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so you like us all to starve to death and as long there killed humanly i dont have a problem with it.
megadeth16 said:so you like us all to starve to death and as long there killed humanly i dont have a problem with it.
A lot more people starve to death, because valuable agricultural land is given over to raising livestock, rather than to raising crops.megadeth16 said:so you like us all to starve to death and as long there killed humanly i dont have a problem with it.
stonedog2 said:.... and crops diverted for biofuel.....
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Oil Seed Rape...title of Agroporn Roughie?Reynardine said:From Demonology to oil seed rape...
Interesting: with a couple of minor alterations, this is a manifestation of the Chaos-god Arioch, in one of Michael Moorcock's "Eternal Warrior" novels. I'd be inclined to ask the OP if they ever read any Moorcock.Real Enough for Me, at Any Rate
The only demon I've ever encountered was in a nightmare I had 33 years ago. At least other people call it a nightmare. I don't know quite what to call it. All I know is that I wouldn't wish that "dream" on anybody this side of Adolf Hitler.
The "demon" was a gigantically and mostrously obese human baby, six feet tall even it its seated position. It was incredibly filthy and covered with flies, while other flies circled around it in festering love-orbits. (For it was given me to understand that these flies were human souls who had given themselves over utterly to the Baby.) The creature wore a bishop's mitre and held a bishop's crozier.
I was informed that I, too, could become one of those flies. All I had to do was to fall down on my knees in abject adoration and let the "Bishop" touch me with his crosier. (Hey, ain't that one hell of a deal?)
I tried to call on Jesus Christ, but my tongue had turned into a sausage in my mouth. I could croak out nothing more than "Tedus Ki! Tedus Ki!" (Voices around me whispered, "Listen! He still has faith in that moth-eaten old fairy tale!"
But "Tedus Ki" heard my prayer and I awoke in ped. My matress was so soaked in perspiration that water dripped from one corner.
A well-known and theologically erudite Christian Fortean, with whom I've discussed this experience in detail, suggests that I had "a real life visit from Bael-Ze-Bub."
Oh, lucky me!
But my main point is - no plastic horns, tail stuffed with old newspapers, dyed red longjohns, celluloid fangs, pruning fork and all the other costume shop accoutrements.
Interesting video!English goatman encounter. Ooh just look at those books in the background. They look good!
The book I could see was:
Yes the one next to it 'Adventures in Cryptozoology' is good as well. Apparently the author is a real hunk.