Ham

One-sided views hold their firearms, well below the site of others.. or they are supposed to..

My dad was cool.. he actually taught his two less than teenage sons how to handle a rifle. When walking, you are supposed to hold it down in a position that it is NEVER pointed in the direction of another human being.. I think he had to hold a firearm, or worse in the direction of others in one of the "great" wars.. so interesting.. he never told us anything about that..

here comes my obtuse self. sowy. why didn't they require the youngsters to pack something like a 9 mm handgun? I mean.. heck. It's a great equalizer, that is, to balance out the effect of out of control adults.. I mean, they HAD firearm training and all..

I'm supposed to be some kind of peace-maker. god have mercy on the world.. by the numbers this is supposed to be true.. so where do we go from here.. it's always been some kind of fiendish, delicate balancing act..

The only one-sided views I presently hold concern myself, not any other here.. at one point I have to let go. It's not a big deal (but it is).. where does one go when one is presented with a brick wall.. the way could NEVER provide enough money to repair what they did to me personally. Why demand it.. they can't pay the bill.. let alone even acknowledge that there IS a bill.. as far as they can slightly think, they probably think I still owe them something.. and my experience was tame compared to that of others.. it comes to a point.. that all rosie the ribetter and donna the dumpster are good for is only for a good long laugh.. but that is just my (maybe overly stated) opinion. so while I am horrified by YOUR treatment.. how do I process mine? At least here? Sometimes it is with blunt words of dry humor..

there are a lot of those like this.. but why does this make me cry..

I've had such a god a few times.. small "g" intended. dueling exorcists was one of those times.. but I could play the game as well as another could.. "out, thou fiendish, unsquirrelish spirit, of sorts.." hey, what can I say. I am happy, generally speaking..

This is the *coolest* post I've seen here.. give me some time friend.. I'll try to catch up. :)

Sowy, just a few more thoughts. There are two cats here.. I would NEVER request them to give up their life, or blood, for mine.. I'd rather die in wickedness or something.. first of all.. if something such was even possible.. they would have to have the capacity to agree with this.. then they would have to logically agree with this.. or are their Souls just ripe for some kind of harvest.. just a few thoughts. I can't harvest souls for my own benefit. Maybe other humans can do this.. whose life is it, anyway..

is it possible that this is an assumption? OK. Assuming this is possible.. the blood of beasts has to be more holy than the blood of man.. I can't see an infinite God paying a debt with wooden nickels, so to speak..

Maybe it was an old fashioned case of "blustering". You know.. my god is more (obnoxious) than yours..

if it makes any difference.. what makes you think existence inside of the gates to be any more pleasurable than that without.. I mean.. the kind of agreements you have to make to get in.. if one is a "savage".. life outside of the gates is a paradise.. just a thought. maybe we are deluged with too many metaphors..

What I would like to know.. anybody here actually witness the *event*? A fire-breathing sonofabitch circling around my tent might motivate me to relocate as well.. what was the big deal.. a 24 hour prayer vigil, around the "possessed".. seeking mercies from the Almighty to slay, or at the minimum "bother" communications with the departed.. or something? Loud prayers trying to cast spirits out.. or something of the sort? Just wonder.

well.. one contributes to the other, doesn't it? Well.. properly aged, of course..

Please don't be. Quotations from one of my favorite movies are forced to the surface.. I can be at least as sorry as you.. gaaaaa.. there I go again.. why does this stuff play so in my head.. maybe we are all equally disturbed.. who knows. You know.. the fortune teller at the Van Wert fair was probably a very nice person..

I dunno. If I REALLY, REALLY bought into the vicster's lies and hypocrisy.. maybe I would go to extraordinary measures to defend my decision.. of sorts. Maybe I never really did.. I don't think I've ever really enjoyed one single step of stability along the way.. why settle on stability, when one can really LIVE?

I'm sorry if I have offended you, friend.. maybe that is the way I survive.. I dunno. everything isn't really always damned funny to me. But there are times.. I've laughed the devil to his face, even when he held all of the advantage, or all the cards.. sowy. I'm just plain nuts at.. or at the most of the time.. :) where do we go from here..

I think during a fit of delusion of gandeur, he maybe IMAGINED he had the ability to run off some kind of spiritual oppression, or something.. But yes, the account is "factual". As far as the victoid's inflated self-importance, that is.. I went to a school that was within one year of achieving the *distinction* of holding the longest losing streak in any league of college football. The way, inc did not intervene and cast out spirits. However, they turned around and actually won a few championships. No help from vic. I thought the *class* was held at Ball State University, not Ohio State. Maybe I'm wrong..

I think it might speak to us.. who knows. Nuke the little cult in Colorado, and nobody might even notice..

Jeesus. My thirteen thousandth post had better kill something.. Anybody have any goats I can stare at?

It sounds like a larger organization running out of resources..

Yep. And as long as they don't use the ABS to pay the stinking fee for the money order, either.

I wonder.. whatever, or however did the insurance man turn out? Must be pretty old, now..

I had a similar experience with a character in high school.. I just asked the question. Do we really need to go to these extremes. I can go there if I have to, what about you.. I mean, what do we want to do. Exchange livers for kidneys, or something like that?