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Well, that is advertising at its best. "Buy our commode, and you can look like this, too". The staff oughta really consider purchasing one to install in Rosies executive powder room.

But what I wonder is, do the bigwigs have to actually catch you in the act of leaving the cover in the up position? Or at your "inquisition" is "genuine spiritual suspicion" all that is necessary? "Well, in Loy's days, we hadda catch you with your seat up. Now, we live by a higher standard. If we have even the REMOTEST idea that they are up, you're OUTA here".

Bob, only half of that may solve the problem here..

Well, we have a "just plain silly" section now, but how about Just Plain Ludicrous

Or- it COULD be "new light" from the "research" department. "In Old Testament times, a common insult to the convening MOG was to leave the toilet cover up. This was tantamount to saying, 'may the toilet always bite you in the a**'" More likely that some poor staffer took a fall in the latrine, and got stuck and could not get out. This prompted an emergency meeting with the staff and corps, and the quick issuance of the decree that all toilets were possessed, that the bottom of the bowl MUST be marked and avoided. "Uncle" Howard would spin a yarn about how some worker in timbuctu got stuck in one in 1923, and it ended up costing the company millions even then for hospital bills and compensation, eventually bringing said company to financial ruin. Ole Rose, grimacing with rabidly zealous approval, would make the declaration that all such plumbing estuchments be closed, and barred forever from the One True Household, along with stern reminders of the fate of those who refused to comply.

Cripe- they could easily save a couple hundred bucks a year in toilet paper alone.

Shouldn't give them ideas, but- why not super glue the toilet cover shut? That'd solve all the problems. People spend far too much time on the thing anyway. Staff would no longer have to "sign out" to make unceremonious trips to the pot. Nobody would have to clean the thing any more. They could easily trim a few more off the payroll..

No, it can't be that simple. Proabably some new mandate from the BOT to keep the toilet spirits in check. An unscheduled trip to the "little room" and one of them might bite you in the a** if you're not careful.

Heh heh heh. No wonder he looked "excited", heh heh.

Now I know why farmers shoot rabbits..

A relative of mine got nabbed in the 70's. I think the parents figured out that the deprogramming was about as much of a scam as anything we were involved with.. I think they paid dearly, financially and otherwise. It took an invitation to their fiftieth (I think) anniversary for me to come back to them. Glad I did though. Their kid forgived them. The best I know, they have a good relationship.

Yes, yes, very good, no.

Pouring ice cold water down the front of your pants may be just as effective..

Well, happy Easter, Socks and gang.. Peeps are fun too. My kids used to put them in the microwave and watch them "blow up".

Reminds me of what one of my Physics profs says: Color is Fun! But he was harmless, until he reached for the "chalk of cancellation".

Very interesting question.

Yep.. I think less and less of performance based Christianity day by day.. results always gauged by a unreasonable standard, on "their" terms. PFAL took it to some real extremes- results guaranteed, results always available, a God that I could apparently figure out with the greatness of MY mind. That kind of god is WAY too small, for me. I have a hard enough time understanding how the creation itself works. Interesting.. the "pagans" had a god that they figured out- or more that one. They KNEW what their god did, or was supposed to do.. a god that'd take care of their crops, a god that would bring the sun up for them, a god that would.. fill in the blank. They "understood" their god- and understood the "deal"- and it was logical to them. They did their homage, their part- and the god would supposedly do his. Makes PFAL look so primitive to me. In a lot of ways, I still feel like I'm a savage. I find Ephesians rather interesting- here God and His love is revealed as being "infinitely diversified"- that was one good thing I got from the Vey. Unfortunately, though they beheld Him who is infinite, they chose to try to stuff Him back in a box.

Well, drink lots and lots of latex- you can have your revenge..

"Choose your weapons" "projectile vomiting, at fifty paces" Heh heh- sorry..

As I sat and watched this thing, I thought- "yep, I've seen that before"..

George, I remember seeing some kind of program- may have been National Geographic or something- the witchdoctors would drink something like latex and later heave it up, proving that they could remove "curses" other witchdoctors put on them. And the people bought it.

Just wondering. If they live on "need basis"- do they even draw a salary from their "highly exalted" position? Or does he just make life miserable for folks just for the fun of it? From what I remember, if somebody honestly needed the money to do "the work of the ministry" they would take it. No need, they didn't. What's the case here?

Just another thought. I remember reading the Bullinger stuff about Gnome, or quotation. Sometimes the quotations agreed closely with the Septuagint, sometimes agreed more closely with the hebrew manuscripts, sometimes neither. Rarely could you describe the quotations word for word. This troubled me.. God Almighty reading "thoroughly" instead of "throughly". Maybe all of this word for word, verbatim philosophy is not all that it is cracked up to be- at least my opinion.

I think "they" would not recognize a real spurt if it came up and bit them in the rear end. So many years crying "wolf"- so much time looking for spirits in the most unlikely and unlogical places. Spirits everywhere- behind every tree, behind every idol, behind every misunderstood motivation. Underneath every rock. After a while, even if they had the slightest itch they were convinced that there MUST be at least one there. Perhaps they were there- I think we were just looking at the wrong end of the organization.

The concept of OLG's is interesting however.. almost like you're "marked by da mog" and forever his property from henceforth forever, whether he's dead or not. Don't think so. Too big of a yoke for me- won't fit. I tried wearing it. Does God really have no hands but our hands? I partially question this. If God is limited to my little hands, He's in trouble. I found "they" squeezed this concept for all it was worth- no longer just being an "ambassador"- no longer just doing the right thing- helping folks the best we could. I think we were trying to do God's job- just getting in HIS way. It may have started out right, but it turned into a nightmare. Don't do it and God's hands are tied. I feel I was a slave to every stinking detail. I think we took ourselves FAR too seriously, and God, not enough. After a while I started asking where God really was in all of this. Finally saw it- God was in very little of it. Just "me", just "them"- what WE could do. That's what I got out of the "mastering" concept. Read enough, work enough, and then without or despite the Almighty, we could get the kingdom of God rolling here on earth in our everyday lives.. bunch of Pharisees- me included. I think that's why the genuine HAS to be easy. I found working it over sixty plus times NOT the easy way that it promised to be. Cripe- if believing is that hard- then God doesn't get the glory. God doesn't get the credit. Its my great believing, my great mastering. I really am a miserable SOB. Just an honest assessment. Finally admit it. No amount of "mastering" is gonna fix it. Thank God I don't have to. So was Moses- the meekest guy on the planet at the time.. Paul. Miserable- chief of the sinners. Can't be the flesh that's gonna pull anything off.