Ham

Yep.. I waited .. with the others.. and the best the idiot could come up with was "... Ham.. castrated his own father.." where did he get that junk.. I guess all that would account for Noah's high voice, and girly figure..

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Family_International

Doesn't surprise me.. the tactic worked for David Berg's organization as well..

my questions are pretty easy.. now the Big Guy.. *mr* linder, or replacement, please make sure the half comatose mr. allen receives these questions. Thank you.

might as well answer a few questions now.. going to eventually have to anyway..

It just does not make sense.. why in gawd's name.. would one join a church, just to get laid? you know.. money for nuttin.. chicks for *free*.. maybe that wasn't the original intention.. So... *mr* allen.. why DID you join da way?

which makes me wonder.. why in gawd's name is he even "emeritus" in the organization.. must be trying to teach the new kids the old tricks or something.. it was a CHURCH for crying out loud.. I dunno.. I was just sent to observe....

it really is amazing.. the excuses we (*I* as well) made for these scumbags.. it just CAN'T be *that*.. very interesting.. yeah, it was me as well. I made excuses where I should have gotten some *support* and beat the snot out of a few individuals.. :

I'm surprised howard the duck has not found himself surrounded by a half dozen or so who did not *appreciate* his behavior.. must be leftover bodyguards from the vicster or something..

Too bad the character isn't a BOD or trustee. Then you could name his name. Then the *men* would likely take matters into their own hands.. Just curious. Did "reprimand" include removing him from his position of authority.. casting out into the outer darkness and the like? Or was it "bad boy *nod, wink*.. don't do *it* again.."?

What's interesting.. it seems she named gs and enemies in the same breath.. it just sounds kind of "funny".. most left under conditions of extreme bullying, harrassment and worse.. so one marks and treats other human beings as enemies, runs them off.. and then complains about them?

Ha! It was *revealed* to the Forehead.. as long back as the.. can't remember the spelling.. the little book to a "collegue* at at chosen time.. festschrift or something.. about 1985 or so.. can't remember. I used to have the book..

If it does.. maybe you are as crazy as I am..

the whole problem with God is.. one really can't help from loving *god*.. to see, is to love.. I had something like that happen, once.. even though I can't define what He/She/It is.. does this make sense?

Yeah.. about ten years prior to this one.. I'd still get on the bus if it pulled up.. where did the bus go..

Ha! One of my favorite books of all time.. Tom Wolfe The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test..

Its the "end of an era".. it already happened in 1963.. Kesey dragged a piano out of his house.. and called it the "Oldest living Thing on Perry Lane" and the "crazies" "set about axing the hell out of it, and burning it up.." the funny thing.. they were LAUGHING about it.. You'll have to buy the book. Its on page 52..

but if you did.. I'd offer the same. I'd say a little prayer for it, or chant, or something.. :)

or is that "player-coaches".. weird term.. but why do they sit at the "head table"? You know.. some "cute" corps volunteer pouring water, serving meal less than the substandard sustenance (i.e. *mystery meat* like I consumed at one advanced class *special*)..

Is tonight the big night? If you want, I'll say a little prayer for it or chant or something.. :)

Is the local group generally aware of his "proclivities"? You know.. thug with a sidearm.. etc. etc..?

heh.. I'm glad somebody figured it out..

Good evening *Mr* linder. the train wreck.. was all my own. sorry, you'll never see it in the original.. It's really sad.. you will leave this life with.. nothing to call your own.. See.. the idea that you happened to end up with offspring.. you were DAMNED LUCKY.. like me.. take it or leave it...

Hmm. anymore.. I count my years in primes.. it will be another six years.. until then, I guess I'm a greasespot or something..

Sheesh Bow.. only three more years, and you will be in one more of your primes..