WordWolf

That's it. You stay classy, George.

"She... She... It's terrible! She has beautiful eyes, and her hair smells like cinnamon!" "Loud noises!" "Hey, Aqualung!" "What in the hell's diversity?" "Well, I could be wrong, but I believe diversity is an old, old wooden ship that was used during the Civil War era." "Wow. Never ceases to amaze me. What cologne you gonna go with? London Gentleman, or wait. No, no, no. Hold on. Blackbeard's Delight." "No, she gets a special cologne... It's called Sex Panther by Odeon. It's illegal in nine countries... Yep, it's made with bits of real panther, so you know it's good." "It's quite pungent." "Oh yeah." "It's a formidable scent... It stings the nostrils. In a good way." "Yep." "Brian, I'm gonna be honest with you, that smells like pure gasoline." "They've done studies, you know. 60% of the time, it works every time." "My God, what is that smell? Oh." "That's the smell of desire, my lady." "God no, it smells like, like a used diaper... filled with... Indian food. Oh, excuse me." "You know, desire smells like that to some people." "What is that? Smells like a turd covered in burnt hair." "You are a smelly pirate hooker." "You look like a blueberry." "Why don't you go back to your home on Whore Island?" "Well, you have bad hair." "What did you say?" "I said... your hair... looks stupid." "I don't know, Ron." "Guess what, I do. I know that one day Veronica and I are gonna to get married on top of a mountain, and there's going to be flutes playing and trombones and flowers and garlands of fresh herbs. And we will dance till the sun rises. And then our children will form a family band. And we will tour the countryside and you won't be invited." "What, you guys can't say one thing? Even the guy that can't think said something. You guys just stand there? Come on. " "Brick, where did you get a hand grenade?" "I don't know."

No. Not in the right ballpark, nor the city the ballpark is in.

Experts have pointed out that the man was not using any known sign language, and there was no structure to the gestures he was making, so he was not using a known language, nor an unknown language because it didn't match the structure of sign languages. So, it was neither a known nor an unknown language. I don't know if that's enough to close the case for everyone, but it sure is enough for me.

"She... She... It's terrible! She has beautiful eyes, and her hair smells like cinnamon!" "Loud noises!" "Hey, Aqualung!" "What in the hell's diversity?" "Well, I could be wrong, but I believe diversity is an old, old wooden ship that was used during the Civil War era." "Wow. Never ceases to amaze me. What cologne you gonna go with? London Gentleman, or wait. No, no, no. Hold on. Blackbeard's Delight." "No, she gets a special cologne... It's called Sex Panther by Odeon. It's illegal in nine countries... Yep, it's made with bits of real panther, so you know it's good." "It's quite pungent." "Oh yeah." "It's a formidable scent... It stings the nostrils. In a good way." "Yep." "Brian, I'm gonna be honest with you, that smells like pure gasoline." "They've done studies, you know. 60% of the time, it works every time." "You are a smelly pirate hooker." "You look like a blueberry." "Why don't you go back to your home on Whore Island?" "Well, you have bad hair."

Otherwise, it's like reading "the Diary of Anne Frank" and crediting the Nazis for adding to literature, because without them the book wouldn't have been written.

the Mexican Brad Pitt Interview with the Vampire

"She... She... It's terrible. She has beautiful eyes, and her hair smells like cinnamon." "Loud noises." "Hey, Aqualung!" "What in the hell's diversity?" "Well, I could be wrong, but I believe diversity is an old, old wooden ship that was used during the Civil War era."

That's it.

skyrider: "With all of its bloviating, TWI never impacted culture one iota.....never even stirred the waters. Wierwille was ALWAYS on the outside looking in. As a child, he was a lazy loner. As a student, he looked for every shortcut. In seminary, he went against policy and eloped. In his doctorate studies, he found a degree-mill. As a small-town pastor, he bucked church boards. He attended big-name seminars to gather ideas/material." johniam: "(so by your definition, "having impact" means being a total conformist, always following the rules, changing your own diapers, being a robot for whoever is in authority, etc.????? Those people have the LEAST impact!)" [No, he was laying a foundation for his statements. vpw didn't put in the work "in the system." As a child, he refused to do his chores-he slipped away for hours into the woods. As a student, he didn't put in the hours of work-he plagiarized and chose the softest options whenever possible- the man who claimed to teach you Bible languages NEVER STUDIED Bible languages, he studied Homiletics, how to preach-for Seminary, an incredibly soft option and one matching someone with a gift for gab and no heart for research. When it came to seminary rules, he ignored them and just did his best not to get caught rather than follow the rules he agreed to follow when he enrolled. When it came to doctoral studies, he went to a de facto degree mill- where plagiarism was unlikely to get caught. As a church pastor, however, we have no proof he bucked the church board- only his own bluster that he did so and they just shut up and accepted it. Far more likely is that what we have documented is what happened all the way through- he technically did sermons there weekly, making sure he drew a steady paycheck, then built a side business on their dime (which he later called "the way") and quit when it was enough to pay him full-time after years of keeping it going on the side. He got there after visiting with real ministers whenever possible, trolling for material to plagiarize and charge people for. In between what vpw did, and your crude extreme polar opposite caricature-the drone- is where all the legitimate ministers have always existed. They put in a lot of work, passion fueling their discipline, and they arrive prepared to help people and to do the job. That's why they affect people's lives for the better and manage to live fairly free of vices like tobacco, alcohol and rape.] skyrider: "Twi's books are not allowed in local libraries." johniam: "(bibles were not allowed for public consumption....during the DARK ages, by THOSE authorities.)" [There is no "those authorities." twi themselves never wanted their books in any local libraries, because they want people to pay for any access to them. No local libraries have had demand for twi books, and have never been given a reason to seek them out as any reliable source of information. As for your fictional story, the "Dark" ages weren't really that "dark." They were, however, before the invention of the printing press. Bibles were not for peasant consumption because peasants in Europe was generally illiterate and thus had no demands for owning ANY books. The town priest was literate- and he had a Bible. The merchant class and nobles were literate in part, and had access to books (what books there were to own.) There were major universities in a few cities, and students went there. They had access to Bibles there if they wanted, generally written in Latin which was not a problem since Latin was the language of scholarship. Honestly, get an education. Really, it's easy to find all this out. Do some research online, or visit a modern library.] skyrider: "Corps campuses had very little involvement with communities." johniam: "(those communities didn't WANT any involvement)" [And yet, communities all over the country and the world WELCOME involvement with college and university campuses local to them. If the students behave themselves, they're welcome to interact and spend money locally. More, many universities have groups on campus that do charity work locally. One such group is active on over 300 campuses in the US, and is welcomed by local charities over much of the US. yet twi corps campuses never had that welcome. Maybe if they ever approached the community with an attitude of "what can I help with?" rather than "what can you help me with?" that would have been different. Then again, that would have been an entirely different way corps. ] skyrider: "The Way's Auditorium was BUILT with major emphasis on "Word in Culture"...... with orchestra pit, rehearsal rooms, studio, lighting, stage-performance, etc. and yet, BORING MONOTONE TEACHINGS SEEMS ALL THAT COMES FORTH. Hardly a ripple to stir the cultural waters." [vpw was a man who talked a good game but was short at ever delivering on anything that didn't involve him talking. For all his talk about show business and performance, twi never made any kind of inroads into the industry or into mass communication. They had much of the materials, the equipment, that would be used, but the equipment is useless if you have no talent to make use of the equipment. Nowadays, people can reach the world with a video filmed cheaply and hosted on YouTube. twi's scared to reach out to that medium- since divorced from their cultivated aura of secrecy, they have nothing to offer. They'd be a laughingstock on YT the way they were on that talk show. vpw talked a lot about impacting culture, but never did, and twi never did and never will.]

"Been working so hard. I'm punching my card. Eight hours for what? Oh, tell me what I got. I've got this feeling That times are holding me down. I'll hit the ceiling Or else I'll tear up this town." "You're playing so cool. Obeying every rule. Deep way down in your heart You're burning yearning for Somebody to tell you That life ain't passing you by. I'm trying to tell you It will if you don't even try." "We've got to turn it around, and put your feet on the ground. Now take a hold of your soul"

Ok, I'll flip this one over. It was "Santa Claus Conquers the Martians." For those of you who've never seen it, it's public domain and I hear it's on Project Gutenberg. Both the original version and the MST3K version are on YT now as well.

A) Comparing prophets of God Almighty with abusive cults or their sociopathic founders? B) Even IF it was right to compare prophets of God Almighty with abusive cults or their sociopathic founders, the comparison falls down right there. "A prophet is NOT WITHOUT HONOR EXCEPT" If this comparison actually worked, that would mean that twi would not be respected in New Knoxville but would be respected, say, in Lawrenceville, KS, Otumwa, IA, Schaumburg, IL, Tuxedo, NY, Athens, GA, and so on. Legitimate movements of God earn respect in places and get esteem among plenty of people. C) Lack of respect does not equal "prophet of the Lord God Almighty." Fools, morons, boors and society's bottom-feeders all lack respect, and they're not prophets of the Lord God Almighty, either. It's like being scoffed at because your ideas are nonsense. "Go ahead and laugh. They laughed at Da Vinci, they laughed at Columbus, they laughed at Galileo," some say. "I'm just another misunderstood genius." No, they also laughed at Bozo. Being scoffed at can mean you're just another clown and not another genius- even supposing all those guys were actually laughed at (which they weren't.)

I'd heard of this movie, having never seen it, when I was a kid. I still knew the name when MST3K did this movie. There's significant numbers of people who know this one from when it was in theaters, or when it was on television, or when MST3K covered it. If not for these threads, I'd have never heard of "Traxx." I know Traxx had Shadoe Stevens, but this one had a very young Pia Zadora in it. Which, I'm sure, counts for something, somewhere. And no, she never did a production of "the Diary of Anne Frank" so bad that the audience told the Nazis where to find Anne Frank.

"All this trouble over a fat little man in a red suit!" "What are those funny things sticking out of your head?" "Those are our antennae." "Are you a television set?" "We're going out the good ol' fashioned way. Prancer and Dancer and Donder and Blitzen, and Vixen and Nixon... oh, consarnit I get those names mixed up, but the KIDS know their names." "Chochem is eight hundred years old, you can't dismiss the wisdom of centuries." "I can." " Here's another UFO Bulletin: The Defense Department has just announced that the unidentified flying object suddenly disappeared from our radar screen. They believe the object has either disintegrated in space, or it may be a space ship from another planet which has the ability to nullify all radar beams." "Chochem! Chochem! Are you here? Ancient one of Mars, I call upon you." "What's soft and round and you put it on a stick and you toast it in a fire, and it's green?" "I don't know what?" "A Martian mellow." " Santa, you will never return to Earth, you belong to Mars now." "Ho Ho, Hooo..." "If we take them with us to Mars, Santa's disappearance will remain a mystery. No one on Earth will ever know that Santa Claus was kidnapped by Martians."

"You're playing so cool. Obeying every rule. Deep way down in your heart You're burning yearning for Somebody to tell you That life ain't passing you by. I'm trying to tell you It will if you don't even try." "We've got to turn it around, and put your feet on the ground. Now take a hold of your soul" (I seem to find different sources disagreeing on the exact lyrics, but this is my best result.)

For those arriving late, "the corps poem" was plagiarized (big surprise-not!) from a 191o poem by Henry Van Dyke called "Spirit of the Everlasting Boy." It was written in 1910 to commemorate the 100th anniversary of Lawrenceville School's founding. The school is still in regular operations, more than 200 years after it was founded. I made a separate thread for the poem, here: I wonder if anyone or anything will still be talking about twi 100 years after they were founded in the 1950s, or even in their supposed founding date of 1942 (which commemorates no organization of any kind, just a supposed date of an event vpw claimed happened but was obviously completely made-up.)

[Here's a poem by Henry Van Dyke, called "Spirit of the Everlasting Boy." You might find part of it familiar.] ======================================= ODE FOR THE HUNDREDTH ANNIVERSARY OF LAWRENCEVILLE SCHOOL June 11, 1910 I The British bard who looked on Eton's walls, Endeared by distance in the pearly gray And soft aerial blue that ever falls On English landscape with the dying day, Beheld in thought his boyhood far away, Its random raptures and its festivals Of noisy mirth, The brief illusion of its idle joys, And mourned that none of these can stay With men, whom life inexorably calls To face the grim realities of earth. His pensive fancy pictured there at play From year to year the careless bands of boys, Unconscious victims kept in golden state, While haply they await The dark approach of disenchanting Fate, To hale them to the sacrifice Of Pain and Penury and Grief and Care, Slow-withering Age, or Failure's swift despair. Half-pity and half-envy dimmed the eyes Of that old poet, gazing on the scene Where long ago his youth had flowed serene, And all the burden of his ode was this: "Where ignorance is bliss, 'Tis folly to be wise." II But not for us, O plaintive elegist, Thine epicedial tone of sad farewell To joy in wisdom and to thought in youth! Our western Muse would keep her tryst With sunrise, not with sunset, and foretell In boyhood's bliss the dawn of manhood's truth. III O spirit of the everlasting boy, Alert, elate, And confident that life is good, Thou knockest boldly at the gate, In hopeful hardihood, Eager to enter and enjoy Thy new estate. Through the old house thou runnest everywhere, Bringing a breath of folly and fresh air. Ready to make a treasure of each toy, Or break them all in discontented mood; Fearless of Fate, Yet strangely fearful of a comrade's laugh; Reckless and timid, hard and sensitive; In talk a rebel, full of mocking chaff, At heart devout conservative; In love with love, yet hating to be kissed; Inveterate optimist, And judge severe, In reason cloudy but in feeling clear; Keen critic, ardent hero-worshipper, Impatient of restraint in little ways, Yet ever ready to confer On chosen leaders boundless power and praise; Adventurous spirit burning to explore Untrodden paths where hidden danger lies, And homesick heart looking with wistful eyes Through every twilight to a mother's door; Thou daring, darling, inconsistent boy, How dull the world would be Without thy presence, dear barbarian, And happy lord of high futurity! Be what thou art, our trouble and our joy, Our hardest problem and our brightest hope! And while thine elders lead thee up the slope Of knowledge, let them learn from teaching thee That vital joy is part of nature's plan, And he who keeps the spirit of the boy Shall gladly grow to be a happy man. IV What constitutes a school? Not ancient halls and ivy-mantled towers, Where dull traditions rule With heavy hand youth's lightly springing powers; Not spacious pleasure courts, And lofty temples of athletic fame, Where devotees of sports Mistake a pastime for life's highest aim; Not fashion, nor renown Of wealthy patronage and rich estate; No, none of these can crown A school with light and make it truly great. But masters, strong and wise, Who teach because they love the teacher's task, And find their richest prize In eyes that open and in minds that ask; And boys, with heart aglow To try their youthful vigour on their work, Eager to learn and grow, And quick to hate a coward or a shirk: These constitute a school,-- A vital forge of weapons keen and bright, Where living sword and tool Are tempered for true toil or noble fight! But let not wisdom scorn The hours of pleasure in the playing fields: There also strength is born, And every manly game a virtue yields. Fairness and self-control, Good-humour, pluck, and patience in the race, Will make a lad heart-whole To win with honour, lose without disgrace. Ah, well for him who gains In such a school apprenticeship to life: With him the joy of youth remains In later lessons and in larger strife! V On Jersey's rolling plain, where Washington, In midnight marching at the head Of ragged regiments, his army led To Princeton's victory of the rising sun; Here in this liberal land, by battle won For Freedom and the rule Of equal rights for every child of man, Arose a democratic school, To train a virile race of sons to bear With thoughtful joy the name American, And serve the God who heard their father's prayer. No cloister, dreaming in a world remote From that real world wherein alone we live; No mimic court, where titled names denote A dignity that only worth can give; But here a friendly house of learning stood, With open door beside the broad highway, And welcomed lads to study and to play In generous rivalry of brotherhood. A hundred years have passed, and Lawrenceville, In beauty and in strength renewed, Stands with her open portal still, And neither time nor fortune brings To her deep spirit any change of mood, Or faltering from the faith she held of old. Still to the democratic creed she clings: That manhood needs nor rank nor gold To make it noble in our eyes; That every boy is born with royal right, From blissful ignorance to rise To joy more lasting and more bright, In mastery of body and of mind, King of himself and servant of mankind. VI Old Lawrenceville, Thy happy bell Shall ring to-day, O'er vale and hill, O'er mead and dell, While far away, With silent thrill, The echoes roll Through many a soul, That knew thee well, In boyhood's day, And loves thee still. Ah, who can tell How far away, Some sentinel Of God's good will, In forest cool, Or desert gray, By lonely pool, Or barren hill, Shall faintly hear, With inward ear, The chiming bell, Of his old school, Through darkness pealing; And lowly kneeling, Shall feel the spell Of grateful tears His eyelids fill; And softly pray To Him who hears: God bless old Lawrenceville! [The end] Henry Van Dyke's poem: Spirit Of The Everlasting Boy ========================================= That was written for "Lawrenceville School" in 1910 for its 100th anniversary. That means the school of that name was founded in 1810. Which makes it this school, which is in the same state the writer of the poem is from..... https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lawrenceville_School

"All this trouble over a fat little man in a red suit!" "What are those funny things sticking out of your head?" "Those are our antennae." "Are you a television set?" "We're going out the good ol' fashioned way. Prancer and Dancer and Donder and Blitzen, and Vixen and Nixon... oh, consarnit I get those names mixed up, but the KIDS know their names." "Chochem is eight hundred years old, you can't dismiss the wisdom of centuries." "I can." " Here's another UFO Bulletin: The Defense Department has just announced that the unidentified flying object suddenly disappeared from our radar screen. They believe the object has either disintegrated in space, or it may be a space ship from another planet which has the ability to nullify all radar beams." "Chochem! Chochem! Are you here? Ancient one of Mars, I call upon you." "What's soft and round and you put it on a stick and you toast it in a fire, and it's green?" "I don't know what?" "A Martian mellow." Don't we have any MST3K fans here?

Which means it's Human's turn.

More about the late Dave Arneson, for those curious cats who want more, can be found here:

Lost Boys Dianne Wiest Parenthood

"All this trouble over a fat little man in a red suit!" "What are those funny things sticking out of your head?" "Those are our antennae." "Are you a television set?" "We're going out the good ol' fashioned way. Prancer and Dancer and Donder and Blitzen, and Vixen and Nixon... oh, consarnit I get those names mixed up, but the KIDS know their names." "Chochem is eight hundred years old, you can't dismiss the wisdom of centuries." "I can." " Here's another UFO Bulletin: The Defense Department has just announced that the unidentified flying object suddenly disappeared from our radar screen. They believe the object has either disintegrated in space, or it may be a space ship from another planet which has the ability to nullify all radar beams."

"You're playing so cool. Obeying every rule. Deep way down in your heart You're burning yearning for Somebody to tell you That life ain't passing you by. I'm trying to tell you It will if you don't even try."

Yeah, I forgot to post a quote last night. "All this trouble over a fat little man in a red suit!" "What are those funny things sticking out of your head?" "Those are our antennae." "Are you a television set?" "We're going out the good ol' fashioned way. Prancer and Dancer and Donder and Blitzen, and Vixen and Nixon... oh, consarnit I get those names mixed up, but the KIDS know their names."