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maybe they'll take a lesson from gramps. Invite me to speak at their advanced class.. so interesting.. gramps and Arthur Ford were friends.. bizarre.. Ha! that was it. The Superman world where nothing was where it belonged.. Bizarro..

the sad thing here.. I am the best friend that they possibly could have.. and they will never figure it out.. I shouldn't say never.. pigs can fly. It's happened before..

I'm surprised rocky hasn't weighed in on this (yet once again..) the whole "problem" with da sowers thingy.. I was invited. No, not by the now whoever is in charge, but gramps. No strangers at "da way".. is it "da way" or isn't it? new name, different farm.. weather perhaps slightly more hospitable in February.. oh yeah.. not to mention one of the "keeds" sold his soul to me for a tank of gas.. so I was invited. Are you going to attempt to pull in the welcome mat at this late date? there are more than a few reasons your "prayers" haven't done much to change the situation here.. yeah.. I know the "drill".. why didn't it work..

Yeah.. if all it was was a scam.. we would have had to scammed ourselves.. heh.. well, there could be stranger things..

Ha! as rational as I can be.. I can't conclude that.. maybe I'm just a dreamer..

sorry.. it is happening eveywhere.. where do we go from here.. friends, or are we not.. sorry if this is asking too much..

Ha! he was such.. a friggin moron.. rock, ...... without penile inducing drugs.. he didn't stand a chance.

I remember the bar scene of the very late sixties.. there were some (reallY) uncomely "ladies"(?) taking their positions at the bar.. sorry if this seems... what is the word.. heartless? no, that's not it.. it's just an observation.. so in the Anchor Bar.. there were feminine what is the word.. all I can say. The young guys called them.. "ugly".. somehow the very old card holders didn't care.. rosie is no different here.. I wish.. Chip Davies would come here to contribute.. he "witnessed" to these poor souls in the bar.. I'm trying to understand as well.. Mr. Davies was my teacher in Physics.. what do you have to say now, friend..

There was an old proverb.. any port in a storm..

because.. there was not anything better AT THE MOMENT.. they ended up being a tired, well used prostitute.. I'm sure you have the same opinion, to the extent of YOUR experience.. sorry if I'm wrong here..it's just a thought..

that is the whole "devil" of the thing. suppose the u.s. of A enacted law stating debt to be illegal. There is some check and balance in the Constitution.. something about post-facto law.. in other words, they don't have the power to make a whole bunch of people engaging in previously legal activities and label them felons, at the stroke of some executives pen.. apparently that does not apply to da almighty bulbous representatives of da way.. I don't know why followers put up with it.. taxation (tithery) without representation..

yeah.. what if the transmission, or fuel pump.. or whatever it is went out on my car.. maybe I'm lucky. I keep enough cash in the account so I can ride the damned bus if I have to to fulfil my commitments.. I know a lot of people don't even have that..

So what is the motivation? i.e. behind the no "debt" policy? No student loans.. a less educated, and less skilled following? no car loans.. no reliable to hq within the magic 150 miles or something? no house loans. No "commitment" in terms of dollars and cents, to something outside of da house-hole money pit.. credit cards. I have to partially agree.. "its not a good idea" if you can't pay. There is a modern alternative, a DEBIT card. Not really any more costly than a checking account. Credit cards can end up being extreme usuary. for debit cards.. now you sign an agreement with the bank. "in the event I try to debit more than the account balance, I either: 1. Authorize the bank to pay, and charge me exhorbitant fees.. or 2. You will decline the transaction, on the spot.. which one do you think I chose? the lady behind the counter explained some people like the buffer, in case they need some kind of emergency loan at the spur of the moment. I still declined. I'd rather beg.. :

soo.. what does one do when the "hurters" just open shop somewhere else? Praying to gawd(?) that nobody knows who they really are, or were.. http://sowersonline.com/default.aspx *they* actually consider the kind of documentation here *good*. i.e. free advertising.. the only thing I wonder about is.. whatever came of what's his name's daughter.. involved in da organization.. you know. The dumbass who continued trespassing on way property, thinking it was holy ground or something.. that says a lot, doesn't it? fame of da word.. to the extent that somebody is straining and can't remember your name.. pathetic.. "uncle mac".. Ha.

I wonder what they will do when she unexpectedly "croaks". Can't have that in da household of zion(?).. maybe they will prop up something bulbuous enough in her place.. carry on business as usual..

or maybe the revolution was a tad more subtle.. "don't go to twig"..

I thought that about my parents for a while.. how dare you die on YOUR watch.. hey.. its something that one might think.. ha! In the scheduling routine.. I wonder how they figure this.. "sorry. You can't die today. It's not on your schedule, you submitted in triplicate.." my parents were lucky..

Ha! and nobody could die, unless they were allowed to.. they still have a few old timers, stashed away.. for gawd only knows what for.. don't die without the bod's approval..

Some of the finest music came from this.. and poetry.. Chicago looked at a few moments of craziness.. I'm sad they thought that they thought their thought of revolution was what was it.. "there definitely was a cultural and generational revolution. And I think the knuckleheaded view that most of us had of what a revolution is certainly did not happen. But perhaps a much more subtle and profound revolution is what occured.." maybe its asking too much..

maybe.. very interesting.. these thoughts started during wwI, if not before.. Ha! like the wally mart experience I had.. you take the half, or a quarter a second of the insanity one is presented with.. and try to figure out, where do we go from here? well.. I dunno.. I'm glad I'm not reliant on stability..

yeah.. everything is there.. including the stuff my brother's friend grew from seed from cambodian.. whatever it was.. maybe what it was grown had life of its own.. Its a possibility. Considering all anybody could say sounded like Donald Duck.. I really shouldn't say this s*it.. maybe it makes sense to somebody..

Ha! it was only in my dreams.. there are only about three "experiences" in this life that seems to have meant something.. this dream was one of them.. and in all circumstances here.. I saw it coming. the next circumstance.. I don't know. maybe I face that alone..

So sad.. if you don't mind me asking.. where is he now? did they end up pulling the rug entirely out from under him, much like they did for the most of the rest of us? just seems to me.. the "hurters" are for the most part still in charge.. learned barely enough psychology to be really dangerous..

Ha! now. One was a Scwinn. we "modified" or chopped bicycles at the time.. the motorcycles: one was a Honda 360. It was nice around town.. the Honda 550 was well more suited for the road.. that was the one I was desperately trying to get road worthy in the dream..

So interesting.. so what if there really isn't something like divorce on the other side of existence.. one will have to live with their once associates, a long, long, long time.. scary thought, eh? if you think the bickering and infighting is bad here.. anybody who leaves this existence.. gawd bless you friend.. this was just a short vacation.. I had a really really weird dream about two years ago.. and for one reason or another it sticks with me.. EVERYTHING was in that dream. My bike in the sixties. Both motorcycles. In the dream I was desperately trying to figure out how to resurrect the titles, and get them insured.. of course that didn't make much difference. I still rode the one.. no law enforcement officer seemed to want to bother me.. what else was in the dream.. all of the electronic junk I hauled home from god knows where to dismantle and experiment with.. all of the people.. friends, the ex, the kids.. every house I ever lived in.. weird, weird dream..