The human value

Philosophy Forums Society, Government, and Economics
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I’ve been wanting to post this point for some time now. the point is crying out for release, today we have a new woman at work and I want to share what i believe to be the foundation of life with you all. may our Lord Jesus Christ have mercy on us, may the Holy Spirit lead us ever closer to the Glory of our Lord and may in the Truth of the Gospel, our souls be saved. In the name of the father, and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, may the Holy Spirit be upon me. Amen.

PoR gently kisses his rosary. He bend his knees for the sins of the world, and prays for our sins so that we may be forgiven and be lead to everlasting life.

The value of a man lies in his perceived value. So a man is worth differently according to the valuer. A man maybe despised by me, but glorified by his daughter. but nevertheless, there are common standards in society, the bond of which hold us together as homogenous beings united in thought, actions and in race.

So a girl ought in her youth find a good man to look after her in old age. What can a person offer ought be the main question of existence. A girl can offer her beauty. but an old woman can not, for youth has left her, and along with it beauty.

what ought one speak of a woman with the burden of age, comes with ugliness, bad smell, fat, slow brained. what value does she have? often she forgets she has though qualities and imagines her to be her former youth which she is not. so frustration and anger sets in. a woman in that situation nothing can be of any value, so she goes into a convent, thinking God in his Highest will love her, which is wishful thinking. Maybe she loves Jesus, but can Jesus possibly love her?

I am turning 22 in two weeks, 31 January. and in eight years, I will be 30. time flies, my youth is leaving me behind. I have though in my youth wrote a book. so my time is not entirely wasted. I can feel the approaching age, but many do not. We ought all take a time for self-reflection and examin the value of life, namely what can we offer to others.

In the name of our Lord, I bless those whom I deem worthy to be blessed. Let death be no more. Through my race my biological identity will be continued and in my book, my intellect will live forever and ever. Forever speaking to those willing to read. So ask, and you shall receive.

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I gotta read it.

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and I forgot to mention sour arm-pits.

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Holy shit! You had me laughing so hard it took a few minutes to compose myself enough to type! BRAVO, PoR! =D>

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The P(o)rodigal Son.

Jesus continued: "There was a man who had two sons. This man was a forward thinking hippy type, and employed a mixture of Phillistines, Assyrians, Corinthines as well as good old fashioned Jews. It was one big mud-blood love fest down on the communal farm I can tell you. One day the younger son, who was PoR, said to his father, ‘Father, you God-Forsaken racial homogenizer give me my share of the estate.’ So the man divided his property between them.

"Not long after that, the younger son got together all he had, set off for a distant country where all the people were white and blonde and had superior intellects and snooty attitudes to inter-racial hybridization and there squandered his wealth in wild binge of skin-lightening creams and smart drugs. After he had spent everything, there was a severe famine in that whole country, and he began to be in need. So he went and hired himself out to a citizen of that country, who sent him to his fields to feed pigs because PoR, despite his efforts to emulate the superior race, was still the mongrel-bumpkin he ever was. He longed to fill his stomach with the pods that the pigs were eating, but no one gave him anything, not even the pigs, who were awful speciesists.

"When he came to his senses, he said, ‘How many of my father’s hired bastards have food to spare, and here I am starving to death! I will set out and go back to my father and say to him: Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you. I am no longer worthy to be called your son; please study this informative leaflet I have brought back from my travels.’ So he got up and went to his father.

  "But while he was still a long way off, his father saw him and was filled with compassion for him; he ran to his son, threw his arms around him and kissed him. Which made PoR, who was also somewhat homophobic, intensely uncomfortable.

"The son said to him, ‘Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you. I am no longer worthy to be called your son.’ Quickly pressing a leaflet into his father’s hand.

"But the father said to his servants, ‘Quick! Bring the best robe and put it on him. You know - that one with the Hittite cross that got reversed in the wash. Put an SS ring on his finger and jackboots on his feet. Bring the fattened half-caste and kill it. Let’s have a feast and celebrate. For this son of mine was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found.’ So they began to celebrate.

"Meanwhile, the older son was in the field. When he came near the house, he heard music and dancing. So he called one of the servants and asked him what was going on. ‘Your brother has come,’ he replied, ‘and your father has killed the fattened half-caste because he has him back safe and sound.’

"The older brother became angry and refused to go in. So his father went out and pleaded with him. But he answered his father, ‘Look! All these years I’ve been slaving for you and never disobeyed your orders. Yet you never gave me even a young goat so I could celebrate with my friends. But when this son of yours who has squandered your property with white supremicists comes home, you kill the fattened half-caste for him!’

“‘My son,’ said the father, who had been somewhat turned about by the rigorous campaign of eugenics leafletting that PoR had perpetrated upon his return, 'My son you are always with me, and everything I have is yours. But I cannot tolerate your race-traitorism any longer” And had him shot.

"Within a short time, the lost son had the farm cleansed of all racially indistinct types, and had invented an underground heating system fuelled almost extensively by corpses. He sat at the right hand of his father and found what he had done most pleasing to his eye.

“One day the Lord appeared unto PoR in the form of a burning cross, and said, ‘You Nazi shitbag.’ And smote him most mightily in his wrath.”

And Jesus did fold his hands upon his lap.

Peter turned to Luke and whispered: “Dunno about you mate, but I liked the one about the lost sheep better.”

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Very good, Tab

:D/

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Tabula Rasa

I must say, this is complete blasphamy, against God the Father, and against me, the Less Sinful.

Listen and hear the words of the Holy Spirit which I will now invoke to speak through me.

PoR put himself under the sign of the Cross and after a short prayer continued,

The Parable of the Turkimaritan

When Jesus was asked by the Scribes who is your neighbour, Jesus replied: “There was an Aryan man of English descend who travelled to a distant land to work as a biology scientist because he can not find a job at home”

“The man settled in this strange land and prospered, one day he was on his road to Damascus to see his foreign wife which Ezra under the power of the Holy Spirit specifically forbid intermarrying.”

“As the man did not travel with traveller’s cheque, he carried with him 1,000 Dinarius, robbers came and robbed him, bashed him and left him for dead.”

“He asked, ‘why do you rob me?’ The robber said 'because you are a foreigner stealing our money with your bogus psuedo-biology. Our Sire wanted you to prove race exist because we are under constant attack by the Samaritans, but you said race did not exist and thus denied a foundation upon which racial unity can be built. our people, whom you claim do not exist for race does not exist. thus by denying the existence of a race you are denying a race its existence. We samaritans have died for we can find no racial unity. We have no racial unity, and so by race we have perished.”

“The Turkimaritan said ‘forgive me.’ The robber spat on him and robbed his cloth”

“The in the distance, came his son which he had with his foreign wife. but when he neared, the Turkimaritan saw the twisted expression on his son’s face.”

“‘Help me, my son’, the Turkimaritan pleaded. ‘No I will not, look what you have done to me, the people on my mother’s side reject me, and the people on your side reject me, who am I?’ He cried ‘I must force others to abandon their racial instinct because by it I am forbidden to join them. I must pretend for the rest of my life as a raceless bastard that to preach race does not exist so others might accept me.’ he groaned.'you have made me into a frankenstein, oh you cruel biologist, am I one of your wierd experiments. oh who am I”

The son hit the father and wailing, he tore his cloth and fled upon the hill to live among the wild beast.

“Finally, a English calvary Captain wearing the Iron Cross 1st class, came upon the man, and pronounced 'My good man, come upon my horse, I will take you home, I help you because you are my brother and you can continue our race to which we owe our present existence. The race is with us from birth to death, while all others wither and die. It is who we are for it is our eternal unchangable identity which proceeds from our forefathers, passed on to their sons. In the race, we will be resurrected, just as our ancestors live on through the race.”

“The Turkimaritan was burnt with shame and claimed, I am a traitor, I am no longer English, I have bought irreparable shame upon my people whom I betrayed. For me, the racial existence of my people upon whose existence it depends on have I defiled.”

“The English Captain came down from his horse and lifted up the Turkimaritan and said 'I am PoR whom you hated, I have won this Iron Cross at ILP for my relentless struggle against the poisioner of our races. I pray daily that God may forgive you. Come upon my horse, and we shall ride home as brothers united in the love of our OWN people. You are my brother who was lost, and now is found.”

And together they rode back to England under the glory of the Iron Cross.

'Jesus said: ‘thou art lost, and thou art found, who art thou neighbour but thou self’ meaning, as PoR explain, your neighbour is your racially equivalent individual.

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I’m sorry, but I couldn’t get Rolf Harris out of my head after this, which is a shame because I’m sure it was an excellent post :smiley:

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Jesus heals the (social) leper.

While Jesus was in one of the cities a man full of social leprosy came to him, and when he saw Jesus he cried out to him and knelt down in front of him and fell on his face and worshipped him, and begged Jesus:

‘Lord, if you are willing, you can make me socially acceptable.’

Jesus was moved with compassion and stretched out his hand and touched him.

Nothing happened. Jesus in his divine puzzlement did stare upon his hand and say:

“Well bloody hell - that’s never happened before…”

Once more the living God did stretch out his fingers to brush the man’s face.

He waited expectantly, his benign brow slowly creasing.

“Damn damn damn. Okay, this one’s going to take a little more mojo.”

Drawing back a saintly limb, he booted the prostrate leper, with divine accuracy, right in the arse.

Suddenly the sun broke out from behind the clouds and blazed down upon the wretch, cleansing him of social ineptitude. Such was the sacred power of the light that its healing rays burnt the man’s skin as black as burnished ebony.

Immediately, the leprosy was gone. Then Jesus sent him away, strictly instructing him not to say anything about what had happened, but to go to the priest and offer a sacrifice for cleansing, according to the law of Moses.

“Hang on a minute Lord” said the man, “you’ve turned me as black as a Malcolm X’s Granny…!”

“But me no butts and fiddle me no faddle, I yam what I yam and I can’t takes no more.” Sayeth the Lord.

The man left Jesus and began to tell everyone what had happened to him and to spread the news of his deliverance from social leprosy.

By and large the crowd told him to ‘fuck right off sambo this is a decent neighborhood innit.’

Clothing tattered and torn, the had been social-leper finally dragged himself back to the lair of his white-supremicist chums.

Who promptly lynched his nigger ass.

In passing did Jesus pause beside the swinging form and was heard to mutter:

“As you sow so shall you reap.”

[size=75]Luke’s Letter to the Guardian, 22:13[/size]

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The parable of the sower

“And when much people were gathered together, and were come to him out of every city, he spake by a parable: a sower went out to sow his seed: and as he sowed, some fell in the womb of animals; and it was trodden down, and the fowls of the air devoured it. And some fell upon foreign women; and as soon as it was sprung up, it withered away, because it lacked racial instincts. And some fell among men; and the thorns sprang up with it, and choked it. And other fell on racially sound ground, and sprang up, and bare fruit an hundredfold. And when he had said these things, he cried, He that hath ears to hear, let him hear.”

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PoR and the Whale.

PoR lived in the country of Aryan more than 700 years before the birth of tolerence. Aryan’s greatest enemy at that time was the country of Mongrelia, a major city of which was Mixitup. The ruins of Mongrelia now can be seen in the country of Iraq.

One day PoR was praying when the word of the Lord came, “Go to Mixitup and praise them for their great tolerence of creed and colour.”

PoR did not wish to go to Mixitup to preach to them. He did not wish for the Mixitupians to be saved because these people were filthy blood-traitors, who delighted in dipping their holy white wicks in the multicoloured waxes of sin. PoR rather wished that Mixitup would be destroyed. Because PoR did not wish to go to Mixitup he bought a ticket on a ship going to Spain the people of which were at least kinda whitish, across the Mediterranean Sea.

During their sail to Spain, which was called Tarshish at that time, a great storm arose on the Sea. Giant waves crashed over the boat which pitched and tossed in the violent hurricane. The sailors were terrified and began to fast, pray and offer gifts to their gods trying to get the storm to abate. Instead the great storm grew worse. There was loud thunder and lightening and the dark waves swept over the ship which seemed to be about to sink. Finally PoR spoke to the sailors, “I am the reason for this storm. My White Anthropomorph God is angry with me for disobeying His command. If you throw me overboard you and your ship will be saved.”

The sailors were quite happy to throw PoR overboard,because frankly they were tired of his incessant leaflets and drool-spraying diatribe, so they picked up PoR and tossed him into the raging sea. God had prepared a great fish which was waiting for PoR. As soon as PoR splashed into the water the fish opened its mouth and swallowed PoR whole. Jonah found himself in the dark, slimey and stinking stomach of the fish. There was seaweed and small fish inside the pitch black stomach and Jonah found the seaweed wrapped around his neck. Jonah began to pray ernestly for God to save him. How sorry he was that he had refused to go to Mixitup to preach as God had let him know that He wished him to do.

“Oh, God, please deliver me from the stomach of this great fish,” PoR prayed. If you will get me out of here alive I’ll go immediately to Mixitup to preach to them about the coming beneifcence of God." For three days and nights Jonah begged and pleaded with God to save him. On the third night the fish, finally made violently ill by PoR’s unending hypocracy, swam near to the seashore where it vomited him onto the beach.

PoR was so thrilled to have been spared from certain death that he quickly changed into clean clothes and started on the journey to Mixitup. So thrilled in fact he decided once more to contravene the word of the Lord his God, and rather than praise the citizens for their tolerence toward racial mixing, damn them all to hell. Reaching the walls of that giant city he began preaching as he walked through its streets, “In forty days God will destroy this city because of your great sins.”

God, busy as he was with the whole Samson/Delilah cock up, and temporarily a little lacking in the omniscience department, failed to notice.

The king became disturbed at the message that PoR preached. He called his people together and commanded them to put off their gay and gender-blurring clothes, and give up their sleek-limbed, lithe and ebony Nubian mistresses. All of the people of the city cried and prayed and asked God to forgive them for their sins. Smiling secretly PoR slunk up to the King and whispered in his ear for some time.

Taking PoR’s poisonous advice he stepped out upon his balcony and delivered a stern speech of admonishment to his once peaceful and tolerant people. 'Right you lot, apparantly PoR’s Lord our God wishes us to burn every off-white mud-blood heathen scumbag in the city. A great pyre will be errected in the city square at noon, please deliver all your Nubian Mistresses, and any bastard progeny you may have begetted, promptly, for immolation."

And so a great burning and screaming took place, and the city of Mixitup was cleansed of race-traitorism. PoR looked out upon his work and was filled with the ecstacy of the righteous.

God, having fixed the Samson thang, turned back to Mixitup, and PoR. He did percieve in his glorieth eye the acrid smoke rising from the still twitching limbs of the unwhite and was appalled. Sensing the divine presence of the one true God, PoR abased himself most piously in the dirt, and cried:

“See Lord, I told you they were bad…!”

“Holy Shit!!!” Quoth the Lord, and destroyed the entire city with thunderbolts, fire and flood.

And PoR, in his secret heart, was pleased.

[size=75]Mark’s missive to the Romulans cha13:P666[/size]

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I must admit, Tabula Rasa does have a deep understanding of my psyche, spoky. anyway, my parable reply is following, be patient…