Who enforces adherence to the Constitution?

Common people?

For heaven's sake. My 11-year-old son could debate with more skill than has been displayed on this thread.

And amicus, what are you doing here? Why aren't you off looking at pictures of prepubescent girls?

Squarejohn, you seem to hate all people with college degrees. Huge chip on your shoulder. Hokay.

Earlier you said this:



Despite your hatred of academia, let me pose a question, if I may.

If you need medical assistance, don't you want a specialist? Don't you want your doctor or surgeon to be the best educated, most highly trained, finest medical geek there is? Don't you want a god with a scalpel?

I do. Of course I do. And so should you.

And I don't care if their eyes glaze over during a conversation when someone is discussing something that doesn't interest them. (That happens to most folks, I imagine.)

I don't care if they don't know the price of a gallon of milk, or how to change the oil in their car, or how to fire a rifle. Who gives a shit?

I do care if they've read up on the latest medical procedures.

I expect them to know possible medicinal interactions for my safety.

I want to know if they've attended medical conferences to read, write, reflect and discuss with colleagues.

I expect them to belong to many different medical organizations so they can stay current with things that may ultimately affect me.

I don't care if they have people skills. I don't need someone to "There there, honey" me, I want a kick-ass professional surgeon.


In many instances, you benefit from the education of others. And you especially want and need their skills.

So I am confused by this disgust for the educated.

But I do have pity for you and your bigoted view of education.

Whatever gave you the idea that I hate all people with college degrees?
Most degreed individuals use the skills they have learned. They get into the world and accomplish. The many things we enjoy and take for granted are there because degreed people invented and developed them. I am of this group, one of those who imagined and created,

The ones I have a problem with, are those professional students, the ones who never leave the halls of academe, but instead stay and, pursue yet another degree. When you encounter one of these, they waste no time telling you how well "educated" they are. The have never produced anything that was of utility to someone else. Their value to society is on a par with that of the town drunk.

I have no hatred of academia; I am a beneficiary of it. My background is in engineering. I do things an engineer does. I do not wave my sheepskin under a person's nose, in a vain attempt to impress with my acumen; I simply practice my profession.

As it happens, I have condition that requires three physicians, and because they are like me--doers--I have complete confidence in them.

My purpose in visiting this website is primarily entertainment. It is one of my pastimes. I notice there is an abundance of participants in this forum who mock, deride, castigate and insult. The tone of their posts is condescension, arrogance, and pride.

I hope these few lines cause you read more carefully, and refrain from jumping to conclusions which leads to error and regret.
 
I notice there is an abundance of participants in this forum who mock, deride, castigate and insult. The tone of their posts is condescension, arrogance, and pride.

Gotta giggle considering your tone/obvious agenda in opening this thread in the first place. :rolleyes:
 
This was once a forum of people who could relax and entertain themselves with wit and intelligence without worrying about hurting someone's feelings because they couldn't keep up. Soon enough the stupidocracy flocked to this site because how dare those proud and arrogant folk have a nice time among themselves.

So welcome to the new, more kneejerk forum, squarejohn! :rose:

You get best results here if you post naked pictures for those of us who like to look at cock, keep your hands inside the vehicle, watch out for trolls-- oh, wait -- you are one.

Well, watch out for yourself.
 
[...]Their value to society is on a par with that of the town drunk.[...]
If it weren't for town drunks, who would you fantasize about getting rid of next?

Oh. Of course. People who need three doctors to keep them alive. Probably on Medicare? And Social Security?

If that's true, no one begrudges you your care, you know. No decent person, anyway.

If you have to justify societies' expenditure on your health to yourself by judging others as the unworthy ones, well, don't inflict your own mental gymnastics on others. It's not pleasant to be around.

Stop guilt-tripping yourself, dude.
 
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Academics? Why! Theyre all navel gazing eunuchs with ponytails and sandals.
 
Academics? Why! Theyre all navel gazing eunuchs with ponytails and sandals.

Yeah. They sit before their computers in underwear stained by urine and other bodily excretions, a trail of bright orange Cheeto crumbs from their chin, down their chest and over their belly. After they finish composing what they think is a witty and scathing post, they belch, an action which sends ripples in every direction across their flabby and unwashed flesh, and causes the flies, which were massed around their crotch and armpits, to burst forth in a buzzing cloud for a few moments before settling back down. With smug satisfaction, they click the "Submit Reply" button. It is time for a short nap, before their mother brings the supper tray to the door of their room.
 
Yeah. They sit before their computers in underwear stained by urine and other bodily excretions, a trail of bright orange Cheeto crumbs from their chin, down their chest and over their belly. After they finish composing what they think is a witty and scathing post, they belch, an action which sends ripples in every direction across their flabby and unwashed flesh, and causes the flies, which were massed around their crotch and armpits, to burst forth in a buzzing cloud for a few moments before settling back down. With smug satisfaction, they click the "Submit Reply" button. It is time for a short nap, before their mother brings the supper tray to the door of their room.

You obviously know ROB GRAHAM.

But real perfessers dont eat CHEETOS, they eat baby carrots dipped in Philadelphia Cream Cheese & olives, then wash it down with a 4 inch pecker.
 
Yeah. They sit before their computers in underwear stained by urine and other bodily excretions, a trail of bright orange Cheeto crumbs from their chin, down their chest and over their belly. After they finish composing what they think is a witty and scathing post, they belch, an action which sends ripples in every direction across their flabby and unwashed flesh, and causes the flies, which were massed around their crotch and armpits, to burst forth in a buzzing cloud for a few moments before settling back down. With smug satisfaction, they click the "Submit Reply" button. It is time for a short nap, before their mother brings the supper tray to the door of their room.
Why do you make up such awful stories about people? Is it so that you can concentrate your own self-hatred on someone who you think deserves it?

What unattractive qualities to cultivate in oneself!
 
Yeah. They sit before their computers in underwear stained by urine and other bodily excretions, a trail of bright orange Cheeto crumbs from their chin, down their chest and over their belly. After they finish composing what they think is a witty and scathing post, they belch, an action which sends ripples in every direction across their flabby and unwashed flesh, and causes the flies, which were massed around their crotch and armpits, to burst forth in a buzzing cloud for a few moments before settling back down. With smug satisfaction, they click the "Submit Reply" button. It is time for a short nap, before their mother brings the supper tray to the door of their room.

This morning I was sitting on my bed in my (clean) lacy underwear, eating a piece of whole wheat toast with honey - I despise cheetos, nasty things - while I read your little impotent rant against people you don't know anything about. I didn't write a scathing post, but would rather be honest. No belches, but I did drink some of my coffee. No flab, so sorry - two hours of karate four times a week plus fight club and the occasional demo (I've just be chosen for our demonstration team) keeps all that away. My mother lives too far to bring me food, but I'm sure she would if she was here.

All that, and advanced degrees, too. Poor little inferior man. :)
 
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If it weren't for town drunks, who would you fantasize about getting rid of next?

Oh. Of course. People who need three doctors to keep them alive. Probably on Medicare? And Social Security?

If that's true, no one begrudges you your care, you know. No decent person, anyway.

If you have to justify societies' expenditure on your health to yourself by judging others as the unworthy ones, well, don't inflict your own mental gymnastics on others. It's not pleasant to be around.

Stop guilt-tripping yourself, dude.

This morning I was sitting on my bed in my (clean) lacy underwear, eating a piece of whole wheat toast with honey - I despise cheetos, nasty things - while I read your little impotent rant against people you don't know anything about. I didn't write a scathing post, but would rather be honest. No belches, but I did drink some of my coffee. No flab, so sorry - two hours of karate four times a week plus fight club and the occasional demo (I've just be chosen for our demonstration team) keeps all that away. My mother lives too far to bring me food, but I'm sure she would if she was here.

All that, and advanced degrees, too. Poor little inferior man. :)

Your mother, regardless of how far she lives from you, must be very proud.
 
I hope these few lines cause you read more carefully, and refrain from jumping to conclusions which leads to error and regret.
Yeah. They sit before their computers in underwear stained by urine and other bodily excretions, a trail of bright orange Cheeto crumbs from their chin, down their chest and over their belly. After they finish composing what they think is a witty and scathing post, they belch, an action which sends ripples in every direction across their flabby and unwashed flesh, and causes the flies, which were massed around their crotch and armpits, to burst forth in a buzzing cloud for a few moments before settling back down. With smug satisfaction, they click the "Submit Reply" button. It is time for a short nap, before their mother brings the supper tray to the door of their room.
After reading this carefully, I can only come to the conclusion that my first conclusion was correct-- you came here to join the sack-of-shit brigade.
 
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