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I have two deep cycle storage batteries. They would run the radios here on a full charge for a few months.. one of them would run a computer for a luxurious day and a half..

well.. who really needs running water.. sowie I'm so bad tonight.. can't help it..

As a hotel, and restaurant. Da way gets only one star here. maybe only a half.. no running water?

what I wonder is how they tried to induct those who never made the "agreement".. against their will. You know. "You heard da word.. you ARE salted.." pfal grad? Yes.. you are "salted". "da word like it has never, ever, ever ever been known.." etc. etc. Intermediate class. If you are "mature" you WILL come to the conclusion you owe your life to da ministry(?) that taught(?) you da word(?).."

I've probably posted this before..

The least they could do, is install a sink to wash one's self, after wards.. I don't know if anyone else has had a day like this.. but, if it were my last, I'd be satisfied..

not quite. It was far more subtle.. other gory details. They generally ended up using some kind of ceremony, involving chopping off the heads and burying their "critics", or those who would possibly expose their underbelly to the world.. any thoughts? I tried looking it up with a google search and such. no soap. they made it look as if the victims were really only being invited to a luau.. the diners on blood were very young.. after looking through a couple hundred descriptions of 70's horror films on the internet, I could look no further..

I'ts like "uncle howie" said. Nobody is "useless".. some provide a "place" for others to "relieve" themselves..

Morality might be the very reason I will die with lack of fame, and wealth.. maybe even unemployed and homeless.. there are some things, I would not do, no matter what the money promises.. sorry if this isn't the kind of reply that you might be looking for.. morality.. now that I've calmed down, and have a few serious thoughts.. maybe its a matter of one's morals owning oneself, and not the other way around..

I saw this in the seventies. It was a B movie, best I can tell. People invited to an exotic Island. The inhabitants lived off of their blood. at regular intervals, the sores on their necks would open and bleed.. but they had a hard time hiding the blood drawn, dried corpses. They would periodically wake up, and cause a small "ruckus" in "paradise".. anybody here have any clues? There were probably a hundred films like it.. call this insane curiousity..

so not only was he not a *doctor*.. he was a pervert. Just in case the second and third generation wienerville's can't spell that. It's P, E, R, V, E, R, T. devil possessed squirrels urinate on your inheritance.. well, or so YOU think. It doesn't take too many spurts to urinate on an abusive, self-entitled pervert's grave..

I think its the same "get over it" argument. *they* don't give a half a hairy damn about what "gramps" really did. just roll over, play dead.. or be dead somewhere, so *they* can make a few more bucks off the old man's supposed good name.. so many marks to set up, so many others to plunder.. so little time. So much "opposition"..

bankrupt, in more ways than one..

"we don't owe you.. anything.." isn't this the avowed position of "da way"? maybe.. your organization isn't worth a s*it.. remember. *you* might be the science experiment here.. It would be unethical, for me to present anything different here..

I look at the bottom of the pyramid. Breathing, food, water, sex, sleep, homeostasis, excretion. did not da way try to exert control over *almost* every one of these categories? food, absolutely. water? perhaps.. sex? absolutely. to the extent one had to give a schedule of when one was performing the duty with one's spouse.. sleep? yea. Deprivation, for the initiated.. homeostasis? I call this living in some form of normality, or equilibrium.. no, you could not reasonably expect this. Unless one could really "perform".. excretion. Yes. Exhibited by the insane "sign out" rules when staff went potty.. and the little triangular wads of toilet paper.. don't want to "waste", do we.. I'm curious. Who among the "employed" of da "way" are in the second level of this kind of hierarchy?

ha! so we are in kindergarten.. we have a small minded, insignificant cult to hone our skills.. what's next..

my *mission* in this life was to masquerade as another ignorant, susceptible plebe.. what they haven't figured in this.. maybe *they* are the real *experiment*..

I really think.. they don't consider *us* with any more regard than a science experiment..

I think they followed "corporate" america. along with their sociologists without a degree hacks.. the "momentus" experience. Throw "leaders" into a "lifeboat" situation, where they have to vote one of the participants out of existence.. so where are your needs "met". the finest colleague one can have stands before you, and "existence".. Cool.. in the end, you are always *me*..

I dunno. I really need more details to say I at least partly understand your situation.. what I'm looking at is.. they take "leaders" and place them in situations that they must act as brute beasts..

why do they get a "kick" out this.. putting people in the position where they act in brutish, primitive ways.. it really doesn't quite work sometimes..

just a thought. my observation is, da way, puts those who should be self-actualizing at the bottom of the pyramid.. you know. Living on "needs basis".. and such..

I took the bait, and asked a ridiculous question.. let's see where that goes..