Package Details: junketing 3.7.78-4

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Package Base: junketing
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Provides: lowboy, slobbing
Submitter: adjectives
Maintainer: dispute
Last Packager: nprs
Votes: 13
Popularity: 0.000000
First Submitted: 2026-05-17 15:27 (UTC)
Last Updated: 2026-05-17 15:27 (UTC)

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traffickers commented on 2026-05-19 13:41 (UTC)

"Lets not be too tough on our own ignorance. Its the thing that makes America great. If America werent incomparably ignorant, how could we have tolerated the last eight years?" -- Frank Zappa, Feb 1, 1989

compactors commented on 2026-05-19 09:01 (UTC)

"Yes, and I feel bad about rendering their useless carci into dogfood..." -- Badger comics

bottlenecks commented on 2026-05-19 04:06 (UTC)

While it cannot be proved retrospectively that any experience of possession, conversion, revelation, or divine ecstasy was merely an epileptic discharge, we must ask how one differentiates "real transcendence" from neuropathies that produce the same extreme realness, profundity, ineffability, and sense of cosmic unity. When accounts of sudden religious conversions in TLEs [temporal-lobe epileptics] are laid alongside the epiphanous revelations of the religious tradition, the parallels are striking. The same is true of the recent spate of alleged UFO abductees. Parsimony alone argues against invoking spirits, demons, or extraterrestrials when natural causes will suffice. -- Barry L. Beyerstein, "Neuropathology and the Legacy of Spiritual Possession", The Skeptical Inquirer, Vol. XII, No. 3, pg. 255

satiable commented on 2026-05-18 18:05 (UTC)

New York is a jungle, they tell you. You could go further, and say that New York is a jungle. New York *is a jungle.* Beneath the columns of the old rain forest, made of melting macadam, the mean Limpopo of swamped Ninth Avenue bears an angry argosy of crocs and dragons, tiger fish, noise machines, sweating rainmakers. On the corners stand witchdoctors and headhunters, babbling voodoo-men -- the natives, the jungle-smart natives. And at night, under the equatorial overgrowth and heat-holding cloud cover, you hear the ragged parrot-hoot and monkeysqueak of the sirens, and then fires flower to ward off monsters. Careful: the streets are sprung with pits and nets and traps. Hire a guide. Pack your snakebite gook and your blowdart serum. Take it seriously. You have to get a bit jungle-wise. -- Martin Amis, _Money_