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I see its spelled "administrators" now. Maybe the t got stuck in a packet somewhere in cyber space for a while..

true.. but when the axe hit, we could have a glass eye pop out and roll down the table.. or something like that.. I know.. call me disturbed..

If we could get one cheap enough, maybe somebody could dispatch it Marie Antoinette style.. well.. it would make an interesting horror film..

I see under Paw's and the moderators they are listed under the group "adminisrators". Is this a misspell? Shouldn't it be "administrators" or did you do spell it differently for some reason?

what are they going for on ebay nowadays? the heads, that is..

sounds almost like a "deprogramming" effort or something.. will she leave? very very likely, not of her own will.. just saying..

If.. his hand ever ends up in my coin purse.. at least post modernnally.. I'll slap him..

It does seem to be the simplest explanation. I'd really like to hear one different.. that makes sense, anyway..

their offspring have chosen the same tactics.. including distant cousins.. I've met them..

If you happened to be one of this pigs son, a daughter, a grandson, a granddaughter.. I pity you.. some of them had enough sense to run like hell from this nonsense will you run, or will you not.. sorry its so hard here..

The only possible reason I can think of: MONEY. Ex followers who've saved up their fifteen percent, and can't find a "worthy" place to give it.. along with sales of books, classes, etc. etc.. If this is not the motive for not publically condemning the founder of their religion.. maybe some offshoot representatives could show up and offer a reasonable explanation.. I think they should dedicate a little piece of their land for a urinal in the vicster's name..

what's even more pathetic.. and that's an understatement.. those who named their own offspring after this monster, and painted a beautiful historical scene for him in ohio, long long ago, before the "bad people" took over.. with full knowledge of what gramps did..

got the name wrong.. its Butch Davies.

There were a *few* followers. I've met a few.. some of them have written.. "know you've got to run, know you've got to hide.."..

the pusher doesn't care if you live, or if you die..

Moth to a flame I guess..

Hope my reply isn't TOO much.. sorry.. the what's the word.. allusions to Steppenwolf was just too much to resist.. but we hate needles..

Are you here?

this happened in the Anchor bar (and not much of a) grill in Kanawha City. This was also a place where a local way zealot who was a physics teacher at the high school witnessed to the local drunks.. God Bless you, friend..

another time.. maybe I shouldn't say.. Two longhair barely pubescent characters.. my friend can remember this.. it was right after bar closing.. and of course we were underage. But that was common back then.. the guy at the ABC store almost never asked for id either.. If there were bar fights, I'd just find a quick convenient way out of the back door.. I feel sorry for the guy who had his glasses broken in half.. along with his nose. not perceptive enough I guess.. didn't even see it coming.. so.. we were behind this establishment. Officer (fill in the blank. my friend remembers his name. he was a scourge to the locals) said.. "what the * are you doing?".. I'm urinating in a bush behind the bar. I say.. "what in the h*ll does it look like? I'm taking a p****.." so he somehow accepts my explanation. No further questions.. my friend though.. he puts him in the car.. takes him home.. me, I am left to walk fifteen blocks back home.. "high as a coon" as kesey would describe it.. and this character.. years later. he tells me he had several doses of mescaline in his cigarette pack.. and the cop never checked it..

No, I never got in trouble for a grass infraction.. almost once though.. I could read the cop.. he had reasonable cause.. the outcome of the situation was on what could be described as a "cusp". so.. the green went down a conveniently located storm drain. the cop was ....ED. No evidence.. at least readily obtainable.. and by the time they would have gotten the storm drain cover off, the evidence would have been washed away to a galaxy, far far away.. all the bastards could do is phone home and tell ma how bad a boy I was.. "we think he had some pot.."

well.. don't walk on da grass. i.e. be nice to it.. don't step on it.. don't step on the grass, sam..

welcome back, Mr. Socks. I think that's the whole point, aptly illustrated here.. to those who experienced whatever "it" is, it makes perfect sense. Then to others, it may never make sense.. including my own beliefs. I've been told so at least on a couple of occasions. I'd love to go to Valencia, just to try to figure out why they do it.. but there might not even be a "why"..

I don't remember anything like that.. was it one of those little things mounted on a spring and adhesive base, to be applied to the dashboard of one's car?

I wasn't on staff. But I understand they know how to work a floss chart like there's no tomorrow..