Well, I thought it'd be obvious.

The Three Jesus Christs of Ypsilanti

http://www.damninteresting.com/three-thrown-over-the-cuckoos-nest/

This is not religious per se. Just thought it was a really interesting read about mental health and delusions.

rationalmind: Brilliant piece by Sam Harris on the Isreal-Gaza conflict.

Quite long but worth reading.

http://www.samharris.org/blog/item/why-dont-i-criticize-israel

I no know why I go night school, see the way the guy dey arrange english like ghana bricklayer

Chrisbenogor:
I no know why I go night school, see the way the guy dey arrange english like ghana bricklayer

Lol, I tell you brother. You go dey read, belle go dey sweet you.

Some on this section also write excellently. The likes of plaetton, davidylan, ob1kenobi, Deep sight, PastorAIO, wiegraf(even though you have to read his posts repeatedly to get the point he's passing across ).e
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rationalmind:

Lol, I tell you brother. You go dey read, belle go dey sweet you.

Some on this section also write excellently. The likes of plaetton, davidylan, ob1kenobi, Deep sight, PastorAIO, wiegraf(even though you have to read his posts repeatedly to get the point he's passing across ).e
.t.c

Sometimes when dem write ehn I go dey use vex look for uncle suwe and all the yeye engrish he tish us for night school.

rationalmind:

Lol, I tell you brother. You go dey read, belle go dey sweet you.

Some on this section also write excellently. The likes of plaetton, davidylan, ob1kenobi, Deep sight, PastorAIO, wiegraf(even though you have to read his posts repeatedly to get the point he's passing across ).e
.t.c

What about me?

Fawk you

TheBigUrban2:


What about me?

Fawk you

Lol, that was why I put e.t.c

Note I didn't even include tex. Those were the ones I remembered while I was writing it.

rationalmind:

Lol, that was why I put e.t.c

Note I didn't even include tex. Those were the ones I remembered while I was writing it.

I used to be logicboy the magnificient

rationalmind: Brilliant piece by Sam Harris on the Isreal-Gaza conflict.
Quite long but worth reading.
http://www.samharris.org/blog/item/why-dont-i-criticize-israel

One can disagree with him, and the default is for most to disagree with him on some issue or the other (for instance I do on morality for starters), but one can never claim he does not make (sometimes ridiculously) good points.

He should allow comments on his blog. That would be very juicy

Bleep the trolls. His friend Jerry Coyne manages to survive with them, as well as address the critics with more honest intentions. Very few trolls even make it there anyways as most of what is written there is beyond them. Then again, he's not as famous or controversial as Harris

Chrisbenogor:
I no know why I go night school, see the way the guy dey arrange english like ghana bricklayer

I have no idea what this means...

KiKatanga:

I have no idea what this means...

Its the pidgin english way of saying he is a good writer.

Chrisbenogor:
Its the pidgin english way of saying he is a good writer.

Ah, I get it!

wiegraf:

One can disagree with him, and the default is for most to disagree with him on some issue or the other (for instance I do on morality for starters), but one can never claim he does not make (sometimes ridiculously) good points.

He should allow comments on his blog. That would be very juicy

Bleep the trolls. His friend Jerry Coyne manages to survive with them, as well as address the critics with more honest intentions. Very few trolls even make it there anyways as most of what is written there is beyond them. Then again, he's not as famous or controversial as Harris

In addition, I find him quite humorous. Watch his debates and you can't just prevent those occasional smiles.

Never came across that site by coyne on evolution, trust some very good articles must be there. Will check it out.

As for the bolded . Guess evolution trols like olaadegbu aren't familiar with the site for they don't need to grasp what's been said before trolling

rationalmind:
As for the bolded . Guess evolution trols like olaadegbu aren't familiar with the site for they don't need to grasp what's been said before trolling

Good point. In which case an alternative explanation would be they do not realize they are supposed to troll there. ie, even including the ones that have actually been to the site. He gets more famous, like say Harris, then it might become tiresome due to their sheer numbers and the laws of probabilities.

Dawkins does enjoy his [url=https://www.google.com.ng/url?sa=t&rct=j&q=&esrc=s&source=web&cd=1&ved=0CB0QtwIwAA&url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.ng%2Fwatch%3Fv%3D-ZuowNcuGsc&ei=nQPbU9vNCOOx0QXp34DIAQ&usg=AFQjCNHJDpQ5utJ619fBOpjuaGOAnokO3g&sig2=y6wh-07LsTPS2U6-0sogUQ]hate mail[/url] though. There even used to be a page on his site dedicated to these, just as pastafarians keep one, but I can't seem to find it anymore.

On another note, imo olaa is not stoopid. His is the sort that provokes disgust in me the most probably. The educated one that is still bat $hit insane, shouting LALALALALALALA regardless of the damage, usually for the most selfish reasons imaginable. Sure we all have our selfish reasons, but these dudes.....

And he's very likely irredeemable, plus even his fellow xtians consider him a nut, so I've never really bothered with him. Doesn't seem capable of causing too much trouble. The persona is too bufoonish, it's like one worrying about Homer Simpson

Hi people. My word for today: THE TRUTH IS ALWAYS LOST ON LIARS, TRUTH ELUDES PROUD MEN.


Write it down. Don't let the wisdom be lost on you.

Joshthefirst: Hi people. My word for today: THE TRUTH IS ALWAYS LOST ON LIARS, TRUTH ELUDES PROUD MEN.


Write it down. Don't let the wisdom be lost on you.

Lol, welcome back brah. Long time.

Kei maka gi

Joshthefirst: Hi people. My word for today: THE TRUTH IS ALWAYS LOST ON LIARS, TRUTH ELUDES PROUD MEN.
Write it down. Don't let the wisdom be lost on you.

Joshthefirst: Hi people. My word for today: THE TRUTH IS ALWAYS LOST ON LIARS, TRUTH ELUDES PROUD MEN.
Write it down. Don't let the wisdom be lost on you.

Lies are preferred by the weak, fear haunts the feeble.

Would you look at this. Despite all the sattelites we have etc. Let's not even get into oceans, last I recall we've only explored maybe 10% of it (don't take my word for it though, can't remember exactly)

http://www.theguardian.com/world/video/2014/aug/01/amazon-tribe-first-contact-video

Sad that this people will never make it to heaven, as they've never encountered our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ

Filthy, dirty, naked, sinful... *spits at them*

They deserve to end up in hell

wiegraf: Would you look at this. Despite all the sattelites we have etc. Let's not even get into oceans, last I recall we've only explored maybe 10% of it (don't take my word for it though, can't remember exactly)

http://www.theguardian.com/world/video/2014/aug/01/amazon-tribe-first-contact-video

Sad that this people will never make it to heaven, as they've never encountered our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ

Filthy, dirty, naked, sinful... *spits at them*

They deserve to end up in hell

People go to hell for doing wrong. Not for 'not encountering Jesus'

Those people have never heard the gospel of Christ. So they will be judged differently by God.

You otoh have heard and resisted the truth of good news pitifully like an evil man. Pointing at different scenarios to justify your wickedness and disregard for the truth. You will receive greater punishment.


And people go to hell for doing wrong. Not for 'not encountering Jesus'

timmy2409: The Three Jesus Christs of Ypsilanti

http://www.damninteresting.com/three-thrown-over-the-cuckoos-nest/

This is not religious per se. Just thought it was a really interesting read about mental health and delusions.

DI has returned? I thought they folded. Have your read about the (in)famous John Frum? Recommended to anyone who hasn't.

The bananapocalypse is also mildly apropos, considering a(n) (in)famous pastor, and one of olaa's heroes, once used bananas as an example of evidence for intelligent design.

Random; speaking of Ypsilanti, this song is arguably my favorite of all time. It's like wow...how beautiful... Then I realized he was talking about Jesus.....

bleeping troll

Still listen to it almost daily though, I just ignore the silly jesus bits and concentrate on the overall message of selflessness, love etc..

Several years ago, Ebola virus erupted in Africa, killing thousands without restrain or cure. The medical world was perplexed. A great man of God by the name John G Lake came to the rescue. Laying hands on infected people who were not to be touched. The slightest contact with any secretion from an infected person is all it takes for transmission. But with bare hands, cleaning secretion and curing every victim, John G Lake along with his Holy Ghost filled team, brought to an abrupt end the spread of the deadly virus. When asked by the medical world how he did it. He had this to say: I have the life of God in me, every virus that comes in contact with me dies. He asked them to get an innoculum from an infected person, observe same under a microscope to ascertain viral activities in it. They did and confirmed living and multiplying virus. He then asked them to put the innoculum on his palm and observe under the microscope. This time there were no more activities. ALL WERE DEAD upon contact with him. What a life! Every child of God has this life! He that has the Son has this life! That higher life that put out Ebola in the days of John G Lake will do the same through you in your day! At the Name of Jesus, Ebola will bow out! Stop the fear! Let this message of hope and faith go viral and the Ebola viral spread will stop! Don't disdain the ever living words of Jesus: And these signs shall follow them that believe, in my Name, they shall cast out devils, they shall speak with new tongues, they shall take up serpents, and if they drink any deadly thing (Ebola virus included) it shall not hurt them, they shall lay hand on the sick (those already infected) and they shall recover - Mark 16:15-18.
John G Lake and team are long gone! But I am here, you are here! We can save our world!
We have the life of God in us!
Spread the faith!
Stop the fear!
Spread the life!
Stop the death!
Yes you can!
The world belongs to you!
Cause you belong to Jesus!
Halleluyah!!!

wiegraf:

DI has returned? I thought they folded. Have your read about the (in)famous John Frum? Recommended to anyone who hasn't.

The bananapocalypse is also mildly apropos, considering a(n) (in)famous pastor, and one of olaa's heroes, once used bananas as an example of evidence for intelligent design.

Random; speaking of Ypsilanti, this song is arguably my favorite of all time. It's like wow...how beautiful... Then I realized he was talking about Jesus.....

bleeping troll

Still listen to it almost daily though, I just ignore the silly jesus bits and concentrate on the overall message of selflessness, love etc..

I'm not sure whether or not DI ever folded up. I only recently found them, and I've damn near spent entire days reading their articles. Too many good ones to go through! This is one of the more interesting ones I read recently. I can see this technology experiencing widespread used in the future. If you can get happiness at the push of a button, then why the f**k not?

I did read about the John Frum cargo cults already in the The God Delusion. It's a funny but sad reality about human nature and how superstitions, and essentially religions are propagated. Leave that sh*t to stew for another century and see poor peeps yelling on the future talk spaces (or whatever they have) about how John Frum has promised an eternal life of cargo for his followers in the afterlife.

That song is indeed beautiful, but how is it related to Ypsilanti? I listened, but got lost in the melody every time LOL, so much so I actually never heard her say anything about Jesus.

Oh well

timmy2409:
I'm not sure whether or not DI ever folded up. I only recently found them, and I've damn near spent entire days reading their articles. Too many good ones to go through! This is one of the more interesting ones I read recently. I can see this technology experiencing widespread used in the future. If you can get happiness at the push of a button, then why the f**k not?

I'd f.ucking fund it now!!

They will work around drilling into your skull, me hopes.

Regardless, stuff like drilling into your skull or altering genes before you're even born (and after) will eventually become normal for a variety of reasons. Inevitably. Even ideas far out for other reasons, eg moneyless societies, will come to pass. Provided we don't blow ourselves up first, ie

I'm sure most people thank themselves for being born in such and such era (I mean, we have the internets! and no slaves!!), but future generations would look back and wonder how did we live like this? Without replicators (a la 3d modelers) in every house and slow 500mb HDDs?? 20, 30 years ago techies were making statements like "No one will need more than 637 kB of memory for a personal computer" (apparently it wasn't Gates)

Ah, yes, DI. Still not sure if they've gone under. They published a book amongst other things in order to raise funds (they actually do research their stuff more or else professionally). So still not sure if they're fully operational. ie; publishing newer articles.

timmy2409:
I did read about the John Frum cargo cults already in the The God Delusion. It's a funny but sad reality about human nature and how superstitions, and essentially religions are propagated. Leave that sh*t to stew for another century and see poor peeps yelling on the future talk spaces (or whatever they have) about how John Frum has promised an eternal life of cargo for his followers in the afterlife.

I forgot about that. And his version's even funnier....

timmy2409:
That song is indeed beautiful, but how is it related to Ypsilanti? I listened, but got lost in the melody every time LOL, so much so I actually never heard her say anything about Jesus.
Oh well

I thought I quoted a version with the song's full title, my mistake. It's called "For the Widows in Paradise, For the Fatherless in Ypsilanti" (he's also got songs titled "Come On! Feel The Illinoise!: Part I: The World's Columbian Exposition/Part II: Carl Sandburg Visits Me In A Dream". Think he likes titles dramatic). And after about a year of listening to it, the internets pointed out to me, again, how dense I am. Lyrics;

sufjan:
I have called you children
I have called you son
What is there to answer
If I'm the only one
Morning comes in Paradise
Morning comes in light
Still I must obey
Still I must invite

If there's anything to say
If there's anything to do
I there's any other way
I'd do anything for you

I was dressed in embarassment
I was dressed in white
If you had a part of me
Will you take your time
Even if I come back
Even if I die
Is there some idea
To replace my life

Like a father to impress
Like a mother's mourning dress
If we ever make a mess
I'll do anything for you

I have called you preacher
I have called you son
If you have a father
Or if you haven't one
I'll do anything for you
I'll do anything for you
I'll do anything for you
I'll do anything for you
I'll do anything for you

I did everything for you
I did everything for you
I did everything for you
I did everything for you
I did everything for you
I did everything for you
I did everything for you
I did everything for you
I did everything for you
I did everything for you
I did everything for you
I did everything for you
I did everything for you
I did everything for you

So yeah, (rather obviously to anyone less dense than I am that spent that much time with it) he's singing about his Lord and Savior (somehow mortal, afraid of death, yet god), sacrificing himself to save you from himself. He likes to claim otherwise though, and it can be interpreted differently, but considering his history, laced with allusions to his faith, really..

To his credit, he thinks Jusus would save you even if you 'don't have a father', ie don't believe in yahweblahlblahlbla or any god, unlike many of our esteemed NL xtian thinkers

pls, has anyone here heard of Ali kwara?

Hmm, what of Anini?

wiegraf: Hmm, what of Anini?

Lawrence?

I was having a 'discussion' about variety of stuff, including with how Koro works with some dude. A grown a$$ 30+ year old, married man with 2 kids (whose wife, btw, is in SS1 or so. No they aren't twins. Yes she's at the very most 16 now. Both incredibly proud of their 'achievements'. And he does indeed treat her like furniture, in a sense. Eg, actively seeking my help in his quest for wife no 2, pondering if he'll let her go to uni or no, etc etc. That's the north for you)

Anyways, after getting him to admit that what he saw was a shrunken pipi, and not something that had completely disappeared, I also went on to point out that inevitably, and this has always been the case, the pipi would return to it's normal size within a day or two, regardless of what anyone does. His response? By then the jazz men would have finished with the it, and thus would be returning damaged goods....

Ah, sorry, anyways, so we got to talking about jazz etc, and he mentions this Ali Kwara and his remarkable feats. I wish recorded it. However he claimed that Anini trumps Kwara. Hard to imagine, considering he made claims like Kwara was capable of transforming into objects such as video game controllers. Therefore, I now seek a suitable wordsmith to beguile me with tales of Anini's even more infamous, legendary exploits and abilities.

Shina Rambo's wiki looks more interesting though

wiki:

Shina Rambo (born c. 1963) is a former bandit who terrorised South-West Nigeria in the 1990s. After serving jail-time for his crimes, he was converted by an evangelist and became a Christian evangelical pastor.Shina Rambo now Mathew Oluwanifemi was a name that sent shivers down the spine of people who lived in the South West of Nigeria and even outside Nigeria, like Benin Republic and neighborhood, in the 1990’s.

He was a hardened criminal, a terror and killer, one whom men of the security agencies will never forget in a haste!

A man mountain, towering about 6 ft 5inch, well built, dark skinned and sweltering eyes, he carried out his operations, like a movie, in the broad day light, with sophisticated weapons, and bullet belts and explosives strapped roundabout him.

He specialized in robbing exotic cars on highways and banks. Nothing could stop him, not even security operatives, he was totally invincible. He was Shina Rambo!He was born in the year 1958 to a military man who was a bad egg in the service. His father was from Abeokuta in Ogun state, but his mother was a native of Sabongida–Ora in Edo state.

His father had over 18 wives, as was the norm for soldiers to impregnate virtually every woman they met where they were posted to.His father used his military influence to rob innocent citizens, and always brought huge amount of money home.

This used to entice little Shina. He recalls, “I remembered when I was about 7 years old, my father came home with a lot of money, foreign currencies, with blood on it, and they were using something like a woman’s scarf to wipe it, then I asked him, is this an animal’s blood, or human blood? But he wouldn’t answer me, they were just drinking, smoking, and merry making.

”Shina was already indoctrinated into the underworld by his father at a tender age of 7 without him knowing it, as he would sit in front of his son, to dismantle and assemble all sorts of weapons and then polishing them in preparation for an operation. This went on for so long till one day, little Shina, entered into his father’s room while he had stepped into the toilet, and saw a dismembered gun on the floor.

He sat down in front of it, and bit by bit, he had assembled it effortlessly in no time at all. His father came out of the toilet, and saw his son, with a loaded gun in his hands. Shina flashed back and said, “That day my father was so disappointed, that he wanted to kill me, he grabbed the gun from my hand and shot straight at me, but I miraculously escaped out of the room.Then he waited for me to be less alert at night he came to my room with a machete and tried to behead me, but once again, I escaped, but the machete caught my left leg. (rolled up his trouser to show us the large scar, that made everyone sighed in pity).

It cut me so deep I thought I was never going to walk again. That day I knew I had graduated, all that was left was to pull the trigger, and I was so eager. Shina Rambo became so notorious in no time, and was hell bent on succeeding in his career as an armed robber, that he went through any length to secure spiritual powers for fortification.

To the extent of pounding over 27 live new born babies in the mortar with a pestle, cutting off about 100 human tongues and cooking them to eat, visiting the spiritual river called river of life in Ogoja, Cross Rivers State, living in an Iroko tree for days, and sleéping in the cemetery.

He was given a spiritual wife who always followed him for any operation, she dressed like an Alhaja, people thought she was human, but she was a spirit, that was why they never saw her face.

He said she was his personal driver, that she could drive from Nigeria to Cotonou, in the speed of light.

Hear him. ”I was involved in so many rituals, that I can’t start naming them now, I was so powerful, I went underground, inside trees that looked like a city, a lot of beautiful houses inside the tree, I had my own too, I went into a river called River of life in Ogoja, where a lot of politicians and wealthy men used to come, I had several personalities, I could change my form whenever I wanted to, that’s why the police were busy killing innocent people, and thought they were killing Shina Rambo.

The 9 herbalists that gave me that power, I became stronger than them, one day I went to their shrines, and killed all of them, so that they don’t reveal my secrets. I had too many powers; my spiritual wife could drive any car in this world or out of it, no police vehicle, or anyone for that matter, could ever chase and catch me during an operation.

She was out of this world, and when she had completed her operation, they took her away from me. I could give anything to get powers, and the elders knew, so they also gave me anything I wanted.I once beheaded hundred men, and gave them the heads fresh, they were so happy with me that they made me invincible.

No matter the kind of bullet you shot at me, it was just like pure water on my body. I could give anything to get power, but of all the things I did to get power, the one that still breaks my heart the most, is sléeping with my mother. My father is dead now, but my mother is still alive, and she lives with me she is 85 years old, whenever I set my eyes on her, I just start crying.

I can`t bear it. Shina Rambo was a raging terror, he was infallibly dangerous, the police dreaded him, both in Nigeria, and Benin Republic, his place of interest for business.

He would go to police stations, in broad daylight and kill every policeman there, drive to check points and open fire on every policeman on duty, he didn’t like the police at all, and was never afraid of them, he operated in broad day light armed to the teeth looking like Johny Rambo, in the popular Sylvester Stalone movie, “First Blood”.

He once robbed 40 exotic cars in one day and drove all of them in a convoy, from Lagos to Cotonou, unstopped. He was powerful; he was wealthy, and impenetrable. He was a tin god, apparently belched from the very arroyo hell, we all dreaded him. He had a wife and three children, but he lost all of them in one day during a bloody police raid whilst he was away on operation.

His wife was his stabilizing factor his life changed afterwards. He says “my wife was everything to me,

I was forbidden by the elders to sléep with any other woman apart from her, I could gather about 50 women around me in a hotel, and they will just be playing with me, we would smoke, drink, and sniff cocaine, I will give them money but I will never sleép with them. I will go back home to my wife and sleép with her. That was why the police never caught me. She knew my job, she knew what I was, I never left them alone at night, I operated in the day time and go back home to my family at night.

I had everything, I was very wealthy, I once spent 50 million naira in a day. I did it a lot, there was one day that we were coming from an operation and it seemed as if my powers were going to fail me, the police and the army were almost closing in on us, so we had to drive into a crowd and threw millions of naira in the air, there was commotion, everybody was busy picking naira notes even the police, until we escaped.

I was too rich, but anything the devil gives you never lasts, he will collect more from you, it’s only the devil that will give you Fila, (cap) and ask for Iro and Buba.(wrapper and top). I lost everything, all the money, my family; I was so powerful the police couldn’t catch me but I lost it all.I had to surrender myself to the police, and I was arrested and jailed for 11 years.

When I was serving my jail term in Agodi prisons, Ibadan, Prophet T.O Obadare came visiting, and having been encouraged several times by the Christian brothers and sisters in the prison to give my life to Christ, he prayed for me and converted me, and changed my name to Oluwanifemi, and it was so miraculous, the next day I woke up and started speaking in tongues. It was during the time of President Olusegun Obasanjo, that we were granted freedom.

At this point, I was glued to my seat, the revival where Shina Rambo gave this exclusive confession was on an open ground revival in the ancient city of Ibadan, right in front of me, on stage, was Evangelist Mathew Oluwanifemi, the once feared Shina Rambo, clad in a loose fitting shirt, black pants and a pair of leather sandals with a black Holy Bible in his hands, gigantic dark skinned and bald headed, still had those fiery looks, and stealth movement.

I was more transfixed than focused, God is indeed awesome, he picked the offering basket raised it to the congregation prayed and asked who had anything to give to God, at first I was reluctant, my mind was occupied and out of an innate compulsion, sheer curiosity I stood up, dipped my hand in my pocket walked towards him briskly and calculatedly brought out my offering, dropped it into the basket, and looked deep into his eyes, I had too many things to ask him, there were too many questions unanswered.

He looked back at me, and spoke in Yoruba, saying God bless you my brother; we know your type when we see them.The congregation broke into a mild giggle, as all eyes were on me as I went back to my seat, with a lot of things on my mind, and the red light on my midget still blinking, in the breast pocket of my jacket… [1]

This will be tough to beat. These people seem to be nearly on par with chuck norris. Any more tales about legendary Nigerian armed robbers are welcome. Anyone?

where are the pagas, wicca, etc?

moneyandpower: where are the pagas, wicca, etc?

Are you any of these?

TheBigUrban2:


I used to be logicboy the magnificient

oh na you?

But logicboy too was good with words. Maybe they ain't feeling you yet

mployer:

oh na you?

But logicboy too was good with words. Maybe they ain't feeling you yet

They hating me now.....

TheBigUrban2:


They hating me now.....

What happened to the logicboy moniker?