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and, you failed to mention the rounding up and burning of black cats to rid the land of "spirits" in preparation for Easter in the middle ages. Slowly, this custom evolved into what was once called "uncle harry day". Later, a day to burn the chaff, or was it, get the shaft.. I've heard linder, and now quite possibly his replacement, have a certain propensity toward "dispatching" supposedly unwanted cats. Is there some connection in all of this? Probably a remote one..

No matter what you think of Geo.. I regard him as one of the most "spiritual" people I've ever met.. and we probably disagree on almost everything..

How about a "fair weather" report.. "everything is OK here.." they hate that on weather nets here.. no "scary" clouds or anything..

He can speak in *real* tongues..

sounds like you were actually surprised.. personally, I can't take too much issue with a fellow who has pretty much a working knowledge of Japanese, as a second language.. :)

I've supposedly graduated too. They put my name in the program, and in real life I passed the last three classes.. but they haven't shipped the final diploma yet. It's been about a month and a half.. at least once, I've waken in a sweat, from a rather lucid, vivid dream, where the instructor has explained to me why I am failing the last (needed) class..

congratulations..

oh yeah.. you play it backwards, and it says (victor) Paul is dead or something..

What brought me to gs cafe.. probably the same thing that brought me to twi to begin with.. might sound weird. The only difference, I found what I was looking for here, once.. will I ever find it again? I don't know..

There are times.. that I really wished a few (specific) others at least THOUGHT he might be talking to me..

same for me..

Actually those were my thoughts when I wasn't being corralled into any specific mog's stable or something.. or even when I was.. I think I at best tolerated, or tried to understand the core beliefs, to connect with other human beings.. does this make sense? Now the core beliefs are just a tad more complex..

I dunno. Maybe my core beliefs.. "there is a god.." just don't make me define Him.. or her, or whatever one's particular belief might entail.. I have a few questions though.. in the event I meet Him/Her?whatever..

and when you do, tell the natives I said "hello".. sowie.. well, I'm pretty happy with Fedora. Seems very stable.. and it runs Firefox quite nicely. No unexpected closing of windows, and such.. the microsoft machines in my house are basket cases..

hmm. Well, it looks like an ex(?)twi goon can gain employment in the right economic or political climate. Why, last adminiistration he may have had an offer to help the waterboarding efforts in Guantanamo.. I know. He was a nice guy, once.. who knows.. how'd he get the job? Maybe they saw the image of rosies rear imprinted on his face, and figured he'd be the man for the job.. The kind of "organizational and training" jobs (and I think that's what this is here) are a friggin dime a hundred.. they are springing up like a blight on the landscape.. RCA is farming out the service end of the business to one of them. They are entirely clueless.. their whole purpose is to crack the whip, and squeeze, shave what little profit is left in the business to funnel into their "administrative" pockets.. the service centers are rebelling, and dumping rca service like there's no tomorrow.. the company who is taking over the service "administration".. the "executive" actually was naive, clueless and inexperienced enough to send out the invitation (ultimatum) to a list.. not to "undisclosed recipients". I'm on the list from K to L. The service centers used the list, and turned the published list of emails into a forum.. Yeah.. that's probably the kind of place ole Harve found a "job".. hehe

The personal photo seems rather troubling to me.. don't know why. It's just.. sickening.. maybe he's just overdressed for the job..

"a friend of the devil is a friend of mine.."

that makes perfect sense. They provided the loyster with basically what he wanted.. a furnished stable, and let him hang himself with his own weenie.. there was no regard for the victims, or those who were purged and driven off.. no real doctrinal agreement with loy's madness. I don't think they shed a single tear.

maybe you could define your terms.. what do you mean "edification"? "truth" even as you define it may not be technically "edifying"..

which all makes me wonder.. who's he sleeping with tonight? An over the hill.. well past balding.. basically unskilled, unexciting has been of a dufas.. But those who had the brains or real ambition in the outfit (the women).. stood back and watched him squeeze.. and they let the "ministry" hemorrage people like running water.. didn't they "care"? they watched as he demanded loyalty, and went through one purging session after another.. I don't think they agreed with him for one moment, on principle.

So... what do you think so far? "believed in spurts like twi taught.." I don't think it was quite that simple.. more like "brow-beaten with a few verses out of context and threatened with imminent possession without immediate forced compliance" may be closer to the truth..

I wonder if the *sowers* group, likely with unemployed, no job skills and aging teeth will look back in twenty years to the good times.. twenty mile "fun runs" through the mississippi mosquito infested swamps.. etc. etc.. "at least the food(?) was good.."

There's more than one interpretation of that last sentence.. maybe I shouldn't ask..

I think that is it partly.. they aren't netting celebrities by any means.. the next best trophy? One with a full set of teeth.. the concept that keeps coming back to me: "that da dumb ministry not be blamed.." for ANYTHING. Tooth loss of course, was probably highest on the list.. I think they just pledged themselves.. to an evil organization..

gaslighting.. lighting your farts on fire.. The Dennis the Menace movie.. Walter Mathieu and the kid.. can't remember his name.. who was the bad guy. reminds me a lot of that scene where the bad guy had lots of intestinal "fortitude" to eat beans by the campfire, to get down to where the *key* (to the handcuffs) was buried in the pot of beans..