Ham

If there is any chance of redemption.. this is it.. get back on the treadmill. run off the calories from rosie's donut shop.. I'd go back and try to invoke a few connections and accept employment even at less politically advantageous conditions.. and I'd BEG my ex to take me back.. don't count on the last one. But everything isn't established yet, either..

every year.. they will *own* you more than the last.. and in your case, you own nothing.. no real knowledge of where the skeletons are buried.. you are less "employable" month by month, year by year..

so what I wonder.. what about the guy they suckered away from a lucrative career in law enforcement? fella.. have you measured your waist line recently? I'll bet it's larger than mine.. friggin moron..

and to understand this phenomena.. even Data in Star Trek was confronted by his maker.. "why do humans attach such importance to old things.." yeah.. a newbian (forgive the spelling..) would say tear that old thing down.. why is it.. old buildings, old experiences.. very interesting, isn't it..

sooo.. if they are sooooooooo wonderful.. how is it.. they are having a hard time finding victims (ahem, employees) to come on to replace an aging, rapidly evaporating staff? i.e., butt kissing grounds keepers and toilet flushers and cleaners for less than minimum wage, and no benefits? Did they REALLY think Bradshaw would send a few victims their way? yep... "yes, young man (or woman. let's be fair here..) someday, maybe someday, YOU may be in charge or research, or finance.." hmm. that pretty much says it all, doesn't it? enjoy? What in gawd's name here is there to "enjoy"? a good friend tells me.. my sense of humor is the only thing keeping me sane. Of sorts, anyway.. five minutes.. to describe their "greatness" is overkill, isn't it? give me a few minutes. I'm trying to recover my tongue from laughing so hard..

well.. I'm glad SOMEBODY loves me. I think, anyway..

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..