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This was posted on the FB page for "a certain radio show". I thought it was just too darn good to not share. HERE

VP was The Big Kahuna when it came to delusions of grandeur. He invented the hook shot, developed the original business model for McDonald's, knew how to set snow on fire, understood more about the holy spirit field than anyone alive, possessed special knowledge from God that no one had seen in 2,000 years and could command God to make it snow.... just for him. No wonder we became delusional. Look at the role model we patterned our lives after. edit After thinking about this, it occurred to me that he probably didn't really believe these claims himself. He was a con-man. We were the ones who were delusional regarding these matters.

"I gave my eye for Da Werd, keeds, what have you given?"......VPW hahahahahahahahahah!

"Any two believers can make a marriage work." (Maybe not what you were looking for.)

The Rutles: All You Need Is Cash (A fine way to while away your holiday....Happy New Year!) Part #1 Part #2 Part #3 Part #4 Part #5 Part #6 Part #7 Part #8

This seemed like a good one for new years eve.

You know he wasn't really a "Dr.", don't you?

Aside from the obvious cornfield parallel, there is a bit of anachronistic symbolism here, relating, coincidentally, to the current state of TWI.

For years, after Elvis left the planet, the market was flooded with Elvis impersonators. Now, as time marches on, many of these impersonators no longer have what it takes to look or sound like the original. Can you steady yourself with a walker and swivel your hips at the same time? Probably quite a few of them are already eating jelly doughnuts with the big E-Man in the sky. And, the younger generation of impersonators has no first hand memory to serve as a reference to draw upon. I guess the parallel to TWI and its splinters should be obvious. There will always be an Elvis impersonator, doing his schtick at Barney's Beer Garden on New Year's Eve, working for jelly doughnuts and pizza pie. But, like The Way we remember from days gone by, it will never be quite the same....And that's a good thing. (Thank you. Thank you very much.)

pizzed a pack of piddle puddles...... That's alliteration in tongues. Unless, of course, they are wee, wee puddles. Then it would just be a small example of alliteration in tongues.

AHA! This proves he was a phoney. In the Intermediate Class, he said that the interpretation can never address a specific situation. ( Although, I did once hear an "interpretation" that went something like this: "My precious little ones, cut your hair and get jobs.")

I think, maybe, VPW was suffering from sin-UNconsciousness.

Well, I'll be darned. I guess that must be the "interpretation" part I never heard him deliver.

I was thinking they are more like wee wee piddles

"Keep your stick on the ice. Remember, I'm pulling for you. We're all in this together."...............Red Green

The other six????? As far as I can tell, VP never got too far beyond a looped repetition of "Lo Shanta La Maka See Tay"!

The Way is the center of the universe! Bwahahahahahahaha! All the rest are just cold celestial bodies, endlessly circling in mindless orbit. ....or maybe a bunch of filthy flies, circling a festering dung heap. I so often confuse the two.

I had too much to dream last night.

I met Brig. Gen. Paul W. Tibbets. Does that make me an authority on WWII?

I loved this part: The Man Of God: Dr. Victor Paul Wierwille was a man of God in every sense of that phrase. He lived for God, walked with Him, and spoke for Him. He knew the Shepherd; and he knew how to lead others to Him. Young Victor Paul heard God's clarion call on his life, and he poured out his life in tireless service for Him. The Lord found a powerful, one-of-a-kind man of unique abilities; and V.P. Wierwille proved to have a many-faceted, power-filled ministry. Reminds me of the lyrics to Prince Rupert Awakes by King Crimson. Prince Rupert Awakes Farewell the temple master's bells His kiosk and his black wormseed Courtship solely of his word With Eden guaranteed. For now Prince Rupert's tears of glass Make saffron sabbath eyelids bleed Scar the sacred tablet wax On which the Lizards feed. Wake your reasons' hollow vote Wear your blizzard season coat Burn a bridge and burn a boat Stake a Lizard by the throat Go *Polonius or kneel The reapers name their harvest dawn All your tarnished devil's spoons Will rust beneath our corn. Now bears Prince Rupert's garden roam Across his rain tree shaded lawn Lizard bones become the clay - And there a Swan is born Wake your reasons' hollow vote Wear your blizzard season coat Burn a bridge and burn a boat Stake a Lizard by the throat Gone soon Piepowder's moss-weed court Round which upholstered Lizards sold Visions to their leaden flock Of rainbows' ends and gold New tales Prince Rupert's peacock brings Of walls and trumpets thousand fold Prophets chained for burning masks And reels of dream unrolled .. *In the first quarto of Hamlet, Polonius is named "Corambis". It has been suggested that this derives "crambe" or "crambo", derived from a Latin phrase meaning "reheated cabbage", implying "a boring old man" who spouts trite rehashed ideas....source

Please Come Home For Christmas......Charles Brown "It's getting to the point where I'm no fun anymore."

Indeed, it is.