Ham

Yep.. the ghost of Loy they wish had departed..

Ah. That was the phrase, I wasn't exactly gonna put my finger on..

I had no idea. None whatsoever. At least until a couple of years after leaving that stinkhole. Neither did I know about how the corps were rustled up in the middle of the night to meet the mog as his presence returned to them in their location.. jeez, he probably didn't even notice the bodies lining the driveway.. "See? da people really love you.." Gads. It was like he was some kind of a god or something.. ptooie.

Not accusing you of this, you probably didn't have any other choice in the matter either. But.. Belle, that sounds like another "tasty" Ramen noodle banquet.. just add water, or a couple of verses. But they should be so thankful, so full of gratitude. They don't have to prepare, don't have to think, don't have to research. They made it too easy, in my opinion. Hey, next vey rag, maybe they could feature "the diet of der believer" by my very own ex state coordinator. I can see it now.. dim lights, a frisky confused voice.. "man shall not live by bread alone. He requires vegetables, just not at the same meal.."

Maybe that's why he hasn't shot himself in der balls. The spurts are way too busy working over his flashlight..

Took me a while to find it, but it is so funny I could never forget it.. Post by our own (previously) Uncle Hairy: Have to look about all the way down at the bottom of the page to see Groucho's comments..

You've surpassed yourself with this one Satori. But its true. I've seen em. Sometimes they leave graffitti in the dining room, "Mr. five star was here, ha ha ha ha ha." Whole nights and weekends rosie, "mr" Li**er, and crew have reputedly been observed having their underlings scrubbing, scraping and even repainting the joint. But to no avail. Mysteriously, Monday morning, the cryptic words will reappear, as if they have life in themselves.. not to be eliminated by rank amateurs.

Steve! I'm thinking about it.. probably won't take long.. Oh. "Why aren't we bringing NEW people!!??" I remember that question posed over and over again, as if the "leader"'s sobering lack of compassion, social skills and overall bad manners didn't have anything to do with it..

I don't think Loy could exercise any options in this regard..

I understand now. It was a one-time thingy- each time it happened. Now I see the mathmatical accuracy and scientific precision of the whole thing. Besides, he didn't CONTINUE to do so between said events.

Yep, very sad.. oh welcome Bliss. Just call me Ham.. But slowly making friendships in the community really helped me out when the big departure day came. I saw it coming, and I didn't think it was the end of the world or anything. Loy tried to set it up so those who left had NOWHERE TO GO. Orphans, out in the cold cruel world. I would suggest to find a few places to go before the big day arrives. Discretely, of course..

True, true.. but civic organizations is one of the things "good" ole loy boy singled out for rants. Plus all of the leadership "trained" under his thoughtful guidance.. First meeting I went to, they weren't offering me a free lunch (bribe) or anything. "Come here little wayfer, try some of this nice sweet candy.." My God, that is almost what I EXPECTED. Glad I went, and found some real human beings.. Reality and loy seemed to be rather at odds one with another. Funny thing- I didn't tell anybody I was going to this thing. Probably would have caught hell or something..

Ah, so THAT's what they are selling.. just another stinking protection racket. I don't need to give them fifteen percent of anything. I can hang up on telemarketers easy enough on my own..

The disturbing thing about all this though, was I saw more love and concern, and the goodness of God, in a civic organization, than I saw from der vey for the last five years of my involvement.

About two years before my exit.. I took Loy up on his challenge that there is nothing else is out there, that the civic organizations were useless, run by spurts, etc.. I chose the local radio club to check out. Really, the first meeting, I was looking for spirits under every rock, in every corner.. they weren't there. And I actually lived to tell about it. And I found a group of good hearted, well meaning folks who's lives and efforts really do make a difference sometimes. Plus it was actually fun. I think I would have been a basket case if I had to exit der vey out into the "cold cruel world" without having established a few friendships.

Thanks.. and to think I was worried about the old coot..

Muskegon river.. sounds like fun.

The troubling thing to me about all of this.. How in the world did we (I) get to the place that we felt that their approval had any real value? And when we reached that point, why was the illusion so powerful that we: Disregarded shear evidence that said approval was not worth a crap.. Ignored the fire-engine red sins, or even crimes of those giving approval, or justified them with supposed biblical excuses.. or couldn't see that we were not inferior to "them" in any way, shape or form? Personally, I lived for said approval, and just as desperately tried to avoid the threat of dissaproval. I think this is something of a spiritual nature. People trying to take the place of the Almighty.. as if their opinion has equal worth. Friggin bastards. I can tell you partly what it took for me to wake up. Trying to seek approval from a Limb coordinator with the mental accuity of a twelve year old. His attempts at giving "reproof" was just a laughable..

Just wondered how our sharp-witted friend who got in furniture bizz and helped his brother scam lots of folks, but somehow is dead character is doing..(have to read his public profile to get this) Maybe he is too busy giving out "presents" at headquarters, does anybody know? Haven't seen any posts for quite a while from him.

Now if I tried that at Bennigan's two nights back, they probably really would have thrown me out..

Anybody who eats mushrooms and jumps down deep dark holes can't be all bad. Oops, wrong Alice..

Well, I saw the pictures. At least I will know who I am looking for next time, or at least what they look like!

Well Belle, I tried the yellow water at Bennigans last night. It was pretty good after all!

Just wonder.. did you guys have some kind of out of body experience, or was I just a little late??? I showed up just before 7:30, and stayed until about 9:30. I ranged about the joint looking for half a dozen folks that I may have never met before, heh heh. No, the management couldn't help either. They polled the various parties for me.. no greasespot party anywhere.. Maybe I got the wrong Bennigans? dunno.. Anyway, the Ceasar salad was pretty good. A nice tall mug of Blue Moon was OK.. If you saw a madman wearing an almost florescent orange shirt running amok, that was me.. The manager finally said, "maybe you should sit at the bar.. they can actually do a fairly good job taking care of you.."

What is suprising though, is how silly all this is has escaped the moderaters all seeing eyes..