on do you talk out loud in public? by peaceseeker
16 Jun 2004, 3:20 PM
Do you have any idea how silly your title is?
Did you write this?
"The war on terror is real and ugly! Islam understands and "eye for an eye", so maybe it is time that we impale the heads of some of those ragheads we have in custody and post them outside Baghdad City Hall! Tactical Nuclear Weapons...ring a bell?!? Ali-Fucking-Akbar! It is time we quit pussyfooting around in that shit hole and level it! As for those bad assed ragheads that cut Nick Berg's head off, a slow tortuous death awaits them...say, on the ant hill?? I think a lot of public humiliation followed by the most greusome, slow death imaginable would still be too good! TNW...Tactical Nuclear Weapons...don't forget that. This is a global war and we really need to begin kicking some serious ass!!"
POSTED BY: DOUG (152.163.253.4) ON MAY 16, 2004 12:24 AM
If yes, please spare us and walk off a cliff.
"The war on terror is real and ugly! Islam understands and "eye for an eye", so maybe it is time that we impale the heads of some of those ragheads we have in custody and post them outside Baghdad City Hall! Tactical Nuclear Weapons...ring a bell?!? Ali-Fucking-Akbar! It is time we quit pussyfooting around in that shit hole and level it! As for those bad assed ragheads that cut Nick Berg's head off, a slow tortuous death awaits them...say, on the ant hill?? I think a lot of public humiliation followed by the most greusome, slow death imaginable would still be too good! TNW...Tactical Nuclear Weapons...don't forget that. This is a global war and we really need to begin kicking some serious ass!!"
POSTED BY: DOUG (152.163.253.4) ON MAY 16, 2004 12:24 AM
If yes, please spare us and walk off a cliff.
replying on Bowling For Turpentine by horus8
16 Jun 2004, 1:45 PM
So? The whole mess of us wouldn't exist if it weren't for *gasp* Negros!
Look, Doug, I know you think I'm a "nitpicking dickwad" and a "bore", but please try to pay attention for a second. This is as close to real criticism as I get on this site.
The entire central conceit of this poem (that Perfection and Profound beget Hope) is totally wrong. If anything, Hope and An Infinite Amount of Monkeys and A Finite Amount of Time produce Perfection, but even that's pretty much crap, too. The point is, Perfection and Hope are pretty much unrelated - or at best inversely related. If there were no such real thing as Perfection, people would still Hope. And, in fact, if there were such a thing as Perfection, and it was common enough, then there would be no such thing as Hope.
And besides, Perfection and Profound aren't even the species. If they were to breed, they could only produce some horrific Adjenoun which any half-decent midwife would wisely smother with a pillow. I would recommend picking some new abstract qualities and giving this another shot. Or even better, stop writing poems based on your bad idea of what poetry's supposed to be, which is apparently Big Capitalized Abstractions, and write something about, I don't know, your deep personal feelings or something.
Thanks,
zodiac
PS-The most appropriate response to this comment is not: "So? Your central conceit is wrong too and I gave all your poems multiple zeros."
The entire central conceit of this poem (that Perfection and Profound beget Hope) is totally wrong. If anything, Hope and An Infinite Amount of Monkeys and A Finite Amount of Time produce Perfection, but even that's pretty much crap, too. The point is, Perfection and Hope are pretty much unrelated - or at best inversely related. If there were no such real thing as Perfection, people would still Hope. And, in fact, if there were such a thing as Perfection, and it was common enough, then there would be no such thing as Hope.
And besides, Perfection and Profound aren't even the species. If they were to breed, they could only produce some horrific Adjenoun which any half-decent midwife would wisely smother with a pillow. I would recommend picking some new abstract qualities and giving this another shot. Or even better, stop writing poems based on your bad idea of what poetry's supposed to be, which is apparently Big Capitalized Abstractions, and write something about, I don't know, your deep personal feelings or something.
Thanks,
zodiac
PS-The most appropriate response to this comment is not: "So? Your central conceit is wrong too and I gave all your poems multiple zeros."
replying on A Strenuous Recollection by Doug
15 Jun 2004, 9:29 PM
How on earth have I proved "once again a masters degree has zero value"? If anything, I've shown myself to be more-than-passing at one of the language systems which make all interaction, comprehension and even thought possible, while you've only blundered around here in the vacuum of your own incoherence. You can't even write "Master's" correctly. Seriously, you might consider yourself a walking advertisement for English education (presuming, of course, that you can walk.)
Thanks!
James "Jihad" zodiac
PS-My life is indeed intolerably funny, though probably not to you as much as it is to me. If you don't find your own life funny, that's probably because you are the biggest retard and fuckwit you know.
Thanks!
James "Jihad" zodiac
PS-My life is indeed intolerably funny, though probably not to you as much as it is to me. If you don't find your own life funny, that's probably because you are the biggest retard and fuckwit you know.
replying on A Strenuous Recollection by Doug
15 Jun 2004, 9:17 PM
"If I could only learn how to punctuate after a coma my life would be complete."
Thanks!
Jimmy
Thanks!
Jimmy
replying on A Strenuous Recollection by Doug
14 Jun 2004, 11:14 PM
And please try in the future not to extrapolate your illiterate nonsense all over my poems, Doug. I am not the speaker of the hand-job poem; one Hatch "Cunnilingus" Cunningham, of Catcher in the Rye fame, is. As it happens, he knows very little of either love or war, being dead of prolonged seasickness on a troop transport to Vietnam. And any idiot can see the poem's not about love or war, anyway. It's about the joke phrase that goes "In love as in war, every hole is a trench," which I copped from Francisco Goldman's really excellent novel The Ordinary Seaman (pun intended, I'm sure.)
And my name's not Jimmy, fucktard.
And at least I know how to punctuate after a comma.
And is a fantasy of jerking off a man in uniform more sad that a fantasy of jerking off a civilian? Why the hell should it be?
And also: cock. You've proved all my predictions right. Congratulations on being a fucktard and flaming onanist. I look forward to your imminent departure.
And my name's not Jimmy, fucktard.
And at least I know how to punctuate after a comma.
And is a fantasy of jerking off a man in uniform more sad that a fantasy of jerking off a civilian? Why the hell should it be?
And also: cock. You've proved all my predictions right. Congratulations on being a fucktard and flaming onanist. I look forward to your imminent departure.
replying on USS Pride by DR Limerick
14 Jun 2004, 12:00 PM
I don't believe you're a real doctor. You can't even abbreviate "Doctor" correctly.
on The Stickmen of Fools by embersandenvelopes
14 Jun 2004, 11:28 AM
Instead of bothering with such "layered", "multi-faceted" and "biting" "observations" on poemranker commenters, you'd do better to simply say we're all "hopeless gay introverts and onanists."
Just an idea!
Just an idea!
replying on driven by ThePariahDog
14 Jun 2004, 11:22 AM
Would you please consider using the helpful "Reply" function which appears at the bottom right of comment boxes? *the word of the day is 'onanism' - look it up!
replying on Now That's What I Call Music Vol. 1,087 by Nicholas Jones
14 Jun 2004, 11:20 AM
Nope!
replying on The Chamber by nothingtoanyone
13 Jun 2004, 11:00 PM
They wouldn't really be rules unless there were some system in place to punish people for breaking them, would they?
I'm afraid you've failed again, bud. Big time.
I'm afraid you've failed again, bud. Big time.