J0nny Ling0

I never said that "one should approach a bunch of gang members" even if armed. That does seem to be a recipe for disaster. I just illustrated that by telling the story of my landlords son who was murdered for doing the same thing. He wasn't armed, but there were six of them or more, and he was out numbered, even if he were armed. God bless him for wanting to help a maiden in distress at the hands of sick punk as sed thugs. But I do believe that if I lived in an area where I may well come into contact with gangbangers-latinos, blacks, asians or whiteboys-I would definitely travel about armed with at least a 12 shot nine mm pistol like the S and W that I do in fact own. And don't mis-read that, for you could if you are dishonest. I meant gang members who are in any ethnic category. Yeah, I'd be carrying. For, I would rather be tried by 12, than carried by six. And my wife and children would prefer that as well. But I certainly would not approach a bunch of punk pieces of crap like that and "confront them" for loitering, or whatever. But, if they approached me, or confronted me, I would rather be armed than not. That's pretty simple, isn't it? When I go into the woods up here in Alaska, particularly when I fish the rivers when the salmon are running, I am always armed. No mindless bear is going to destroy my family if I can help it.

Ya know Rhino, that was superbly put. Mr. P-Mosh certainly did step in his d i c k there...

I'd rather be tried by Twelve, than carried by Six...As my dear departed big brother used to say...

That's pretty interesting Bow. But, I gues that once one has croaked, it doesn't really matter anyway. But if it does matter, then I guess one should find a good partner like Sam McGee did... The Cremation of Sam McGee by Robert W Service There are strange things done in the midnight sun By the men who moil for gold; The Arctic trails have their secret tales That would make your blood run cold; The Northern Lights have seen queer sights, But the queerest they ever did see Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge I cremated Sam McGee. Now Sam McGee was from Tennessee, Where the cotton blooms and blows. Why he left his home in the South to roam 'Round the Pole, God only knows. He was always cold, but the land of gold Seemed to hold him like a spell; Though he'd often say in his homely way That he'd "sooner live in hell". On a Christmas Day we were mushing our way Over the Dawson trail. Talk of your cold! through the parka's fold It stabbed like a driven nail. If our eyes we'd close, then the lashes froze Till sometimes we couldn't see; It wasn't much fun, but the only one To whimper was Sam McGee. And that very night, as we lay packed tight In our robes beneath the snow, And the dogs were fed, and the stars o'erhead Were dancing heel and toe, He turned to me, and "Cap," says he, "I'll cash in this trip, I guess; And if I do, I'm asking that you Won't refuse my last request." Well, he seemed so low that I couldn't say no; Then he says with a sort of moan: "It's the cursed cold, and it's got right hold Till I'm chilled clean through to the bone. Yet 'tain't being dead -- it's my awful dread Of the icy grave that pains; So I want you to swear that, foul or fair, You'll cremate my last remains." A pal's last need is a thing to heed, So I swore I would not fail; And we started on at the streak of dawn; But God! he looked ghastly pale. He crouched on the sleigh, and he raved all day Of his home in Tennessee; And before nightfall a corpse was all That was left of Sam McGee. There wasn't a breath in that land of death, And I hurried, horror-driven, With a corpse half hid that I couldn't get rid, Because of a promise given; It was lashed to the sleigh, and it seemed to say: "You may tax your brawn and brains, But you promised true, and it's up to you To cremate those last remains." Now a promise made is a debt unpaid, And the trail has its own stern code. In the days to come, though my lips were dumb, In my heart how I cursed that load. In the long, long night, by the lone firelight, While the huskies, round in a ring, Howled out their woes to the homeless snows -- O God! how I loathed the thing. And every day that quiet clay Seemed to heavy and heavier grow; And on I went, though the dogs were spent And the grub was getting low; The trail was bad, and I felt half mad, But I swore I would not give in; And I'd often sing to the hateful thing, And it hearkened with a grin. Till I came to the marge of Lake Lebarge, And a derelict there lay; It was jammed in the ice, but I saw in a trice It was called the "Alice May". And I looked at it, and I thought a bit, And I looked at my frozen chum; Then "Here," said I, with a sudden cry, "Is my cre-ma-tor-eum." Some planks I tore from the cabin floor, And I lit the boiler fire; Some coal I found that was lying around, And I heaped the fuel higher; The flames just soared, and the furnace roared -- Such a blaze you seldom see; And I burrowed a hole in the glowing coal, And I stuffed in Sam McGee. Then I made a hike, for I didn't like To hear him sizzle so; And the heavens scowled, and the huskies howled, And the wind began to blow. It was icy cold, but the hot sweat rolled Down my cheeks, and I don't know why; And the greasy smoke in an inky cloak Went streaking down the sky. I do not know how long in the snow I wrestled with grisly fear; But the stars came out and they danced about Ere again I ventured near; I was sick with dread, but I bravely said: "I'll just take a peep inside. I guess he's cooked, and it's time I looked"; . . . Then the door I opened wide. And there sat Sam, looking cool and calm, In the heart of the furnace roar; And he wore a smile you could see a mile, And he said: "Please close that door. It's fine in here, but I greatly fear You'll let in the cold and storm -- Since I left Plumtree, down in Tennessee, It's the first time I've been warm." There are strange things done in the midnight sun By the men who moil for gold; The Arctic trails have their secret tales That would make your blood run cold; The Northern Lights have seen queer sights, But the queerest they ever did see Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge I cremated Sam McGee.

I have a nice house in Haines, Alaska. Small town, and from our front picture windows, we have a majestic view of the snow covered Chilkat Mountains, and a southern view of Lynn Canal, North America's largest fjord. Here is the view from my house. http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=htt...ines%2Balaska%2 Bphotos&start=1&sa=X&oi=images&ct=image&cd=1 I have been renting my house to a wonderful woman by the name of Sally for the past two years. She is single, a pretty woman, and has the nick name of "Hot Tub Sally". Yes, Sally is a bit rambunctious. But hey, c'est la vie! She has always paid the rent on time, and has taken care of our home/investment with great care. Her brother lives with her also, and he is a fine fellow, although a bit timid in that he refuses to shovel the snow off of the roof, like our other renters have. His name is Paul. At any rate, just about six weeks ago, Sally's 32 year old son was coming out of a bar in some city in California. He was with his girlfriend, and when they were walking to their car, this guy, "Matt", the son of Sally, saw that some gangbanger Mexicans were harrassing a woman and grabbing at her private parts. The girl was terrified and screaming for help. This young man, Matt, the son of my renter Sally, went over and began to ask the guys to "lighten up and leave the woman alone." At his request, one of the scumbag punks produced a pistola and shot Matt and killed him on the spot. Boom! Life over! Take that bitch! End of story. Matt died at the scene... And so now, Sally, my faithful renter is moving out in April before her lease is up (June), to be with her other children in California. The grief is too much for her. She "breaks the lease" with my blessing. We have sent our condolences, and wish her God's comfort. The punks that did this were gang members and illegal aliens. It is my opinion that such murderers should be exterminated with extreme prejudice...

Gee thanks George, that was real nice of you. But ya know, George, I never ever said that I believe that being an organ donor is wrong. Never did I say that. I just said that it would be wrong for me, due to my beliefs. As a matter of fact, I am very grateful for those who have made the decision to be organ donors. I have a very dear friend in Texas who just received a new liver from a 24 year old young man who died in a car wreck. My friend, from his very early drug days, had contracted hepatitus C from a dirty needle, and was very near death when he "got the call" for his new liver. And, the operation went with textbook precision, and my friend now has a new lease on life. And, my friend met with the family of the donor (a very important part of this scene to help the bereaved in their loss), and it was a very deep and wonderful yet sad time for my friend's family, and the family of the young man who died. And end of a life, yet a new beginning for another. My friend, with his new wife (his first wife died of juvenile diabetes), and two young sons, now have a solid future to look fwd to, instead of one of uncertainty. I am very happy for you and your sister in law also. And so, I am very thankful for those who have made the decision to do this. But as for me and my body, I fully expect to keep on keepin on until I am geezin, and I do not suspect my old body parts to be worth anything, that's all. And I do think it would allow a crack in my resolve. But that's just me, and not you. Do what you want George, that's fine with me, but don't call me selfish, for, my belief in this is one that is motivated by my love for my wife and kids who need me to be around as long as I can be. And so now, I will look up the word "myopic". I am not a smart man, but I know what love is...

Too much Trouble. I rode my first bull into the ground. He lasted more than eight seconds, and I lasted for two seconds more.....Dug 'em into the dirt.....End of story.....

From all my experiences with him, I liked him. He liked me, and asked me to help him on a number of projects at Camp Gunnison and at Headquarters. He was nice to me, appreciated my skills as a carpenter/drywall guy, and he was amazed at the fact that I could catch as many fish that I did out of the Gunnison River. He used to watch me and shake his head everytime I hooked, landed, and returned a nice Brown Trout or Rainbow to the Gunnison. One time, his damned dog "TJ" ran into the river and tried to grab the big .... ed trout that I was fighting, and I cussed a blue streak at that dawg for messing with my quarry! Yeah, I was seriously p.o.'d. And then, from behind me, I heard that familiar voice chuckling saying; "So, you don't like my dog, eh?" And I said; "Well sir, your damned dog interfered with a nice German Brown trout and caused him to slip the hook!" And he laughed, and said "thanks for the show", and went back inside of his cabin. And so, for me, he always treated me decently, and I am still thankful for PFAL....

"Is that you sister?" Haw haw! Good one! Nasty parts? Au contraire! Those aren't the nasty parts, those would be the yummy ones!

Well now, I don't think my wife would appreciate the Bunny Ranch, even if it was free. Funny story though. No doubt some of those boys away at war like that would surely appreciate "some of that". And, I guess some military gals showed up too? Must be that those gals liked the fairer sex as well, for, I don't think that The Hollywood Madame (what's her name?) has set up her "stud ranch yet. Oh yeah, Heidi Fleiss. And, we have aready decided to see "Blue Man Group" whatever that is. Don't they play some kind of unique instruments? And thanks for the heads up on the "time share sell job". I have said no before though, although they really know how to make you fgeel like s h i t for not buying. One time, down in Virginia, we were told that all we had to do was listen to a sales pitch on a time share "camping spot" at a lake resort in order to receive free gifts. After we were driven around, the place simply had no appeal to us. And so, even if we were in the market for a recreational facility, there was no way we'd consider buying into the deal. And so, after two hours, the woman sales person made a terrible mistake which made it very easy for us. She referred to one of her previous clients as a "dumb nigger" who bought a time share deal the month before. She said this after we passed a nice black family barbecue-ing at their RV camp spot. My wife and I were aghast at not only hearing it, but that someone could be so incredibly stupid as to simply assume that any and all people thought exactly as she did when it came to the subject of the races. Now, someone said something to me yesterday about Vegas. My buddy Tom told me that there are hordes of "solicitors" who come up to you and hand you pamphlets on escort services and such and that they hound you to death. Have any of you all heard of that? My friend Tom almost got into a fight with one of those guys because he would not leave him alone. Anybody know about that?

Just what is "cow tipping"?

My wife and I are going to go to the Tahiti Village in Las Vegas, Nevada. Yup, we are going down to Sin City. We have never been there before, and we are really excited. My wife hasn't even been out of Alaska for five years, and so, this is long overdue. The Tahiti Village is a time share thing, and we have to listen to a two hour spiel, but in return, we get three free nights in a hotel (New Frontier-right by Treasure Island), we get 500 dollars worth of slot machine coins, a free dinner, and a night seeing some stand up comedian. My wife has even bought me a free evening at the Chicken Ranch!......(Not!) This is the deal that is being promoted by Tanya Roberts (Sheena), and we figured we'd give it a go. And so, anybody have any Vegas suggestions? Any particular shows to see? Places to go? :dance: :)

Here's my take: I am not an organ donor, nor will I ever be. I once told a fellow believer back in Way Daze who had asked me if I would donate my organs in case of a "mishap": "Well hell no! No way! By the time I die, my eyes, liver, heart, whatever will be so shot that they won't be good to nobody! I intend to live to be at least 100! And so, no....I am not an organ donor". For me, I have only one shot at this Life. I believe the promises of God when He said; "That it may be well with thee and that thou mayest live long on the Earth". (Ephesians). Yeah yeah yeah, I know that this is bone headedness to some of youz, but what do I have to lose by believing it? Not a damned thing. No, no donations from me, for, I am going for the whole enchilada. And for me to donate is to leave open a crack in my resolve. I believe that God's Promises are truer than True, and I am here for as long as I can be. I want to make sure to live long into my (unborn) Grandchildren's lives. And I am going to teach 'em what I know works and has worked for those who trust God and His wonderful matchless Word! That's right, Jonny Lingo may be to some of you, an idiot, but so far, my wife and my family have been healthy, wealthy and blessed, based on this same rock solid belief. No one will ever take this away from me and mine, for "God is able and willing to fulfill that which He has promised. And for that, I am thankful.....

Umm, I was joking about Doc Watson telling me to get a haircut, for as we know, he is blind. Sorry bout that. But Earl did pat me on the head and tell me, a fifteen year old to "keep pickin son..."

Jimmy Driftwood, and so, you knew him huh Ron G? When you saw him at the gas station, was it like; "Hi there Mr. Driftwood, how're you today"? Too cool. And ya knbow, if I am not mistaken, he also wrote "The Tennesee Stud" Performed best (at least best I ever heard) by Doc Watson. Never actually heard Jimmy Driftwood perform it. And, as far as fiddle tunes go? Well now, I would have to say that OBS fiddle played by Vassar Clements is tops, with maybe the exception of "Lonesome Fiddle Blues", also performed by Vassar Clements. Lonesome fiddle blues just makes my heart sing big time. Both of these tunes are cuts from "Will The Circle Be Unbroken" (WTCBU), and are my very favorite versions by far. The recording sessions were just superb and unequaled, in my opinion of course. And when it comes to fiddlers, although I have heard Doug Kershaw and Byron Berline, my very favorite fiddler of all time has to be Vassar Clements, a man who (I believe) never learned to read music, just played it. I have met Vassar on three occasions, as well as Doc Watson, Earl Scruggs, and Mother Maybelle Carter. When they toured the year that the WTCBU album came out around 72, most of the musicians on the album were at the concerts to perform. And they were very gracious to hang out with the concert goers and introduce themselves during intermissions. And the older traditional bluegrass musicians were very intrigued that a bunch of us city kids that were bluegrass wannabes were there to see them. I told Earl that I had bought a banjo because he had inspired me, and that I could by that time play "Cripple Creek". He smiled and "towseled" my hair and said; "keep pickin son". Doc Watson told me that I was a fine and handsome young man, but that I should cut my hair......

That was a nice, evenly stated post LindaZ. Very fair and not one sided.

Oh my. Metro Atlanta. That's a huge one, isn't it? I know I'll not do that. For me, the "huge city of Juneau" at 29,000 people is way too much. And so, was that thing that Ross Perot predicted part of the reason for the clothing manufacturing jobs moving overseas? I have heard that a serious amount of manufacturing jobs have moved South Of The Border... Well, Godspeed Herbiejuan. I hope your little town makes it. The town of Haines is slowly recovering in the form of "Heli-Skiing", which is helicopter skiing in some of the most awesome extreme skiing in the world. http://www.feedthehabit.com/articles/red_b...snowthrill.html

Aww shucks, no problem Herbijuan. I see that you were being pretty serious, and maybe the time of the "humor' was bad too. And so, I think Cool Chef's "rule of thumb" is a good one. And, if I had to choose a topic, and the choices were wide open, I think I would make sure to choose a subject that I am passionate about. One that I am very familiar with and one that has an known audience. For example: I lived in a small harbor town in Alaska (Haines) where we had a thriving cruise ship business. We only had one cruise ship a day, five days a week. That's only five ships total a week. Each ship arrived at 5:00 p.m. and departed at 11:00. That meant tourists off the street by 10:00 p.m as the ship got ready to sail. The shops prospered, nature tours prospered, the liquor stores prospered and the bars prospered. My friend's tattoo parlour did very well. People took out business loans to open gift shops and they began to prosper too. And, the money trickled throughout town, and we enjoyed three years of prosperity, with a very low level of impact as far as having lots of people in town was concerned, for, at the end of each day, they were all gone. And, it was not the "Disneyland overkill" of Skagway, Alaska (only twenty miles away as the crow flies), that receives five huge cruise ships a day. Yes, that small town of 800 receives over 11,000 tourists and crew members a day, and it is a way crowded hustle bustle town in the summer. And, of course, Skagway is awash in money. Very prosperous town. But Haines was far and away from that kind of crowd, and we "Hainiaks" were not about to become another Skagway. Five ships a week was more than enough... And so, here was our little town of 1200 (with much more city infrastructure than Skaqway because Haines used to be a logging town of 5,000 back in the early seventies), trying to get it's feet on the ground by trying to join the tourist business since we really had not much of an economy-for our old economy was killed off-and lo and behold, disaster struck! One day when one of the Royal Caribbean Cruise Lines (RLCC) monster cruise ships docked, and as the smiling passengers began to walk off the dock, a crowd of around thirty hippies met the passengers with signs and posters and began to shout the hapless tourists down. Yeah, here was gray haired "Hal and Marge" from Effingham, Illinois, or Keokuk, Iowa, looking at the wondrous Alaskan scenery, and all of the sudden, there is an angry hippy in their faces screaming; "We don't come into your bedroom and s hi t in it! Why do you come and s hi t in ours!! Take your toxic waisting cruise ship and go back to the States!" Yes, there had been an isolated incident when a cruise ship had dumped some of it's sewage in our waters some eighty miles south of Haines, but they got busted for it, paid millions in fines (at least 1 million to Haines), and the situation was "made right". But, after this "protest" at the cruise ship dock, RLCC, told the city of Haines; "Well, we hope you enjoy your two brand new baseball diamonds with the digital score boards, the new and huge jungle jim for the little guys and gals, and the baseball uniforms for the Little League guys that we gave you, but, we have to go. You need us more than we need you. Our passengers have been insulted for the last time, and so, we have to go". And they left. And the business rolled up. My house depreciated greatly. My property taxes went up to pay the bill on the new cruise ship dock which was to be paid for with docking fees, now hardly used. The "anti- economy crowd" (small minority) laughed and cheered their "victory" which included hurting many many familes-including my own-and the town's emerging economy up and died. Many moved away. "Grizzly Gregs Pizza" went bankrupt, Barb's Bakery died, my friend Fred's very high quality Native Alaskan Art store (ivory carvings, etc) went bankrupt, and on and on down the line. All of these people (including me) moved away to larger cities in Alaska where they could make a living taking care of their families. Unfortunately, we have taken jobs that are not in the realm of our "onetime dream businesses", and are living in the bigger less attractive cities like Juneau, Fairbanks, and Anchorage. And so, I could make a very good speech about this occurrence in a very unique Alaskan town. I first tell them how one selfish group, with beliefs of their own but contrary to many, did a drastic thing but with great boldness, and managed to disrupt and bankrupt the economy of one whole town. And this would be the "Tell Them What You Are Going To Tell Them" part. Then I would tell them, just as I just now told you, then I would re-iterate the salient points and end it with my opinion of such peoples' efforts, which would be the "Tell 'Em What You Just Told 'Em" part. Hey Herbijuan, I know that you don't want your speech "to be about you", and I admire that. But the most comfortable way that I know to give a speech is to have an Incident that you can relay, for their really is "power in the incident". And, if that incident includes one of your experiences, there will be that much more power in that incident, because it is way easy to become passionate about ones' own experiences. And so, food for thought!

No argument here....

Ahh. I get it now. And, I want you all to know that I am under no illusion that "JAL" is on the right track, that he is walking in the purity of the love of God, and, I believe that his defense of this personal prophesy stuff is inane. I would never vote for that drivel, and would be long gone once I'd heard of it. I have never been involved, and never will. But, I don't see why there can't be civility toward someone like JAL when he comes in here into what amounts to a very hostile environment for him. Yes, there are past issues that many here have with him, but, I just don't see any fruit from treating him rudely. I don't think he's been back, has he? I'd be surprised if he did come back. Anyway, to stick to the doctrinal things, and the weird issues seems to be wiser than mocking his use of the phrase: "God bless you in the wonderful name of our living Lord and Savior Jesus Christ", or the fact that he spoke in the first person in his letter. If you want to debate the larger points, it may benefit all here if you'll hold your tongues on the little ones. Anyway, now I am beating a point into the ground. And so, I'm done... Thanks White Dove and DMiller...

Sorry WD, that question is not quite clear to me. Could you re-state it? I am a little too simple at times...

Well the guys trained by Jesus himself certainly fell flat after awhile.. I don't think that there will ever be any Christian ministry that will stay tight and intact and helpful all the way through to the Gathering Together. It's those dang Humans that mess it all up ya know...

I get your point and, granted, it IS more snide and irrelevant to the main reasons this group is out there, but it IS annoying to some folks. Kind of like when people say, "God bless you, you're the best" or talk in other flowery, super sickly sweet over-the-top 'Christian' vernacular. I am just saying that if anyone here wants JAL to begin a dialogue in this forum and do some debating, he's probably not going to be too encouraged by the rudeness in such insignificant points like "how he provides salutations" in his letter. I f I were going to come here to debate a topic, I think that if I saw that, I would say; "Oh what's the use? I can't even get past "how to write a letter?"

Oldies, I have to totally back you up here. When biblical examples are used, the common retort is that "Vic was no King David or King Solomon". Well, that doesn't wash with me. I know that he was neither. But since the argument is about "flawed humans" communicating God's Word, I my self cannot but help to bring up Solomon, David, et al. For, they were very flawed humans (David a murderer), and yet God still worked within them to will and to do of His good pleasure. God knew what path David would go down, yet still helped him slay Goliath of Gath when he was but a stripling...

Yes, but when they do something that is biblical, why must there be a sarcastic response? Isn't there enough weirdness (like nose spiders) to focus on? It just seems like the sarcasm is so nit picky and out of line. I think that there is a ton of error to be address without snide comments...