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Thank you, rhino & Ron G. At least two of you are awake. "...My sense of morality..." Did that come from your television too? I'm assuming that, judging from the crap I see on the little TV I do watch. "Has it occurred to anybody that lesbians and gays number among "the People" as well, and where is that representation?" No one said that they wern't represented. But, obviously, they don't have enough representation. By popular vote the people of California said "No" to gay marriage. No star chambers, secret cabals, hanging chads, faulty machines- the people spoke. But along comes activist judge, saying "You ignorant, unwashed masses have no idea of what's good for you. I, however, do. I will decide what is best for you and how you should live; I am the judge, I know what's best." Forced acceptance. Plain and simple.

"...and want the same legal protections and benefits as the rest of us." And just what protections do they not have? Medical decisions for their "partners"? Simple...draw up documentation like the rest of us do (i.e living will, wills, powers of attorney). Say, for example, a relative may share with me their desire to not have heroic life-saving measures used in case of tramatic injury; we can talk about it 'til we turn blue. But unless I can produce something legal that states my relatives' wishes what I say means squat. Again, to my knowledge, there is nothing that prevents gays from doing this. "lol Do you need rigorous training, a degree, license, or certificate program to become gay in your world?" No, but it is a choice. Period. If the world forces them "in the closet" then whose fault is it? Most gays will tell you the world; It should change. They (and their perversion) is correct and the world is wrong. Discrimination from a natural trait is one thing; discrimination from a lifestyle choice is something that the practicioner of the lifestyle should consider before they jump in. "...your god..." My god (yeah...) "My God" did say love the sinner but hate the sin, but He also created male and female in the Garden and that a man who lies with another man is a abomination. He also said that while we live under grace it doesn't mean we live in sin. What does your god say? Forced acceptence. Plain & simple.

It pyzzes me off to no end when gays, and their liberal flunkies, love to equate the cramming of gay acceptance down Americas' throat with the civil rights struggle of the 60's. Sorry; no comparison, no matter how you sugar coat it. Blacks wanted equal access & opportunity in the United States; to my knowledge I have not seen a single restuarant with a sign saying "No Gays Allowed", no public areas posted "Straights Only", heard of a "Jim Crow" law passed against gays or gays forced to sit in the rear of any public transportation. Gays, plain & simple, want ACCEPTANCE by mainstream America of a abhorrent, vile lifestyle THEY chose (yeah, born gay...no more than a person is born a F-22 pilot, nurse, or contractor!). HOWEVER, if they REALLY want to compare themselves to blacks, they first have to go through +400 years of oppression, violence, & institutionalized genocide. THEN & only then they can don the banner of struggle that the black man does. Period. Can you look at a person & tell he's gay? For the most part, no. But one look at me & it's obvious I'm black; no flaunting necessary. But gays want you to know they're gay, happily accept it, & make provision (health care, certain rights, special laws) in this country to cater just for them. Forget it. Besides, didn't God cover all this? And the people of California said no to this. Forced acceptance. Plain & simple.

I'm glad I'm not the only one... I briefly met Claudettee at a Word in Business in Dallas...she immediately put up a fake smile & spewed some stuff about how glad she was to see me. Yeah. But, I'm feeling left out, folks: where can I see this marvelous, amazing video (I know I'm setting myself up- I'm well aware of how bad Waste Productions sux, but...)?

That loud mouthed, arrogant, spitting SOB go to the Dream Center? Yeah, when pigs fly!

lonewolf, you have SEROIUS issues.

Just new to the thread. I say NO! The WayCorpse was to martindale what the SS was to Hitler; the means to achieving the end. His tools. And as some of us can testify, many of them were very, very effecient

Some of the posts here are the very reason no one in twi knew I was diabetic: I "witnessed" first hand what happened to those who sought help from the "household". Ironically, I recieved more help & support from "rank unbelievers" to the point that my medication dosage is drastically reduced & I've lost 50 lbs. (please forgive the wayspeak.)

Rocky, Rocky, Rocky...why? Stop readin' into stuff. Jonny, I'll just say until next time...

What can one say... My prayers for you & your family.

Hello Moryan. Welcome to the Spot. I hate to come straight to the point, but if your girlfriend has the opinion of twi that you've stated, then it's too late; she's gone. Move on, it's the best thing for your sanity. And what the folk are posting here is true; twi, once they find any weakness in a relationship/marriage, they will work overtime to do their best to split it up & they will twist the Bible & paint any/everyone as evil or possesed to suit their evil purposes. You can show her copies of court documents... big deal: their answer is the adversary controls the world & the 'Net. You're Catholic...they'll go to her & throw the "unequally yoked" line at her, & do it with a loving smile. And inserting themselves in your family is their forte. I met my wife in the way & we were married for 5 years in...BEFORE we married she was "advised" not to marry me because I hadn't taken one of their sorry classes she'd graduated from ( I wasn't spiritual enough for her...). I realize you may care deeply for this girl, but once leaders#!t found out you're a RC (as they referred to Catholics), then they put on a full court press on your girlfriend. Walk away.

I just read this thread, so... Patrick & Sarah...you guys might consider some serious rehab. I don't know what Way you two belonged to, but the one I was in ('92-'00) was a controlling, lying, self-serving, smug, elitist, cliquish CULT whose managers (damned if I call them leaders) browbeat/intimidated/ran roughshod its followers, sexually assulted followers under the guise (LIE!!!) of service to the man of god, & attempted to insinuate themselves into every facet of their followers lives, regardless of whether or not they had any experience in it. Oh, did I mention how they perversly twisted Gods' Word to suit their own evil? A cult started by a liar/plagerist/sexual predator who was followed by a liar/frustrated wannabe jock/sexual predator followed by a liar? One where it took a lawsuit (that twi tried their damnest to whitewash, from the number of lawsuits, to "insurance" covering the suits) to open most followers' eyes. And no, I didn't suffer some of the indignities that some here in the Cafe went through (I guess the worst was them telling my wife she shouldn't marry me because I wasn't a advance class grad...THANK GOD FOR MY HARD HEADED WIFE!!! {DON'T ANYBODY TELL HER I CALLED HER THAT!!!}), but I've seen, heard & read of their evils... "TWI was great"...My azz!!! (ckmkeon...no hope for you. You're what my Army D.I referred to as "ate up with the azz") You 2 need to put down the crack pipe.

Ron, If I don't get at least one venison steak, I'll tell. Say what you want, but as pro-2nd Amendment as I am, I've never hunted...I dunno, shooting a animal...BUT, if the only thing between me & starvation is Bambi, lock & load.

I don't know. Maybe this should be on the Memoriam thread; I don't know. I remember I was 6, & to this day I can see the Navy personnel in dress whites walking up the steps to my house. Some friends I was playing with told me "Look at those Navy men going in your house". Hell, I was 6...I thought nothing of it...kept playing. Later, I noticed me mudda (always called her that) wasn't her warm self, & her eyes were red as stop signs. Her mother, who lived upstairs, told me to spend the night with her & my aunt. Thought nothing of it...6 years old, & Mama wants to spend time with me. A couple of days later, we're going to church at night. Weird. Hear the word "wake"...what, sombody's sleep? Let's wake him up. I see family, friends, people usually smilling & happy with somber & long faces...conversation stops as me mudda & I walk by. We sit up front, where the deacons usually sit. The Pastor starts off with talk of the Resurrection...the American flag, which usually stands on the side, is in front of this casket. A hard, gray, functional box. Some people sing some songs, a few more speak, then the Pastor said it was time for the reviewing of the remains. What? What's that? Then me mudda takes me by the hand & we walk up to the casket. In it is me fadda. In uniform. Me, like a dumb s***, asks what happened to fadda. "He's gone to Heaven", me mudda repiles, in a low voice. Okay. Hasn't registered yet. But the next day... No school. NO SCHOOL!!! My 6 year old brain hears NO SCHOOL & YES!!!!!!!!!!!! But me mudda still has these stops signs where her eyes were & she tells me to put this suit on. Black. Okay. Still hasn't kicked in yet. A limosine is at our front door. A LIMOSINE!!! Rich people ride in limosines; not us. The family gets in...me mudda, aunt, Mama. All eyes are red. I wonder why for a minute, but...a limo. We ride back to church. More people, somber faces, more uniforms. More words, then the casket is closed. Wait... Six men carry the casket outside to a hearse & slide it in. Smartly, with precision. Flowers are loaded. I see me grandmudda, my fathers mother. A tough, yet loving woman. Drank her Jonnie Walker Red with milk, in tears. What's going on... Back in the limo. A ride to a cemetery. The flowers are unloaded & carried to a grave. The six guys pull the casket out of the hearse. In step, they carry it to the grave in place it on top. There are seven guys with rifles. Who are they? Why do they have rifles? The Pastor steps up, opens a book. More words about the Resurrection. What's going on... Then some guy starts playing a horn. It sounds real sad. Then somebody yelled something twice... BLAM!!! The guys with guns shoot up in the air. Horn guy doesn't miss a beat of his sad song... BLAM!!! More shots. I look to me mudda...she's crying. Mama is crying. Me grandmudda is being carried off by some of her friends. BLAM!!! Why are those guys folding that flag...where the flag come from Horn guy is still blowing. BLAM!!! Something is not right here...my uncle does not cry. He has tears. So does his wife. Flag is still being folded. BLAM!!! Anybody got a idea what's goin' on here? BLAM!!! Horn guy...why are we here?!?!?! BLAM!!! Horn guy stops playing. Two more yells...the guys with guns put them down. Silence. What just happened here? Then one guy hands the folded flag to the other, & walks up to me, bends his elbows to hand me the folded flag, & says... "On behalf of a greatful nation, thank you." I take the flag. It's folded like a paper football!! Great!! Wait till I show my friends.... Six years old. What the hell did I know. And time passes. Whoever said time heals all wounds was full of it. Just grows a scab. Either you can let it get thick, or you can deal with it. What happened on today 37 years ago hit me when I was about 9. And no, I didn't turn into one of those " had no father figure in my home" types; too many folk riding my a** to allow that to happen. What did happen was I started to hate December. Me fadder was killed in December (to add insult to injury we were almost burgularized while we went to bury him...Is it O K to thank God for a sick neighbor with the flu calling the cops?)...I saw Christmas as the commercial time of the year...what was there to be celebrated? Funny, how some people excersice their demons. Wanted nothing to do with the Navy. I cast mine out at Ft. Sill, Oklahoma, 3rd Cannon Trainning Platoon (yes that went over real big in the family!). My priest was a 5 foot nothing foul-mouthed Staff Sergeant with a Smokey-the-Bear hat who I thought was Satan himself. Taught me a lot about the Army, & life... But, usually this time of year, when it's quiet, I think, & I wonder why, & I envoke what I call the longest word in the English language... If. Me Fadda. KIA 6Dec 69 RVN Miss ya.

Okay. Kramer sez the "N" word (ominous fanfare here) to 2 blacks in his audience. Does he owe an apology...maybe yea, maybe nay. That I'm willing to debate. But should he pay for "mental anguish"? Puh-leese NO!!! Didn't this ambulance chaser have to track the 2 "victims" down? Here we are, living in the Litigation Nation, where every little alleged, percieved offense is easily solved with a jury award. The lawyer talked them into seeing deep pockets, a possible settlement, & ALL ABOARD!!!...THE LAWSUIT TRAIN!!! This is a perfect case of where these two worms should study the lyrics to The Eagles' "Get Over It" & take heed & that ambulance chaser should slither back under the rock she came from. And Jonny is correct...what goes around does come around. Michael Richards wasn't funny anyway...as it was, his career was circling the bowl...