Our current dog eats his own turds. That's just gotta stop.
Our previous dog (a husky) would tunnel out of the yard. That dog could dig like a mole. The yard looked like it had been bombed out.
we've learned to frisk our cats before they come in, esp.
at night.
they have a thing for bringing home their live catches to play with.. also, when they get all smoochy.
Our current dog eats his own turds. That's just gotta stop.
Our previous dog (a husky) would tunnel out of the yard. That dog could dig like a mole. The yard looked like it had been bombed out.
yearbook of churches issues 75th editionhttp://www.wfn.org/2007/03/msg00069.html.
from "ncc news" <[email protected]>.
date mon, 05 mar 2007 15:00:19 -0500. .
Looks to me like the waters under the old whore are fairing about the same as the waters under the new one.
I hear those things are real oat guzzlers - depleting our resources while releasing tons of methane into the atmosphere every year.
Nice rack, though.
please just add an http:// at the beginning of all of these urls, then copy to your browser address area and click away.. i really didn't like to read about how the jws won all these court decisions on freedom when they don't even let their members be free but still the article is balanced enough to leave a serious indent on the side of shane's head.. hawkawl.freeservers.com/mclean's%20cover.jpg.
hawkawl.freeservers.com/mcleans%20page%2034.jpg.
hawkawl.freeservers.com/mcleans%20page%2035.jpg.
But, as their lawyer showed up to appeal against the custody order, the court suddenly reversed its decision and handed the babies back.
I've heard this a couple of times now. Am I correct in thinking that this is a misconception propogated by Shane Brady? I was under the understanding that the province took custody, performed the transfusions as needed, and then returned the children - they were returned because the procedure was complete, not because they changed their mind.
okay, i'm interested in experiences where you are dfed, daed or faded and you ran into a jw somewhere.
if you are dfed or daed, most likely they'd just ignore you.
this is unless you ran into them at work (like a restaurant, bank, grocery store) where it is there job to talk to you.
It always used to make me feel guilty when I saw Witnesses out in service or on their way to a meeting. But, then one day, it just stopped.
I feel so liberated. It's like looking in over the prison wall, and being damn glad I'm not in there.
please just add an http:// at the beginning of all of these urls, then copy to your browser address area and click away.. i really didn't like to read about how the jws won all these court decisions on freedom when they don't even let their members be free but still the article is balanced enough to leave a serious indent on the side of shane's head.. hawkawl.freeservers.com/mclean's%20cover.jpg.
hawkawl.freeservers.com/mcleans%20page%2034.jpg.
hawkawl.freeservers.com/mcleans%20page%2035.jpg.
That was an excellent article and my hat is off to everyone involved, especially Lawrence.
The article seemed to hit all of the important points, and was very thorough. Did someone here vet it? It looks that good.
I'm also impressed that the article picked up on what I think is the most important point - that just when a family needs their support structure the most, it not only evaporates, but becomes the major part of the problem.
In general, people are predisposed to think of the JW blood stand as extremely distasteful. But, when the whole ugly mess is paraded in its every gory detail, it really hangs them out to dry. The Awake cover with the 26 dead children makes me sick every time I see it.
How can the society continue with this policy? It is a public relations nightmare. And, not only do they continue with it, but they exacerbate it by flying in their lawyers.
I really wish we could get threads like this to stick around, rather than being displaced by "What are you having for supper" - type threads.
chapter xx: lessons learned.
one year, im guessing i was around ten years old, i returned from the summer district convention with a new word.
i had never heard it before, so a couple of days after returning, i asked my older sister what it meant.. masterbation?
So then, how did you learn about masturbation?
I told you. There's no such thing.
chapter xx: lessons learned.
one year, im guessing i was around ten years old, i returned from the summer district convention with a new word.
i had never heard it before, so a couple of days after returning, i asked my older sister what it meant.. masterbation?
Chapter xx: Lessons Learned
One year, I’m guessing I was around ten years old, I returned from the summer district convention with a new word. I had never heard it before, so a couple of days after returning, I asked my older sister what it meant.
“Masterbation?” She asked, a bit taken aback. “Where did you hear that word?”
“At the District Convention,” I replied.
I will interrupt this exchange with a bit of background. On route to the “new world”, which is kind of like a rapture, but a little more commonplace, Jehovah’s Witnesses fight many evils in this world. One of the greatest of these centers around the adolescent struggle against self stimulation. Apparently, God sat back and watched babies being sent to the ovens in Auschwitz, but if you slap the ham, he’s gonna come down to earth and kick your ass.
Anyway, returning to my story, the recent District Assembly had thoroughly denounced the above named practice. And, since Jehovah’s Witnesses don’t have a Sunday school for kids, everyone young and old gets to hear the same sermon. At ten years of age, I learned my lesson well. I just didn’t know what it was I should be avoiding.
So, my sister paused for a minute to carefully choose her answer. Would she launch into a sex education lesson, one which would surely spawn more questions than it answered? No, she took the high road.
“Oh, there’s no such thing as masturbation. They said mass starvation.”
You’ve got to love the Jehovah’s Witnesses. They will send the entire male population of the earth to hell for burping the worm, while looking forward to the prospect of mass starvation with glee.
My question had been fully answered, and I never thought about it again for many years.
I believe that this was the same convention that did away with my baseball card collection.
I was an avid sports fan and collector of baseball and hockey cards. On the farm in the 1960’s, we received precisely one TV channel. It was the CBC, and we watched it in the glory of black and white. Every Wednesday night during the summer, the Montreal Expos were on TV, and I rarely missed a game. My card collection contained numerous first year Expos from their maiden season, including my hero, Rusty Staub.
The district convention that denounced mass starvation apparently also highlighted the evils of idol worship, which insidiously infects us through baseball cards. As I mentioned earlier, I learned my lessons well that year. So, the morning after we returned from the convention, my mother was putting something into our wood stove and noticed an unusual pack of objects. Further investigations revealed my baseball and hockey cards on top of the rest of the rubble.
My mother questioned me on it, to which I piously replied, “We learned at the assembly that we shouldn’t idolize men by collecting cards.” Mom was suitably impressed with her righteous son and went off to plan my future as a missionary. Man, was I an ass. Those things would probably be worth quite a lot today.
And, speaking of being an ass, let’s fast forward another decade to yet another purge. By this time, I was in my early 20’s and was living on my own. The Watchtower Society, in its infinite wisdom, had decided that most modern music was debased. Some of it was worse than others. For example, groups like Led Zeppelin were trying to control young people’s minds by hiding backward messages on their albums. But, some music didn’t need to use nefarious techniques. It was just plain evil.
So, here again, I returned from a District Convention in Regina and piously sorted through another prized collection – this time it was music. Soft Cell was an obvious choice for the junk bin. I still puzzle over why I got rid of a Gary Neuman double LP. I can’t remember the rest. I’m pretty sure I could hear demons screaming as I broke the records.
A couple years later, there was yet another purge. However, by this time, I had moderated somewhat. I sent my Quiet Riot album over to a friend’s place to visit until the heat was off. By the way, Brian, I still want that back.
i think i have come across the most sarcastic and moronic article i have ever read in the watcttower magazine.
just check this out: .
*** w63 4/15 p. 238 identifying the resurrected ***.
The above picture is where Bethelites go when they die.
seriously this just got into my intray at work - bizarre:.
hello dear friend!.
my name is natalia.
Good old Ibrahim.
I've been corresponding with him for a while, now. He sent me $25 million last week, but said he wanted to spread the rest around. I personally vouch for him. Good guy.