Posts by THE GLADIATOR

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Lady Lee- who are you, and what's YOUR story?

by theMadJW in

since they have fingered you as a mod, you should have a very interesting tale to tell; please do!.

Forgive the Watchtower!

by sabastious in

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i was abused by my father growing up.

physically and emotionally.. as a entered my adult life i had next to no self esteem, in part because he didn't really attempt to help me get some because i didn't chose the career path that he dreamed for me.. 2 years ago i forgave him.

i let go of the anger that i had for him because i knew that when it was all said and done, he did what he did and i believe that he did his best.

THE GLADIATOR

Spade

Maybe someone could explain. What did the Watchtower do?

They produced you!

Please correct me if I'm wrong and introduce yourself.

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Forgive the Watchtower!

by sabastious in

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i was abused by my father growing up.

physically and emotionally.. as a entered my adult life i had next to no self esteem, in part because he didn't really attempt to help me get some because i didn't chose the career path that he dreamed for me.. 2 years ago i forgave him.

i let go of the anger that i had for him because i knew that when it was all said and done, he did what he did and i believe that he did his best.

THE GLADIATOR

sabastious

I think it's time to forgive and forget and move on.

This is a moving post that touches me.

The truth is that we don't really forgive and we certainly can't forget. I prefer to say that we become mature enough to accept how people have acted and understand why they behaved as they did. Even though they affected our lives they were at the time struggling to make sense of their own.

Life is what it is and other people have their reasons. We also have ours. What we share is humanity; the ability to be selfish and also wonderful.

To come to an acceptance of what has hurt you and still see the value in life and people is a long hard journey.

Never underestimate your huge achievement.

Salute - sabastious

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Some respite from the usual subjects hammered out on the forum

by THE GLADIATOR in

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i no longer send postcards when i go on holiday.

i wait until i am home and write a satirical account of the holiday.

this is emailed to my friends.

THE GLADIATOR

Thanks RosePetal.

I have done many of these cards and may post one on the forum now and then.

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Some respite from the usual subjects hammered out on the forum

by THE GLADIATOR in

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i no longer send postcards when i go on holiday.

i wait until i am home and write a satirical account of the holiday.

this is emailed to my friends.

THE GLADIATOR

Thanks to you all for you comments and thanks for the pm Tammy.

There is no problem using my wife's real name. I was being unnecessarily secretive.

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Gentle JESUS, meek and mild . . .

by nicolaou in

okay, this is a subjective choice of scriptures but i'm throwing them out here for discussion.

what do these texts tell us about jesus?

remember, this is jesus in his own words!.

THE GLADIATOR

As shown below the occult is often misunderstood. Any belief in a supernatural being is occult Deleted dictionary definition due to p roblem with formatting but you can google Occult for yourselves

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Some respite from the usual subjects hammered out on the forum

by THE GLADIATOR in

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i no longer send postcards when i go on holiday.

i wait until i am home and write a satirical account of the holiday.

this is emailed to my friends.

THE GLADIATOR

I no longer send postcards when I go on holiday. I wait until I am home and write a satirical account of the holiday. This is emailed to my friends. It has gathered quite a following, so I thought I would share my last one with you. I live in southern England and satire is appreciated here. (I have changed my wife’s name to Rachel)

You may be amused or not - but it may give you some respite from the usual subjects hammered out on the forum.

Well Hello,

For all my sins, I have been forced to go away on yet another holiday. This time two weeks in a charming stone cottage nestling just above Ambleside in the Lake District . Just the place for Lakeland Lovers - they only provide the lakes. We were fortunate enough to enjoy a heat wave, no rain for two weeks and still light at 11.00pm ‘up Narth.’

Over the two weeks we covered 1,000 miles by car, in all, and 140 miles on foot, mostly over mountains. Rachel won’t tie her laces for anything less than 10 miles. Onwards and upwards, I focused on Rachel’s small but beautifully formed behind and blocked out the fatigue.

‘Such beauty makes me philosophical,’ I declared, as I absorbed the breathtaking scenery.

‘Full of something,’ she replied.

Using up energy faster than a leaking well head, we climbed into the realms of the gods. Over the Old Man of Coniston, Langdale Pikes, Wansfell, Wast Water, Irton Fell, Borrowdale, Aira Force et al, we climbed a stair every day.

Complete strangers greeted us. I put it down to the high altitude.

‘Why is everyone pretending to be nice?’ I asked Rachel.

‘People are nice,’ she assured me.

Unconvinced, and with much effort, I strove to be nice for the whole holiday; More of a challenge than the walking. I stopped to give a hiker a lift.

‘Why are you stopping for him?’ Rachel asked.

‘Because I am being nice,’ I replied, with a Tony Blair smile.

Our evenings were spent savouring the softer side of life and planning our next conquest. Ambleside is a quaint Victorian town, full of delightful restaurants which have considerately raised their prices to meet the expectations of tourists.

On TV we watched BP trying to cap the well. They seem unable to produce a cap that fits tightly and won't leak or blow out. I am so glad they don’t make condoms!

Before our sojourn, I had acquired two walking poles; not to be confused with walking sticks.

‘You will look ridiculous!’ Rachel declared.

‘Looking ridiculous is something I have long become accustomed to. Just being here is an achievement.’

I explained that they enabled me to spread the exertion through my whole body, providing balance, exercise and stress reduction by employing my upper limbs.

‘You mean using your arms,’ she replied.

Ah! The beauty of simplicity.

As the miles passed and I vaulted up the inclines, Rachel became more contrite. It appeared that all the serious walkers were employing their upper limbs. After 10 days, a breakthrough. She agreed to sample my mobility aides and now wants some of her own!

My original 20 year old walking boots, which I should have placed in a museum, finally met their end on the stony walk over The Old Man of Coniston, and fell apart. An omen perhaps?

‘You’re very fit for an older man,’ Rachel remarked.

‘You’re very fit yourself,’ I replied sparingly.

Despite our evening excesses, I lost 5 pounds. Rachel lost nothing, being perfected already.

One minute’s walk from the cottage was a rustic organic wine store run by a charming Italian ‘ Uomo. ’ I spent so much time there that Rachel began asking questions.

Saturday morning came too fast. Suntanned, sated, sober and chastened, we thrust ourselves back down the motorway to rejoin reality. We have climbed every mountain, forded every stream and I have found my dream - the fragrant Rachel. Despite her best efforts, she was unable to out-walk me and my poles.

I hope this satirical postcard finds you well and that you too will find time to make a grape escape and reconnect with your passion for the stuff of dreams.

Take care

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NOW how do you view the Future?

by theMadJW in

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casting aside what little you learned about god and christ- are you thrilled with the future of mankind?.

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This is a good thread and I have enjoyed all you comments.

I don't feel able to contribute at the moment but thanks for the entertainment.

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Gentle JESUS, meek and mild . . .

by nicolaou in

okay, this is a subjective choice of scriptures but i'm throwing them out here for discussion.

what do these texts tell us about jesus?

remember, this is jesus in his own words!.

THE GLADIATOR

Then I stalked out to my car and spent the next hour fruitlessly trying to figure out why the $@@%$#% thing wouldn't start.

The moral of this story is - get a decent car!

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Christians: Do you believe Jesus is the only way?

by sabastious in

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i was walking around town and a guy on a bike comes up to and shoves a cardboard bum sign in my face with "jesus is the only way" written in classy sharpy marker.. check out this scripture:.

john 14: 6 - jesus answered, "i am the way and the truth and the life.

no one comes to the father except through me.. according to this scripture the guy's sharpy message was correct.. do you believe this message?.

THE GLADIATOR

Thanks Tammy.

I have my little flare ups, but have had a stronger lid made for my box to keep me in check.