Questions to Christians

[Fairy]

Well, you're over it now, you say. So no need to mention him, or the "issue" ever again.

We'd all welcome that, I'm quite certain.

I'm over the past yes, it doesn't exist for me anymore, except as a memory now.

I doubt that. If it were true, we'd never hear about it again. But witness the next line:

If H crops up

He doesn't. I didn't raise him. And I won't.

If H crops up in my mind as a thought, it will be in the present tense, until that thought appears, the H thought will rip as a past memory.

Good for you that H doesn't crop up for you, but that doesn't mean H wont crop up for me, in my mind as a thought I mean.

And do not under estimate my will to prove I have one. I will spend the rest of my days looking for the post you wrote revering and holding Harbal in high esteem in response to his writing style. You made a character assessment based on what he had written. I'll find the post if it's the last thing I do just to prove I was right.

[Immanuel Can]

There is one, and you'll just have to believe me...

"Have to?" I "have to" do no such thing. There isn't one, and that's the most obvious reason why you couldn't find one. So no, I don't have to believe you, and neither does anybody else, for that matter.

You don't have to believe me, that's right. But I know that your reluctance to believe me is because you cannot believe me,...

Well, that's a harsh judgment on yourself...but if you say so. Okay, I cannot believe you.

So it's just as well I don't, anyway.

[Immanuel Can]

I'm over the past yes, it doesn't exist for me anymore, except as a memory now.

I doubt that. If it were true, we'd never hear about it again. But witness the next line:

If H crops up

He doesn't. I didn't raise him. And I won't.

If H crops up in my mind...

Then don't tell me. And don't tell anybody else. We don't want to hear it.

[Fairy]

I doubt that. If it were true, we'd never hear about it again. But witness the next line:


He doesn't. I didn't raise him. And I won't.

If H crops up in my mind...

Then don't tell me. And don't tell anybody else. We don't want to hear it.

No one is forcing you to read.

But of course, you cannot resist a good soap-opera story, that's why you took it upon yourself to read it, and respond with your own soap-operatic performance.

[Immanuel Can]

If H crops up in my mind...

Then don't tell me. And don't tell anybody else. We don't want to hear it.

...you cannot resist a good soap-opera story...

Not interested. Talk about something else, or go away.

[Fairy]

We don't want to hear it.

If you don't want to hear it, then don't, just silence out the H in your mind, whenever the H word crops up, how difficult is that to do?

Skip to the next H free chapter if you want to stay on this thread. This is my thread in case you had not noticed, I will talk about what ever I like on my own thread, if you don't want to hear what I am talking about then do not make it your business to read here. Go to another thread.

I cannot make it other peoples business until they decide to show up and read was is my business. But that's not my fault if people want to show up and read my business. I'm not forcing anyone to show up and read my business.

Again, if I am making my business everyone else's business, then stop complaining, and just dive into my business as though it is your business to do so, I'm not the one making you read. You are consenting to it reading it all by yourself.

[Fairy]

Then don't tell me. And don't tell anybody else. We don't want to hear it.

...you cannot resist a good soap-opera story...

Not interested. Talk about something else, or go away.

I'll talk about whatever I like. Just as you talk about your beloved God as and whenever you like, so why don't you talk about something else, or go away ?

[Immanuel Can]

We don't want to hear it.

If you don't want to hear it, then don't, just silence out the H in your mind...

Not my job. Yours.

[Immanuel Can]

...you cannot resist a good soap-opera story...

Not interested. Talk about something else, or go away.

I'll talk about whatever I like.

Not to me, you won't.

[Fairy]

Then don't tell me. And don't tell anybody else. We don't want to hear it.

...you cannot resist a good soap-opera story...

Not interested. Talk about something else, or go away.

Stop telling me what to do, I won't stop talking about what I love to talk about in the same way you wont stop talking about God, your beloved.

Is it one rule for you and another rule for me now or something? Who died and made you God?

And stop telling me what I should do and what I should not do, when you do exactly the same thing that you tell me not to do.

[Fairy]

Not interested. Talk about something else, or go away.

I'll talk about whatever I like.

Not to me, you won't.

I can if you show up to listen to the talk. How could you avoid listening when you show up to the talk. Which you do show up, and are still showing up even as we speak right now.

[Fairy]

We don't want to hear it.

If you don't want to hear it, then don't, just silence out the H in your mind...

Not my job. Yours.

Not mine, yours. I am not the one not wanting to hear it, you are.

[Immanuel Can]

...you cannot resist a good soap-opera story...

Not interested. Talk about something else, or go away.

Stop telling me what to do...

I'm telling you what I won't bother with. Take it or leave it.

[Fairy]

Not interested. Talk about something else, or go away.

I'll talk about whatever I like.

Not to me, you won't.

Notice how you always love to show up whenever the drama queen show kicks off, you are always right on Q ready to take front seat as a willing audience.

Notice how most of the really wise and intelligence men of this forum never show up on any of my threads, hardly ever. Even the one's minus the drama queen performances. But you, you love the drama because you are no better than me, you just love to try and make a fool out of me the way I try to make a fool out of you for making a fool out of yourself.

You are so unbelievably predictable.

[Immanuel Can]

I'll talk about whatever I like.

Not to me, you won't.

You are so unbelievably predictable.

Predict this: I'm done with you.