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Reminds me of some of the old Twilight Zone episodes, or the old movie "It Came from Outer Space".. Despite serious beatings, "It" refuses to die, and just keeps coming back again, and again, and again.. Sucker LOOKS dead, just lying there.. playing dead.. barely cracking an eyelid once in a while, just waiting for somebody to put down the club, and look the other way... Probably will play dead for ANOTHER decade or so.. :)-->

Well, if the poor, tired, dead (?) thing doesn't want any more of the beatings of a lifetime, perhaps it should quit running itself against my stick. Really- da*n thing keeps coming back, for more and more. "See? I'm a kinder and gentler horse now.." "You just oughta forgive me for stinking so bad.." "If you just leave me alone, I PROMISE not to run anybody ELSE over.." Good grief- the darn horse is BEGGING for it. Cripe- DIE already, sucker..

The old PFAL definition: "WHATSOEVER, means WHATSOEVER" doesn't really do much for me. "All without distinction of what is 'promised' in the word" doesn't quite do much for me either. Too many guarantees. You could justify "whatsoever" to be, at least according to scripture: The "right" to become stinking rich. Worked for Abraham, did it not? The "right" to exercise power over the "God rejectors" and those who hate you.. (probably just annoyed..) Supposedly worked for Mordecai, Daniel, and others.. The "right" to buy anything your little heart desires- apparently worked for Solomon. I tend to not consider any of these in the category of "whatsoever", and "guaranteed" nowadays. I think Jesus set the record straight. "Take heed, and beware of covetousness: for a man’s life consisteth not in the abundance of the things which he possesseth." Not that "things" are inherently bad.. or that secular fulfillment is devilish or anything.. I still think God would have us to carry out our calling, whatever it is, with joy.. But when he said "whatsoever", I don't think he had "abundance of things to possess" exactly in mind.

Who knows.. could it be coincidence? Or "divine design"? Heh heh.

Please read the above post with a smile. I was laughing my rear off.. just thought of some of this this morning..

Well, seems I am going along in life, just enjoying myself, and some hapless person comes along and says something like: "You got some good out of it, don't be so vindictive" "You are wasting your time here. You should get busy 'witnessing'..." "It is only about the money.." "You just HAVE to ..." "It doesn't make ANY difference where VP or loy got "da verd", you should be thankful, nonetheless..." "You oughta just forgive em. Holding a grudge is just plain devilish..." "Just get over it.." Grrrrrrrr. "Maybe we oughta just all get along.. here, have another glass of kool aid.." Drink your own Kool Aid, sucker..

Well, don't keep it off line too long! :)--> Some of us here are well past addicted to the caffeine..

Yeah, I keep working through this stuff too. I still hold on to SOME of the stuff. 1. Being positive actually in a lot of circumstances encourages positive results.. 2. Believing God does actually have a lot of merit. I haven't thrown it away, entirely. I think I just added a little common sense. The idea that God wants you to have your stinking hearts desire- well, it just does not make much sense to me anymore. I could innocently want something that could spell sure and sudden catastrophe to a lot of people.. And I don't think the Almighty is gonna give it to me to stroke my ego, that somehow, I'm the greatest thing since sliced bread. I don't rely on the infallibility of the thing anymore, either. So friggin what if I don't get exactly what I want. God is still God.. maybe I oughta just get on the right path. And in a lot of ways, I think I have.

Cripe, the old poop actually believed this.. or convinced himself. The Universe must have some kind of purpose, well, it must- revolve around ME.

OK.. can't spoil anything with a forty year old book. Apparently Owlsley took a little too much of his own remedy. The whole universe fell to pieces, atom by atom, until there was just one atom left of Owsley. With his cast-iron will, he slowly began reconstructing the universe one atom at a time. He reconstructed the plants, the roads, and even his car. He got in his car, took off, and ran into a tree that he had not reconstructed yet.. You have to read Tom Wolfe's rendering of this to really appreciate it, heh heh.

Reminds me of a story, heh heh. I recently found "The Electric Kool Aid Acid Test" and Barnes and Nobles.. hadn't seen it for years! Just HAD to buy and read the darn thing.. Reminds me of the part about Owsley's bad trip..

I used to tell the kids that the other half of the pile of unmatched socks were shipped off to the island of misfit socks..

From the same article: Landslides. Not something of more of an epic proportion, like throwing continents around, halfway around the world.. OK. Everybody, don't thank me at once, heh heh.

I used to dream about some pretty strange stuff too.. On really vivid one: I "worked over" both donna and rosie for what they did to God's people.. Still didn't get an apology, even in a stinking dream!

Thank God.. Well, it may be a first big step along the way to sanity. I know it was for me. Forgot about it, but my re-establishing ties with some family coincided closely with my departure out of the pit..

Maybe the three stooges. They'd do better research anyway..

Yep! That was it.. Still sounded pretty questionable, to me. Here's the real deal.. I for one would think the gasses could not be used to propel the continents about, especially under the water, in sludge, and in the absence of oxygen.

Never heard it out of VP's mouth, but it was taught during his "reign". Loy probably turned it into a genuine spiritual suspicion type thing. Probably couldn't even harbor the thought of taking fido out to do his business at 1:15.

We were told that that was when the debil did his dirtiest work..

So, where is the little "rascal"? Busy somewhere disintegrating inefficient postal workers or something? Waiting..

So, are the cats just hapless stooges, carried along by the evil plots of their "masters"?

"rolling", heh heh. Well, around here, the usual custom is that the boys do this to a yard where a girl lives that they LIKE. I think der vey is safe in this regard.. Now the marbles, that idea is priceless..

Trefor, I think that one would break the camel's back, heh heh. Maybe this could be optional. The other alternative for the audience would be to wear a complimentary Greasespot Cafe T-shirt.

Interesting. How to raise your family. Just have them take all the classes, show a tacit dissaproval of adultery, don't "mess" with animals, and you're all set for the rewards of all eternity..

Toilet paper can often be used to "decorate" trees.. But I think that is a Michigan custom.