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Perhaps. Along with having perhaps the worst weather in the last two years of the rock. I think it scared the crap out of them.. I think loy was afraid of the liability of having to do some explaining how da debil could run amock on "gawd's green acres" or something.. he already ushered out suspected "homos" and "unprofitable" people.. he was running out of people to place the blame on..

well.. if I must.. friggin moron.. mindless bastard.. yes, I can read your mind. Sorry, it's something I do at times.. go ahead.. just "renew" your mind(?) that this is the "godly" step in life.. who are you sleeping with tonight.. kinda *lonely*? There's always L*nder.. or rosie I guess.. I'd prefer a mule. OK.. I'm done. Mods, I will proceed no further..

maybe I'm a late starter at fifty something.. but at least I still start.. I chose to walk with the graduating class. I'm glad I did.. I sat next to the fellow who very likely will be in the same master's program this fall. nice to have a connection or two.. The other character I've connected with is brilliant.. got a degree with a major both in History and Math..

Thanks friend. Well.. it was a good day today.. my sweetie was there of course.. and kids in "spirit".. interesting.. we have both a greasepot cat and squirrel sharing the distinction of a degree today.. congratulations Catcup.. hopefully in about 2 1/2 years I'll share the same distinction.

I recognized that date.. when I saw the "sowers" site, I emailed the guy and asked him if he was born sometime in late may of 1985.. I wonder if he finally got the reference..

Who's gonna love you, then..

I can only guess what the first "day on the job" was like.. one shows up.. body is a hundred and seventy pound muscular "buff" from required training.. you're ready willing and able to protect gawd's *ministry* from untoward advances of da *enemy*.. and one is *accosted* by the presence of a (perhaps) 190 to 220 pound (give or take) numbnuts.. who says.. "forget all you learned.. this is da way we do things around here.." I'd run like hell.. yep.. I'd run.. anywhere. Anywhere, as far from New Knoxville, and as fast as my legs would carry me.. Inside of twenty years.. you WILL be J L*nder..

What I wonder is.. how does it feel to have pudgy John "I know when to call da cops when I have to" L*nder to "show you the ropes"? Break you in on the intricate "gawdly" details of da big job? I think you morons deserve each other..

And what you apparently can't see or understand.. someone with your level of training and experience.. do you think da *ministry* is going to put out the kind of resources and support to train someone to your level of professionalism? Not in a THOUSAND YEARS.. you are merely another "trophy" on rosie's wall..

One of the pathetic bastards abandoned the possibility of a loving family.. a REAL life and profession, to be one of the *few*, one of the *elite*, and watch rosie's cornfields in northern Ohio.. friggin moron.. I generally hiss and spit in your direction..

What about the loyster? Didn't he live off of a trail of "traceable" untraceable cash? Gifts- "love offerings".. etc etc? I don't think there is a statute of limitations on tax evasion..

I'll pray for your pitiful soul..

There is one of them.. L*nder's replacement.. friggin moron. abandoned a (possible) family.. a REAL career in law enforcement.. yeah.. moron. don't worry, I won't say your name.. but I know something you don't.. friggin dumbass.. you have NO IDEA what you forfeited.. moron..

On the other hand.. perhaps he happened to be an utter (slavishly obedient) moron who was *lucky* enough to be crowned by slick vic.. I can't think of any other place in the known world where he'd get a following like that on his own.. he IS moving items, not unlike rocks now, isn't he?

who knows.. maybe they couldn't "afford" modern contrivances and such.. when one has free labor to move rocks, why *waste* a couple of hundred bucks one could otherwise spend on an "excursion" to Cincinatti, or God knows where..

Yeah.. I remember some little vignette with the loyster and those in charge of "gawd's landscaping".. what and where was is.. but the *lesson* was "attention to detail".. like, "we don't want this place to look like hick city.. get somebody to move them rocks, mow and put them back.." I thought at the time.. "haven't you ever heard of a weed whacker? Why do you need a CREW to move a number of multi-hundred pound rocks for?" what a *moron*.. what do you think gawd made weed whackers for..

I think it was Zepplin at their rawest.. buried on track four of Physical Graffitti..

now you've got me on that song.. it wasn't on Zepplin's "Houses of the Holy".. they saved it for Physical Graffitti for some reason..

*for sale, CHEAP. House ready made, for pfal (or any other way seminar, that is..)*

what's a damage deposit, compared to da greatness of da word?

I really like the blue chalk line idea.. "nail and bolt down chairs permanantly" :biglaugh: I used to drill holes in their floors. Ran the wire under in either the basement or crawlspace. Some "leaders" never figured out how I could hide or cover up the wires so as could not be seen without reels of duct tape.. this is true.. I left a trail of houses with holes in the floors..

I think most were exposed to this kind of micro-management in the "introductory" class to da ministry.. herded into a small class setting, that started PRECISELY at a given time.. not that that in itself was evil or anything.. but add the fine grooming of the yard outside, the driveway, and even the stinking CHAIRS requiring mili-meter placement in accuracy.. we had to micro-manage even the precise placement of twelve stinking chairs.. if I could go back in time.. pick up a dead squirrel or other non-descript piece of road kill . I'd dump a half a quart of old oil in the driveway next to the street.. I'd pick up smoking. And I'd light on up in the bathroom, precisely seven minutes before class, and extinguish it in the sink.. conveniently drop the previously acquired road kill into the toilet, and avoid flushing.. Then sneak in and "rearrange" the chairs, six minutes before class began.. I think pandemonium would ensue..

Might sound weird.. when I exited, the fears fell like scales from my eyes. I figured "hell" or losing rewards.. it had to be better than what twi had to offer..

Can I string the chairs, or "stretch" the coffee? sorry, couldn't resist.. I think healing my spiritual wounds.. I've managed to fulfill at least part of my dreams of what *perhaps* would have been without the distractions of da way..

I always wondered. Now, with a very very big meeting, like the ROA, it might make a little sense.. help people know where to set chairs.. but a class with TWELVE STINKING CHAIRS.. who conceived the thought that people need to spend a freaking hour and a half using measuring tape and string to set them properly? Did somebody decide if it's good for big meetings.. well, it oughta be the "standard" or something? Anybody know who or where this arcane practice originated?