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To be fair, some who tried were canned faster than you could promounce the word "spaghetti", and reputations trashed likewise. Those who held on despite knowing, like "Mr" Moneyhands, have no excuse.

Yep, Belle- reminds me of one of Daffy Duck's great statements- "Its not about the principle of the thing, its about the money".

Why am I here, why am I here.. pretty tough question. I think that's what other people ask at times, "why is he here?" heh heh. Lessee.. 1. A chance to spill my guts in front of God only knows how many complete strangers, heh heh. Doubtless I know many of you, and would recognize you in person, but there is a certain amount of anomynity. but there's more! 2. Over twenty years of my suppressed frustration and insanity has to find some place to go- unfortunate for you good people. Its nice to have an outlet when you find yourself laughing your rear off and crying at the same time- yep, guys can go through this too, heh heh. Sometimes only those who went through it are the only ones that can understand what people are going through. 3. It's nice to meet up with people that have left that underbelly of that outhouse, who still live and actually prosper despite the otherwise warnings of dire doom.. 4. Maybe more later..

Heh heh heh heh.. well, if you keep the right kind of food for them stocked in the pantry, they go a little easier on you. "Squillard"- heh heh.

Heh heh heh. That's every bit as if not more funny than the song about when they squirrel went to church, heh heh. Squirrel had a "hard night on the town", heh heh heh heh heh..

Well, you must have "super-cats". heh heh. Either that or we have squirrels on steroids around here. Good possibility, given the location..

Sometimes I play card games with kids. One daughter keeps score, and gives people distinctive names under which score is entered. Mine is "Squirrely Man" nine times out of ten..

Quite agreeable. Myself, I got involved with an "ungodly" civic organization. I found they had over a hundred fold to offer compared with what the "chosen ones" did. More care, concern, love- if only brotherly love- than an organization that prided itself of being masters of "true love". Sad.. I don't think I was troubled by the question "where shall I go, what shall I do???" Came to the conclusion about what I did not want to do, anymore. My cousin did the "unthinkable", heh heh. Took anything of value she learned, and took it to churches- God forbid. Interesting- they LOVE her. There are always options, regardless of what we were told by a group of numbskulls in rural Ohio. I think God has no problem showing you where to go, if you aren't there already. My path seems a little different, and it is slow going at that. After all the rushing around for years, slow starts looking pretty good to me..

We had a champion mouser, pure black kitty- she'd get anything. She was howling at the front door, after seeing squirrel in front yard. I opened the door, and the cat took off like a rocket. Still was no match for the speed of the squirrel. She got about a foot behind the squirrel and could only maintain the pace. The squirrel went across a very busy road, and cat followed. I about fainted.. Still did not get the squirrel. Steve, maybe your cats play tag team or something.. Smurfette, wouldn't suprise me if you could hear the rascals chuckling.

Depends where you are from, I think..

Yep, you'd think it'd be tiring after a while.. but I guess that's the plan. Keep them so busy, running here, running there, you don't have enough time to just sit down and think.

Sadly, this was only partially successful.

Johnny, I think I will try that Monday.. They already fight with birds, fiercely. I used to have some big crows come to contend with the squirrels. One day as I watched in amazement, one of the crows struck out at one of the squirrels. The squirrel was not intimidated. He (she?) dodged and parried, and bit that sucker up in the flank where the meat started- the crows give the squirrels plenty of room now, heh heh. So, did the black squirrels leave the strawberries alone, or did your mother just like them?

Yep. No "sport" in it either, Trefor. I don't think I could do it, even if I was hungry.. these pair of rascals are the closest thing I can have to a pet at the moment, it'd be like, eating family, heh heh.

Neither did I. Plus the treatment of "the law of believing"- he was better off just leaving it alone. "Faithfulness in believing" just did not make any more sense than "faith". As far as his "inspiration" is concerned, he would have done a lot better sticking ice down his pants..

Well, perhaps it is just possible they can't come up with anybody more intelligent than ole loy to do a new one. All the Loy wannabes there, they'd probably rant about the same stuff. The big continent, eve doing the tango, etc. Nothing new.

Quite true, but with such a small amount of actual meat, you have to "acquire" a dozen or so to get a decent meal. Must be a delicacy, some people actually think all this is worth the effort.

Back in good ole W of Va, they should have tried this. I remember people just pumping 22 shot into the nests and complaining that they couldn't harvest their "catch".

I'd agree with that if I did not see the university squirrels around here. They can barely make it up a tree.

Life is so hard at the top- ptooie. Just wait..

That's right, and they would probably agree with it to this day- the regular "believer" is not spiritually qualified enough to handle money. Therefore it is devilish to do so. You're better off giving it to "them" to hoard. And they can claim a real victory. Nobody, just nobody, that is a follower in that organization can be accused of living in gluttony, except for the few that are spiritually "qualified" to do so.

Steve, that makes more sense than any other explanation I have heard for the insanity.

In all fairness though, to me only part of PFAL was horse stuff. On the other hand, I found little in WAP that wasn't. I did actually get something good out of PFAL, just have spent the past couple years coughing up the junk that came with the good. I can't think of anything from WAP worth remembering. The ridiculous "science" of Loy, good grief. The debil bringing the ice, the one big land mass, the Eve is/was a lesbo thing, not worth remembering. The "subtle" conditioning- after ranting in a FOUNDATIONAL class, ole loy saying that you oughta "get used to this kind of presentation"- ptooie. No wonder it was a failure.

"PFAL vs WAP" might work for a good bout on Celebrity Deathmatch.. As far as comparing, I think its comparing two completely different things, like comparing the quality of horse manure to that of Elephant feces. Though one point of similarity is obvious..

Well, it seems pretty obvious to me. First, she has to spit out rug, and a lot of it at that, heh heh.