Originally posted by: Nik
Originally posted by: Crono
Originally posted by: Nik
Originally posted by: JS80
There's a lot of dumb people here who think they are "smart" by logically rejecting "God" which ironically proves their idiocy.
Yup. Then there's the majority of us who have an open mind about everything and choose to accept nothing more than the
possibility of an existence without further evidence to support such claims.
There are some things that can and should be dogmatically stated. The problem with an "open mind" is that there is no truth for you to stand on. You also shouldn't be arrogantly calling people "nutjobs" (unless you call yourself one, as well) if your mind is truly open as you say it is, because then you should be open to to the possibility that you are wrong about everything, and correct about nothing.
Blah blah blah. :roll:
Who said I'm not open to being wrong?
Nutjobs are people who accept and believe the existence of god or aliens without proof.
Like you.
Let's play a game, shall we:
Nik doesn't exist. He isn't a real person. "He" is actually a group of people pretending to be one person on the AnandTech forums. Sitting in a lab somewhere are a group of philosophers, scientists, and technicians writing all of the material that the "Nik" account posts.
I make this information known to everyone at AnandTech via a new thread entitled "Nik is not real". "Listen, everyone, don't believe in Nik! He's not real - it's just a experiment. Don't be fooled!"
5 minutes after posting this new thread, 7 replies are found in the thread. 3 are typical nef responses, and the other 3 are opposing what I said.
Originally posted by: user1
What are you, an idiot? I know Nik exists. I spoke to him yesterday! You must be on crack, or something.
I respond back, "Prove to me that you talked to him. How do you know it isn't just some actor playing a part?"
The next user posted this:
Originally posted by: user2
I know Nik is a real person, and not some group of people writing his responses and making up a personality. Nik is the best! He's awesome, and the nicest person ever. No, I haven't met him, but I just know he exists!
I respond with the following. "You're just some nutjob. How do you know he exists without some proof? If he really exists, than show me one ounce of proof. No? Then you are just another retard buying into the lies. Nik is a lie!"
I give up reading the rest of the responses, discouraged by these obviously stupid posters. I mean surely they realize that anyone and their decrepit grandma can make a user account on AT on behalf of a bowl of pasta and pass it off as being a human being! And Nik is so obviously not a single person... he contradicts his own logic half the time. This is easily explained by him being multiple people, and yet the masses refuse to see the truth.
I decide to continue posting the truth about Nik in every thread he posts in,hoping these poor sheep will realize their own idiocy in believing in the existence of this "Nik", and acting as if he were real. Three days later, I hear a knock at my front door at 4AM.
I open the door, and see a 6' 5" bald, black man in a sharp black suit and tie. He has sunglasses on. I say to him, "How can I help you?"
He replies with a booming voice, "I AM NIK. I DON'T LIKE WHAT YOU'VE BEEN SAYING ABOUT ME ON ANANDTECH." My knees are shaking a little bit (this guy is big and muscular, and I must look like a shrimp to him), but I manage to speak clearly and loudly, "Yeah?! If you're Nik, prove it!"
He moves his hand so quickly into his pocket that I am afraid he is pulling out a gun. I nearly wet myself. I sigh in relief, though, when I see it is just a wallet. He opens the wallet and shows me the laminated card. It is a driver's license. The name on the card says, "Nik Anderson", and the picture does look like the big dude standing in front of me. I give a nervous laugh. "That doesn't prove anything!", I say. "It's not hard to make a fake license, especially since you know I have no way of checking the ID. It's obvious you aren't Nik, but just a stooge. Show me some
real proof".
He takes one step closer to me, and his face is now 2 inches away from mine. A bead of sweat runs down my face, and I definitely feel something wet drip down my legs. He whispers to me, "I don't have to prove my existence to you". Then all turns black as he punches me in an instant.
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