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Well, the least they could do is provide a link of the page to go to greasespot. I thought they were a kinder place now. No more, "go out there and find it on your own somehow". They could have it featured prominently on an "about us" page. It would feature who to contact in da vey by snail-mail, and have links to greasespot for those who just want to waste their time with "unlearned and ignorant" questions.

Unbelievable.. I never thought that this one would survive into the two page category. Actually, the "you gotta work PFAL" nonsense kind of got me going. When I go "tilt" it seems I don't get mad anymore- just venture into the land of looniness. I think a long time ago, I just got kind of tired of trying to do God's job. Just too much, don't even try anymore. Cripe- if I can't figure it out after sixty PFAL classes, and hundreds of times through the books, and still miss "the hidden message" something has to be wrong with it. Doesn't work? See a contradiction, or error? Well, maybe you just don't see da hidden meaning.. read it again. Don't think so.

"Hairy, throw another brick on the fire.."

But.. I wonder- what about the limb/region/trunk bigshots that took advantage of their position? Most of those numbnuts are still alive and kicking. I think the fact that some left da ministry would be irrelevant. Poor ole rosey.. her knees would knock together if she could just lose a few pounds..

Some of this stuff would sound pretty good sung/recited around a campfire..

But life is more enjoyable when you are REALLY over it. Really- in a "special" kind of way..

No, I wouldn't take it in a box. Nor would I take it with da Fox. I took it 59 times too many, I did not even make a penny.

Noooooooooooooooooooooo... heh heh.

To me, that's the logical end of that argument. Sure- if God takes chances.. playing the percentages.. that we SHOULDNT take. That works out fine and everything if the supposed "annointed one" turns out OK. But if he turns out to be a real rat, you're putting more on God's plate than I would dare.

Ah. So, since he is da king, his claim to all the women in the kingdom must be valid. So the guy turns out to be a real B*****d. Oh well, I guess God is allowed a few "mistakes"..

Or could yell, scream, and confront with enough alacrity.

I think all of those "troublesome" little qualifications were thrown out the window if somebody proved themselves to be "spiritual enough".

Heh heh heh. Hello Uncle H, I was wondering when you were going to weigh in on this one! Come to think of it, that's about how the rear end felt after sitting on those hard as rock metal chairs for three weeks. I think the only reason they used them was because it kept you in enough pain that you couldn't fall asleep. Even that didn't work at times.. I am waiting.. still haven't seen gold bullion flopping around on the ground.. would have said "rained fish" but one of you jokers would have found something like that on the net some where.

Now all that's gotta happen is for it to rain gold bullion on a clear day. Then you've got me!

I will show up on corpse time, ten minutes to seven. I'll make sure I bring my log to "fix" the AV equipment with..

Whoever is the break guy, please, please poison the cookies..

OMG, it's killing me, heh heh.

Good grief.. if I included the ones I sat through in "the lean" years, it would go over sixty.

"At least I haven't cracked up yet-in the automobile." Heh heh heh.. thank "da Mog" for that, heh heh.

Seems to me, they choose to continue in their "sin". Still going strong.. the same practical error, the same mark and avoid those who dare to disagree with you even in a private context,and would not humiliate you. The same "turn them over to da adversary because we are obviously correct" mentality. The same "debt is sin" nonsense. The same "obeying your leadership, right or wrong, is obeying God" doctrine. The same opinion that the wrong country won WWII. The same opinion that there was no real holocaust, that somehow the Jews faked all that stuff at the death camps. This is just the tip of the iceberg. Somehow, we are supposed to act "Christian", forget the past, and let some poor new blood to get sucked into that cesspool without bringing up what they did to US. It's still the same old sad organization. They can "use" you, until you are old, sick, or "unprofitable" for their business. Don't think so? Try going back. They are not CHRISTIAN to begin with, only act the part when it is convenient.

Forty-five times. At least. I figured this number from the fifteen years that I was REALLY gung ho. We ran a MINIMUM of three classes a year. I was in every one of them. I usually ran the tapes. To this day, I can quote even every stinking joke. It's pathetic.. somehow, I am now supposed to "master" PFAL. No thanks. No more- I'm done with it.. Not really ranting, I'm laughing my rear end off as I write this.. just one of my "interesting" mornings. But really.. after all that, if I have to somehow work it for "da hidden meaning" to somehow become more spurtual, somethings wrong. Already done that. No more- I'm done with it..

For the thousandth time, speaking politely, "I do not want more PFAL". The number of documentable times I sat through that class- at least 45. No friggin kidding. Add to that the HOURS of study time. No more. I've had enough. The likelihood of sitting through it again rates with the likelihood of it raining gold bullion on a clear day. No thanks, I have had enough. Same goes for WAP, or any of the other "reincarnations". But if you're still not convinced: I wrote a little poem.. Won't you take this class with me? No, not even if its free. Would you take it in a car? I'd rather drive to the next bar. Would you take it in a boat? Not in a boat, or in a mote. You could take it from afar.. I'd rather dip myself in tar. Why oh why, do you hate me so? I don't hate, I just won't go. We could run it in a park.. I'd rather eat some fresh pine bark. We could do it in the kitchen- I'd probably start really itchin. Why not in a comfy chair? I'd just as soon pull out my hair. We could have it in the attic- Not unless I turn real spastic. Don't you know it's made of gold? You can have it, it's way too old. We could hear it over dinner- no, it would make me really thinner. Why not when we're raking leaves? I do not want to further heave. Why not listen down a well? I'd think I'd died and gone to hell. Would you, would you, in a church I'd gladly leave you in the lurch. Why oh why are you so mean? I'd rather paint my body green. Why not listen in a bus? The driver would get rid of us. Listen to it when you jog? I'd beat the walkman with a log. We could listen hanging loose I'd prefer to get bit by a moose Why not in the open air? I'd rather wrestle with a bear. Won't you ever take this thing? Only if the cows would just sprout wings.

It's kind of funny how stuff like this comes back to bite you in the rear. You will never forget. I only made a handful of those kind of "mistakes". Makes me wonder what it's like for Loy and crowd. Screwed over so many people, I don't see how he can live with himself. I suppose anti-depressants would help..

I said my share of stupid stuff.. wish I could take it back. At least I have the priviledge to know how stupid it really was.

Oh well.. in a way, I think we all were..