Rebellion sends a soul to Heaven every time. Hell is just a sin a way, and good sex brings it all the closer. Rebel if you must, but remember your morals and seek the ernest path so your reward is sure.

Here's Dovina's answer: Who cares. And concerning long links, they're not a lot better than short links, and short linked rankers come up without any added trouble.

You jest, of course. Actually, I don't dig that woman-power, "I am strong, I am woman" stuff. I'm really looking for a man strong enough to dominate me.

Nobody tried to force any belief in God or Snorks on you by saying that you assume God.

I cannot imagine a question starting with "Could God'" having any good answer other than "yes."

To continue this "fight" as Dancing Shamrock called our last debate, is to ask him to delete everything, as he did on the last.

It's like a housefull of kids tearing the house up with our ruckus sometimes. I guess we should fight on our turfs.

I feel myself slipping off the edge of a varigated pastel world.

I think it was at: http://poemranker.com/poem-details.jsp?id=132979, but Dancing Shamrock deleted the comments. Such an act is deserving of gang violence.

Most anthropologists agree that race is not real, that it's not worth talking about. See the website which you posted on this subject.

That’s your opinion and it’s wrong. You can send me a sweatshirt to that effect (size small) for which I’ll pay six tenners worth of wisdom. Keep the change. You’ll know me then, walking up Fleet Street, turning hooded and grey into the narrow lane, to the pub where Charles Dickens liked to hang out—Ye Olde Cheshire Cheese. Its dark bricks, ancient timbers and inornate wooden benches, like church pews, could be the surroundings for “A Tale of Two Rankers.” Plain wood tables near the old flat-wall fireplace feel like haunts for the beginnings of mysteries. I sat there awhile listening for ghosts, but none came. Maybe next time.

I see how it could work that way. But consumptive flames set me thinking you were passivly enjoying the fire.

Not necessarily important, but most anthropologists disagree that race is real and based only on physical traits.

Ah, positive, yes.

Let me ask: When you comment this way, does it mean you think the poem sucks?

"Tonight I'd be human but, oh-sweet-lord, how I didn't relent."

A contorted answer. You assume God, and that's all I was saying.

I see you wringing a big fist, holding back the tirade, not relenting on the fight.

I could slam Scripture back at you, but I don't want that kind of arguement. Mine was a summary of thoughts gathered from the Bible, not an Article of Faith.