J0nny Ling0

Well now you've pi$$ed her off and I don't blame her one bit. ExCath, f**k him. Fuggedaboudit. He ain't worth your ire, although he deserves it... You are a fine Mom, and I know it because of the things you said. And if you are who I think you are, the sister of one of my wife's best friends in the Corps, then I know you come form good stock, and it's no wonder you are the fine person I have come to know here...

Geez STL, Cantcha read through the lines just a little bit? Cantcha see that Excath has learned a thing or two, but also that she is just a Mom who loves her son? Can't you even read? She said and I quote; Now come on, what the hell is the matter with being a little bit sensitive to a persons heart for cryin out loud? What do you think this is, a personal shooting gallery provided for you to take aim at every single person's possible mistakes so you can drill 'em straight through the heart? She said she had made a mistake by signing him up late, she said that it was a lesson learned. But maybe being honest here is too damned dangerous because someone like you might jump all them. Excath, maybe you shouldn't be so honest, for if you are, someone may see it as a target for them to stomp on, and your heart is more precious than that....

Sorry Hills, Fly Fishing ain't better than Sex. And, I fly fish for Dolly Varden, Steelhead, Pink, Sockeye, and Silver Salmon. Grayling also, which are lots of fun! But if I was on the bank of a beautiful fly stream, and was offered some sex with my lovely, right there on the bank, I know what I would do. And then I would go back to fly fishing!

Z-Shot I must say that your rudeness to Excathedra was totally uncalled for! I only read the first page, but did you apologize to her? You really should. Frustrations and "politics" in kid sports are very real and hurtful to the kids, and her concern for her son is not about "a mommy being over protective". To slam her with "oh you should be thankful that your kid is not dead, at least he gets to play" is totally unconscionable. Why bring something that heavy into this? ExCath is simply a Mom who loves her son, ok? So, quit bein that way... Now, Excathedra. Thanks for bringing this up. We have moved to the "big city" of Juneau, and my two boys, aged nine and 12, just went to their first Little League practices yesterday. We had seen lots of screwy things with coaches and kids not being allowed to play because of this "parental political thing" (read: The son of the school principal gets to play more even though his kid sucks at baseball) and all of that. I have been working forty plus hours a week doing heavy construction, and haven't really focused on the up and coming Little League season, and your thread here has jogged my memory on Little League things. And if I may echo some of the other kindly advice to you already posted, I am sure that things will work out. And, if a boy has a really good arm, it will get noticed anyway. And geez, short stop? That's a killer position to play! Lots and lots of action there to be sure! Have a great season! Jonny Lingo

Oh my, that must have been something.... Well, it must have been nice to be able to be on a different and hopefully nicer level at that time then when you were just kids. And what had happened to the other twin? Did he follow suit as twins many times do, and come to twig also? I used to date a gal in the 11th Corps who was an identical twin whose sister was in the Tenth Corps with me. Twins are really cool! I really loved those two. I wonder where they are these days...

I had none of these "luxuries". I had a wife and two very young children. A daughter four, and a son two. But I had God and His Word, and I never thought that being shafted by The Way would slow me down and keep me from being prosperous or healthy or blessed. And now with a family of four kids-daughter 20, son 18, son 13, and last but not least, a son who is nine, we are still healthy and blessed. The Way did not hurt me and my family to the point of curtailing our progress. We took the good, and left behind the bad. We just shifted gears and forged ahead. My mindset was; Well, at least I do not have to deal with the real hardships that other humans in history have dealt with, like: Living in a gulag in Siberia, having no shoes in the winter at Valley Forge with George Washington and the troops, the horrors of WW I or WW II, the Great Depression, or the Bubonic Plague, or the famines of Ethiopia, Biafra, or the genocidal maniacs in Ruwanda. Life is what you decide to make it, and if you include God and take Him at His Word, you can't fail, because He is always faithful and will perform that which He has promised...

Al Poole, I think I know your brother Bill. Was he in the Ninth Corps? And is/was he married back in the day? I worked at Gunnison with Bill. At least if it is the same one...Great guy. He was a staffer, and I was in the 10th Corps. He liked me and sort ran interference for me, keeping T Jenkinson off of my case. T Jenks was always ....ed at me because I always used my spare time to go fishing... And Vickles, did you tease that bald headed twin some more?

Look, this thread has moved on, and I don't want to get into this discussion anymore. But back to the main topic of "You Can't Leave", I am still cracking up over a post that Out And About posted on the first page. O and A said; Man, O and A, that just cracks me up! "No you're not!!" That's like someone looking you in the eye and saying something like; "You are not a human being! You are a carrot!" And with people like those, well, we know where they belong. Maybe in an institution where the men in the white suits "take care" of them, hmm? "No you're not!"

I didn't say that it didn't exist Rascal, sorry if it seemed that way. I don't think it was anywhere as "mainstream" as it later became. But I do think that Oldiesman and HCW have a point well taken. I loved God and His Word, and was taught in The Way to do so. And when it became evident to me that the doctrine in The Way was wrong, and that the leadership in The Way was evil, we just plain walked out. It didn't line up with It Is Written. I remember when things were heating up in 88 or so, when LCM wrote his "Pledge Of Allegience To Me" letter, I said to my wife,; "Ya know honey, I think our lives are going to change as we know it very drastically". She was afraid as I was, but we knew in our hearts that if we were to keep our commitment to God to stand on His Word, that the The Way was not the place to do it. And so we left. We knew that God would take care of us, even if we did feel "naked" for awhile not "being in the household" and all of that jazz. --> Ya know, I'm pretty certain that someone will comment on my comment, but I really have to get off to work now. Soryy I cannot continue this discussion right now, for it is a very good one. Nice topic Belle. Have a great day you all, but I gotta git, for it is now 0617...

I have a friend who left TWI because LCM ranted that Naomi Pouling Warbasse (who worked for the Feds during the Clinton admin) died because her father and mother left The Way. She died in that plane crash in Bosnia that also killed Ron Forgothislastname, the black guy who was the director of the US Department Of Commerce. I knew her as a lovely and wonderful and brilliant and extremely promising young American girl. (pardon the polysyndeton there-"many ands") A Condoleeza Rice in the making as far as accomplishments go. I have no doubt that some of you here knew her better than I did. I knew her as Art and Nora's lovely daughter more than as a friend. This gal of whom I am speaking, who left The Way, was so disgusted that LCM would seize an opportunity to rant and hurt this poor berieved(sp?) family that she spoke her opinion, was blasted for it, and then just said goodbye. It happened for sure. It was wicked and LCM led this sort of thinking. But I never saw anything like this when I was in The Way. I do remember VPW telling us and teaching that when a person is sick or hurt, that this was not the time to be preaching at them, but rather the time to love them and help them. I was actually reproved once by a limb leader for not being more kind and loving when a person was sick one time, and I know he was right for doing so. Things were different during The Way I. I was gone from The Way by 1989...

Yes, it is a small world after all. One of my neighborhood friends from about around sixth grade age became the vice president of TWI. He lived at the top of the block, and I in the cul de sac at the bottom. One day he walked into twig, and the rest is history...

I have gotten letters of apology as well as have sent them. I am still trying to locate one guy though. Haven't found him yet, but that sucker owes me an apology!! No wait, I mean I want to find him so I can apologize to him for my having been a butthead... :)--> And Vickles, I am certain that you must have been overjoyed...How cool!

Groucho, that is badd...I mean, you must have been horrified...Did you wipe it off or did she?

Steve! said; What kid? There was no kid. she was a fat woman, that's all. Oh no, and I was an idiot... Sorry Steve, I don't get your meaning, The incident occurred back in 78. She (the redhead) was around nineteen at the time. So, that would make her around...46 or 47? Around my own age? So, what are you saying? I don't get it...

Bummer dude. I hate it when that happens. Did my ownself once that way. Fortunately I still have it, thanks to some sutures and a good doc down in Canadia...

Yes, and thank you LG. I think it was Galen who maybe thought it was used incorrectly. I'm really trying to be a good person, really. Hey, maybe that should be my little "tag line", but I don't know how to do the signature thing. Maybe I will try to figure it out... :)-->

Well Longone, that sounds completely and totally like the real roots of said term, but it has certainly been used many many times as a cliche' for meaningless, as well as deceptive "get togethers" since it's early usage. Thanks for the history bruh! :)-->

And Socks, do you remember in that meeting, the poor fellow in the back who began to walk out of the meeting toward where the bathroom was? CG stopped the meeting and singled the poor fellow out and said; "Where are you going!?" And he replied that he had to go to the bathroom, and CG made some terribly derogatory comment to him about leaving the meetin "just to go to the bathroom". Turns out the poor man had be-.... his pants he was so freaked by things CG had said at the meeting. I learned that later from a friend who was sitting next to him. Oh I was burned by that! Poor guy. A really nice and kind minister to God's people he was, and probably still is, like you still are...

Hi Socks. And how are you sir? JL

Ok, smoke and mirrors it is and was! :)--> The first time I read of "dog and pony shows" was in the book, "Soldier" by Tony Herbert, the US Army hero from the Korean War, and the Vietnam War. He spoke to us at Corps Week one year btw. At any rate, in his book, he mentioned the situation report to a bunch of officers after the debriefing of the actual participants in an action that took place, and referred to these as "dog and pony shows". During these meetings, some colonel would get up and speak loftily of some action where the grunts kicked some a$$ with "minimal casualties", and the real horror and truth of said action was that it was a lot more hellacious for our guys than the reporting colonel let on, or most likely even knew of. Usually, the reporting colonel would go on to say that the action was a success, and the "area now secure", much to the dismay of the listening NCO's and sargeants present in the back of the room. A nice whitewash kind of a thing...

I heard that Marylin Manson took the class, and it was after that that he had two of his ribs removed...

I suppose Galen, that the term "dog and pony show" can be applied to many a different "show" where lots of sunshine is blown up the audience's arses, and where the truth is coated over with untruths. I was at all of the clergy meetings and damage control meetings concerning POP, and I think that the term is very apropos, imho. I do not think that the term is used only in military situations...

Wow. Purdy damned cool Galen...

My carpenter partner and I were at a small airstrip in Stebbins, Alaska, a tiny Eskimo village in way western Alaska, near the mouth of the Yukon where it dumps into the Bering Sea. We had just gotten off a Cessna 206 (six seater), and we were waiting for another one to fly us to the the village of Emmonak, which is on banks of the Lower Yukon. It was snowing, and the guy (the mayor)who was supposed to come and pick us up and take us to his tiny general store on his four wheeler ("quad bike") hadn't showed up yet, and it had been a half an hour already. It was snowing lightly and not too cold at +2 degrees. Very quiet. And then we hear a plane coming, but it was way earlier than the one we expected to take to Emmonak. The plane lands, comes bumping up to near where we were standing, and this guy gets out. The pilot gets his luggage out for him and that plane takes off to some other village. So now the three of us are standing there in the quiet, the cold, and the snow. As it turns out, the guy who got out and was then waiting for a different plane than ours, just "happened" to be the lawyer who was handling my partner's DUI case. So when he sees James, my partner, he says; "Oh James, fancy finding you here. I have some papers for you to sign by the way. Here, let me get 'em for ya." And so out came the papers while James signed them on the back of my parka which I was wearing. They then exchanged some details of the up and coming trial, and then the lawyers plane (another Cessna 206) came in and landed, he got on, and the guy flew away. We were just shaking our heads and laughing as I voiced a common adage up here; "Alaska, the biggest "small town" in America". Then our guy with the four wheeler finally drove up and we sat on the rear fenders with our seabags over our shoulders as he drove us to the general store/post office/mayor's office for some hot coffee and a two hour wait. It was nice to get out of the cold, the quiet, and the snow...

Her name was Celine Dion... Just kidding....