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And I wonder how they managed to get an (unchallenged) trademark "WOW Ambassadors" and "L.E.A.D."..

Then there are the exceptions.. Gotta have the right name I guess..

Isn't a great deal of the book about training a dog to hunt with firearms being discharged at close range? I dunno. I can see where it could be useful in da way. As in, training certain cabinet members to not bolt and run to the door when linder accidentally discharges his firearm during some kind of "confrontation"..

well.. most *major* corporations have some kind of protocol to handle something like that.. like an unarmed person receiving "treatment" on the wrong end of a firearm.. In twi's case, I wonder how far down the list "call an ambulance" or "call the authorities" is listed.. probably depends on the circumstances. You know, "revelation" given only once can change..

I wonder if they have some kind of "emergency plans" in place in case linder accidentally discharges the handgun..

I wonder for how long..

Just curious.. where did you find this humble piece of prose, Oldskool?

So.. *Mr* Reynolds. Since you have all of that.. you lay the consequences of this disaster squarely at your own feet because of your own lack of diligence.. I mean.. how many other disasters of the week did you have to wade through this week? None other in the news that I am aware of..

Maybe *Mr(?)* Reynolds should be forced to go back to Grad School.. I don't think he'd last a month..

I was also going to mention the pressure that grad students face. Yes, I was one.. competing against twenty-some olds.. The pressure is incredible.. it's like.. well.. I could see how somebody could really go over the deep end here.. myself.. I entered in with the realistic thought that there would be no results guaranteed. The best thing that happened to me was in the first semester I received a C- in a required course. That in itself almost guarantees failure.. You don't need "friends" or dates.. or acquaintances to make it through the program.. you need mercy.. heh

I was going to say something like that, but I refrained myself.. I wonder what part of *Mr* O'Rileys tirades made him feeling like pulling the rest of his hair out..

Too bad they are hoarding those kind of resources in little old Auglaize County..

That's where he should have stopped, in my opinion.

I dunno.. The more I think about it.. the Light of the World is Toxic. It will burn something off as in dead if one gazes long enough. And it's not exactly an unpleasant experience.. throw it all away.. somehow I think it will be easier than all of that in the end..

Promote God's Truth? Maybe they should try a more down to earth goal: promote a few tomatoes..

As to the recent drought. Well, here in Michigan.. I just reminded the creator that the tomatoes didn't really belong to me here.. I just have a few of his (hers?) that I am trying to give a good home.. funny, but still serious. maybe he or she loved the tomatoes enough to send someone willing to buy water at city prices to keep them going between sparse July and August rains. I don't know about the corn here though. I hear it is in pretty bad shape.. well, by the newspapers anyway..

wouldn't surprise me if the five crowns deal was plagiarized from some other distant, un-named source..

How does one promote? 1. Create and organization that *researches* and promotes gawd's *pure* truth. Oh, and love.. lotsa, lotsa love. Something that every other organization does not supposedly have. 2. If one can't do that, or has enough morals NOT to do this, join one that (supposedly) does. Take (pay for) their classes and materials, and actively seek others in the community to do the same. Without commission on the sale, of course..

Well.. it has it's advantages. Just can't figure what they are..

Here comes another one, just like the other one..

My dream place is West Virginia.. mostly a few places in northern west virginia.. it is where my ancestors fished, camped and enjoyed God's Land..

Maybe.. heh. maybe the anaimals (at least the ones I know) chose to be passive(?) observers.. well.. the cats here.. I've told some that they were sent by Cats from the distant future to observe human(?) civilization.. well, one of the cats certainly observes me.. herds me into the bathroom in the morning (no longer necessary. Mission generally accomplished). Makes sure I wash everywhere.. then we are done. I do my best to pass inspection..

So the big CES "crises" ends in a whimper.. nothing ending up really worth fighting for..

I'm glad for you, dear friend..

I remember when the BRC had about a seventy other participants.. how many other could a National Home hold room for? about 1975 nothing better since..