J0nny Ling0

I must weigh in. I was Way clergy on the field and was running a Twig. That was all. I had never been on the payroll, and I concur with what Rascal has reported, to the "T". I was told that I had to make a choice between LCM and the man across the sea. I was told that I had to respond by a certain date, and if I did not, I would be DFAC'd, and of course so would my wife, a 7th Corps grad. I agonized over my response. I was so mad at being told that I had to choose between two men, that I decided to not respond at all. I talked to friends after that who had written Word filled explanations to LCM as to why they chose to stand with God and Jesus Christ and not a man, but had only been DFAC'd in a rude manner anyway. So, chose not to say; "I refuse to stand with you, but rather to let them kick me out if necessary, for I had never "copped out" on an assignment before. Plus, I didn't want to say anything disrespectful to the Lord's Annointed, ala King David in reference to King Solomon. For even though Craig was way off the ball, I felt that it would be off the Word for me to rail on him, and that if I wrote him, I would have ended up doing just that. So, I gave it a "by" and let come what may. And then, after the deadline passed, Earl Burton and I got our "Mr. Burton" and "Mr.Lingo" letters. And those letters were so low and cheap shottish it was amazing. Do you remember how we would get a letter addressed to us in the Corps when we were still in good standing? It would be addressed to, let's pick an abritrary Rev. Corps bro and his wife. It would say on the envelope: Reverend Mr. and Mrs. John Butler Then on the inside, the letter would start out with: To: Rev. John Butler From: Rev. L. Craig Martindale Date: 5/8/82 Re: Corps assignments Then the letter would open up with a salutation, like: Dear John, God bless you in the wonderful name of Jesus Christ, our returning lord and Savior. I wanted to talk to you about Corps assignments, and couldn't figure out what you meant when you said blah blah blah..If you want to John, we could do blah blah blah... And so the letter would go.. But, when Earl and I got our "Yer outa here letter", it went more like this: On the envelope Mr. and Mrs. Jonny Lingo At the opening of he letter: To: Mr. Jonny Lingo From: Rev L.Craig Martindale Date: 0/0/0 Re: Lack of response blah balah blah Dear Mr. Lingo, I asked you to respond blah blah...And Mr. Lingo, I have decided to DFAC you Mr. Lingo, and Mr Lingo, you are the salt that has lost it's savor and blah blah...Mr. Lingo blah blah blah... I mean he must have called me "Mister" more times in one letter than I had been called in a year! It was so absurd. I never cared about being called "Reverend", but the contrast was so childish that I was amazed. It was like he really enjoyed his "defrocking" thing by using the word "Mister" like I was some piece of $hit that really hadn't spent fifteen years of his youthful life moving all over the damned country at my own expense and going through Corps et al, and saloming him along the way.. And on the same day that I got my letter, Earl called me up and said cheerfully as Earl always is cheeful; "Hi there Mr Lingo! Did you get your letter from Mr Martindale Mr Lingo? And I said why Mr Burton, so nice of you to call! And how are you Mr Burton? Feeling good today Mr Burton....? Yeah, it was weird, and the letter went out all of us Oldieman, not just staffers on the payroll.

Yes, I meant that Dam guy, Fellowshipper... Private topics Damkeeper... And NiKa- It's OK to be a Texan in your heart. My wife is half Texan in that she is from Texhoma, out in the Panhandle... My Friend Tom Strange- I was invited to the reunion by Valerie her own self... :P-->

FellowOkie, Private topics please....

Thanks Dot. I emailed him. I hope he laughs. We had some funny times together. He being the polished gentleman, and me being the 22 year old yayhoo..

Concerning the Amazing Sea Monkey illustration posted by Excathedra. The one where the Amazing Sea Monkey had her mouth full of cigarettes. Well, I did some research on it, and found out that what we are seeing there is an illustration of love, beauty, and self sacrifice. There is a wonderful story behind it, and here it is... Apparently, there were three young Jewish boys, tripletts, at their Barmitzvah, who had taken a break from their Barmitzvah party, and went into their bedroom to look at their Amazing Sea Monkeys. And while they were gazing peacefully at the habitat of brine, and watching the happy little family of Sea Monkeys, one of the boys pulled out a pack of Camels, passed it around, and they all lit up. They all thought they were pretty cool by now, with them being "men" and all. But as they began to smoke, the peace and tranquility within the Amazing Sea Monkey habitat began to change. The Amazing Sea Monkeys were upset and began swimming about and wagging their fingers in a "no no no!" sort of fashion as if to tell the young boys to stop their smoking! But the boys, being foolish, just laughed and blew smoke at the glass as the Amazing Sea Monkeys banged against the inside of the glass and wagged their fingers at the boys in desperation. The young "men" thought they were pretty smart, and just plain ignored the loving warning of these Amazing Sea Monkeys. And then an Amazing thing happened! The Mother Amazing Sea Monkey within the habitat told her Family that she would have to go "outside" and try and help the young boys. But she told her Family that she might not live through that "thing that she may have to do" in order to save them. So, she bid a tearful goodbye to her husband and many many children, and through the exercised power (exousimo) of Amazing Sea Monkeydom,, transported herself outside of the habitat, and became the size of a regular human being. And there she stood before the three brothers, soaking wet and smiling with great love. The three boys were Amazed. And while the Mother Monkey continued to look upon the boys with Love, she gently took the pack of Camels from young Yitzhak, and began, one by one, to put all of the cigarettes into her mouth. The boys thought it was pretty funny and were elbowing one another and laughing, but failed to see the sadness in the eyes of the Mother Sea Monkey. Once all of the cigarettes were in her mouth, Ziklag whipped out his Zippo lighter and began lighting all of the cigarettes for her as if he were some kind of a "gentleman" or something. As this was done, the Amazing Sea Monkeys within the habitat were going wild! All of the young ones were crying out to their Mama, and banging wildly against the glass, as the Father Amazing Sea Monkey watched from his throne in sadness. For he knew that his Queen was about to make the ultimate sacrifice for these three young boys. But he also knew that this was the way of the Amazing Sea Monkeys, for "Self sacrifice is the passion of all great Sea Monkeys". And as she puffed and inhaled to the delight of the foolish boys, she began to weaken, for the smoke was too much for her. She stumbled at one point, and a couple of cigarrettes fell from her mouth. The boys, still thinking it humorous, picked the lit cigs up for her began to stuff them back into her mouth. She thanked them with love, and continued to smoke and to inhale. But then as she weakened further, one of the boys cried out; "No! We must stop her! For she may not live through this! Maybe she is trying to tell us something!" And they began to knock the cigarettes out of her mouth and put them out in their Sobee bottles. But it was too late, for her light had begun to go out. The boys tried to give her CPR, but it was to no avail. The tobacco poisoning was too much for her, and she continued to go down. The boys felt so low and sad and began to sob quietly, because they knew that they had been the reason for her demise. But the dying Queen stretched forth her hand and all three boys took it and then she spoke. She said with great love and compassion; "Boys, you are young and beautiful. Do not waste your lives trying to be "cool". For, you are already cool. Coolness is a state of mind, and you are already as cool as you will ever be, because your Creator has made you that way. Try to carry this message of the Amazing Sea Monkeys to all whom you meet. You are no longer children. You have gone from boyz to men, and can no longer afford to act so frivolously..." And with that, her light went out. And as it did, her body began to shrink back to the normal size of an Amazing Sea Monkey and then abruptly disappeared, and then reappeared inside of the Amazing Sea Monkey habitat. All of the young within the habitat gathered her up and set her gently upon a bed of seaweed, and the King wept. She was buried that night in the gravel bed of the habitat, while the three young boys, now men, slept. But those young men never ever smoked another cigarette again as long as they have lived, and they have shared the love and self sacrifice of the Amazing Sea Monkeys ever since... Ya know, I had that history on a scrap of paper somewhere, but I have since misplaced it, but I know it to be true... [This message was edited by Jonny Lingo on March 21, 2004 at 10:29.]

Thanks Dot. I'll try to look him up...

Haha! "Kriebs". I remember he used to hang out with a few others and they were known as Kriebs, Kubes, and Probes. That was for Margo Kubiak, and Jeff Probasco. Brian Mansfield, and Paul Klass were also part of that little clique. They used to borrow my car, the "Deermobile" all of the time to go out partying. They liked my aoogah horn and deer antler rack..

Too funny Imbus. And how is Mr. Man today? Hope is nice and fat! Ya know, I had this German Shorthair Pointer that yes, did come out of VPW's stock of Shorthairs. I named him Mr. Starbuck after a character in the book Moby Dick. I had never heard of the coffee until after I named my dog. His official name was Mr. Starbuck Von Der Weg. At any rate, he was a best pal, a good bird hunter, ferocious when he needed to be, and an all around buddy old pal. His "Indian name" was "Dances with Coyotes". And there is a story that goes with it. One frosty cold day, when I had him out running on my wifes' uncles' ranch in Oklahoma, he got way away from me out in the sagebrush and seemed to be on the trail of something. It had snowed, and his dark liver color stood out very well against the snow dusted sagebrush and snow covered ground. And then all of a sudden, a coyote popped up in front of him and the chase was on. I thought it was pretty neat until I remembered that sometimes coyotes will do that with a domestic dog and lead him into an ambush and the coyote pack then kills and eats the pursuing dog. By the time I realized this, he and the coyote were so far away that they were just small specks about a two or three hundred yards away. Fortunately I had my binoculars that "brought them in" much closer. But they were still running in the opposite direction of me.So I yelled and yelled, but there was no turning him back. He had never seen a coyote before, and he must have been fascinated to be on the trail of one of his wild "cousins". So, I just watched him through the binoculars and prayed to God the "begging prayer" that he wouldn't get eaten up. Old Starbuck could have killed one coyote and maybe fought off two, but certainly not a whole pack. So as he chased old Wily Coyotee through the sagebushes, they headed for a small mesa (a table top kind of a hill) that was maybe only fifty feet high or so. I watched as the coyote, keeping an equal distance ahead of Starbuck, sprinted up the side of the hill with my guy in hot pursuit, about thirty feet behind. When the coyote crested the hill, he turned and stopped and waited for Starbuck to make it over the top. I could see the coyote's cold breath as he panted and waited. And that's when I knew that the ambush was really going to happen. As soon as Starbuck got to the top and ran up to the waiting coyote, about nine other coyotes seemed to appear out of nowhere and surround my now bewildered dog. I could see the hair stand up on his back, and instantly, a knot formed in my stomach. My buddy, my best friend! Oh man, I was freaking out because I was pretty sure that I was about to witness my pal being torn to shreds before my eyes! But I prayed the begging prayer again and said; "Oh please please God! Don't let 'em eat him! Please please please!" As I stared in horrified fascination. And then the wildest thing happened. The coyotes began to yip and put their paws together on the ground with their heads low like they wanted to play, and were wagging their tails! At first I thought, what is this? A sadistice ruse? They already had him! Why pretend to be nice before the massacre? But no... Right then, they began popping up in the air like popcorn all around Starbuck and yipping to beat the band! And he went up to one of them and sniffed his butt, and then he began to jump up and down with them and they all took turns sniffing butts and doing their wild yipping and his domestic barking and they just plain had a wild rumpus together out there on top of that mesa! And I was standing there looking through the field glasses whispering; "Well I'll be damned. Wouldja look at that! Why thank you God! Thank you! Wow..." And after about a minute of that, as quickly as they had arrived, all of the coyotes disappeared into the sage brush, and Mr. Starbuck turned and began an easy lope down the hill and across the prairie towards me. When he got to me he was wagging his stump of a tail as if to say; "See boss? I was just spending a little time with my wild cousins! Nothing to worry about!" As I pounded him joyously on the side and patted his head and told him how really fortunate he had been! Man I was so blessed, because I know that God answered my prayer that day and saved my dog! So I looked at him and said; "From this day forward, your Indian name shall be "Dances With Coyotes!" I cried buckets of tears the day he passed away back in 2000, and I have tears in my eyes again right now. He was a good friend and I'll never forget him..

Raf- I don't know what "Dawn of the Dead" is about. Is is it a "slasher"? And are you saying that it is ironic that something like the "Dawn of the Dead" had no negative publicity about violence, when The Passion of Christ did? Sorry if I am a little slow...

Yes Ala P! You are onto it! Once you open your heart, the life of the Amazing Sea Monkeys is all around you! It sounds as if you must have had the Class by now for you to have been so sharp as that to have spotted those Amazing Sea Monkeys like that! And my friend Tom Strange, you are right, I shouldn't focus so much on the Adversary like that. I should keep my mind stayed on the ASM's and the Dark Monkey will flee... And Zixar! I loved your explanation to Ala P about the "monkey on your back" thing. Man, you have really grown. Have you had the Intermediate Class yet?

Like an Eagle- I never found that Bruce Mahon website. Where is it posted?

Patty Gaines, pretty gal with red hair? I do remember that she married a guy in the 10th Corps named Robert Kriebel. Bob was from either Pittsburgh or Philadelphia I think. So maybe they are up in PA somewhere if they are still married.

JZFKY- I think you may have witnessed a counterfeit...

Oh my oh my. It was my then girlfriend Madelaine Smith who witnessed to her and then moved in with her. And I was constantly over there all of the time and Madelaine and I shared the Word with her for hours on end. She was like a sponge, and my girlfriend really loved her and "fed her no religion", just the simplicity of the Word as she knew it. She was so wonderful to be around. I do remember that she got "properly involved" with all of the things in The Way, and I do remember that she married that fellow Bob. And you say he died of AIDS? And you said; Does that mean that he went after "man flesh"? And if so, that must have been pretty hurtful to Pam, and so terribly sad about Bob passing away. I certainly hope that she is doing well. Glad she re-married...

Oh no...JZFKY seems to be tempted by the Dark Monkey. Please JZFKY, don't let him get to you!

OLM stands for "Older Leader Monkey"... And I am still amazed by the experience I had last night. I awoke this fine morning so refreshed and so at peace...

Hay. This is incredible. I just got back from our tiny town talent show at our community center. Lots of kids doing their thing, music, singing, etc. My seventeen year old son sang with a barbershop "quartet" (with twelve guys) who call themselves The Men Of Note". They were superb, with the oldest guy being 74 years old. A nice mix.. And then, and then, this 15 year old girl comes out on the stage in a monkey suit and just stood there quietly facing the crowd. It was quiet as she stood there looking at us, a crowd of about 150. And then, it seems as if the little kids in the audience (who had been sitting on the floor in front of the stage) started chanting "Monkey! Monkey! Monkey! Monkey!" It seems as if they had more sense than the rest of us, because they knew man, they knew!! And then the rest of us in the crowd began to chant also; "Monkey! Monkey! Monkey!" I found myself chanting along happily but not really onto what was really going on there at first. But then it "hit me like a hammer, hit me like a nine pound sledge". We were all chanting "Monkey" in unison together! Hippies, commercial fishermen, loggers, lesbians, city firemen and greenies! And it grew and grew to a fairly loud roar until the silent Monkey began to perform. During the chant when it hit me, I just plain cracked up as I thought about this thread and all of us goofballs going on and on about the Amazing Sea Monkeys. My wife kept asking me through the din of the roar of the crowd chanting "Monkey" why I was laffing, but I just kept laughing and told her I would tell her later. The tears were rolling down my cheeks it was so funny. Or were they tears of joy? Tell me my OLM brothers and sisters, is this more than just something that is funny? Or is there some serious Truth to it all? It turned out that the Monkey girl was a Gymnast who did some splendid floor exercises for us and acted out what appeared to be sort of a "Monkey Mime"... I swear unto you on my mudders eyes, that this very thing occurred between 7:00 and 10:00 p.m. Alaska Standard Time. I was there man, I was there. It's like MOW, like rolling thunder is reaching the uttermost part of the earth, and I as an OLM didn't even do anything to help this outreach occurr! It just sprang forth with a life of it's own. What's that Greek word OLM's? Auxano? Yeah man auxano! I'm tellin you man, it's like sunesis city in my brain right now!!!

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Aha! So, this is what has been going on all of this time! I didn't know just what THE Heck was wrong with me! But, I got it, I got it. Now I know THE truth...

Look. I know that "You had to be there" to really understand this, but in a nutshell, just what is this humorous concept of "THE"? Someone please give it a go and help me out here...

Was Pam Bashura at one time Pam Gambini from Beaverton, Oregon? Was she short, blonde haired and blue eyed, really cute and a tad bit round and extremely loving? The gal I am thinking of was also a nurse.

Are you seeing trails to?

Do you see him around these days at all?

So you see Trefor, I do support you!......As a smoker...

Woodbridge? Do you know Bruce Mahone?