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"All this trouble over a fat little man in a red suit!" "What are those funny things sticking out of your head?" "Those are our antennae." "Are you a television set?" "We're going out the good ol' fashioned way. Prancer and Dancer and Donder and Blitzen, and Vixen and Nixon... oh, consarnit I get those names mixed up, but the KIDS know their names." "Chochem is eight hundred years old, you can't dismiss the wisdom of centuries." "I can." " Here's another UFO Bulletin: The Defense Department has just announced that the unidentified flying object suddenly disappeared from our radar screen. They believe the object has either disintegrated in space, or it may be a space ship from another planet which has the ability to nullify all radar beams." "Chochem! Chochem! Are you here? Ancient one of Mars, I call upon you." "What's soft and round and you put it on a stick and you toast it in a fire, and it's green?" "I don't know what?" "A Martian mellow." " Santa, you will never return to Earth, you belong to Mars now." "Ho Ho, Hooo..." "If we take them with us to Mars, Santa's disappearance will remain a mystery. No one on Earth will ever know that Santa Claus was kidnapped by Martians."

"You're playing so cool. Obeying every rule. Deep way down in your heart You're burning yearning for Somebody to tell you That life ain't passing you by. I'm trying to tell you It will if you don't even try." "We've got to turn it around, and put your feet on the ground. Now take a hold of your soul" (I seem to find different sources disagreeing on the exact lyrics, but this is my best result.)

For those arriving late, "the corps poem" was plagiarized (big surprise-not!) from a 191o poem by Henry Van Dyke called "Spirit of the Everlasting Boy." It was written in 1910 to commemorate the 100th anniversary of Lawrenceville School's founding. The school is still in regular operations, more than 200 years after it was founded. I made a separate thread for the poem, here: I wonder if anyone or anything will still be talking about twi 100 years after they were founded in the 1950s, or even in their supposed founding date of 1942 (which commemorates no organization of any kind, just a supposed date of an event vpw claimed happened but was obviously completely made-up.)

[Here's a poem by Henry Van Dyke, called "Spirit of the Everlasting Boy." You might find part of it familiar.] ======================================= ODE FOR THE HUNDREDTH ANNIVERSARY OF LAWRENCEVILLE SCHOOL June 11, 1910 I The British bard who looked on Eton's walls, Endeared by distance in the pearly gray And soft aerial blue that ever falls On English landscape with the dying day, Beheld in thought his boyhood far away, Its random raptures and its festivals Of noisy mirth, The brief illusion of its idle joys, And mourned that none of these can stay With men, whom life inexorably calls To face the grim realities of earth. His pensive fancy pictured there at play From year to year the careless bands of boys, Unconscious victims kept in golden state, While haply they await The dark approach of disenchanting Fate, To hale them to the sacrifice Of Pain and Penury and Grief and Care, Slow-withering Age, or Failure's swift despair. Half-pity and half-envy dimmed the eyes Of that old poet, gazing on the scene Where long ago his youth had flowed serene, And all the burden of his ode was this: "Where ignorance is bliss, 'Tis folly to be wise." II But not for us, O plaintive elegist, Thine epicedial tone of sad farewell To joy in wisdom and to thought in youth! Our western Muse would keep her tryst With sunrise, not with sunset, and foretell In boyhood's bliss the dawn of manhood's truth. III O spirit of the everlasting boy, Alert, elate, And confident that life is good, Thou knockest boldly at the gate, In hopeful hardihood, Eager to enter and enjoy Thy new estate. Through the old house thou runnest everywhere, Bringing a breath of folly and fresh air. Ready to make a treasure of each toy, Or break them all in discontented mood; Fearless of Fate, Yet strangely fearful of a comrade's laugh; Reckless and timid, hard and sensitive; In talk a rebel, full of mocking chaff, At heart devout conservative; In love with love, yet hating to be kissed; Inveterate optimist, And judge severe, In reason cloudy but in feeling clear; Keen critic, ardent hero-worshipper, Impatient of restraint in little ways, Yet ever ready to confer On chosen leaders boundless power and praise; Adventurous spirit burning to explore Untrodden paths where hidden danger lies, And homesick heart looking with wistful eyes Through every twilight to a mother's door; Thou daring, darling, inconsistent boy, How dull the world would be Without thy presence, dear barbarian, And happy lord of high futurity! Be what thou art, our trouble and our joy, Our hardest problem and our brightest hope! And while thine elders lead thee up the slope Of knowledge, let them learn from teaching thee That vital joy is part of nature's plan, And he who keeps the spirit of the boy Shall gladly grow to be a happy man. IV What constitutes a school? Not ancient halls and ivy-mantled towers, Where dull traditions rule With heavy hand youth's lightly springing powers; Not spacious pleasure courts, And lofty temples of athletic fame, Where devotees of sports Mistake a pastime for life's highest aim; Not fashion, nor renown Of wealthy patronage and rich estate; No, none of these can crown A school with light and make it truly great. But masters, strong and wise, Who teach because they love the teacher's task, And find their richest prize In eyes that open and in minds that ask; And boys, with heart aglow To try their youthful vigour on their work, Eager to learn and grow, And quick to hate a coward or a shirk: These constitute a school,-- A vital forge of weapons keen and bright, Where living sword and tool Are tempered for true toil or noble fight! But let not wisdom scorn The hours of pleasure in the playing fields: There also strength is born, And every manly game a virtue yields. Fairness and self-control, Good-humour, pluck, and patience in the race, Will make a lad heart-whole To win with honour, lose without disgrace. Ah, well for him who gains In such a school apprenticeship to life: With him the joy of youth remains In later lessons and in larger strife! V On Jersey's rolling plain, where Washington, In midnight marching at the head Of ragged regiments, his army led To Princeton's victory of the rising sun; Here in this liberal land, by battle won For Freedom and the rule Of equal rights for every child of man, Arose a democratic school, To train a virile race of sons to bear With thoughtful joy the name American, And serve the God who heard their father's prayer. No cloister, dreaming in a world remote From that real world wherein alone we live; No mimic court, where titled names denote A dignity that only worth can give; But here a friendly house of learning stood, With open door beside the broad highway, And welcomed lads to study and to play In generous rivalry of brotherhood. A hundred years have passed, and Lawrenceville, In beauty and in strength renewed, Stands with her open portal still, And neither time nor fortune brings To her deep spirit any change of mood, Or faltering from the faith she held of old. Still to the democratic creed she clings: That manhood needs nor rank nor gold To make it noble in our eyes; That every boy is born with royal right, From blissful ignorance to rise To joy more lasting and more bright, In mastery of body and of mind, King of himself and servant of mankind. VI Old Lawrenceville, Thy happy bell Shall ring to-day, O'er vale and hill, O'er mead and dell, While far away, With silent thrill, The echoes roll Through many a soul, That knew thee well, In boyhood's day, And loves thee still. Ah, who can tell How far away, Some sentinel Of God's good will, In forest cool, Or desert gray, By lonely pool, Or barren hill, Shall faintly hear, With inward ear, The chiming bell, Of his old school, Through darkness pealing; And lowly kneeling, Shall feel the spell Of grateful tears His eyelids fill; And softly pray To Him who hears: God bless old Lawrenceville! [The end] Henry Van Dyke's poem: Spirit Of The Everlasting Boy ========================================= That was written for "Lawrenceville School" in 1910 for its 100th anniversary. That means the school of that name was founded in 1810. Which makes it this school, which is in the same state the writer of the poem is from..... https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lawrenceville_School

"All this trouble over a fat little man in a red suit!" "What are those funny things sticking out of your head?" "Those are our antennae." "Are you a television set?" "We're going out the good ol' fashioned way. Prancer and Dancer and Donder and Blitzen, and Vixen and Nixon... oh, consarnit I get those names mixed up, but the KIDS know their names." "Chochem is eight hundred years old, you can't dismiss the wisdom of centuries." "I can." " Here's another UFO Bulletin: The Defense Department has just announced that the unidentified flying object suddenly disappeared from our radar screen. They believe the object has either disintegrated in space, or it may be a space ship from another planet which has the ability to nullify all radar beams." "Chochem! Chochem! Are you here? Ancient one of Mars, I call upon you." "What's soft and round and you put it on a stick and you toast it in a fire, and it's green?" "I don't know what?" "A Martian mellow." Don't we have any MST3K fans here?

Which means it's Human's turn.

More about the late Dave Arneson, for those curious cats who want more, can be found here:

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"All this trouble over a fat little man in a red suit!" "What are those funny things sticking out of your head?" "Those are our antennae." "Are you a television set?" "We're going out the good ol' fashioned way. Prancer and Dancer and Donder and Blitzen, and Vixen and Nixon... oh, consarnit I get those names mixed up, but the KIDS know their names." "Chochem is eight hundred years old, you can't dismiss the wisdom of centuries." "I can." " Here's another UFO Bulletin: The Defense Department has just announced that the unidentified flying object suddenly disappeared from our radar screen. They believe the object has either disintegrated in space, or it may be a space ship from another planet which has the ability to nullify all radar beams."

"You're playing so cool. Obeying every rule. Deep way down in your heart You're burning yearning for Somebody to tell you That life ain't passing you by. I'm trying to tell you It will if you don't even try."

Yeah, I forgot to post a quote last night. "All this trouble over a fat little man in a red suit!" "What are those funny things sticking out of your head?" "Those are our antennae." "Are you a television set?" "We're going out the good ol' fashioned way. Prancer and Dancer and Donder and Blitzen, and Vixen and Nixon... oh, consarnit I get those names mixed up, but the KIDS know their names."

I did a search on "darren"in this forum (you can specify the forum) and found us discussing this clue.

Nothing so recent. Or big-budget, for that matter.

It's an attempt to change the subject. The importance of speaking truth is: speaking truth. If someone finds that truth uncomfortable or dislikes it, they often find issues with it rather than deal wth their own problems that are the root of the problem. You'll get lots of smokescreens and misdirections, all to cover fear.

The common thread I'm reading from other sources is that the Nicolatians were antinomians. They taught that-since salvation is a gift- that they could sin all they wanted and still retain salvation. A perfect description of vpw in my opinion.

It's interesting, but that doesn't guarantee it's true. In fact, when ex-twi'ers come up with stuff, and there's nobody not ex-twi saying the same thing, I get suspicious it's way off. There's other POVs concerning this, and I think they're more accurate on this subject. http://www.triumphpro.com/nicolaitans.htm http://www.a-voice.org/library/nicolait.htm http://www.wordoftruthradio.com/questions/38.html http://www.lightsource.com/ministry/refuel-with-rick/articles/who-were-the-nicolaitans-and-what-was-their-doctrine-and-deeds--14510.html

"All this trouble over a fat little man in a red suit!"

"You're playing so cool. Obeying every rule. Dig way down in your heart."

That's it. The line is mis-quoted as "Ok, Louie, drop the gun," or "Drop the gun, Louie."

Nothing so obscure.

"Not so fast, Louie."

Animal House.

"Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire." (Movie 4.)

"Save Tonight", Eagle-Eye Cherry. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OKC9jfg5ky0 When watching the video, watch for when the robber tries to eat the money. (The artist pointed that out once.) Son of Don Cherry, brother to Neneh Cherry, he uses his legal first and last name. His father named him that when he first saw him. Eagle-Eye opened one eye and looked at his father.

I think 100,000 only becomes a reality when it includes family and loved ones who were affected by twi despite never having been in twi. That number is supposedly the number of people who ever signed up for pfal. As you all know, not everyone who signed up showed up for session 1. Not everyone who showed up for session 1 showed up for session 12. Not everyone who showed up for session 12 stuck around after that. When I took pfal, there were 8 people signed up. 7 showed up for session 1, and 3 completed the class. If that was typical, the 100,000 number should probably be closer to 50,000, and that's representing EVERYONE who EVER was involved in twi over supposedly 50 years. Per year, that's something like 1000 people per year on average. For a national church group, that's a rounding error more than a membership list. vpw wasn't the only plagiarist who ripped off Kenyon. vpw, however, was probably the least-significant plagiarist who ripped off Kenyon, at least in terms of numbers. People who've never gone near Copeland's group or Meyer's group know who Meyer is. Statistically, almost nobody in Christianity in the 20th century's heard of vpw and twi, except supposed cult experts. Small wonder vpw made a big deal about supposed cult status and tried to make the situation worse- he enjoyed the recognition even if it was negative!