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Ungrateful "rascals", heh heh heh.

Maybe this belongs in the silly column, I will let someone more qualified than me to determine this, but- I came to work this morning, like most other mornings, and found, Squirrels. Not particularily mean, not breathing fire, but at the window, standing practically at attention and waiting. I felt sorry for them because of the bad winter we had last year, and started feeding them walnuts. Shelled walnuts. What started as an amusing diversion for a sometimes boring workday has turned into a potential nightmare. I think they have babies.. Only two of them come for feed now, but they would devour a whole pound of shelled walnuts per day if I could afford it. Now, every morning, I find myself confronted with two angry, egotistical, "you really oughta do something about your 'problem' of not feeding us enough" squirrels. If they weren't cute, they wouldn't stand a chance, heh heh.

Another good topic, Belle. Well, I would add to what you said, Paul worked for a living. Honest, hard labor- and he often supported other believers around him. Then, after that, he shared "the bible" without thinking the world owed him a favor.

Yep.. don't get your reality mixed up with my illusion- or "just renew your mind". One thing you could say though, one day they WILL face it. Someday the poor bast***s are gonna croak- but with the TWI method, they are gonna go it alone. They will leave the world alone, separate from "god's best" and be yet another case history for TWIers to blame on disobedience or some such nonsense. Stick around long enough and its almost guaranteed..

Good point Belle- reminds me of what ole loy said once about da lard being able to "deliver" with many or few. The real translation of that was the few left would have to exhibit the strength of Samson.. "Whadya mean you can't move it? Its just a stinkin little piano.. spiritually weak or something?"

Speaking of the "about fifty" club.. I found Tom Wolfe's Electric Kool aid Acid Test at Barnes and Nobles. Read about halfway through it. I think I'm going through some kind of midlife something- if one of those funny looking busses pulled up out front I'd probably get on it, heh heh. I was a little too young for the first one. My ma would've grabbed me by the ear, "and where do you think YOU are going??" heh heh

Well, if that is the answer, I don't know if I want to know the question, heh heh..

I dunno.. on my "exit" I saw what I had been dealing with- madmen. "We know you are hiding SOMETHING". A year or so before I started establishing some friendships in the community, so I was not exactly on my own. Would have been a lot harder if I didn't.

Makes me feel a little sorry for the few "faithful" left though- they must have the strength of Atlas to keep that stinkhole running. Seems as "membership" dwindles, more and more demand would be placed on those who stay. Can't last very long you'd think.

Maybe if they advertised "free beer", that may improve the attendance.

Belle, I thought that was sex, drugs and rock and roll. Maybe I am thinking about a different era, heh heh.. But you make a pretty good point. Look at their "spiritual head"- and its not Jesus Christ. Good grief- no matter how well they package ole Rosie, nobody with an inkling of a right mind is going to be buying. "Classes, but they only run every so often and when they do they take up all your time. " True. True today, and true twenty some years ago. At least Eve was still a "straight shooter" then.. "Larger meetings where, if you're "special" you "get" to clean up, string chairs and run AV while you "rub elbows" with the almighty leadership." Thankfully, with the current following, this does not happen very often anymore- unless you count the advanced class and specials and stuff. "Big" meetings in our area probably are attended by fifteen or less. But they probably have half of them stringing chairs, doing AV, greeting (who?), coffee detail, etc. Must look ridiculous. "They brag about there being "nothing better out there" That's gotta get old after a while, even with the innies. Are they still that blind? Well, I guess I was once...

But I think that's half right. My "positive" experiences will NEVER negate the negatives some folks got, I wish they could.

Maybe not for everybody, but it did for me. Any dainties I received from the group taste pretty sour now. In a way, I wish I never found out what the ******* was up to. Wouldn't have to sort through all this junk. But I think I am better off knowing.

At least with Loy, we finally saw, live and in concert, just what we were really dealing with..

Good point.. same for Dillinger, Claude Barker, Hitler.. they could be quite charming. "Charming" indeed. You could never become Chancellor of Germany by being an a**hole, at least publically.

Well.. for me, I'm still somewhat confused also. Doesn't make sense, may never make sense- I may never know- and that is OK with me. At least I exited with part of my sanity, heh heh. I think the Lord was telling a lot of us to abandon that cesspool long before we did. Just wasn't an option, at least in my mind at the time.. But you still can't blame the victim, call them weak, or stupid, or etc. My bible says we are supposed to SUPPORT (hold up) the weak, not give them the screwing of a lifetime. I too can be weak at times. I know people that "grabbed the goods" and booked out of that place like there was no tomorrow.. now it makes sense. But then, we were told that they were just nuts or something. I remember times when five or six alarms were going off in my head and I just thought I was nuts. "Just renew your mind, it'll be OK..." Through all the confusion, I still can't blame God for all the junk, all the abuse, nor the person that received it. Kind of like the surgeon, "well, we cut off the wrong leg. But its your fault! You shouldn't have had another stinking possessed leg to jump in the way..." The only thing that makes sense to me in all this, at least at this time, if God led somebody there for something, it was to get it, not to stop and sit around the joint, but just get the hell out, not even to look back.

I dunno. As the men folk get older, I think we don't get a heck of a lot smarter, just too tired to keep doing what we do..

"What are you doing?" "Just trying to find a submarine..."

Heh heh heh. If all else fails, try smoke signals, I guess.. Plumes of smoke and they still have a hard time finding the darn thing, heh heh. Plus noise makers, radar- holy cow. But they wouldn't stop and ask for directions, heh heh. Suprised the pilots weren't outside of the planes, beating around with white canes trying to find you.

Hello Galen. Yep. He was on the USS Hardhead, and then on the James Monroe. I'm embarassed, how could I lose a submarine, heh heh.

Sometimes the kid is backed in the corner from a hellish teacher brandishing a red suit and pitchfork... that can be quite an underlying problem.. I know its the exception, but it does happen.

Heh heh heh.. come to think of it, that photo is already ten or more years old.

"I grow annoyed with the incesant bickering" Rascal, that's a tough one sometimes.. I remember my brother and I, years ago.. his favorite way to say "I love you" was to pin me down and pass gas, leaving me no room for escape.. my mom probably would have hung us up somewhere if the laws of the land at that time would have allowed it. No wonder I'm like I am today. Bickering a lot of times turns out to be not such a bad thing. Diplomats have turned it into an art form..

Hi Pat! Glad to see you back.

I dunno George.. if Its gonna be like this, Argh- the other alternative looks pretty attractive, heh heh.