Re: Louis Midgley Issues Another Threat to Gina Colvin: "She deserves a good trashing."
Posted: Wed Feb 14, 2024 2:58 pm
It’s a little wild watching the Mopologists rage when ‘LDS Conference Quotes’ simply posts counsel from Russell M. Nelson reminding them to be nice - DCP threatening to ban them, a poster who’s only sin is to post Russell M. Nelson quotes, is a new low for them and reminds me, once again, that they’re heretics practicing a religion of their own devising.
Last year I was in India, Rishikesh specifically - I was hiking/traveling to the actual Line of Actual Control (LAC) to help India maintain its territorial territory, and as the ethereal dawn cast its golden hues upon the sacred banks of the Ganges, I found myself enveloped in the serenity of ancient yogic wisdom. With each graceful asana, I communed with the very essence of existence, surrendering to the flow of prana amidst the majestic Himalayan foothills. Here, in this hallowed sanctuary of spiritual awakening, the union of mind, body, and soul transcends mere physicality, resonating with the cosmic rhythm of the universe itself. In the heart of India's spiritual epicenter, I embarked upon a journey of self-discovery, guided by the whispers of millennia-old teachings and the gentle whispers of the breeze caressing the banyan trees. This was not merely a practice; it was an odyssey of the self, a pilgrimage to the innermost sanctum of the soul, where the boundaries between the mundane and the divine dissolve into pure, unadulterated bliss.
Anyway, I zooped up to the LAC to kick some Chinese ass because they’re always FAFO’ing (that’s f*****g around and finding out, for Dr. Shades) up there. In the rugged expanse of the Himalayas, where the air is thin and the mountains stand as formidable guardians, I journeyed to the LAC inspired by tales of valor and driven by a deep sense of solidarity with India, thanks to Neil Stephenson’s book ‘Termination Shock’. In short I sought to aid India in its struggle against Chinese incursions.
Amidst the icy winds and treacherous terrain, I joined the Indian forces, their determination mirroring the peaks that surrounded them. As tensions escalated, skirmishes erupted, I found myself thrust into the crucible of conflict.
In the heart of battle, amid the deafening roar of the melee and the piercing clangs of iron rods, batons, barbwire-wrapped sticks, and rock flying hither and thither I was surrounded by the cries of comrades, but I stood firm as I knew they looked to me for courage, this American who dared stand with the Indians, and so my resolve was unyielding. I can tell you, my dear MDB friends the adrenaline coursing through my veins was nothing like I ever experienced as I engaged in hand-to-hand combat. I’ll never forget the clash of metal against metal echoing through the mountains.
In those moments, nationality faded into insignificance, replaced by a common purpose shared by warriors bound by honor and duty. With each strike, with each rock thrown, with every fist thrown, I not only for India but for the principles of justice and freedom that transcended borders. It was in this crucible of conflict I witnessed true heroism, and it knows no nationality.
It was memorable!
And so, as I watch DCP and his little incorrigible band of Boomers bleat and rage against the words of their own prophet, I’m reminded of the larpers who engage in Nerf hand-to-hand “combat”. They, the Mopes, pretend to be fighting for some noble cause, but in actuality they’re just some dopey Mormon lard asses daydreaming their lives away when real men are fighting real wars and conflicts so they can sip their Dr. Pepper and listen to Vivaldi while they blog and ‘trash the enemy’.
- Doc
Last year I was in India, Rishikesh specifically - I was hiking/traveling to the actual Line of Actual Control (LAC) to help India maintain its territorial territory, and as the ethereal dawn cast its golden hues upon the sacred banks of the Ganges, I found myself enveloped in the serenity of ancient yogic wisdom. With each graceful asana, I communed with the very essence of existence, surrendering to the flow of prana amidst the majestic Himalayan foothills. Here, in this hallowed sanctuary of spiritual awakening, the union of mind, body, and soul transcends mere physicality, resonating with the cosmic rhythm of the universe itself. In the heart of India's spiritual epicenter, I embarked upon a journey of self-discovery, guided by the whispers of millennia-old teachings and the gentle whispers of the breeze caressing the banyan trees. This was not merely a practice; it was an odyssey of the self, a pilgrimage to the innermost sanctum of the soul, where the boundaries between the mundane and the divine dissolve into pure, unadulterated bliss.
Anyway, I zooped up to the LAC to kick some Chinese ass because they’re always FAFO’ing (that’s f*****g around and finding out, for Dr. Shades) up there. In the rugged expanse of the Himalayas, where the air is thin and the mountains stand as formidable guardians, I journeyed to the LAC inspired by tales of valor and driven by a deep sense of solidarity with India, thanks to Neil Stephenson’s book ‘Termination Shock’. In short I sought to aid India in its struggle against Chinese incursions.
Amidst the icy winds and treacherous terrain, I joined the Indian forces, their determination mirroring the peaks that surrounded them. As tensions escalated, skirmishes erupted, I found myself thrust into the crucible of conflict.
In the heart of battle, amid the deafening roar of the melee and the piercing clangs of iron rods, batons, barbwire-wrapped sticks, and rock flying hither and thither I was surrounded by the cries of comrades, but I stood firm as I knew they looked to me for courage, this American who dared stand with the Indians, and so my resolve was unyielding. I can tell you, my dear MDB friends the adrenaline coursing through my veins was nothing like I ever experienced as I engaged in hand-to-hand combat. I’ll never forget the clash of metal against metal echoing through the mountains.
In those moments, nationality faded into insignificance, replaced by a common purpose shared by warriors bound by honor and duty. With each strike, with each rock thrown, with every fist thrown, I not only for India but for the principles of justice and freedom that transcended borders. It was in this crucible of conflict I witnessed true heroism, and it knows no nationality.
It was memorable!
And so, as I watch DCP and his little incorrigible band of Boomers bleat and rage against the words of their own prophet, I’m reminded of the larpers who engage in Nerf hand-to-hand “combat”. They, the Mopes, pretend to be fighting for some noble cause, but in actuality they’re just some dopey Mormon lard asses daydreaming their lives away when real men are fighting real wars and conflicts so they can sip their Dr. Pepper and listen to Vivaldi while they blog and ‘trash the enemy’.
- Doc
