Economics not bicycle tech

On 4/4/2020 8:11 PM, John B. wrote:
On Sat, 4 Apr 2020 08:17:44 -0700 (PDT), Tom Kunich
wrote:

On Saturday, April 4, 2020 at 4:27:30 AM UTC-7, Andre Jute wrote:
On Saturday, April 4, 2020 at 2:23:07 AM UTC+1, John B. wrote:
On Fri, 3 Apr 2020 07:21:53 -0700 (PDT), Tom Kunich
wrote:

On Friday, April 3, 2020 at 2:43:02 AM UTC-7, Andre Jute wrote:
On Saturday, March 28, 2020 at 5:18:13 AM UTC, John B. wrote:

Is knee breaking what Marxism is all about?

No, you dim dingbat, Marxism is about scrambling eggs, and we have that on the authority of V. I. Ulyanov himself. Since you're likely to know even less Russian than you know about anything else, scrambling eggs is Russian vernacular for breaking balls. Come back when you've googled Vladimir Iliych.

Andre Jute
Hey, and maybe you can tell us how people knew he had syphilis.

PS you should probably look up "vernacular" too, so that you don't make an even bigger fool of yourself.

I don't think that John is a fool so much as someone that feels left behind by time. He is trying to be modern by being one of the crowd. And since he and Frank make up most of "the crowd" he is in deep **** and doesn't even know it.

I really think that you and your buddy, the bloke that was said, "to
lack any socially redeeming qualities",

That's the problem with wannabe net bullies nipping at the ankles of their betters: Short Johnny Slo wants to hand it out but he can't take it, which is why he is now too frightened even to name me. That's smart, Short Johnny, because I do adversarial polemics for a rich living, and you're just the sort of deplorable that crunches nicely underfoot. Don't worry. By the next day I'll have forgotten your name.

are either confused or lying,

Oh, no, we're never confused, and we don't need to lie when the evidence of your vicious attempts at bullying litter the pavements of RBT like so many turds dropped by the homeless.

frankly I think that the latter is most likely,

Prove it, Short Johnny Slo.

as I never wrote any
of the above

Really? Who wrote it then if not you? Why should anyone want to impersonate a clown as insignificant as you?

that y'all appear to have attributed to me.

Really? There's no need to "attribute" anything to you when you are so careless about who knows, from your own writing, standing on Google for eternity, that you're an especially nasty class of scum.

Desperation appears to have reared it's ugly head

"reared it's ugly head"? D'you mind leaving off the cliches, Slow Johnny? They hurt my feelings, and when my feelings are hurt I react unpredictably. Also, "it's" stands for "it is", not the possessive; don't perpetrate that solecism upon the beloved language again, or I'll conclude that you don't listen too well and need a lesson taught.

when you have to
resort to lying to disparage someone.

Nah, if I expose something about you, for instance that you're a transvestite, I'll make it stick; that was why I was paid seven-figure sums in advertising. Whatever makes you think that people like Tom and me aren't already inside your head, Short Johnny? You're just a number, man, way down the list of numbers; there's nothing exceptional about you to distinguish you from the other cocky little men who tried to take out their resentments on those brighter than they are. Go look up Henry Pasternak, who thought I looked like easy meat: twenty years after I put him down and he ran, he still whines from behind a firewall that I labelled him, forever, Pompass Plodnick; this is a man who used to brag he had a master's degree from Stanford. You're out of your league, little man. You should run immediately, because from now on, every time I notice you, I'm going to kick you like a little dog yapping around my ankles. Pasternack said I was fearless and pitiless, which is true but
irrelevant because I can afford to be both; the generally stupid Krygowski proved to be more observant when he sneered that I perseve you should consider what happens to you when a boss psychologist who cannot be stopped focusses even a small fraction of his attention permanently on you. (Nope, the answer isn't fame at last, it is a drip-drip of pain dissolving your marrow.) As I said, the day after you break, I won't even remember your name -- nothing personal, just business, my business, which is magnanimously showing a wannabe, you, how it is done by someone competent, me, for which I expect gratitude. Like my granny said, noblesse oblige imposes obligations and if the peasants aren't appropriately grateful, you didn't kick them hard enough.

--
cheers,

John B.

Tell me something, shortass. Do you believe suffering from Duck's Disease automatically means you have to be stupid and reckless as well? The question arises because you appear to be both, and it is foolish beyond belief for a nobody like you to put himself into the face of a professional polemicist, what's more on the internet, a wordsmith's dream medium.

Andre Jute
Darwin's Little Helper

His eighty-year old buddy turned to John:

'So I hear you're getting married?'
'Yep!'
'Do I know her?
'Nope!'
'This woman, is she good looking?'
'Not really.'
'Is she a good cook?'
'Naw, she can't cook too well.'
'Does she have lots of money?'
'Nope! Poor as a church mouse.'
'Well, then, is she good in bed?'
'I don't know.'
'Why in the world do you want to marry her then?'
'Because she can still drive!'

This is the guy commenting on a bicycle group.

Nice one Tommy... except that I've been married to the same woman
since 1971.

Can you say the same?
--
cheers,

John B.


'For every room in heaven, there's one just like it in hell
for someone else.'

--
Andrew Muzi
www.yellowjersey.org/
Open every day since 1 April, 1971

Andre Jute writes:

On Sunday, April 5, 2020 at 1:48:23 AM UTC+1, Radey Shouman wrote:
Andre Jute writes:

On Saturday, April 4, 2020 at 4:17:47 PM UTC+1, Tom Kunich wrote:
On Saturday, April 4, 2020 at 4:27:30 AM UTC-7, Andre Jute wrote:
On Saturday, April 4, 2020 at 2:23:07 AM UTC+1, John B. wrote:
On Fri, 3 Apr 2020 07:21:53 -0700 (PDT), Tom Kunich
wrote:

On Friday, April 3, 2020 at 2:43:02 AM UTC-7, Andre Jute wrote:
On Saturday, March 28, 2020 at 5:18:13 AM UTC, John B. wrote:

Is knee breaking what Marxism is all about?

No, you dim dingbat, Marxism is about scrambling eggs, and we
have that on the authority of V. I. Ulyanov himself. Since
you're likely to know even less Russian than you know about
anything else, scrambling eggs is Russian vernacular for
breaking balls. Come back when you've googled Vladimir
Iliych.

Andre Jute
Hey, and maybe you can tell us how people knew he had syphilis.

PS you should probably look up "vernacular" too, so that you
don't make an even bigger fool of yourself.

I don't think that John is a fool so much as someone that feels
left behind by time. He is trying to be modern by being one of
the crowd. And since he and Frank make up most of "the crowd"
he is in deep **** and doesn't even know it.

I really think that you and your buddy, the bloke that was said, "to
lack any socially redeeming qualities",

That's the problem with wannabe net bullies nipping at the ankles
of their betters: Short Johnny Slo wants to hand it out but he
can't take it, which is why he is now too frightened even to name
me. That's smart, Short Johnny, because I do adversarial polemics
for a rich living, and you're just the sort of deplorable that
crunches nicely underfoot. Don't worry. By the next day I'll have
forgotten your name.

are either confused or lying,

Oh, no, we're never confused, and we don't need to lie when the
evidence of your vicious attempts at bullying litter the pavements
of RBT like so many turds dropped by the homeless.

frankly I think that the latter is most likely,

Prove it, Short Johnny Slo.

as I never wrote any
of the above

Really? Who wrote it then if not you? Why should anyone want to
impersonate a clown as insignificant as you?

that y'all appear to have attributed to me.

Really? There's no need to "attribute" anything to you when you
are so careless about who knows, from your own writing, standing
on Google for eternity, that you're an especially nasty class of
scum.

Desperation appears to have reared it's ugly head

"reared it's ugly head"? D'you mind leaving off the cliches, Slow
Johnny? They hurt my feelings, and when my feelings are hurt I
react unpredictably. Also, "it's" stands for "it is", not the
possessive; don't perpetrate that solecism upon the beloved
language again, or I'll conclude that you don't listen too well
and need a lesson taught.

when you have to
resort to lying to disparage someone.

Nah, if I expose something about you, for instance that you're a
transvestite, I'll make it stick; that was why I was paid
seven-figure sums in advertising. Whatever makes you think that
people like Tom and me aren't already inside your head, Short
Johnny? You're just a number, man, way down the list of numbers;
there's nothing exceptional about you to distinguish you from the
other cocky little men who tried to take out their resentments on
those brighter than they are. Go look up Henry Pasternak, who
thought I looked like easy meat: twenty years after I put him down
and he ran, he still whines from behind a firewall that I labelled
him, forever, Pompass Plodnick; this is a man who used to brag he
had a master's degree from Stanford. You're out of your league,
little man. You should run immediately, because from now on, every
time I notice you, I'm going to kick you like a little dog yapping
around my ankles. Pasternack said I was fearless and pitiless,
which is true but irrelevant because I can afford to be both; the
generally stupid Krygowski proved to be more observant when he
sneered that I perseve you should consider what happens to you
when a boss psychologist who cannot be stopped focusses even a
small fraction of his attention permanently on you. (Nope, the
answer isn't fame at last, it is a drip-drip of pain dissolving
your marrow.) As I said, the day after you break, I won't even
remember your name -- nothing personal, just business, my
business, which is magnanimously showing a wannabe, you, how it is
done by someone competent, me, for which I expect gratitude. Like
my granny said, noblesse oblige imposes obligations and if the
peasants aren't appropriately grateful, you didn't kick them hard
enough.

--
cheers,

John B.

Tell me something, shortass. Do you believe suffering from Duck's
Disease automatically means you have to be stupid and reckless as
well? The question arises because you appear to be both, and it is
foolish beyond belief for a nobody like you to put himself into
the face of a professional polemicist, what's more on the
internet, a wordsmith's dream medium.

Andre Jute
Darwin's Little Helper

His eighty-year old buddy turned to John:

'So I hear you're getting married?'
'Yep!'
'Do I know her?
'Nope!'
'This woman, is she good looking?'
'Not really.'
'Is she a good cook?'
'Naw, she can't cook too well.'
'Does she have lots of money?'
'Nope! Poor as a church mouse.'
'Well, then, is she good in bed?'
'I don't know.'
'Why in the world do you want to marry her then?'
'Because she can still drive!'

This is the guy commenting on a bicycle group.

Not to mention on bicyclists who cycle further in a day than Slow
Johnny does in a month. What a ******. -- AJ

I hope I do half as well as John B. if and when I manage to reach his age.

You should specify in which regard, Radey, or trim the post sequence
so we know what you're responding to. As it is, we can easily mistake
your response as a desire to be an odious bully, just like Slow Johnny
Shortass. Given the nasty air on RBT, where every casual utterance is
given the worst possible interpretation by the resident scum,
including by the outright liar John B. Slocombe, you can't count on
anyone's goodwill or even Occam's Razor.

In which regard? In being a congenial poster, for one.

On Sunday, April 5, 2020 at 6:02:09 PM UTC+1, Radey Shouman wrote:
Andre Jute writes:

On Sunday, April 5, 2020 at 1:48:23 AM UTC+1, Radey Shouman wrote:
Andre Jute writes:

On Saturday, April 4, 2020 at 4:17:47 PM UTC+1, Tom Kunich wrote:
On Saturday, April 4, 2020 at 4:27:30 AM UTC-7, Andre Jute wrote:
On Saturday, April 4, 2020 at 2:23:07 AM UTC+1, John B. wrote:
On Fri, 3 Apr 2020 07:21:53 -0700 (PDT), Tom Kunich
wrote:

On Friday, April 3, 2020 at 2:43:02 AM UTC-7, Andre Jute wrote:
On Saturday, March 28, 2020 at 5:18:13 AM UTC, John B. wrote:

Is knee breaking what Marxism is all about?

No, you dim dingbat, Marxism is about scrambling eggs, and we
have that on the authority of V. I. Ulyanov himself. Since
you're likely to know even less Russian than you know about
anything else, scrambling eggs is Russian vernacular for
breaking balls. Come back when you've googled Vladimir
Iliych.

Andre Jute
Hey, and maybe you can tell us how people knew he had syphilis.

PS you should probably look up "vernacular" too, so that you
don't make an even bigger fool of yourself.

I don't think that John is a fool so much as someone that feels
left behind by time. He is trying to be modern by being one of
the crowd. And since he and Frank make up most of "the crowd"
he is in deep **** and doesn't even know it.

I really think that you and your buddy, the bloke that was said, "to
lack any socially redeeming qualities",

That's the problem with wannabe net bullies nipping at the ankles
of their betters: Short Johnny Slo wants to hand it out but he
can't take it, which is why he is now too frightened even to name
me. That's smart, Short Johnny, because I do adversarial polemics
for a rich living, and you're just the sort of deplorable that
crunches nicely underfoot. Don't worry. By the next day I'll have
forgotten your name.

are either confused or lying,

Oh, no, we're never confused, and we don't need to lie when the
evidence of your vicious attempts at bullying litter the pavements
of RBT like so many turds dropped by the homeless.

frankly I think that the latter is most likely,

Prove it, Short Johnny Slo.

as I never wrote any
of the above

Really? Who wrote it then if not you? Why should anyone want to
impersonate a clown as insignificant as you?

that y'all appear to have attributed to me.

Really? There's no need to "attribute" anything to you when you
are so careless about who knows, from your own writing, standing
on Google for eternity, that you're an especially nasty class of
scum.

Desperation appears to have reared it's ugly head

"reared it's ugly head"? D'you mind leaving off the cliches, Slow
Johnny? They hurt my feelings, and when my feelings are hurt I
react unpredictably. Also, "it's" stands for "it is", not the
possessive; don't perpetrate that solecism upon the beloved
language again, or I'll conclude that you don't listen too well
and need a lesson taught.

when you have to
resort to lying to disparage someone.

Nah, if I expose something about you, for instance that you're a
transvestite, I'll make it stick; that was why I was paid
seven-figure sums in advertising. Whatever makes you think that
people like Tom and me aren't already inside your head, Short
Johnny? You're just a number, man, way down the list of numbers;
there's nothing exceptional about you to distinguish you from the
other cocky little men who tried to take out their resentments on
those brighter than they are. Go look up Henry Pasternak, who
thought I looked like easy meat: twenty years after I put him down
and he ran, he still whines from behind a firewall that I labelled
him, forever, Pompass Plodnick; this is a man who used to brag he
had a master's degree from Stanford. You're out of your league,
little man. You should run immediately, because from now on, every
time I notice you, I'm going to kick you like a little dog yapping
around my ankles. Pasternack said I was fearless and pitiless,
which is true but irrelevant because I can afford to be both; the
generally stupid Krygowski proved to be more observant when he
sneered that I perseve you should consider what happens to you
when a boss psychologist who cannot be stopped focusses even a
small fraction of his attention permanently on you. (Nope, the
answer isn't fame at last, it is a drip-drip of pain dissolving
your marrow.) As I said, the day after you break, I won't even
remember your name -- nothing personal, just business, my
business, which is magnanimously showing a wannabe, you, how it is
done by someone competent, me, for which I expect gratitude. Like
my granny said, noblesse oblige imposes obligations and if the
peasants aren't appropriately grateful, you didn't kick them hard
enough.

--
cheers,

John B.

Tell me something, shortass. Do you believe suffering from Duck's
Disease automatically means you have to be stupid and reckless as
well? The question arises because you appear to be both, and it is
foolish beyond belief for a nobody like you to put himself into
the face of a professional polemicist, what's more on the
internet, a wordsmith's dream medium.

Andre Jute
Darwin's Little Helper

His eighty-year old buddy turned to John:

'So I hear you're getting married?'
'Yep!'
'Do I know her?
'Nope!'
'This woman, is she good looking?'
'Not really.'
'Is she a good cook?'
'Naw, she can't cook too well.'
'Does she have lots of money?'
'Nope! Poor as a church mouse.'
'Well, then, is she good in bed?'
'I don't know.'
'Why in the world do you want to marry her then?'
'Because she can still drive!'

This is the guy commenting on a bicycle group.

Not to mention on bicyclists who cycle further in a day than Slow
Johnny does in a month. What a ******. -- AJ

I hope I do half as well as John B. if and when I manage to reach his age.

You should specify in which regard, Radey, or trim the post sequence
so we know what you're responding to. As it is, we can easily mistake
your response as a desire to be an odious bully, just like Slow Johnny
Shortass. Given the nasty air on RBT, where every casual utterance is
given the worst possible interpretation by the resident scum,
including by the outright liar John B. Slocombe, you can't count on
anyone's goodwill or even Occam's Razor.

In which regard? In being a congenial poster, for one.

You find Slow Johnny's hounding of another poster congenial? Include me out, sport. -- Andre Jute

On Sunday, April 5, 2020 at 5:11:35 PM UTC+1, AMuzi wrote:
On 4/4/2020 8:11 PM, John B. wrote:
On Sat, 4 Apr 2020 08:17:44 -0700 (PDT), Tom Kunich
wrote:

On Saturday, April 4, 2020 at 4:27:30 AM UTC-7, Andre Jute wrote:
On Saturday, April 4, 2020 at 2:23:07 AM UTC+1, John B. wrote:
On Fri, 3 Apr 2020 07:21:53 -0700 (PDT), Tom Kunich
wrote:

On Friday, April 3, 2020 at 2:43:02 AM UTC-7, Andre Jute wrote:
On Saturday, March 28, 2020 at 5:18:13 AM UTC, John B. wrote:

Is knee breaking what Marxism is all about?

No, you dim dingbat, Marxism is about scrambling eggs, and we have that on the authority of V. I. Ulyanov himself. Since you're likely to know even less Russian than you know about anything else, scrambling eggs is Russian vernacular for breaking balls. Come back when you've googled Vladimir Iliych.

Andre Jute
Hey, and maybe you can tell us how people knew he had syphilis.

PS you should probably look up "vernacular" too, so that you don't make an even bigger fool of yourself.

I don't think that John is a fool so much as someone that feels left behind by time. He is trying to be modern by being one of the crowd. And since he and Frank make up most of "the crowd" he is in deep **** and doesn't even know it.

I really think that you and your buddy, the bloke that was said, "to
lack any socially redeeming qualities",

That's the problem with wannabe net bullies nipping at the ankles of their betters: Short Johnny Slo wants to hand it out but he can't take it, which is why he is now too frightened even to name me. That's smart, Short Johnny, because I do adversarial polemics for a rich living, and you're just the sort of deplorable that crunches nicely underfoot. Don't worry. By the next day I'll have forgotten your name.

are either confused or lying,

Oh, no, we're never confused, and we don't need to lie when the evidence of your vicious attempts at bullying litter the pavements of RBT like so many turds dropped by the homeless.

frankly I think that the latter is most likely,

Prove it, Short Johnny Slo.

as I never wrote any
of the above

Really? Who wrote it then if not you? Why should anyone want to impersonate a clown as insignificant as you?

that y'all appear to have attributed to me.

Really? There's no need to "attribute" anything to you when you are so careless about who knows, from your own writing, standing on Google for eternity, that you're an especially nasty class of scum.

Desperation appears to have reared it's ugly head

"reared it's ugly head"? D'you mind leaving off the cliches, Slow Johnny? They hurt my feelings, and when my feelings are hurt I react unpredictably. Also, "it's" stands for "it is", not the possessive; don't perpetrate that solecism upon the beloved language again, or I'll conclude that you don't listen too well and need a lesson taught.

when you have to
resort to lying to disparage someone.

Nah, if I expose something about you, for instance that you're a transvestite, I'll make it stick; that was why I was paid seven-figure sums in advertising. Whatever makes you think that people like Tom and me aren't already inside your head, Short Johnny? You're just a number, man, way down the list of numbers; there's nothing exceptional about you to distinguish you from the other cocky little men who tried to take out their resentments on those brighter than they are. Go look up Henry Pasternak, who thought I looked like easy meat: twenty years after I put him down and he ran, he still whines from behind a firewall that I labelled him, forever, Pompass Plodnick; this is a man who used to brag he had a master's degree from Stanford. You're out of your league, little man. You should run immediately, because from now on, every time I notice you, I'm going to kick you like a little dog yapping around my ankles. Pasternack said I was fearless and pitiless, which is true but
irrelevant because I can afford to be both; the generally stupid Krygowski proved to be more observant when he sneered that I perseve you should consider what happens to you when a boss psychologist who cannot be stopped focusses even a small fraction of his attention permanently on you. (Nope, the answer isn't fame at last, it is a drip-drip of pain dissolving your marrow.) As I said, the day after you break, I won't even remember your name -- nothing personal, just business, my business, which is magnanimously showing a wannabe, you, how it is done by someone competent, me, for which I expect gratitude. Like my granny said, noblesse oblige imposes obligations and if the peasants aren't appropriately grateful, you didn't kick them hard enough.

--
cheers,

John B.

Tell me something, shortass. Do you believe suffering from Duck's Disease automatically means you have to be stupid and reckless as well? The question arises because you appear to be both, and it is foolish beyond belief for a nobody like you to put himself into the face of a professional polemicist, what's more on the internet, a wordsmith's dream medium.

Andre Jute
Darwin's Little Helper

His eighty-year old buddy turned to John:

'So I hear you're getting married?'
'Yep!'
'Do I know her?
'Nope!'
'This woman, is she good looking?'
'Not really.'
'Is she a good cook?'
'Naw, she can't cook too well.'
'Does she have lots of money?'
'Nope! Poor as a church mouse.'
'Well, then, is she good in bed?'
'I don't know.'
'Why in the world do you want to marry her then?'
'Because she can still drive!'

This is the guy commenting on a bicycle group.

Nice one Tommy... except that I've been married to the same woman
since 1971.

Can you say the same?
--
cheers,

John B.


'For every room in heaven, there's one just like it in hell
for someone else.'

--
Andrew Muzi
www.yellowjersey.org/
Open every day since 1 April, 1971

I've always pictured Hell as an overcrowded place, like the pavements of Calcutta or San Francisco, which, considering the infinity of eternity, is a worse punishment than being alone in an overheated room. Not to kibbutz, but following the logic, Hell must therefore have fewer rooms than Heaven.

Andre Jute
Rational

On Mon, 6 Apr 2020 04:20:56 -0700 (PDT), Andre Jute
wrote:
I've always pictured Hell as an overcrowded place, like the
pavements of Calcutta or San Francisco, which, considering
the infinity of eternity, is a worse punishment than being
alone in an overheated room. Not to kibbutz, but following
the logic, Hell must therefore have fewer rooms than Heaven.

Andre Jute
Rational

Agreed. It's simple geometry.

Hell is generally considered to be below ground, somewhere near the
center of the planet as in Dante's Inferno:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Inferno_(Dante)
Heaven is located somewhere above the clouds, as indicated by numerous
illustrations showing the gods walking around on clouds. On a sphere,
the available surface area increases with the cube of the altitude or
depth. Therefore, there is far more available space above the clouds
as there might be in some manner of a hollow earth hell.

Hell would also have some problem meeting modern building code
standards. If hell were built in the cavernous manner found in many
illustrations, we would be dealing with a large number of sink holes,
foundation failures, and possibly draining the oceans through the
entry portals:
https://www.google.com/search?tbm=isch&q=hell
If hell were excavated, there's also the question of where are the
spoil piles?

I'm not sure of the exact size of the soul, but if it's proportional
to the common inflated ego, there's likely to be insufficient
underground space to construct a suitable hell. Since heaven has more
space and is lacking in financial experts, most of which seem to end
up in hell, it would be profitable to lease some of the extra space
found in heaven, to deal with the overcrowding in hell.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Limbo


--
Jeff Liebermann
150 Felker St #D http://www.LearnByDestroying.com
Santa Cruz CA 95060 http://802.11junk.com
Skype: JeffLiebermann AE6KS 831-336-2558

Jeff Liebermann writes:

On Mon, 6 Apr 2020 04:20:56 -0700 (PDT), Andre Jute
wrote:
I've always pictured Hell as an overcrowded place, like the
pavements of Calcutta or San Francisco, which, considering
the infinity of eternity, is a worse punishment than being
alone in an overheated room. Not to kibbutz, but following
the logic, Hell must therefore have fewer rooms than Heaven.

Andre Jute
Rational

Agreed. It's simple geometry.

Hell is generally considered to be below ground, somewhere near the
center of the planet as in Dante's Inferno:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Inferno_(Dante)
Heaven is located somewhere above the clouds, as indicated by numerous
illustrations showing the gods walking around on clouds. On a sphere,
the available surface area increases with the cube of the altitude or
depth. Therefore, there is far more available space above the clouds
as there might be in some manner of a hollow earth hell.

I beg to differ: The area of a sphere is 4 pi r^2.

On 4/6/2020 1:15 PM, Jeff Liebermann wrote:
On Mon, 6 Apr 2020 04:20:56 -0700 (PDT), Andre Jute
wrote:
I've always pictured Hell as an overcrowded place, like the
pavements of Calcutta or San Francisco, which, considering
the infinity of eternity, is a worse punishment than being
alone in an overheated room. Not to kibbutz, but following
the logic, Hell must therefore have fewer rooms than Heaven.

Andre Jute
Rational

Agreed. It's simple geometry.

Hell is generally considered to be below ground, somewhere near the
center of the planet as in Dante's Inferno:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Inferno_(Dante)
Heaven is located somewhere above the clouds, as indicated by numerous
illustrations showing the gods walking around on clouds. On a sphere,
the available surface area increases with the cube of the altitude or
depth. Therefore, there is far more available space above the clouds
as there might be in some manner of a hollow earth hell.

Hell would also have some problem meeting modern building code
standards. If hell were built in the cavernous manner found in many
illustrations, we would be dealing with a large number of sink holes,
foundation failures, and possibly draining the oceans through the
entry portals:
https://www.google.com/search?tbm=isch&q=hell
If hell were excavated, there's also the question of where are the
spoil piles?

I'm not sure of the exact size of the soul, but if it's proportional
to the common inflated ego, there's likely to be insufficient
underground space to construct a suitable hell. Since heaven has more
space and is lacking in financial experts, most of which seem to end
up in hell, it would be profitable to lease some of the extra space
found in heaven, to deal with the overcrowding in hell.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Limbo



Where would you expect to find the fun girls?

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On Monday, April 6, 2020 at 7:15:50 PM UTC+1, Jeff Liebermann wrote:
On Mon, 6 Apr 2020 04:20:56 -0700 (PDT), Andre Jute
wrote:
I've always pictured Hell as an overcrowded place, like the
pavements of Calcutta or San Francisco, which, considering
the infinity of eternity, is a worse punishment than being
alone in an overheated room. Not to kibbutz, but following
the logic, Hell must therefore have fewer rooms than Heaven.

Andre Jute
Rational

Agreed. It's simple geometry.

Hell is generally considered to be below ground, somewhere near the
center of the planet as in Dante's Inferno:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Inferno_(Dante)
Heaven is located somewhere above the clouds, as indicated by numerous
illustrations showing the gods walking around on clouds. On a sphere,
the available surface area increases with the cube of the altitude or
depth. Therefore, there is far more available space above the clouds
as there might be in some manner of a hollow earth hell.

I was relying on John 14:2 which reads, from memory, "In my father's house are many mansions," with "mansion" being translated in modern vernacular versions as "rooms", rather than on geometry but, as you say, the result is the same. The "rational" tagline was a red herring but turns out spot on.

Hell would also have some problem meeting modern building code
standards. If hell were built in the cavernous manner found in many
illustrations, we would be dealing with a large number of sink holes,
foundation failures, and possibly draining the oceans through the
entry portals:
https://www.google.com/search?tbm=isch&q=hell
If hell were excavated, there's also the question of where are the
spoil piles?

Those images of hell you posted a link to makes me wonder if Hell hasn't been moved on to an undisclosed location by Health & Safety.

I'm not sure of the exact size of the soul, but if it's proportional
to the common inflated ego, there's likely to be insufficient
underground space to construct a suitable hell. Since heaven has more
space and is lacking in financial experts, most of which seem to end
up in hell, it would be profitable to lease some of the extra space
found in heaven, to deal with the overcrowding in hell.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Limbo

That it hasn't happened yet proves only that people too smart for their own good usually end up in the hot place.

--
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Thanks for the giggle, Jeff.

Andre Jute
Calvinist. My place is reserved. But, just in case, I'm also chummy with the Papal Nuncio, the Archbishop, the Chief Rabbi, and an imam my halal butcher knows.

On Monday, April 6, 2020 at 8:25:12 PM UTC+1, AMuzi wrote:
On 4/6/2020 1:15 PM, Jeff Liebermann wrote:
On Mon, 6 Apr 2020 04:20:56 -0700 (PDT), Andre Jute
wrote:
I've always pictured Hell as an overcrowded place, like the
pavements of Calcutta or San Francisco, which, considering
the infinity of eternity, is a worse punishment than being
alone in an overheated room. Not to kibbutz, but following
the logic, Hell must therefore have fewer rooms than Heaven.

Andre Jute
Rational

Agreed. It's simple geometry.

Hell is generally considered to be below ground, somewhere near the
center of the planet as in Dante's Inferno:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Inferno_(Dante)
Heaven is located somewhere above the clouds, as indicated by numerous
illustrations showing the gods walking around on clouds. On a sphere,
the available surface area increases with the cube of the altitude or
depth. Therefore, there is far more available space above the clouds
as there might be in some manner of a hollow earth hell.

Hell would also have some problem meeting modern building code
standards. If hell were built in the cavernous manner found in many
illustrations, we would be dealing with a large number of sink holes,
foundation failures, and possibly draining the oceans through the
entry portals:
https://www.google.com/search?tbm=isch&q=hell
If hell were excavated, there's also the question of where are the
spoil piles?

I'm not sure of the exact size of the soul, but if it's proportional
to the common inflated ego, there's likely to be insufficient
underground space to construct a suitable hell. Since heaven has more
space and is lacking in financial experts, most of which seem to end
up in hell, it would be profitable to lease some of the extra space
found in heaven, to deal with the overcrowding in hell.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Limbo



Where would you expect to find the fun girls?

--
Andrew Muzi
www.yellowjersey.org/
Open every day since 1 April, 1971

I decline to answer on the ground that answering may incriminate me. -- AJ

On Sunday, April 5, 2020 at 11:11:35 AM UTC-5, AMuzi wrote:

'For every room in heaven, there's one just like it in hell
for someone else.'

--
Andrew Muzi
www.yellowjersey.org/
Open every day since 1 April, 1971

Not sure how to interpret this. Does it mean the rooms in heaven are really, really bad? Or the rooms in hell are really, really good? And your statement implies an exact 50/50 split between heaven and hell. 1 out of 2 are going to burn in hell. And the other half are going to be happy in heaven. Based on my observations over the years, I can believe the amount going to hell. But 50% gong to heaven seems too optimistic.