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have you thought for half a second that someone from the early seventies has entirely abandoned that kind of ....? let's see what the GS spellchecker does with the last sentence.. I was from the early seventies as well.. I saw what others did, in the early seventies.. brb. A few moments here.. pretend it is chat.

I'm sorry friend. You ask a question like this.. and half-drunk Squirrels WILL reply..

sooo. Wierwille was a maniac. heh it took some of us some time, but we likewise figured it out.. so.. who is it those who shall "go".. another half a bottle of 47 pound chicken, and I'm sure I'll figure it out.. *We* will go, with our spouses, untouched, and un-maimed.. Our wowmobiles, our little businesses and professions.. our.. sowy. I'ts the best I could come up with at the moment..

Who are they that shall go? well.. somebody has to speak for da devil, you know..

dismissing moral superiority in a debate.. doesn't that indicate the person with the argument is complaining that the other party has an "unfair advantage"?

but.. there is nothing quite like, da Original.. If only you could read it in the original.. and if you don't like all the links.. here is da Best..

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PyNTibg6ehQ&feature=related sowy. I couldn't resist, either.. cripe.. this character makes the rounds, doesn't he? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PZp8T5r-Nx8&feature=player_embedded

forever stuck on a vicious cycle.. maybe that's what "conscience seared with a hot iron" is all about.. can't break free even if they wanted to..

True.. but it doesn't confuse me any more.. sometimes all it does is to drive me to laugh.. its almost like watching a dog chase its tail.. why does he (or she) do it? maybe the answer is obvious.. maybe there is no *reason*. It is because it (the tail) is there.. I dunno.. maybe the animal needs that kind of "security"..

What position? That is what is YOUR position here? What are you really trying to say? What is the "save haven" in da way you describe? For whom? What TANGIBLE amount of "safety" what was it? And who was it afforded to, under what conditions, why? You define your terms with a vague verse of scripture? "the Lord heard my cry.. and brought to a safe haven.." Can you describe what measure of safety you really enjoyed? what was it? I can state my position clearly here.. the vicster was nothing more than a second rate con-man, who posed as a "manogawd", leaching off of, and selling other men's works and such to support his claim, The vicster had lower morals than a Guinea Pig. Guinea Pigs generally don't use date rape drugs. He kept a STABLE full of females.. he passed women among his top "men" like The vicster was a very, very bad man. I'd go on.. but those are just a couple starters here.. is that clear? so what is your "position" here? That all the above DOESN'T MAKE ANY DIFFERENCE? That the blood of Jesus covers it all up? that.. despite EVERYTHING.. all that counts, is that da vicster "saved" you from the Trinity? Or a belief in life after death? I'm really trying to understand what you are saying. It's kinda like another dialogue I can remember. "come back to pfal." why? "you will be surprised with the RESULTS." what results? "You wouldn't understand. Come back to pfal.." I TOOK the god forsaken thing over fifty times. What difference is it going to make if I "come back"? I've already SEEN the "results" (little, or none). "you must have not gotten it 'right'. something you missed.. come back to pfal. It's there.." what is *it*? If this is the kind of "dialogue" we are having here.. I'll go my way, you go yours.. but true, that is what is *neat* about this place.. God and the whole world can see what kind of mentality that was being forced upon us..

and they rely on one's basic sense of decency and love of God to not pluck them off.. sure looks pretty on the topside. Polished, shiny little creature.. "that da *ministry* be not blamed.." I dunno. A tick is a pretty offensive thing, at least to me.. no matter what religion it boasts..

toss religion into the mix and why does logic seem to evaporate.. these fiends are like parasites in the arm pits of society..

So just HOW is the vicster's supposed *ministry* a safe haven? a safe haven from WHAT? and for WHOM? raping, pillaging, opulent spending and living.. as far as I can see is.. it was a "safe haven" for CRIMINALS, and a RELATIVELY safe haven for those who could be kept clueless.. I haven't been offered or given many other options here.. one can label a brothel a church, or "ministry".. but the label does not change what is inside.

the *real* chicken. Excue me, rooster.. is about 37 pounds.. I really wish, that I could be that happy.. twice a day would be a luxury here..

why nevermind.. when you can be the entity that you are..

I'm surprised.. at after the years of opulence.. he actually remembereed what the details it would take.. to move the tractor..

why make such a big deal out of it.. when I was "downer" on my luck.. no it wasn't bad for me or anything.. but these morons couldn't figure it out.. this was.. and maybe still is the *rule*. be *cool* about it.. and you can do almost anything you want to do.. "I can be anything I want to be.." why don't you just friggin BE it.. I know.. it takes a lot.. what else did you expect with this existence. I only get "blessed" with a finite amount here, existence, that is.. we should not have had the beer run.. isn't that the whole point here? yeah.. it might lead into.. gawd forbid.. a cosmic pile of.. s*it.. what an immature thought.. sn't that where all quests lead? the unknown?.. sowy. all of the above nuttiness.. was largely endorsed by a crazy, sober driver, on a fabled beer run.. I was not the sober driver.. Gawd bless you, sober driver.. she offers me green tea.. I accept.. we were all prophets.. we just didn't know it.. I've been called that once.. by a follower of vic.. what do you now think, friend..

He was cool and all.. I still go where he goes.. quietly of course.

and at the end of the day.. Mr. Natural.. was just blotter.. not dispersions to his character here, by no means. Don't get me wrong or anything.. gawd bless him.. and to my dear, dear childhood friend.. who wouldn't pray for gawd to bless his lsd.. I really hope someday.. you have "what it takes" to REALLY talk to me.. :) well.. there is no Mr. Natural here. I will go.. in my squirrelish ways.. to consume yet one more goblet of red wine..

If Mr. Natural could still "deliver" today, it would still make some sense.. hey.. only 200 micrograms. but what the heck.. Hmmm. well.. just swallow down three or four of the suckers.. sowie. Just old memories here.. they have to live someplace.. In that particualar comic, he didn't learn the lesson. Don't follow me. I'm NUTS.. I've done some funny such dance a couple of times.. but I've only been able to levitate in my dreams.. why start a commune.. when one can "turn people on" where they happen to BE at the moment.. maybe its asking far, far too much. maybe not..

so the sober driver and I just made da "run". only cost a fiver.. no hundred bucks here. I could do another twenty runs for what PFAL, etc cost me.. well, I am being a well-behaved Squirrel. have to be good to myself.. still get up in the wee hours of the morning and do math.. Soo. What about da vicster's gold plated shovel? one poster here has testified as to its existence. what I wonder is.. how did a place dedicated with a tarnishless, gold plated (if not solid gold) shovel, end up dedicating a house of brass..

I'm ready for a beer run. But no, I really don't need it..

Beer runs are better. Victors, strike up a song. Not somber.. BEE Double EEE, double R, U N Beer run... BEE Double EEE, Double RR double EE.. Beer.. runnnnnn.. how does the rest of it go.. something about having a fiver, and a non-drunken (i.e. sober) driver..

Hmm. so there WAS a shovel. Enshrined, in da most holy of places in gawd's creation, to be sure. did it have large holes in it? You know.. as in a "shovel" one uses to dig up *something* the cat buried? sowy. It's actually been a good day here..