Wierwille ALWAYS promoted wierwille

[excathedra]

thank you da bob!

[Grace Valerie Claire]

On 7/28/2012 at 1:34 PM, OperaBuff said:

Thought I would try my hand at poetry...

Wierwille had a little weenie, its juice was white as snow;

And everywhere that Wierwille went, the weenie was sure to grow.

He plumped it in the motorcoach, which was against the rules;

It made the girls all cry and say, that weenie isn't cool.

And yet The Teacher kept it up, and still he hovered near,

And waited patiently about till another girl did appear.

"Why does the weenie love me so?" the moaning girls all cried;

"It's good to be alive, you know" The Teacher did reply.

OB, it's a good thing I don't drink coffee, or else it would have messed up my shirt!!  You have an interesting way with words; I really like your poem!!

[Grace Valerie Claire]

On 7/28/2012 at 9:33 AM, waysider said:

Yeah, it went from helping MYSELF, to serving OTHERS. In the early days, that shift happened rapidly......Had the foundational class?...OK, now you're on chair set-up and it's no longer about YOU...Had the TIP/(intermediate class)?...OK, now you're a twig leader and it's no longer about YOU....Had the Advanced Class?...OK, now you're a class instructor or branch leader or whatever...and it's still no longer about YOU. You were instilled with this lofty notion that you were doing something noble, that you were a vital part of something bigger than yourself. Stop thinking about YOURSELF!

Maybe that's part of why it's so hard for some people to let go. They still can't come to grips with the reality that we were just puppets in Wierwille's fantasy play, numbered assets in the organization's inventory. We were like spare tractor parts in Wierwille's tool shed. A part breaks? Go to the shed and fetch another. That's the reality. There was nothing intrinsically "noble" about anything we did.

Way, most of us though thought we were doing the will of God.  I think most of us wanted to help others; I know I did.  I had no idea that VPW had started TWI, to enrich himself, and seduce women.  I think most of us had noble intentions that were warped by VPW, and his minions.

[Grace Valerie Claire]

On 7/28/2012 at 4:05 PM, excathedra said:

i love you too java

and dabo :wub:

thanks for the poem operabuffie. i decided to write one too :) hope you don't mind

wierwille had a little weenie

that's why he was such a meanie

keep this in your deep lock box

okay, i will, you slimy fox

i thought you were the man of god

but you were just a big f-u-c-k-wad

you tell a girl who wants to die

to be with you is to be alive

i would rather lay their dead

than be with you in that bed

how dare you use god's grace in vain

and cause so much destructive pain

was it worth destroying souls

i guess it was, you were so cold

Excie, great poem!!!  I wish I could print it, and stick it on my wall!!!

[Thomas Loy Bumgarner]

Welcome to the Village. You are Number 6, I am number 2(Martindale, replace by the Fox). Wierwille is Number 1, Security by Rover. I am not a number, I am a free man. Sure, bwahahaha- The Prisoner