Ham

Rather hear a stupid joke, swallow rotten egg with yoke. Hit a solid wall of brick, a frozen flagpole I would lick. Live like cattle in a barn, securly tie myself with yarn. Get thrown from a bucking horse, My sense of humor get much worse. Pipe tobacco to chew like cud, My face to look like Elmer Fudd. All the lights at once go out, With Jack Dempsey have a bout. Not another stinkin' dime, Won't take it another time.

George, I agree. I have found it a lot nicer than what the boneheads in TWI said it would be.

I'd say poor suckers, but they are just already so used to it.. week long attendance at the taping of an infomercial would be more uplifting. But they get to practice smiling- gonna eat crap, may as well do it with a smile on your face.

Nope- that'll be tomorrow morning.

If they load it with Windows Millenium, there's gonna be some real problems..

Only in religion.. oh well. It's times like these that I really love Thomas Jefferson.

Cripe. Makes me wonder what kind of agreement they have.. "just keep paying us piddly wages, let us be a** holes and we won't cause any trouble". Unbelievably (almost) sick.

Yep.. just call it another one for "job security". Blecchh.

It could be Ole rose is up to a writing a new novel. "Catching fur in the brie". kinda sounds familiar.. a twisted tale of intrigue, and mark and avoid. Having an staffer write it for her. Gert Yer balls she'd cut. Funny long name..

Just in case you misunderstood.. Galen, by all means you are not among my comments about "some people". Cripe.. if somebody can get something good out of it, it does not bother me in the least.

Perhaps this is a fair assessment.. perhaps not. It is so ridiculous, maybe that's all one can do- laugh. Honestly. Here we have a class on "basic keys". OK.. I'll give it that much credit. I still hold a lot of what I learned in it pretty useful and valid. But. How many times do you teach a toddler the "basics" of going potty? All the way through adolescence and beyond? Lets see.. the "toddler" is now forty five years old, and somehow you must call him up every five minutes, reminding him of the "accuracy" of his potty teaching long ago. Cripe. When can people be allowed to grow up? Really. Personally, I do not believe that the walk in Christ is that hard, that dumfoundedly anally detailed, or bound so tightly in a MANS teaching and opinion that it is impossible to really walk with God without "mastering" every frigging detail. Abraham walked with God. God just said "go" and he went.. may have taken a few years to figure out a few details, but holy smokes- he didn't sit around trying to "master" the definition of what "go" meant. Same for lots of other folks. Fine. You've "mastered" all Dr's teachings about "redemption". Wonderful. What in the he** are you doing with it? Where are you "going" in life? It sounds no better to me than a new, improved, modern form of "christian" phariseeism. You know every friggin detail, but what are you doing with it? Not only do some mull over every stinking detail, they insist that the rest of us do the same. Again, and again, and again.. and you'll never "arrive", you'll never "go". Honestly, I'd rather give you Dr. Seuss rhymes.

"Respectfully" submitted, Mr. H.

Amazes me.. four pages and approaching a thousand views. I'd rather.. Ink from quill squirt in eye, or face get hit with apple pie. Tumble down a wooden ladder, or in back yard find angry rattler. VCR eat favorite tape, or favorite pants have hole to gape Surgeon to make an incision or better days for to be wishin'. Pigeon on me lots to crap, or lost on trip, can't find a map. House with good ripe sewage flooded, or driveway in big rainstorm mudded. Run barefoot through patch of frogs, I'd rather live in wild bogs. Fly in planes that have no wings, or face the wrath of many kings. To lose just about all my reason, or winter be the only season. I really do not want this class. You can stick it up your ***.

Steve- yes, I am gainfully employed.. forty + hours a week at least for the time, heh heh. Add to that I am almost going full time to local college here. I am enrolled in Organic Chem II and Physics II. These little "ditties" only take me about three minutes to produce. One way of dealing with manic energy.. some things REALLY get me going- like the thought that I need to work over some really tired "research" materials to somehow decode God's purpose in my life. Well, at least this morning I feel like I'm starting to calm down a little.. Uncle H., that last one was priceless, heh heh.

Forget to put oil in my car or just run over a broken jar I'd rather step a lot in glue or put myself right up the flue My clothes I would rather rend, or outside .... against the wind. I'd drive too fast when there is fog I'd hit myself with a big log. Let my icecream turn to soup, I'd rather jump right off the roof. I'd rather paint my body pink, or forgoe baths and just plain stink. I'd prefer strapped to a mast or put in a whole body cast. I know for you this must be rough, PFAL, I've had enough.

Same kid would go through your stuff here, if she was watching your kids or doing some kind of work.. always looking for something to "get you in trouble" for. Makes me wonder how well she is making out in the modern workforce. Can't last very long being stupid, accusing and barking orders..

I think the worst thing about a lot of that- the "reprover" slowly seemed to be younger and younger. I remember one of the last branch "personel" here bragging about how her daughter (fourteen years old) had the priviledge to "instruct" the corpses at the Indiana location. Kind of made me feel sick, even then..

And the "big" meetings. Do they relax formalities enough that Donna can get up and introduce Rosie as "Our Woggie-Woo for owwr day and time"?

I guess the short of it, what is the flavor of the meeting? Just makes me wonder if they relax for a few minutes, and forego all of the way double speak.

Makes me wonder.. do they subject these guys to the same kind of idiocy that they subject the rest of "da household" to? Does ole Rosie, after blowing her nose and crying her lil eyes out the eighteenth time, say, "now boys, we is da prevailing household of da best of da best.. we knows that we is da best, and all the rest are piles of crap. Go out and win one for da old Gippress". Next comes the "confrontation" sessions, how CERTAIN (and believe me, they are named) region personel failed to walk in "love" because they somehow did not follow through on some arcane protocol, older than Moses. Anybody in the know.. is this how it really goes? Or are they more brutally honest, and will admit that there are a few "problems"? Do they actually have a few speeches without "prevailing" "household" or some other such nonsense mixed in? Or do they perhaps get a real glimpse of Rosie without the stupid smile and makeup? Makes me wonder if they really buy into their own B.S. on this kind of "leadership" level. Wouldn't suprise me if they did. Have to live with yourself somehow, I guess.

And the saga continues.. I'd rather eat a can of worms, or yellow jackets, give me swarms. Rather with a lion be fighting, or hit with a large bolt of lightning. Could not find a place to pee, or get hit by large banking fees. Rather sleep on five hard rocks or get a case of chicken pox. Feed me rotten local swill or make me climb up a steep hill. Put hot wax down my front pocket or stick my finger in a socket. Soak my keyboard in hot coffee, or up my nose stick english toffee. Lose all my money on one bet, or barbecue my favorite pet. Why oh why can't you just see it? PFAL- I just don't need it. Uncle H- your turn, heh heh.

I think they have them conditioned to these little phrases. Just say "prevailing.. household.. blessed..etc.." and they start salivating like Pavlov's dog. Whatever item or class that it happens to "grace", they've just gotta have it. Cripe, most probably don't really know what it is to prevail anymore. It's really sick.

I'd rather go live in Siberia, or have a great fit of hysteria Put me in a garbage can, or send me email, lots of spam. Or in the oven make me hot, I'd rather give myself a shot. Turn my house to fire wood, or get stuck up by a big hood. Jam much paper in my printer, Put me out in the cold winter. Spend all my money on one bill, or roll myself down a steep hill. I'd rather just get coal for Christmas, or to the mall would have to witness. I'd rather eat five pounds of prunes or get buried deep in the dunes. Lordy, what's that awful smell? Not a skunk, it's PFAL

At least one good thing came out of it.

Myself, I don't think they can come up with anything original, at least any more. They fired all of the brains, and hold on to second rate martindalian concepts and phrases, for lack of anything else. Even the old materials get "baptized" as "new improved prevailing editions" or some such nonsense. And the flock runs to buy this crap.. or HAS to. Seems like the new catch phrase is pretty simple- just mix in "prevailing" and "household" and a little more nonsense, sprinkle it on horse manure, and magically it's no longer horse manure, it's PREVAILING HOUSEHOLD "that which causes growth". You wanna grow, don't ya? Seems they are stuck with this stuff, decade after decade. Prevailing this, prevailing that.. but it has worked "wonders". I don't think the flock has any idea of what "prevailing" even means anymore. Maybe they could just have another class about "prevailing".