J0nny Ling0

I liked the pic of the girl. But mostly because she looked so pretty!

Hi there Free Lady! I just want to weigh in that I too prayed to God to save me and show me the way to his peace and salvation. The very next morning, a WOW Ambassador came to work where I worked, and she was radiant, kind and loving. A living Godsend. She opened the book of Ephesians to me before the day was over, and showed me some of the incredible gems there. I was simply hoping that I was "worthy enough to hopefully and possibly be saved from hell fire and brimstone", and had no idea that there was so much available to me as one of God's children once I was born again! My mind was blown at His quick and timely response. And so, I don't know how all this stuff works, as far as God plucking me out of the muck via a person promoting The Way Ministry, but I do know that somehow God worked in the life of Balaam, who was "crookeder" than a dog's hind leg. "For your way is perverse before me" said the Lord to Balaam, yet God spoke to him and worked within him, somehow, someway... Numbers 22:20-38 And, that record of Balaam's a$$ talking to him really does crack me up! Here, read it, but remember that the word "a$$" is not allowed here at the GSC as it is allowed in the Bible, so it will appear as the word "foot": Numbers 22:20-38 (King James Version) King James Version (KJV) 20And God came unto Balaam at night, and said unto him, If the men come to call thee, rise up, and go with them; but yet the word which I shall say unto thee, that shalt thou do. 21And Balaam rose up in the morning, and saddled his foot, and went with the princes of Moab. 22And God's anger was kindled because he went: and the angel of the LORD stood in the way for an adversary against him. Now he was riding upon his foot, and his two servants were with him. 23And the foot saw the angel of the LORD standing in the way, and his sword drawn in his hand: and the foot turned aside out of the way, and went into the field: and Balaam smote the foot, to turn her into the way. 24But the angel of the LORD stood in a path of the vineyards, a wall being on this side, and a wall on that side. 25And when the foot saw the angel of the LORD, she thrust herself unto the wall, and crushed Balaam's foot against the wall: and he smote her again. 26And the angel of the LORD went further, and stood in a narrow place, where was no way to turn either to the right hand or to the left. 27And when the foot saw the angel of the LORD, she fell down under Balaam: and Balaam's anger was kindled, and he smote the foot with a staff. 28And the LORD opened the mouth of the foot, and she said unto Balaam, What have I done unto thee, that thou hast smitten me these three times? 29And Balaam said unto the foot, Because thou hast mocked me: I would there were a sword in mine hand, for now would I kill thee. 30And the foot said unto Balaam, Am not I thine foot, upon which thou hast ridden ever since I was thine unto this day? was I ever wont to do so unto thee? and he said, Nay. 31Then the LORD opened the eyes of Balaam, and he saw the angel of the LORD standing in the way, and his sword drawn in his hand: and he bowed down his head, and fell flat on his face. 32And the angel of the LORD said unto him, Wherefore hast thou smitten thine foot these three times? behold, I went out to withstand thee, because thy way is perverse before me: 33And the foot saw me, and turned from me these three times: unless she had turned from me, surely now also I had slain thee, and saved her alive. 34And Balaam said unto the angel of the LORD, I have sinned; for I knew not that thou stoodest in the way against me: now therefore, if it displease thee, I will get me back again. 35And the angel of the LORD said unto Balaam, Go with the men: but only the word that I shall speak unto thee, that thou shalt speak. So Balaam went with the princes of Balak. 36And when Balak heard that Balaam was come, he went out to meet him unto a city of Moab, which is in the border of Arnon, which is in the utmost coast. 37And Balak said unto Balaam, Did I not earnestly send unto thee to call thee? wherefore camest thou not unto me? am I not able indeed to promote thee to honour? 38And Balaam said unto Balak, Lo, I am come unto thee: have I now any power at all to say any thing? the word that God putteth in my mouth, that shall I speak. First of all, I added the bold type in the one verse for emphasis of my point. I mean, Balaam was so blind that his dang donkey had more spiritual insight than he did! Too funny! Yet, somehow, God chose to work within that dude. And that was OT, not post Pentecost, after the Gift was given, after our complete and total once and for all redemption. So, how does it all work together? I dunno, but one Day we will know as we are also known...

You are right Rascal, that was unfair, to a degree. You were thrown out as was I and we are on opposite sides of things here most of the time. However, it does surprise me that calling someone a "jagoff" appears to be okay here. And yes, you are right about offensive posts. I think that Bumpy would like to see the alleged offensive posts, and he wanted to see them posted in the "where's Bumpy" thread. But no examination of said offensive posts were allowed, just a banishment instead, until 2018... And so, it seems as if Grouch got his wish on that one, although no offensive posts were examined by even the alleged perpetrator. Surprising thing is though, Bumpy was not a "Way apologist" whatsoever, nor, am I...

?????Whoa, you mean someone here referred to other posters in this manner? Why, that's name calling! And, "jagooff"? Isn't that the same as a "jackoff"? And, isn'tr "jacking off a self sexual gratification thing usually referring to males who take their member in their own hand and umm, you know.... But that's okay when you of the opinion of the majority. Hmmm....sounds kind of Way brainsh to me. "Slam all others who do not believe as you do, and get patted on the back by the majority for doing so...And if not patted on the back, certainly one wouldn't be suspended for it, unless of course you are of the opposing opinion...

It doesn't matter if you say something repeatedly. One step out of line here and you get roasted for it. You should know that by now Abigal... Gotta ggo to work now, can't comment anymore. Bye!

Hey wait a minute everybody: DWBH has spoken! Read it again! He is the one with the true perspective here at the GSCafe! This is the edict to be obeyed!

I second the motion... And DWBH:

Well come on now Rocky, one must keep in character here!

Thank God I didn't start this one, I'd be branded as some sort of sub-human or another... Oh, and, hya Rocky! :)

Yeah, one last thing to share I guess. Lizzy asked: Yeah, Bumpy is my friend. He'll be here at my house in August with his wife. He's never been to Alaska, and I'll be his host and tour guide. He's real and a fine fellow. I just wanted to help out. I think he's been given a very bum rap here that's all.Sorry Lizzy or the rest of you who don't believe it, but, it's true...

It would be nice if Bumpy could defend himself here publicly, but he can't, he's been barred. For instance, a few posts back, Paw said that Bumpy had been suspended "numerous times" which according to Bumpy is completely untrue, non-factual, to him, a fabrication. It seems to him that he's been chucked out unfairly and spoken of disparagingly with out the ability to defend himself while others judge him. As a matter of fact, I remember him being suspended only one time, not numerous times. So what's up with that? And, I am not Bumpy's "champion". He is a grown man, and can defend himself quite well. I opened this subject up because he is a friend and I think the subject should have been aired and he can't do it himself. The reason he is in agreement that this has been aired publicly is because the "automated response" offered him no information as to why he was kicked out. Well, I'm tired of this too for nothing will change... JL

Here is the message Bumpy eventually got from the owner of the site. I've been given permission to post it: Bumpy, > Your member account at GreaseSpot Cafe has been temporarily > suspended. > > Your account will not be functional until Jun 29 2018, > 08:16 PM (depending on your timezone). This is an automated > process and you do not need to do anything to expediate the > unsuspension process. > > Board Address: http://www.greasespotcafe.com/ipb/index.php And so first of all: Until 2018? Most posters here will probably be dead or geezin' bad by that time. And second of all, there is absolutely no explanation at all as to WHY he got suspended. One would think that if one broke the rules, the suspended one should at least be afforded the courtesy as to WHY he had been relegated to the suspension heap, ya know? But no. And ya know, even though we are all "cyber people" here, in reality, we are all actually real people here, and if Bumpy was supposedly discourteous, at least he has the right to be told just how he was, in the eyes of the moderators, being discourteous. To me, this lack of an explanation shows a serious lack of courtesy, and throws a shadow over why there was his suspension in the first place. Maybe Bumpy just isn't "liked" by the moderator and was thrown out because of it. And if those are the rules here: "We don't like you so just leave", then fine so be it, it is your site as RR stated. But I didn't think this was a place like that. And it's weird too ya know? WD, Oldies, Mike and me aren't liked by many, but they/we are still here. And even though I was a blatant violator of the rules (calling Rascal an expletive), I was banned for but a month. But Bumpy for ten years and without an explanation? Just seems pretty unfair, that's all. And so, maybe Bumpy's "offending post" should be displayed here for all to see and judge. How bout it? Post it. He has expressed his desire to have his offending post displayed, so go ahead and do it so we can see if it is way worse than the offending post that earned me a one month suspension... Oh, and yeah, I forgot one more thing about his suspension notice: "This is an automated process and you do not need to do anything to expediate the unsuspension process.". Gee thanks. Kinda like an automated response form letter from someone who you supported faithfully as a Way Corps Sponsor: "And by the way, don't bother writing me again and asking why I don't want any more letters from you....

And, Bumpy asked me to post this, a note he got from a friend: Hey bumpy, Just saw a news report that you were on. Cool! Here is the link: www.News3Online.com Best, Edward K. And, Bumpy asked me to post this, a note he got from a friend: Hey bumpy, Just saw a news report that you were on. Cool! Here is the link: http://www.news3online.com/index.php?code=...1Qz5ne19b41e7O5 Best, Edward K.

And so, I can see that although there are some here who didn't particularly share Bumpy's point of view, it does seem that there are definitely those here who express their belief in his right to have shared his own point of view here. And so, really, I think this has become a valid discussion, even though Rumrunner has simply dismissed it as "crap". Hey, whatever dude. And so now, after having gone back and read Bumpy's "Auf Wiedersehen" thread (good bye in German-and is that high German or low German?), I am mystified as to why that thread was locked? Why was Bumpy's thread "locked out"? Go ahead and read it. http://www.greasespotcafe.com/ipb/index.php?showtopic=17603 After the last post where Excathedra says; "you take care", there is a little icon that says; "closed" with a little "padlock" on it. Just what is up with that? I mean, it was a pretty innocuous thread and only eight posts long. Yes, I agree that Bumpy has been a provocateur couched with his brand of humor with a will to promote "moving on and enjoying life now" a not so terrible sentiment as LZ expressed, but I don't see that as a reason to kick his bloomin arse out of here or lock his thread down ya know? I remember when I once "bid my adieu" here (yes you remember-yes, I know it was overly dramatic-sorry-and yes, I'm still here ), that the dang thread went on for over twenty pages! Socks even came along at one point and said something to the effect of; "Ya know, before long, this long good bye thread is going to become a welcome back thread"! And that thread got ugly and nasty if I recall correctly, but it didn't get locked down. So, why has this happened? It certainly seems to me that the wind has changed around here and that the free speech aspect of the GSCafe is not what it once was. My opinion of course. Yes, as Rummrunner, with his poetic ability said of Pawtuckett; "It's his time and his dime", and to this I have to agree. Pawtucket can do whatever he wishes with his own site. But it seems to me as if "what once was" has now morphed into something else here and that the "bait has been switched". If opinion and debate is encouraged, then why is an opinion that differs from someone elses not only discouraged, but also "moderated out" by forcing the whole human being out? Kind of like; "Oh, you are out of the Shrine!" Take your Fez and little go-cart and hit the road Jack!" I remember once when a gal stood up at Emporia before VPW and LCM and stated her opinion on something that differed from that of VP and LC, that VP told her to "shut up and sit down! You got yer brains in yer a $$ girl!" and she ran crying from the room. I was aghast, but like a good drone, I figured that there must have been something wrong with her "spiritually" ya know. Well, I think Bumpy's dissenting opinion (WHICH IS DECIDEDLY NOT PRO-TWI) should be welcome here. Look, I and many others here have had our feet held to the fire, and I think that no one should be exempt from the same, including the owner of the site. I didn't start out to do this, but simply was asking "why"? But now that it seems to have made the Owner of the site very uncomfortable for the publicity of this question, I wonder why he would want to cover up his reasons for kicking Bumpy out. Or, has this site morphed into a "TWI hate site, all dissenting opinions unwelcome" ? If that is the case, then there is no debate and those who disagree really should be kicked out, and I am fine with that. That's what happened in The Way. I disagreed with LCM and the others and was summarily kicked out. Fine and good riddance. But I didn't think that this was one of those places, that's all... By the way, Bumpy, with a plate of oysters and a glass of wine says "howdy do" from some dang place Across The Pond. He and I and his wife and mine are goin fishin once he gets here to Alaska!

Nicely put Simonzelotes...

I didn't "go after the moderator", I answered his questions with my opinion.

Umm, why shouldn't I? I wasn't asking specifically YOU why he got kicked off, I was asking those who had witnessed whatever "untoward behavior" in some particular thread he may have been involved in, including you as well as others. I was soliciting their/your OPINIONS on the matter. That's what drives this place right? People's opinions concerning their experiences when involved with The Way. Soliciting peoples' opinions concerning their many things we deal with here, there, and all over the place. And so, since when has "publicity" in the GreaseSpot Cafe been an issue? Why has the Grease Spot Cafe become a place of intense "moderation" which amounts to nothing more than severe CENSORSHIP? It used to be a place where one could speak one's mind without fear of being CONTROLLED by SOMEONE HIGHER UP, but nay, no more it seems! Ya know, I may have a some fond memories of times in The Way, BUT, I too did not like the SUPPRESSION of personal thoughts and beliefs, and it certainly seems as if things have come full circle here at the GSCafe. Why make it a public thread? Because I wanted to. But that's against some new rule? Well now, I find this very enlightening. This place has changed Paw, and it seems to be very much more repressive than it ever was. If a person has a dissenting opinion that goes against the "mission" of the GSCafe, then it seems as if the "AXE" is looming which will then eventually fall. Now, I got the boot for a blatant violation for which I own up to. I called a fellow post a cuss word, which was plainly a breach in the rules here. I have since made up with that person, and have even had a nice and pleasant PM conversation with her. It has been nice. But it really does seem as if the censorship hammer has come down, and this place is not what it was when I came here back in 2002, or whenever it was... Oh, and I responded publicly like this "because I wanted to....."

How can he e-mail you if he doesn't have your e-mail address? Why assume that his e-mailing me was his attempt to rectify anything? He is a friend and simply told me what had happened and now wonders why.

Hey, what happened to Bumpy? I got an e-mail from him telling me that he got the ax and has been cast into outer darkness of cyber purgatory! He is wanting to know why because there was no word from P-tuckett, but rather just a freeze up on his account here. Maybe youz guys can get his PM thing going?

Hya Lori! Happy Birthday!

Thanks Jim and Oak...

First of all, when I pasted this here, I lost all of my "italicization". Bummer, that. Anyway, I just polished this up and thought you might like it... Too Crowded On The Concrete Or, Delusions Of Grandeur Denied! There I was. I was in a high rise hotel in Ocean City, Maryland, partying with a bunch of Walter Johnson High School friends. It was during the summer after our sophomore year, and we were on the 12th floor of some high rise hotel that some senior girls had rented for the week. There was Patty and Elise, June and Susan, and four of us guys who thought we were going to "get some". As it turned out, none of us guys were able to get into either of the two queen sized beds with the girls, but rather, were relegated to the outside balcony when we finally crashed. But before we crashed, we smoked outrageous amounts of marijuana, passed around a couple of bottles of Southern Comfort, and worked on the three cases of Miller High Life that we had on ice in the bath tub. Man, we were livin’ large! So, we laughed, talked, tried to impress the girls, but as time went on, none of us boys achieved our main goal. Oh sure we could have been satisfied with just having the girls be happy that we were there, allowing us to laugh and talk with them, but, being guys, we were bummed that none of them "begged us" to "bag them". Oh the illusions from which we boys do suffer. "Delusions of grandeur" as I call it... And so, when we were finally and completely wasted, us guys went out onto the concrete balcony 12 stories above the parking lot. Nobody had a sleeping bag but me, but the cold, damp, night air blowing in off the Atlantic didn't seem to bother us (especially me), because, we were way hammered. And so, we crashed, 12 stories up with the sound of the heavy breakers seeping into our numbed heads. Just before I fell off to sleep, I remember looking through the sliding glass doors at the girls in their comfy beds, getting ready to sleep in such nice and cozy comfort. How nice to have been to be in there with them. But then, my lights went out as I zoned into that pickled state of alcoholic stupor... I am guessing that it must have been hours later when I woke up on that cold, damp, concrete balcony. As my eyes opened, I wasn’t sure as to what it was I was seeing, nor did I quite know where I was. I was very cold, and my left cheek was on the bare cold concrete, and in my line of site at eye level was the horizontal plain of the balcony deck, bordered by the bars of the balcony. If there had been an ant crawling in front of me, it would have looked like a giant prehistoric creature. The concrete had dew upon it, and the faint hint of morning gray was ghosting in from beyond the crashing waves breaking on the Atlantic shoreline. As I sat up and looked around, I could see in the distance the dim outline of another beach front high rise hotel. As the tiny neurons in my brain began to crackle and dutifully make their connections, I began to become aware of the previous evenings’ events: the girls, my buddies, the booze, the reefer, and all of the funny things we did and talked about. I chuckled lightly at the thought of it all, and thought of myself as some kind of “big time party animal”, a real “man of the world”. But then, looking around the balcony deck, my heart thudded heavily in my chest as I realized that all was not well at all. I was alone on the bare concrete, and all but me were gone! There had been four of us who crashed together "too close for comfort" on that cold hard slab. But now all of the sudden, every one was gone! And, what happened to my sleeping bag? Unbelievingly, I looked around the balcony again and I was still the only one there! Where in the hell had they gone? Why had they ditched me like that?! And how could they have ditched me like that? We were all way too drunk for them to have packed off in the wee hours to leave me like that! And so, I thought; "Well, are the girls still here?" And I looked through the sliding glass doors to see Elise, Patty, June, and Susan, but they weren't there either! Instead of the girls, I saw an old man and his old wife on the bed nearest the sliding glass doors. They lay there, half covered up, and sleeping soundly. The old man had his mouth wide open, and even though I couldn't hear through that glass, I am sure he was snoring. Silently and incredulously, I mouthed the word; “What?” It was surreal man, it was weird and I was scared. The music from the Twi-Light Zone began to course through my thoughts as I continued thinking; "WTF? What is going on? Where were the girls? Where was Ronny, Jimmy, and Kenny The Buel?" I really had no idea as to what it had happened to me. An ominous feeling welled within me as I shuddered and looked to the parking lot, 12 stories below. I looked out to the ocean where the breakers broke and the phosphorous glowed with each breaking crash. And then, I looked to my left to the next balcony.... And there, snuggled up to my sleeping bag and sleeping on the balcony deck, was Ronnie, Jimmy, and Kenny The Buel. I looked into the sliding glass doors of their balcony, and I could see Elise and Patty in blissful slumber, as well as two lumps in the far bed- June and Susan. As my fogged out mind began to clear, I looked down between the two balconies that were but four feet apart, and thought about what a plunge like that would do to a body, crashing to the sidewalk after having dreamt a very short dream about “flying”. What had happened hit me very hard. I realized at that moment, that while sleeping but still drunk, I had "sleep walked" and climbed the rail of our balcony in exchange for the unpopulated balcony of the other! "Oh-My God!" I thought. There was but four feet between the balconies, and I had done it in my sleep! I could have fallen and never known why I was dead. It was deep. It was heavy, and I was way freaked out by it all. I sat there stunned as I took it all in. And so, I decided that I'd better get over to "my" balcony so that the old couple, should they detect me, didn't call the cops and have me arrested for "peeping Tom-ism". And so, with shaking hands, and with out looking down, I grabbed the rail and slung a leg over to begin my traverse across the abyss. Four feet may not be very far, but when an open drop of 100 feet or more is below that four foot span, four feet can be a very long way! Halfway across, I heard a voice. It was Ronnie Taylor saying with that customary half a chuckle in his voice asking; "Hey Nye! What the f u ck are you doing?" And I remember replying; "I don't know man, I really don't know. But help me if I start to fall...." But before he could get up, somehow I was over and on the deck with my pals. But only Ronnie was awake, and he was as amazed as I was when I told him what had apparently happened. And then, I crawled into my bag and seriously considered perhaps for the first time, that there is a Kind and Friendly God who watches after us, even when we are fools doing incredibly stupid things. A God who cared about the lowly likes of even me. And yet, as history tells the tale, apparently God does not, or is not able to help everybody who does stupid things like that, and many pass on into History. Then why me? I asked myself. Why had He taken my hand while I, in such an oblivious state of mind stumbled across the abyss of certain death had I fallen? I didn’t know the answer to that question there on that cold balcony, but I was certain that He had spared me. And so, in an awkward prayer under my breath, I thanked God for saving me and went back to sleep. Later that day, I talked one of my friends into going fishing with me, something I had used to like to do when I would go to the beach with my Family. It had dawned on me at The Beach that week that I had abandoned so many of the things that I liked to do and replaced those things with “partying”. And so, my friend Jimmy and I went fishing with some rented poles, and that was cool because I had canned the afternoon “brewfest” and began to re-discover something that had at one time been my passion-fishing. I think that that time was the beginning of an awakening for me, a wake up call to search and try to get back to the things that mattered. Ultimately, that search culminated with me on my knees asking God to forgive me and to send a Christian to teach me about God and His Ways. The day after that request, God answered my prayer, and a whole new life for me began...

Bumpy! How are the oysters? By the time you get here, the Cohos'll be runnin! We'll have smoked/grilled personally fresh caught Wild Alaska Salmon. And then, we can all relax with wine in the hot tub that comes with the new house that we are buying and hopefully will be in by the time you get here! So tell me; "When you come here which way'll you be drivin? From the East Coast and then to the West? And after Vancouver, what kind of maneuver, will get you here so you can relax with the best?"

Here's one I read in Playboy back when I was but thirteen years old.... "There was a do it your selfer named Alice, who used a dynamite stick for a phallus. They found her vagina in South Carolina, and part of her anus in Dallas..." :o Funny how I read it only once, but remembered it since 1969. Must be the the "power of the Limerick".

Congratulations Rascal! That is a way cool accomplishment! I only was a wrestler, but I do know something of the discipline to achieve. But I never took it anywhere nears as far as a black belt. Way ta go Mom... :)