GrouchoMarxJr

How I met Jesus... A drunk approached me one night while I was walking down the street...he told me he was Jesus Christ and that he could prove it!...for $5 I took him up on the offer and gave him a five spot...he led me into the corner bar and as we entered, the bartender looked up at him and said..."Jesus Christ, are you here again?"

I think that HE shared fully!...the rest is on their own.

...pfal 77...that was her big step. Vic put her in charge of the whole shebang! All the physical aspects...housing, the main auditorium, food services...etc. That's the first time I ever saw her or heard of her. While the rest of us were unwashed hippies, she was a "southern belle" with that syrupy sounthern accent...Vic fell for it. I disliked her the first moment I laid eyes on her. She's an administrator, not a teacher. I've heard her speak and it's pitiful.

Yeah...You're probably right...I was sorta hoping that it was a contrived corps excercize because I didn't want to admit to myself that I was following a group of crackpots. In hindsight, I know that they were a bunch of immoral hustlers...but I was kinda hoping that I hadn't been following David Koresh or Jim Jones...maybe it was too much lsd?

I believe what you are referring to was the "mal pack situation"... This was a fabricated scenario that was devised for corps training...the 10th corps to be exact. ...the problem was that the training got outside of Emporia...other people on "the field" took it seriously as well. To this day, I still have my Keltny back pack.

I recall my time in the corps when I was assigned to join the group that was to murder about 200 chickens and butcher them for consumption... It was a small root cellar that was set up for this purpose. About 8 of us were down there for most of the day carrying out this most disgusting task. The chickens would arrive alive and clucking and we would promptly cut off their heads, bleed them, and then proceed to send them down the assembly line to "prepare them" ... My job was to slice open their beliies and pull out any eggs that were fully formed and put them in a basket for future breakfasts...the rest of the innards I scooped and ripped out with my hands and tossed into a garbage can. The stench was beyond describing...several folks were "whistling carrots" and had a green color in their face...I must admit that the gag reflex set in a few times for me...but I never hurled. At the end of the day...after we showered and hustled down to eat dinner...I noticed that they had prepared chicken for everyone!...It was the only time in the corps that I couldn't eat...

Roy, Looks like you have put a lot of time and effort into these many posts...thanks for having the heart to share.

Wait a minute...I thought I saw Wierwille turn into a whore house one night...

...Bobby dies peacefully at age 86 The shot heard round the world! http://sports.yahoo.com/mlb/blog/big_league_stew/post/A-Giant-is-gone-Bobby-Thomson-dies-at-age-86?urn=mlb-263060

When twi asked me to stop giving cash...I did.

I believe you are correct...the true kool aid drinkers are, for the most part, "lost in space". The first thing these folks want to do is give themselves a name and then hoist a flag. It's all about egos, money and bulls **t... ...and for the followers... insecurities and the desire to do the right thing. ...and there's always somebody to exploit these good folks. Let's face it, not every turtle makes it to the sea. I'm hoping that our participation in this website makes a difference...and actually helps people.

I'm a little more blunt than some... I would tell them of my twi "credentials"...how I was a part of this organization for 13 years... I would tell them how I went out wow and then into the corps...I would tell them how I personally knew VPW and LCM...and I would tell them that they are involved with an abusive cult and that they should run like hell.

An eloquent and poignant (did I spell either of those words correctly?)post by our beloved Socks... ...and of course I agree with his sentiments. The first time I entered the wow auditorium I found it to be user unfriendly...it had a bad vibe to it. Even as Martindale pranced around like Aquaman on speed, the facility itself seemed to lend itself to this egotistical performance. After I witnessed the performance of atheletes of the underbelly, I knew that whatever I first involved myself with was nothing at all like I had perceived...everything began to unravel.

I believe you are correct...Don W. was the main catalyst behind the college division. Maybe that's the reason why they were so denigrated...This didn't come from VP or Craig. This came from the "secular son" of Vic...the college boy...the guy who actually earned his phd, unlike his father who hustled it through a degree mill. In my opinion, the lizard mentality of Martindale viewed the college division as an easy target for his mighty corps to use for the purpose of feeling superior.

...I think that statement speaks volumes. At this point, Wierwille has been so discredited, so exposed for the total phoney that he was...that absolutely ANYTHING the guy said...is suspect. I think Wierwille was a pathetic liar...becoming the guy who rose up to the occasion of keeping George;s grave clean and swept...now it's about Wierwille. The guy never passed up an opprotunity to toot his own horn and build his ego even more...he was a flim flam man.

My experience at Emporia in the 10th corps was that college divion people were spineless cowards who didn't have the nards to go into the corps... Oh sure, we tried to be polite...but c'mon now, our nametags were green and yours weren't. We practiced our false humility on you guys so at times it seemed like we were all "equals"...ha ha ha...no chance exlax, we were corps!... ...As I think back, it almost seems like Wierwille deliberatly set things up to cause shism, ego trips,ladder climbing,brow beating, arse kissing and back stabbing. Wierwille was to Christianity what Jeffery Dahmer was to fine dining.

Yeah...I remember both of them. What get's me is the hypocracy. The homo purge...and now the president is homosexual? By their own definition, they are now an organization that is "reprobate and void of a sound mind"...of course that leads me to two possibilities: 1- They are secretly filled with remorse and are in constant prayer seeking forgiveness and deliverence. 2- They know the whole thing is a scam, they continue to maintain their facade in order to keep their tax exempt staus and live well off the assets. Im inclined to believe number 2.

It would seem that Wierwille's entire life indicates that he was nothing more than a bull **** artist. In hindsight...is anyone surprised?

...or is it THIS man? http://www.tedwilliams.com/

My recent flying experience... Had to go from Ohio to Louisianna and back... ...I don't like the security...I suppose it's necessary but I still don't like the feeling of being in Nazi Germany in 1941... Got stuck in the Atlana airport for over 3 hours...I found the smoking room...my eyes instantly started to burn and the smell of smoke was overwhelming...I still managed to finish my camel... the flights were bare bones...a bag of peanuts and a cup of coffee. No thanks, next time I drive...

...And they used to brag about it being the largest tent in the world or some such bulls ***. Wierwille lived for those moments when the big tent was full and his "kids" were all gathered at his feet...I wish I could go back in time and take a flame thrower to that place.

The university of life was designed when Wierwille realized that he had a substantial portion of his followers that were actually unable to enter the way corps...usually because of age restrictions...Vic saw a lot of older folks (who had plenty of money), who were being "untapped", so to speak. In his "divine wisdom", Vic the opprotunist that he was, decided to sell corps teachings to the old folks without making them go in residence and run two miles a day and live in a dorm. They paid gladly to get their hands on these "SPECIAL TEACHINGS"... upon "graduation" Vic would hand them a certificate of some kind and that would make them officially spiritual. Ya gotta hand it to the Vickster...he knew how to milk his followers. ...and yeah, he charged plenty for it.

To know God...for if there is no God, there is no purpose...we're nothing more than an ant farm.

...and wasn't it fitting that Vic did his dirty work under a big tent?... ...just like Elmer Gantry.

...A lonely path indeed...he reminds me of an old Vaudeville performer who is playing to people of a further generation...he's almost a museum piece. People throw dollars into his hat out of pity. ...and yes Ham, he started his own thing and pronounced himself to be ceo...I guess anyone of us could do the same...he's still banking on former way followers and ces followers to prop him up and give him money...sorta pathetic, if you ask me.