dude3282
Dec 13, 2004, 09:29 PM
Long, quoted from elsewhere with small adjustments made. Enjoy.
The use of this awful subject may be for awakening non-contributing posters in this thread. This that you have heard is the case of every one of you that are out of favor. That hammer of misery, that sledge of burning brimstone, is held aloft above your feeble form. There is the dreadful pit of the glowing flames of the wrath of Frink; there is exile's wide expanse; and you have nothing to stand upon, nor any thing to take hold of, there is nothing between you and that hellish nether realm; it is only the power and mere pleasure of Frink that holds you up.
You probably are not sensible of this; you find you are kept safe from banishment, but do not see the hand of Frink in it; but look at other things, as the good size of your post count, your ceaseless adherence to bandwagonry, and your pitiful supplication to those with more status than you, the piteous supplication unto you from those with less status than you. But indeed these things are nothing; if Frink should swing the hammer, they would avail no more to keep you from such a fate, than the unfortunate air twixt Frink and he who has incurred such anger.
Your wickedness makes you as it were fragile as ice, and if Frink desire to heft his holy weapon and send you forth to the abyss, you would immediately shatter as glass and die wetly beneath His burning eye in the firmament, and your massive post count, and your bandwagonry, and pitiful supplication, and all your similarly piteous barns, would have no more influence to keep you from this fate than a spider's web would have to stop a falling rock.
Were it not for the sovereign pleasure of Frink, the board would not bear you one moment; for you are a burden to it; the creation groans with you; your monitor does not willingly reveal unto you this forum, allowing you to spam and serve Kafka; the board does not willingly yield her bountiful joys to satisfy your pleasure; nor is it willingly a stage for your wickedness to be acted upon; the keyboard does not willingly serve you as conduit to perpetuate the burning idiocy within your feeble mind as you spend your life in the service of Frink’s enemies.
Frink’s forums are good, and were made for men to serve Frink with, and do not willingly subserve to any other purpose, and groan when they are abused to purposes so directly contrary to their nature and end. And the board would spew you out, were it not for the sovereign hand of him who hath subjected it in hope. There are black clouds of Frink’s wrath now hanging directly over your heads, full of dreadful red dictum, and big with rage; and were it not for the restraining hand of Frink, it would immediately burst forth upon you. The sovereign pleasure of Frink, for the present, stays his rough words; otherwise they would come with fury, and your destruction would come like a whirlwind, and you would be like the ‘My First Fic’ threads on the Fanworks forum floor.
The wrath of Frink is like great waters that are dammed for the present; they increase more and more, and rise higher and higher, till an outlet is given; and the longer the stream is stopped, the more rapid and mighty is its course, when once it is let loose. It is true, that judgment against your evil works has not been executed hitherto; the floods of Frink’s vengeance have been withheld; but your guilt in the mean time is constantly increasing, and you are every day treasuring up more wrath; the waters are constantly rising, and waxing more and more mighty; and there is nothing but the mere pleasure of Frink, that holds the waters back, that are unwilling to be stopped, and press hard to go forward. If Frink should only withdraw his hand from the flood-gate, it would immediately fly open, and the fiery floods of the fierceness and wrath of Frink, would rush forth with inconceivable fury, and would come upon you with omnipotent power; and if your post count were ten thousand times greater than it is, yea, ten thousand times greater than the post count of the stoutest, sturdiest baguy in the internet, it would be nothing to withstand or endure it.
The arm of Frink’s wrath is flexed, and the hammer made ready to swing, and justice keeps the sledge at your heart, and strains the arm, and it is nothing but the mere pleasure of Frink, and that of an angry Frink, without any promise or obligation at all, that keeps the maul one moment from being made drunk with your blood. Thus all you that never passed under a great change of heart; all you that have born yourself again, and made new creatures of your flesh, of different mien but of the same damnable soul; that seek to trick Frink into thinking yourself reformed, are in the hands of a most angry Frink. However you may portray that you have reformed your life in many things, on the board of Frink, it is nothing but his mere pleasure that keeps you from being this moment swallowed up in everlasting destruction.
However unconvinced you may now be of the truth of what you hear, by and by you will be fully convinced of it. Those that are gone from being in the like circumstances with you, see that it was so with them; for destruction came suddenly upon most of them; when they expected nothing of it, and while they were saying, Peace and safety: now they see, that those things on which they depended for peace and safety, were nothing but thin air and empty shadows.
It is to be ascribed to nothing else, that you were not banned the last night; that you were suffered to log in again on this board, after you closed your eyes to sleep. And there is no other reason to be given, why you have not been banned since you arose in the morning, but that Frink’s hand has held you up. There is no other reason to be given why you have not suffered expulsion, since you have sat here in the forum of Frink, provoking his pure eyes by your sinful wicked manner of posting. Yea, there is nothing else that is to be given as a reason why you do not this very moment feel the burning of His hammer as it drives iron spike through flesh, through bone, into the gnarled wood of the Tree of Woe, piercing soul and mind as it passes.
O spammer! Consider the fearful danger you are in: it is a great furnace of wrath, a wide and bottomless pit, full of the ignorance of fools, that you are held over in the hand of that Frink, whose wrath is provoked and incensed as much against you, as against many of the damned. Their case is past all hope; they are crying in a twisting labyrinth of perfect despair; but here you are in the land of the living and in the board of Frink, and have an opportunity to obtain salvation. What would not those poor damned hopeless souls give for one day's opportunity such as you now enjoy!
Oh that you would consider it, whether you be young or old! There is reason to think, that there are many in this thread now hearing this discourse, that will actually be the subjects of this very castigation. We know not who they are, or at what computers they sit, or what thoughts they now have. It may be they are now at ease, and hear all these things without much disturbance, and are now flattering themselves that they are not the persons, promising themselves that they shall escape.
In truth, you hang by a slender thread, with the flames of divine wrath flashing about it, and ready every moment to singe it, and burn it asunder; and you have no interest in any Mediator, and nothing to lay hold of to save yourself, nothing to keep off the flames of wrath, nothing of your own, nothing that you ever have done, nothing that you can do, to induce Frink to spare you one moment.
The use of this awful subject may be for awakening non-contributing posters in this thread. This that you have heard is the case of every one of you that are out of favor. That hammer of misery, that sledge of burning brimstone, is held aloft above your feeble form. There is the dreadful pit of the glowing flames of the wrath of Frink; there is exile's wide expanse; and you have nothing to stand upon, nor any thing to take hold of, there is nothing between you and that hellish nether realm; it is only the power and mere pleasure of Frink that holds you up.
You probably are not sensible of this; you find you are kept safe from banishment, but do not see the hand of Frink in it; but look at other things, as the good size of your post count, your ceaseless adherence to bandwagonry, and your pitiful supplication to those with more status than you, the piteous supplication unto you from those with less status than you. But indeed these things are nothing; if Frink should swing the hammer, they would avail no more to keep you from such a fate, than the unfortunate air twixt Frink and he who has incurred such anger.
Your wickedness makes you as it were fragile as ice, and if Frink desire to heft his holy weapon and send you forth to the abyss, you would immediately shatter as glass and die wetly beneath His burning eye in the firmament, and your massive post count, and your bandwagonry, and pitiful supplication, and all your similarly piteous barns, would have no more influence to keep you from this fate than a spider's web would have to stop a falling rock.
Were it not for the sovereign pleasure of Frink, the board would not bear you one moment; for you are a burden to it; the creation groans with you; your monitor does not willingly reveal unto you this forum, allowing you to spam and serve Kafka; the board does not willingly yield her bountiful joys to satisfy your pleasure; nor is it willingly a stage for your wickedness to be acted upon; the keyboard does not willingly serve you as conduit to perpetuate the burning idiocy within your feeble mind as you spend your life in the service of Frink’s enemies.
Frink’s forums are good, and were made for men to serve Frink with, and do not willingly subserve to any other purpose, and groan when they are abused to purposes so directly contrary to their nature and end. And the board would spew you out, were it not for the sovereign hand of him who hath subjected it in hope. There are black clouds of Frink’s wrath now hanging directly over your heads, full of dreadful red dictum, and big with rage; and were it not for the restraining hand of Frink, it would immediately burst forth upon you. The sovereign pleasure of Frink, for the present, stays his rough words; otherwise they would come with fury, and your destruction would come like a whirlwind, and you would be like the ‘My First Fic’ threads on the Fanworks forum floor.
The wrath of Frink is like great waters that are dammed for the present; they increase more and more, and rise higher and higher, till an outlet is given; and the longer the stream is stopped, the more rapid and mighty is its course, when once it is let loose. It is true, that judgment against your evil works has not been executed hitherto; the floods of Frink’s vengeance have been withheld; but your guilt in the mean time is constantly increasing, and you are every day treasuring up more wrath; the waters are constantly rising, and waxing more and more mighty; and there is nothing but the mere pleasure of Frink, that holds the waters back, that are unwilling to be stopped, and press hard to go forward. If Frink should only withdraw his hand from the flood-gate, it would immediately fly open, and the fiery floods of the fierceness and wrath of Frink, would rush forth with inconceivable fury, and would come upon you with omnipotent power; and if your post count were ten thousand times greater than it is, yea, ten thousand times greater than the post count of the stoutest, sturdiest baguy in the internet, it would be nothing to withstand or endure it.
The arm of Frink’s wrath is flexed, and the hammer made ready to swing, and justice keeps the sledge at your heart, and strains the arm, and it is nothing but the mere pleasure of Frink, and that of an angry Frink, without any promise or obligation at all, that keeps the maul one moment from being made drunk with your blood. Thus all you that never passed under a great change of heart; all you that have born yourself again, and made new creatures of your flesh, of different mien but of the same damnable soul; that seek to trick Frink into thinking yourself reformed, are in the hands of a most angry Frink. However you may portray that you have reformed your life in many things, on the board of Frink, it is nothing but his mere pleasure that keeps you from being this moment swallowed up in everlasting destruction.
However unconvinced you may now be of the truth of what you hear, by and by you will be fully convinced of it. Those that are gone from being in the like circumstances with you, see that it was so with them; for destruction came suddenly upon most of them; when they expected nothing of it, and while they were saying, Peace and safety: now they see, that those things on which they depended for peace and safety, were nothing but thin air and empty shadows.
It is to be ascribed to nothing else, that you were not banned the last night; that you were suffered to log in again on this board, after you closed your eyes to sleep. And there is no other reason to be given, why you have not been banned since you arose in the morning, but that Frink’s hand has held you up. There is no other reason to be given why you have not suffered expulsion, since you have sat here in the forum of Frink, provoking his pure eyes by your sinful wicked manner of posting. Yea, there is nothing else that is to be given as a reason why you do not this very moment feel the burning of His hammer as it drives iron spike through flesh, through bone, into the gnarled wood of the Tree of Woe, piercing soul and mind as it passes.
O spammer! Consider the fearful danger you are in: it is a great furnace of wrath, a wide and bottomless pit, full of the ignorance of fools, that you are held over in the hand of that Frink, whose wrath is provoked and incensed as much against you, as against many of the damned. Their case is past all hope; they are crying in a twisting labyrinth of perfect despair; but here you are in the land of the living and in the board of Frink, and have an opportunity to obtain salvation. What would not those poor damned hopeless souls give for one day's opportunity such as you now enjoy!
Oh that you would consider it, whether you be young or old! There is reason to think, that there are many in this thread now hearing this discourse, that will actually be the subjects of this very castigation. We know not who they are, or at what computers they sit, or what thoughts they now have. It may be they are now at ease, and hear all these things without much disturbance, and are now flattering themselves that they are not the persons, promising themselves that they shall escape.
In truth, you hang by a slender thread, with the flames of divine wrath flashing about it, and ready every moment to singe it, and burn it asunder; and you have no interest in any Mediator, and nothing to lay hold of to save yourself, nothing to keep off the flames of wrath, nothing of your own, nothing that you ever have done, nothing that you can do, to induce Frink to spare you one moment.