Yes. Roar! Consensus bad! Read this guy.

Oh, and I'm sure many of you have seen it (it's been on CNN, of all places), but here is This Land, starring W and F.

Michael Crichton on bad science, politics in science, nuclear winter, global warming, Bjorn
Lomborg, ... an interesting read:

Aliens Cause Global Warming

I think I would have preferred the bomb...

soothing balm? you talk of "calm"?
My words are burnin like fresh napalm,
I love the smell of that shit in the morning,
and that sulphurous-smell of hell is a warning
signs in the sky, and lightnin's a-roaring
that there's no use in defending appocalypse pending,
so we wage war to end war, but this shit's neverending,
if a man hears there's fire in the hole then he ducks,
So is the apocalypse now? You kiddin??? This shit's redux!
Get your head in the game, this ain't appocalypse future!
It's appocalypse NOW, not time to give you a suture!
You think you're tough shit like Calrissian... Lando...
or whatever the fuck his name is, you gotta be more like Brando
with classic one-liners and french maid one-timers
keep your eyes on the guns and your ears on the rhymers.
POW POW POW, and you're a fuckin pee-oh-double-you
Charlie's got the harley's and he'll ride all over you
you hear a rumble in the jungle but it ain't Ali
it's the bombers in cambodia and you're next if you dalley
so it's the ride of the valkyries, and we all die walkure
through the vally of the shadow of death we done walk thurr
take a look at yer limbs and realize nuttin's left thurr
but a short fat stump and a bloody mess for a chump
you think this is strife? you just can't step-up in this life,
your cammo's still chaffin and some thing's still chase you
you don't know shit-for-ammo and you're head first in strafe you
shouldn't have got up in the morning. Morning Glory!!!
Blood, guts and jungle flowers, and you pray for super powers
but all you get is gory, and that's the story of your life ain't it;
just a body-bag for your wife when you're MIA and you're S.O.L.
but nobody'll miss you,
so fuck it.
oh well.

C'mon Gwar dems battlin words so it's time to step up
before you step on humanity you better show me yo limits by hangin
on to your sanity cuz this killer beat'll leave you
hot n' sweaty like b's bed sheets an if you ain't elite
i'ma take the life outta you and pierce u wit the
shards of insanity so plz step up,
did i mention there's room for profanity?
Fuck
So where my boy Tay at, when he be the one settin up the bomb
applyin the soothin balm to a burned out calm
maybe he's smokin a 6-way bong while he be singin' his songs
to the beat of a swingin sarong?

gwar fuckin' hates websites that don't let him link images!

http://www.gwar.net/graphics/ui/ui_toplogo.jpg

Woe to the Earth! For GWAR is arisen! From the ever-night of their frozen Antarctic abyss, mutant metal marauders GWAR once again stalk the world of man, ready to heave and cleave their way to the throne of utter mastery, a throne perched atop the rotting bodies of a slaughtered and defiled human race.

Hey Scott, you play a mean Trials bike pro man,

it's a shame you have to ...

DIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

thanks Tay. apology accepted.
and now this discussion has complete closure...
time to move on.

Tom, the dream is complete. Arnie is actually using the term girlie man. Can Dickensian wedding ceremonies be far behind?