"I am not a pro-abort. I am not "pro-homosexual". I am not a humanist. You are a liar. Again."
That's great. Now, you'll have to go back to Satan Inc (TOL Heretics List)
http://www.theologyonline.com/forums/showthread.php?t=55479 to correct the record on your positions.
"The "fruit loops" are already part of the American forces, your delusions notwithstanding."
True. :flamer:
"They fight just as bravely for this country as any heterosexual..."
Except their wrists are a bit limp so they are not as quick on the draw...:AoO:
"...and soon they will be able to serve openly."
When you remove the stigma, you harm the homosexual. When you love the homosexual, you tell him the truth. I love the homosexual in Christ (Prov 27:5). You hate him or her.
See:
Our Rainbow
"Eat your heart out, hypocritical liar. :loser:"
I appreciate your effort :yawn:, but may I recommend a course in logic?
With training you might be able to win a bronze medal in the use of fallacies. :jump: You specialize in ad hominem, we know. But, I see you've added the double lutz Ad Populum and attempted the Absurd Extrapolation landing.
Keep at it (Re 22:11).
"[W]here have I endorsed child-killing or perversion?"
It's all documented at: Satan Inc (TOL Heretics List)
http://www.theologyonline.com/forums/showthread.php?t=55479 It makes for good reading like sticking toothpicks under your fingernails makes for a good manicure. :shocked:
"The US military isn't heaven."
:idea: Lets act like pigs now.
2 Cor 4:18. Don't forget to read about the prodigal pig in the Bible.
oly:
"A PIG IS A PIG
"Come home with me," said the prodigal son.
"We'll sing and dance and have lots of fun.
We'll wine and dine with women and song.
You'll forget you're a pig before very long."
So the pig slipped out while mamma was asleep,
Shook off the mud from the mire so deep.
Around his neck was a bow so big,
He's gonna show the world a pig's not a pig!
With his snout in the air he trotted along
With the prodigal son, who was singin' a song.
It must be great to be a rich man's son.
He would surely find out 'fore the day was done.
It didn't take him long to realize his mistake–
He'd been scrubbed and rubbed 'til his muscles ached!
He squealed when they put a gold ring in his nose
And winced with pain when they trimmed his toes.
He sat at the table on a stool so high
A bib 'round his neck and a fork to try,
While the prodigal son, in his lovely robe,
Kept feeding his face, so glad to be home!
When the meat came around, the pig gave a moan.
It looked too much like a kind of his own.
He jumped from his chair with a grunt and a groan,
Darted through the door and headed for home.
His four little feet made the dust ride high,
For he didn't stop till he reached that sty!
It's what's on the inside that counts, my friend,
For a pig is a pig to the very end!
–Evelyn C. Sanders...
...PIGS AND SONS
The pigs and sons are marching–to and fro
From pigpen to the Father’s house
And back again they go.
It’s hard for me to tell just who is who,
With cleaned-up pigs and dirty sons
And (then) vice versa, too.
But in the end–on this you can rely–
The sons will fill the Father’s house,
The pigs will fill the sty.
–Listener from Northridge, California..." Source: lewishb.
http://www.wedg.millenniumweekend.org/forum/showthread.php?p=11636.