Sethbag wrote:Bottom line: if one doesn't believe that Mormon rituals have any real effect, then what is the real problem here? If it has no effect, then nothing has happened to one's dead loved on - at all.
Besides, it doesn't involve the digging up of information beyond what would be publicly available in a census, the digging up of photos, graves, artifacts, or anything that could be really construed as intrusive. It's just name-dropping.
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!" Nothing beside remains.
"Surely he knows that DCP, The Nehor, Lamanite, and other key apologists..." -Scratch clarifying my status in apologetics "I admit it; I'm a petty, petty man." -Some Schmo
bcspace wrote:France is a laundry basket full of dirty underwear. The only thing they have going for them is their nuclear power program.
Yes, but I think the owner looks a little shady.
"Surely he knows that DCP, The Nehor, Lamanite, and other key apologists..." -Scratch clarifying my status in apologetics "I admit it; I'm a petty, petty man." -Some Schmo
silentkid wrote:God, I hate France. Those people don't bathe.
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Lloyd: I'll tell you where; someplace warm. A place where the beer flows like wine. Where beautiful women instinctively flock like the salmon of Capistrano. I'm talkin' about a little place called Aspen. Harry: Oh, I dunno, Lloyd, the French are assholes.
And crawling on the planet's face Some insects called the human race Lost in time And lost in space...and meaning
Mercury wrote: Lloyd: I'll tell you where; someplace warm. A place where the beer flows like wine. Where beautiful women instinctively flock like the salmon of Capistrano. I'm talkin' about a little place called Aspen. Harry: Oh, I dunno, Lloyd, the French are assholes.