Hail The Flying Spaghetti Monster! Any other Pastafarians on GLP?

Yeah Baby

I thought spaghetti grew on trees in Napoli?

Awesome! I'm on my way to becoming a Church Pastar!

Mods need to pin this!

I've been touched by his noodly appendage.

That was in the Garden of Eden. The serpent was really the spaghetti monster hiding in the tree, and he gave Eve one of his delicious meatballs (not an apple as you have been made to believe).

Pastafarians are 99% humorless shitbags.

Just saying.

Dok,
Has been to veganza.

I too was touched by his noodly appendage.

As good as any other god whatever they are called.

Ra-men my FSM brothers and sisters. I demand my religion of the noodly appendage be taught in schools in all 50 states. Its only fair.

LOL bring it on!

There are many impastas...but only one flying spaghetti monster.

Yes, ye shall know them by their meatballs...

I have not once seen an Italian flag here on GLP... ('til now prolly)

I demand that all school districts allow for moments of silent noodle caressing, I don't care who this makes uncomfortable. It's my RIGHT, dam it!

LOL

I was sexually abused by the spagetti monster....I don't want to talk about it....

Since this keeps coming up from political Marxist it will be presented yet again.


Here is a quote from the Encyclopedia Britannica concerning the testimony of the many independent secular accounts of Jesus of Nazareth: "These independent accounts prove that in ancient times even the opponents of Christianity never doubted the historicity of Jesus, which was disputed for the first time and on inadequate grounds by several authors at the end of the 18th, during the 19th, and at the beginning of the 20th centuries."
[link to www.thedevineevidence.com]



The Evidence for the Existence of Jesus

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CORNELIUS TACITUS (55 - 120 A.D.) Tacitus was a 1st and 2nd century Roman historian who lived through the reigns of over half a dozen Roman emperors. Considered one of the greatest historians of ancient Rome, Tacitus verifies the Biblical account of Jesus' execution at the hands of Pontius Pilate who governed Judea from 26-36 A.D. during the reign of Tiberius.

"Christus, the founder of the [Christian] name, was put to death by Pontius Pilate, procurator of Judea in the reign of Tiberius. But the pernicious superstition, repressed for a time, broke out again, not only through Judea, where the mischief originated, but through the city of Rome also." Annals XV, 44
[link to www.perseus.tufts.edu]

What this passage reveals and how it confirms the Biblical account:

-Jesus did exist

-Jesus was the founder of Christianity

-Jesus was put to death by Pilate

-Christianity originated in Judea (With Jesus)

-Christianity later spread to Rome (Through the Apostles and Evangelists)

Because of his position as a professional historian and not as a commentator Tacitus referenced government records over Christian testimony. There is not a surviving copy of Tacitus' Annals that does not contain this passage. There is no verifiable evidence of tampering of any kind in this passage. It simply provides evidence of Jesus' existence (a topic not debated at this point in history) and not his divinity.
[link to www.thedevineevidence.com]

with or without asagio cheese?

stimmt

Hehehe.

The word of God is God. Pasta !

thanks op. now im hungry. prick.

How many here will admit that they've been.. "macaroni clubbing?" i'm just asking for a show of hands.



Macaroni (fashion)

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"The Macaroni. A real Character at the late Masquerade", mezzotint by Philip Dawe, 1773
"What is this my Son Tom", 1774A macaroni (or formerly maccaroni (OED),[1] in mid-18th-century England, was a fashionable fellow who dressed and even spoke in an outlandishly affected and epicene manner. The term pejoratively referred to a man who "exceeded the ordinary bounds of fashion"[2] in terms of clothes, fastidious eating and gambling. Like a practitioner of macaronic verse, which mixed together English and Latin to comic effect, he mixed Continental affectations with his English nature, laying himself open to satire:

"There is indeed a kind of animal, neither male nor female, a thing of the neuter gender, lately [1770] started up among us. It is called a macaroni. It talks without meaning, it smiles without pleasantry, it eats without appetite, it rides without exercise, it wenches without passion.[3]

Young men who had been to Italy on the Grand Tour adopted the Italian word maccherone — a boorish fool in Italian — and said that anything that was fashionable or à la mode was 'very maccaroni'.[4] Horace Walpole wrote to a friend in 1764 of "the Macaroni Club, which is composed of all the traveled young men who wear long curls and spying-glasses." The "club" was not a formal one: the expression was particularly used to characterize fops who dressed in high fashion with tall, powdered wigs with a chapeau bras on top that could only be removed on the point of a sword. The macaronis were precursor to the dandies, who far from their present connotation of effeminacy came as a more masculine reaction to the excesses of the macaroni.[5]

The shop of engravers and printsellers Mary and Matthew Darly in the fashionable west End of London sold their sets of satirical "macaroni" caricature prints, published between 1771 and 1773. The new Darly shop became known as "The Macaroni Print-Shop". [6]

In 1773, James Boswell was on tour in Scotland with the stout and serious-minded essayist and lexicographer Dr. Samuel Johnson, the least dandified of Londoners. Johnson was awkward in the saddle, and Boswell ribbed him: “You are a delicate Londoner; you are a maccaroni; you can't ride.”[7]

In Oliver Goldsmith’s She Stoops to Conquer (1773), when the misunderstanding is discovered and young Marlow finds he has been mistaken, he cries out, “So then, all's out, and I have been damnably imposed on. O, confound my stupid head, I shall be laughed at over the whole town. I shall be stuck up in caricatura in all the print-shops. The Dullissimo Maccaroni. To mistake this house of all others for an inn, and my father's old friend for an innkeeper!”

The song “Yankee Doodle”, from the time of the American Revolutionary War, mentions a man who "stuck a feather in his hat and called it macaroni," the joke being that the Yankees were naive enough to believe that a feather in the hat was a sufficient mark of a macaroni. Whether or not these were alternative lyrics sung in the British army, they were enthusiastically taken up by the Yankees themselves.[8]

bullshit

[link to www.vexen.co.uk]

LOL. Very disturbing.

I'll be the first to admit.. it was my first boyfriend who exposed me to the idea of visiting one italian restaraunt after another.

Tacitus, another second-century Roman writer who alleged that Christ had been executed by sentence of Pontius Pilate, is likewise cited by Righi. Written some time after 117 C.E., Tacitus' claim is more of the same late, second-hand "history." There is no mention of "Jesus," only "the sect known as Christians" living in Rome being persecuted, and "their founder, one Christus." Tacitus claims no first-hand knowledge of Christianity. No historical evidence exists that Nero persecuted Christians--Nero did persecute Jews, so perhaps Tacitus was confused. There was certainly not a "great crowd" of Christians in Rome around 60 C.E., as Tacitus put it, and, most damning, the term "Christian" was not even in use in the first century. No one in the second century ever quoted this passage of Tacitus. In fact, it appears almost word-for-word in the fourth-century writings of Sulpicius Severus, where it is mixed with other obvious myths. Citing Tacitus, therefore, is highly suspect and adds virtually nothing to the evidence for a historical Jesus.

Such are the straws believers must grasp in order to prop up their myth.

You can believe in Jesus and God...

Without needing to believe those humans trying to control you through the Bible.

Humans... slippery manipulative snakes they are...