Ham

who says devils don't have rest..

the devil resides in the pulpit.. maybe Bullinger was right.. it's a comfy chair, a comfy home..

so far in the poll.. fifty percent had a negative experience hitching. how can they still justify, in a "christian" group".. hitch-hiking? As a requirement in the "program"? some may question.. you're damned right. subjecting followers to some definite chance of a negative experience.. in my opinion, is no less than tempting God himself.. "sure. you're such a great believer. go right ahead. "angels" will protect you. Or the "magic" of "believing"".. "sure.. you can BELIEVE to 'do it'.." in whose mouth do these words belong? If you believe the bible.. the only logical conclusion one might reasonably come up with is.. the *sowers* program, is run by the devil.. I'd like to think better. But they fashion themselves after gramps madness..

but.. maybe, just maybe.. the seed will take root.. the "greatness" will appear once again.. there is always somebody who knows a hell of a lot more than me. I just hope he isn't a Dick. The last one, who crossed my path will qualify. God Bless you friend, and congratulations on the award..

I am dealing with those, who know a hell of a lot more than I do.. Mississippi sunset.. heh..

so SOMEBODY loves me.. why I don't know.. it was their choice.. no, they speak the language of mathematics.. maybe that is the tongues of angels.. I dunno..

I've looked into that extent of darkness.. It takes more than *me*.. the non-english speaking coordinator of this curriculum.. "if you really are going to finish this, we must support you.." so I have a few advocates here. Despite the fact that my GPA is 2.99. And officially, it is supposed to be 3.0. maybe I have more friends, than I thought I had.. The mind-blowing part. They are non-English(primarily) speaking..

Pathetic.. I'd rather end in failure, in a bid for a masters degree in mathematics..

I am unemployable, today. Mainly because of age. I'm fifty four.. who wants to provide some kind of reasonable health care package... well. considering I've managed on myself to manage type II diabetes on my own dime.. the last two blood tests show that I have numbers that would indicate that I don't even have the disease.. A1C reading was five. that is the lowest reading one can have. typical for non-diabetics. two times in a row.. at about six month intervals. even with my indulgence with red wine at times. That is my only sin here.. so there is no significant danger to damage to my heart, kidneys, etc..

I mean.. "mogness" needs management, does it not? gawdam managers.. self serving sycophants.. that is the polite greek euphemism.. old, unemploid(able)..

It's too "negative" for da little itty bitty boy of gawd. Others digest the posts.. I mean, *they* don't want him distracted, or anything, do they? Yeah, history will repeat itself..

I was the only "adviser" from the old organization that had a different message other than "go for it.. fella.." I won't say only. the only one I am aware of.. I'm sure there were others.. Catcup.. maybe a few others.. but what the hell am *I*, anyway. My wow brother had a name for me once.. and the last rational conversation I had with him.. "don't let anybody talk you out of it.." weird..

I wonder if anyone has gotten raped in "junior junior's" outfit yet.. no, they won't tell, publicly. Either way.. just little anecdotes of success in believing, or something.. only thing I can say is. If blood wasn't on the head of the old organization, it is on theirs. I warned the curt, egotistical little bastard.. yeah. By default, it is on you..

I read something junior junior posted on a website once.. he lists gramps among his heroes. "when I go to heaven, I want to see gramps, Jesus.. etc. etc." if you see gramps, perhaps you are in the "wrong" place.. the next entity will not be Jesus..

I really shouldn't. There are so many issues here.. but they seem irrelevant.. I've met a few devils, and saviors along the way..

I think it is the big, green color. big, and green.. green is among the most receptive colors to the human eye.. there are among a few reasons that I've said.. if the "paradise" comes, my (no, not mine. I can't own a soul. rather, the ones I provide for..) cats come with me.. don't have room for "lesser" souls. Well, I'm pretty "lesser" as well.. I know enough math to melt some brains. And yes, I am as "lesser" as anyone else.. there are a few here, who can come to the same conclusion.. I wish Rumrunner could still give us a few clues, along the way..

It is Verboten.. to use the mystical powers, and peer into the Boudoir of herr "manogawd".. what is more a joke. *We* could always see through him, like water. it just took great convincing, to think otherwise..

they made the rules.

I hope you take advantage of this. When I have a couple glasses or so of red wine.. things go spiritual.. Causing devil spirts pain. just being an "ordinary" spirit. how do you feel about this *almost* paradise being sucked dry by behemoths of capitalism.. yeah, they are "spirits".. it was supposed to just be a summer camp, in the wilderness somewhere.. now they think they own the rocks, the rivers.. larger pieces of Diety, really suck. Really.. they can be pretty damned useless.. I must not be a devil spirit. I am not experiencing pain here..

How come.. the "christ in me" didn't beat the snot out of *mr* wienerville.. I'm sure a lot of us have asked that question.. maybe like the lady in the ad at the bottom of the page. he(?) was pretty.. she is like a Cheshire cat. You know, turn around, and the cat is gone.. now its ads for offshore accounts.. :biblaugh:

when they die.. all they will have left is a "worship center" for da upcoming, little itty bitty youth of gawd.. he'll be about thirty something, or forty something..

I don't think it is the grandson.. it's pa, and mac. what is most pathetic is junior is going along with it..

my favorite hitching times. my destination was Bluefield WV. from some place near to Princeton. It was a rather long route. I'm standing on route.. whatever it was. Tht school van/bus passed. then I got ride about seven or so miles.. I am standing at the road. The bus passes again.. no problem for the bus. It goes on its way.. so I get a ride for about 7 miles or so. then.. the bus. and I converge at the third spot.. the driver.. is awe-stricken. "are you Jesus?"

well, sometimes. Consumer. but that screws things up.. *they* just haven't come up with the right stuff to consume lately.. I'd run off in a weird bus somewhere in a heartbeat..

from what I've seen.. the pusher promotes the product, so he can have some produce to consume.. my brother tried to figure out how there was fifty some ounces of marijuana in the room.. figure, at a break even deal, one might have about four or five ounces "free".. I hear voices from the old guard. I hope that isn't all it is.. sorry. I'm just an observer..