Wamp's Amusements
In this very obscure corner of my many-corned webpage lays things Wamp has sent me, and persistently requested that I post for him. So here, take time, view them all, appease the Twamp.
Some call it art. Some call it a crack-haze. Click on the picture below to see a close up of one of the the many pieces of art created and shaped by the Wamp himself.
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Here you may find a well written paper entitled "A Treatise on Alcohol Consumption", created by the very hand of Wamp.
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Here now are some very long quotes of Wamps Anti-Christian Propaganda.
The endless praises of the choirs of angels had begun to grow wearisome for, after all, did he not deserve their praise? Had he not given them endless joy? Would it not be more amusing to obtain undeserved praise, to be worshipped by beings whom he tortured? He smiled inwardly, and resolved that the great drama should be performed.
For countless ages the hot nebula whirled aimlessly through space. At length it began to take shape, the central mass threw off planets, the planets cooled, boiled seas and burning mountains heaved and tossed, from black masses of cloud hot sheets of rain deluged the barely solid crust. And now the first germ of life grew in the depths of the ocean and developed rapidly in the fructifying warmth into vast forest trees, huge ferns springing from the damp mold, sea monsters breeding, fighting, devouring, and passing away. And from the monsters, as the play unfolded itself, Man was born, with the power of thought, the knowledge of good and evil, and the cruel thirst for worship. And Man saw that all is passing in this mad, monstrous world, that all is struggling to snatch, at any cost, a few brief moments of life before Death’s inexorable decree. And Man said, “There is a hidden purpose, could we but fathom it, and the purpose is good for we must reverence something, and i!
n the visible world there is nothing worthy of reverence.” And Man stood aside from the struggle, resolving that God intended harmony to come out of chaos by human efforts. And when he followed the instincts which God had transmitted to him from his ancestry of beasts of prey, he called it Sin, and asked God to forgive him. But he doubted whether he could be justly forgiven, until he invented a divine Plan by which God’s wrath was to have been appeased. And seeing the present was bad, he made it yet worse, that thereby the future might be better. And he gave God thanks for the strength that enabled him to forgo even the joys that were possible. And God smiled and when he saw that Man had become perfect in renunciation and worship, he sent another sun through the sky, which crashed into Man’s sun and all returned to nebula.
by Mephistopheles
by Ayn Rand
If everything must have a cause, then God must have a cause. If there can be anything without a cause, it may just as well be the world as God, so that there cannot be any validity in that argument...There is no reason why the world could not have come into being without a reason nor, on the other hand, is there any reason why it should not have always existed...The idea that the world must have a beginning is really due to the poverty of our imagination...
by Bertrand Russel
by Leonard Peikoff
Well you have reached the end of Wamp's corner thank you for reading.
"Naked Chick Laying in Sun as seen by drunk man that has just tripped on her" "Naked chick in tub as seen by drunk man tripping on acid"
The good, say the mystics of spirit, is God, a being whose only definition is that he is beyond man's power to conceive--a definition that invalidates man's consciousness and nullifies his concepts of existence.
It has often been noted that a proof of God would be fatal to religion: a God susceptible of proof would have to be finite and limited He would be one entity among others within the universe, not a mystic omnipotence transcending science and reality. What nourishes the spirit of religion is not proof, but faith, i.e., the undercutting of man's mind.