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Sheesh- worse than a friggin motivated tax collector.

Cripe. Are they STILL doing this crap?? Don't they have anything better to do than to try to "smoke out" debt in the ranks? Full time "ministers"- ha. They would be more suited to a job at the IRS trying to "smoke out" bad deductions.

"I was a human being, once".

Reproof? What reproof? Never got it. I think people more of like feel sorry for me.. perfect example of what twenty years in a cult can do to a person, heh heh.

That live in the house that saint vic built.

Just checked da "wonderful for da believers" site again.. got a message on the message boards- "under construction, our programmer cannot fix it if you try to access it in any way, please refrain from accessing it". What in da world is up with that??? Makes as much sense as the folks that are left in that organization.

Steve- I think the corpses grads would be more of some committed as you can get-think they can do anything-but can't even jump start a stinking dead dog if their life depended on it-but still want to run your life-non-members.

Uncle Hairy, the real key to it would be to give it the "country club" persona. Anybody who is anybody just HAS to "belong". For "a mere pittance" they could be part of a present truth corporation. We could hire an army of Jeeve's who could snub them at every turn. Any complaint, and the non-share holders are OUTA here. Dunno.. I think it may work. Has before!

Oh well, I guess they don't want their puters to get possessed.

Foamy could be our first president.. be warned, it is a little bloody. Foamy the Squirrel When there you will have to click on "neurotically yours"

We could sit inside a smoke filled room, tossing darts at a map trying to decide where to send "non-shareholders".

Uncle Hairy, could I be one of the "members"?

Harve? Jean? Anybody? Oldies has even promised to "behave".

I can almost see the process- a smoke-filled room in the back, ole Howard or Ermal throwing darts at a map on the wall- "Vic, looks like that one's goin to timbuctu.." I dunno. My WOW year turned out pretty good. Actually got something good out of it. Maybe sometimes the dart hits the right spot. Lindy, people here found a way around that little regulation. They "kidnapped" my WOW brother and gave him a tour of Michigan's upper peninsula. Took him at least 200 miles outside of our assignment. I don't think anybody ever found out. I wasn't talking..

Don't feel bad- there aren't any C's in mine, either.. must be a common malady.

If they haven't thought of it, I would suggest that they send Oldies a private topic. Or Email him. Don't even have to post an open letter or anything like that on GSCAFE. Things better there? Come on Rosie, what's stopping you?

HCW, if getting kicked off staff and corpse isn't close enough, I don't know what isn't. "kicked some WOW's out of my house once" heh heh. Friggin deadbeats.. From most of the posts, I think the number one reason for getting the boot was petty B.S. The overseers already had their mind made up you were evil, and looked under every rock and cranny to find SOMETHING. No matter how small or insignificant. A close second- thinking is not allowed. Start to think, or ask questions that may be uncomfortable, and it is just a matter of time before you are gone. Reading or talking about them on the internet seems to be a favorite reason of theirs. And yes, you are "possessed", but only in the eyes of those wayfers that are left behind in that sad, pathetic little cult.

One of the guys in our fellowship, just thinking of taking "da class"- looked awful. Really really sick. I prayed for the guy, and he got really excited. Jumping up and down. Then he said to his friends, "I had the worst hangover of my life. I can't believe it, he knocked it out of me! It's gone!" I do not think he was faking; he looked like a spring chicken. Never know what happened to the guy- but had I known he got drunk as a skunk I don't know if I would have done it.. I don't claim that miracles don't happen. Just not in the place called "da vey", at least now, at least not that I've seen. They are so helpless that they can't go to the store on their own, have to have somebody read their bible for them (practically anyway), and check every significant and insignificant decision in life with their immediate superiors. Just to be a volunteer. They who claim to be doing the works of Jesus Christ- cripe, wouldn't know a miracle if it bit them in the a**.

Suz, tall and skinny would fit the bill.. he was about six foot seven. I think he came from Eugene Oregon.

Probably really blames the dead guy- "recalcitrant bast*** just wouldn't cooperate".

The only time I ever heard about raising da dead.. an old vey leader went in a funeral parlor, said "stand back" and "In da name of JC, get up" and nothing happened. Guy was still as dead and as cold as you can get.. just practicing, I guess.

I don't know if anybody else remembers the old Wendy's commercial. The competition showing off their wonderful and best newest burger. Can't see the patty with a magnifying glass.. the little old lady counters their claims with "where's the beef?" Kind of makes me think of Da Vey's claims. "We teach our people how to have power in their lives". Where's the beef? When is the last time ANYBODY in that organization honestly and genuinely manifested the power of God and heal anybody? Raise anybody from the dead? Work a real miracle, other than "believing" for a parking place in front of a store? Exies suggestion on another thread got me going on this.. drag your dead dog to "twig" and ask if they can raise it from the dead.. heh heh. Cripe, they couldn't even jump start a stinking dead dog, no less a human being. So what's up? Do they not even believe in "da manifestations" any more? I did ask these kind of questions when I first started going to twig.. answers I got were vague. "We don't tell everybody about it because we don't want people to just come to get healed. They need to hear the verd" was one explanation I heard. Seems the miracles in Acts were ones that "shook the community". Ones that could not be denied. Getting your favorite parking place need not apply. So where are all the miracles? All da power? Or are they Vey words, crafted to carefully explain the lack therof?

How about this lady? Just remembered her from old days in WVA. Anybody know?

"had more personal problems than a toilet cleaner at a bean factory in Tiajuana" Priceless, Uncle Harry.

Heh heh.. your bible and belongings would likely follow shortly after..