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  New Blood Card has been printed and is......

  by Jourles in

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  ....due out in june of 2011. this is what it will boil down to in another nine years imo.

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  The_Bad_Seed

  Thats funny -- I'd like to see a doctored field service slip
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  Wanted - Pics for Nefarious Purpose

  by Stephanus in

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  i've got a little project going and need a reasonable pic of ted jaracz, preferably full face.

  some decent pics of some of the more outspoken apostates with websites, such as kent, randy are needed too...

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  I knew MikeMusto was the paparazzi commando that leaned his head over my fence and snapped my picture last week! Friends, run for your lives! The Bad Seed has reared his ugly head, or should I say, The Bad Seed's head is an ugly rear!

  Mike will be hearing from my lawyer shortly, and I do not appreciate this flagrant misuse of my picture on the internet.

  Edited by - the_bad_Seed on 11 July 2002 17:15:56
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  The Man In The Middle

  by larc in

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  yesterday, i was thinking about amazing's very insightful elder series.

  today, i read dungbeetle's thoughtful post on culpability.

  this led me to write about the elder situation from somewhat of a different perspective.

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  The_Bad_Seed

  Co-incidentally, just last week, I started referring to the Elders as Wholesalers.
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  Youths - How Will You Waste Your Life?

  by Simon in

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  this was a bi-fold leaflet given out at the uk district conventions (and only available at the dc).

  i guess the throw-away size stuff is handier to ... well, throw away).

  edited by - simon on 11 july 2002 16:41:33.

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  The_Bad_Seed

  What a load of poo
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  My Mantra For All To Read

  by The_Bad_Seed in

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  my hands .

  my spirit .

  my sky .

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  The_Bad_Seed

  I am. I think. I will.

  My hands . . . My spirit . . . My sky . . . My forest . . . This earth of mine . . . .

  What must I say besides? These are the words. This is the answer.

  I stand here on the summit of the mountain. I lift my head and I spread my arms. This, my body and spirit, this is the end of the quest. I wished to know the meaning of things. I am the meaning. I wished to find a warrant for being. I need no warrant for being, and no word of sanction upon my being. I am the warrant and the sanction.

  It is my eyes which see, and the sight of my eyes grants beauty to the earth. It is my ears which hear, and the hearing of my ears gives its song to the world. It is my mind which thinks, and the judgment of my mind is the only searchlight that can find the truth. It is my will which chooses, and the choice of my will is the only edict I must respect.

  Many words have been granted me, and some are wise, and some are false, but only three are holy: "I will it!"

  Whatever road I take, the guiding star is within me; the guiding star and the loadstone which point the way. They point in but one direction. They point to me.

  I know not if this earth on which I stand is the core of the universe or if it is but a speck of dust lost in eternity. I know not and I care not. For I know what happiness is possible to me on earth. And my happiness needs no higher aim to vindicate it. My happiness is not the means to any end. It is the end. It is its own goal. It is its own purpose.

  Neither am I the means to any end others may wish to accomplish. I am not a tool for their use. I am not a servant of their needs. I am not a bandage for their wounds. I am not a sacrifice on their altars.

  I am a man. This miracle of me is mine to own and keep, and mine to guard, and mine to use, and mine to kneel before!

  I do not surrender my treasures, nor do I share them. The fortune of my spirit is not to be blown into coins of brass and flung to the winds as alms for the poor of the spirit. I guard my treasures: my thought, my will, my freedom. And the greatest of these is freedom.

  I owe nothing to my brothers, nor do I gather debts from them. I ask none to live for me, nor do I live for any others. I covet no man's soul, nor is my soul theirs to covet.

  I am neither foe nor friend to my brothers, but such as each of them shall deserve of me. And to earn my love, my brothers must do more than to have been born. I do not grant my love without reason, nor to any chance passer-by who may wish to claim it. I honor men with my love. But honor is a thing to be earned.

  I shall choose friends among men, but neither slaves nor masters. And I shall choose only such as please me, and them I shall love and respect, but neither command nor obey. And we shall join our hands when we wish, or walk alone when we so desire. For in the temple of his spirit, each man is alone. Let each man keep his temple untouched and undefiled. Then let him join hands with others if he wishes, but only beyond his holy threshold.

  For the word "We" must never be spoken, save by one's choice and as a second thought. This word must never be placed first within man's soul, else it becomes a monster, the root of all the evils on earth, the root of man's torture by men, and an unspeakable lie.

  The word "We" is as lime poured over men, which sets and hardens to stone, and crushes all beneath it, and that which is white and that which is black are lost equally in the grey of it. It is the word by which the depraved steal the virtue of the good, by which the weak steal the might of the strong, by which the fools steal the wisdom of the sages.

  What is my joy if all hands, even the unclean, can reach into it? What is my wisdom, if even the fools can dictate to me? What is my freedom, if all creatures, even the botched and impotent, are my masters? What is my life, if I am but to bow, to agree, and to obey?

  But I am done with this creed of corruption.

  I am done with the monster of "We," the word of serfdom, of plunder, of misery, falsehood and shame.

  And now I see the face of god, and I raise this god over the earth, this god whom men have sought since men came into being, this god who will grant them joy and peace and pride.

  This god, this one word:

  "I."

  Taken from Ayn Rands "Anthem", Chapter Eleven.
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  Full Moon

  by OUTLAW in

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  i was watching the space channel last night,they said north america rises 6 inch`s on a full moon.i wonder if alanf`s cyber hat gets any bigger on a full moon.mighty fancy hat there alanf..lol...outlaw

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  I was watching the space channel last night,they said North America rises 6 inch`s on a full moon

  I wish I could only say the same for myself...
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  I need some funny answers......

  by Europe in

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  who can help me to give me some funny answers to the questions below.

  these questions were emailed to me by a (fanatic j.w.

  ) email"friend" who is probably fed up with me questioning him about his organization re.

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  The_Bad_Seed

  Ah the mysterious symbol...

  MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH

  *cough*
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  New 'Worship' Book - senseless re-h...

  by eyeslice in

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  there have been a few threads on the missing chapters in the new book, worship the only true god compared with the old united in worship book (first published 1983).

  with the missing chapters you can draw your own conclusions as to why they have been omitted at least there isnt any ambiguity.. other chapters of the book are almost identical to the old, with some bits being omitted, other being re-worded and others being copied word for word.

  so heres where the problems comes in.

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  The_Bad_Seed

  *turns up his Manfred Mans Earth Band album*
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  JANH to perish some other day!

  by The_Bad_Seed in

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  it seems as if the one calling "herself" janh surivived my decidedly poorly planned attack yesterday evening, by countering my spell with a terrifyingly more powerful spell, one that involved (sadly, i have suffered dearly for mistaking the sex of my enemy) a bottle of omega 3-6-9 oil, some sand, and a large dog.. needless to say, i will spend the rest of july roaming the silent, lonely and dim lit halls of our local hospital with the elderly and infirmed in a wheelchair, and am now communicating to you all ala stephen hawking.

  it smells of cancerous death here.. wounded, i slink back to my chambers.

  janh is not the woman i thought he was.

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  Zounds! Just yesterday I had passed up cornflakes for Golden Grahams coupons reasons! I'll get you yet you dastardly manthing!
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  I need some funny answers......

  by Europe in

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  who can help me to give me some funny answers to the questions below.

  these questions were emailed to me by a (fanatic j.w.

  ) email"friend" who is probably fed up with me questioning him about his organization re.

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  The_Bad_Seed

  Number 11: Although nobody supports these specualtions, I strongly feel that the world will resemble a large bra by 2102.

  Number 3: No, my mother was a Bhuddist, and my father was an extremely opposed cheesecake.

  Number 4: Yes, although not intentionally. My sister was a member of the blind baseball players association, and bore the habit of swinging large heavy baseball bats around frequently.

  Number 5: As a matter of fact, I've had quite a few. This is why I was removed as an elder.

  Number 10: We are all sent to an ampitheatre in something closely resembling hell, of where, Ted Nugent is King, and we all ride on guitars with big hats like the pope wears.

  Number 9: I do, but only after having seen the transition of JANH go from female to male in a matter of hours. There is no God.