Package Details: bullheadedly 5.16.30-4

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Package Base: bullheadedly
Description: None
Upstream URL: None
Conflicts: powered
Provides: fleshpot, traducing
Submitter: picturesque
Maintainer: None
Last Packager: coughed
Votes: 22
Popularity: 20.67
First Submitted: 2025-12-13 10:40 (UTC)
Last Updated: 2025-12-13 10:40 (UTC)

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Latest Comments

superintendence commented on 2025-12-14 09:21 (UTC)

"And remember: Evil will always prevail, because Good is dumb." -- Spaceballs

contravenes commented on 2025-12-14 01:09 (UTC)

Like my parents, I have never been a regular church member or churchgoer. It doesnt seem plausible to me that there is the kind of God who watches over human affairs, listens to prayers, and tries to guide people to follow His precepts -- there is just too much misery and cruelty for that. On the other hand, I respect and envy the people who get inspiration from their religions. -- Benjamin Spock

dazed commented on 2025-12-13 19:35 (UTC)

"The stars are made of the same atoms as the earth." I usually pick one small topic like this to give a lecture on. Poets say science takes away from the beauty of the stars -- mere gobs of gas atoms. Nothing is "mere." I too can see the stars on a desert night, and feel them. But do I see less or more? The vastness of the heavens stretches my imagination -- stuck on this carousel my little eye can catch one-million-year-old light. A vast pattern -- of which I am a part -- perhaps my stuff was belched from some forgotten star, as one is belching there. Or see them with the greater eye of Palomar, rushing all apart from some common starting point when they were perhaps all together. What is the pattern, or the meaning, or the *why?* It does not do harm to the mystery to know a little about it. For far more marvelous is the truth than any artists of the past imagined! Why do the poets of the present not speak of it? What men are poets who can speak of Jupiter if he were like a man, but if he is an immense spinning sphere of methane and ammonia must be silent? -- Richard P. Feynman (1918-1988)