Ham

If I were in the right circumstances... I'd do a Crocodile Dundee manoeuvre and check for myself.. but, you know..

I'm willing to give anybody the benefit of the doubt.. but I'm not even entirely convinced she(?) is of the female persuasion.. can anybody provide direct proof? *they* say she(?) has children.. one or more.. but that kind of thing can be arranged.. sowy.. I'm a scientist of sorts.. Bolshevik.. anyone.. any overwhelming evidence?

Quite true, quite true.. the boobie prize will go to who can name that figure of speech.. so I'm giving the old gal(?) a chance here.. has she(?) ever.. worked in a local soop kitchen.. rung bells for a local charity of sorts.. even dropped as much as a NICKEL in a Salvation Army kettle? enquiring Squirrels would like to know..

rosie's cheerful;, selfless giving philanthropic tendencies .. or is that the lack thereof..

And I thought she only came out at night because of a certain "allergy" to sunlight, garlic, running water, and the like..

Is that PERSONAL resources and sacrifice.. or was it *ministry* resources? Your reference to abs suggests to me it didn't cost her a personal dime.. just a scowling grunt in agreement with the rest of the bod..

Just wonder.. Has she(?) done anything.. Charitable. As in actually doing something for people in the community.. or for way employees. P.R. moves in behalf of der way not relevant here... any PERSONAL acts of mercy? anything remotely "Christian" in nature? as a supposed "healer" of da dumb ministry, what has she "healed" it of?

Interesting.. so.. is that a half-way point on the way to living on the street? What's she doing in founder's hall anyway.. "coordinating" a broom closet? pathetic..

I'm half inclined to put it on every computer in the house.. completely abandon vista, windows 2000, etc..

and the claim is that they can re-make the wheel with sub-standard resources.. tired, worn out, unqualified and/or unemployed"teachers" whose only claim to fame: they were "trained" or ordained by the vicster the grifter. Apparently someone there is charismatic enough to round up a few volunteers..

Happy Birthday, you young rascal.. :)

I wasn't corps.. but I sponsored a few. at best I would describe them as "emb arrassed" to share the depth of da word as it weren't known since the first century..

at least somebody can remember.. thanks.

sooo.. no thanks to you or your "extreme" training.. a few probably will "graduate" from your mighty program.. what does this "confer" on said graduates? The "conferring" committee.. who is it? Who are they? some young punk.. with a black gown and white tassel conferring what, and on the authority of what? or the guy who takes main stage with ordination papers issued by "saint" vic.. it's at the least, pathetic. At the worst, troubling, and sick.. what can the inductees actually DO with their little pieces of papers.. take more of your classes?

maybe it would be a good "training" exercise for his "replacement".. I've already forgotten his name.. must not be important. I think it started with a "V" but I'm not sure.. *Okie Dokie, *V*, this is da way we do it in lil New Knoxville.. or is that Augalize county.. can't remember.." "Just make the friggin call for crying out loud.." sowy.. it's funny to me anyway.. shoot them for *religious* reasons.. and there's quite a bit more "paperwork" to deal with.. have to explain yourself to debils and all..

yeah.. and watch him (reluctantly) put his little pistol back in the holster.. and make the call to the *real* authorities..

And let's not forget corps "principle" number six: If you so wacked out by even rosie, or loy's standards, that they won't let you run the corps and ministry anymore.. just open shop somewhere else. Preferably, where they've never heard of da way..

considering mr. m doesn'nt have time for many of us not bearing an everyday normal garden hoe.. maybe you could transcribe them on the said garden hoe, and "deliver" it personally..

In the mean time, I can offer the "sowers" a few sierpinnski carpets (for a modest price) to set on and listen to mindless endless drivel..

Christ.. what did you want.. a boy you could name vic.. sorry "moron".. "accidents" happen.. numbnuts.. I can see more, but I don't think we want to go there.. ok.. ham's monologue is done. Mr. "rocky".. please make sure mr. m gets these little messages..

The thing that really bothers me here.. you are willing to let your own daughter be some kind of "consort" in all this nonsense.. she's infinitely more intelligent than the little itty bitty mog wanabe.. may you rot.. sorry, these are the most "positive" words I have for you at the moment..

The difference between you, and me, sucker.. I have the samephysical ability or even humbleness if you call it that, to work a rake.. but I've got a stiniking brain to boot.. Mindless S.O.B... well, I've said enough..

Words fail me to express contempt for this mindless, or even wilful ignorance.. Hey.. I can live with myself here.. and you who side with this moronic nonsense portrayed in God's name.. you think I bypassed a few "steps" in confrontation and such? Right.. I'd be "confronting" the "amen" corner.. the mutual admiration society..sorry, I don't have that kind of time.. like me sweetie says.. "Petunias to ya.."

the "as possible" is rather.. for lack of better words, "scary".. the "new" corps reserves the possibility of employing "extreme" training. what the hell does that mean? some (apparently) kool shorty huffing low-life who can't trust anyone who isn't holding a rake.. in his own words.. I dunno. To jump at this kind of arrogant bastard's command.. is in the best of words.. "too much". I won't link to the site, they aren't even worth that kind of effort.. may you rot..

I'd prefer a little Cabernet. Thank you.