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There are some ground rules though- the horse would have to keep it's pants on, and it's hands to itself.. Can't snore, either.

Of course.

I have thought that they have been leading from their behinds for years. Now we have da proof..

(thunderous applause in background) "thank you, thank you.."

I'd rather.. Fall down fifteen flights of stairs, or camp in park with raging bears. Hug a frightened porcupine, or coat myself with tar of pine. Drag me through the town with horse, or sleep on bed that's really coarse. Eye of newt or tongue of frog I'd rather eat, than listen to MOG. Run nekked fast through briar patch, or forced on egg, would sit, to hatch. Most important files lost, out in the cold i'd rather be tossed. Sea water use to make my coffee, rather than PFAL to copy. Super glue myself to chair, or break my favorite urn, that's rare. Burn myself with soldering iron, or butt my head upon a pylon. Ok, I'm done, I'll say no more unless someone wants an encore.

Absolutely. Some folks were fortunate enough to grab some good and run away.. others, not so fortunate. I was not corpse, but it was the same for me- over two decades. Twenty plus years of rehashing the same classes, and the "new and improved" versions that were sadder looking than their predecessors. Same old tired materials, same stuff. Paid again, and again, and again. It's incredible.. some posters here are STILL at it. No TWI involvement to carefully and continually "guide" you through their trough of worn out stuff? Well, that's OK- just do it on your own, and INSIST that others do the same. No thanks, no more.. I think you make a good point. It wasn't the class itself that was so rotten to the core, it was the indoctrination and manipulation that came with it.

Frankee, I am not really a PFAL hater. Just don't want to go over it- again, and again, and again- just certain folks here think that that is God's plan for their lives. I am just kind of of the opinion that if you don't get the message after sixty or so viewings of the class, and add to that a cumulative of YEARS of study time, something has got to be wrong. I don't hate it, or even think it's evil incarnate or anything like that- just don't want any more. Done, kaput.. finished with it. I did not say that I don't want the word of God. Just some posters here equate the two- think PFAL IS the Word of God. I do not hold this opinion. PFAL, despite inherent flaws, and even despite the character of the teacher, did help some people. But it's supposed to be a class about keys. Basic keys- I am thankful for what I learned in kindergarden, but I do not wish to relive it every stinking day of my life. "Now, this is how we flush the potty, this is how we wash our hands.." over, and over, and over, and over. My polite offer of "no thanks" was not very well accepted at one point here. I don't get even, I just do poetry, heh heh. Sure, you learn by repetition- but honestly, enough is enough. O.M.- yep, I'd rather lick the frozen flag pole- just make sure my tongue was dry first, heh heh.

Rather hear a stupid joke, swallow rotten egg with yoke. Hit a solid wall of brick, a frozen flagpole I would lick. Live like cattle in a barn, securly tie myself with yarn. Get thrown from a bucking horse, My sense of humor get much worse. Pipe tobacco to chew like cud, My face to look like Elmer Fudd. All the lights at once go out, With Jack Dempsey have a bout. Not another stinkin' dime, Won't take it another time.

George, I agree. I have found it a lot nicer than what the boneheads in TWI said it would be.

I'd say poor suckers, but they are just already so used to it.. week long attendance at the taping of an infomercial would be more uplifting. But they get to practice smiling- gonna eat crap, may as well do it with a smile on your face.

Nope- that'll be tomorrow morning.

If they load it with Windows Millenium, there's gonna be some real problems..

Only in religion.. oh well. It's times like these that I really love Thomas Jefferson.

Cripe. Makes me wonder what kind of agreement they have.. "just keep paying us piddly wages, let us be a** holes and we won't cause any trouble". Unbelievably (almost) sick.

Yep.. just call it another one for "job security". Blecchh.

It could be Ole rose is up to a writing a new novel. "Catching fur in the brie". kinda sounds familiar.. a twisted tale of intrigue, and mark and avoid. Having an staffer write it for her. Gert Yer balls she'd cut. Funny long name..

Just in case you misunderstood.. Galen, by all means you are not among my comments about "some people". Cripe.. if somebody can get something good out of it, it does not bother me in the least.

Perhaps this is a fair assessment.. perhaps not. It is so ridiculous, maybe that's all one can do- laugh. Honestly. Here we have a class on "basic keys". OK.. I'll give it that much credit. I still hold a lot of what I learned in it pretty useful and valid. But. How many times do you teach a toddler the "basics" of going potty? All the way through adolescence and beyond? Lets see.. the "toddler" is now forty five years old, and somehow you must call him up every five minutes, reminding him of the "accuracy" of his potty teaching long ago. Cripe. When can people be allowed to grow up? Really. Personally, I do not believe that the walk in Christ is that hard, that dumfoundedly anally detailed, or bound so tightly in a MANS teaching and opinion that it is impossible to really walk with God without "mastering" every frigging detail. Abraham walked with God. God just said "go" and he went.. may have taken a few years to figure out a few details, but holy smokes- he didn't sit around trying to "master" the definition of what "go" meant. Same for lots of other folks. Fine. You've "mastered" all Dr's teachings about "redemption". Wonderful. What in the he** are you doing with it? Where are you "going" in life? It sounds no better to me than a new, improved, modern form of "christian" phariseeism. You know every friggin detail, but what are you doing with it? Not only do some mull over every stinking detail, they insist that the rest of us do the same. Again, and again, and again.. and you'll never "arrive", you'll never "go". Honestly, I'd rather give you Dr. Seuss rhymes.

"Respectfully" submitted, Mr. H.

Amazes me.. four pages and approaching a thousand views. I'd rather.. Ink from quill squirt in eye, or face get hit with apple pie. Tumble down a wooden ladder, or in back yard find angry rattler. VCR eat favorite tape, or favorite pants have hole to gape Surgeon to make an incision or better days for to be wishin'. Pigeon on me lots to crap, or lost on trip, can't find a map. House with good ripe sewage flooded, or driveway in big rainstorm mudded. Run barefoot through patch of frogs, I'd rather live in wild bogs. Fly in planes that have no wings, or face the wrath of many kings. To lose just about all my reason, or winter be the only season. I really do not want this class. You can stick it up your ***.

Steve- yes, I am gainfully employed.. forty + hours a week at least for the time, heh heh. Add to that I am almost going full time to local college here. I am enrolled in Organic Chem II and Physics II. These little "ditties" only take me about three minutes to produce. One way of dealing with manic energy.. some things REALLY get me going- like the thought that I need to work over some really tired "research" materials to somehow decode God's purpose in my life. Well, at least this morning I feel like I'm starting to calm down a little.. Uncle H., that last one was priceless, heh heh.

Forget to put oil in my car or just run over a broken jar I'd rather step a lot in glue or put myself right up the flue My clothes I would rather rend, or outside .... against the wind. I'd drive too fast when there is fog I'd hit myself with a big log. Let my icecream turn to soup, I'd rather jump right off the roof. I'd rather paint my body pink, or forgoe baths and just plain stink. I'd prefer strapped to a mast or put in a whole body cast. I know for you this must be rough, PFAL, I've had enough.

Same kid would go through your stuff here, if she was watching your kids or doing some kind of work.. always looking for something to "get you in trouble" for. Makes me wonder how well she is making out in the modern workforce. Can't last very long being stupid, accusing and barking orders..

I think the worst thing about a lot of that- the "reprover" slowly seemed to be younger and younger. I remember one of the last branch "personel" here bragging about how her daughter (fourteen years old) had the priviledge to "instruct" the corpses at the Indiana location. Kind of made me feel sick, even then..

And the "big" meetings. Do they relax formalities enough that Donna can get up and introduce Rosie as "Our Woggie-Woo for owwr day and time"?