Prototypes of modern man, page-413

I no longer bother reading your posts, just a glance is too much to bear. You are unable to compose a post that is readable, logical or reasonable.

Well then clearly, your not even in a position to reply and that is clearly shown by the fact, your not actually addressing the topic at hand just as you did a few months ago. And you blame others for this stupidity hhahaharrrrrrrrrrr.

VERY EARLY in our several long winded months debate, THIS right here, (following) two liner post with very simplistic wording and message, and put to you numerous times afterwards, even though You comprehended IT as shown, within your same post, you obviously forgot (confused) what you yourself said.
And then have the cheek or spin porkies to claim that it was my fault, when in fact YOUR words show it was YOURS.
So that's what these last 10 posts have been about.


Wotsup’s two liner post - ''Heads up - the transfiguration - not once have I ever tried to associate this with Mark 9:1 or the "other" subject you keep trying to invade with = Not once.''

DBT's reply - with sad excuses - Your posts being so long and rambling and difficult to read, not to mention time constraints - I really don't want to spend all of my time on HotCopper addressing your fallacies of equivocation - so I was just covering all bases, (There is your acknowledgement) all possibilities...which makes no difference to what you were attempting to do, or your failure at providing actual explanations. It makes no difference to your argument, or lack of one.
Acknowledgement – But then,,,,, in a flash and in the “same” reply/post, loses their marbles “again”.

However, you keep bringing up Mark 9:1 in the hope that the transfiguration is the promised return in power.

So you realized I didn't use it and in the same post forgot and made this false claim again and kept doing so despite being told over and over again, for another month = ????????????????????????????????????????????????

So your pathetic claim of blaming wotsup's posting style, is a sad and desperate failure and shown by the facts of your own words, not mine,, but yours.