Oakspear

Other than the types Pawtucket (he's not my paw) mentioned, nobody was hated. Although we didn't always succeed, we mods tried to be even-handed. Personally, I learned much more from the people that I disagreed with than those that were on the same page. Mike and I always kept things civil between us, although I just couldn't see the logic in what he was saying, ClayJay & I have had a respectful rapport even though we live on opposite ends of the political spectrum, and people like Geisha and I have had great conversations even though I'm apparently destined for hellfire for eternity! As a moderator, the one consistent thing was the close-to-equal number of complaints that we moderated too much compared to those who thought we should be more vigilant.

hah! I only "moderated" you once and that wasn't even in the Politics Forum... (I didn't moderate there because I participated)

Since Kit just showed her (or rather Elvis') face, I want to take the opportunity to recognize all that she has done for Grease Spot Cafe. A lot of the organizing, archiving and dusting of the furniture was done behind the scenes by this very giving woman. Thanks Kit

That would be me. You and the other guy (he can give himself up if he wants to) approached me off to the side and asked to talk to me privately. I'm thinking "What the f***? - we are all drunk off our asses - these guys want to have a serious conversation?" - then I started hearing banjo music (we were in the South ya know)....

My memory says that both events happened at Weenie Roast #2...but that's just my memory. #3 was at that state park that had the beautiful waterfall - those were the only 2 that I attended

I had missed the confusion surrounding the events of the late 80's because I had left active association with The Way some time in 1983. It was mostly over disagreement with the local LC, and I had it in mind to get back involved in The Way at some point, which I did in late 1990, mainly because I wanted my kids to sit through PFAL. Landing back in The Way at that time I was required to sit through "The Leadership tapes" aka the "Galatians Tapes" and mostly heard only one side of the story. People I knew and respected stuck with Martindale; the few that I knew who had left were those that I had a low opinion of, so I decided to get back on board with The Way and not go with one of the offshoots, of which there were several "branches" of in Nebraska. Things gradually got bad in the 90's, but it wasn't until the A<<en lawsuit in 2000 that I started to really examine things. Eventually I came to doubt much of what was taught in The Way and ended up posting on Waydale & GSC while still in. they found out and kicked me out. I didn't look back with any nostalgia or with affection on those still in, because I had lost every ounce of respect for the leaders and the rest of them had demonstrated that they really didn't give a crap about me. It will be 10 years next Fall.

I know that we hid the "pear juice" (for those who don't know, that's code for "moonshine") in one of the tents as well as some of the more expensive stuff (Crown Royal maybe?) before the man in uniform saw them. One of those survival reflexes or sumpin'

There have been fluctuating numbers of moderators over the years. I periodically would get tired of one mod handle and switch it up. For about a year there were two of us sharing the moddishwasher handle. I don't think that there's ever been more than 3 or 4 active moderators at a time.

My sinuses are permanently cleared due to the "pear juice"... That joke went on and on, didn't it? Sudo had some other priceless moments that weekend: trying to drink as much as he could while allegedly pouring out our booze as ordered by the cop, and the infamous pole dance

One night I logged on after midnight and some idiot had started about a dozen threads featuring explicit pics of bestiality. Spent a lot of time deleting threads as he (or I guess she) kept posting more. After awhile I figured out that I could just suspend him and mass-delete all his threads.

I've got a copy of the video. Not suitable for family viewing due to Sudo's joke at the end.

It seemed that TWI always talked out of both sides of their mouths when it came to holidays and any other observances of days and seasons. There is no sabbath anymore, but you've got to have a Sunday morning fellowship. Always a big deal on Easter aka Resurrection Sunday and Pentecost and don't forget the so-called anniversary of TWI's founding. Then they preached against Christmas, but celebrated it in just about every aspect as the mainstream did, just called it something different. Same thing with Halloween. Ooh...pagan observance...but calling it "Bless or Treat" solves everything They talked a good game, but compromised when it was convenient.

Well I do dabble in "the occult" and I can tell you that there are a lot of similarities between much of what he taught and what is taught in metaphysical circles. I doubt that he was aware of it though. There was a lot of that kind of thought in some Christian circles.

Sure Fabio, sure.

For about five years starting in 2002 a group of Greasespotters got together, usually in Tennessee or the general area, to drink, laugh, carouse, drink, reminisce, plot, drink and camp. Oh yeah...and drink. I missed the first one, but managed to make it down for the 2nd in 2003. Several of us reserved a multi-bedroom cabin, some of us stayed at a campsite, Pawtucket was going to attend. On Friday evening, most of those who planned on being there were gathered in the main room of the cabin, eating and drinking beer; Pawtucket had not yet arrived. As it turned out, no one in the group had ever met Pawtucket or had seen a picture of him. I remembered seeing somewhere that he had been described as looking like Fabio. So here we are, waiting for a Fabio-like being to show up. The women were expectant, the men ready to feel inferior. At about 7:00PM in walks a tall grey-haired man that no one knew, who looked nothing like Fabio. Rascal asked him his name: "Paw" he replies. Every one of us swore that he said "Paul". Paul? Who the heck is Paul? So Rascal questions him a little further, "What's your other name?" Pawtucket gives his first name, which happens to coincide with the screen name of militant pro-Wierwille poster who was very active at the time. It got very quiet. At this point Pawtucket is thinking that maybe he's in the wrong place. Again, Rascal asks - "Your Greasespot name, what is it?" - and he replies "Pawtucket". So I tell him that we were expecting a, shall we say, more blonde and sculpted guy. I still don't remember where I eard that he looked like fabio

Most of us who moderated here at GSC have chosen to maintain a Moderator identity separate from our "regular" GSC identity. Some of you thought that was a bad idea, some of you agreed with it. Since we will be closing the doors and shutting off the lights here pretty soon, I've decided to come out of the moderator closet. Currently I moderate under the handle "Mod Kirk", I've been Mod Cow and Moddishwasher and maybe one or two more that I can't remember! Since I don't plan to do any moderating for the rest of the month, I thought this was a good a time as any to unveil the secret identity! I've been moderating for about seven years, ever since the first Weenie Roast and am proud to have helped Pawtucket mop the floors and wash the dishes. I've always tried to be fair, haven't always succeeded, but have enjoyed the ride. Anyone else want to "come out"?

Thank you Mr. Tucket (you're not my "Paw". I have many, many, happy memories from this place. When I was separated pending divorce slightly over 9 years ago, you people were my lifeline...there are people here who literally (and I use that word literally) helped keep me sane and off the ledge (figurative) - my first Christmas alone was spent with several of you in the chat room. I have had the privilege to meet about 35 of you face to face...some of you in your homes (thanks for the omelette Sushi!); in a Burger King in New Jersey as Cindy found out she was offered a job in Chicago that would bring her close to Steve; at two of the infamous Weenie Roasts (full name: Southern Comfort Weenie Roasts) as we missed being jailed for consumption of alcohol in a state park due in part to Rascal confessing to everything except the whereabouts of Jimmy Hoffa (and found out that Pawtucket doesn't look like Fabio - another thread maybe); the "!" wedding in Chicago (it's a spiritual ring!); breakfast at Village Inn with Lindyhopper, beers at Duggan's Pub with GS (what do you mean he's in a meeting?); and various other spots across the country in my used-to-be-frequent travels. I've gotten to know many more of you over the phone and through Facebook. In addition to the people, I believe in what this site has tried to accomplish and have supported it the best that I could. Some of you know that I've been a moderator here. A couple of you who are good at analyzing writing styles have figured it out. I've suspended a few of you, deleted a few posts and have gotten called a few names! I'm proud to have helped Pawtucket with his vision and proudly wear my Grease Spot Cafe shirts in public. Thanks Pawtucket for a great run, and thanks to all of you for making it fun and rewarding. For the next few weeks I've changed my display name to include my real name. It's always been "available" to know it, even in previous incarnations. I started out as Taoiseach, spent some time as Twyril and finally settled on Oakspear quite a while ago...good bye and good luck everybody!

Yup!I never understood those 'If God would do A...then the Devil could also do A' things. If God is the supreme being, without peer, then why would his taking some action necessarily mean that the Devil, an inferior being, could do it too? It doesn't hold up to even the weakest scrutiny.

I agree with this statement and have given a few examples over the years, but what and who specifically was Wierwille misunderstanding in this case?

Curiously he was again ready to throw in the towel in 1951(?) just before his trip to Tulsa where he supposedly spoke in tongues for the first time.

I never heard anyone speak in a language that I recognized, and I was never present when it supposedly happened to other people. Several people who post here claimed to have heard it though.

Never mind...found 'em...through Facebook...

Needs more cowbell...

I had most of my six children over for dinner. They are a rowdy bunch...it was great