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Well how can you say you will when you won't, Say you do, baby, when you don't?

It's from Beatles in Italy. And, yes, the song is actually a cover of . Carl Perkins did pretty well with it in 1956 or '57, as well.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S-Bin1JlW4E&feature=related

Renewed mind + Likemindedness = Delusion prophylaxis. (Incremental preventive maintenance)

You can see them on facebook, reciting entire sections of the PFAL class, or its collaterals, encouraging others to resist the "temptation" to consider alternative viewpoints. Then, again, maybe it's themselves they are encouraging.....like re-fortifying self-delusion.

We were taught to ignore any sort of logical evaluation. (Session 7/PFAL)

UPDATE They never answered my email. Why am I not surprised?

Mrs. Brown, you've got a lovely daughter.

Here is Willie "Big Eyes" Smith, layin' down the groove for Muddy. R.I.P., Willie.

Within the first 24 seconds, the narrator calls VPW "Doctor". I guess he hasn't gotten the memo yet.

Headphones required.

Doesn't sound familiar.

Well, aren't you little Miss Picky, then?

I had read bits and pieces of Karl Marx's writings (or at least the English translations) before I became involved with The Way so, when I heard Wierwille misquote it (Advanced Class, perhaps?), I knew the source, even though he did not cite it. Here, by the way, is what Marx actually said: "Religion is the sigh of the oppressed creature, the heart of a heartless world, and the soul of soulless conditions. It is the opium of the people." - Karl Marx The erroneous point that Wierwille was attempting to make was that The Way wasn't a religion and, thus, it was superior to other belief systems. (The guy was a pompous azz.)

7) Keep trying to convince themselves and each other that there really is a Santa Claus.

You don't have to look any farther than facebook to find people still entrenched in that cliche-filled gibberish and TWI think. I don't know if they are doing it to proselytize new recruits or maintain a numbing level of self-delusion. I have my own theory on that matter.

This reminds me of an old adage. Q. What does your boss ask you on your last day that he should have asked on your first day? A. "What will it take to keep you?"

FREE TURN!!!>>>>FREE TURN!!! :)

We had a little grocery store about mid-way down the block called Pepi's. (Some of you guys would probably call it a "bodega".) Pepi lived in the back rooms and in the storefront he had cold cuts, cheeses, soda pop, dish soap and, best of all, penny candy. Red Hot Dollars, Bulls Eyes, candy cigarettes, fizzy sticks and all kinds of stuff. Once, my mother had a bunch of buttons sitting out for a clothing repair. Being just a little guy and not knowing any better, I scooped them up and headed for Pepi's. He let me spend them all on penny candy without batting a eye and later gave them back to my mother. That's how things were in the neighborhood. Everybody knew each other. It was like a little town inside a big town. (Maybe Opera Buff remembers the place. It was on Forestdale Ave.) But, one of my all time favorite snack type things to do as a kid was to follow the sweet scent of blooming honeysuckle vine in the nearby cemetery. You take the flower and carefully extract that stringy thing in the center. As it emerges from the blossom, it brings with it one small drop of sweet nectar. Better than any penny candy could ever hope to be. I still think of that when I smell it in the evening air.

I found Waldo. Too abstract? See, I left when my son was born and "Where's Waldo?" is a thing you do with your kids. Get it?

HUSH!!!!..........Deep Purple (Written by Joe South)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kKiCpBteb9U&feature=related