George Aar

No, I can't say the name rings any bells. Might know him if I saw him, though. Maybe you could drop a postcard in the mail to him, with a "Please forward" stamp on it?

The weather's crumby. The days are cold, dark, and short. We run around spending money like a drunken sailor, preparing food, decorating crap, and for what? I can't think of another time of year that demands so much and gives so little. GAWDDAMIT, I hate the farking holidays. Well, on the bright side, it's 364 days until we have to do this stupid, goddam bull$hit again. Merry Christmas!

Vickles, Here's what "people finder" spit out: http://phone.people.yahoo.com/py/psPhoneSe...+Address+Search BTW, if you go to Altavista.com and click on "people finder", then put in their name and any particulars you've got, click on "search" and voila! Easy squeezy...

Satori, Shame on you! (lol) Yes, maybe it's my cynical nature, but by just reading the first few lines of this supposed new, evil, drug, my B.S. meter started to register. There's a basic form to most of these urban legends. A real hand-wringing, leg-wetting story, where our normal defenses are useless. We're helpless prey for conscienceless villains! Beware! And, or course, "I know somebody who knows the girl it happened to!"

I'd give at least a tentative "yes" to all of those. #7 was probably not enforced as much in WayWorld, except at "The Rock" or once you went "W.O.W." or into the "Corps". Other than that, yeah, it was a pretty typical cult. I think the main attribute for a cult candidate is simply credulousness. As kids we all have that in abundance, and some never grow out of it (witness the popularity on this site still of such things as designer water, homeopathy, bio-energy manipulation, prayer, etc.).

Bul go gi and mondues? I dunno, they're new ones on me. I should point out, I have no Korean ancestry whatsoever, and the taste I've acquired for Korean food is purely coincidental (and the "tradition" of making Kim Chee at Christmas - at least around my house - is entirely my own invention). Can you describe the aformentioned treats? I may well have had them (I do dine at a Korean bar-be-que fairly regular), but the names of a lot of that escape me.

Well I've just finished preparing my traditional holiday treat - Kim Chee! Just chop up a Napa cabbage, place in a vegetable press with an 8 oz. jar of Kim Chee base, add a few chopped green onions, maybe a squirt or two of SriRacha pepper sauce. Let it set for a couple of days in the press. Take it out and seal it in quart jars and leave them in a warm place for a day or two. When you can see bubbles starting to percolate up to the top of the jars, it's done. Oh, did I mention that Kim Chee is sort of an acquired taste? That, and because of the garlic, nobody wants to be around you after you've eaten it. But, hey! It's traditional!

I dunno, a female juggler?

Parsley, I think many of us did drink the Kool-Aid to a degree, anyway. We went out W.O.W., went in the "Corps", alienated our friends and family, threw away our educations and careers. To a horribly unsettling extent I personally was somebody else whilst in WayWorld. I parroted another man's thoughts, adopted his goals, and tried like hell to conform to the lifestyle he claimed to live himself (though we know now, that was just more B.S.). And BTW, I seriously thought that there was an underground of Corps who would be "taking out" select "homos", in order to bring the devil spirit realm in tow. The guy who told me that, later recanted, but the fact that I believed him doesn't speak very highly of my critical thinking abilities at the time. "The most common of all follies is to believe passionately in the palpably not true. It is the chief occupation of mankind." --H. L. Mencken

"A perfect snowy day"? Sorry, no such thing...

Sudo, A hearty "me too" to your post...

Another one not many have heard of is "Crumb". It's a documentary of R. Crumb - yes that R. Crumb - of "Zap" comix fame. Not exactly family fare, but an interesting look at a unique kinda guy. There are moments that are sorta goofy, some almost pornographic, and even a few pathos-charged scenes that kinda tug at your heartstrings. The whole time where he's talking with his brother at their mother's house is downright touching. You won't think of this guy the same after getting the behind-the-scenes look at him.

Invisible one, Take a look here: http://www.choosebooks.com/item_details.js...tem_id=29809386 Only 256 bucks! Maybe there's still time for "Santa" to get you a copy?

Like so many others, what initially attracted me was a girl. That was the sole reason I hung around at all to begin with. After "speaking in tongues" though, I thought that there must be something to this Bible stuff after all. Wrong... And, as 3-cents mentioned, I don't doubt that Wierwille played the part of a surrogate father for many of us. Although I wasn't conciously looking for a father figure, I had lost my dad rather young, and I'm sure there was some kind of attraction there. I've noticed that quite a number of Wayfers either had no father or a pretty poor relationship with theirs. It seems likely that the overt paternalism VPW pandered was a draw to many of us. That and the ego-strokes we got from being the privileged few to know "The Wurd" better than anybody else in history, was sufficient to keep us deluded for years...

"'Truth is an absolute value,' McKathan said, 'and you can't divorce the law from the truth. I feel we must resist the modern attempts to discount the truth.'" The fact that the judge can't seem to distinguish between "truth" and his own, personal beliefs, alone disqualifies him for the office. Having lived in Alabama, I can't say it surprises me much. The state was always in stiff competition with Mississippi to see who could best exhibit the qualities of an in-bred hillbilly.

I think they should spend eternity driving a beat up, POS car, wearing clothes from the Goodwill store, and sitting on a metal folding chair in the back of a conference room listening to some self-absorbed geek drone on for days at a time, all the while debating whether or not Spiderman could beat up Green Lantern. I guess that's vote for "fry"...

Cool Waters, I don't know how "normal" I am (as a 50-something male) but I'm not nearly as obsessed with sex as I was as a 20 year-old. From about age 15 till somewhere in my 30s, I thought about little else (I seldom managed to actually do anything about it, but that's another story). After another 20 years (and being married for that whole time) thankfully, I've found time to actually do other things. I guess I've turned into a "once-a-weeker", and that's fine with me. I just don't have the interest for much more than that. And on a positive note (for Mrs. Curmudgeon, anyway), I don't go looking for any "stray stuff" either. I occaisionally run into a guy my age who still seems to have the teenaged obsession with sex, but they do seem to be rather rare. Maybe I'm just hanging out with a bunch of jerks, but the "I've just gotta get laid" type of guys just strike me as being childish.

And there is one tremendous bright spot in all of this... NO MORE MEETINGS! That fact alone is going to add years to your life. Sleep in Sunday mornings, watch T.V. instead of going to "Twig", and spend holidays with people you actually like - what a concept! And, personally, the religion game - no matter the flavor - never added a thing to my life (other than guilt, that is).

Goey, "Don't you think you have rubbed our noses in your disdain for the Bible enough times by now?" Getting a little huffy are we? The title of the thread is "Wierwille's Wacky Dispensationalism", I thought a tidbit about his qualifications might be in order. BTW, if my posts offend you, you can ignore them. God knows you wouldn't be the first.

Steve Lortz, I've only recently gotten a tune-up on my high school French - a preparation for a trip to Cambodia (unfortunately not many speak it there anymore). Hey! That's "Mr." Geezer to you! :)-->

I can't help but get off-thread a little (probably due to the fact that I couldn't care less what the "Holy Bible" has to say) but I've got to revisit Mr. Wierwille's supposed "doctorate". BFD, there's no mystery surrounding how one obtains a Phd. There is a set, very well defined protocol in place. You fulfill the requirements, you get your degree. As I remember it, one who is a Phd. candidate gets a mentor, works through the particulars of his area of interest and the specific topic of his dissertation, earns the necessary credits for his degree through an accredited university, then gives and defends his dissertation before a group of his peers. A copy of his dissertation is then kept in the archives of the university. There is no evidence of VPW doing any of that. There is this however: http://www.empirenet.com/~messiah7/quz_ipikepk.htm I've heard that the prestigious "Pike's Peak University" has since gone the way of all things, the degree-mill business not being as lucrative as it once was, I guess. Be that as it may, I have a simple exhortation for you. For the next three months just put all your Bible and WayWorld reading material aside. Start reading THE NEW YORK TIMES, SKEPTIC MAGAZINE, and SCIENCE and I guarantee you in just three months you won't know yourself. You'll be asking honest questions about hitherto unapproachable subjects, having serious doubts about things that were absolutely iron-clad in your mind before, and generally just giving up on the knee-jerk, pre-chewed, answer-in-a-can type of thinking. You might also want to lose the "I'll staighten out you poor pathetic bastards" tone in your posts. We've all "been there, done that" with that kind of poster.

Monsieur Lortz, C'est "comprenez-vous" n'est pas?

And please BFD, Mr. Wierwille was not a Doctor. He sure liked the title and loved the adoration of his fans, but he didn't fulfill the requirements to legitimately claim it. OTOH, he was an extraordinarily gifted conman and grifter. I guess that makes up for it?

JM, Uh, do you really want advice, or are you just trolling? Your post tends to make me just a tad suspicious, 'cause I can't for the life of me imagine anyone enjoying going to a Wayfer fellowship anymore. I dunno, maybe you like trips to the dentist as well?

No stones from this guy, Raf. My opinion of Titanic? A ridiculously overpriced chick-flick, with a trite storyline and vapid performances by all involved. Yeah, everybody's a critic...