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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5JWAmF-Z4r4&feature=related I saw Claudette do this song once. (piano and voice) Of course, she changed the words to make it "right on" but it was an amazing performance, nonetheless.

Like father, like son. Here's a fresh take on an old Larry Davis tune.

Maybe a bit off topic. When I stumbled in here, looking for a copy of PFAL, in 2006, there were people here who had already been kicking this stuff around for more than six years.-----But, to me, it was all brand new. I'm really glad they didn't just say "Well, we've been kicking it around for six years. That's long enough." I needed to hear what they had to say even if they had said it a hundred times before -----because I was hearing it for the first time. In my opinion, if you really want to compare ANY two religious groups, you need to place less emphasis on their stated religious tenets and more focus on the day-to-day lifestyles they promote.

I quit in 1983. It wasn't easy. What worked for me was to only quit for "today". Might smoke a carton and a half tomorrow, but today, I'm not going to smoke. Oh, you could break it down into even smaller time frames if needed.---not going to smoke until after breakfast, not going to smoke until after lunch, not going to smoke until after dinner, etc. Point is this. If you slip up, you only slipped up for today. Tomorrow is a fresh new start. Less condemnation that way.

I just try to follow The Golden Rule. That ought to be challenging enough to last me a lifetime.

I was illiterate on religion. I suppose that may have contributed to my gullibility.

Disrespect has to be totally intended to carry any significant weight.

Yeah. Much better than Dylan, himself. All along the watchtower Princes kept the view While all the women came and went Barefoot servants, too

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mZTPsrcfQSE&feature=related

I wonder how many times old VP showed up late to various functions and meetings. Better yet, there is one account here on GSC about how he and Howard Alien completely blew off a big public meeting and used the lame, old "snowed in" excuse when there wasn't even any snow. Who chastised THEM?

This cult classification thing is, as you noted, Ham, far reaching, even beyond the boundaries of religion. One of the more recent ones that's been growing by leaps and bounds is "the devotees of talk (read: hate) radio and TV". I had a customer try to evangelize me to Beck worship just last week. Most of what he presented was nothing more than parroted fragments of unsubstantiated claims. Kinda reminded me a little bit of myself trying to use 4 crucified to get a signature on the heralded green card. .

I never got very far up the TWI corporate ladder so my experience in this category is limited. One thing I always hated as a class instructor, though, was having to chastise late arrivals. (And by Way standards, "late" was anything less than 15 minutes early.) I'm not a very confrontational person by nature so it was always difficult for me to confront people with honest to goodness, real, professional careers for only being 5 minutes early for class.

There are differences. There are similarities. One thing I now for sure, though. We were "The Best!". (VP said so.) (You know he wasn't really a "Dr.", don't you?)

Maybe he just got a bad bowl of chili.

---probably where they got the expression "Life ain't no cake-walk."

Well, it's the cake you design on paper, using precisely measured ingredients, but never actually bake. (or eat)

Written music is not a recipe so much as it's an analysis. Recipe type scenario: I decide I want to bake a "killah" cake so I sit down with pen and paper. What should I put in it? Let's see. Usual flour, eggs, water etc.----1/2 cup of walnuts, 1/8 tsp of cherry extract, 1/8 tsp of anise, 1/4 tsp of eye of newt ----and so on. Next, I bake it and scrutinize the results. Analysis type scenario: I decide I want to bake a "killah" cake so I start throwing ingredients together as I'm inspired. A little of this, a scootch of that, a pinch of something else, etc. When it's finished, I reflect on what I put in it and commit that memory to paper. Written music can be either or both. I think, for the most part, though, that most written music is, in essence, more of an analysis of "what was" than a recipe of "what shall be".

Somewhat off-topic In the 1970s, the term being used was "tripped-out". And everyone "knew" you can't receive revelation when you're tripped-out. You had to be en-guard around them because they could poison your thoughts with their off-the-word conversations.

Smith County, Mississippi. I don't think I'd like to find myself trying to hitch a ride on one of its dark, deserted roads at 3AM because I'd just been "shown the door". From their website: "Any volunteer may be dismissed at any time and/or program cancelled (sp) at sole discretion of those charged with oversight."

Nicely done.

I wonder if anyone's been kicked out yet. It's almost inevitable.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mohuaJWFGVU&feature=related

There once was a man who had no body. Yeah, that's right, he was just a head, connected to a pair of shoulders by a neck. Oh, he got along ok. Still, there was always that gnawing thought in the back of his mind that he could do more if he had arms. So, he prayed to God for arms and----- Presto! He had 2 perfectly good arms, complete with a full compliment of fingers and thumbs. And, he was thankful. But, he couldn't help thinking how cool it would be to have legs. Again, he prayed. Next thing you know, he's got a torso, complete with 2 strong legs and 5 toes on each foot. And, he was thankful. Still, there was always that gnawing thought in the back of his mind that he could do more with what he now had. So, he prayed to God for a skateboard and----- Presto! A skateboard appeared on his front porch. He was so excited, he hopped onto it and raced down the driveway, straight into the path of an oncoming tractor-trailer. Next thing he knew, he was standing at Heaven's gate, face to face with St. Peter. "Have you learned anything from all this?" questioned St. Peter. "Yes", said the man. "I should have quit while I was still a head."