Illness of the stomach

This forum site makes me sick. It is physically distressing to be here for more than roughly 8-10 seconds. I find my stomach contorting with too much acid or bile or perhaps muscle spasms, for I’ve grown no longer able to feel any sense of outrage at the sheer unimaginable and unapologetic whoredom of idiocy that ILP represents. One does not look with pity or hatred upon a dung heap. But one does turn away instinctively from a dung heap out of disgust that is felt somewhere down in the bowels, if one makes the error of lingering too long nearby the rotted feces.

Stop being a fucking retard.

Take an anti- acid tablet or make yourself vomit.

Have you considered growing a pair? That might help.

I am the only one around here who has any.

Ovaries?

I certainly hope not.

Seems like he’s on his period. It may be ovaries.

But he’s a he right, how is that even possible?

Science.

Man you must be midnight toking right now. :-"

Nah.

It’s like 1:45am.

Whatever time it was or is now I’m still going with under the influence of something as I can’t imagine how anybody could write some of the things you did without being under such. I’m going to go with it as a gut feeling.

Never trust your gut man. That’s a sucker’s game.

???

pioneerthinking.com/remedies-for-stomach-pain

psychologytoday.com/blog/ev … resist-why

Hope it helps. :evilfun:

What’s so complicated about that? There are people who make calculated decisions based on observable data, and there are people who go with their gut. Age old debate. Should passion be the slave or reason? Or vice versa? I’m on the passion being the slave of reason side of it. I think it’s better to think and understand first and then passionately pursue the goal than it is to feel something passionately and then try to reason your way to making it the case.

Does that make sense?

It’s like that Plato or Aristotle bit about the chariot and the horses and all that shit.

This one.

en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chariot_Allegory