Ham

Unless you guys watched videos during potty breaks, it seems the only other alternative reason for running video to (from) a bathroom might be.. what? the rome city and emporia campuses are probably like the American Embassy in Moscow.. they finally had to tear it down to find (and get rid of) all the bugs..

maybe she quotes psalms 139:22 every waking hour.. its called "holding a grudge".. so I Cor. 13 ish..

because its so "biblical" or something. At least that kind of behavior is DESCRIBED in the bible..

So I wonder.. what has become of the pair? I mean.. psychologically or otherwise.. they were sent on a *mission* to "hunt down" those who were like them.. I mean, I'd feel like I was a cannibal or something.. eating my own flesh.. for da "cause"..

Do you have a rough date that the photo was taken? They look happy enough.. and who is who? Are the names listed in order, left to right? The lady on the right looks very familiar..

Just wonder.. what is MSP and what staff duty was he performing to be in their apartment? I guess that's the first question on your topic..

Would you suggest that they run for pres as a "couple"?

and then the date herr vicster "completed his coursework for da doctorate".. when's that fit in this India trip timeline? I think it was early early sixties.. maybe I'm wrong..

Just wonder, where does "accused of having indiscretions with church secretary" play in the timeline here? I think it's not too far off the topic. Herr vicster would have a *serious* ax to grind with the denomination.. would give him a pretty good motive to do and say what he did..

there's just one thing.. who paid for da hounds dog tags? I mean.. bite me if you want, but it can't go well.. there were reasons rosie ran him off on a rail. mainly because he sold what was worth (perhaps) millions for a stinking, single can of gas.. does this make sense? Apparently rosie sold what *was* for a lot more.. just a thought. Take it as you will..

Quite interesting.. and these guys don't get it.. all of this "deviltry" and such as they see it.. is an invitation to friendship.. I won't say they will *never* see it.. because they might..

naw.. lets give them a *small* break. It's not the bosses.. it's the rest of creation to be worried about.. every little act of flamboyant arrogantism.. every stupid move you make in da name of gawd.. it will come back to hound you..

bugged? that is nothing.. compared to being subjected to da Squirrel who Observes..

You know.. if this character came here and said.. "sorry, I was just an arrogant sonsabitch.." I'd say "fine. you are no different than me.." but no.. amazing where the question about bless patrol might lead, eh?

I just wonder how the old man had the temerity to hand him the keys with almost an empty tank.. what a maroon.. He probably handed the greasy little bastard a hundred to go out on the town.. fill er up? Naw..... now.. he pays da devil..

makes sense with your theology, doesn't it? I mean.. I've GOTTA be da devil, just to disagree with you.. yep

I pulled "bless patrol" just one single solitary time.. ROA 1977. It was in a very very small corner of wienervilleland.. the gas pumps. apparently the guy who was pulling that particular shift wanted to hear herr doktor teach Hebrews 11 that night.. so I was given a list. The owens, they can have all da gas they want. Joyful noise, will try to con gas out of you, do not let them pass.. (they never came, by the way..) but one odd character came for da gas. I says.. do not pass. "hmmph. I'm da SON of da bastard who runs this thing.. I deserves da gas.." I say something like.. "OK fella.. but it's really going to cost you your soul in the long run.." "whatever.." today.. I'm calling in the debt.. and to those who relay these little messages to the farm in the Mississippi mud.. pm me, and I'll give details where to send the check.. how.. what's the word.. pathetic. You sold your soul, for seventeen gallons of gas.. at early seventies prices nonetheless.. what a moron..

I'm glad they are doing well.. the three cats here tonight, it was bedlam.. I brought in three fresh catnip leaves and they went nuts.. the baby consumed all three leaves. Wouldn't let the other two have any. So I got out the grand stash, and gave the other two some while keeping baby occupied. There is literally catnip everywhere here.. there are three or four piles of the *real* stuff, and the baby, once getting the best of each pile, is presently at my desk, wrestling me for the container of the grand stash..

in that case.. maybe rosie's cats will win by default..

Your bet has been entered..

He may appear cute, fuzzy and harmless. But the staffers who will have to work with him will have to try to avoid nail fungus..

*Ladies and Gentleman, stand, and welcome your new president of da way international..*

Is this the same Williams? Only one to show up on the internet.. http://www.raceandhistory.com/historicalviews/williams.htm http://users.rcn.com/alana.interport/eric.html

well, that might be how some of us start.. or end up.. I started ham's radio shop when I was young.. people brought their old junk to me knowing I was only going to tear it to pieces.. It took about twenty years to learn how to put that kind of stuff back together..

actually, that might be how he's playing it out in his own mind.. "boo hoo.. one day, they'll BEG for me to come back.."