freddycashmercury

-Ayn Rand, through Howard Roark -Craig Ferguson

I like Mos' current title, it reminds me of a Jimmy Buffet song. I like a few people. I like that I'm the only person for miles around with the vaguest understanding of Misesian or Hayekian economics. Or Objectivism, for that matter.

I like the fact that I have absolutely no life, thus allowing me to read this thread and reply. I like that Chesto is still awesome, even after being exposed to us rabid teenagers. I like Mos and Carah, and their.... "conversations (WHICH ARE PERFECTLY INNOCENT YOU DIRTY DIRTY PEOPLE) I like facebook a lot, seriously. I'm addicted. (WHICH IS A HINT IF YOU HAVE FACEBOOK WE SHOULD TOTALLY BE FRIENDS MMKAY?!) I like capital letters, apparently. I love my accordion, and playing Irish reels and hornpipes on it. I like Billy Joel's music, it is so freaking awesome. Seriously, listen to "Uptown Girl", and tell me he isn't awesome. I like being as contradictory as possible, in every aspect of my life.

I like advocates of laissez-faire. And anarchists. And me! And pretty much everyone on this forum. Oh, and facebook. CURSE YOU SOCIAL NETWORKING SITE FOR MAKING ME SPEND SO MUCH TIME ON YOU!

Reading "Radicals for Capitalism: A Freewheeling History of the Modern American Libertarian Movement", by Brian Doherty. Awesomeness.

I apologize immensely, but I just couldn't stand seeing the poor people make a spectacle out of themselves.

Every single person who voted in the poll is wrong. Hahaha.

I've seen something similar before, so I recognized the question, but I couldn't resist writing something. And what doomjockey said.

I believe what I believe. If that happens to be what the majority believes, so be it. And what MB said. :thumbsup:

And throughout all this, Freddy stood by, watching and playing a sad, slow song on his accordion. And then the song sped up. Slowly, but surely. The tempo increased steadily. And when it reached fever pitch, he activated one of the many magic spells lying dormant within the accordion's bellows. The Eardrum Buster was unleashed. And so all the combatants went deaf from the frenzied howl of Freddy's accordion, enhanced by the arcane forces lying within.

Which happened to be Freddy. Who, having watched every episode of "Monty Python's Flying Circus", knew that this lumberjack was wearing a bra. He crept behind Marcus and pulled back the strap of the surprisingly lacy brassiere, right up until Marcus noticed and began to turn. Freddy let fly the strap, and it hit Marcus so hard he went tumbling down a nearby hill.

I am now reading "The God Delusion", "The Philosophy of Nietzche", "The Basic Writings of Sigmund Freud", "Reasonable Faith", "God and the New Atheism: A Critical Response to Dawkins, Hitchens, and Harris", "The Dawkins Delusion?", and lastly, "The Intelligent Design Revolution". A nice, all around group of books. Nietzche is interesting, particularly. Dawkins is okay, but falls far short of my expectations.

Oh my. I've missed a few things, haven't I? Freddy, having watched all of the events unfold, decided to attack Ninja in his Fortress. He used a flute (his piccolo having been destroyed by Ninja) to summon the Rockmobile. He then headed in the direction of the imposing Fortress, dead-set on destroying Ninja once and for all. Which was, of course, highly unlikely, but one can dream.

Freddy merely replied, "Yeah, well. I'm shaking in my boots now." His attempted sarcasm failed to hide the fact that his knees were knocking together quite loudly. Freddy walked for a while. Then, he had a picnic. Lots of chicken.

My mistake. "Ah s***!", exclaimed Freddy. He attempted to dodge Ninja, but was caught off balance. Ninja threw him to the ground and began beating the heck out of him. Freddy knew he wouldn't last long. He managed to pull out his piccolo, and played a short tune. Ninja remembered what had happened last time, and quickly snatched the tiny instrument out of Freddy's hands. It was too late. A horde of the scariest creatures imaginable was already heading for Ninja. That's right.... Snowcrabs.