Ha

[one...two...tree 2,762]

What???????????

Good luck getting Bill to answer with anything of substance.

Substance is for the timid and the weak. Enlightenment is it's own reward.

You old hippie you.

[I AM NOT THAT GUY 5,715]

What???????????

Good luck getting Bill to answer with anything of substance.

Substance is for the timid and the weak. Enlightenment is it's own reward.

You old hippie you.

I refuse to be part of the machine. I only want to be there, to use, and abuse it.

Jesus Christ, I might as well be dead

If I can't see how dangerous it must feel to be

Training human cogs for the machine

Without some shell-shocked lunatic like me

[one...two...tree 2,762]

What???????????

Good luck getting Bill to answer with anything of substance.

Substance is for the timid and the weak. Enlightenment is it's own reward.

You old hippie you.

I refuse to be part of the machine. I only want to be there, to use, and abuse it.

Jesus Christ, I might as well be dead

If I can't see how dangerous it must feel to be

Training human cogs for the machine

Without some shell-shocked lunatic like me

Glad to know you solved the riddle...you're in the know and all that sort.

[I AM NOT THAT GUY 5,715]

What???????????

Good luck getting Bill to answer with anything of substance.

Substance is for the timid and the weak. Enlightenment is it's own reward.

You old hippie you.

I refuse to be part of the machine. I only want to be there, to use, and abuse it.

Jesus Christ, I might as well be dead

If I can't see how dangerous it must feel to be

Training human cogs for the machine

Without some shell-shocked lunatic like me

Glad to know you solved the riddle...you're in the know and all that sort.

The illusion is fleeting. Solving one riddle, only puts you behind.

[Kathryn41 3,205]

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[I AM NOT THAT GUY 5,715]

What???????????

While the boy was speaking, an army of ants emerged from some crack and began to parade across the floor. At the sight, the boy laughed such a laugh as made the hair on Indra's head stand on end. Finally he asked, "Why are you finding this so funny?"

The boy replied, "Are you sure you want to know?"

And in the way of tradition, Indra said, "I am asking. Please teach."

Then the boy pointed to the ants, saying, "These are each and everyone an Indra. Over many lifetimes they have risen from the lowest state of existence to the highest one. Whenever they let loose a thunderbolt to smash an adversary, they are consumed with satisfaction and pride, and then back down they go again."

Bingo!

[mawilson 2,133]

This morning I was awoken by my alarm clock powered by electricity generated by the public power monopoly regulated by the US Department of Energy. I then took a shower in the clean water provided by the municipal water utility. After that, I turned on the TV to one of the FCC regulated channels to see what the national weather service of the National Oceanographic and Atmospheric Administration determined the weather was going to be like using satellites designed, built, and launched by the National Aeronautics and Space Administration. I watched this while eating my breakfast of US Department of Agriculture inspected food and taking the drugs which have been determined as safe by the Food and Drug Administration.

At the appropriate time as regulated by the US congress and kept accurate by the National Institute of Standards and Technology and the US Naval Observatory, I get into my National Highway Traffic Safety Administration approved automobile and set out to work on the roads build by the local, state, and federal departments of transportation, possibly stopping to purchase additional fuel of a quality level determined by the Environmental Protection Agency, using legal tender issued by the Federal Reserve Bank. On the way out the door I deposit any mail I have to be sent out via the US Postal Service and drop the kids off at the public school.

After spending another day not being maimed or killed at work thanks to the workplace regulations imposed by the Department of Labor and the Occupational Safety and Health Administration, enjoying another two meals which again do not kill me because of the USDA, I drive my NHTSA car back home on the DOT roads, to my house which has not burned down in my absence because of the state and local building codes and fire marshal's inspection, and which has not been plundered of all it's valuables thanks to the local police department.

I then log on to the internet which was developed by the Defense Advanced Research Projects Administration and post on freerepublic.com and fox news forums about how SOCIALISM in medicine is BAD because the government can't do anything right.

What a nightmare.

[DIARD 1]

This morning I was awoken by my alarm clock powered by electricity generated by the public power monopoly regulated by the US Department of Energy. I then took a shower in the clean water provided by the municipal water utility. After that, I turned on the TV to one of the FCC regulated channels to see what the national weather service of the National Oceanographic and Atmospheric Administration determined the weather was going to be like using satellites designed, built, and launched by the National Aeronautics and Space Administration. I watched this while eating my breakfast of US Department of Agriculture inspected food and taking the drugs which have been determined as safe by the Food and Drug Administration.

At the appropriate time as regulated by the US congress and kept accurate by the National Institute of Standards and Technology and the US Naval Observatory, I get into my National Highway Traffic Safety Administration approved automobile and set out to work on the roads build by the local, state, and federal departments of transportation, possibly stopping to purchase additional fuel of a quality level determined by the Environmental Protection Agency, using legal tender issued by the Federal Reserve Bank. On the way out the door I deposit any mail I have to be sent out via the US Postal Service and drop the kids off at the public school.

After spending another day not being maimed or killed at work thanks to the workplace regulations imposed by the Department of Labor and the Occupational Safety and Health Administration, enjoying another two meals which again do not kill me because of the USDA, I drive my NHTSA car back home on the DOT roads, to my house which has not burned down in my absence because of the state and local building codes and fire marshal's inspection, and which has not been plundered of all it's valuables thanks to the local police department.

I then log on to the internet which was developed by the Defense Advanced Research Projects Administration and post on freerepublic.com and fox news forums about how SOCIALISM in medicine is BAD because the government can't do anything right.

Great find.