I'll say. As a race, cockneys are even thicker than mere coloureds. Check out this description of 18th-century Calcutta by eminent historian Stephen Taylor: "Behind the esplanade of the East India Company lay the great maidan, a grassy parade ground almost two miles long and a mile deep where the colony's furbelowed gentry, jodhpured regulars from the cantonment, and even the scantily-drawered Phowdar, the roy royan and Nawab of Bengal themselves, descended by carriage and palanquin for the nightly ritual known as 'the airings'." Tell me, where were the mass airings in London's parks and squares, when the vapours rising from an unbathed chimneysweep's woolens in Cheapside could could be smelt as far as Grosvenor Square? Why weren't they mandatory?

Silly, silly. The point is there's no such real thing as race; the only qualification for being one is that racist people identify you as one (by any set of characteristics: color, creed, or piano-playing included) in order to persecute you. Other than that, by any meatheaded standard typically used to identify race (ie, skin color, phrenology, origin, language, creed, customs, geographical concentration, and genetic traits,) both Jews and Muslims are distinct races - even distinct from each other. To not think so is, in fact, racist against Negroes.

Unfortunately, I live in the Middle East. Even if there were girls in short plaid skirts and Hello! Kitty umbrellas here, I'd get my hands cut off for looking at them

I'm cancer. The best part is "should it is wes Anderson it is."

PS-I don't imagine a heaven where my "problems with identity go away". I love my identity. I don't believe it has problems. Only fat people wish to not be themselves in heaven.

You can somehow force yourself to not wonder what happens if your identity is annihilated, so you can bother. I imagine it takes something like forcing your entire brain through a drinking straw.

Now we must wait patiently for Zod's reply.

Oh you're saying Squidward is Zodiaclike or visa-versa. Hmmm, nope that never dawned on me.

I admit to not watching SpongeBob much. He seemed zodiacianly godlike in a particular mood, ok an intoxicated mood. Squidward is too pretentious for a god image. He's like somebody who knows all about god - sound familiar?

The time on mine is 7 hours fast. You're caught in Central Time Zone or Eastern with a slow clock.

The time on my comments is 5 hours fast.

My days of Irish coffee in the morning have long since gone. You must not watch the show much. Squidward's the intellectual one. No matter how much he tries to get his point across, or thwart Spongebob's success Spongebob always lucks out. No body seems to understand Squidward.- Sound familiar? Besides, how does a sober person decide to write a poem proclaiming Spongebob as God.

I don't know. Maybe so your Mum would have a thrown to sit her fat ass on.

Then you believe God makes things for purposes.

Are you drunk this morning? Or is it evening where you are?

Just a little pre-Christmas workout with the Sawzall blades.

He gets giddy over a heaven where all the problems with identity go away, and we get absorbed into some godness, because then he can ask, why even bother?

Muslims and converts are not races because they are not distinguished by physical characteristics, again unless you wish to change the definition. Jews - maybe.

and what did god make your face for?