Ham

mean is one thing.. unbridled, and mean, is another..

Christ.. I actually consumed two bottle of the overweight rooster..

that's about it. Sowy, the Squirrel has been very bad..

Jeaua.. how ro you APPLY THE

Joni Mitchell is cool..''

We've got to back to.. what is it.. something.. Please forgive me.. I want more than is here..

kind of like a Nicotine withdraw.. it only lasts a few seconds.. just wait, be patient, it will go away..

what scares me.. well, maybe it doesn't. don't dare question, malign or otherwise what is the word.. can't think of it.. oh.. yes. don't incriminate gramps.. else you will be fiery confronted.. I am damned lucky here. I am just barely far enough out of the loop that any kind of threats hold no tangible significance.. no offshoot loyalty.. nothing. But I was.. Invited. Gramps invited me. along with a few hundred thousand others..

Hmm. Yeah.. well, perhaps. I recognize those familiar friends(?) from a few lifetimes back.. Just as mean and nasty then.. induct and send a Squirrel off to war, with impossible odds..

I wish it were me.. sometimes it rears its ugly head.. :) Well.. when it does, it does not last very long..

Yeah.. maybe it is the Big Gamble.. there is an accumulation of primitive thought here.. the Hindus acknowledge an entire being in the beginning.. some religions feel part of God died when this little universe came into existence.. maybe not died, more like fragmented. who do you think *we* are? does the Creator still hold all of the cards in the game.. I dunno.

I prefer to think.. God is not a set of training wheels.. I mean.. no matter what your belief.. didn't he give us individuality for some reason?

and some people wonder why I won't go to church.. well.. I'm not trying to slander familiar spirits or anything.. enchantments.. just seems to me.. raise enough hell and what do you accomplish.. or gain? Zero dialogue.

Then what.. the early sixties netted a few idealistic marks from Haight-Ashbury, San Francisco.. then what. How many "elders" from the fifties were put in the discard pile?

interesting.. people dealt and played like cards.. can't you just feel the love..

I think it is part of the process of assuming summary judgement over people's lives. vp's grandkid's justification was "well ham, we have to be able to keep the TROOPS in line.." same mentality.. I wonder how many scream-fests the followers have been subjected to so far..

This is the one tonight..

that's all I could read.. shut up or make the hole slicker for me..

Gawd, this is priceless.. it's almost like you dropped acid right before social studies and history class..

Hey there! Where do I sign.. just wonder.. the new Choraleers have to wear sunglasses.. why? Maybe because of double or triple dilated eyes? gawd bless you brother, that says is all.. halelujah, and amen..

OKAY. The Squirrel of gawd is only half-drunk (all he can afford at the time..) da way. is it a church, or isn't it. Maybe only their hair-dresser knows for sure.. maybe we need to send in somebody to pull up the skirts, and examine the *evidence*. A church? No, that's not it.. :

Is it possible- that the demise of da way was ENGINEERED? Look at the larger picture: art and music was tightly regimented. A system of useless bureaucracy and unbridled rear kissing instituted.. the "research" department is whipped, leashed and muzzled, before being dissolved altogether.. the organization has no new products, nothing noteworthy to offer.. and especially, the installation of a second-rate buffoon as CEO, whose chief claim is the ability to jump in tights. and scream. and fornicate. Any other hidden talents we haven't heard about yet?

So what ideas were inculcated, what cognitive strategies or *professional(cough)* methodologies were inculcated during one's stay at da way? one "attitude" I saw first-hand.. don't you DARE touch *MY* (self) righteousness.. hissssss. As far as professional methodologies.. were we not "trained" to sell.. pfal, then intermediate, then what.. all kinds of little classes to get into the "big one".. then loy's half-baked set of classes.. no wonder da offshoots waited like vultures for victims fleeing da way: they were a ready-made sales force..