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Yep. You know, martinpuke sent out these gestapo (at least I believe) with primary goal number one: break friendships. Not soon after this, he boasted on a sunday night service that people would have NO PLACE TO GO if they left der vey. And that was pretty close to the exact words he used.. He called those who left spiritual ORPHANS. Well, of course.. your "family" structure had been aniliated.. A couple of years before I got out, I got involved in a radio club- one of martinpukes dreaded civic organizations. I had a few friends, and a place to go, of sorts. I imagine a lot of other folks didn't.

Yep. Udderly tremendous..

In the second half of the nineties, friendships were not "allowed". I remember Mrs. "Wonderful" being so suspicious, so jealous if some ot the ladies here spent time with the other women in the fellowship other than herself. This "wonderful" person went out of her way to break bonds between people. They left this area shattered in pieces. And worse than them followed them..

I'd like to restate this.. after seeing this demanded by one "leader" after another.. they'd come to the area, of course you were supposed to help them move, with chores, with.. everything. Watch the kids for them while they are going to corps night, or whatever.. but the friendship was not mutual. They "owed" you nothing.. but reproof, or criticism.. but you "owed" them. I remember the last couple here I dealt with. Before the big move out to one of the campuses, they could not sell everything, for the price that they really wanted out of it.. somehow, "believers" were "given the opportunity" to buy this junk.. Mrs. "Wonderful" was FURIOUS with the thought that they might have to give any of the crap away.. and most of it was GIVEN to them.. unbelievable. No matter how much TRUE love and care people gave these sycophants, they did not change. I've dealt with one scam after another.. right or not, I've learned not to expect anything..

Socks, I'm trying not to hurt myself laughing so hard.. What is interesting.. I've been out of the organization for about ten years, and I still look for spiritual reasons for often ordinary natural events.. but the eyes in the picture don't follow me around the room any more..

In a sense, I wonder if "true friends" is even a realistic expectation from anybody.. I just haven't seen it..

After a briskly consumed glass of cabernet, it still doesn't make sense.. hmm. I think it is the mark of a small soul.. worshipping the "fleeting shadows of a few great(?) names.." That's all I've got here..

I dunno.. the idea that somebody would refer to something ole doc vic taught (praise be his memory as long as it stays buried) as some kind of proof of "heresy".. Is kinda "nutso". Where are people's brains.. up an old mogster's rear end? sorry.. it just doesn't make a whole lot of sense.. at least to me. It's like kinda like.. let me go get the Ouija board, conjure up the spirit of "st." vic, and see if it's OK.. sheesh. let me go have another glass of cabernet.. maybe it will make more sense..

Naw, Howard is probably too old to even see the bead.. L*nder, on the other hand.. probably shoot himself in the foot, or something else, trying to go for the firearm..

I have a high tolerance for pain..

I don't know about noble, maybe a litttle nuts.. I'm just.. a Squirrel without a cause..

Hey, I'd enlist..

Not if L*nder has his way..

I bet he NEVER really pulled out the wild card.. I have seen other guys do it.. "by God, we're gonna do it THIS way.." Call me weak, or whatever.. I couldn't do it. I think some decisions are really not that important. Why even make one? Sometimes a "non decision" is the real answer.. :)

No chance. This squirrel packs a sundial.. Coco wouldn't stand a chance. I'd clock him to next tuesday..

for what it's worth.. I'll agree. I and then family were isolated out in pretty much the country before the mid nineties. I dealt with pretty much a few level headed and logical people before this.. but we were "brought in" and I found the leadership to be NUTS. I almost couldn't believe it. It was supposed to be God's ministry, but I found myself dealing with uneducated lunatics.

Should have "the decade of extreme makeovers and plastic surgery".. Same tired looking, worn out people running that place.. they could use it.

I think poor Coco was abducted by aliens, for cloning and horrific medical experiments. They abducted the vicmeister in 1942, performed hideous experiments and extracted his DNA, slipping him a mickey so all he would remember was a fog, or snow. Coincidently, there were gas pumps, which the vicmeister stared at with dull, stupid eyes as he slowly regained consciousness. But the half-vic clones inherited his prediliction for Poodle meat. And brains.

Maybe you weren't exposed to the leadership loy sent out in the second half of the 1990's.. The limb guy here was, well.. not much smarter than a brick.. I think part of his corps "training" included huffing not less than a certain prescribed amount of airplane glue.. that would at least explain a few things.

I think the slogans are the only things that really change..

People can be so afraid to look into a dark universe.. it isn't quite as dark as some think. :)

I dunno. My last limb coordinator turned region coordinator thought he could run his car on water..

How did they get to know so much? I think it was the damned "christian" family and sex class, or the newer equivalent. Ole vic exhorted "men, TAKE CHARGE!!!" right from the get go of "dating". Show women "their place".. Basically gave the guys a green light to work em over like there's no tomorrow.. frigging idiots..

Or shoot something off of himself by accident.. actually, I think they probably have some kind of meeting and assign who is going to read which thread. L*nder probably isn't "allowed" to read this one.. probably read by somebody far more austere and hardened. somebody probably immune to "attacks" requesting honesty, logic and compassion.

Makes you wonder what they would do if a REAL spirit came knocking on their door..