’ve never dealt with before. There’s this idea that GM plants are uniquely at risk of producing unexpected side effects, and that we have no way of knowing what those effects would be until average consumers start getting sick [...] But neither of those things is really true. Conventional breeding, the simple act of crossing one existing plant with another, can produce all sorts of unexpected and dangerous results. One of the reasons Lenape potatoes are so infamous, I later found out, is that they played a big role in shaping how the USDA treats and tests new varieties of conventionally bred food plants today.]

"Take heed. For if thou presumeth to flirt with spirits...thou shalt join them."

Mute the video on the left.

Laugh.

Burn in hell for your laughter.

Worth it.

http://youtubedoubler.com/?video1=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3DSS1dO0JC2EE&start1=32&video2=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3DZThquH5t0ow&start2=3&authorName=twerkin+berd

Long story short:

I leaned on a table at work, and it fucked my shit up.

long story long:

I leaned on a table at work, and it fucked my shit up. The legs snapped off and my foot caught on one of the braces, tripping me. When I tried to catch myself by shifting my weight to my other foot, the table came down on my ankle which I had to let pivot and get pinned or it would have broken. Of course, now my foot was caught under a table, the only reasonable course of action is to fall on top of sad table and the ankle underneath. I also essentially elbow-dropped a cement floor.

So I scraped up and bruised my ankle, my ankle is sprained and swelling, my wrist is sprained, my elbow hurts, and I banjaxed my back. Thankfully, it's all soft tissue damage. I'm sore, but nothing is broke, and Worker's Comp should take care of the doctor's visit and I have three kinds of medications to help me get over it.

Until then, I'm kinda stuck.