I think most, if not all, of those creative thoughts are just that:
created.  

Oh ye of such little misunderstanding. (I'm not surprise of that, in the
least.) You are preoccupied with life-forms (your own) that don't deserve
to exist. Little did they know that they (humans) were encouraging,
supporting, and promoting the deaths of the very people that could save
them through the next poignant epoch (i.e.: 80's, let the creative fags
die, etc. the very people that could save them from themselves). Just
another present-day example of commonly-historical christian
human-sacrifice behaviors. Letting, or purposely causing, the deaths of
people who are different just to appease their beliefs in their imaginary
god. They'll just have to deal with slitting their own throats. Their loss
of "future". There's no other option now. They made their choice 3 decades
ago, and there's absolutely no way to undo what they have already done.
Ain't they kewt? :-)

Yet you stupidly ask: Why waste these advanced truisms and my
greatly-advanced wisdom of "the nature of nature" on usenet? Because, I
know for a fact that anything of importance will be lost in usenet-land.
While am I then compelled to relay "something" to fellow humans (and I use
that phrase loosely)? Because,  the "something" that receives this wisdom
is no different than throwing pearls before next-for-the-slaughter swine.
In this I am safe in relaying such wisdoms, relayed to me direct from my
observations of nature. A more advanced life-form might learn from these
words and benefit themselves. Not true for usenet denizens. Situation
resolved on all counts. Truths relayed due to my human-related instinct,
wasted on idiots. Nature will pursue its course, just as it taught me to
do--the ultimate judge in what is supposed to be.

If there's one thing I learned from nature 'lo these many years, it has
taught me this: "You can watch, but let them die. If you help them, then
you die too. Don't lift a finger to help them. We must let them die. Enjoy
the movie." So I make popcorn and munch away happily. (Yes, I know the cure
for HIV, it's so simple, something so simple and obvious that it has
escaped all research departments. Do I tell anyone? NOPE! Not on your life!
Precisely. Nature has decreed that I don't help even one of you. I trust
the overwhelming opinion of nature far more than any of you.)

I'm not concerned in the least with saving humanity (except for <0.01% of
you that is, if they are lucky), but instead all of the life-forms that are
far better than humanity ever was and will be. You should see the 30+
raccoon and opossum cubs that are feeding in my yard right now. They'll
"cute" your face right off of your body. Your existence can't hold a candle
to them no matter how much they are snarling and the fur might be flying
when their particular plate might be empty. When they play tug-o'-war with
my shoelaces while I'm filling up their plates, and the mother is snoozing
belly-up next to my steps because she trusts me that much with her cubs
(I'm being SO used, as baby-sitter and free lunch-counter, but I don't
mind) ... there is no greater reward in the universe than when a wild
animal trusts you that much. Especially in an area where they have been
hunted and trapped for hundreds of generations and know better about
approaching any human.

And yet, I had an extensive discussion with all of them tonight, about
playing "bear guard" and "bear siren" about the recently visiting 350-450
lb. bear. While sitting cross-legged on the ground in the middle of 20 of
them feeding tonight (adults and cubs, while they happily chomped away on
my provided 'coon-cakes') and trying to let them know that if that bear
eats my face off, there goes their daily/yearly support. I'm not sure if
any of them have caught on to that fact yet. However, the glimmer in a few
of their eyes gives me hope that they understand. Every night for the last
4 nights they regularly freak-out and scamper into the woods. While I
comically yell, "Hey! Come back here you fuckin' cowards!" As I do the
Cowardly-Lion mime of "Put'em up! Put'em up!" flailing blindly into the
shadows of the woods surrounding me. Half in jest, half in real concern.
Some of those coward raccoons leaving my feeding-grounds so swiftly that
they run into the sides of my domicile with an audible "raccoon thump". I
love their more instinctive reactions than my own. But their heightened
sense of awareness is falling into the "cried wolf" category lately. My
face is still intact, no more recent visible (but yes, auditory) signs of
recently visiting 350-450 bear. I'm starting to not trust "raccoon
instinct". But I still pay them in a raccoon-cake salary, nightly.

Even if my face gets eaten off by a 350-450 lb. bear, knowing the resident
raccoons and 'possums as well as I do, and them trusting me as much as they
do, and their knowing me as well as they do, will all be worth it.

Humans surviving? Nah. Not worth it in the least. You made your bed. Now
you can die in it.

Damn, I almost typed a sarcastic "boo hoo". I gotta watch that for a
species that doesn't deserve even that much.

(*edit on the all-important opener, otherwise, zero need for any other
changes, the rest holds true no matter how many times I've read this since
1st posting. How the f.ck could I mistype something so simple? Must be the
rum tonight. I now claim to be a survivor of having been victimized by
double-negatives of the lame english language. All Brits should be shot for
leaving us with trying to clean up the mess that they invented.)

Oh ye of such little *understanding. (I'm not surprise of that, in the
least.) You are preoccupied with life-forms (your own) that don't deserve
to exist. Little did they know that they (humans) were encouraging,
supporting, and promoting the deaths of the very people that could save
them through the next poignant epoch (i.e.: 80's, let the creative fags
die, etc. the very people that could save them from themselves). Just
another present-day example of commonly-historical christian
human-sacrifice behaviors. Letting, or purposely causing, the deaths of
people who are different just to appease their beliefs in their imaginary
god. They'll just have to deal with slitting their own throats. Their loss
of "future". There's no other option now. They made their choice 3 decades
ago, and there's absolutely no way to undo what they have already done.
Ain't they kewt? :-)

Yet you stupidly ask: Why waste these advanced truisms and my
greatly-advanced wisdom of "the nature of nature" on usenet? Because, I
know for a fact that anything of importance will be lost in usenet-land.
While am I then compelled to relay "something" to fellow humans (and I use
that phrase loosely)? Because,  the "something" that receives this wisdom
is no different than throwing pearls before next-for-the-slaughter swine.
In this I am safe in relaying such wisdoms, relayed to me direct from my
observations of nature. A more advanced life-form might learn from these
words and benefit themselves. Not true for usenet denizens. Situation
resolved on all counts. Truths relayed due to my human-related instinct,
wasted on idiots. Nature will pursue its course, just as it taught me to
do--the ultimate judge in what is supposed to be.

If there's one thing I learned from nature 'lo these many years, it has
taught me this: "You can watch, but let them die. If you help them, then
you die too. Don't lift a finger to help them. We must let them die. Enjoy
the movie." So I make popcorn and munch away happily. (Yes, I know the cure
for HIV, it's so simple, something so simple and obvious that it has
escaped all research departments. Do I tell anyone? NOPE! Not on your life!
Precisely. Nature has decreed that I don't help even one of you. I trust
the overwhelming opinion of nature far more than any of you.)

I'm not concerned in the least with saving humanity (except for <0.01% of
you that is, if they are lucky), but instead all of the life-forms that are
far better than humanity ever was and will be. You should see the 30+
raccoon and opossum cubs that are feeding in my yard right now. They'll
"cute" your face right off of your body. Your existence can't hold a candle
to them no matter how much they are snarling and the fur might be flying
when their particular plate might be empty. When they play tug-o'-war with
my shoelaces while I'm filling up their plates, and the mother is snoozing
belly-up next to my steps because she trusts me that much with her cubs
(I'm being SO used, as baby-sitter and free lunch-counter, but I don't
mind) ... there is no greater reward in the universe than when a wild
animal trusts you that much. Especially in an area where they have been
hunted and trapped for hundreds of generations and know better about
approaching any human.

And yet, I had an extensive discussion with all of them tonight, about
playing "bear guard" and "bear siren" about the recently visiting 350-450
lb. bear. While sitting cross-legged on the ground in the middle of 20 of
them feeding tonight (adults and cubs, while they happily chomped away on
my provided 'coon-cakes') and trying to let them know that if that bear
eats my face off, there goes their daily/yearly support. I'm not sure if
any of them have caught on to that fact yet. However, the glimmer in a few
of their eyes gives me hope that they understand. Every night for the last
4 nights they regularly freak-out and scamper into the woods. While I
comically yell, "Hey! Come back here you fuckin' cowards!" As I do the
Cowardly-Lion mime of "Put'em up! Put'em up!" flailing blindly into the
shadows of the woods surrounding me. Half in jest, half in real concern.
Some of those coward raccoons leaving my feeding-grounds so swiftly that
they run into the sides of my domicile with an audible "raccoon thump". I
love their more instinctive reactions than my own. But their heightened
sense of awareness is falling into the "cried wolf" category lately. My
face is still intact, no more recent visible (but yes, auditory) signs of
recently visiting 350-450 bear. I'm starting to not trust "raccoon
instinct". But I still pay them in a raccoon-cake salary, nightly.

Even if my face gets eaten off by a 350-450 lb. bear, knowing the resident
raccoons and 'possums as well as I do, and them trusting me as much as they
do, and their knowing me as well as they do, will all be worth it.

Humans surviving? Nah. Not worth it in the least. You made your bed. Now
you can die in it.

Damn, I almost typed a sarcastic "boo hoo". I gotta watch that for a
species that doesn't deserve even that much.

(*edit on the all-important opener, otherwise, zero need for any other
changes, the rest holds true no matter how many times I've read this since
1st posting. How the f.ck could I mistype something so simple? Must be the
rum tonight. I now claim to be a survivor of having been victimized by
double-negatives of the lame english language. All Brits should be shot for
leaving us with trying to clean up the mess that they invented.)

Holy f.ck, one more typo found. One of those nasty homonym-like 130wpm
discrepancies caused by muscle-memory. Oooo, I so hate those.  If the
muscles in my arms only had adequate ears. Damn them anyway. I'm not even
going to highlight it with an *. The more astute amongst you (what a joke)
should have spotted/ignored it and mentally inserted the right word long
ago. As for the rest of you reptilian brain-stem survivors, the corrected
text follows:

Oh ye of such little understanding. (I'm not surprise of that, in the
least.) You are preoccupied with life-forms (your own) that don't deserve
to exist. Little did they know that they (humans) were encouraging,
supporting, and promoting the deaths of the very people that could save
them through the next poignant epoch (i.e.: 80's, let the creative fags
die, etc. the very people that could save them from themselves). Just
another present-day example of commonly-historical christian
human-sacrifice behaviors. Letting, or purposely causing, the deaths of
people who are different just to appease their beliefs in their imaginary
god. They'll just have to deal with slitting their own throats. Their loss
of "future". There's no other option now. They made their choice 3 decades
ago, and there's absolutely no way to undo what they have already done.
Ain't they kewt? :-)

Yet you stupidly ask: Why waste these advanced truisms and my
greatly-advanced wisdom of "the nature of nature" on usenet? Because, I
know for a fact that anything of importance will be lost in usenet-land.
Why am I then compelled to relay "something" to fellow humans (and I use
that phrase loosely)? Because,  the "something" that receives this wisdom
is no different than throwing pearls before next-for-the-slaughter swine.
In this I am safe in relaying such wisdoms, relayed to me direct from my
observations of nature. A more advanced life-form might learn from these
words and benefit themselves. Not true for usenet denizens. Situation
resolved on all counts. Truths relayed due to my human-related instinct,
wasted on idiots. Nature will pursue its course, just as it taught me to
do--the ultimate judge in what is supposed to be.

If there's one thing I learned from nature 'lo these many years, it has
taught me this: "You can watch, but let them die. If you help them, then
you die too. Don't lift a finger to help them. We must let them die. Enjoy
the movie." So I make popcorn and munch away happily. (Yes, I know the cure
for HIV, it's so simple, something so simple and obvious that it has
escaped all research departments. Do I tell anyone? NOPE! Not on your life!
Precisely. Nature has decreed that I don't help even one of you. I trust
the overwhelming opinion of nature far more than any of you.)

I'm not concerned in the least with saving humanity (except for <0.01% of
you that is, if they are lucky), but instead all of the life-forms that are
far better than humanity ever was and will be. You should see the 30+
raccoon and opossum cubs that are feeding in my yard right now. They'll
"cute" your face right off of your body. Your existence can't hold a candle
to them no matter how much they are snarling and the fur might be flying
when their particular plate might be empty. When they play tug-o'-war with
my shoelaces while I'm filling up their plates, and the mother is snoozing
belly-up next to my steps because she trusts me that much with her cubs
(I'm being SO used, as baby-sitter and free lunch-counter, but I don't
mind) ... there is no greater reward in the universe than when a wild
animal trusts you that much. Especially in an area where they have been
hunted and trapped for hundreds of generations and know better about
approaching any human.

And yet, I had an extensive discussion with all of them tonight, about
playing "bear guard" and "bear siren" about the recently visiting 350-450
lb. bear. While sitting cross-legged on the ground in the middle of 20 of
them feeding tonight (adults and cubs, while they happily chomped away on
my provided 'coon-cakes') and trying to let them know that if that bear
eats my face off, there goes their daily/yearly support. I'm not sure if
any of them have caught on to that fact yet. However, the glimmer in a few
of their eyes gives me hope that they understand. Every night for the last
4 nights they regularly freak-out and scamper into the woods. While I
comically yell, "Hey! Come back here you fuckin' cowards!" As I do the
Cowardly-Lion mime of "Put'em up! Put'em up!" flailing blindly into the
shadows of the woods surrounding me. Half in jest, half in real concern.
Some of those coward raccoons leaving my feeding-grounds so swiftly that
they run into the sides of my domicile with an audible "raccoon thump". I
love their more instinctive reactions than my own. But their heightened
sense of awareness is falling into the "cried wolf" category lately. My
face is still intact, no more recent visible (but yes, auditory) signs of
recently visiting 350-450 bear. I'm starting to not trust "raccoon
instinct". But I still pay them in a raccoon-cake salary, nightly.

Even if my face gets eaten off by a 350-450 lb. bear, knowing the resident
raccoons and 'possums as well as I do, and them trusting me as much as they
do, and their knowing me as well as they do, will all be worth it.

Humans surviving? Nah. Not worth it in the least. You made your bed. Now
you can die in it.

Damn, I almost typed a sarcastic "boo hoo". I gotta watch that for a
species that doesn't deserve even that much.

On 7/5/09 10:05 PM, in article
boadnbTJK4R29MzXnZ2dnUVZ_rmdnZ2d@giganews.com, "Frank ess"
<frank@fshe2fs.com> wrote:

Because it is a fucktard?

The usage of words always interests me, and my Irish heritage gives me
a special interest in Hiberno-English usage.  A "gombeen man" is a
small-time loan shark and charges usurious interest rates.  Sort of
like the "vig", or "vigorish" his American counterpart charges.

A better word in your description of the poster would be "gobshite".

Other than that, you've presented a fair and accurate description.