Kyle Jacob Biodrowski

What do you mean by the first sentence? If there is morality, there is the good and there is the evil. As to the second sentence, morality doesn't apply when one doesn't have a choice, or if one lacks the ability to choose.

You kept your word, thank you for that. I'll have to read Aristotle's Poetics and your other listed material soon. I have a winter break coming up which will give me plenty of time to work on my parables and other stories. It's easy to see that my parable was influenced by Rand; I found her work to be persuasive and powerful. She is probably the most influential writer I have ever read (so I guess it's to be expected that my work reflects her style). In fact, my next parable (which is nearing completion) has even more Randian inspired themes (with my own added charm, of course). There will be a good amount of universality in my next parable too.

Benevolence is not very Objectivist? I'm going to have a hard time believing that. Those Objectivists who look down on kindness are likely still associating kindness with altruism. The two should be firmly divorced.

Bossiness? I wasn't telling you how to answer. I recommended that you say this: Instead of this: In your post 31. Because the former is clearer. Also, feuding? Where were the feuds. Are you counting our little misunderstanding as a feud? Additionally, I thought you had forgotten about the parable. I'm about ready to release another story, but I am waiting for your comments.

You could have just said this instead of the section I quoted in my post 36. The quote in my post 36 can lead to a lot of incorrect inferences whereas the quote above this sentence is much clearer. I can see now that you were speaking of prejudice; I didn't know what you meant in the other quote. As to the "SLOPPERS who adhere to a bigoted mentality", well, I'll leave that dog to lay.

How exactly does a mind without a heart equal a thug. What do you mean by thug? Who is "they"?

With whom were you conversing? Are there ghost users I don't yet know about?

Homicidal violence against Michael Moore? I can dig it. But why waste your knife wielding skills on Moore. He is simply a cheer leader, in a sea of cheer leaders, calling for more guns and more boots on more throats. Why not go for The One? Well, he is highly guarded by a crack team of security officials. Honestly, I don't know how those security guys do it. They can't all agree with Obama, yet they are willing to step in front of a bullet for him. I couldn't give my life for a man who would destroy America if only the Republicans would humor him, as they often do anyway.

Sounds like an amazing story, all this guy needs is a romantic interest and it will be a story fit for the big screen. Where did you hear about this? It wouldn't surprise me if he did intend to lock some "dangerous" folks up, for the public good of course. When we have a totalitarian dictatorship. The Social Democrats had the same problem. They warned the citizens of the Weimar Republic about Hitler. They were subsequently branded as alarmists and reactionaries. They were unable to appreciate Hitler's "great vision". The youth of the Weimar Republic wanted to sprint to Hitler's dream, not continue the slow crawl the Social Democrats proposed. Hmm... sounds familiar. Keep in mind that Hitler and the Social Democrats only differed in degree, not in kind, on the kind of ideas they held.

But I would have built you such a nice cottage. Hmm.... If I won the lottery, I would visit my bullion dealer. I'd ask to see his most expensive gold coins (I'd just say I'm there to admire them). I'd then ask how much he wanted for them. He'd smirk and say: surely you can't afford them. I'd then pull out a couple thousand dollars and say: don't call me Shirley. A man must be bigger than his money. lol. You are a welcome addition to our elite community, Kyle. I'm guessing your mother's a Canadian. Cuhnaydeean? Isn't that some kind of bacon? No, my mother certainly is not a meat product. And I'm sure your father would say so also. Obviously you were brought up right. And thus it is written, after a merciless onslaught of quips, Kyle was left broken and speechless. No amount of back-peddling (see post 13) would undo the damage wrought by a so cunning and wise opponent. And although Kyle drew first blood, he was helpless in the face of the enormity known as "wit". It is said that, to this day, you can still hear Kyle's frantic typing as he tried, and failed, to develop a sufficient retort. He was never heard from again.

But I would have built you such a nice cottage. Hmm.... If I won the lottery, I would visit my bullion dealer. I'd ask to see his most expensive gold coins (I'd just say I'm there to admire them). I'd then ask how much he wanted for them. He'd smirk and say: surely you can't afford them. I'd then pull out a couple thousand dollars and say: don't call me Shirley. A man must be bigger than his money. lol. You are a welcome addition to our elite community, Kyle. I'm guessing your mother's a Canadian. Cuhnaydeean? Isn't that some kind of bacon? No, my mother certainly is not a meat product.

But I would have built you such a nice cottage. Hmm.... If I won the lottery, I would visit my bullion dealer. I'd ask to see his most expensive gold coins (I'd just say I'm there to admire them). I'd then ask how much he wanted for them. He'd smirk and say: surely you can't afford them. I'd then pull out a couple thousand dollars and say: don't call me Shirley. A man must be bigger than his money.

I doubt the democrats intend to make any substantial cuts to spending. Furthermore, in the long run, tax hikes would lessen the amount of "revenue" the government receives. Also, if taxes were raised, and spending was cut, what difference would that make? I doubt it would be nearly enough to turn the deficit into a surplus. The country has been circling the drain pipe for a while now, and I'm not sure if a comeback is possible given the current political climate.

Dat sarcasm. (Wretched, bitter sob)..Oh, what's the use? You reach for the stars, you slave on parodic technique while holding down a backbreaking job two hours a week, you don't expect much when your fate is to aspire to satire.... and all you get is sarcasm, sarcasm...not your fault Kyle, you are young...no, no, I'll be fine, I am fine, really. Just give me a minute. There, all better. Verbal irony, if you prefer.

I eagerly await your comments, Michael.

Stephen, Yep, a few people will find Manson...disturbing and crude (and loud). I'm not sure who would consider Queen anti-life (well maybe one person). "Headbanging" and "caterwauling" were intended to be a reference to the person who would find Manson beyond disgusting. A certain kiwi. Dat sarcasm.

Hmm... I'll have to think on that. Sheer sound, eh? Well then, I'll share with you one of the songs I like the most.

The "choppiness" may have just been part of the song. I'm not much of a Manson fan anymore, though I still like a few of his songs. I'm mostly into power/symphonic metal; I also listen to alternative rock on occasion. I'll have to check out the discussion. I put anti-life in quotes because I thought some people may consider that particular song anti-life even though I don't. The song is mostly centered on anti-bullying which I consider pro-life.

*Warning: Offensive content, headbanging, and caterwauling contained herein* I loved this song during my adolescence. Even now, at the beginning of my second decade of life, I still have a soft-spot for this song. I was wondering if anyone here has a particular "anti-life" song they like.

This is my first post here, and I thought I would post a short story of mine. I've posted this elsewhere, but I want a fresh opinion on it. Criticism is welcome and appreciated. Also, I know there are a few spelling and grammar errors in it; I didn't want to change it from the copy I posted elsewhere. The Puppy Parable The first streaks of light raced across the early morning sky. The empty streets, however, were still covered in a murky haze. John yawned lazily, reflecting on the night before, “Damn, what a night” he murmured. He gave his surroundings a quick look-over, seeing only empty streets, he continued walking. After a short-while, he heard a faint rustling sound. He closed in on the sound and ended up at the entrance of an alleyway. An open cardboard box is positioned in the alleyway and it appeared to be …. moving. John cautiously entered the alley and peers into the box only to be greeted by the sight of a litter of puppies, happily playing inside it. Suddenly, an old man appeared in front of him. John, astonished, jumped back, fearing that he is about to be mugged. The old man raised his hands to show that he was unarmed. John had never seen a man, let alone an old man, like this before. He looked … odd. He wasn’t crouched and lurching; he moved with a brisk gait and stood tall and proud. His blue eyes glimmered with wisdom, his wrinkled skin, not showcasing weariness, but experience. He smiled at John. A grandfatherly smile, John thought. “Who are you?” John asked. The old man continued to smile. He bent down, reaching into the box, to delicately retrieve a pup. “Do you want one?” The old man queried. John, still somewhat shocked by his appearance, stammered “What?” “Do you want a puppy? I know he doesn’t look like much now, but if you care for him, feed him, and train him, he will grow to love you. He will be your guardian and protect you from those who wish to do you harm.” John, finally recovered from his initial shock, considered the proposal. “I guess I could use some protection.” The old man handed him the puppy. “Before you go, I must warn you” The old man’s voice growing stern, but still kind. “Only use this pup to fend off aggressors, never use it to act out your own aggression.” John nodded and, hurriedly, walked out of the alley. Over time, the puppy grew. Its limbs became strong, its teeth, sharp, yet it only possessed a rudimentary intelligence. It needed John to guide it to its proper function. One warm morning, John decided to take a stroll with his dog. While walking past an alley, he was attacked by two knife-wielding thugs. John, paralyzed by fear, froze. His dog, however, sprang into action, and made quick work of the thugs. A few others had heard the commotion and went to investigate. They were greeted with the sight of a triumphant beast and a shaken owner. It was time to use the dog for its proper purpose, as a safeguard of human life against its destroyers. Those who had witnessed the dog’s prowess also gathered around John and his guardian for protection. John, along with his new companions, built a flourishing city. Every man and woman worked without fear that the fruits of their labor would be stolen by thugs, and they all prospered. Word spread of a safe and prosperous city, and more people came seeking a life free from tyranny in this burgeoning city. But this prosperity brought another kind of creature. One afternoon, a group of citizens went to John with a few concerns. They suggested he use the dog to obtain goods by force. John, severely offended, immediately refused, but eventually gave in to their pressuring. They assured him that he was embarking on a great social good. He was uncertain, but accepted their demands. As the goods were seized, the demands grew larger and larger. Soon there was more demand for goods than there were goods. John decided to put a stop to this but the group would not have it. The dog was seized, and John was left helpless. The sun was setting on the once prosperous city. In the darkening gloom, John heard the dog snarling and saw the smiling faces of the group. They were talking too him, but he didn’t hear a word. His last thoughts were of the old man, he pictured the old man smiling, though the smile wasn’t joyful. The old man said: “The dog is under new ownership. You fed the dog, and loosened its leash, and now you are its next meal.”