Headship, Submission and Women in Ministry

[StanJ]

The problem is who will judge a translation to be the word of God as accepted, except God? If you wrote a book and left a chapter on the kitchen table, another in the bedroom, and another chapter in the living room, etc., will you allow someone else to put the chapters together, or will you do it yourself? Don’t you think God will take care of His own word and put it together Himself? I believe He allowed and guided sinful man to put together a Holy Book which became the Bible.

I believe all Bible translations are trustworthy! My preference is KJV because the translators used the Received Text which is a far superior translation. Except for “Thee and “Thou” and few other words like “concupiscence”, and along with the warning to the reader that words in italicize are not in the original, and with Strong’s and Young’s concordances as word study helps, the KJV is the best translation as it also withstood the test of time.

Whether in forums or commentaries there are those who will push their own fallacious agendas, I agree.

To God Be The Glory

God has NEVER operated this way Jun2u. He uses men to fulfill His will, just as He inspired men to write it. IMO, God has been very diligent it ensuring His written word gas been protected and maintained, even despite the fact that there are no autographs.

No offense, but the KJV is the least reputable amount English translations, and very out of date. Nobody goes around using Elizabethan vernacular in their everyday lives, and the vast majority of users of the KJV don't really understand it. Unless you are a real Shakespearean fan, why use it?
All linguists will tell you it is NOT relevant to English today. Even the RCC has a modern English version. Also IMHO, it keeps the Bible a tad mysterious /mystical for people and assuage their cognitive dissonance in that they don't have to be responsible for something they don't RIGHTLY understand. Plus it helps preachers fill in about 10 minutes of their sermons by having to paraphrase it into our modern vernacular. :)

I agree with your last comment, which is why we all have a responsibility to 'study to shew ourselves approved'.

 

[OzSpen]

Oz,

Glad to see you joined the discussion. Wow, I didnt log in over the weekend and it looks like people were posting every 5 minutes! As you can see, the issue I was having was not with looking at the context of difficult passages with Barrd to help explain their validity. I tried discussing context, language and a host of other issues in both OT and NT passages, but it seems to me her determination use the silence of Scripture as a launching point for all kinds of wild speculation and context manipulation...as well as a blatant disregard for much of the OT made the conversation impossible.

Also, I have Gleason Archer's book you referenced. His introductory chapters on the inerrancy of Scripture are among the best I have ever read. Excellent book.

Gleason Archer was a superb OT scholar. He spoke 30 oriental languages. The Lord took him home on April 27, 2004. Here are some 'Memorials' to him at his funeral.

In addition to being a supreme defender of inerrancy, he did not accept the 6 days of creation as 24-hour periods, as some conservatives do today. He explains this in a few of the answers to the questions in The Encyclopedia of Bible Difficulties.

Oz

 

[OzSpen]

I agree Oz but sadly this member is NOT one of them.

:huh:

 

[OzSpen]

Narrative poetry.....uh, "The Walrus and the Carpenter" by Lewis Carrol....
Lyric poetry....my favorite "Ode To Joy" by Friedrich Schiller

The author writes her vision...if she's done her job well, she has turned on her reader's mind...and he will find his own vision.

Please provide me with definitions of:

• Narrative
• Poetry, and
• Narrative poetry

I was not asking about narrative poetry but about the difference between narrative and poetry. Narrative poetry tells a story but it is quite different from the meaning of narrative. Please tell me what kind of style this item from the Brisbane Times is using today:

Queensland's Islamic community has vowed to stand "shoulder to shoulder" with "Christian brothers and sisters" to protect asylum seekers from being returned to offshore detention centres, "even if it means our arrest" (http://www.brisbanetimes.com.au/queensland/islamic-community-shoulder-to-shoulder-with-christians-to-help-asylum-seekers-20160208-gmovu2.html).

Thanks,

Oz

 

[Barrd]

However, when did NT Christians meet for public worship?

See, 'How to honor the Sabbaths'.

See also, 21 reasons why the first day of the week, Sunday is important to Christians.

You think that they met on Sunday, then?

Someone probably should have told Paul:

Act 17:1 Now when they had passed through Amphipolis and Apollonia, they came to Thessalonica, where was a synagogue of the Jews:
Act 17:2 And Paul, as his manner was, went in unto them, and three sabbath days reasoned with them out of the scriptures,
Act 17:3 Opening and alleging, that Christ must needs have suffered, and risen again from the dead; and that this Jesus, whom I preach unto you, is Christ.

Perhaps, if someone had sent him the memo, he wouldn't have continued "as his manner was" to worship on the sabbath.

Act 13:13 Now when Paul and his company loosed from Paphos, they came to Perga in Pamphylia: and John departing from them returned to Jerusalem.
Act 13:14 But when they departed from Perga, they came to Antioch in Pisidia, and went into the synagogue on the sabbath day, and sat down.

Here again, is Paul, going to worship on the sabbath day. Guess he hasn't been clued in, then?

Act 16:12 And from thence to Philippi, which is the chief city of that part of Macedonia, and a colony: and we were in that city abiding certain days.
Act 16:13 And on the sabbath we went out of the city by a river side, where prayer was wont to be made; and we sat down, and spake unto the women which resorted thither.
Act 16:14 And a certain woman named Lydia, a seller of purple, of the city of Thyatira, which worshipped God, heard us: whose heart the Lord opened, that she attended unto the things which were spoken of Paul.

Going to worship with some women by the river, on the Sabbath. What's the matter with him? Why doesn't he tell these girls that the day has been changed...we're doing it on Sunday, now?

Act 18:1 After these things Paul departed from Athens, and came to Corinth;
Act 18:2 And found a certain Jew named Aquila, born in Pontus, lately come from Italy, with his wife Priscilla; (because that Claudius had commanded all Jews to depart from Rome:) and came unto them.
Act 18:3 And because he was of the same craft, he abode with them, and wrought: for by their occupation they were tentmakers.
Act 18:4 And he reasoned in the synagogue every sabbath, and persuaded the Jews and the Greeks.
.......
Act 18:11 And he continued there a year and six months, teaching the word of God among them.

Whoa! Every Sabbath, for a year and six months?

Evidently, NT Christians did worship on the Sabbath. At least, Paul did...evidently he did it regularly.

 

[Barrd]

Please provide me with definitions of:

• Narrative
• Poetry, and
• Narrative poetry

I was not asking about narrative poetry but about the difference between narrative and poetry. Narrative poetry tells a story but it is quite different from the meaning of narrative. Please tell me what kind of style this item from the Brisbane Times is using today:


Thanks,

Oz

I can do better than that, Oz. I can provide you with examples of all three...in fact, I will be more than happy to do so, from my own writing.

Narrative:

“I have a job for you, Simon of Cyrene,” Petronius told him. Simon stood listening, saying nothing. Petronius pointed at Jesus. “I want you to take his cross, and carry it the rest of the way.”
“That I won’t,” Simon told him. “You have no right to ask me to do such a thing.”
Petronius sighed. Technically, the man was right. But it went against his grain to have one of these provincials tell him what he did or did not have the right to do.
“I will rephrase,” he ground out through gritted teeth. “Rome would consider it a service, if you would be kind enough to take his cross, and carry it for him.”
Simon looked at Jesus. His face was covered in dried blood. More blood was dripping from newly opened cuts on his back, and running in streams down his arms and legs. It was impossible not to have compassion on him, he thought. What had he done, he wondered, to deserve such cruel treatment? Ah, these Romans were beasts—but, apparently, this Centurion at least had some pity. Could he do any less?
“I’ll do it,” he said quietly.
“Rome is grateful to you,” Petronius told him with a formal little bow.
Trophus led him back to where Jesus stood waiting. Jesus looked at him, and their eyes met. For just a moment, the world stood still. He heard the voices of children crying. He saw the great love of this man—and he knew. Later, alone with his wife, he would struggle to find the words to explain, but, for the moment, he knew. This was the Son of God, come into the world to save those weeping children. Children like him.
His resentment gone, he reached out and tenderly took the cross from his back. Ignoring the blood that stained his hands and his robe, he laid it across his own shoulders. He heard the sigh of relief that came from him, and something in him broke. With tears in his eyes, he heard his Master say, “Thank you, My friend.”
A strange kind of contentment filled him as he gladly fell into step behind Jesus. He was proud to bear his cross—it was the least he could do for him.

From my novel, "The First Sinner", available on Amazon under Deborah Anne Barrd

Example of poetry in next post...

 

[Barrd]

Please provide me with definitions of:

• Narrative
• Poetry, and
• Narrative poetry

I was not asking about narrative poetry but about the difference between narrative and poetry. Narrative poetry tells a story but it is quite different from the meaning of narrative. Please tell me what kind of style this item from the Brisbane Times is using today:


Thanks,

Oz

And here is Poetry:

The Saint’s Prayer​

(based on the prayer by St. Francis of Assisi)​

Be thou, Oh Father, ever with me​

And let Thy peace be seen in me​

Where there is hatred, let me sow Thy love​

Where doubt, faith in the Lord above​

Where despair, let me teach hope in Thee​

Thy pardon for every injury​

Where there is darkness, let me shine Thy light​

And where there is sadness, Thy joy so bright​

Not to be consoled, but to console​

This is Thy plan to make me whole​

Let me be Thy example, Lord​

Let me bring Thy love to a hate-filled world​

Not to be understood, but to understand​

In Thee, Oh Lord, have I made my stand​

For it is in giving that we receive​

As Thou hast taught us to believe​

To Thee, Oh Lord, my life I give​

For it is in dying that I live​

Amen​

​

Narrative poetry is next:​

 

[Barrd]

Please provide me with definitions of:

• Narrative
• Poetry, and
• Narrative poetry

I was not asking about narrative poetry but about the difference between narrative and poetry. Narrative poetry tells a story but it is quite different from the meaning of narrative. Please tell me what kind of style this item from the Brisbane Times is using today:


Thanks,

Oz

Narrative Poetry:

Part I​

The Son​

The pleasures of the flesh are calling​

His young heart stops to listen​

A siren song his ears enthralling​

A dream of lips that glisten​

A little wine to ease his heart​

A little song to make him merry​

Arms that open, thighs that part​

His misgivings he will bury​

His passion and his money spent​

He awakens all alone​

No swaying breasts, no flashing hips​

His companions all are gone​

"Why?" he cries to cold deaf ears​

He's homeless, cold and hungry​

"No one cares, no one hears​

The city is heartless and lonely!"​

He thinks of the family he left behind​

He thinks of the hearts he left broken​

What kind of welcome could he find​

When no goodbyes were spoken?​

And now, with nowhere else to go​

His thoughts toward home keep turning​

To face a future he doesn't know​

At the prodigal's returning​

Part II​

The Father​

He sits at the window, a broken man​

Forgotten, gray and old​

Remembering the touch of a tiny hand​

As memory grows cold​

Listening in silent dread​

As if all hope were gone​

For the old familiar tread​

The old familiar song​

Oh, where, oh where is the little boy​

Where my darling one?​

What happened to the boundless joy​

My precious, long lost son?​

Has he forgotten home and family​

Now that he is grown?​

The father's love, the mother's kiss​

Has he left us all alone?​

Noisy rooms gone quiet now​

No need to shout, "Behave!"​

No merry laughter, no prayers to hear​

All is quiet as the grave.​

Is he lost? Or is he dead?​

Oh, how his heart is yearning!​

His deepest, his most earnest prayer​

For the prodigal's returning.​

Part III​

The Homecoming​

There, on the deserted road​

A figure walks alone​

Bent as if by a heavy load​

His weary steps toward home​

And, there, in the window, a head comes up​

And unbelieving tears​

Come coursing down the withered cheek​

Forgotten, the bitter years​

"Father!" comes the timid voice​

"My son!" the joyous cry​

"My lost child, you're home at last!​

A happy man am I!"​

"My Father, I am sorry​

For all the wrong I've done"​

"My child, all is forgiven.​

Welcome home, my son!"​

The hillside echoes their joyous cries​

As angels dance about the pair​

They look into each other's eyes​

And see the love reflected there​

Forgotten, all the lonely years​

Forgotten, temptation's burning​

Forgotten, the sorrow; forgotten, the tears​

At the prodigal's returning.​

Part IV​

The Jealous Brother​

"Now, let us kill the fatted calf!​

And let the guests arrive!​

For he who was lost is now found​

He who was dead, alive!"​

Now, as the feast was carried out​

With generous libation​

With merry laughter, joyous shouts​

And wondrous celebration​

Another son, in agony​

Was watching, all alone​

"My father has forgotten me​

Me, his loyal son."​

"My son, my son", his father said​

"Come, now, let's rejoice!​

For he's alive, who once was dead!​

Now, hearken to my voice!"​

"For him you kill the fatted calf​

For me, what have you done?"​

"Why, everything I have is yours​

My faithful, loving son."​

He wouldn't see, he wouldn't hear​

His heart, with jealous churning​

Would not accept his father's joy​

At the prodigal's returning.​

Part V​

The Moral​

And now, in sorrow, our Father waits​

And watches from above​

As we follow the wicked siren's song​

His heart breaks with His love​

We chase our golden idols​

We ignore His broken plea​

We follow after every lust​

Our hearts cannot be free​

With ears gone deaf, and eyes gone blind​

Allured by worldly pleasure​

We close our hearts, we close our mind​

Upon our greatest Treasure​

The feast is ready, He paid the price​

He extends a loving hand​

Will we accept His sacrifice?​

Oh, will we understand?​

And will we share His happiness​

As the lost ones stumble home?​

Or seethe with inward bitterness​

And wander off, alone?​

He stands before the open gates​

His heart, with patient yearning​

And so our Father sadly waits​

For the prodigal's returning.​

​

​

From my book, "The Parables of Christ Retold" available on Amazon under Deborah Anne Barrd

 

[Barrd]

<_< Let me tell you a little secret.
I do not believe for even one second that I could write like that if God were not with me.

 

[Barrd]

I do hope those three examples answer your question, Oz....because that's all I'm giving away today. If you want any more, be an honest man, and go buy the books.

 

[OzSpen]

You think that they met on Sunday, then?

Someone probably should have told Paul:

Act 17:1 Now when they had passed through Amphipolis and Apollonia, they came to Thessalonica, where was a synagogue of the Jews:
Act 17:2 And Paul, as his manner was, went in unto them, and three sabbath days reasoned with them out of the scriptures,
Act 17:3 Opening and alleging, that Christ must needs have suffered, and risen again from the dead; and that this Jesus, whom I preach unto you, is Christ.

Perhaps, if someone had sent him the memo, he wouldn't have continued "as his manner was" to worship on the sabbath.

Act 13:13 Now when Paul and his company loosed from Paphos, they came to Perga in Pamphylia: and John departing from them returned to Jerusalem.
Act 13:14 But when they departed from Perga, they came to Antioch in Pisidia, and went into the synagogue on the sabbath day, and sat down.

Here again, is Paul, going to worship on the sabbath day. Guess he hasn't been clued in, then?

Act 16:12 And from thence to Philippi, which is the chief city of that part of Macedonia, and a colony: and we were in that city abiding certain days.
Act 16:13 And on the sabbath we went out of the city by a river side, where prayer was wont to be made; and we sat down, and spake unto the women which resorted thither.
Act 16:14 And a certain woman named Lydia, a seller of purple, of the city of Thyatira, which worshipped God, heard us: whose heart the Lord opened, that she attended unto the things which were spoken of Paul.

Going to worship with some women by the river, on the Sabbath. What's the matter with him? Why doesn't he tell these girls that the day has been changed...we're doing it on Sunday, now?

Act 18:1 After these things Paul departed from Athens, and came to Corinth;
Act 18:2 And found a certain Jew named Aquila, born in Pontus, lately come from Italy, with his wife Priscilla; (because that Claudius had commanded all Jews to depart from Rome:) and came unto them.
Act 18:3 And because he was of the same craft, he abode with them, and wrought: for by their occupation they were tentmakers.
Act 18:4 And he reasoned in the synagogue every sabbath, and persuaded the Jews and the Greeks.
.......
Act 18:11 And he continued there a year and six months, teaching the word of God among them.

Whoa! Every Sabbath, for a year and six months?

Evidently, NT Christians did worship on the Sabbath. At least, Paul did...evidently he did it regularly.

The Barrd,

Of course Paul would go to the synagogue to reason with people on the Sabbath. He was a converted Jew and knew that was where he would find the Jews to preach the Gospel to them.

It's too bad you didn't read further to Acts 20:7 (NIV), 'On the first day of the week we came together to break bread. Paul spoke to the people and, because he intended to leave the next day, kept on talking until midnight'.

Paul and these Christians did not meet for the Lord's Supper on the 7th day Sabbath. It was on the first day of the week - now known as Sunday.

Oz

 

[OzSpen]

I can do better than that, Oz. I can provide you with examples of all three...in fact, I will be more than happy to do so, from my own writing.

Narrative:

“I have a job for you, Simon of Cyrene,” Petronius told him. Simon stood listening, saying nothing. Petronius pointed at Jesus. “I want you to take his cross, and carry it the rest of the way.”
“That I won’t,” Simon told him. “You have no right to ask me to do such a thing.”
Petronius sighed. Technically, the man was right. But it went against his grain to have one of these provincials tell him what he did or did not have the right to do.
“I will rephrase,” he ground out through gritted teeth. “Rome would consider it a service, if you would be kind enough to take his cross, and carry it for him.”
Simon looked at Jesus. His face was covered in dried blood. More blood was dripping from newly opened cuts on his back, and running in streams down his arms and legs. It was impossible not to have compassion on him, he thought. What had he done, he wondered, to deserve such cruel treatment? Ah, these Romans were beasts—but, apparently, this Centurion at least had some pity. Could he do any less?
“I’ll do it,” he said quietly.
“Rome is grateful to you,” Petronius told him with a formal little bow.
Trophus led him back to where Jesus stood waiting. Jesus looked at him, and their eyes met. For just a moment, the world stood still. He heard the voices of children crying. He saw the great love of this man—and he knew. Later, alone with his wife, he would struggle to find the words to explain, but, for the moment, he knew. This was the Son of God, come into the world to save those weeping children. Children like him.
His resentment gone, he reached out and tenderly took the cross from his back. Ignoring the blood that stained his hands and his robe, he laid it across his own shoulders. He heard the sigh of relief that came from him, and something in him broke. With tears in his eyes, he heard his Master say, “Thank you, My friend.”
A strange kind of contentment filled him as he gladly fell into step behind Jesus. He was proud to bear his cross—it was the least he could do for him.

From my novel, "The First Sinner", available on Amazon under Deborah Anne Barrd

Example of poetry in next post...

The Barrd,

That's a red herring fallacy.

I didn't ask for examples of those three; I asked for definitions of those three.

Why are you off and running with what you want to do and not respond to what I asked of you? This makes conversation impossible when you engage in use of a logical fallacy because what you have done is resorting to fallacious/irrational reasoning.

 

[Barrd]

The Barrd,

That's a red herring fallacy.

I didn't ask for examples of those three; I asked for definitions of those three.

Why are you off and running with what you want to do and not respond to what I asked of you? This makes conversation impossible when you engage in use of a logical fallacy because what you have done is resorting to fallacious/irrational reasoning.

I think I've demonstrated rather well that I know the definitions of those three. What you are doing is just being difficult. I'm not exactly sure why...but if it makes you happy, here are the definitions:




narrative

noun nar·ra·tive \ˈner-ə-tiv, ˈna-rə-\

Simple Definition of narrative

• 
  : a story that is told or written
  

Full Definition of narrative

1. 
   1 : something that is narrated : story, account
   
2. 
   2 : the art or practice of narration
   
3. 
   3 : the representation in art of an event or story; also : an example of such a representation
   

narrative adjective


nar·ra·tive·ly adverb

poetry in next post

 

[Barrd]

poetry

noun po·et·ry \ˈpō-ə-trē, -i-trē also ˈpȯ(-)i-trē\

Simple Definition of poetry
Popularity: Top 30% of words

• 
  : the writings of a poet : poems
  
• 
  : something that is very beautiful or graceful
  

Full Definition of poetry

1. 
   1 a : metrical writing : verse b : the productions of a poet : poems
   
2. 
   2 : writing that formulates a concentrated imaginative awareness of experience in language chosen and arranged to create a specific emotional response through meaning, sound, and rhythm
   
3. 
   3 a : something likened to poetry especially in beauty of expression b : poetic quality or aspect <the poetry of dance>
   

narrative poetry in next post

 

[Barrd]

narrative poem








noun

a poem that tells a story and has a plot








Historical Examples

• 
  "Young Clare," by Edith Miniter, is a narrative poem of that power and polish which might be expected of its celebrated author.
  Writings in the United Amateur, 1915-1922 Howard Phillips Lovecraft
  
• 
  It is a narrative poem, not a poem of lyrical allusions, not an heroic ode.
  Epic and Romance W. P. Ker
  
• 
  As a narrative poem, I do not yet think it quite distinct enough, though it always rises at the right moment.
  

 

[Barrd]

Now, if you will kindly put down the torches and pitchforks, and remember that I am not a threat to anyone, perhaps we can get back to having some civil dialogue.
Otherwise, I'm out. I've played the target in this thread about as long as I intend to.

 

[Barrd]

I think I've demonstrated rather well that I know the definitions of those three. What you are doing is just being difficult. I'm not exactly sure why...but if it makes you happy, here are the definitions:




narrative

noun nar·ra·tive \ˈner-ə-tiv, ˈna-rə-\

Simple Definition of narrative

• 
  : a story that is told or written
  

Full Definition of narrative

1. 
   1 : something that is narrated : story, account
   
2. 
   2 : the art or practice of narration
   
3. 
   3 : the representation in art of an event or story; also : an example of such a representation
   

narrative adjective


nar·ra·tive·ly adverb

poetry in next post

poetry

noun po·et·ry \ˈpō-ə-trē, -i-trē also ˈpȯ(-)i-trē\

Simple Definition of poetry
Popularity: Top 30% of words

• 
  : the writings of a poet : poems
  
• 
  : something that is very beautiful or graceful
  

Full Definition of poetry

1. 
   1 a : metrical writing : verse b : the productions of a poet : poems
   
2. 
   2 : writing that formulates a concentrated imaginative awareness of experience in language chosen and arranged to create a specific emotional response through meaning, sound, and rhythm
   
3. 
   3 a : something likened to poetry especially in beauty of expression b : poetic quality or aspect <the poetry of dance>
   

narrative poetry in next post

narrative poem








noun

a poem that tells a story and has a plot








Historical Examples

• 
  "Young Clare," by Edith Miniter, is a narrative poem of that power and polish which might be expected of its celebrated author.
  Writings in the United Amateur, 1915-1922 Howard Phillips Lovecraft
  
• 
  It is a narrative poem, not a poem of lyrical allusions, not an heroic ode.
  Epic and Romance W. P. Ker
  
• 
  As a narrative poem, I do not yet think it quite distinct enough, though it always rises at the right moment.
  

Any idiot with GOOGLE could have given you these definitions, Oz...and I'm pretty sure you know that.

Not many could provide you with examples from their own writing.

So, what have you proven?
Other than the fact that I know how to use Google...

Was there actually a point to this foolish exercise, or are you just being a noodle?

 

[Barrd]

The Barrd,

Of course Paul would go to the synagogue to reason with people on the Sabbath. He was a converted Jew and knew that was where he would find the Jews to preach the Gospel to them.

It's too bad you didn't read further to Acts 20:7 (NIV), 'On the first day of the week we came together to break bread. Paul spoke to the people and, because he intended to leave the next day, kept on talking until midnight'.

Paul and these Christians did not meet for the Lord's Supper on the 7th day Sabbath. It was on the first day of the week - now known as Sunday.

Oz

So, you've got one example of Paul preaching after midnight, after having a farewell dinner with his friends, as he was getting ready to leave the next day. This example doesn't prove anything at all.

And here, I always thought the whole point of this story was the death of poor Eutychus. If nothing else, this little incident ought to serve as a warning to long-winded preachers. Keep it short, keep it simple, keep it interesting...and whatever else you do, keep it short. An hour is more than enough time to get your point across, and if it isn't, perhaps you don't need to be behind a pulpit to begin with. I always shoot for about 45 minutes, and that's usually enough. I have always hated long, drawn out sermons, myself, so why impose them on other people?

And you are going to fall back on the seriously lame excuse that, the rest of the time, he went to the synagogue because that's where the Jews were, so that he could preach to them?
Did you think that he might not have encountered any Jews just hanging out in Jerusalem, or in any of these other towns where Jews lived?
Do you think that he went every Sabbath for a year and a half, because he was just looking for Jews to preach to? Was Paul really so desperate as that for people to listen to him?

Oh, Oz...I gave you more credit than that, now. You disappoint me, here.

 

[StanJ]

Now, if you will kindly put down the torches and pitchforks, and remember that I am not a threat to anyone, perhaps we can get back to having some civil dialogue.
Otherwise, I'm out. I've played the target in this thread about as long as I intend to.

Then I would suggest you remove the bullseye you keep painting YOURSELF with.

 

[Barrd]

Then I would suggest you remove the bullseye you keep painting YOURSELF with.

My old Gran' taught me long ago...an opinion is only worth as much as the person who holds it.

Let's just say that, given some of the things we disagree on, your opinion has no value to me whatsoever.

For you to actually hurt my feelings, Stan, I'd have to actually care what you think.