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The Right Reverend Newbomb Turk
wrote:
>WHITEHALL, Ala. (Reuters) - H. Rap Brown, a 1960s black militant who fled
>Atlanta last week after being accused of killing a sheriff's deputy, was
>arrested late Monday night outside a small town in central Alabama, police
>said.
>
>Brown, who now goes by the name Jamil Abdullah Al-Amin, was captured in the
>woods near Whitehall after law enforcement officers tracked him to a nearby
>house, police said.
>
>Several other people were detained on suspicion of harboring a fugitive from
>justice.
>
>"Mr. Al-Amin was taken into custody without any injuries to law enforcement
>officers or without any injuries to Mr. Al-Amin," Atlanta Police Chief
>Beverly Harvard told reporters at a hastily called press conference in
>Atlanta on Monday night.
>
>Harvard added that some shots had been fired during the arrest.
>
>Al-Amin was taken to Montgomery, Alabama late Monday and will appear in
>court on Tuesday, the Federal Bureau of Investigation said in a statement.
>
>Al-Amin, who was once linked to the Black Panthers, had been the focus of an
>intensive manhunt since Thursday night when he allegedly shot Fulton County
>deputy sheriffs Ricky Kinchen and Aldranon English as they tried to arrest
>him for receiving stolen property, impersonating an officer and not having
>proof of insurance.
>
>Kinchen died in hospital on Friday. English is recovering from multiple
>gunshot wounds to his thigh, arm and right side.
>
>Harvard said Al-Amin would be brought back to Atlanta to face a murder
>charge in Kinchen's death as well as other charges related to last week's
>deadly shootout. She said police had recovered a weapon during Al-Amin's
>arrest, but noted that it was not the gun used to shoot the deputies.
>
>Al-Amin succeeded Stokely Carmichael as head of the Student Nonviolent
>Coordinating Committee (SNCC), which was formed in 1960. It became
>increasingly militant through the 1960s and dissolved in 1970. He was named
>an honorary member of the Black Panther Party in 1968 during a short-lived
>attempted merger of the two radical black groups.
>
>At a news conference in 1967, Brown defended black militancy saying: "I say
>violence is necessary. It is as American as cherry pie."
>
>He served prison time for a gun battle with New York City police and
>converted to Islam while in jail. Al-Amin has run a grocery store and been a
>leader of west-end Atlanta's Muslim community since his 1976 release from
>prison.
>
>Neighbors credited Al-Amin, described by friends as a humble and respectful
>man, for working to clean up drugs and prostitution in the low-income
>neighborhood.
>
2 questions come to mind here.
1) Does Georgia have the death penalty in place? Since he is being
return there, one presumes he will go on trial there. Or, with the
killing of a Police Officer, will this go Federal?
2) How fast can Georgia get this piece of shit to the gas
chamber/lethal injection?
The Right Reverend Newbomb Turk
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sheets
>
> 1) Does Georgia have the death penalty in place? Since he is being
> return there, one presumes he will go on trial there. Or, with the
> killing of a Police Officer, will this go Federal?
>
> 2) How fast can Georgia get this piece of shit to the gas
> chamber/lethal injection?
Third Question: How soon will our resident Whiner, Irish Mick start
bitching about our inherent racism?
esaeger
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[hits remote, Mikey stops ambling toward Sheets]
[turns Mikey in other direction]
We're not speaking to them anymore, Mikey. Don't you read the
must-reads?
[hits remote again]
That way. Get Hogarth. Crush! Kill! Destroy!
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sheets
> >start bitching about our inherent racism?
>
> [hits remote, Mikey stops ambling toward Sheets]
> [turns Mikey in other direction]
>
> We're not speaking to them anymore, Mikey. Don't you read the
> must-reads?
>
> [hits remote again]
>
> That way. Get Hogarth. Crush! Kill! Destroy!
I don't know who Hogarth is, but it is my opinion that he has little
to worry about.
Seafood
The Right Reverend Newbomb Turk wrote in message <38d98064.44000443@news>...
|On Tue, 21 Mar 2000 13:53:46 GMT, "sheets" <she...@midsouth.rr.com>
|wrote:
|
|>WHITEHALL, Ala. (Reuters) - H. Rap Brown, a 1960s black militant who fled
|
|
|1) Does Georgia have the death penalty in place? Since he is being
|return there, one presumes he will go on trial there. Or, with the
|killing of a Police Officer, will this go Federal?
|
|2) How fast can Georgia get this piece of shit to the gas
|chamber/lethal injection?
|
the niggers arrive on in Atlanta...ie...THE Rev Al Sharpton....
The Right Reverend Newbomb Turk
wrote:
When H.Rap gets the lethal dose, does this mean that we get another
Monday off?
The Right Reverend Newbomb Turk
The Right Reverend Newbomb Turk
wrote:
>
>The Right Reverend Newbomb Turk wrote in message <38d98064.44000443@news>...
>|On Tue, 21 Mar 2000 13:53:46 GMT, "sheets" <she...@midsouth.rr.com>
>|wrote:
>|
>|>WHITEHALL, Ala. (Reuters) - H. Rap Brown, a 1960s black militant who fled
>|
>|2 questions come to mind here.
>|
>|1) Does Georgia have the death penalty in place? Since he is being
>|return there, one presumes he will go on trial there. Or, with the
>|killing of a Police Officer, will this go Federal?
>|
>|2) How fast can Georgia get this piece of shit to the gas
>|chamber/lethal injection?
>|
>May I add a third....what flight will that protector/mediator of
>the niggers arrive on in Atlanta...ie...THE Rev Al Sharpton....
>
When is Jesse Jackass expected to join this shindig?
John Rocker
wrote:
>> We're not speaking to them anymore, Mikey. Don't you read the
>> must-reads?
>> [hits remote again]
>> That way. Get Hogarth. Crush! Kill! Destroy!
>I don't know who Hogarth is, but it is my opinion that he has little
>to worry about.
Not from those weenies anyway.
Lee Jackson Beauregard
"sheets" <she...@midsouth.rr.com> wrote:
>> 2 questions come to mind here.
>>
>> 1) Does Georgia have the death penalty in place? Since he is being
>> return there, one presumes he will go on trial there. Or, with the
>> killing of a Police Officer, will this go Federal?
>>
>> 2) How fast can Georgia get this piece of shit to the gas
>> chamber/lethal injection?
[piggybacking, since I didn't get the original article; alas, "sheets,"
being a fuckhead, snipped the attribution]
1) Jawja uses the electric chair.
2) I don't see this going Federal. Had the cop shot back, now....
3) Fuckhaid.
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Seafood
The Right Reverend Newbomb Turk wrote in message <38d8d95a.11494616@news>...
|On Tue, 21 Mar 2000 13:05:41 -0800, "Seafood" <na...@sanctum.com>
|wrote:
|
|>
|>The Right Reverend Newbomb Turk wrote in message
<38d98064.44000443@news>...
|>|On Tue, 21 Mar 2000 13:53:46 GMT, "sheets" <she...@midsouth.rr.com>
|>|wrote:
|>|
|>|>WHITEHALL, Ala. (Reuters) - H. Rap Brown, a 1960s black militant who
fled
|>|
|>|
|>|1) Does Georgia have the death penalty in place? Since he is being
|>|return there, one presumes he will go on trial there. Or, with the
|>|killing of a Police Officer, will this go Federal?
|>|
|>|2) How fast can Georgia get this piece of shit to the gas
|>|chamber/lethal injection?
|>|
|
|>the niggers arrive on in Atlanta...ie...THE Rev Al Sharpton....
|>
|
|When is Jesse Jackass expected to join this shindig?
|
fucking H. Rap Brown and the bullshit he did/caused in the 60's..
I hope they fry/lynch his black ass...
Seafood
>>|wrote:
>>|
>>|>WHITEHALL, Ala. (Reuters) - H. Rap Brown, a 1960s black militant who
fled
>>|
>>|2 questions come to mind here.
>>|
>>|1) Does Georgia have the death penalty in place? Since he is being
>>|return there, one presumes he will go on trial there. Or, with the
>>|killing of a Police Officer, will this go Federal?
>>|
>>|2) How fast can Georgia get this piece of shit to the gas
>>|chamber/lethal injection?
>>|
>
>>the niggers arrive on in Atlanta...ie...THE Rev Al Sharpton....
>>
>
>When is Jesse Jackass expected to join this shindig?
Just saw a news item....the good Rev Al will have
a 10 day delay getting to Atlanta...turning hisself into
custody in Atlantic City, NJ to begin a 10 day sentence
for one of his public appearances....Yea...New Jersey!
John Rocker
wrote:
>Just saw a news item....the good Rev Al will have
>a 10 day delay getting to Atlanta...turning hisself into
>custody in Atlantic City, NJ to begin a 10 day sentence
>for one of his public appearances....Yea...New Jersey!
I heard he got out after two hours.
The Right Reverend Newbomb Turk
wrote:
>|>|>WHITEHALL, Ala. (Reuters) - H. Rap Brown, a 1960s black militant who
>fled
>|>|
>|>|2 questions come to mind here.
>|>|
>|>|1) Does Georgia have the death penalty in place? Since he is being
>|>|return there, one presumes he will go on trial there. Or, with the
>|>|killing of a Police Officer, will this go Federal?
>|>|
>|>|2) How fast can Georgia get this piece of shit to the gas
>|>|chamber/lethal injection?
>|>|
>|
>|>May I add a third....what flight will that protector/mediator of
>|>the niggers arrive on in Atlanta...ie...THE Rev Al Sharpton....
>|>
>|
>|When is Jesse Jackass expected to join this shindig?
>|
> I think we can expect an NAACP parade. I vividly remember that
>fucking H. Rap Brown and the bullshit he did/caused in the 60's..
>I hope they fry/lynch his black ass...
>
I saw a snippet of Al Sharpton on the news last night, but the sound
was turned down. I presume that he is already planning his war with
the police by now.
The Right Reverend Newbomb Turk
The Right Reverend Newbomb Turk
wrote:
>>>|>WHITEHALL, Ala. (Reuters) - H. Rap Brown, a 1960s black militant who
>fled
>>>|
>>>|2 questions come to mind here.
>>>|
>>>|1) Does Georgia have the death penalty in place? Since he is being
>>>|return there, one presumes he will go on trial there. Or, with the
>>>|killing of a Police Officer, will this go Federal?
>>>|
>>>|2) How fast can Georgia get this piece of shit to the gas
>>>|chamber/lethal injection?
>>>|
>>
>>Jack>May I add a third....what flight will that protector/mediator of
>>>the niggers arrive on in Atlanta...ie...THE Rev Al Sharpton....
>>>
>>
>>When is Jesse Jackass expected to join this shindig?
>>The Right Reverend Newbomb Turk
>
>Just saw a news item....the good Rev Al will have
>a 10 day delay getting to Atlanta...turning hisself into
>custody in Atlantic City, NJ to begin a 10 day sentence
>for one of his public appearances....Yea...New Jersey!
>
Too bad he can't stay there for the rest of his life.
dav...@attglobal.net
>>>|On Tue, 21 Mar 2000 13:53:46 GMT, "sheets" <she...@midsouth.rr.com>
>>>|wrote:
>>>|
>>>|>WHITEHALL, Ala. (Reuters) - H. Rap Brown, a 1960s black militant who
>fled
>>>|
>>>|2 questions come to mind here.
>>>|
>>>|1) Does Georgia have the death penalty in place? Since he is being
>>>|return there, one presumes he will go on trial there. Or, with the
>>>|killing of a Police Officer, will this go Federal?
>>>|
>>>|2) How fast can Georgia get this piece of shit to the gas
>>>|chamber/lethal injection?
>>>|
>>
>>Jack>May I add a third....what flight will that protector/mediator of
>>>the niggers arrive on in Atlanta...ie...THE Rev Al Sharpton....
>>>
>>
>>When is Jesse Jackass expected to join this shindig?
>>The Right Reverend Newbomb Turk
>Just saw a news item....the good Rev Al will have
>a 10 day delay getting to Atlanta...turning hisself into custody in
>Atlantic City, NJ to begin a 10 day sentence for one of his public
>appearances....Yea...New Jersey!
ROFLMFAO, I guess New Jersey isn't totally fucking worthless after
all.
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dav...@attglobal.net
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dav...@attglobal.net
>> 2 questions come to mind here.
>>
>> 1) Does Georgia have the death penalty in place? Since he is being
>> return there, one presumes he will go on trial there. Or, with the
>> killing of a Police Officer, will this go Federal?
>>
>> 2) How fast can Georgia get this piece of shit to the gas
>> chamber/lethal injection?
>Third Question: How soon will our resident Whiner, Irish Mick start
>bitching about our inherent racism?
Fourth Question: Who gives a shit?
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dav...@attglobal.net
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dav...@attglobal.net
at 02:13 PM, new...@home.com (The Right Reverend Newbomb Turk)
said:
>>WHITEHALL, Ala. (Reuters) - H. Rap Brown, a 1960s black militant who fled
>>Atlanta last week after being accused of killing a sheriff's deputy, was
>>arrested late Monday night outside a small town in central Alabama, police
>>said.
>2 questions come to mind here.
>1) Does Georgia have the death penalty in place? Since he is being
>return there, one presumes he will go on trial there. Or, with the
>killing of a Police Officer, will this go Federal?
>2) How fast can Georgia get this piece of shit to the gas
>chamber/lethal injection?
This convicted felon was arrested several years ago in possession of a
gun, a federal felony. Naturally the Feds did nothing. Which brings
another question to mind.
3) Why do the worthless Liberals always want to disarm the average
law-abiding citizen instead of getting criminal scum off the streets?
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dav...@attglobal.net
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dav...@attglobal.net
at 01:24 AM, new...@home.com (The Right Reverend Newbomb Turk)
said:
>On Thu, 23 Mar 2000 17:52:01 -0700, dav...@attglobal.net wrote:
>>>>>|>WHITEHALL, Ala. (Reuters) - H. Rap Brown, a 1960s black militant who
>>>fled
>>>>>|
>>>>>|2 questions come to mind here.
>>>>>|
>>>>>|1) Does Georgia have the death penalty in place? Since he is being
>>>>>|return there, one presumes he will go on trial there. Or, with the
>>>>>|killing of a Police Officer, will this go Federal?
>>>>>|
>>>>>|2) How fast can Georgia get this piece of shit to the gas
>>>>>|chamber/lethal injection?
>>>>>|
>>>>
>>>>Jack>May I add a third....what flight will that protector/mediator of
>>>>>the niggers arrive on in Atlanta...ie...THE Rev Al Sharpton....
>>>>>
>>>>
>>>>When is Jesse Jackass expected to join this shindig?
>>>>The Right Reverend Newbomb Turk
>>
>>>Just saw a news item....the good Rev Al will have
>>>a 10 day delay getting to Atlanta...turning hisself into custody in
>>>Atlantic City, NJ to begin a 10 day sentence for one of his public
>>>appearances....Yea...New Jersey!
>>
>>ROFLMFAO, I guess New Jersey isn't totally fucking worthless after
>>all.
>Too fucking bad he did not get a stretch in Rikers Island in Naw
>Yawk.
A bit of time on a chain gang down South would do him more good.
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Glodbreg
>was turned down. I presume that he is already planning his war with
>the police by now.
My guess is that he'll lose.
Too bad.
The Right Reverend Newbomb Turk
>>>>|>WHITEHALL, Ala. (Reuters) - H. Rap Brown, a 1960s black militant who
>>fled
>>>>|
>>>>|2 questions come to mind here.
>>>>|
>>>>|1) Does Georgia have the death penalty in place? Since he is being
>>>>|return there, one presumes he will go on trial there. Or, with the
>>>>|killing of a Police Officer, will this go Federal?
>>>>|
>>>>|2) How fast can Georgia get this piece of shit to the gas
>>>>|chamber/lethal injection?
>>>>|
>>>
>>>Jack>May I add a third....what flight will that protector/mediator of
>>>>the niggers arrive on in Atlanta...ie...THE Rev Al Sharpton....
>>>>
>>>
>>>When is Jesse Jackass expected to join this shindig?
>>>The Right Reverend Newbomb Turk
>
>>Just saw a news item....the good Rev Al will have
>>a 10 day delay getting to Atlanta...turning hisself into custody in
>>Atlantic City, NJ to begin a 10 day sentence for one of his public
>>appearances....Yea...New Jersey!
>
>ROFLMFAO, I guess New Jersey isn't totally fucking worthless after
>all.
Too fucking bad he did not get a stretch in Rikers Island in Naw Yawk.
The Right Reverend Newbomb Turk
The Right Reverend Newbomb Turk
When are one of these burnt-tennis-ball-head fuckwits, gonna be
important enough, when they come out on the losing end of a police
shoot-out, that it gets us another Monday off?
John Rocker
Newbomb Turk) wrote:
>>>Just saw a news item....the good Rev Al will have
>>>a 10 day delay getting to Atlanta...turning hisself into custody in
>>>Atlantic City, NJ to begin a 10 day sentence for one of his public
>>>appearances....Yea...New Jersey!
>>ROFLMFAO, I guess New Jersey isn't totally fucking worthless after
>>all.
>Too fucking bad he did not get a stretch in Rikers Island in Naw Yawk.
Emphasis on stretch....
The Right Reverend Newbomb Turk
>>>WHITEHALL, Ala. (Reuters) - H. Rap Brown, a 1960s black militant who fled
>>>Atlanta last week after being accused of killing a sheriff's deputy, was
>>>arrested late Monday night outside a small town in central Alabama, police
>>>said.
>
>>2 questions come to mind here.
>
>>1) Does Georgia have the death penalty in place? Since he is being
>>return there, one presumes he will go on trial there. Or, with the
>>killing of a Police Officer, will this go Federal?
>
>>2) How fast can Georgia get this piece of shit to the gas
>>chamber/lethal injection?
>
>This convicted felon was arrested several years ago in possession of a
>gun, a federal felony. Naturally the Feds did nothing. Which brings
>another question to mind.
>
>3) Why do the worthless Liberals always want to disarm the average
>law-abiding citizen instead of getting criminal scum off the streets?
>
So fuckhead scumbags like H.Rap will not have any trouble when they
try to commit crimes against Whitey.
The Right Reverend Newbomb Turk
>>>>>>|>WHITEHALL, Ala. (Reuters) - H. Rap Brown, a 1960s black militant who
>>>>fled
>>>>>>|
>>>>>>|2 questions come to mind here.
>>>>>>|
>>>>>>|1) Does Georgia have the death penalty in place? Since he is being
>>>>>>|return there, one presumes he will go on trial there. Or, with the
>>>>>>|killing of a Police Officer, will this go Federal?
>>>>>>|
>>>>>>|2) How fast can Georgia get this piece of shit to the gas
>>>>>>|chamber/lethal injection?
>>>>>>|
>>>>>
>>>>>Jack>May I add a third....what flight will that protector/mediator of
>>>>>>the niggers arrive on in Atlanta...ie...THE Rev Al Sharpton....
>>>>>>
>>>>>
>>>>>When is Jesse Jackass expected to join this shindig?
>>>>>The Right Reverend Newbomb Turk
>>>
>>>>Just saw a news item....the good Rev Al will have
>>>>a 10 day delay getting to Atlanta...turning hisself into custody in
>>>>Atlantic City, NJ to begin a 10 day sentence for one of his public
>>>>appearances....Yea...New Jersey!
>>>
>>>ROFLMFAO, I guess New Jersey isn't totally fucking worthless after
>>>all.
>
>>Too fucking bad he did not get a stretch in Rikers Island in Naw
>>Yawk.
>
>A bit of time on a chain gang down South would do him more good.
>
Has the shitskin cavalry shown up yet?
dav...@attglobal.net
at 01:39 PM, new...@home.com (The Right Reverend Newbomb Turk)
said:
>On Thu, 23 Mar 2000 17:37:04 -0700, dav...@attglobal.net wrote:
>>>>WHITEHALL, Ala. (Reuters) - H. Rap Brown, a 1960s black militant who fled
>>>>Atlanta last week after being accused of killing a sheriff's deputy, was
>>>>arrested late Monday night outside a small town in central Alabama, police
>>>>said.
>>
>>>2 questions come to mind here.
>>
>>>1) Does Georgia have the death penalty in place? Since he is being
>>>return there, one presumes he will go on trial there. Or, with the
>>>killing of a Police Officer, will this go Federal?
>>
>>>2) How fast can Georgia get this piece of shit to the gas
>>>chamber/lethal injection?
>>
>>This convicted felon was arrested several years ago in possession of a
>>gun, a federal felony. Naturally the Feds did nothing. Which brings
>>another question to mind.
>>
>>3) Why do the worthless Liberals always want to disarm the average
>>law-abiding citizen instead of getting criminal scum off the streets?
>>
>So fuckhead scumbags like H.Rap will not have any trouble when they
>try to commit crimes against Whitey.
>
They'll never admit it, but I believe you're correct.
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please join in.
John Winston.
Glodbreg
>gun, a federal felony. Naturally the Feds did nothing. Which brings
>another question to mind.
The feds are more interested in reviewing tax forms and making sure that
lazy deadbeats have a free income.
Glodbreg
The Right Reverend Newbomb Turk wrote in message <38e1c439.16870037@news>...
>When are one of these burnt-tennis-ball-head fuckwits, gonna be
>important enough, when they come out on the losing end of a police
>shoot-out, that it gets us another Monday off?
June 19th is the day tht news of the Emancipation Proclamation reached Texas
and is referred to the locals and Juneteenth. when it rolls around, you
can't find a janitor, dishwasher, or anyone to clean the heads.
The Right Reverend Newbomb Turk
>>>>>WHITEHALL, Ala. (Reuters) - H. Rap Brown, a 1960s black militant who fled
>>>>>Atlanta last week after being accused of killing a sheriff's deputy, was
>>>>>arrested late Monday night outside a small town in central Alabama, police
>>>>>said.
>>>
>>>>2 questions come to mind here.
>>>
>>>>1) Does Georgia have the death penalty in place? Since he is being
>>>>return there, one presumes he will go on trial there. Or, with the
>>>>killing of a Police Officer, will this go Federal?
>>>
>>>>2) How fast can Georgia get this piece of shit to the gas
>>>>chamber/lethal injection?
>>>
>>>This convicted felon was arrested several years ago in possession of a
>>>gun, a federal felony. Naturally the Feds did nothing. Which brings
>>>another question to mind.
>>>
>>>3) Why do the worthless Liberals always want to disarm the average
>>>law-abiding citizen instead of getting criminal scum off the streets?
>>>
>>So fuckhead scumbags like H.Rap will not have any trouble when they
>>try to commit crimes against Whitey.
>>
>
>They'll never admit it, but I believe you're correct.
>
Fucking liberals and our "free press" would never admit to how much
they kiss a shitskin's ass.
The Right Reverend Newbomb Turk
The Right Reverend Newbomb Turk
<Dri...@worldnet.att.net> wrote:
>>This convicted felon was arrested several years ago in possession of a
>>gun, a federal felony. Naturally the Feds did nothing. Which brings
>>another question to mind.
>
>The feds are more interested in reviewing tax forms and making sure that
>lazy deadbeats have a free income.
>
Seen the long census form yet? You are being audited by the Feds. We
got the long form last time, and I refused to fill it out.
Gotta make sure that we have our "history month"...which occurs on
April 15th of each year.
The Right Reverend Newbomb Turk
<Dri...@worldnet.att.net> wrote:
>>When are one of these burnt-tennis-ball-head fuckwits, gonna be
>>important enough, when they come out on the losing end of a police
>>shoot-out, that it gets us another Monday off?
>
>June 19th is the day tht news of the Emancipation Proclamation reached Texas
>and is referred to the locals and Juneteenth. when it rolls around, you
>can't find a janitor, dishwasher, or anyone to clean the heads.
>
Funny, I thought April 15th was the day. It sure holds a lot of
significance to them...
Steve Henderson
"The Right Reverend Newbomb Turk" <new...@home.com> wrote in message
news:38e47bd7.18403256@news...
> >June 19th is the day tht news of the Emancipation Proclamation reached
Texas
> >and is referred to the locals and Juneteenth. when it rolls around, you
> >can't find a janitor, dishwasher, or anyone to clean the heads.
>
> Funny, I thought April 15th was the day. It sure holds a lot of
> significance to them...
How in the hell is April 15th going to be "Juneteenth"?
John F. Winston
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.....................................................................
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by Robert Pellegrino-Estrich
Extracted from his book
The Miracle Man: The Life Story of Joco de Deus
Published in 1997 by Triad Publishers
Cairns, Queensland, Australia
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Thoughts of our origins and the purpose of our existence most often
occur in that brief moment before we slide into sleep state. When our
day's work is done, we watch the six o'clock news and grow weary from
too much television. In that dark, waiting state, between 'lights
out' and the welcome veil of sleep, our minds will often query the
reason for our being. I know I did!
I was just like you-hard-working, dedicated, ambitious-and after
twenty-five years of twelve-hour days I felt I had made it. A
successful businessman, the proud owner of several jewellery stores,
I enjoyed the fruits of my labour: a large waterfront home, luxury
apartment on the beach, investment properties, a Mercedes-Benz, and
private schooling for my two sons. But deep inside me I often felt
that life must have a greater purpose. Surely this could not be all
there was to it. Then one day, quite unexpectedly, the 'Lord tooketh
away'; actually, it was not the Lord, but some 'low life'-a common
thief who robbed one of my stores and reduced my materially wonderful
life to rubble.
As I sat staring at my empty shop, contemplating the consequences
of an insurance policy that would not cover the circumstance, I had
the first glimpse of how fragile, how futile a purely material life
really is.
It was in the following bleak months of receivership that I was
forced to look for a deeper meaning to life. When the world finally
stopped spinning and all I held dear was gone-marriage, wealth,
properties, income and, most of all, my self-worth-it was time to
look for another meaning; not, I hasten to add, the ritualism of
modern religions or the zealous fanaticism of the newborn breed.
My years of calculated commercialism left me with a permanent
factual attitude to life, so I needed proof in cold hard facts to
support any new beliefs.
I have been given the opportunity to observe, at first hand,
irrefutable proof of the reason for our existence. The contents of
this book are based on my personal observations.
Where we came from and where we are going are difficult questions
to contemplate in our modern-day rush for financial survival. That
bedlam between the Corn Flakes and the six o'clock news does not
provide much time for concerted thought. It takes time, quiet time,
and lots of it. It requires instruction, explanation and education on
a subject which is the antithesis of materialism; one which is totally
intangible, incomprehensible, another world-literally, another world.
As physical human beings, we require proof before we believe. I, for
most of my life, accepted only what I could see, feel, eat or put into
a cash register as real. I was the ultimate skeptic. On that memorable
day in January 1996 when I first squatted on the floor of the main hall
at Abadibnia, so closely I could touch the action; armed with SLR
camera and flash I watched earnestly for the 'hidden card', the sleight
of hand or the obvious 'set- up'. What I saw astounded me, as it
astounds countless thousands of first-timers. I saw Raul rise from his
wheelchair, after fifty years as a paraplegic, and walk. Still reeling
from disbelief, my incredulity received a coup de grbce when I witnessed
a tumour removal from a woman's eye by a blindfolded Joco, using only
a kitchen knife.
Now, having observed countless operations, healings and cures,
including my own lifelong affliction of chronic asthma, I am converting
those energies I wasted on scepticism and false sophistication to this
simple chronicle of a man's dedication to humanity, of a scale and
sincerity that defies our western logic.
We all need proof as a means of verification, but sometimes, even
when we see the evidence, we still find it difficult to accept because
its comprehension is contrary to our western upbringing. Such is the
situation with the cures of Joco Teixeira da Faria.
Joco is a humble man who has a twofold purpose in life: to heal the
sick; and to make people aware that we are here on Earth to improve
our level on the 'other side', to elevate and better the position of
our souls in the hereafter by what we do in this physical life.
Although Joco is probably the most observed, recorded and tested
healing medium ever to enter this physical world, it is difficult
for even the most dedicated author to compile a logical record of his
life. Information about his early life is scant. As a youth he was
more occupied with daily survival than recording dates and occurrences.
Even simple, chronological compilation of events in correct years of
occurrence is a frustrating endeavour. There are no records save
those in the memories of his associates, and they differ widely.
Joco himself is a poor source of precise details because he remembers
nothing of his actions whilst incorporated by spirit, and even when
he is disincorporated he is still partially under their controlling
guidance. Mediums of high elevation are, for the most part, attuned
to spirit levels all the time. Much like a television left on with
the volume turned low, they can still function but their attention is
diverted.
Even today, his works are a fast succession of miracles, performed
so quickly and with such frequency it is almost impossible to record
the details of one before another is underway. The sheer numbers of
people who seek his help allow little time for reflection or
maintenance of precise records. He operates and heals more people in
one day than a large Western hospital achieves in a month.
His staff members are all volunteers, but only one of them is
dedicated two days each week to administrative records.
And so, to the issue of proof.
We humans are strange creatures. Sometimes we see the evidence
but reject the explanation, grappling instead for our own one to fit
with our narrow, limited knowledge; preferably an explanation that
isn't going to rock our 'conscience boat' too much, that does not
require too much in the way of a radical life-change, and that does
not shake the shell of security that is our understanding and
perception. In light of the evidence in this book, there is no
alternative explanation.
Joco Teixeira da Faria is the living proof. He has been tested and
examined by the best scientific minds this planet can muster. He
permits and welcomes these investigations in the hope that they will
prove to everyone the existence of the spirit world and the
importance of living correctly in this life so as to elevate
ourselves in the next, instead of enduring a karmic penalty.
Joco dedicates his life to healing the sick and incurable, without
payment and without prejudice. He encourages the video recording of
his daily work and welcomes the observation of anyone, especially
medical doctors whose participation he particularly welcomes.
To see Joco pass his hand over the can-erous breast of a woman who
has been diagnosed with malignant carcinoma and then lift her
blouse to reveal a fresh incision, neatly stitched, and the tumour
gone, requires even the most reluctant observer to ask, "Who did
that?". The answer to this question is connected to the one we ask
ourselves on those dark quiet nights: "What's it all about?". Perhaps
the life story of this extraordinary man will help you find the answers
to those questions.
Joco Teixeira da Faria is arguably the most powerful medium alive
at this time and must surely rank amongst the greatest of the past
two thousand years.
A "medium", as defined by the Oxford Dictionary, is a person who
is "a spiritual intermediary between the living and the dead". Joco
not only communicates with spirit, he incorporates the spirit entity;
he is literally taken over by the spirit and, in doing so, loses
consciousness, 'waking' a few hours later without any knowledge of
his actions during the incorporation.
Whilst 'in entity', his body is used as a means of conducting
physical surgery and seemingly miraculous healing of the sick by
the spirit entities who work through him.
Joco's 'gift' is not hereditary. It is not a learned technique,
nor is it transferable to any other person. At the age of sixteen
he accepted the responsibility of devoting his life to spirit
incorporation for the purpose of healing the sick. He accepted a
lifelong /task that would demand much of him and frequently repay
him with abuse, personal deprivation, persecution and unlawful
incarceration. To be trusted with such an awesome responsibility
requires a strong, moral, righteous but humble person with
unquestionable integrity. As if these restrictions and puritan
criteria were not enough, he must also provide his service free of
any charge, lest he lose the gift.
Part 1.
John Winston. john...@mlode.com
Subject: Miracle Man Of Brazil. Part 2. Mar. 22, 2000.
I always say if it good enough for Shirley, it's good enough for me.
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To comprehend the enormity of his gift, and to understand the
amazing and true occurrences barely outlined in this book, you must
accept, albeit temporarily, the following beliefs:
1) We have all lived many lives before this one. We are incarnated,
and after this life we will be reincarnated again into another life.
(There are many well-documented cases of hypnotists taking countless
numbers of people back into past lives. They speak languages totally
foreign to them and they describe in detail places and lifestyles of
long ago, which are frequently proven correct by subsequent
investigation.)
2) If you remove the physical shell we call the body, what is left
is the real you: your soul, your spirit. This eternal essence is in
a perpetual state of improvement or deterioration depending on what
you do in each of your physical lives.
3) Free will is the only means by which the physical you, and
subsequently your soul, can improve its position after your demise.
4) Karma is the means by which you will pay your debt for wrongdoings
or be rewarded for your free-will choice of good in each life. If you
have killed, stolen, lied or cheated in a past life, chances are that
you will be suffering some malady or conflict in your current life.
Conversely, if you have been caring, considerate, honest and moral,
then your soul will have elevated and you will probably be a healthy,
well-balanced person.
5) There is a spirit world! It is much more complex than our physical
world. It is much more powerful and decidedly more beautiful for
those who have earned a place in it. It is multi-levelled and
multidimensional, to cater for the infinite number of development
stages through which souls pass. Of over 150 out-of-body, near-death
experiences surveyed by Kenneth Ring (author of Heading Towards
Omega: In Search of the Meanings of Near-Death Experience), all
reported similar observations, feelings and experiences to support
this belief.
6) Spirits, both good and bad, are with us all the time. So many of
those strange coincidences we experience (usually when we most
earnestly wish for them) are the result of thought generation picked
up by and acted upon by your guides, your spirit guides. It adds
new meaning to the biblical quotation, "Ask and ye shall receive".
7) Our human bodies are generated from and protected by energy
fields. There are seven corresponding layers, each with its own
density or frequency, and seven major chakras (spinning vortexes).
Some people can actually see these layers as auras. If we live
healthy, clean lives, our energy fields protect us very well.
Conversely, if we abuse ourselves with excesses of alcohol, drugs or
unclean living, the fields become weakened, will be attacked and
will attract undesirable attachments. Disease begins in these outer
layers and the fields lose their vibrancy (we often feel out of
sorts a few days before we actually become ill).
The mark of Joco's success is observable in the thousands who
flock to his hospital-style healing centre every Wednesday,
Thursday and Friday. When he travels, he heals as many as 25,000
in three days. The sick queue for hours, and sometimes overnight,
to see him. He never refuses anyone who is clean of heart and pure
of intent. Although a devoutly G-d-loving man, he accepts all without
prejudice or religious bias. He heals the poor precisely the same
as he heals the rich or famous.
The world's elite seek his help when western medicine fails.
Actresses Shirley MacLaine and Janet Leigh, congressmen, statesmen,
priests, nuns, rabbis, the poor and the wealthy find their way to the
tiny village of Abadibnia in central Brazil to seek the help of Joco
Teixeira da Faria, known throughout Brazil as Joco de Deus (John of
G-d).
To call him "the Miracle Man" is in a way a misnomer, because a
miracle implies the absence of a natural law, when in fact his
achievements are only the results of the law of reincarnation and
the subsequent use of spirit doctors from the spirit plane. He is
classified as miraculous only because we in the western world are
reluctant to accept that a spirit world exists and therefore that his
work is the result of this natural law.
Of the more than 250 volunteers who give their time to the operation
of the centre, most are grateful recipients of a new life after
treatment by Joco and his spirit entities. Written off by medical
doctors as incurable, they found their way to Abadibnia as a last
resort. Amongst them are engineers, doctors, dentists, teachers,
labourers, businessmen and simple folk who display no class division,
but rather work in harmony to provide a loving and caring environment
for those who, as they did, seek the help of Joco Teixeira da Faria.
These fortunate people put aside the restrictions of our modern
thinking and dared to seek the impossible: to be rewarded not only
with a second chance at life but a new understanding of their purpose
in this physical world.
THE MAN IN A WHEELCHAIR
Today was special for Raul Natal. Sitting in the wheelchair, which
served as both his prison and his mobility for the past fifty years,
he waited with apprehension and hope. He dare not raise his
expectations too high: he had been to so many doctors and specialists
over those long years. He had been X-rayed, tested, probed,
manipulated and medicated without success until the doctors and
he had finally resigned themselves to the fact that he would never
walk again.
Why would today be any different?
Raul heard about the healer, Joco Teixeira da Faria, from friends.
"He has cured hundreds of thousands of sick and crippled," they said.
"Perhaps he could help you, too," they encouraged. What did he have
to lose? And so, in a final desperate pilgrimage, he endured the
thirty-six-hour bus trip from Sco Paulo to the small village of
Abadibnia, high on the green plateaus of Goias state in central
Brazil.
It was 8.15 am on a clear day blessed with the cool crispness of
high mountain air. People seeking treatment-already 500 or 600-were
packed into the main hall of the centre, waiting quietly, each with
his own thoughts and hopes, watching for the healer Joco to appear.
From his waiting position at the front of the crowd, Raul saw the
medium enter from a side door, hands clasped in front of his body,
eyes intense. Joco took a middle-aged woman by the hand and stood her
against the wall. Rummaging through one of the instrument trays
carried by a volunteer, he selected a common kitchen knife and
skilfully began to scrape a tumour from her eye. Without anaesthetic
or sterilisation, and using only the crude knife, he scraped away
at the eyeball-a procedure which would normally cause excruciating
pain and irreparable damage-but the woman showed no external
discomfort. She remained calm, standing against the wall without any
observable reaction. Joco did not really seem to be concentrating.
His hand swept the blade skilfully back and forth across the cornea,
but his eyes were focused out into the crowd, searching and
scanning. It was as if someone or something other than he was removing
the growth. In less than a minute, he wiped the blade across her
blouse and called to an assistant, "You can take her away; she is
finished."
Raul's mind raced in disbelief. His heart beat faster and his hands
began to sweat. Could it be possible after all these years that he
might walk again?
A man was led forward from the crowd and instructed to face the wall.
He told the healer that he had not been able to sit or bend without
pain for years.
Gently, Joco removed the man's shirt and, taking a scalpel, made
a small one-inch incision between his shoulder blades. Incredibly,
there was no bleeding and the man showed no sign of pain. "Lift your
leg," said Joco. "Now bend over." Raul stared in disbelief as the
man bent over and touched his toes.
"Now squat down," said the healer, and the man obliged effortlessly.
The tears of relief and gratitude streaming down his face did not
escape Raul's observation as the man was led away to the recovery
room at the end of the hall. Raul's expectations were rising:
perhaps his dreams might yet be fulfilled.
Joco was already turning his attention to a woman with can-er of
the stomach.
He unbuttoned her blouse, slowly, as if in a trance, and lowered
her waistband to expose her lower abdomen. From an assistant's tray
he selected a scalpel and slowly made a small incision three
centimetres long. It did not bleed and the woman seemed unperturbed.
He cut more deeply and inserted two fingers into the opening. Raul,
from his front-row position, saw the healer withdraw his fingers
and, with them, a soft white growth the size of a golf ball. The
woman remained motionless with no apparent discomfort. All of this,
he noticed, was without anaesthetic or the stringent sterilisation
of modern medical practices with which he was so familiar. The
wound was stitched with a single suture and the woman led away to
the recovery room.
Another paraplegic in a wheelchair was now pushed forward. This
would be indicative: if this man were healed, there would certainly
be hope for Raul.
Part 2.
John Winston. john...@mlode.com
Subject: The Miracle Man From Brazil. Part 3. Mar. 23, 2000.
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When Joco told the helpers to wheel the man away to the Intensive
Treatment Room, Raul's fragile confidence sank to an all-time low.
Perhaps it was too much to ask after all.
No time to think now. Joco's voice jolted him back to reality.
"How long have you been paralysed?" Joco inquired in a deep,
compassionate voice.
"I have not walked for fifty years," replied Raul in little more
than a whisper.
"What would you do if G-d gave you back your legs?" asked the
medium.
Raul was too stunned to answer. Short-term confidence fought
with years of despair. His mind raced. Could it be possible? Why
would he ask if it were not?
Surely it would be a cruel joke if he were not serious. He looked at
the healer; his eyes were steady and he wore a confident, almost
boyish smile. Raul wanted to speak but the words would not come. He
knew his joints were seized from years of inactivity; they were
calcified and immovable and his muscles atrophied.
"What would you do if Go- gave you back your legs?" asked Joco
again, interrupting his racing thoughts.
Raul did not know what to say. He was still fighting with reason
and logic. A kindly hand from behind touched his shoulder. "Answer
him! How would you feel if you could walk again?" prompted the
assistant.
All he could do was stutter, "I'd...be...so very happy."
The healer bent down and briefly took hold of Raul's left ankle.
As he did so, a warm surge of life swept through the leg. "Now
rotate it!" he said. Raul obliged. It had been seized for as long as
he could remember and now he was turning and twisting it! He watched
in disbelief as Joco touched the other ankle and the same warmth
engulfed it. It was like watching someone else's foot turning. It was
unbelievable!
"Now," commanded the healer, "stand up and walk!"
Raul froze. "I can't!" he said.
"Yes you can!" replied Joco with firm compassion. "Stand up and put
this foot forward," he said, pointing to the right foot.
With all his will and strength, Raul lunged forward from the chair.
His legs held; shaking, but they held. Joco took his hand, offering
minimal support as he took his first steps in fifty years. His heart
was beating so fast he feared it would seize. The happiness and
relief were too much for him. An uncontrollable flood of tears poured
down his face. He was walking!
Assistants led him away slowly to the main operation room where he
sat on a bench with another twenty or so patients. A kindly
silver-haired man, dressed in white, talked to them of faith and
love and how the healings were not the most important gift here. A
greater gift is the awakening, the realisation that there is a life
after death and that this physical life is just an opportunity for
us to improve and elevate our souls. The healings are just a physical
demonstration that we can see and experience, but more importantly
we must remember that the miracles are performed by spirit entities
who use the medium Joco Teixeira da Faria as a vessel to perform
their work.
Raul listened and realised his life would not only be more active
but more meaningful from this day on. He had been healed by the
entities and the man they call John of -od.
THE HOUSE OF DOM INACIO
They come in their thousands-the sick, the lame, the incurable and
the medically discarded-enduring long international flights and
gruelling thirty-five-hour bus trips to a small village high on the
Goias plateau of Brazil. Buses arrive all through the night.
At 5.00 am it is still. A low mist blankets the small one-street
town of Abadibnia which has sprung up to cater for the multitudes
who pilgrimage here.
People sit outside the simple lodging houses, talking softly.
There are not enough rooms to cater for them all, so they sleep in
cars or buses or simply stand around waiting for the dawn. The
lodging houses provide free coffee for the weary travellers who
spill from the newly arrived buses all through the night. One
hundred metres down the road, the cluster of low, white buildings is
dark and silent. A kaleidoscope of stars forms a heavenly canopy
above this Mecca of last hope, the place they call "the House of
Dom Inacio". Dawn will bring new light and hope for a life without
pain or illness for those who seek it.
The healing centre opens at 8.00 am. The sick congregate to collect
their queuing numbers. Cameramen prepare their equipment for filming
the day's activity.
Somewhere in an unmarked room, Joco rests and meditates alone in
preparation for a day of healing. He will work until the last patient
is attended to, sometimes far into the night. He lies on a simple
couch in the semi-darkened room. Above his head hang pictures of
some of the entities, including Dom Inacio, as well as Christ and
the Madonna. On the adjacent wall hang a dozen or more certificates
of appreciation, orders of government and honorary degrees bestowed
upon him by grateful VIPs, governments and institutions. Amongst
them is a Medal of Honour from the President of Peru [Alberto
Fujimori] in gratitude for healing his son. The basic furnishings
reflect the simplicity of the man the people call John of G-d.
The centre resembles a small hospital, painted stark white inside
and out, and with a sky blue band from floor to waist height
internally. The design was supplied to Joco by his principal entity,
Dom Inacio, in a vision he received whilst walking through a small
valley nearby. The centre, affectionately called "the House", is
named after this entity and is known in Brazil as "Casa de Dom
Inacio" (the House of Dom Inacio).
The choice of site is due to many things: the natural energy of
this part of Brazil, the peace and quiet, and a massive outcrop of
natural quartz which in itself provides a powerful energy source.
Deep below there is a natural spring which flows to a small
waterfall a kilometre away. Around this natural beauty grow many of
the herbs necessary for the herbal cures prescribed by the entities.
Situated on a high plateau, the centre looks out across the lush,
sweeping hills of Goias, a therapeutic sight in itself.
The location is one of intense energies, the understanding of
which is almost beyond our physical comprehension. The best
explanation comes from spirit itself, from a spirit called Seth, in
information channelled by Jane Roberts in the 1970s. From her book,
Seth Speaks: The Eternal Validity of the Soul, comes the following
information: "There are main co-ordinate points, sources of fantastic
energy, which represent accumulations of pure energy, where health
and vitality are strengthened. These points are like invisible power
plants.
They act as psychic generators, propelling what is not yet physical
into physical form." I believe the centre at Abadibnia is one such
location.
The House itself is designed around a central hall, open at one
end, leading out to a covered walkway, toilet and rose garden. In
this hall people congregate, waiting to witness the physical surgery
by Joco-in-entity which occurs twice each day. All of these
operations are videotaped by the house cameraman.
Some years ago Joco requested the taping of the operations he
performed 'in entity' because he had no recollection of his actions
once he incorporated the spirit entity. There are now thousands of
hours of video records freely available to anyone at a modest charge
to cover production.
In a semi-circle around the hall are four principal rooms. The
first is the recovery room where patients are taken after treatment
for care and observation until they are strong enough to leave. The
effect of the anaesthetic, supplied by spirit, wears off in an hour
or two and the patients are normally able to leave of their own
accord without any visible side-effects. The recovery room contains
twelve single beds covered in clean white sheets. The nurses are
all volunteers who provide compassionate care until the patients
are able to leave.
Next door is one of two "current rooms" fitted with rows of bench
seats with a walkway through the middle. In this room, dressed in
white, sit twenty to thirty mediums in meditation. This meditation
provides the current to assist the entities in their work.
Interestingly, in the Edgar Cayce readings on Atlantis, there is a
reference to this type of combined energy used by the Atlantians to
achieve their extraordinarily advanced civilisation; a similar
production of spiritual current. The people who queue to consult
with the entity file through this room and, as they do so, they
receive a spiritual cleansing. In two corners there are piles of
crutches, wheelchairs and body braces discarded by healed invalids-
a silent monument to the success of the man and his entities in
their healing work.
The second current room contains fifty or more mediums similarly
seated in rows. The endless line of people pass through the middle
and are spiritually prepared to meet Joco-in-entity who sits at the
far end in a large chair covered in white linen. At the moment of
meeting there is a split-second recognition by the entity of each
person's 'blueprint': past lives, current situation, illness and
spiritual awareness.
Depending on what is seen, the person will be dealt with according
to the requirement. Some are given herbal prescriptions. Some are
sent to the intensive care room for surgery or treatment at a later
time. Those who need spiritual strength may be told to sit in current,
whilst others are given concise instructions on necessary life
changes. Each person is dealt with in less than twenty seconds. The
prescriptions are written at lightning speed in a 'spirit shorthand'
which looks like a squiggly line and a few ticks. The pharmacists
of the House have been taught to understand these 'hieroglyphs' by
the entities who prescribe them.
The third room is the intensive operations room which has a dual
purpose: very serious cases requiring a long time in coma and those
who request invisible operations. Around the wall is a line of single
beds on which the intensive patients lie whilst the entities perform
operations invisibly on paraplegics and on leukaemia, A-DS and
serious c-ncer patients. They may be in a coma for a few hours or
a few days depending on the extent of treatment required.
Part 3.
John Winston. john...@mlode.com
Subject: Miracle Man From Brazil. Part 4. Mar. 25, 2000.
This part explains some rules you have to follow so that you might
receive a healing.
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Across the middle of the room are rows of benches on which those
requiring invisible operations sit, eyes closed, hands resting on
their laps in meditation. A medium talks quietly to them, explaining
the procedure and raising their spiritual attunement. Twice a day,
Joco-in-entity will enter the room and declare, "In the name of
Je--s Christ you are all cured. Let what needs to be done be done
in the name of Go-." At this time, all operations necessary are
completed internally, without visible surface scars.
Scientific teams have found by X-rays, following these invisible
operations, that there are incisions and stitches internally. In
this room sit twelve special healing mediums.
There are a number of peripheral buildings and a kitchen house
where thousands of plates of soup and bread are served each day,
free of charge, to those who come to the centre. Many have travelled
thousands of kilometres and some are so poor they cannot afford to
buy food. The House takes care of everybody in like manner. There
is a small coffee house, administrative offices, a large toilet
block and a pharmacy for preparation of herbal medicine. The whole
cluster of buildings is contained within a fenced compound which
provides parking for dozens of buses on one side and a shaded garden
area on the other for quiet relaxation in the fresh mountain air.
Procedures of the House
The centre opens each Wednesday, Thursday and Friday. At 8.00 am
people receive a short talk on the procedures and are asked to line
up according to their preferred treatment: visible operation,
invisible operation, first time or repeat treatment. Those for
invisible operations are taken to the intensive operations room for
preparation. Those for visible operations are led to the main
current room to meditate for half an hour before being taken to the
main hall for their physical surgery. This will depend to some degree
on which entity is incorporated, as each has its own surgical
specialities.
Joco meditates in a small room at the rear of the complex before
entering the main current room. To incorporate the spirit entity he
simply stands before a table containing a wooden cross. He begins by
asking that his hands be guided in the work of the day. Then, as he
recites the Lo-d's Prayer, the entity enters him and takes control
of his body. He takes some of those waiting for physical operations
by the hand and leads them to the main hall where he begins. These
visible surgeries are performed in front of the people waiting
to consult the entity.
Apart from the primary objective of alleviating the suffering of
disease or maladies, these demonstrations serve to prove the
existence of the spirit world and the delivery of spirit healing
through the Ch-ist energy. In addition, they raise the level of
belief and attunement within each person.
The healing and surgery is interspersed with asides to people in
the crowd, as the entity sees or reads the blueprint of each
individual, sometimes with spiritual advice, a suggestion to change
eating habits, or even a stern warning to change immoral behaviour.
Often he will point to someone and direct him to go and sit in
current. This could be for the healing benefits of the current or
because the person needs to meditate and raise his spiritual
awareness before healing, or it could be because the person is
recognised as a medium capable of generating powerful current. All of
these events are videotaped by the House cameraman and may be
purchased for a modest cost to cover production. They provide a
valuable record of the achievements of the House and a souvenir for
the recipient of the cure.
Joco-in-entity begins each session in the intensive operations
room where he separates and prepares those who wish to be operated
on visibly. He then turns his attention to the rows of people
waiting in meditation for invisible operations. In one brief
statement he calls for the operations to be completed, completed
immediately.
Joco-in-entity then takes the line of people waiting for visible
operations into the main hall for physical surgery in front of the
waiting crowd. When they are completed he returns to the main current
room where he sits to receive the people as they file past him.
He dispenses with each person in an amazingly fast manner. As they
approach, the entity instantly scans and is already prepared to
provide the necessary advice. Some are given a prescription for herbal
medicine, some are directed to the seats nearby to give current,
whilst others are directed to the intensive care room for invisible
surgery or, if their surgery requires a different entity, they will
be told when to return for treatment. He will remain until the last
person is attended to.
At the end of the daily program, Joco-in-entity will individually
receive each of the mediums-all of whom have sat for many hours
providing current-for a blessing and to attend to any special
requests they may have. He then stands up, begins a small prayer
and the entity leaves his body with a visible shudder of his
heavy frame.
The Rules
As in every facet of life, there are rules to be followed. If the
rules are broken, the treatment is impaired. This warning is delivered
frequently by Joco-in-entity, sometimes quite sternly if someone has
come back for further treatment after disregarding the instructions.
It is not surprising, though, that some people treat the rules
lightly, as they do not seem logical to our physical reasoning
(another example of man's lack of understanding and the superiority
of spirit knowledge). Some rules are strange indeed. Firstly, there
is a diet to be followed: no pork, chilli, eggs, bananas or alcohol.
Why? Pork is a spiritually unclean meat. Chilli inflames the system.
Eggs today carry the poisons of hormone feeds which, when ingested,
interfere with the healing effects of the herbs and treatments.
Bananas are treated with a chemical which also interferes in the
same way. And alcohol disrupts the healing processes of the body.
Perhaps the most difficult to understand is the 'no s-x' rule.
After an operation there is to be no se- for forty days! The
explanation, that the energies of the body are in a healing phase
not be disturbed by the physical energies of -ex, does little to
encourage people to show restraint when they are experiencing renewed
health.
Of all the frustrations Joco and the entities endure, the most
frequently encountered are those to do with disrespect for entities
and their work, and adherence to the simple rules for recovery. Every
day, before each session, a member of the House gives a talk on
this and other subjects in which it is stressed that these rules
must be strictly adhered to. To disobey the instructions can result
in a cessation of the healing process, a return to the pre-treatment
condition or a worsening of the ailment, depending on the type of
illness or affliction.
Look, Learn and Change
Even the most casual or sceptical observer cannot help but be moved
by the scenes of relief and compassion that exist everywhere in this
small cluster of buildings.
Amongst the thousands who wait in line for hours, one can see an
example of almost every type of human suffering. Pain and disease are
the basic reality of those who suffer from them. Here are such people
who know and live with this intensely horrible reality. Many of them
come because they are literally, practically, objectively hopeless.
Modern medi-ine has given them up; in some cases they are given up
by the best specialists in the world. So where do they turn when
all else fails?
Despite the hopelessness of their conditions, they all share a
common look: their eyes carry the soft light of hope. When they
emerge from their interviews, that hope has changed to happiness: a
mother weeps for the cure of her small child, a cripple who could
not walk gently coaxes his limbs to newfound life with the caring aid
of staff or friends. Everywhere can be seen new hope, renewed life
and a bond of love and caring for one's fellow man.
The true essence of charity can be seen everywhere: an old man
shuffles up to the dispensary window, fumbling in his pockets for
small change to buy his herbs. A kindly lady, realising his
predicament, slips a ten real note into his hand. The small change
will buy his bus ticket back home.
No wonder people come simply to observe: it is a moving and
rewarding experience. Unlike many 'miraculous' locations in other
parts of the world, there are no faith-healing aspects or mysticism.
At Abadibnia each person talks personally to the entity, and the
overwhelming majority of people are miraculously cured.
Not everyone is cured in just one visit. Many things influence
the recovery rate-karma, time for tissues to heal and cells to
regenerate-and nearly everyone needs to change spiritually. Some
need to change their environment; others their attitude to their
fellow man.
REVELATIONS AND PERSECUTIONS
Persecution had become a way of life for Joco Teixeira da Faria.
Since he discovered his healing gift at the age of sixteen he had
spent most of his young life travelling from city to city,
exchanging healings and prophecies for .......
Inevitably, word would spread to a med-cal practitioner or a
den-ist whose complaint would bring the police swooping down on him.
If he was lucky he would simply be run out of town, but more often
he would be charged with a variety of felonies, thrown in jail
and, not infrequently, severely beaten.
Such was the young life of one of the most remarkable mediums
of the past two thousand years: persecution, ridicule and abuse;
always only one step ahead of hunger, deprivation or incarceration;
and constantly on the move but still determined to carry on his
divine mission of healing his fellow man and bringing awareness of
their true purpose in this life.
Despite his amazing contribution to mankind in the alleviation of
suffering, Joco is still pursued by the authorities, spurred along by
disgruntled factions: those medic-l do-tors who fail to understand
the source of his healing and surgical ability and call on their
medical associations to take action, and the Ch-rch, whose clergy
fear a weakening of their position within the community and fail
to recognise the same spiritual source that is the very core of
their doctrines.
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Subject: Miracle Man Of Brazil. Part 5 of 5. Mar. 26, 2000.
This last part shows how to contact the healer.
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In 1981 a writ was issued against him for practicing medicine
illegally. The court session was held in Anapolis, only twenty
kilometres from his healing centre. Fortunately his work is so well
known in the area that a huge groundswell of public support, including
grateful legal practitioners, resulted in an acquittal.
The acquittal raised intense resentment amongst a minority group
headed by a well-known Anapolis doctor and political leader. On 17
August 1982 he arranged a serious attempt on Joco's life by four
men in three cars. His survival was acclaimed as a miracle.
Even as this book goes to print, there is an action in progress,
prompted by the Regional Medical Council of Espmrito Santo and pursued
by the Public Prosecutor through the Brazilian Penal Code. What the
outcome will be for Joco in the forthcoming court case is unknown.
The paradox of a judgement deliberated by the highest judicial minds
in the country, whilst publicly acknowledging their own personal
experience of humanitarian relief so freely given by this man, albeit
in defiance of the law, is a most inevitable situation.
For Joco, however, the axe hangs over his head every day while ever
there are those factions whose inflated sense of sophisticated
professionalism causes them to feel (unjustifiably) threatened.
THE MEDIUM AND THE ENTITIES
Joco Teixeira da Faria is a medium of extraordinary capabilities.
His mediumship enables him to take on, or incorporate, thirty-three
entities, all of whom were remarkable people during their own physical
lives. The entities are spirits of deceased doctors, surgeons,
healers, psychologists and theologians who are of such high soul
elevation they need no longer reincarnate to our physical plane. They
do, however, continue to elevate in the spirit plane by the extent of
their benevolence and charitable works.
Joco is capable of incorporating only one entity at a time, although
he can change entity at any time as the need arises. It does not
preclude any number of entities performing operations at the same
time outside his body. During incorporation, each entity carries with
him his own personality from the past life and, to those who work in
the house regularly, each one can be recognised in Joco's behaviour.
The first incorporation by Joco, when he was sixteen, was the spirit
of King Solomon. He is still working with him today-a reminder that,
unlike humans, the spirit is immortal.
The principal entity is that of Dom Inacio de Loyola (St Ignatius
Loyola), after whom the House is named. This Spanish nobleman was born
in 1491 into one of the richest families in Spain. The Casa de Dom
Inacio is so called because of the similarities between the life of
this entity and the life of Joco. Both were lives of constant
persecution, incarceration and ridicule. Both teachings maintain a
simple, spiritual philosophy based on early religions, a belief in
G-d, Christ, Holy Spirit and reincarnation, but uncluttered by
modern religious dogma.
Note: Author Robert Pellegrino-Estrich conducts regular tours to
Abadibnia, Brazil. For tour details and further information on the
House of Dom Inacio, contact the author at: PO Box 965, Double Bay,
NSW 2028, Australia; telephone/fax +61 (0)2 9327 1181; mobile
(0411) 832111 (in Australia).
Copies of The Miracle Man can be purchased from NEXUS offices in
Australia, NZ, UK and the Netherlands. In the USA, contact
Adventures Unlimited.
Part 5 of 5.
John Winston. john...@mlode.com
John F. Winston
When you get out a a chair, after sitting a long time, does you
posterior feel like it's full of lead? Well folks I've got good
news for you. Actually the following information has nothing to
do with that problem but it does talk about how to get unwanted
metals out of you body. Here we go with something that make us all
feel a lot better.
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From: S
Subject: Poor Man's Chelation Therapy
Health Tip: (how to get rid of deposits of heavy metals in the body).
Source: Alternatives
The Poor Man's Chelation Therapy
There's nothing I like more than learning about inexpensive,
common herbs or spices that exhibit unusual healing properties.
Historically, the use of herbs and spices in cooking evolved as a
method to preserve foods and make them safer to store and eat.
While we've grown accustomed to using these items to enhanced
or accentuate flavors of food, researchers continue to discover
that they have much more to offer than just good taste. A recent
example involves the work of Dr. Yoshiaki Omura.
Dr. Omura recently informed us that he discovered almost by
accident, that the leaves of the coriander plant can accelerate the
excretion of mercury, lead and aluminum from the body. He had
been treating several patients for an eye infection called trachoma
(granular conjunctivitis), which is caused by the micro-organism
Chlamydia trachomatis. Following the standard treatment with
antibiotics. Dr. Omura found that the patients' symptoms would
clear up initially, then recur within a few months. He experienced
similar difficulties in treating viral related problems like Herpes
Simplex types I & II and Cytomegalovirus infection.
Cilantro Helps Flush Out Heavy Metals
After taking a closer look, Dr. Omura found those organisms
seemed to hide and flourish in area of the body where there were
concentrations of heavy metals like mercury, lead and aluminum.
Somehow the organism were able to use the toxic metals to
protect themselves from the antibiotics.
It just so happens that while he was testing for those metals, Dr.
Omura noticed the mercury level in the urine increased after
one consumed a healthy serving of Vietnamese soup. The soup
contains Chinese parsley, or it is better known in this country,
cilantro. (Some of you may also know it's a coriander, since it
comes from the leaves of the coriander plant.)
Further testing revealed that eating cilantro also increased urinary
excretion of lead and aluminum. And when cilantro was used
concurrently with antibiotics or natural anti-viral agents and/or
fatty acids like EPA with D.A., the above infection could be
eliminated for good. (Acupnct Electrother Res. 95:20 (3-4):
195-229.) Dr. Omura has made a remarkable discovery. He's
found a novel technique which greatly increases our ability to
clear up recurring infections both viral and bacterial. And perhaps
more exciting, he's discovered an inexpensive, easy way to remove
(or "chelate") toxic metals from the nervous system and body
tissue -- one that anybody can use.
This is Great News for Amalgam Sufferers
Chelation therapy using chemicals like EDTA has long been used
to help remove these heavy metals, but cilantro is the only natural
substance I'm aware of that has demonstrated this ability. This will
become news for people suffering from the ill effect of amalgam
dental fillings, which contains approximately 50% mercury.
Dr. Omura recently performed another study in which three
amalgam filling where removed from an individual using all of the
precautions available to prevent absorption of the mercury from the
amalgam. Even with strong air and water suction, water rinses, and
a rubber dental dam, significant amounts of mercury were later
found in the individual's lungs, kidneys,, endocrine organs, liver
and heart. There was no mercury in these tissue prior to the
amalgam removal.
Remarkably, without the help of any Chelation agents, cilantro
was able to remove the mercury in two to three weeks. (Acupunct
Electrother Res 96;21(2): 133-60.) Since some of the patients
didn't like the taste of fresh cilantro, Dr. Omura had a
pharmaceutical company create a 100 mg cilantro tablet. In the
above dental study, one tablet was taken four times a day.
As of yet, I haven't been able to find a tested commercial tablet of
cilantro.
It is believed that the active component in cilantro are easily
destroyed during processing. For this reason, I recommend
sticking to fresh herb. It can be eaten raw in soup or salad, on
tacos, or as garnish with practically any dish.
Recipe for Cilantro Pesto (Make That "Chelation Pesto")
I would think it should also work if the cilantro were juiced, but
perhaps the easiest and tastiest way to use the herb would be as the
main ingredient in a home made pesto sauce. You can start with the
basic recipe below and add other nuts and spices to suite your taste.
Cilantro Pesto
1) 1 clove of garlic 1/2 cup of almonds, cashews, or other nuts
2) 1 cup packed fresh cilantro leaves 2 tablespoons lemon juice
3) 6 tablespoons olive oil Put the cilantro and olive oil in
blender and process until the cilantro is chopped.
4) Add the rest of the ingredients and process to a lumpy paste.
(You may need to add a touch of hot water and scrape the sides
of the blender.) You can change the consistency by altering the
amount of olive oil and lemon juice, but keep the 3:1 ratio of oil
to juice. (If freezes well, so you can make several batches at once.)
In light of the ever-worsening quality of our water and soil and
the widespread use of metals in every day items like deodorant
and cans, I would seriously suspect that all of us have some toxic
metals in our body. And unless they are carried out by a chelating
agent, things like lead, aluminium and mercury remain in the body
forever.
Besides associated with arthritic condition, depression, muscle pain
and weakness, memory loss and deterioration, and maybe even
Alzhe-mer's disease.
Summer's here and cilantro is readily available across the country.
It is very popular herb in Me-ican cooking, and due to their large
Mex-can populations is easy to find anywhere from Texas to
California. In other areas, you may need to visit an Oriental market
or specialty supermarket, (Remember, it's also called Chinese
parsley.) I would highly recommend that you take advantage of
this "poor man's chelation treatment". I'm in the process of doing
it now myself and intend to do so at least once or twice a year
from now on.
All it takes is adding fresh cilantro to your everyday foods or
eating a couple teaspoons of cilantro pesto a day for two or three
weeks; either will give the dose Dr. Omura used in his research.
Judging by the price around here, that means you'd be spending
less than a dollar for two weeks of cleansing! Of course, if you
really don't like cilantro, you can always spend a thousands times
that much on a series of intravenous chelation treatments.
It is nice to know that there Nature always has it's way and it
is so--
Jan-Marie Brooke
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John Winston. john...@mlode.com
John F. Winston
As I stated before, Art Bell had a man on his radio show last
week who professed to be a Chr-stian. He also claimed to have
information that showed that UFOs were discussed in the Bib-e. I
put out a request that someone send me the text of a free book that
this person was giving away. Someone did send me the address of
the web site that had this material in it. I download the information
and will now pass some of it on to you.
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Getting
http://www.angelfire.com/ca/Message/part1.html
INTRODUCTION
This book is for individuals interested in topics of supernatural
origin. It should appeal to both Chr-stians, as well as readers of
metaphysical, or otherwise classified New Age literature. While this
material is about New Age subject matter, the topics discussed are
described from a biblical perspective.
Therefore, while this work would most likely find a more fitting
home in the Chri-tian section of a book store - because it's
perspective is biblical, I would rather it be placed in the New Age
section. The primary reason for this desire is because it's intended
as a tool for opening the eyes of seekers - who often imbed
themselves in New Age mysticism, not finding the answers to their
questions concerning supernatural phenomenon within the context of
a Chris-ian paradigm.
Some -hristians will find this work too open-minded. It contains
some fairly controversial information, but none of which I hope would
in any way, shape, or form, compromise essential principals of the
C-ristian faith, such as the issue of salvation by any other means
than Ch-ist. I must admit that much of the information in this
work can be accused of being unimportant - in other words, waste of
time to investigate. But if you're a Ch-istian and you've picked
up this book - and have read thus far - I'm certain that it's by no
accident.
Even if much of the information in this book is of secondary
importance, it should prove to be enriching, providing answers to
questions concerning metaphysical phenomenon, such as aliens,
ghosts, and the like. Furthermore, this book serves as a warning of a
deception looming on the horizon of humanity - you must read more to
find out what this deception is.
I do firmly believe that if Chr-stians simply do what Chri-tians
should do - that is, to seek first the kingdom of G-d (Matthew 6:33)
then they won't have anything to worry about concerning any future
deception about to envelope the world. But who's to say what method
Go- might use to reveal a particular deception to those who are
diligently seeking His kingdom first, as they should? Perhaps His
method might be this book...
Some New Agers will find this work too closed-minded. If you're of
a New Age paradigm, you might react to the biblical perspective with
scrutiny when you're confronted with it. Then again - you might very
well be amazed at just exactly what contained within the ancient
Greek and Hebrew texts that compose the B-ble.
I used to be of the New Age persuasion - and in essence, I wrote
this work for all of my former selves out in the world; seekers,
looking for answers to tough. I must reiterate - to all New Age
readers, if you've picked up this book and have read thus far, it's
by no accident. Someone is trying to tell you something...
CHAPTER 1: MY PERSONAL ENCOUNTER WITH THE UNKNOWN
It was in the summer of 1990, during the Panamanian conflict. I was
an M-60 Machine Gunner in the Army at the time, assigned to the 7th
Infantry Division.
My weary eyes gazed out into the midnight mists of a dark jungle.
Breaking the silence was an irritating buzz in my ear; I swiped at
the mosquito and missed it. The buzz reminded me of the unbearable
itching on my arms, so I bathed them in another scratch-fest. The
itching quickly turned into stinging, as the blood oozing from the
innumerable insect bites on my arms mingled with my sweat.
The stinging soon grew intolerable, so I tried to think of
something to do that would take my mind off of it. Reaching over to
my pack, pulled out an MRE (Meal-Ready-to-Eat). From the MRE, I
retrieved two packets of powdered coffee, tore them open, then
proceeded to dump the powder into my mouth. (This was a guard-duty
technique I used quite frequently. I ate powdered coffee packets
like most people use over-the-counter drugs to stay awake. I thought
MRE coffee served this purpose better though, because the bitter
taste alone was always enough to blast me awake for at least a
solid five minutes. By the time the instant waking effect wore off,
the jolt of caffeine would kick in.)
After the coffee, I ate a book of matches, because I heard that
they would make me sweat sulfur, which most insects don't like. (Of
course, the steroid pumping, power-lifting insects of Panama didn't
care - for the most part.) But the side effect of eating matches also
made my sweat stink with a profound unequalled intensity. In the Army
though, nobody really cared. After a few weeks in the field, noses
become immune to the ever-thickening, pasty cheese that coats a
human body after X amount of days without a shower.
About the time I was finished gagging over the coffee and the
matches, another mosquito buzzed my ear, and started the cycle
over again; a cycle that was nearing two hours and approaching
midnight. I gazed at my watch, seeing that I had fifteen minutes
left before waking up Corp. Stenger to take over the shift.
Sleep at last, I thought, while peering at my sleeping area
behind me.
I was issued a small net to sleep under, but it didn't do any
good. In the jungle of Panama, it's impossible to find an area
without bugs.
Setting up a net in any given space does nothing but trap bugs
beneath it.
While staring at the net, I became aware of a peculiar glow that
flashed in front of me while my head was turned. The glow was like a
dim flash. It disappeared when I faced forward to see what it was.
All evening the sky had been flashing with lighting, even though
there were no clouds or rain - just a gloomy haze.
This is common in Panama. I quickly dismissed the phenomenon as
lightning, because the effect of the mellow flash was very similar.
The only reason this particular flash caught my attention is because
it was noticeably brighter than the lightning that had been flashing
throughout the evening. I simply attributed this to a brighter
flash of lightning.
A few minutes passed, and the flash occurred again, this time
while I was facing forward. It was immediately apparent that this
flash was not lighting. It flashed from behind the many trees and
brush in front of me about 300 yards away, and was much brighter
this time.
I rubbed my eyes, repositioned myself, yawned, and leaned forward
expecting another peculiar flash. Sure enough, about a minute
later, another flash emitted from the jungle, and again, the intensity
was increased. This was a prime indication that it was approaching
my position.
I looked at Corp. Stenger and thought about waking him up. While
staring at him, I recalled that I was in a highly unique situation
for revenge. For the past year and a half, Corp. Stenger had led the
pack of individuals that enjoyed making my life miserable in the
Army. I developed a bad reputation of being a complete weirdo.
I sort of asked for it, because in the Army, anything that
distinguishes a person as different from others is always a target
for ridicule. All it took was for people to walk into my room. There,
they found themselves in a shrine of the paranormal. Lining my
walls were books on every paranormal subject there is. UFOs, ghosts,
palmistry, astrology, Tarot cards, tea leaves, crystals, rune casting,
miraculous healing, astral projection, Ouija boards, psychic
phenomenon, hypnosis, reincarnation, possession, channeling, demons,
angels, big-foot, different religions; if it had to do with the
supernatural, I was the authority on it.
Decorating my room along with the books were items such as crystal
balls, Dungeons & Dragons paraphernalia, (a game of which I was
an avid player at that time), incense burners and a host of candles
seated in the most cryptic looking candle holders I could find.
For this reason, I was nick-named "Weird", and the title never
left me until I departed the Army.
So now here I was, faced with something that I had always longed to
see... an unknown. And soundly sleeping to my right was Corp. Stenger,
a man who loved to ridicule me endlessly about how stupid I was for
believing in such "nonsense". (For the sake of producing an unpolluted
work, I will refrain from the exact terminology he used.)
I stood up, waiting for another flash. Another one came, brighter,
and closer. I smiled with delight, strangely unafraid, and burning with
curiosity. Two things came to my mind to explain the phenomenon:
swamp gas, and ball lightning. (Recall that I am an authority on
strange phenomenon, based on many hours of personal study.)
When I thought of ball lightning, I realized that I was probably not
in a good situation. I was wearing a 23 pound chunk of metal, (my M-60
machine gun), about 100 rounds of ammunition draped around my neck,
and a pair of night-vision goggles rested against my chest.
Furthermore, my backpack had several lithium batteries in it,
along with a field radio that had a three-foot antenna sticking out
saying "Here I am, come and zap me!" Thinking that ball lightning
would be attracted to these things, I set the M-60 down, took
off the rounds of ammunition and set them next to the M-60, and
distanced myself from the backpack a few feet.
Part 1.
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JW Here is the exact web site address that I used to acces this
free book.
http://www.angelfire.com/ca/Message/title.html
John Winston john...@mlode.com
John F. Winston
This part talks about lights in the night. I saw about 14 blinking
lights that went over myself and my friend near Cadiz in Southern,
Callf. These type lights are called Spirit Lights and have been seen
for thousands of years in certain areas of the United States. They are
also seen on Mission Peak near Fremont, Calif. in the San Francisco
Bay Area.
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Finally, I saw what was producing the flashing. It was a ball of
light as bright as a camera flash, and about the size of a soccer
ball. The ball was about twenty feet up in the air, would flash for
about a half second, then disappear. While invisible, it would move
about twenty to thirty feet closer to my position, then flash again.
I was utterly fascinated!
My guard post was off the side of a small dirt road. This road
meandered through the jungle behind Fort Sherman, Panama, and
eventually dwindled into nothingness. There were two other guard
posts along the road, each positioned about a quarter mile apart. I
wondered if anyone at the other posts were able to see the flashing
from where they were. The brightness of this ball of light was
certainly sufficient for them to see. "Witnesses" I thought to
myself with delight. I figured that if others were faced with this
phenomenon, then they would be forced to recant the burdensome
reputation that they imparted me. (Unfortunately, this event actually
ended up making things worse --- they mocked that I was the one
responsible for it).
I finally couldn't wait anymore. This strange ball of light was
clearly visible, flashing consistently every two to three minutes,
and rapidly approaching my position. Every time it flashed, it was
twenty to thirty feet closer to us. I had to wake Corp. Stenger. My
shift was over, and it was time for him to get up anyway.
As he rubbed his dreary eyes, I excitedly explained to him that I
thought there was some sort of alien probe, or alien life form
approaching the camp.
This quickly got his attention, but then he crunched his eyebrows,
and mumbled a few curse words at me thinking I was making up a
strange story. But while he was cursing, the light flashed, and I
interrupted him saying, "See! Didn't you see it! I know you saw it!"
A suspicious and confused expression donned on his face. "Well, my
shift's up, so have fun, because I'm crashing" I stated with an
unconcerned attitude, hoping he would respond. I actually had no
intention of going to sleep. I just wanted to make him squirm.
"Wait a minute. What was that?"
Before he was fully cognizant, I seized the moment to take charge.
Corp. Stenger was on my turf now, and I was going to do my best to
make him remember this moment for the rest of his life. I stepped
out onto the side of the dirt road and began to talk to this ominous
orb as it approached us.
"Who are you? What are you? Reveal yourself to me" I questioned it.
By this time, it was flashing about ten feet in front of me, still
close to twenty feet above the ground.
"Shut up!" Corp. Stenger quietly chastised me.
I then looked at him and with a serious expression and stated,
"This -- whatever it is," I pointed to where the ball of light
flashed last, "is not of this world." Silence permeated the
atmosphere. The ball of light then flashed almost directly above
me, as if in response to what I just said.
Corp. Stenger and I both got a clear look at it this time. I also
realized that this ball of light was no longer moving. It flashed
about three times, remaining stationary, as if observing us. I
pointed this out to Corp. Stenger, and he didn't know what to say.
"Maybe it's some sort of bug" he mumbled.
"Don't be an idiot!" I was now chastising him. "It's the size of a
soccer ball! You saw it!"
Corp. Stenger scratched his head. "Maybe it's some sort of
experimental technology they're deploying from one of the
aircraft-carriers in the gulf?" he quizzed, wondering now what my
response would be. "Maybe some sort of laser?"
I was still wearing my AN/PVS-7s, (night-vision goggles), so I
turned them on, and looked up to where I saw the ball of light flash
last. I could see nothing. I lowered the goggles and stared at Corp.
Stenger. "We have nothing that could do this. A laser shoots a
strait beam of light, and needs an uninterrupted space in which to
project. This thing is down in the trees, traveling around like a
small probe, and is a ball of light. This is definitely not a laser,
and it doesn't appear to be physical either, because I can't see it
with the goggles, and it's making absolutely no sound whatsoever."
I then handed the goggles to Corp. Stenger and demanded that he try
to see it for himself. He looked, and could see nothing.
While he was looking, I continued to lecture him. "It's not ball
lightning either, because ball lightning doesn't flash like that. I
read about ball lightning, which looks sort of like this, but when
ball lightning appears, it zips around wildly until it's gone. It
usually dissipates into something that attracts lightning, such as
metal objects. Here is a bunch of metal, a field radio with an
antenna that is nothing short of a lightning rod, and some
batteries", I pointed to the M-60 and the backpack with the radio in
it, "and that ball of light isn't going for it. It's just sitting up
there, checking us out. Ball lightning doesn't do that! Ball
lightning doesn't move through the jungle, then stop over the middle
of a road and check people out! This thing appears to be resembling
some sort of intelligence!"
By this time, Corp. Stenger was sweating profusely, scanning
nervously with the goggles, and growing with paranoia. I was loving
it!
"And it's not swamp gas either, because swamp gas is just a glowing
greenish mist, not a ball of light as bright as a camera flash.
Stenger, we are faced with an intelligent life form probably from
another world" I stated with confidence, and awe. He looked at me
with fear in his eyes, and I smiled back with delight. The light
flashed again, as if responding to my statements again.
"Here, let me see those goggles," I asked in a calm, collected tone
of voice. He handed them to me, and I proceeded to walk out into the
very center of the road. "I'm going to try to communicate with it,"
I said to Corp. Stenger.
"Are you crazy? We don't know what that is!"
"If it wanted to harm us, I'm sure it could've done so by now."
Corp. Stenger refrained from speaking any further, and took a few
steps backward off the road. He didn't want to be a part of what I
was going to attempt to do. I really didn't know what I was going
to do, but I thought it would sound good to say such a cryptic
statement. I felt like I was in an episode of Star Trek.
While lifting the goggles to my eyes, I looked up to where the
light flashed last. I then cleared my mind, and tried to feel where
it was going to flash next. Oddly enough, a strange sensation overcame
me. I actually felt that the object was moving. "I can feel it moving"
I stated to Corp. Stenger. I felt the object fly right over my head,
lower to about fifteen feet off the ground, and stop about twenty feet
behind me. I followed it with the night vision goggles, spinning myself
around in the opposite direction I was facing before, keeping my
goggles pointed at where I thought I felt its presence. I then began
to speak slowly. "The next time it will flash, it's going to be right
- about -", then WHAM! The light flashed exactly where I was looking
with the night vision goggles. I was blinded for about a full minute,
because the goggles amplify all light, and the flash was as bright
as a camera flash. I was astounded!
"Wow! Did you see that Stenger!" I excitedly pronounced, blind, and
amazed.
"I communicated with it! It showed me where it was going to flash
next!
There's no way I could've known that! This thing is intelligent. It
stayed in that one spot until I wanted to communicate with it. Then it
moved way over there," I pointed where it flashed, "and made me feel
where it was going! I actually felt its presence! And right when I
was about ready to say - HERE -, it flashed, as if it even knows what
I'm saying!" Corp. Stenger stood motionless, staring at me. He didn't
seem to share my enthusiasm.
I continued talking to this strange ball of light, but nothing more
came of it. It didn't do anything particularly spectacular, like turn
into a humanoid or anything. It simply demonstrated to me that without
a doubt, it was in fact intelligent, and it was in fact checking us
out. It proceeded to circle our post in a complete 360 degree circle,
taking about fifteen minutes to do so. Then it slowly meandered down
the road, flashing periodically as it went.
The next day I reminded Corp. Stenger of the event, and he simply
looked at me and chuckled. "Hanging around you long enough, something
weird was bound to happen," he joked.
I asked members of the other posts if they saw anything, and one
member from both posts did. They said it stopped and flashed above
the road at each post, as if taking note of their presence. I told
them the whole story, and they got a kick out of it. But
unfortunately, the event subsided into a vague recollection, and
prompting the event in conversation did nothing for me but ask for
ridicule. As stated earlier, they mocked that I was the reason for
this strange event.
In my opinion, these individuals were faced with something
utterly astonishing, and their complacent attitude towards it
astounds me almost more than the ball of light itself.
This event stands clear in my memory as if it happened yesterday.
I was not alone when this happened. I was fully alert, and
completely sober. My prior interest in the paranormal was thus
intensified by this event, and I can now speak from personal
experience that I know that there are things in this world that
contemporary science has yet to explain. At that time, I didn't
think the Bib-e had any explanation for these things either. I was
wrong.
ad...@parrot.net
> How does one save a wretched mortal soul?
One confesses to God that he is a slurper, and begs for forgiveness.
After that, the next course of absolution is to fuck off back to one's
collection of toy cars.
> e-gnoramus
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esaeger
wrote:
>Also spracht esaeger <eric.saeg...@digital.com.invalid>:
>
>> How does one save a wretched mortal soul?
>
> One confesses to God that he is a slurper, and begs for
> forgiveness. After that, the next course of absolution is to
> fuck off back to one's collection of toy cars.
Fix your twelve-byte randomizer Rog. It's starting to make you
sound like you're from Jamaica Plain, you fucking magpie.
e-trade
ad...@parrot.net
> In article <8btc8...@enews2.newsguy.com>, ad...@parrot.net
> wrote:
>>Also spracht esaeger <eric.saeg...@digital.com.invalid>:
>>
>>> How does one save a wretched mortal soul?
>>
>> One confesses to God that he is a slurper, and begs for
>> forgiveness. After that, the next course of absolution is to
>> fuck off back to one's collection of toy cars.
> Fix your twelve-byte randomizer Rog. It's starting to make you
> sound like you're from Jamaica Plain, you fucking magpie.
... says Eric, whining about being reminded of his uberslurp. Ok, car
toy boy, your course for absolution is clear. Get on your knees and start
begging. While you're at it, ask God if he has any plan for you that's
more dignified and complicated than being a dingleberry clinging to the
ass hairs of usenet.
esaeger
wrote:
>Also spracht esaeger <eric.saeg...@digital.com.invalid>:
>
>> In article <8btc8...@enews2.newsguy.com>, ad...@parrot.net
>> wrote:
>>>Also spracht esaeger
<eric.saeg...@digital.com.invalid>:
>>>
>>>> How does one save a wretched mortal soul?
>>>
>>> One confesses to God that he is a slurper, and begs for
>>> forgiveness. After that, the next course of absolution is to
>>> fuck off back to one's collection of toy cars.
>
>> Fix your twelve-byte randomizer Rog. It's starting to make
you
>> sound like you're from Jamaica Plain, you fucking magpie.
>
> ... says Eric, whining about being reminded of his
> uberslurp.
Quoth the fuckin magpie.
> Ok, car toy boy, your course for absolution is
> clear.
Hardy fuckin har, Rog. Exactly when did you purchase usenet?
You do live in JP, *dontcha*?
Kaboom. [giggle]
> Get on your knees and start begging.
<snivel> Please, PLEASE Mister Magpie, post something halfway
cool.
> While you're at it, ask God if he has any plan for you that's
> more dignified and complicated than being a dingleberry
> clinging to the ass hairs of usenet.
You surely aren't expecting me to spend any more than a
nanosecond drumming up a response to this lameness, do you,
Roger?
Now start cooking that chili; you know how hungry Mahty gets.
And make sure none of those soda-can-sized Godzilla-of-
Dorchester cockroaches get in there either.
e-go
ad...@parrot.net
>> ... says Eric, whining about being reminded of his
>> uberslurp.
> Quoth the fuckin magpie.
Quoth Eric "I commmited the biggest faux pas in the history of
alt.flame with the mother of all slurps" Saeger. When, exactly, did you
hope to stop hearing about your fuckups? Do the toy groupies imagine that
alt.flame is some kind of place where bygones are bygones, and nothing you
say will ever be held against you? <snicker>
>> Ok, car toy boy, your course for absolution is
>> clear.
> Hardy fuckin har, Rog. Exactly when did you purchase usenet?
Wow, don't hold back, Eric.
> You do live in JP, *dontcha*?
> Kaboom. [giggle]
It's nice to see you've combined the flame savvy of Martin Hannigan
with the raw intellectual power of Glodbreg and the stylistic mastery of
the medium as used by Vic Negron.
"giggle". Apparently, I'm being flamed by Britney Spears.
>> Get on your knees and start begging.
> <snivel> Please, PLEASE Mister Magpie, post something halfway
> cool.
What's so uncool about rubbing your nose in your innumerable fuckups?
Is my insensitivity to your tissue thin self-esteem uncool? Would you like
something "cool"? "Cool" like Matchbox cars, perhaps, or "cool" like
massive, aimless slurping?
>> While you're at it, ask God if he has any plan for you that's
>> more dignified and complicated than being a dingleberry
>> clinging to the ass hairs of usenet.
> You surely aren't expecting me to spend any more than a
> nanosecond drumming up a response to this lameness, do you,
> Roger?
Of course not. I expect your special education tutor to respond to your
wailing and frantic pants wetting, and post something for you. You do
realize how stupid it is to post a response that says "I don't know why
you expect me to respond", don't you? It's a conditioned response,
halfwit. I ring the bell, you drool. Or slurp, as the case may be.
> Now start cooking that chili; you know how hungry Mahty gets.
If he's hungry for a man sized slurping, your company will finally be
of value to somebody.
> And make sure none of those soda-can-sized Godzilla-of-
> Dorchester cockroaches get in there either.
Oh, it's so impressive to see you rattle off the names of various
Boston neighborhoods.
...well, not really, but I'm charitably trying to give you credit for
something. Anything, except for your world beating slurp jobs.
esaeger
wrote:
>Also spracht esaeger <eric.saeg...@digital.com.invalid>:
[...]
>> Quoth the fuckin magpie.
>
> Quoth Eric "I commmited the biggest faux pas in the history of
>alt.flame with the mother of all slurps" Saeger.
Quoth the fuckin magpie.
> When, exactly, did you hope to stop hearing about your
> fuckups? Do the toy groupies imagine that alt.flame is some
> kind of place where bygones are bygones, and nothing you
> say will ever be held against you? <snicker>
Snicker this.
>>> Ok, car toy boy, your course for absolution is
>>> clear.
>
>> Hardy fuckin har, Rog. Exactly when did you purchase usenet?
>
> Wow, don't hold back, Eric.
<SNICKER>.
>> You do live in JP, *dontcha*?
>> Kaboom. [giggle]
>
> It's nice to see you've combined the flame savvy of Martin
> Hannigan with the raw intellectual power of Glodbreg and the
> stylistic mastery of the medium as used by Vic Negron.
Pfeh heh heh. Why do I get the feeling you've microwaved that
innocuous clutch of words at least four billion times?
> "giggle". Apparently, I'm being flamed by Britney Spears.
Then you'd really break out the nukes, eh Snickers?
>>> Get on your knees and start begging.
>
>> <snivel> Please, PLEASE Mister Magpie, post something halfway
>> cool.
>
> What's so uncool about rubbing your nose in your innumerable
> fuckups?
I repeat: Please PLEASE...
>Is my insensitivity to your tissue thin self-esteem uncool?
[eyeroll] Christ, your AF initiation must have been stomach-
churning to behold, Rog.
> Would you like something "cool"? "Cool" like Matchbox
[Heh heh heh..]
> cars, perhaps, or "cool" like
[<burp> Haw haw haw heh heh]
>massive, aimless slurping?
Stop it, Rog, I swear, you're the most unintentionally funny
motherfucker I've met so far in this place... okay, Beckwith has
you beaten by a nose. My advice is get a new agent, some good
material, and a nice sockname that'll breathe a little life into
this hopeless shave-and-a-haircut razzamatazz. Fuckin puh-
leez. Chuckle. Neener. Snicker.
>> You surely aren't expecting me to spend any more than a
>> nanosecond drumming up a response to this lameness, do you,
>> Roger?
>
> Of course not. I expect your special education tutor
Heh heh HAHAHAHAHAHAHA
>to respond to your wailing and frantic pants wetting
Woo! WOOOooOO!!! AWWW, HAW HAW HAW HAW HAW HAW HAW HAW HAW
> and post something for you.
Can you recommend someone, ya crazy old fucker? [slaps knee]
> You do realize how stupid it is to post a response that
> says "I don't know why you expect me to respond", don't you?
Oh, serious face. <ahem> <chuckle> <ahem> Yes, Roger.
Yes I do, sir. But it was stupid of *you* to post a response to
a response that said "I don't know why you expect me to
respond," Rog.
[GUFFAW]
>It's a conditioned response, halfwit.
"Halfwit." You're too busy today, Rog. Come back when you've
had some time to think. Any urge to go poo maybe??
> I ring the bell, you drool.
PREFORM, PPUPET!!!1!!
> Or slurp, as the case may be.
Quoth the blah blah blah.
>> Now start cooking that chili; you know how hungry Mahty gets.
>
> If he's hungry for a man sized slurping, your company will
> finally be of value to somebody.
Almost good, Rog. Allow the Dark Side to floooowwwww through
you.......
>> And make sure none of those soda-can-sized Godzilla-of-
>> Dorchester cockroaches get in there either.
>
> Oh, it's so impressive to see you rattle off the names of
> various Boston neighborhoods.
Heh HA HA. Since when is Dorchester a Boston neighborhood, ya
cranky old git? Is Burlington uptown?
Ppffhahaha.
> ...well, not really, but I'm charitably trying to give you
> credit for something. Anything, except for your world beating
> slurp jobs.
Next time I respond to a poll, I'll definitely be sure to
mention you, you human streetmap. <SNICKER>
e-bee
ad...@parrot.net
> In article <8bvro...@enews2.newsguy.com>, ad...@parrot.net
> wrote:
>>Also spracht esaeger <eric.saeg...@digital.com.invalid>:
> [...]
>>> Quoth the fuckin magpie.
>> Quoth Eric "I commmited the biggest faux pas in the history of
>>alt.flame with the mother of all slurps" Saeger.
> Quoth the fuckin magpie.
It's nice to see you reaching for something new, Ricky.
>> When, exactly, did you hope to stop hearing about your
>> fuckups? Do the toy groupies imagine that alt.flame is some
>> kind of place where bygones are bygones, and nothing you
>> say will ever be held against you? <snicker>
> Snicker this.
Try answering the questions. Let's review your alt.flame ouvre for a
moment, shall we?
First, you arrive, fresh from the toy car newsgroup. You gird your
tiny loins and survey the scene. After a woefully inadequate moment of
thinking things over, you decide to jump in. But where to begin? And
where will you make the friends necessary to survive the newsgroup?
Then a little light went off over your head. "I know!" you cried to
nobody in particular, "I'll offer some compliments! These people will be
my friends!"
The easy thing to blame this decision on is stupidity, and yet, there
are so many other factors at play. The most apt analogy is that of a
candy assed, baby faced toy car <excuse me for a moment ... *chuckle*>
being tossed in prison for life. Realizing that the rest of his miserable
life will be full of beatings and ass rapes, he quickly announces his
desire to hook up; to be a punk, and have a man protect him.
And so Eric declared his punk status to alt.flame, looking to hook up
with Stain, LJB, Mike O'Neil, or even *Jimmy Kirk*. Sad. Desperate.
Pathetic. Eric put rouge on his usenet ass, and offered it up for
protection, figuring someone would swoop in and claim it for his own.
Instead, Eric got a savage beatdown from, well, everybody. When wwwhoops
owns your ass, something's wrong, Eric. Perhaps a few minutes of thinking
would have saved you from months, perhaps years, of humiliation, but I
doubt it.
Then you knew you were fucked. Rude snickering emerged from the
shadows. They muttered "fuckhead". They muttered "slurper". You began to
get a bit nervous.
"Ha ha", you said nervously, "I was just kidding about that slurp,
fellas! I'm not really the biggest pussy in the history of alt.flame!"
> <SNICKER>.
That was pretty much the response you got after that one, yes.
The future looked bleak for you. Wwwhoops was selling you out to other
flamers for cigarettes, and you quickly became even easier game than
Victor Negron. All because of your nuclear powered slurping. And now when
the subject of said slurp is brought up, you beg people not to talk about
it any longer.
> I repeat: Please PLEASE...
Begging, whinging, pleading ... ugh. You're revolting, Saeger. Now say
something stupid before I let you go:
> Since when is Dorchester a Boston neighborhood, ya cranky old git?
That's perfect, if a little ambitious. History and geography don't
seem to be your strong points, Matchbox boy. Try slurrrrrping Meatin
Handonglans some more, and I'm sure he'll set you straight (so to speak).
Nostrildamus
<eric.saeg...@digital.com.invalid> wrote:
>In article <8bvro...@enews2.newsguy.com>, ad...@parrot.net
>wrote:
>>Also spracht esaeger <eric.saeg...@digital.com.invalid>:
>
>[...]
>
>>> Quoth the fuckin magpie.
>>
>> Quoth Eric "I commmited the biggest faux pas in the history of
>>alt.flame with the mother of all slurps" Saeger.
>
>Quoth the fuckin magpie.
>
>> When, exactly, did you hope to stop hearing about your
>> fuckups? Do the toy groupies imagine that alt.flame is some
>> kind of place where bygones are bygones, and nothing you
>> say will ever be held against you? <snicker>
>
>Snicker this.
>
*PLONK*
--
Nostrildamus, Methuselah Of Usenet
~~~ Dean, Academy of Poetic Prognostication, Bungmunch University ~~~~
"SEMPER MEOVAMVS AD INFINITVM ET INFINITVM"
~~~~~~~~ CASHP #31-97 ~~~~~~~ Bellower #21 ~~~~~~ mhm pending ~~~~~~~~
Eric W. Saeger
> It's nice to see you reaching for something new, Ricky.
Ohhh hohohoho. You have hit new PKB heights Rog.
Wook at 'im. Aww mad cu' boo-boo thinks Dorchester's within the town
lines of Boston and the new guy (whom he secretly fears) catches him on
it.
> Try answering the questions. Let's review your alt.flame ouvre for a
> moment, shall we?
Again? So you can demonstrate your |=33R50|\/|3 laming ? Suuuure.
> > First, you arrive, fresh from the toy car newsgroup.
And about five other places since late '94. Go on.
> You gird your
> tiny loins and survey the scene. After a woefully inadequate moment of
> thinking things over, you decide to jump in. But where to begin? And
> where will you make the friends necessary to survive the newsgroup?
Who needs 'friends'? I could be covered in leeches and still look good
with an olbie like you to punt around, map guy.
[tit-for-tat snip of long Palmjobian prison rape fantasy]
You've been hanging with Palmjob too long, Rog. But since you're
getting all wordy, let's, shall we?
Here's Roger Williams, sad old back-of-the-wall hanger-on who hasn't
done much flaming in a looong time.
New guy appears. New guy has been around usenet longer than Roger and
has won far more flame wars than Roger, albeit without the hindrance of
a few rules and terminology of engagement.
New guy responds to poll with positive comments, a fuckup per AF rules.
Roger, after watching some trollbot named whoops fire on unarmed
civilians (tm Stain) in a group that children read (due to the fact
that some of said positive comments made him look like a loser),
decides that maybe the 'new guy' has potential, so he decides to impart
a few somewhat enouraging comments while staying in 'character'. All
an ass-covering maneuver of course, just in case the new guy gets
good.
There's some innocuous banter for a while wherein Roger tosses a few
halfhearted flames to keep the 'new guy' on his toes.
Suddenly he realizes that the 'new guy' isn't impressed with him, much
less requires any of his lukewarm support, at all.
So then the weird old bastard decides it's time for the ole spanky-
wanky on the new guy and he heats it up, begging on his knees for
support from the stands.
New guy remains unimpressed.
So here we are.
> When wwwhoops owns your ass, something's wrong, Eric.
When whoops *what* Rog? That unspeakable pussy can't keep his flaming
to alt.flame, now can he? I beat him until he took it to a *kid's*
group. He morphs to get attention. His idea of a flame is calling me
by my wrong first name. *Yeowch*, y'know? Are you inferring that he's
out-flamed me or anyone else on AF? Yes or no?
[...]
Anyway luzer, after all is said and done, this is where we are:
> > Since when is Dorchester a Boston neighborhood, ya cranky old git?
>
> That's perfect, if a little ambitious. History and geography don't
> seem to be your strong points, Matchbox boy.
Non-sequitur. Is Dorchester or is it not within the city limits of
Boston, olbie?
> Try slurrrrrping Meatin
> Handonglans some more, and I'm sure he'll set you straight (so to
> speak).
Fag lames. Hope I grow up to be you.
e-namel
--
"Oh, it's so impressive to see you rattle off the names of various
Boston neighborhoods."
-It's a lovely day in the neighborhood as Roger Williams drives around
endlessly trying to find Dorchester's Fleet Center, in
<8bvro...@enews2.newsguy.com>
Sent via Deja.com http://www.deja.com/
Before you buy.
whoops
>Also spracht esaeger <eric.saeg...@digital.com.invalid>:
[..]
> When wwwhoops
>owns your ass, something's wrong, Eric.
Yep. Return on investment's pretty crap, especially when people you
loan it to are late payers...
[..]
>Wwwhoops was selling you out to other
>flamers for cigarettes,
That'll be Camel Filters, please.
Thanks.
-whoops-
whoops
I see your memory's almost as bad as your writing, Ricky. A few
additions and corrections to your alt.flame autobiography,
revisionist boy:
[stuff about Williams]
Oh, Roger BTW, not those annoying soft packages. Flip-top box, please.
>New guy appears. New guy has been around usenet longer than Roger and
>has won far more flame wars than Roger, albeit without the hindrance of
>a few rules and terminology of engagement.
Ahem. New guy's previous usenet activity consisted of discussing his
sick fascination with serial killers on alt.true.crime (i.e.
alt.gossip.celebrities for the even more mentally disturbed), and
spamming rec.toys.cars with e-bay ads. Gets x-posted into a.u.k, takes
him about two months to get comprehensively ridiculed, nominated for
kook awards and spanked.
Checks out alt.flame, falls in love with Stain, tries to get his and
others' attention by posting in non-flame threads. Is widely ignored.
Finally figures out that maybe if he attempts to post a flame, people
will notice him.
For some mind-boggling reason, chooses Beckwith as his target and the
spell-lame as his weapon. Produces massive poorly written and utterly
boring Palmjobian rant, in which he claims he's a "writer" a few times
and manages to make three spelling mistakes (in a post "attacking"
Beckwith's spelling and choice of words). Gets his grotesque words
rammed down his throats by several posters.
Starting to think that maybe alt.flame is not for him and that he'd be
better off lurking, to steal material that he can use to "win flame
wars" against 12 year old toy car fanatics in his r.t.c,
>New guy responds to poll
"Poll" consisting of Michael O'Neill writing: "Now fuck off" to
another since-spanked poster. Some poll...
>with positive comments,
The now classic <87peuu$mku$1...@nnrp1.deja.com> (See .sig for slurp),
followed by the disturbingly frank:
"I wish I were angry enough to participate, but I'm not. I've written
some things lately but never posted them because they sucked.
So ignore this post.
Fuckheads.",
which can be translated as:
"I'm a nice guy, really. I suck at flaming and writing, but because
I'm incredibly stupid, after being rejected by the regulars of several
other newsgroups, I chose alt.flame to try to make friends. Please pay
attention to me, but don't hurt me too much".
> a fuckup per AF rules.
YM a fuck-up by *any* rules.
>Roger, after watching some trollbot named whoops fire on unarmed
>civilians (tm Stain) in a group that children read (due to the fact
>that some of said positive comments made him look like a loser),
Sure. That's why I used said comments as my .sig for two months.
Because I thought they made *me* look like a loser. [chuckle]
[..]
>
>> When wwwhoops owns your ass, something's wrong, Eric.
>
>When whoops *what* Rog? That unspeakable pussy can't keep his flaming
>to alt.flame, now can he?
Still calling me a "child abuser" because I x-posted a few messages to
r.t.c, whiner?
You should take a look at yourself, scum. Do you think your behaviour
(stalking Wal-Marts at 6 AM every day to get your filthy hands on the
new toys before the children can, then selling said toys on e-bay to
make a profit with the r.t.c "children"'s pocket money) sets a good
example, failed speculator boy?
> I beat him
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!
By writing long-winded crap, fleeing from my responses to it, starting
new threads as soon as you were beaten, and then conceding complete
defeat in your "SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK" nervous breakdown?
Some beating....
>until he took it to a *kid's*
>group.
which you were using as a flame group and advertising board for your
e-bay spam.
>He morphs to get attention.
Awwwwww. Some "morph". About five posts with the same .sig, same news
service, same newsreader. How did you figure out it was me, Sherlock?
>His idea of a flame is calling me
>by my wrong first name.
Don't cry, Ricky, here's a handkerchief.
>*Yeowch*, y'know? Are you inferring that he's
>out-flamed me or anyone else on AF? Yes or no?
>
>[...]
>
[Saeger/Williams geography debate snipped, except:]
>Fag lames. Hope I grow up to be you.
"The "faggots" in alt.flame? Has whoops been emailing you? :)"
Ricky "Fag lames suck" Saeger in <88blfg$chu$1...@nnrp1.deja.com>
There. See? You'd forgotten a few things.
You're welcome.
-whoops-
"I dunno, I kinda like Mike. Hey! That rhymed!
Really man. Lately Hogarth has been very entertaining; Beauregard, as always, is
fairly deadly; Stain's comments are must-reads; and Menjy is very good
as well, not to mention Captain Kirk. What a big happy family, alt.flame."
Ignored by alt.flame, Eric Saeger resorts to massive slurping in
order to be noticed in <87peuu$mku$1...@nnrp1.deja.com>
ad...@parrot.net
> Wook at 'im.
Speaking "as a writer" (remember that embarassing fuckup of yours,
Ricky?), you should probably see a speech therapist about your little
lisp.
> Aww mad cu' boo-boo thinks Dorchester's within the town lines of Boston
> and the new guy (whom he secretly fears) catches him on it.
Come clean with me now, Ricky - do you have a brain tumor, or is this
stupidity some sort of not-quite-sophisticated-enough prank? I take it
back - evidently, you've never been to Boston.
>> > First, you arrive, fresh from the toy car newsgroup.
> And about five other places since late '94. Go on.
Would you like me to rephrase this? Ok then:
"First, you arrive in alt.flame from rec.toy.cars, flush with victory
after telling 12 year old boys they were poo-poo heads for dissing your
e-bay ads on the newsgroup."
There. That certainly has a bit more verve.
> Who needs 'friends'?
You, apparently, hence your world beating slurping. It really is funny
how the very mention of that singular supreme fuckup of yours makes you
blush, puff up your sunken chest, and start yipping like an excited shar
pei. And you never did answer my question, Ricky - when DID you think
people would forgive and forget that slurp of yours?
> I could be covered in leeches and still look good with an olbie like you
> to punt around, map guy.
It's a little early in the day for unintentional irony, sweet cheeks.
The only "punting" you've delivered was self inflicted. The "Hi! I'm Ricky
'The Writer' Saeger! You guys are all really cool! Can I be your friend?"
bit of yours was more than punt, it was more like a 95 yard field goal.
Kicking your own ass up and over the posts isn't very impressive, Ricky.
> [tit-for-tat snip of long Palmjobian prison rape fantasy]
Awww. The newbie used the word "Palmjobian [sic]". You want to know
what really brings back memories of Palmjob Ricky - saying things like "as
a writer". Now where have I heard *that* one before?
> You've been hanging with Palmjob too long, Rog.
Indeed. I tend to pick on slow moving dullards like you and Biil. I
really need to elevate my standards.
> Here's Roger Williams, sad old back-of-the-wall hanger-on who hasn't
> done much flaming in a looong time.
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> New guy appears. New guy has been around usenet longer than Roger
Excuse me for a second.
Ah, that's better. I laughed so hard at that one, I had to vomit.
Please continue, Slurpette.
> and has won far more flame wars than Roger, albeit without the hindrance
> of a few rules and terminology of engagement.
Included is a snippet of one of your big "flame victories":
Eric Saeger: "No, you're a pee-pee head! I sold more of my Matchbox toys
than you anyways! Neener!"
12 year old: "Fuckhead."
Eric Saeger: "Yessss! I win! I win!"
I seriously can't believe you have the unmitigated stupidity to point
to your less than glorious offerings in alt.flame or elsewhere as some
sort of crowning achievment of ... well, anything. It's like a little kid
on a training potty running around screeching about what a "good number
two" he just left. We're proud of you, Ricky. It took Palmjob almost a
year to become such an easy pickings on alt.flame, but it's taken you less
than three months. Whatever shall you do for an encore?
> New guy responds to poll with positive comments, a fuckup per AF rules.
> Roger, after watching some trollbot named whoops fire on unarmed
> civilians (tm Stain)
"Give us this day," intones Ricky religiously, "our daily slurp."
> in a group that children read (due to the fact that some of said
> positive comments made him look like a loser),
In other words, mean old Whoops humiliated you in front of the only
friends you had on usenet, and pissed you off. Aww. You broke that thing
where my heart should be. Can I get a Kleenex for Ricky here?
> decides that maybe the 'new guy' has potential, so he decides to impart
> a few somewhat enouraging comments while staying in 'character'.
Says "I'm a writer"? Check.
Rattles off non-existent flame war acheivements? Check.
Self-aggrandizing wishful thinking? Check.
Golly, that "style" of yours is pretty familiar, Eric.
> All an ass-covering maneuver of course, just in case the new guy gets
> good.
You should have thought about covering your ass, instead of offering it
to alt.flame with the mother of all slurps, car toy boy.
> There's some innocuous banter for a while wherein Roger tosses a few
> halfhearted flames to keep the 'new guy' on his toes.
And let's not forget your *really* zesty banter, Eric. "I like Mike!".
Yeah, that's pretty deadly stuff you got there, cowboy. Try to slurp
anyone to death, 'kay?
>> When wwwhoops owns your ass, something's wrong, Eric.
> When whoops *what* Rog?
Owns your ass on alt.flame, Eric. Don't tell me that your reading
problems are as bad as your writing ones?
> That unspeakable pussy can't keep his flaming to alt.flame, now can he?
Oh boo fucking hoo hoo. Poor Eric was chased by mean old whooops to a
toy car newsgroup. Oh, the humanity. Someone be a chap and notify the
United Nations; I think we have a genuine war crime on our hands here.
> I beat him until he took it to a *kid's* group.
It must be a newsgroup for children if you're such a noted participant.
> His idea of a flame is calling me by my wrong first name.
Stick around a little longer - "Slurper" or "Fuckhead" *will* be your
first name before too long.
> Are you inferring that he's out-flamed me or anyone else on AF?
> Yes or no?
Ricky, Mother Theresa could outflame you. Shit, the undead corpse of
Gareth Gee could outflame you. You don't exactly raise the bar very high.
> Anyway luzer, after all is said and done, this is where we are:
... with me asking Whoops if I can kick your ass for the weekend. I
paid a carton of Camels, so I'm afraid you don't have much of a choice.
>> > Since when is Dorchester a Boston neighborhood, ya cranky old git?
>> That's perfect, if a little ambitious. History and geography don't
>> seem to be your strong points, Matchbox boy.
> Non-sequitur.
It would be a non-sequitur if you had the reading comprehension skills
of a crack baby.
> Is Dorchester or is it not within the city limits of Boston, olbie?
No, Dorchester is some sort of mythical faerieland where visions of
Martin Hannigan dance in your head. It apparently doesn't exist anywhere
at all. Bravo, Ricky, you're the cleverest boy in special ed. Your Matchbox
car prize is in the mail.
>> Try slurrrrrping Meatin
>> Handonglans some more, and I'm sure he'll set you straight (so to
>> speak).
> Hope I grow up to be you.
Barring some sort of divine intervention, or some sort of miraculous
acceleration of evolution, I'm afraid you're not quite ready to catch up,
slurper boy.
> e-xcreta
esaeger
["I'll help you out with some Palmjob of my own Rog! I hate 'im
too cu' he beet me up!"]
>>Roger, after watching some trollbot named whoops fire on
>>unarmed civilians (tm Stain) in a group that children read
>>(due to the fact that some of said positive comments made him
>>look like a loser),
>
>Sure.
Yep. You looked like a loser then, and you still do now, Keeper
of Eric History.
Face it, whoops. Every piece of garbage you've posted to AF has
shown you up to be a loser. You're a practice bot. Nothing
more.
Okay?
>That's why I used said comments as my .sig for two months.
>Because I thought they made *me* look like a loser. [chuckle]
Why are you so infatuated with me that you'd carry the same sig
for two months, loser? Surely I've done one or two things that
might qualify as a replacement, or are you just inferring that
I've been throwing nothing but strikes since?
Thanks, whoops.
>> That unspeakable pussy can't keep his flaming
>>to alt.flame, now can he?
>
>Still calling me a "child abuser" because I x-posted a few
>messages to r.t.c, whiner?
No, just a coward who can't get his shit straight, bot.
"A few." Fuck, what a loser you are.
>You should take a look at yourself, scum.
"Scum." Says the psycho in the raincoat.
> Do you think your behaviour (stalking Wal-Marts at 6 AM every
> day to get your filthy hands on the new toys before the
> children can, then selling said toys on e-bay to make a profit
> with the r.t.c "children"'s pocket money) sets a good
> example, failed speculator boy?
You're comparing building an up-and-up part-time business with
shocking the shit out of parents by hanging one's dong in their
kids' faces like you did, whoops, so fuck your question and fuck
you too. You're just trying to avoid the fact that all you are
is a net kook, some angry little marketing dweeb who decided to
take out a Deja account so that you could pretend to be this
tough-guy Psycho Vinnie from the Gambino Murder Family. In RL
you must feel impotent, weak, and non-essential, an attitude
that probably matches your short stature, pattern baldness, or
ugly face, take your pick (it's obvious). Some folks do seem to
be amused by your tactics, whoops, but it's unfair play and
you'd know it if you weren't so determined to gain respect from
your adversaries.
But that won't happen. You haven't outflamed anyone on this
newsgroup, whoops. Not one person. Hogarth made you look like
a dunce from the start, Mikey scoffs at your every 'insult', and
all you are to me is a groupie.
Psychos never win, whoops, so I don't expect to see you around
much longer. Sad fact, but there it is. What kind of UPA
poster do you think you are, whoops?
>By writing long-winded crap, fleeing from my responses to it,
>starting new threads as soon as you were beaten, and then
>conceding complete defeat in your "SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK
>SPANK" nervous breakdown?
No, you warty little idiot, by posting flames while you cut-and-
pasted Deja-ghoulings and shit you never beat out of me
yourself. Think you can get me to cough up sig material in an
exchange between the two of us before I sig five of your fuckups?
Whatcha think, luzer?
>>until he took it to a *kid's*
>>group.
>
>which you were using as a flame group and advertising board for
>your e-bay spam.
You're spinning the ebay shit to make yourself look good,
whoops: if I had something rare, then I advertised it. otherwise
I spared RTC, AT, RT, RTAFM and everyplace else.
Are you against people advertising rare collector items, whoops?
As for 'flaming', I didn't get all R-rated like you, kid-hater.
Meanwhile, does all of that mean that you believe that
expressing disagreement should only be done in flame groups, and
not anywhere else?
Answer the fucking question, Flipper.
>>He morphs to get attention.
>
>Awwwwww. Some "morph". About five posts with the same .sig,
>same news service, same newsreader. How did you figure out it
>was me, Sherlock?
[eyeroll] So you're still the biggest backpedaler in AF history,
eh bot? You posted that you NEVER morph, then you did.
Which is it, spnaky?
Do you or do you not morph? Answer.
Do you think morphing makes you a rad flamer d00d? Answer.
>>Fag lames. Hope I grow up to be you.
>
>"The "faggots" in alt.flame? Has whoops been emailing
> you? :)" Ricky "Fag lames suck" Saeger in
> <88blfg$chu$1...@nnrp1.deja.com>
Spin spin spin, whoops! Note the quote marks. Note that this
was in response to a fag lame. Note that I'm covering your worm
hole, worm.
Looking forward to more of this on Monday, whoops. I may have
to employ a more robust editor to hold that sig book you've been
writing on AF since your first appearance, you pathetic
little... aw fuck it.
You really do think you're good at this shit, don't you?
How sad for you, you frightened little fool, whoever you are.
e-gret
--
"That's why I used said comments as my .sig for two months.
Because I thought they made *me* look like a loser."
- Whoops the Sig-O-Matic hits himself with a fish in
<8c1v9q$jci$0...@dosa.alt.net>
"It certainly was, f*** toy."
- Whoops comes out of the closet in <87u7a2$l9o$0...@dosa.alt.net>
"You're going to spank me?"
- Whoops's Magic 8-Ball delivers some bad news in <87u7a2
$l9o$0...@dosa.alt.net>
"If you want to clumsily classify me with someone else, that's
fine, but at least do it in another sentence than your "royal we"
backpedal."
- Whoops chooses to clumsily split an infinitive before brutally
ax-murdering a sentence in <87u7a2$l9o$0...@dosa.alt.net>
"Nice auto non-sequitur, confused boy."
- Whoops attempts to add a clause to Section 56a of Rule #4,728
of the Flamer's Handbook in <87s8l2$pvn$0...@dosa.alt.net>
"When I have time, like today, I just download messages and post
replies to those I feel like replying to, then stop thinking
about it. "
- Whoops confuses the timeline of his typical workday
as a worldwide audience is left to wonder how old his
"message-downloading" computer is, in
<87vg9t$1jp$0...@dosa.alt.net>
"Your 'style' and your forger's are undistinguishable."
- Whoops types something... undistinguishable in <88um2l$4e2
$0...@dosa.alt.net>
"I don't morph, so if my messages offend you so much, you have
the options of not reading them or killfiling me."
- Whoops lies to himself and usenet in
<8931dd$o35$0...@dosa.alt.net>, before morphing
like a Hannigan in <893im3$b2o$0...@dosa.alt.net> et al.
esaeger
deja.com> wrote:
> ad...@parrot.net wrote:
>
>>Also spracht esaeger <eric.saeg...@digital.com.invalid>:
>
>[..]
>
>>owns your ass, something's wrong, Eric.
>
> you loan it to are late payers...
Nice you've found someone who'll speak to you finally, whoops.
You were made for each other. <snicker>
>That'll be Camel Filters, please.
Fell for the "Get this chick in bed" ads I see.
Poor lonely little man.
e-namel
esaeger
wrote:
>Also spracht Eric W. Saeger <esa...@mindspring.com>:
>
>> Wook at 'im.
>
> Speaking "as a writer" (remember that embarassing fuckup of
> yours, Ricky?)
"Ricky." You're even fucking worse than I expected you to be
today, Rog. What a disgrace you are, big bad old never-was.
I've got a few questions for you today, that is if parrot.net is
even online (don't look like it to me). See if you can address
them.
Explain to me how mentioning that I write is an "embarassing
fuckup." Is revealing personal facts on your little namby pamby
list of rules too, you fucking gnat?
Yes or no? Answer please. If yes, I best not see you even
reporting a shit you took, dickhead, ever.
> you should probably see a speech therapist about your little
>lisp.
Fuckin stupid. Get thee to the Old Lamers home, luzer.
>> Aww mad cu' boo-boo thinks Dorchester's within the town lines
>> of Boston and the new guy (whom he secretly fears) catches
>> him on it.
>
> Come clean with me now, Ricky - do you have a brain tumor, or
> is this stupidity some sort of not-quite-sophisticated-enough
> prank? I take it back - evidently, you've never been to
> Boston.
You said "neighborhoods of Boston," not me, cuntlip. You
couldn't have just said "cities just outside Boston" instead and
made yourself clear to all the non-Bostonians? Do you think the
general reading populace knows the Boston "neighborhoods" like
they do the NY boroughs?
That was another question.
> Would you like me to rephrase this? Ok then:
>
>"First, you arrive in alt.flame from rec.toy.cars, flush with
victory
>after telling 12 year old boys they were poo-poo heads for
dissing your
>e-bay ads on the newsgroup."
Pff. You have no idea who I've faced, you cringing bucket of
tumors. You ever continue trolling a serial killer groupie
after he promised to kill you? How many times have you faced
down an entire newsgroup all on your own-some, you geeky fucking
lemming? Probably none. You can tell me, Rog.
I'll rephrase, because it's a question: name one time that you
trolled an entire newsgroup without the backing of at least
three people?
'Nother question, parrot-man: if I look through DJN, how many
spanks of you will I find?
And one more: did the Lame Giant ever kick your ass off
alt.flame? Were you ever actually afraid of the man?
I await your answers to the above questions.
[yet more Palmshit flushed]
> And you never did answer my question, Ricky - when DID you
> think people would forgive and forget that slurp of yours?
Never, of course. But I didn't think you'd use it as your only
weapon in flame wars. Now go jump in one of your Mahty
pigpiles, you fucking coward.
>> [tit-for-tat snip of long Palmjobian prison rape fantasy]
>
> Awww. The newbie used the word "Palmjobian [sic]". You want to
> know what really brings back memories of Palmjob Ricky -
> saying things like "as a writer". Now where have I heard
> *that* one before?
Stupid fuck. So you don't deny resorting to PALMJOBIAN gushing
when you can't beat someone line-by-line, particularly when your
one-liners suck the big one so loud that it deafens dogs in
Connecticut?
That was another question.
>> You've been hanging with Palmjob too long, Rog.
>
> Indeed. I tend to pick on slow moving dullards like you and
> Biil. I really need to elevate my standards.
IOW, back to Marty and Victor. Big tough man.
> Excuse me for a second.
>
> Ah, that's better. I laughed so hard at that one, I had to
> vomit.
How could laughing make you vomit, Rog? Are you sure it's
laughter that's making your belly lurch, you inane shithead?
That was a question.
[snicker snicker snicker]
>> New guy responds to poll with positive comments, a fuckup per
>> AF rules. Roger, after watching some trollbot named whoops
>> fire on unarmed civilians (tm Stain)
>
> "Give us this day," intones Ricky religiously, "our daily
> slurp."
OK big boss man, from now on attributing any epithets, quotes or
paraphrasing is against the rules, and you'll never do it
*either*, right? <-- question
> In other words, mean old Whoops humiliated you in front of the
> only friends you had on usenet, and pissed you off.
Fuckin A. Do you have kids, Rog? <---question
Just answer if you're not too busy figuring out how to install a
five-dollar NIC for the (heh heh) web server or something.
[...]
> Golly, that "style" of yours is pretty familiar, Eric.
Bah. PKB, victim.
[..]
>> I beat him until he took it to a *kid's* group.
>
> It must be a newsgroup for children if you're such a noted
> participant.
"Good evening ladies and germs!"
Loser. Biilybot did beat you up, didn't he, admin guy?
> Ricky, Mother Theresa could outflame you. Shit, the undead
> corpse of Gareth Gee could outflame you. You don't exactly
> raise the bar very high.
Gee Rog, your idol whoops would have scolded you for a "you
can't flame." How's that make you feel, whoopsie-slurper?
[...]
>> Is Dorchester or is it not within the city limits of Boston,
>> olbie?
>
> No, Dorchester is some sort of mythical faerieland where
> visions of Martin Hannigan dance in your head. It apparently
> doesn't exist anywhere at all. Bravo, Ricky, you're the
> cleverest boy in special ed. Your Matchbox car prize is in
> the mail.
So your story is that Dorchester is a "faerieland" then?
Christ what a disappointment you are.
Mahty probably is dancing in your head, and maybe you should
just go back to pigpiling on him, you snivelling Biily-bitch.
Obviously anyone who doesn't roll over for you after some long
pungent exhale isn't worth your time, but that works for me too,
cuz y'see I shouldn't risk being seen with such a dweeb as you --
but you know us unaffiliated guys, always walkin' the wire.
Try it some time, you "vomiting" chickenshit bitchslappard.
>> Hope I grow up to be you.
>
> Barring some sort of divine intervention, or some sort of
> miraculous acceleration of evolution, I'm afraid you're not
> quite ready to catch up, slurper boy.
Yee-ow. Sure. HAND Snickerman.
e-mu
--
"Oh, it's so impressive to see you rattle off the names of
various Boston neighborhoods."
-It's a lovely day in the neighborhood as Roger Williams drives
around endlessly trying to find Dorchester's Fleet Center, in
<8bvro...@enews2.newsguy.com>
"No, Dorchester is some sort of mythical faerieland where
visions of Martin Hannigan dance in your head."
-Red-faced Roger gives up on newbie-pigpiling and decides to
run away and pick on Hannigan again, as the world yawns, in
<8c25f...@enews1.newsguy.com>
Glodbreg
The Right Reverend Newbomb Turk wrote in message <38df7aad.18104881@news>...
>On Sun, 26 Mar 2000 00:20:22 GMT, "Glodbreg"
><Dri...@worldnet.att.net> wrote:
>
>>>This convicted felon was arrested several years ago in possession of a
>>>gun, a federal felony. Naturally the Feds did nothing. Which brings
>>>another question to mind.
>>
>>The feds are more interested in reviewing tax forms and making sure that
>>lazy deadbeats have a free income.
>>
>
>Seen the long census form yet? You are being audited by the Feds. We
>got the long form last time, and I refused to fill it out.
I just got the usual form. I'm certain that the very stupid don't realize
how big the government's database is. However, I'm relatively certain that
there isn't anyone inthe government with enough brains to use it properly.
we're all pretty safe.
>Gotta make sure that we have our "history month"...which occurs on
>April 15th of each year.
Termite thinks he's going to be able to elect a president that will tax him
fairly. ROTFL!!!
Glodbreg
The Right Reverend Newbomb Turk wrote in message <38e47bd7.18403256@news>...
Texas
>>and is referred to the locals and Juneteenth. when it rolls around, you
>>can't find a janitor, dishwasher, or anyone to clean the heads.
>>
>
>Funny, I thought April 15th was the day. It sure holds a lot of
>significance to them...
Nah...it's Juneteenth when the streets are littered with watermelon rinds.
when I think of April 15, I remember Amos and Andy sitting down to do their
taxes and 12 hours later all they had got done was "name".
John F. Winston
On Wed, 29 Mar 2000, esaeger wrote:
> In article <Pine.BSF.3.96.1000329064843.8187B-
> 100...@shell.mlode.com>, "John F. Winston" <john...@mlode.com>
> wrote:
> >Dear Folks: I hereby start Thread 27. Everyone
> >please join in.
> >John Winston.
>
> Certainly.
> How does one save a wretched mortal soul?
JW I'll bite. How does one?
> e-gret
John F. Winston
Here are some words from a person I trust about my last posting
about Cilantro.
.....................................................................
.....................................................................
From: E G
Subject: How To Get The Lead Out.
Hi folks,
Just wanted to state that while the information in this post is
correct, it is only part of the story. I know from experience, and
from the practitioners that I work with including my holistic doctor,
that it can be quite dangerous to take cilantro in therapeutic doses
unless you take a chelating agent along with it. This could be
chlorella, for example, or Pro-Algen, an arctic ocean algae product.
Chlorella or Pro-algen will bind the toxic metals being released and
pass them harmlessly from the body. Otherwise you can have mercury
freely circulating in the blood and, if you were toxic to begin with,
you can get very, very ill. It can wreak havoc on the liver and/or
kidneys. This happened to me so I know. It is necessary to take
about 12 caps of chlorella per day if you are doing such a procedure,
or 3 caps of Pro-algen which turns out to be much cheaper. I can get
Pro-Algen if anyone is interested.
In addition, what this article does not say is that, before doing
any sort of a cilantro cleanse, it is imperative that the person in
question has done quite a bit of other detoxifying first using other
methods. The reason for this is as follows. Cilantro is able to
pass the blood-brain barrier and is one of the few detoxifying
substances able to do this. And it will pull mercury and aluminum
from the brain, which is very difficult to do otherwise. However,
cilantro will move these toxic metals from the area of *greater*
concentration to the area of *lesser* concentration. So suppose you
have more mercury in your body, overall, than in your brain.
You take cilantro--the result is that the mercury is moved out of
the main part of your body, and into your brain. Now you are worse
off than before. Your body must be *relatively clear* of mercury
before you start the cilantro. Then, the result will be that the
mercury is moved from your brain into your body, and can be excreted,
with the help of binding agents as described above.
Detoxing heavy and toxic metals is no joke and must be done very
carefully, unless you are a person with just a bit of toxicity and
a healthy, strong constitution to begin with. I usually don't do a
"reply to all" in an email, but I felt that the information in the
original email was potentially dangerous enough that it merited a
warning.
Sincerely,
E G
JW Don't tell anyone but I've been eating Cilantro for the last 2
days like it was going out of style and I'm still wide eyed and bushy
tailed, or is that my cat "Radar The Earthquake Predicting Cat?"
It's best not to do exactly like I do because I eat a little Wormwood
sometimes which is supposed to kill worms in you but if it is put in
wine it will make you crazy as a loon. I eat a little bit of Pok
berries which are supposed to be poison, (acutally I just taste them
a little). They are somewhat poisonous but they say that if you eat
one of them a day, probably in the mature dried form, then two a day,
after you get up to about 8 of them a day you won't have the big A
disease. Of course you just may be dead. I chew and then spit out
a small piece of Wild Peach each day to become immunized to Poison Oak.
I unwisely sometime think, "If a little is good for you then a whole
lot will be better." If you finally eat about a whole leaf like I
did you'll go into convulsions and just about die. So it's best to
be careful when you take advice from John Winston.
I bought some Cilantro in the freeze-dried form and it tastes a little
bit like Alfalfa. I bought a few plants of Celantro and planted them in
my garden and I bought some seed. I seem to be very healthy.
John Winston. john...@mlode.com
John F. Winston
If you have been feeling poorly for a while you should now be feeling
a little better. My Spiritual Warrior friends will explain what has
happened in the following information.
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From: Jack
Subject: Everyone makes the Cut?
John: If you have any of your readers asking what happened over last
weekend to have people feel stagnated and discouraged, here is at least
one explanation.
EVERYONE MAKES THE CUT!
Some interesting things have transpired in the astral plane within the
past couple of days.
A few days ago, as a test of my "third eye" function, S encouraged me
to ask Ashtar to appear and feel his energies. I could make out the
helmet with the tall narrow partial arc feature, but couldn't detect
much energy. But I could see his shoulder length blonde hair when he
removed this helmet. Then she asked me to call Sananda who appeared
almost immediately and once again I could make out a vague form, but not
much energy or color.
So S asked me to invite Sananda to enter my body, which he did. I
could feel a slight "jump" but once again not much energy difference.
So I said he could leave now, but he commented that he would like to
stay a couple of minutes longer, since he had not experienced such a
"clear" body as mine in a while. I took this as a great compliment.
Since then, I have felt his presence on a couple of occasions, both of
which was just before I took a nap. No big deal, I thought. On looking
back, I realized that Sananda had apparently walked into my body on both
occasions.
A couple of days ago, S and I were checking over Missy (the group
spirit of Humanity), and I got the feeling that she felt ready to
ascend into the upper harmonics of the 4th dimension/density. So I told
her I was receiving the impression that it was not yet time. I was not
aware of the tremendous effect this thought was to have.
Late Sunday evening the following combined letter on this subject was
sent from Ruth including quotes from S's letter to me which Ruth got a
copy of.
Hi Jack and S and Roger:
(Ruth:)What S says I have been feeling for some time. I have tried to
talk to Springs about it, but she is not here and sort of dismisses
it. I just feel as if I am being throttled.. and the time line is
BLANK for the future it feels. It is different than when I did not
know what I would do in 98.. it is just a blank.. no choices or hope. I
feel as if I am going to drop off the world every second. There is
NOTHING out there to step into it feels.
(S:) > Hi Jack,
Ruth called last night and we talked about how we felt that something
was really wrong and that we just didn't feel ourselves anymore. I told
her about the copy thing, (S felt she could sense a copy of herself) and
she agreed that it was how she felt, too.
I remember that the night before, I dreamed that we were in the wrong
time template or something, and that we had to change it back. I kept
dreaming this over and over and over.....
(Ruth:)I feel this too.
Something is screwed up. I feel it is the N-O too.. they have shut
us up in some kind of tomb... ! YIKES.
I try to stay on the 5th.. and it keeps you away from attacks.. but
then there is only a future that appears to be what you intend. So if
you do not have a clear idea of how you want it to be it seems to me..
and if you do not constantly reinforce what you are creating.. you get
this BLANK!
(S:)> Then just now I woke up realizing that all this happened when
you stopped Missy from ascending and she got mad at you. I think what
that did was condemn all the Lightworkers to horrible deaths as the
only way to ascend anymore. Also death may be the only way now to
avoid what the NW- has in store for everyone. I think in your
determination that everyone ascend, that now no one will except
through death. On this time line, there is no physical ascension.
(Ruth:)I feel this too.. I wish I did not. I did not before November..
but something occurred. Maybe it was how they messed with the great
pyramid.
Where are the Pleiadians.. where are the Andromedans.. who is helping
us to get through this?
(S:)> We aren't supposed to be on and at the mercy of the -WO, who are
determined not to shape up. On the other time line, you (Jack) weren't
supposed to die.
(Ruth:)The time line we were on in Aug - Oct.. I agree. I could see how
we could live for ever.. I felt it and saw it. Now it is back to the same
old garbage.. of feeling like death.
I must echo S's senses today.. the murder of the white buffalo upset
the Indian community.. and I guess I feel it too.
Ruth
(S:)> We may be in over our heads now, and you might have to ask the
Holy Spirit to put things right, so we can ascend before the horrors
start, if it is even possible to fix it now.
(back to Jack) So this is the background of what transpired this
morning (Monday March 27.)
With two people stating that my telling Missy it wasn't time to
ascend was what stopped our progress, I asked my Guidance if this was
true. I was told that that is what had happened. Ascension had
stopped. So I thought, well, if I caused it to stop, I should be able
to cause it to start up again. So I stated firmly that the Divine Plan
of Ascension be reinstated and that this Plan be followed to the letter
without further delay or interruption. S had said earlier that
she had "seen" me in the Astral Plane , in three-dimensional and full
color, state unequivocally that I wanted EVERYONE to make it into
the highest levels of the 4th dimension. So I was indeed the culprit,
and apparently felt that an additional delay would allow this to happen.
I asked my Guidance why a human being had to be involved in all this,
and couldn't Sananda do this work by himself. And then it dawned on
me. We have free will. Any change had to be at the instigation of at
least one person representing all humanity, based upon it being for the
highest good for all concerned. So Sananda could not do anything from
his side of the veil without overstepping our free will. BUT if Sananda
"stepped into" a willing vehicle such as myself, who gave prior approval
to all he did through me, he would be acting under the umbrella of free
will.
This is apparently what had happened. The second time I sensed Sananda's
presence was just before I sat down in an easy chair and closed my eyes
for "brief" nap yesterday (Sunday) evening around 7:15 PM. I was
roused out of a deep sleep at just before 11:00 PM, and promptly got up
and went to bed and slept soundly until about 5:30 this morning. S
told me at our usual breakfast meeting at Burger King that she went to
bed, was roused and promptly went to sleep again at the same times I did,
indicating that we were apparently both on an astral assignment
representing humanity during this time period when the ascension had
ceased. I was later told that we were with Sananda, Archangel Ashtar
and the Holy Spirit who were planting seeds of desire to ascend in not
only all of humanity, but in all sentient creatures in the Universe,
even the humans who otherwise were destined to be shuttled off into a
pseudo 3rd density world with an uncertain future and those who had
stagnated in the lower levels of the Hereafter.
So with this seed planting project completed, all sentient creatures
are now destined to ascend into the upper harmonics of the 4th density
reality and ultimately the 5th, since all ETs, and now we too, are
already in its lower harmonics. So nobody is left out. Humanity being
the last remaining 3rd density creatures with free will, were through
karmic connections holding the entire universe from ascending. And once
we were out of the 3rd density, we had started the ascension process,
which has been slowed down and actually stopped several times by ET and
dark Oversoul interference. But the resistance is now apparently at an
end.
I seemed to be following a well-rehearsed script in this adventure as
was the case in the Armageddon Chronicles story on my website, this time
shutting down our ascension, then declaring that everyone was to ascend,
which freed the Heavenly Team to plant these seeds of desire.
Things apparently have changed. Here are excerpts from a letter
received from Ruth later this morning after getting a brief report
from S on her sensing a positive change:
(Ruth:)THANKS.. Feel much better.. almost like me again.
I knew you two had done something today when I woke up. I was over my
depression.
(S:) > Well, do you feel different? We connected you with Isis. And
I think Jack fixed the other problem, and the ascension is back on
track. He took seriously what we both said. He will send you some
info about it later on. Missy is already for ascension, and so is
Gaia, and it could happen any time now. I feel we don't have to do
anything consciously much anymore. Just wait.... The birthing
process has begun.
(Ruth:) This is the year I was told that I would be going to the UN to
talk about the aliens and the role of the woman.
We shall see how that pans out.
(S:)> We did some work on you. I saw that you had something wrong
with your shoulder, and Jack said that it was all the residue from
all the old g-ds that were thought forms that we had dissolved a long
time ago. We never cleaned up the trash from them, and you collected
it all up. So (Ruth:)Well that could be. I feel so much detritous
in my shoulder and neck. A healer worked on me yesterday and she said
I was collecting negativity.
(S:) > We did the equal/opposite (energy creation and merging) on it
and got rid of it. You might feel as though a huge weight had been
lifted. We were looking to see what else needed doing when all of a
sudden Sananda stepped in and said he would take over and do the
rest for you! I could see and feel him there.
Jack said it was more of an androgenous presence. I will be curious
to hear what you feel about it all now. Let us know!
(Ruth:) Hmm... Well I was asleep...and feeling much better when I
awoke..like all the weight of my problems from yesterday had been
lifted..
THANKS S and Jack.. I can work today.. yesterday I was paralyzed with
depression. Most unusual for me.
Take care, Blessings
Ruth.
Note: It is my understanding that Missy is now ascending into the
upper harmonics of the 4th density/dimension, meaning that humanity is
following her at a rate appropriate for each individual. This also
suggests that Gaia is also well on her way. The fact that all are
within this level of reality means that no one has been left behind in
the 3rd density. Prior to this change, I was receiving the idea that
those not making the cut were down to about 25 percent of humanity, and
after all this work, the percentage during the day has been steadily
dropping and is on its way to zero. I understand that the lower levels
of the Hereafter are located in the lower levels of the 4th density, as
are most ETs, but in different areas and harmonics. There have been
large numbers of ETs asking for the gift of Unconditional Love recently,
possibly as the result of their becoming aware that it was either this
or eventual termination, since otherwise they were locked in the lower
4th density environment and were thus blocked from becoming eventual
candidates for the 5th density ascension. Roger, the other member of
the "fearsome foursome" has been working in this field for countless
ages, making this apparent cleanup of the stragglers much easier.
I think I'm due for a few days rest in Tahiti courtesy of a
Pleiadian UFO.
Love and Light,
Jack O'B http://members.yournet.com/jobrien
John Winston. john...@mlode.com
John F. Winston
Here is some information that is a little bit different. It
takes about us going through. It also talks about the Andromedans
who I consider one of the good type space people.
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From: B--S
Subject: Light-Master Technology
40,000 Secret Scrolls Reveal Earth's Lost Origins
Synopsis of Interview with Kirael
Of 700,000 scrolls that existed before 200 B.C., only 40,000
survive today. Over 660,000 scrolls were burned or destroyed in
the Dark Ages.
Earth's Slanted History
KIRAEL - IN THE PROCESS OF TRYING TO understand the Earth plane
and what it is going through, oftentimes we must look into what
you consider to be history. Your history is quite slanted because
humans control it. It has been slanted over long periods - at
least the last 1,700 to 1,800 years. Humans have used it to
protect what they feel is their own society - the human race. They
are the ones who have actually written the history books and
decided what is best for you.
For a long time, it was believed that Columbus discovered America
in the year 1492 (it was actually 1491, but the historians like
1492). Yet, upon his arrival, he found people already living on
the land (Native Indians). How could he have discovered it? I mean
that is evidence in itself.
Outer-World Intervention (Circa 200 B.C.)
Some of the 40,000 scrolls contain information about galactic
interaction on the Earth plane, and their influence on Earth's
history. I like to use the term "outer-worlds" to refer to the
galactic worlds. Prior to Master Je--s entering the Earth
plane, there were numerous encounters of outer-world interaction.
That's why drawings are found in the pyramids and cave dwellings
of space craft floating in the air with helmeted beings in the
craft.
One of the scrolls that was discovered reveals the fact that there
has been a lot of outer-world interaction with the Earth plane.
This scroll is in human hands at this point, but I doubt if it
will be made public because again we have proof that about 2,000
years ago outer-world interaction took place on your Earth plane.
This particular scroll will show how your Earth plane arrived at
the place that we refer to now as "The Shift."
The mystic-explorers of that time who had influence from the outer
worlds wrote some of these scrolls and hid them away in different
parts of the Earth so they would not be lost. They were the pilot
majors aboard the sailing ships exploring the Earth plane. They
were ahead of their time in their thinking. Hence, they were
looked upon as a bit scandalous or outside the world, so to speak.
The mystic-explorers hid these scrolls when the breakdown between
C-urch and State came, just before the beginning of the Dark Ages
(200 B.C.). Eventually, these mystic-explorers became the
emperor-pope religious leaders that still exist today. The vast
amount of scrolls hidden away in the Vatican (Rome, Italy) will
collaborate [sic - corroborate] what I'm talking about.
Earth's Evolution Mirrors Galactic Evolution
Each planetary system within the 200 billion galaxies that has
life form - all of them do - are in an evolutionary process. It's
the same with Mother Earth. Prior to the life of Master Jes-- on
the Earth plane, it was discovered that many other galactic
evolutionary systems were mirrored right here on the Earth plane.
The Creator in Its own love and wisdom allows each evolutionary
unit or process to be re-populated seven times. Earth is no
exception. The Earth plane or Mother Earth is the last remaining
evolutionary process in this solar system, and She has experienced
six different re-populations. Some of the 40,000 scrolls contain
information about these six different cycles on Earth. Planets
like Mars have had seven cycles. Since Earth is on Her sixth
population, we in the Guidance Realm have no burning desire to go
to the seventh cycle at this point.
The Great War in Andromeda
Let's tie all this together: Before recorded history in the outer
worlds, there was a great war between two different galactic
realities - the Exzemtures and Wylandans. Now, the similarity
between them and the Earth plane are: They never battled in their
own galaxies. They picked a distant galaxy to create and fight
their war. In this case, the peace-loving star system of Andromeda
became the battleground.
Andromeda was small in comparison to the other two, and the
Andromedans tried to mediate the situation. They just wanted
everybody to stop having these wars and guess what happened?
Andromeda became involved in the war, and a lot of it was
aimed right at them.
It's just like on the Earth plane: You take a little country like
Kosovo or Vietnam and that's where you do battle. That's where you
check out your weapons and see how strong your boys are and how
fast they can fly and so on. But, it's always in a little country
that doesn't seem to bother anyone else. Andromeda became one of
these places where all the battles took place. But, it was made to
look as if the war was Andromeda's fault. That's why they seem to
have a bit of a bad reputation now and then. It was made to appear
as if Andromeda was the one who had all the problems. Well, the
Andromedans were overtaken. They lost the war, so to speak.
Actually, Andromeda didn't lose the war.
As a result, all of their military power was taken from them.
While everybody left them alone and fought their wars, the
Andromedans had no worries because they had no strength and were
not a threat. They had no weapons, no military force, no defense
system, nothing. So, they devoted themselves to using their
scientific knowledge to gain great strength in the world of
understanding which they did over thousands of years. That's all
they did. They never fought any wars.
Their outcome was much like the war with the Japanese in World War
II. The war was fought in the South Pacific islands, and Japan was
ultimately defeated. Nobody paid any attention to them because
they didn't have an army, didn't have to spend any money on
weapons, and spent their time on bringing forth all the beauty
they could bring forth.
The Great Power of Andromeda
For thousands of years, the Andromedans spent their time learning
about Earth's human population and all the other races that they
would encounter as time came to pass. Andromeda brought itself up
to a power that is now second to none. It mirrors the economic
power and strength of Japan in your world today. While Andromeda
is not the biggest power by any stretch of the imagination, they
have technology that is still sought after by the outer-worlds.
That is why today they have been charged with the safekeeping of
the Earth plane.
They know exactly what's taking place on Earth. They know that the
other outer-worlds have tried in the past to influence the Earth
plane in hopes of creating a war here to avoid wars in their own
galaxies. Well, that all ended about 2,200 years ago. It started
to come to a close when Master J--us arrived on the Earth plane.
One of his tasks in the awakening of Love and Healing was to
remind the Earth plane that they wanted no part of having these
outside influences. All the talk of the devil and other things
that your religious leaders used was not what Master Je--s came
here to speak of. He came here to remind the people to be within
the people. The energy patterns called "humans" needed to evolve
as humans and humans alone. Well, obviously Master Jes-- didn't
get the job done as best as he would have liked because he was put
to death. His life plan (some know this and many do not) was
slated to extend somewhere in his seventies, which was quite old
for that time period, but his life was cut a bit on the short
side.
Andromeda's Powerful Light-Master Technology
At this moment, the Andromedans are developing cutting-edge
technology that is referred to as "light-master technology." They
have discovered an energy that can actually generate a set of
vibrations that will spiritually awaken the populace of a
planetary system and move them into a higher vibrational pattern
of light energy. In simplicity, they are working on a universal
enlightenment system that will turn everybody into a spiritual
master just at the press of a button. They haven't perfected it
yet, but that is their goal. It is our hopes in the Guidance
Reality that the Andromedans can perfect their technology to the
point where they will be able to use it at the Shift.
Currently, this technology is only available to individuals, and
they are doing it on a very minimal basis. It's awesome
technology, but nobody gets the use of it without asking. If a
person wants the opportunity to use this technology, simply make
this request by praying to your Angels and Guides, and that
information will be passed on to the Andromedans.
The Andromedans are working now to use this technology on a mass
scale at the time of the Shift. But even so, they can't do it
until the masses accept the reality of it. There is no opportunity
to use it without the individual's permission. That is the
difference. If the Andromedans can bring their technology to that
level, and when the opportunity arises, they will be able to move
masses of you through the Shift versus one person at a time. This
is why the Guidance Realm is working so hard to help you
understand the Shift.
The information above is presented for your discernment
and is courtesy of:
Kirael's Inward Portal
http://www.inward.com/
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Someone asked me to check out this web site. I don't know who the
Old One is because I haven't checked out that item yet.
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Getting http://www.planetaryhq.com/mars2.htm
Mars Attack II
On July 4th, 1998 N-sa and other go-ernmental concerns sent a
lander to Mars. Some noted that the mission carried twice as much
fuel as really needed. The public was indulged with censored images of
a little robot moving around the surface while scientists gave cutsey
names to various rocks.
Untold to the public was the fact that mission actually had two
probes. Thus the need for twice as much fuel as a one probe mission
would have demanded. There was nothing cute about the second mission.
Its sole objective was to n-ke Cydonia. It failed.
It has been known for some time there is an 'alien' base in that
area.
It was also learned that an attack from orbit was impossible as the
residents there take a dim view of being blown up.
The interplanetary geniuses at Nas- came up with a new plan which
was implemented today,
December 3, 1999.
The Uni-ed States has landed a mission in the polar region of Mars
to test whether or not water resources exist in this region.
The objective is legitimate. As with the prior effort in 1998
another mission objective was piggy backed, again - nuk-s for Cydonia.
This time a slightly different approach was employed in that two
missiles, each containing ten warheads were landed and deployed.
Instead of making an outright attack on the Cydonia base, a wait
and see if there's any danger attitude has been implemented. It is
for this reason alone that the lander was permitted to touch down at
all.
Old One decided that if this made some feel more secure, why not.
Regardless, a defensive structure is in place and there is no
possibility any attack would be successful.
Update - December 7 1999
N-sa now claims it can't get its antenna pointed towards its target.
The claim is false and the probe was operational on landing. It
would appear that Na-a never had any intention of even putting on the
dog and pony show it usually delivers to the paying public.
One might infer an increase in the arrogance factor as the number of
failed Mars missions grows leaving one to doubt the competence of an
organization that doesn't seem to function well to its purpose.
Update and correction - December 9 1999
My speculation as to -asa's intentions was in error. The probe
landed and functioned perfectly. However, its signal was being blocked
from the time it came out of orbit. Old One sent a crew to examine
the spacecraft in considerable detail. Along with the -ukes (which
was known before it ever entered Mars orbit) the other scientific
equipment onboard was far more sophisticated in its purpose than just
determining whether or not there was water on Mars. In fact, new
technologies allowing the craft to make extensive and accurate
subsurface maps of Mars were in place. Old One decided that it was
not in the best interests of those on Mars to allow this information
sent to Earth. The probe has been rendered inoperative.
I'd offer a suggestion to N-sa and the Mil-tary. If you want
information about Mars - ask permission first. You invade the domain
of others, knowing full well they have representatives here on Earth,
yet choose not to indulge even the most basic of civilities.
John Winston. john...@mlode.com
John F. Winston
I was listening to the Art Bell Radio Show last night and he
made the following announcement.
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From: J
Subject: Text Of Art's ---Resignation, ------------------------------
"In order that you all understand the gravity of the announcement I'm
about to make, it's going to be necessary for me to repeat some very
painful events that have occurred to my family over the past several
years.
On May 16th of the year 1997, my son, Art Bell IV, was kidnapped,
transported across state lines and raped by a substitute teacher from
his own high school. The assailant was HIV positive. My son was a minor.
He was only 16 years old at the time.
The teacher involved was tried, convicted and is now serving a life
sentence. My son though, as you might imagine, was sent into a
psychological tailspin which continues to this very day. We are trying
very very hard to help him recover and lead a more normal life. Some
positive events have occurred toward that end and your prayers are
welcome. Please keep them coming.
While the police work and the trial of my son's assailant were underway,
difficult as it was for me to continue my daily radio programs, I did
so. Because my son was a minor at the time of the crime, the records
were sealed, his name was not made public, something our society does to
protect its own, its future, its young people.
As our family was working through this trauma in private, an event
beyond all bounds of decency and humanity occurred. On December 9th of
1997, just a few months after my son's ordeal, my own began. Ted
Gunderson, a retired FBI agent, along with David Hinkson and the
assistance of others, aired a broadcast which - incredibly, absolutely
incredibly - accused me of committing the very same crime my son had
suffered, child molestation.
The program further stated that I had paid to cover up an indictment in
Nye County, Nevada, my home. It further urged listeners to call me "on
air" and ask if I had been indicted. Of course, these accusations were
entirely false. But, never the less the calls poured into my open line
unscreened program, asking if this was true. I had no choice but to
block out all these calls and keep my silence for fear of my son's
situation becoming public. This broadcast was made on WWCR, world wide
shortwave radio, in Nashville, Tennessee. This station has been
described by newpapers and civic minded organizations as one of the
country's leading broadcasters of hate radio. The individuals, WWCR and
its sister-station WNQM, have allowed to broadcast over the airwaves,
include a man who wrote a book entitled "The Hitler We Loved And Why"
and another man who stated over the airwaves that Jews are the children
of Satan and that African-Americans are "mud people".
In addition to broadcasting these proponents of hate and violence, this
radio station has consciously decided not to spend money on a delay
switch, not to conduct a careful background check of the people it
places on the air and to allow individuals to say almost anything they
want in foreign languages without having staff on duty who can even
understand what they are saying.
In my opinion, WWCR is one of the most irresponsible stations permitted
to broadcast over the airwaves of this country.
Now the fallout from that broadcast has been unbelievable. Besides the
unrelenting accusatory calls, others repeated this false rumor as though
it was fact, resulting in several related lawsuits. Many of you may have
heard my defense played out on the airwaves and the Internet.
No matter how hard I have tried to set the record straight, my torment
and that of my family continues. Recently, a radio host in Toronto,
Canada opened his morning show with the words "I am Art Bell and I
molest little children".
All of this sent me into a psychological tailspin. I felt I had been
dealt a blow I might not recover from. Still I continued my nightly
broadcasts as best I could.
In October of 1998, my son came to a crisis point, a situation so
critical that nothing but my full-time attention would help. So, on that
fateful day, October 13th of 1998, I resigned on air with no intention
of returning. But thanks to the efforts of my network, my best friend
Alan Corbeth, Kraig Kitchin (CEO of Premiere Networks) and Randy
Micheals [CEO of Clear Channel], I was able to return, but the pressure
of having to defend myself against baseless, vile claims that I was a
child molester eventually forced me to reduce my on air hours. Why the
individuals behind the December 9, 1997 broadcast by WWCR decided to
make such a patently false and harmful broadcast remains for the courts
to decide. A major moment in this litigation is going to occur April
28th in Nashville, Tennessee. If justice prevails, a trial, perhaps a
protracted one, may follow. It would be untrue for me to say this has
not affected my air work, it has. It would be unfair to all of you, not
to give you my full-time best. I can no longer do that. The reality that
after suffering the fate of my son's own molestation, I now stand
destined to be tainted for life as a child molester, has proven simply
too much to bear. God knows, I have tried.
For my Son, I pray that somehow his wounds will heal, his mind's
troubles fade into something of a normal life.
For myself an ordeal looms ahead to clear my good name of accusations I
committed a crime, committed against my own son. Nobody ever said life
would be fair, only to be lived as the hand is dealt to you. For all the
years of joy my work has provided, I want to thank all of you and
whatever creative force allowed it.
I have decided to retire from the broadcast business at the end of this
month, my last show to be April 26, 2000.
I will not do any media interviews on this subject. I have already said
more than any private person would have said, a private world I now look
forward to returning to. Any further questions should be addressed to my
attorney Gerard Fox at the law firm of Fox, Siegler & Spillane in Los
Angeles at (310) 229-9300."
-- Art Bell
==============================================================
JW Art said that some people would say this was an April Fools joke
but he said it wasn't.
John Winston. john...@mlode.com
whoops
>In article <8c1v9q$jci$0...@dosa.alt.net>, whoops <wwwhoops@my-
>deja.com> wrote:
>> Eric W. Saeger wrote:
>
>["I'll help you out with some Palmjob of my own Rog! I hate 'im
>too cu' he beet me up!"]
Hehee. I'd knew you would snip that, just like last time. Hard to
answer an accurate summary of your performance on alt.flame, isn't it,
my little fuck-up?
>>>Roger, after watching some trollbot named whoops fire on
>>>unarmed civilians (tm Stain) in a group that children read
>>>(due to the fact that some of said positive comments made him
>>>look like a loser),
>>
>>Sure.
>
>Yep. You looked like a loser then, and you still do now, Keeper
>of Eric History.
>Face it, whoops. Every piece of garbage you've posted to AF has
>shown you up to be a loser. You're a practice bot. Nothing
>more.
>Okay?
Dishing out the "You can't flame"s already? Fuck, Ricky, all this
Stain slurping hasn't done you any good. You used to be able to last
at least *one* reply cycle before either snipping what you couldn't
answer or coming up with yet another "You can't flame" ill-written
variation. You've already managed to do both. I sincerely hope it gets
better.
>>That's why I used said comments as my .sig for two months.
>>Because I thought they made *me* look like a loser. [chuckle]
>
>Why are you so infatuated with me that you'd carry the same sig
>for two months, loser? Surely I've done one or two things that
>might qualify as a replacement, or are you just inferring that
>I've been throwing nothing but strikes since?
Ts ts ts. As I've already told you, you've produced quite a few gems
since, Ricky: Your hilarious spank claims, your "I'm a writer"
statements, your various fuck-ups when not finding posts or being
totally clueless about attributions (pretty sad for someone that says
he's been on Usenet for five years), your other massive slurps, your
grotesque "writing" style, etc...
Admittedly, you haven't topped that initial classic. Yet.
>Thanks, whoops.
Anytime, Ricky.
>>> That unspeakable pussy can't keep his flaming
>>>to alt.flame, now can he?
>>
>>Still calling me a "child abuser" because I x-posted a few
>>messages to r.t.c, whiner?
>
>No, just a coward who can't get his shit straight, bot.
>"A few." Fuck, what a loser you are.
A few, yes, Ricky. That is until your friends started sending me all
sorts of threats by e-mail, and I decided to stay a while longer to
piss them off a bit.
It certainly was worth it, though. Charlie Barker was a riot. Nice set
of kooks you got there, I'll have to say hi one of these days. Is Jo
Ann Nantz still there? She (or he) was about the only worthy
contributor to that NG. Of course, you're too clueless to realise
she's a troll and, and thinking she really is a retard, thought you'd
win your first flame war by taking her on. Sad.
>>You should take a look at yourself, scum.
>
>"Scum." Says the psycho in the raincoat.
>
>> Do you think your behaviour (stalking Wal-Marts at 6 AM every
>> day to get your filthy hands on the new toys before the
>> children can, then selling said toys on e-bay to make a profit
>> with the r.t.c "children"'s pocket money) sets a good
>> example, failed speculator boy?
>
>You're comparing building an up-and-up part-time business with
>shocking the shit out of parents by hanging one's dong in their
>kids' faces like you did, whoops, so fuck your question and fuck
>you too.
An up-and-up part-time business? BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!! Selling
dishes, toy cars and various junk on e-bay for five dollars? Nice
"business" you got there, Ricky, you must be making a fortune. Don't
forget to tell me when you do your IPO, I wouldn't want to miss out on
such a promising investment.
I still think you're worthless scum, BTW. When (if) I have children,
I'll much prefer them to be exposed to a few four-letter words here
and there than to sad individuals like you who speculate on their
toys.
> You're just trying to avoid the fact that all you are
>is a net kook, some angry little marketing dweeb who decided to
>take out a Deja account so that you could pretend to be this
>tough-guy Psycho Vinnie from the Gambino Murder Family.
> In RL
>you must feel impotent, weak, and non-essential, an attitude
>that probably matches your short stature, pattern baldness,
>or ugly face, take your pick (it's obvious).
Neither. How is it "obvious", BTW, Ricky? Tell me, I'm interested.
I see you've moved on to the "Maybe I'm a failure on Usenet, but in
real life I'm way more succesful/better looking/richer/happier than
you are" tactic, pretty typical of the spankard you are. If you want
to play that game, we can, Ricky. I somehow doubt you'll win, though,
unless we limit the comparisons to who's got the most toy cars or
who's the hottest foxtrot dancer.
>Some folks do seem to
>be amused by your tactics, whoops, but it's unfair play and
>you'd know it if you weren't so determined to gain respect from
>your adversaries.
WAAAAH!!! It's not fair!!! Just like your .sig!!! It's not earned!!!
I'm going to tell Stain!!
>But that won't happen. You haven't outflamed anyone on this
>newsgroup, whoops. Not one person. Hogarth made you look like
>a dunce from the start, Mikey scoffs at your every 'insult', and
>all you are to me is a groupie.
A "You can't flame" (that's #2) combined with a slurp. How very you.
>Psychos never win, whoops, so I don't expect to see you around
>much longer.
You already told me this last month. When am I going to "lose" or
leave alt.flame, Ricky?
>Sad fact, but there it is. What kind of UPA
>poster do you think you are, whoops?
UPA? Big words, Ricky. My only ambitions on alt.flame are to virtually
kick your and a few others' asses and read a few funny things.
However, why don't you answer that question yourself, Ricky? What kind
of UPA poster do you think you are?
>
>>By writing long-winded crap, fleeing from my responses to it,
>>starting new threads as soon as you were beaten, and then
>>conceding complete defeat in your "SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK
>>SPANK" nervous breakdown?
>
>No, you warty little idiot, by posting flames while you cut-and-
>pasted Deja-ghoulings and shit you never beat out of me
>yourself. Think you can get me to cough up sig material in an
>exchange between the two of us before I sig five of your fuckups?
>Whatcha think, luzer?
I think that you need reminding that our criteria for .sigging stuff
are quite different than mine, fuck-up. Do you remember that first
.sig you did about me? I was honestly embarrassed for you. And look at
your current one. You advertise in your .sig the fact that you can't
understand sarcasm without it being pointed out to you. Are you
planning on having a .sig that isn't an autoflame one day?
>>>until he took it to a *kid's*
>>>group.
>>
>>which you were using as a flame group and advertising board for
>>your e-bay spam.
>
>You're spinning the ebay shit to make yourself look good,
>whoops: if I had something rare, then I advertised it. otherwise
>I spared RTC, AT, RT, RTAFM and everyplace else.
>Are you against people advertising rare collector items, whoops?
No, but I despise hypocrites that whine when a few flames get x-posted
to their NG because it's a "kids' newsgroup", while themselves taking
these kids' money by speculating on their toys.
>As for 'flaming', I didn't get all R-rated like you, kid-hater.
>Meanwhile, does all of that mean that you believe that
>expressing disagreement should only be done in flame groups, and
>not anywhere else?
>Answer the fucking question, Flipper.
[Guffaw] You're asking a lot of questions, my little angry boy. If my
name was Ricky the coward, I could easily snip them or say "Fuck you
and your question", just like you did above, but since I don't need to
hide by using such tactics, I happily will answer it, fuck-up, by
pointing out one of the posts where you "express disagreement".
You, in <88c372$n0j$1...@nnrp1.deja.com>:
-begin extract-
"You... SOLD a Hot Wheels car, Spanky?! [tremble] I thought you
DIDN'T
BELIEVE in SELLING HOT WHEELS CARS, Spanky?!
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
HA HAHAH HAHAH H AH AHAHA
HA HAHA H AH AHAHAH AHAHAH A AHA
HA HAHA H AHA HAH AHAH HAHA
HA HAHA H AHAHAHA H AHAHAH AH AHA
HA AH HAHA AH AH AHA HA
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
I win again!"
-end extract-
OK, you're right. I take back the "flaming "accusation, as it
certainly wasn't a flame. Would you call it an "expression of
disagreement", hypocrite that read alt.flame to impress the kids of
rec.toys.cars with big words?
>>>He morphs to get attention.
>>
>>Awwwwww. Some "morph". About five posts with the same .sig,
>>same news service, same newsreader. How did you figure out it
>>was me, Sherlock?
>
>[eyeroll] So you're still the biggest backpedaler in AF history,
>eh bot? You posted that you NEVER morph, then you did.
WAAAH!!! Not Fair!!!
When I said it, it was 100% true, Ricky. Besides, I'd call "Ricky
Slurper" as much as a morph as when you change from "esaeger" to "Eric
W. Saeger".
>Which is it, spnaky?
>Do you or do you not morph? Answer.
>Do you think morphing makes you a rad flamer d00d? Answer.
See above, excited boy. I see it makes you all angry, so you'll
probably see my friend Ricky Slurper again shortly.
>>>Fag lames. Hope I grow up to be you.
>>
>>"The "faggots" in alt.flame? Has whoops been emailing
>> you? :)" Ricky "Fag lames suck" Saeger in
>> <88blfg$chu$1...@nnrp1.deja.com>
>
>Spin spin spin, whoops! Note the quote marks. Note that this
>was in response to a fag lame. Note that I'm covering your worm
>hole, worm.
Yep. A fag lame in response to a fag lame. Nice. Seriously, why don't
you join alt.flamenet, Ricky? You know you can't cut it on a.f.
>Looking forward to more of this on Monday, whoops. I may have
>to employ a more robust editor
Start with a decent news service if you want to avoid further
embarrassing fuck-ups, like when you claimed SPANK when you couldn't
find my messages, or the other day when you whined "Liar!! You didn't
killfile me" at Nostry, thinking he was answering you. (He was
actually answering Menjy, my clueless little fuck toy).
> to hold that sig book you've been
>writing on AF since your first appearance, you pathetic
>little... aw fuck it.
I really look forward to your next .sig about me. Don't let me down,
I've bet that you'll fuck up again.
>You really do think you're good at this shit, don't you?
I'm way better than you'll ever be, and you know it, Ricky, if only
because I do this for fun, while you get genuinely angry. To be fair,
if I was as much an embarrassment as you are, I'd probably be angry
too, but then again, I'd just leave.
>How sad for you, you frightened little fool, whoever you are.
Bye bye, my little stalker. A demain, peut-être.
whoops
>In article <8c1u12$eu5$0...@dosa.alt.net>, whoops <wwwhoops@my-
>deja.com> wrote:
>> ad...@parrot.net wrote:
>>
>>>Also spracht esaeger <eric.saeg...@digital.com.invalid>:
#
Oh, BTW Roger, Diesen "t" brauchst Du nicht. HTH.
>>[..]
>>
>>> When wwwhoops
>>>owns your ass, something's wrong, Eric.
>>
>>Yep. Return on investment's pretty crap, especially when people
>> you loan it to are late payers...
>
>Nice you've found someone who'll speak to you finally, whoops.
>You were made for each other. <snicker>
When has Williams "spoken" to me, Ricky? I don't recall him following
up any of my posts. I've already told you this, but just because most
people think you're a failure doesn't mean there's a conspiracy
against you, my little paranoid.
>>That'll be Camel Filters, please.
>
>Fell for the "Get this chick in bed" ads I see.
I've never seen such ads, Ricky. Remember, I live in Europe (that's
another continent than the one you live on). Reynolds' marketing is
bound likely to be different (i.e. aimed at less retarded people than
in the US).
>Poor
Nope.
>lonely
Nope.
>little
Nope.
>man.
Yes!! I *am* a man. Congratulations, Ricky!!!! After all the
assertions you've made about me these last few months, you've finally
managed to get one right. Good boy!!!!!
>e-diot
>
-whoops-
Eric W. Saeger
Nostri...@bungmunch.edu (Nostrildamus) wrote:
[..]
> *PLONK*
Again?
Pft.
e-gret
ad...@parrot.net
> In article <8c25f...@enews1.newsguy.com>, ad...@parrot.net
> wrote:
>>Also spracht Eric W. Saeger <esa...@mindspring.com>:
>>
>>> Wook at 'im.
>>
>> Speaking "as a writer" (remember that embarassing fuckup of
>> yours, Ricky?)
> "Ricky."
Yes, "Ricky", a diminutive nickname of "e-RIC", tagged occasionally
with the world "slurper" as in "Jesus Christ, Ricky Slurper is so far up
Stain's ass, his breath smells like a die cast car".
> You're even fucking worse than I expected you to be
> today, Rog.
Gee, now that's a shame.
> What a disgrace you are, big bad old never-was.
*chuckle*
Ricky Slurper called me a disgrace. Next up, Bill Palmer calls me "long
winded", while Vic Negron calls me a dogfucker. Don't go away, the Ricky
Slurper show will be right back, right here on WPKB.
> I've got a few questions for you today, that is if parrot.net is
> even online (don't look like it to me).
Indeed. I've also got an idea. Let's expose how little Ricky Slurper
knows about anything. parrot.net is "offline"? Sure looks like I own my
domain name to me. Oh, wait, I see where your confusion comes from,
Slurpee! www.parrot.net has no webpage because I took it down. Ergo, in
Saegerlogic, the domain itself is "offline" because webpage = domain. This
is too rich.
> Explain to me how mentioning that I write is an "embarassing
> fuckup."
Bursting into alt.flame babbling and gibbering "I'm a writer! I'm a
writer! Lookit me! I'm a writer!" was an incredible fuckup on your part
Ricky. It was, quite possibly, one of the biggest "KICK ME" signs any
alt.flame newbie could have written on his or her own back.
> Is revealing personal facts on your little namby pamby list of rules
> too, you fucking gnat?
Oh, you sound so worked up, hissing "you fucking gnat". Perhaps you
should start your day with a nice martini and a fistful of valiums,
sweetie.
And what fucking rules? Do you seriously think you're the first person
on alt.flame to have people reveal their own personal information or
something? Wait - you probably did. The way you whined about Wwwhoops
following you to rec.toys.cars and all that, humiliating you in front of
little boys and potential bidders on the junk you sell at e-bay.
> Yes or no? Answer please. If yes, I best not see you even
> reporting a shit you took, dickhead, ever.
This must be the new macho take-no-shit incarnation of Eric "I'm a
slur^H^H^H^Hwriter!" Saeger. It's not very convincing.
>> you should probably see a speech therapist about your little
>>lisp.
> Fuckin stupid. Get thee to the Old Lamers home, luzer.
Autoflame, thy name is Ricky.
>>> Aww mad cu' boo-boo thinks Dorchester's within the town lines
>>> of Boston and the new guy (whom he secretly fears) catches
>>> him on it.
>>
>> Come clean with me now, Ricky - do you have a brain tumor, or
>> is this stupidity some sort of not-quite-sophisticated-enough
>> prank? I take it back - evidently, you've never been to
>> Boston.
> You said "neighborhoods of Boston," not me, cuntlip. You
> couldn't have just said "cities just outside Boston" instead and
> made yourself clear to all the non-Bostonians?
Dorchester is a neighborhood of Boston, car toy boy, not a "city just
outside Boston". Jesus, Ricky, what part of this stunningly simple fact
are you having problems with. Do you realize how stupid you're making
yourself look by this, Eric?
> Do you think the general reading populace knows the Boston
> "neighborhoods" like they do the NY boroughs? That was another question.
Does the "general reading populace" rattle off the name of Boston
neighborhoods acting like they know anything about the city of Boston? No,
but you do, and to make matters worse, you fucked up - spectacularly. In
fact, you fucked up beyond my wildest dreams, geography boy.
>> Would you like me to rephrase this? Ok then:
>>"First, you arrive in alt.flame from rec.toy.cars, flush with
> victory
>>after telling 12 year old boys they were poo-poo heads for
> dissing your
>>e-bay ads on the newsgroup."
> Pff. You have no idea who I've faced, you cringing bucket of
> tumors.
I know who you tried to avoid facing - Stain, O'Neill ... even *Jimmy
Kirk" - by preemptively slurrrrrrrping them. I also know you've faced
Wwwhoops, who gives you the smackdown that keeps the man-bitch relationship
he has with you working.
But do go on.
> You ever continue trolling a serial killer groupie
> after he promised to kill you?
Oh, it's so sad to hear your tales from the war torn usenet battlefields
of rec.toys.cars, Ricky Slurper. Those 8 year old kids are coming to get
ya, Ricky!
> How many times have you faced down an entire newsgroup all on your
> own-some, you geeky fucking lemming?
How many times have you written such ridiculous overstatements of your
various non-acheivements? Add one more.
> I'll rephrase, because it's a question: name one time that you
> trolled an entire newsgroup without the backing of at least
> three people?
The very last time? soc.culture.croatia. Why do you ask, car toy boy?
> 'Nother question, parrot-man: if I look through DJN, how many
> spanks of you will I find?
I dunno. You'll find a lot of Saeger style "SPANK!!" claims; ie,
worthless ones. Newbies like to yell spank a lot. It's a bad habit (like
slurping) that all but the most imbecilic outgrow. Needless to say, this
would also explain your affinity for screeching "SPANK!" every time you
muster the testicular fortitude to follow up an article.
> And one more: did the Lame Giant ever kick your ass off
> alt.flame? Were you ever actually afraid of the man?
Yeah, Ricky, he spanked all of alt.flame by screaming "I'm a writer!",
leaving mounds of barely literate gibberish, and fleeing into the night. I
see you're looking for some strategy tips here.
> I await your answers to the above questions.
> [yet more Palmshit flushed]
Oh, the savage, bitter irony.
>> And you never did answer my question, Ricky - when DID you
>> think people would forgive and forget that slurp of yours?
> Never, of course. But I didn't think you'd use it as your only
> weapon in flame wars.
TRANSLATION: "Stop picking on me, meanie!"
> Now go jump in one of your Mahty pigpiles, you fucking coward.
TRANSLATION: "Marty, help! *slurpslurp*"
>>> [tit-for-tat snip of long Palmjobian prison rape fantasy]
>>
>> Awww. The newbie used the word "Palmjobian [sic]". You want to
>> know what really brings back memories of Palmjob Ricky -
>> saying things like "as a writer". Now where have I heard
>> *that* one before?
> Stupid fuck. So you don't deny resorting to PALMJOBIAN gushing
> when you can't beat someone line-by-line, particularly when your
> one-liners suck the big one so loud that it deafens dogs in
> Connecticut?
The brains the good lord gave you would fit in the trunk of one of your
Matchbox cars, Slurpee. Did you mother eat heaping bowls of Frosted
Thalidomide Flakes while she was carrying you?
> That was another question.
No shit, and I'm not going to hold my breath waiting for you to answer,
especially when the evidence speaks for itself.
> IOW, back to Marty and Victor. Big tough man.
I've never pretended to be an alt.flame bigwig, Ricky; I only pick on
slow moving shitpiles like Vic Negron, Biil Palmer, and, well, you. Tough
breaks, kiddo.
>>> New guy responds to poll with positive comments, a fuckup per
>>> AF rules. Roger, after watching some trollbot named whoops
>>> fire on unarmed civilians (tm Stain)
>>
>> "Give us this day," intones Ricky religiously, "our daily
>> slurp."
> OK big boss man, from now on attributing any epithets, quotes or
> paraphrasing is against the rules, and you'll never do it
> *either*, right? <-- question
"Rules!" screams Ricky, "I need rules!"
What you need is a team of mental health professionals to keep you away
from your computer long enough to stop embarassing yourself on usenet.
>> In other words, mean old Whoops humiliated you in front of the
>> only friends you had on usenet, and pissed you off.
> Fuckin A.
Wow. You sound just like Andrew Dice Clay ... with some sort of
crippling head injury.
> Do you have kids, Rog? <---question
No, which is why I don't have to scrounge around for money by selling
ten dollar trinkets on e-bay. <--suckstoberickyslurper
>> Golly, that "style" of yours is pretty familiar, Eric.
> Bah. PKB, victim.
So you deny you're "I'm a writer!" and "speaking as a writer" follies?
Since you're not particularly quick on the uptake, I'll fill you in,
Ricky. That's the exact style, and I mean the *exact same style* adopted
by one Bill "Biil" Palmer, something you would have known if you'd spent
even 10 minutes lurking on alt.flame before blundering in with Hindenburg
quality autoflames. You made your bed, now lie in it without whining so
much about it, or no more toy cars for you *chuckle*.
> [..]
>>> I beat him until he took it to a *kid's* group.
>> It must be a newsgroup for children if you're such a noted
>> participant.
> "Good evening ladies and germs!"
> Loser. Biilybot did beat you up, didn't he, admin guy?
No, but he claimed he kicked everyone's ass so often even he started to
believe it, all the while bragging that he was a "writer". Stop me if this
is getting to painfully personal, Slurps.
>>> Is Dorchester or is it not within the city limits of Boston,
>>> olbie?
>> No, Dorchester is some sort of mythical faerieland where
>> visions of Martin Hannigan dance in your head. It apparently
>> doesn't exist anywhere at all. Bravo, Ricky, you're the
>> cleverest boy in special ed. Your Matchbox car prize is in
>> the mail.
> So your story is that Dorchester is a "faerieland" then?
No, Ricky, you already told me it's a "city outside Boston". Nice work,
geography boy.
> Mahty probably is dancing in your head, and maybe you should
> just go back to pigpiling on him, you snivelling Biily-bitch.
You're so cute when you think you're tough. Bend over and get that toy
car I dropped, OK? I'd like to think I'm getting the most out of that
carton of cigs I gave Wwhoops.
> e-mbarassing Ricky Slurper autoflames follow
> --
> "Oh, it's so impressive to see you rattle off the names of
> various Boston neighborhoods."
> "No, Dorchester is some sort of mythical faerieland where
> visions of Martin Hannigan dance in your head."
> -Red-faced Roger gives up on newbie-pigpiling and decides to
> run away and pick on Hannigan again, as the world yawns, in
> <8c25f...@enews1.newsguy.com>
Unbelievable. I should probably x-post your gibberish to ne.general.
Let the folks bask in your knowledge of the Boston area. Whaddya say, toy
boy?
Eric W. Saeger
whoops <wwwh...@my-deja.com> wrote:
> esaeger wrote:
>
> >In article <8c1v9q$jci$0...@dosa.alt.net>, whoops <wwwhoops@my-
> >deja.com> wrote:
> >> Eric W. Saeger wrote:
> >
> >["I'll help you out with some Palmjob of my own Rog! I hate 'im
> >too cu' he beet me up!"]
>
> Hehee. I'd knew you would snip that, just like last time. Hard to
> answer an accurate summary of your performance on alt.flame, isn't it,
> my little fuck-up?
Get your scissors out then, puppet. Despite the absolute tedium
involved in the chore, I went over a little of *your* record, and what
a mess it was.
There are slurps, you wanton whore, of Suzie<85km4s$hi5
$0...@dosa.alt.net>, Menjy ("Gee, Menj, I had no idea how old your kids
were...! [blinkblink]), Hogarth [too many to list], and [eyeroll]
Jules<860a3h$i97$2...@dosa.alt.net>. Backpedals galore (ex. <84qa5t$op3
$0...@dosa.alt.net>). Fag lames<87hnus$cq3$0...@dosa.alt.net>.
90% of your bullshit consists of followups to my posts, so why don't
you slurp me the same way you did Suzie, Menjy, Hogarth, and [eyeroll]
Jules, slurper of Suzie, Menjy, Hogarth, and [eyeroll] Jules? Could it
be because you understand that I consider you a completely hopeless
case who CAN'T FLAME? Yes, it could.
You could just slurp me once and save yourself a ton of work, Slurper
to the Many.
> Dishing out the "You can't flame"s already?
Awww. Whoops no likey the "you can't flames." Why would Ewic say such
mean things?
Because you can't flame, whoops. That's why.
> Fuck, Ricky, all this Stain slurping hasn't done you any good.
How pathetic. You slurp Suzie, Menjy, Hogarth, and [eyeroll] Jules,
then Stain knocks you once and you give up.
Pussy.
> You used to be able to last
> at least *one* reply cycle before either snipping what you couldn't
> answer <SLAP>
Since when are people required to respond to their own archive, bot?
And how do you like it? Feeling pReSsUrE?
> or coming up with yet another "You can't flame" ill-written
> variation. You've already managed to do both. I sincerely hope it gets
> better.
Well, you do suck, bot. Apparently you didn't understand when Kirk
told you, but yeah, ya do. Are you saying that you can flame?
> >Why are you so infatuated with me that you'd carry the same sig
> >for two months, loser? Surely I've done one or two things that
> >might qualify as a replacement, or are you just inferring that
> >I've been throwing nothing but strikes since?
>
> Ts ts ts. As I've already told you, you've produced quite a few gems
> since, Ricky: Your hilarious spank claims
What spank claims, slurper? My spankspankspank of you? Don't tell me
that you're stupid enough to think that 'spankspankspank' translates
to "I claim spank on so-and-so?" I *do* claim spank on Henderson as of
yesterday, though, whoops, and I'm pretty sure I got Netscum too with
the "pussy" post, but since he doesn't archive I can't claim it
officially.
Whom have *you* spanked, whoops? Name one person. One.
> your "I'm a writer" statements
Fuckin hopeless. Do tell me what the fuck is wrong with saying you're
a writer when you're a writer, whoops?
And when is your and Williams's Alt.Flame FAQ coming out? I'm
anxiously awaiting your dos and don'ts. Will it be okay to say "As a
doctor" or "As a politician," or will you two dummies throw a hissy,
you fag-laming, slurping backpedaler?
> your various fuck-ups when not finding posts
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!! YM the "Up n At Em" trilogy, you fucking loser?
Go do some work, flunky. You don't belong.
> or being totally clueless about attributions
Don't flatter yourself, King of All Backpedalers. For one so consumed
with every itty bitty word on your opponents' posts, man do you fuck up
a lot.
> >"A few." Fuck, what a loser you are.
>
> A few, yes, Ricky. That is until your friends started sending me all
> sorts of threats by e-mail, and I decided to stay a while longer to
> piss them off a bit.
Why do you think those parents were sending you email and threats,
whoops?
> It certainly was worth it, though. Charlie Barker was a riot. Nice set
> of kooks you got there, I'll have to say hi one of these days. Is Jo
> Ann Nantz still there? She (or he) was about the only worthy
> contributor to that NG. Of course, you're too clueless to realise
> she's a troll and, and thinking she really is a retard, thought you'd
> win your first flame war by taking her on. Sad.
Heh heh. Blah blah blah, spin boy.
> An up-and-up part-time business? BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!! Selling
> dishes, toy cars and various junk on e-bay for five dollars?
Do I have to explain the word 'volume' to you, corporate-slave-for-life?
> Nice "business" you got there, Ricky, you must be making a fortune.
Nice try. That worm doesn't look fresh.
> Don't forget to tell me when you do your IPO, I wouldn't want to miss
> out on such a promising investment.
Heh heh. Whoops, for me it's mostly about fun, not building a
corporation. I appreciate the concern, but worry about your own
house; mine's fine.
> I still think you're worthless scum, BTW. When (if) I have children,
> I'll much prefer them to be exposed to a few four-letter words here
> and there than to sad individuals like you who speculate on their
> toys.
Well, have a nice day, Mister Cuntfuckshit, and don't come crying to me
when your brats get sent home for pulling the teacher's panties down
and screeching "CUUUNT!!!" at her 'here and there'.
> > In RL
> >you must feel impotent, weak, and non-essential, an attitude
> >that probably matches your short stature, pattern baldness,
> >or ugly face, take your pick (it's obvious).
>
> Neither. How is it "obvious", BTW, Ricky? Tell me, I'm interested.
HAW HAW. Have another worm, ya little dummy. 'Ere, put some fuckin
ketchup on it.
This debate looks shitty, whoops. Our styles are completely
different. Go back to playing Scrabble with Hogarth. I mean, it *is*
more your speed, isn't it?
> I see you've moved on to the "Maybe I'm a failure on Usenet, but in
> real life I'm way more succesful/better looking/richer/happier than
> you are" tactic, pretty typical of the spankard you are.
How would you know one type of spankard from another, nitwit, since
you've never created one?
> If you want to play that game, we can, Ricky. I somehow doubt you'll
> win, though, unless we limit the comparisons to who's got the most
> toy cars or who's the hottest foxtrot dancer.
Yeah yeah yeah. 'Ere, bandaid for yer lip, rich (HAW HAW) boy.
> >Some folks do seem to
> >be amused by your tactics, whoops, but it's unfair play and
> >you'd know it if you weren't so determined to gain respect from
> >your adversaries.
>
> WAAAAH!!! It's not fair!!! Just like your .sig!!! It's not earned!!!
> I'm going to tell Stain!!
[sigh] <burp>
> >But that won't happen. You haven't outflamed anyone on this
> >newsgroup, whoops. Not one person. Hogarth made you look like
> >a dunce from the start, Mikey scoffs at your every 'insult', and
> >all you are to me is a groupie.
>
> A "You can't flame" (that's #2) combined with a slurp. How very you.
How was that a slurp, make-up-the-rules-as-you-go-along boy? Saying
Hogarth kicked your ass? If you don't want to face it, have fun down
there nibbling insects in solitary.
> >Psychos never win, whoops, so I don't expect to see you around
> >much longer.
>
> You already told me this last month. When am I going to "lose" or
> leave alt.flame, Ricky?
I honestly don't care if you stay or go, whoops.
And therein lies the entire problem, doesn't it?
> >Sad fact, but there it is. What kind of UPA
> >poster do you think you are, whoops?
>
> UPA? Big words, Ricky.
UPA is an acronym, luzer, not a word.
Do you know what UPA stands for, whoops? [chortle]
> My only ambitions on alt.flame are to virtually
> kick your and a few others' asses and read a few funny things.
And write them too, I see.
> However, why don't you answer that question yourself, Ricky? What kind
> of UPA poster do you think you are?
Fuck you. You first.
That is if you know what UPA stands for.
Do you?
> I think that you need reminding that our criteria for .sigging stuff
> are quite different than mine, fuck-up. Do you remember that first
> .sig you did about me? I was honestly embarrassed for you. And look at
> your current one. You advertise in your .sig the fact that you can't
> understand sarcasm without it being pointed out to you.
Aww, booboo huwt baby.
> >You're spinning the ebay shit to make yourself look good,
> >whoops: if I had something rare, then I advertised it. otherwise
> >I spared RTC, AT, RT, RTAFM and everyplace else.
> >Are you against people advertising rare collector items, whoops?
>
> No, but I despise hypocrites that whine when a few flames get x-posted
> to their NG because it's a "kids' newsgroup", while themselves taking
> these kids' money by speculating on their toys.
Dipshit. It's the adult collectors I cater to, not the kids. Kids
don't care about limited edition collectible stuff; adults do. Try to
read up on subjects in future before you go scrambling for your popgun.
> OK, you're right. I take back the "flaming "accusation, as it
> certainly wasn't a flame. Would you call it an "expression of
> disagreement", hypocrite that read alt.flame to impress the kids of
> rec.toys.cars with big words?
I didn't post "cunt" for the kiddies, kid-hater, I told the guy he was
a loser, which he is.
'Course, this could go on and on and on, and since you enjoy the thick
of thin things, knock yourself out, whoopsie. Maybe you'll find some
post from 1996 where I used the word 'spank' inappropriately. Go dig,
digger.
> When I said it, it was 100% true, Ricky. Besides, I'd call "Ricky
> Slurper" as much as a morph as when you change from "esaeger" to "Eric
> W. Saeger".
King of All Backpedalers you remain, whoops. So if you say anything
else, one shouldn't believe it?
Yes or no will suffice.
> >Which is it, spnaky?
> >Do you or do you not morph? Answer.
> >Do you think morphing makes you a rad flamer d00d? Answer.
>
> See above, excited boy. I see it makes you all angry, so you'll
> probably see my friend Ricky Slurper again shortly.
Big deal. Maybe you'll change your alias to Michael O'Neill again,
Morphy (<864ucn$89p$0...@dosa.alt.net>).
> >Spin spin spin, whoops! Note the quote marks. Note that this
> >was in response to a fag lame. Note that I'm covering your worm
> >hole, worm.
>
> Yep. A fag lame in response to a fag lame. Nice. Seriously, why don't
> you join alt.flamenet, Ricky? You know you can't cut it on a.f.
Oh, it was *another* fag lame of yours, whoops, like when you mistook a
Hogarth insult for an 'invitation for a rim job'?
> >Looking forward to more of this on Monday, whoops. I may have
> >to employ a more robust editor
>
> Start with a decent news service if you want to avoid further
> embarrassing fuck-ups, like when you claimed SPANK when you couldn't
> find my messages, or the other day when you whined "Liar!! You didn't
> killfile me" at Nostry, thinking he was answering you. (He was
> actually answering Menjy, my clueless little fuck toy).
Read today's alt.flame, Slurper of 'Nosty'.
> > to hold that sig book you've been
> >writing on AF since your first appearance, you pathetic
> >little... aw fuck it.
>
> I really look forward to your next .sig about me. Don't let me down,
> I've bet that you'll fuck up again.
Pathetic and weak.
> >You really do think you're good at this shit, don't you?
>
> I'm way better than you'll ever be, and you know it, Ricky, if only
> because I do this for fun, while you get genuinely angry.
Liar.
[...]
> >How sad for you, you frightened little fool, whoever you are.
>
> Bye bye, my little stalker.
Replying to your replies to my posts is stalking? Lot of stalking
going on on this usenet thing, huh whoops?
>A demain, peut-être.
Yeah, well uck-fay ou-yay oo-tay, 'kay whoops?
e-racer
--
"When (if) I have children, I'll much prefer them to be exposed to a
few four-letter words here and there than to sad individuals like you
who speculate on their toys."
- Whoops announces his candidacy for Dad of the Year in <8c8gjq$6t0
$0...@dosa.alt.net>
"That's why I used said comments as my .sig for two months.
Because I thought they made *me* look like a loser."
- Whoops the Sig-O-Matic hits himself with a fish in
<8c1v9q$jci$0...@dosa.alt.net>
"That's why I used said comments as my .sig for two months.
Because I thought they made *me* look like a loser."
Eric W. Saeger
ad...@parrot.net wrote:
> Also spracht esaeger <eric....@digital.com.>:
>
> > In article <8c25f...@enews1.newsguy.com>, ad...@parrot.net
> > wrote:
> >>Also spracht Eric W. Saeger <esa...@mindspring.com>:
[blah de blah]
> > You're even fucking worse than I expected you to be
> > today, Rog.
>
> Gee, now that's a shame.
Sure is.
> > What a disgrace you are, big bad old never-was.
>
> *chuckle*
>
> Ricky Slurper called me a disgrace. Next up, Bill Palmer calls
> me "long winded", while Vic Negron calls me a dogfucker.
Your "friends" have probably talked about you too Rog. Any point here?
> Indeed. I've also got an idea. Let's expose how little Ricky
> Slurper knows about anything. parrot.net is "offline"? Sure looks
> like I own my
> domain name to me. Oh, wait, I see where your confusion comes from,
> Slurpee! www.parrot.net has no webpage because I took it down.
That's what I inferred, Rog. Since your page is offline, how was what
I said wrong?
Were you ever good at this bullshit, Rog? If so, when?
> Ergo, in Saegerlogic, the domain itself is "offline" because webpage
> = domain. This is too rich.
"I invented computers, so you're a dummy!!!1!!"
Fuckin please, homeboy.
> > Explain to me how mentioning that I write is an "embarassing
> > fuckup."
>
> Bursting into alt.flame babbling and gibbering "I'm a writer! I'm a
> writer! Lookit me! I'm a writer!" was an incredible fuckup on your
> part Ricky. It was, quite possibly, one of the biggest "KICK ME"
> signs any alt.flame newbie could have written on his or her own
> back.
Per who's rules, parrot man?
> > Is revealing personal facts on your little namby pamby list of rules
> > too, you fucking gnat?
>
> Oh, you sound so worked up, hissing "you fucking gnat". Perhaps you
> should start your day with a nice martini and a fistful of valiums,
> sweetie.
So no answer, then. How very Williams of you.
> And what fucking rules?
That's what I asked, dildo.
> Do you seriously think you're the first person
> on alt.flame to have people reveal their own personal information or
> something?
"To have people" what? Make sense Rog.
> > Yes or no? Answer please. If yes, I best not see you even
> > reporting a shit you took, dickhead, ever.
>
> This must be the new macho take-no-shit incarnation of Eric "I'm a
> slur^H^H^H^Hwriter!" Saeger. It's not very convincing.
I take that as a yes, backpedaler.
> Dorchester is a neighborhood of Boston, car toy boy, not a "city just
> outside Boston".
Ooookay Rog.
[nothing new, interesting, or fully addresed]
> > 'Nother question, parrot-man: if I look through DJN, how many
> > spanks of you will I find?
>
> I dunno.
Take a guess. 1-10? 11-400?
> > And one more: did the Lame Giant ever kick your ass off
> > alt.flame? Were you ever actually afraid of the man?
>
> Yeah, Ricky, he spanked all of alt.flame by screaming "I'm a writer!",
> leaving mounds of barely literate gibberish, and fleeing into the
> night. I see you're looking for some strategy tips here.
Just asking Rog. Don't get all weird and shit on me.
> > I await your answers to the above questions.
>
> > [yet more Palmshit flushed]
>
> Oh, the savage, bitter irony.
That you might have become that which you hated most?
Agreed Rog.
> > Never, of course. But I didn't think you'd use it as your only
> > weapon in flame wars.
>
> TRANSLATION: "Stop picking on me, meanie!"
Your translator's broken, Rog. More like: "Do you have anything else
aside from SHLURPEEE?"
> > Now go jump in one of your Mahty pigpiles, you fucking coward.
>
> TRANSLATION: "Marty, help! *slurpslurp*"
Your translator's broken, Rog. More like: "You should go back to what
you do best - kicking mortally wounded animals."
> > Stupid fuck. So you don't deny resorting to PALMJOBIAN gushing
> > when you can't beat someone line-by-line, particularly when your
> > one-liners suck the big one so loud that it deafens dogs in
> > Connecticut?
>
> The brains the good lord gave you would fit in the trunk of one of
> your Matchbox cars, Slurpee. Did you mother eat heaping bowls of
> Frosted Thalidomide Flakes while she was carrying you?
Just back from a visit to the Pyramids of Amun-Lame I see.
[...]
> > IOW, back to Marty and Victor. Big tough man.
>
> I've never pretended to be an alt.flame bigwig, Ricky
"THE DEFENDANT WILL ANSWER THE QUESTION."
> > OK big boss man, from now on attributing any epithets, quotes or
> > paraphrasing is against the rules, and you'll never do it
> > *either*, right? <-- question
>
> "Rules!" screams Ricky, "I need rules!"
Run, Rog, run!
[much raw suckage, flushing sound]
e-bee
ad...@parrot.net
"Since when is Dorchester a Boston neighborhood"
Eric "geopgraphy is hard!" Saeger in Message-ID: <8c076...@enews4.newsguy.com>
*chuckle*
esaeger
>
>Eric "geopgraphy is hard!" Saeger in Message-ID:
<8c076...@enews4.newsguy.com>
>
>*chuckle*
Ya misspelled GEOGRAPHY, Williams.
Ha. Fell for my crafty scheme, st00pid cUnT.
e-galitarian
--
"No. Do, or do not. There is no try."
-Yoda
ad...@parrot.net
> In article <8calq...@enews1.newsguy.com>, ad...@parrot.net
> wrote:
>>Also spracht Eric W. Saeger <esa...@mindspring.com>:
>>
>>"Since when is Dorchester a Boston neighborhood"
>>
>>Eric "geopgraphy is hard!" Saeger in Message-ID:
> <8c076...@enews4.newsguy.com>
>>
>>*chuckle*
> Ya misspelled GEOGRAPHY, Williams.
> Ha. Fell for my crafty scheme, st00pid cUnT.
Spell lame me harder,Matchbox boy. So, Ricky Slurper, being the
geography whiz you are, maybe you can help me find Dorchester city hall?
If you're having a bit of trouble, slurp Hannigan for assistance.
> e-xcrement
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"Since when is Dorchester a Boston neighborhood, ya cranky old git?"
Eric 'geography is hard!' Saeger in Message-ID: <8c076...@enews4.newsguy.com>
whoops
.
>In article <8c8gjq$6t0$0...@dosa.alt.net>,
> whoops <wwwh...@my-deja.com> wrote:
>> esaeger wrote:
>>
>> >In article <8c1v9q$jci$0...@dosa.alt.net>, whoops <wwwhoops@my-
>> >deja.com> wrote:
>> >> Eric W. Saeger wrote:
>> >
>> >["I'll help you out with some Palmjob of my own Rog! I hate 'im
>> >too cu' he beet me up!"]
>>
>> Hehee. I'd knew you would snip that, just like last time. Hard to
>> answer an accurate summary of your performance on alt.flame, isn't it,
>> my little fuck-up?
>
>Get your scissors out then, puppet.
See, Ricky. *I*'m going to answer your pitiful "accusations". No need
for scissors, like some little coward I know.. Will you go back and
respond to my description of your alt.flame career? Nope, because
you're a coward.
>Despite the absolute tedium
>involved in the chore, I went over a little of *your* record, and what
>a mess it was.
Hope it didn't distract you too much from the challenging duties of
your high-profile job. [snigger].
>There are slurps, you wanton whore, of Suzie <85km4s$hi5$0...@dosa.alt.net>
Because I pointed out the irony of Mikey virtually "slamming Suzie's
head against the wall" days after the Paul Sparkes women-beater
debate, I was slurping Suzie? BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!
>, Menjy ("Gee, Menj, I had no idea how old your kids
>were...! [blinkblink])
Suuuure. One non-flame message to Menjy is a slurp. Based on your own
criteria, 95% of your alt.flame posts are slurps, then.
>, Hogarth [too many to list],
[Guffaw] Why don't you list two, then, my little cretin?
> and [eyeroll]
>Jules<860a3h$i97$2...@dosa.alt.net>.
That was a flame against Hogarth, you reading-comprehension challenged
fuck. You're really pathetic, my little grepper.
> Backpedals galore (ex. <84qa5t$op3$0...@dosa.alt.net>)
Heehee. I remember Mikey pointing out that same "backpedal". Here,
I'll repost my answer to him, in case you missed it:
"No Mikey, that's not a backpedal. I knew that Hogarth had worked for
Cap Gemini. He admitted that (see above) but pointed out that he had
been working for them as a contractor and not as their employee. Since
both he and I had made our point, I put an end to the argument, as
even if I could be bothered to investigate further (which I can't) I
would not disclose RL stuff in a public forum. That's hardly a
backpedal."
>. Fag lames<87hnus$cq3$0...@dosa.alt.net>.
[shakes head] It's fortunate that *I*'ve got a decent newsreader and I
get to these messages simply by double clicking on the ID. Fuck, you
must have spent *hours* at Deja.
BTW, the "rimming" I was referring to was a metaphor (look it up,
illiterate boy). For instance, when I accuse you of slurping, I'm not
inferring you're actually running your filthy tongue over Stain's
body.
>90% of your bullshit consists of followups to my posts
BWAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
>, so why don't
>you slurp me the same way you did Suzie, Menjy, Hogarth, and [eyeroll]
>Jules, slurper of Suzie, Menjy, Hogarth, and [eyeroll] Jules? Could it
>be because you understand that I consider you a completely hopeless
>case who CAN'T FLAME? Yes, it could.
I've never slurped anybody and even you know it, my sad little cretin.
Regarding you, you're right, if I was to slurp anyone, it definitely
wouldn't be you.
Fuck, Ricky, four hours' work for that? What will your bosses think?
>You could just slurp me once and save yourself a ton of work, Slurper
>to the Many.
Now if that isn't the
PPPPPPPP KKK KKK PPPPPPPP
PPP PPP KKK KKK PPP PPP
PPP PPP KKK KKK PPP PPP
PPP PPP KKK KKK PPP PPP
PPP PPP KKK KKK PPP PPP
PPP PPP KKKKK PPP PPP
PPPPPPPP KKKKK PPPPPPPP
PPP KKK KKK PPPPPPPP
PPP KKK KKK PPP PPP
PPP KKK KKK PPP PPP
PPP KKK KKK PPP PPP
PPP KKK KKK PPP PPP
PPP KKK KK PPP PPP
PPP KKK K PPPPPPPP
of the year.
[you can't flame]
>> Fuck, Ricky, all this Stain slurping hasn't done you any good.
>
>How pathetic. You slurp Suzie, Menjy, Hogarth, and [eyeroll] Jules,
>then Stain knocks you once and you give up.
>Pussy.
Stain knocks me once? Please repost, oh follower-up to every Stain
post. As such, you should know that Stain's post consist mostly of
fuckhead cascades these days, and I certainly don't read all of his
output. You know, Ricky, I've already told you this once, but there
are a lot of messages in alt.flame, and only obsessed fucks with a lot
of time on their hands (like you) read all of them to see if someone's
mentioned them. Furthermore, why would I respond to a Stain taunt,
even if I had seen it? He'd probably flee behind his killfile after
two reply cycles, as he does whenever somebody throws a flame at him.
However, please repost it, if you want. I'll answer it, while you
cower in the back thinking "Yes!!! Now that I've slurped Stain enough,
he'll beat up that mean whoops!!!!"
>> You used to be able to last
>> at least *one* reply cycle before either snipping what you couldn't
>> answer <SLAP>
>
>Since when are people required to respond to their own archive, bot?
>And how do you like it? Feeling pReSsUrE?
[chuckle] Not at all, Ricky. Nice admission, BTW, that my description
of your Usenet activities constitutes an accurate archive. Still
pretty good at autoflames, I see.
>> or coming up with yet another "You can't flame" ill-written
>> variation. You've already managed to do both. I sincerely hope it gets
>> better.
>
[you can't flame]
>> >Why are you so infatuated with me that you'd carry the same sig
>> >for two months, loser? Surely I've done one or two things that
>> >might qualify as a replacement, or are you just inferring that
>> >I've been throwing nothing but strikes since?
>>
>> Ts ts ts. As I've already told you, you've produced quite a few gems
>> since, Ricky: Your hilarious spank claims
>
>What spank claims, slurper? My spankspankspank of you? Don't tell me
>that you're stupid enough to think that 'spankspankspank' translates
>to "I claim spank on so-and-so?"
No, I thought that one meant that you were finally admitting that you
had realised you weren't able to answer anything I wrote without
fucking up and you were (wisely) conceding defeat.
>I *do* claim spank on Henderson as of
>yesterday, though, whoops, and I'm pretty sure I got Netscum too with
>the "pussy" post, but since he doesn't archive I can't claim it
>officially.
Rules, Ricky? Weren't you whining about them?
>Whom have *you* spanked, whoops? Name one person. One.
According to the rule you mentioned above, where one can claim on
anyone's who's disappeared once for a week as long as one's thrown a
post their way? Zee, Paul Sparkes, Botretard, James Kirk, Jules, Tim
Thorne, Beckwith,...
Note that I'm not claiming spank on either of them. As I was telling
someone else recently, I've yet to see a clear-cut spank on alt.flame.
You'll probably be the first, when the two or three people who still
pay attention to you killfile you or you have an irreversible nervous
breakdown.
>> your "I'm a writer" statements
>
>Fuckin hopeless. Do tell me what the fuck is wrong with saying you're
>a writer when you're a writer, whoops?
Since you've proven on Usenet that you can't write for shit, your
claims are pretty hilarious. I thought you'd understood that now.
>And when is your and Williams's Alt.Flame FAQ coming out? I'm
>anxiously awaiting your dos and don'ts. Will it be okay to say "As a
>doctor" or "As a politician," or will you two dummies throw a hissy,
>you fag-laming, slurping backpedaler?
It's completely OK to say almost anything on alt.flame, Ricky.
However, it's also OK to use such hilarious statements against the
person who posted them. HTH.
>> your various fuck-ups when not finding posts
>
>HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!! YM the "Up n At Em" trilogy, you fucking loser?
>Go do some work, flunky. You don't belong.
No, Ricky. I meant your hilarious "target destroyed" claim posted
about five hours after I had answered your previous message.
>> or being totally clueless about attributions
>
>Don't flatter yourself, King of All Backpedalers. For one so consumed
>with every itty bitty word on your opponents' posts, man do you fuck up
>a lot.
Please post a few examples. And no, I don't mean your .sig., since
there's not a single fuck up on it. BTW, you really really suck at
this. I *did* fuck up once on alt.flame, and had to retract something
I had said. You could have at least have found that one, failed
grepper.
>> >"A few." Fuck, what a loser you are.
>>
>> A few, yes, Ricky. That is until your friends started sending me all
>> sorts of threats by e-mail, and I decided to stay a while longer to
>> piss them off a bit.
>
>Why do you think those parents were sending you email and threats,
>whoops?
Because they're fucking psychos and they can't use a killfile?
>
>> It certainly was worth it, though. Charlie Barker was a riot. Nice set
>> of kooks you got there, I'll have to say hi one of these days. Is Jo
>> Ann Nantz still there? She (or he) was about the only worthy
>> contributor to that NG. Of course, you're too clueless to realise
>> she's a troll and, and thinking she really is a retard, thought you'd
>> win your first flame war by taking her on. Sad.
>
>Heh heh. Blah blah blah, spin boy.
[run, run, run]
>> An up-and-up part-time business? BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!! Selling
>> dishes, toy cars and various junk on e-bay for five dollars?
>
>Do I have to explain the word 'volume' to you
If you're making any sort of income from e-bay, that means you're
spending all your free time doing that. Fuck, Ricky, but you're
pathetic. Do you have *any* life besides foxtrot and toy cars?
>, corporate-slave-for-life?
[Guffaw] If I'm lucky, by the time I'm your age, I'll be comfortably
retired. If not, maybe five years later, while you'll still be on
e-bay or its equivalent scraping a living by selling junk. Pathetic
loser.
>> Nice "business" you got there, Ricky, you must be making a fortune.
>
>Nice try. That worm doesn't look fresh.
Dishes selling well?
>> Don't forget to tell me when you do your IPO, I wouldn't want to miss
>> out on such a promising investment.
>
>Heh heh. Whoops, for me it's mostly about fun, not building a
>corporation. I appreciate the concern, but worry about your own
>house; mine's fine.
Sure, that's why you take the trouble of e-baying, packaging and
sending junk for five dollars instead of throwing or giving it away.
It's because you're loaded, right?
>> I still think you're worthless scum, BTW. When (if) I have children,
>> I'll much prefer them to be exposed to a few four-letter words here
>> and there than to sad individuals like you who speculate on their
>> toys.
>
>Well, have a nice day, Mister Cuntfuckshit, and don't come crying to me
>when your brats get sent home for pulling the teacher's panties down
>and screeching "CUUUNT!!!" at her 'here and there'.
I'd probably laugh about it. I'd much prefer that than if they came
back from the toy shop and were sad because a nasty little man got up
at 5 AM to buy all the new toy cars before the children could.
>> > In RL
>> >you must feel impotent, weak, and non-essential, an attitude
>> >that probably matches your short stature, pattern baldness,
>> >or ugly face, take your pick (it's obvious).
>>
>> Neither. How is it "obvious", BTW, Ricky? Tell me, I'm interested.
>
>HAW HAW. Have another worm, ya little dummy. 'Ere, put some fuckin
>ketchup on it.
Answer the question, backpedaller.
>This debate looks shitty, whoops. Our styles are completely
>different. Go back to playing Scrabble with Hogarth. I mean, it *is*
>more your speed, isn't it?
Nice set of non-sequiturs. Were you actually trying to convey a
message, "writer" boy?
[you can't flame]
>> If you want to play that game, we can, Ricky. I somehow doubt you'll
>> win, though, unless we limit the comparisons to who's got the most
>> toy cars or who's the hottest foxtrot dancer.
>
>Yeah yeah yeah. 'Ere, bandaid for yer lip, rich (HAW HAW) boy.
For once, you made a wise decision.
>> >Some folks do seem to
>> >be amused by your tactics, whoops, but it's unfair play and
>> >you'd know it if you weren't so determined to gain respect from
>> >your adversaries.
>>
>> WAAAAH!!! It's not fair!!! Just like your .sig!!! It's not earned!!!
>> I'm going to tell Stain!!
>
>[sigh] <burp>
Stop whining so ridiculously if you don't want people to remind you of
your many failings.
>> >But that won't happen. You haven't outflamed anyone on this
>> >newsgroup, whoops. Not one person. Hogarth made you look like
>> >a dunce from the start, Mikey scoffs at your every 'insult', and
>> >all you are to me is a groupie.
>>
>> A "You can't flame" (that's #2) combined with a slurp. How very you.
>
>How was that a slurp, make-up-the-rules-as-you-go-along boy? Saying
>Hogarth kicked your ass? If you don't want to face it, have fun down
>there nibbling insects in solitary.
I already asked you to point when Hogarth had kicked my ass. You ran
away, remember?
>> >Psychos never win, whoops, so I don't expect to see you around
>> >much longer.
>>
>> You already told me this last month. When am I going to "lose" or
>> leave alt.flame, Ricky?
>
>I honestly don't care if you stay or go, whoops.
Sure, that's why you speculate about my leaving or staying, and spend
hours at Deja reading my stuff.
>And therein lies the entire problem, doesn't it?
No problem for me, Ricky. Maybe the day people ignore me as much as
they ignore you, I'll leave. I'm quite happy here right now.
>> >Sad fact, but there it is. What kind of UPA
>> >poster do you think you are, whoops?
>>
>> UPA? Big words, Ricky.
>
>UPA is an acronym, luzer, not a word.
It's an acronym meaning three words, yes, Ricky.
>Do you know what UPA stands for, whoops? [chortle]
Yep.
>> My only ambitions on alt.flame are to virtually
>> kick your and a few others' asses and read a few funny things.
>
>And write them too, I see.
If I was you, I'd .sig this because I couldn't understand its weak
sarcasm content....
>> However, why don't you answer that question yourself, Ricky? What kind
>> of UPA poster do you think you are?
>
>Fuck you. You first.
>That is if you know what UPA stands for.
>Do you?
Yep. If I tell you, will you answer the question? I've answered it,
BTW. See above, cretin.
>> I think that you need reminding that our criteria for .sigging stuff
>> are quite different than mine, fuck-up. Do you remember that first
>> .sig you did about me? I was honestly embarrassed for you. And look at
>> your current one. You advertise in your .sig the fact that you can't
>> understand sarcasm without it being pointed out to you.
>
>Aww, booboo huwt baby.
BWAHAHAHA!!!!! Have your seen your .sig, Ricky? Read it. Read my
answers to the last points, in a post made a few weeks ago. Then read
the comment you .sigged about .sigs and the definition of the word
"sarcasm". Then finally please point out what's wrong with the first
quote. Then understand why everyone's laughing at you.
>> >You're spinning the ebay shit to make yourself look good,
>> >whoops: if I had something rare, then I advertised it. otherwise
>> >I spared RTC, AT, RT, RTAFM and everyplace else.
>> >Are you against people advertising rare collector items, whoops?
>>
>> No, but I despise hypocrites that whine when a few flames get x-posted
>> to their NG because it's a "kids' newsgroup", while themselves taking
>> these kids' money by speculating on their toys.
>
>Dipshit. It's the adult collectors I cater to, not the kids. Kids
>don't care about limited edition collectible stuff; adults do. Try to
>read up on subjects in future before you go scrambling for your popgun.
Adults? I thought it was a "kids' newsgroup".
>> OK, you're right. I take back the "flaming "accusation, as it
>> certainly wasn't a flame. Would you call it an "expression of
>> disagreement", hypocrite that read alt.flame to impress the kids of
>> rec.toys.cars with big words?
>
>I didn't post "cunt" for the kiddies, kid-hater, I told the guy he was
>a loser, which he is.
Nice example for the kids. "You're a loser!!! I win!!!!"
>'Course, this could go on and on and on, and since you enjoy the thick
>of thin things, knock yourself out, whoopsie. Maybe you'll find some
>post from 1996 where I used the word 'spank' inappropriately. Go dig,
>digger.
I've got quite enough from your 2000 output, my little chronic
fuck-up.
>> When I said it, it was 100% true, Ricky. Besides, I'd call "Ricky
>> Slurper" as much as a morph as when you change from "esaeger" to "Eric
>> W. Saeger".
>
>King of All Backpedalers you remain, whoops. So if you say anything
>else, one shouldn't believe it?
>Yes or no will suffice.
I've never lied on alt.flame. Feel free to believe it or not and .sig
it if you want.
>> >Which is it, spnaky?
>> >Do you or do you not morph? Answer.
>> >Do you think morphing makes you a rad flamer d00d? Answer.
>>
>> See above, excited boy. I see it makes you all angry, so you'll
>> probably see my friend Ricky Slurper again shortly.
>
>Big deal. Maybe you'll change your alias to Michael O'Neill again,
>Morphy (<864ucn$89p$0...@dosa.alt.net>).
BWAHAHAHA!!!!!! When I posted as "Michael O'Neill", with
<wwwh...@my-deja.com> as my e-mail address? Some morph...
>> >Spin spin spin, whoops! Note the quote marks. Note that this
>> >was in response to a fag lame. Note that I'm covering your worm
>> >hole, worm.
>>
>> Yep. A fag lame in response to a fag lame. Nice. Seriously, why don't
>> you join alt.flamenet, Ricky? You know you can't cut it on a.f.
>
>Oh, it was *another* fag lame of yours, whoops, like when you mistook a
>Hogarth insult for an 'invitation for a rim job'?
When you're done with "sarcasm", check out irony, thick boy.
>> >Looking forward to more of this on Monday, whoops. I may have
>> >to employ a more robust editor
>>
>> Start with a decent news service if you want to avoid further
>> embarrassing fuck-ups, like when you claimed SPANK when you couldn't
>> find my messages, or the other day when you whined "Liar!! You didn't
>> killfile me" at Nostry, thinking he was answering you. (He was
>> actually answering Menjy, my clueless little fuck toy).
>
>Read today's alt.flame, Slurper of 'Nosty'.
I slurp "Nosty" now? Nice new tactic you have. Accusing your opponent
of everything he accuses you of. It's call "IKYABWAI", I believe.
Three-year olds usually do that, Ricky.
>> > to hold that sig book you've been
>> >writing on AF since your first appearance, you pathetic
>> >little... aw fuck it.
>>
>> I really look forward to your next .sig about me. Don't let me down,
>> I've bet that you'll fuck up again.
>
>Pathetic and weak.
Your rating of your .sig is absolutely correct. I'm surprised.
>> >You really do think you're good at this shit, don't you?
>>
>> I'm way better than you'll ever be, and you know it, Ricky, if only
>> because I do this for fun, while you get genuinely angry.
>
>Liar.
Are you denying it?
>[...]
>
>> >How sad for you, you frightened little fool, whoever you are.
>>
>> Bye bye, my little stalker.
>
>Replying to your replies to my posts is stalking? Lot of stalking
>going on on this usenet thing, huh whoops?
Today? Yep. Some obsessed twat has spent his day reading all of my
Usenet output. Can't say I'm really flattered.
>>A demain, peut-être.
>
>Yeah, well uck-fay ou-yay oo-tay, 'kay whoops?
Sure, writer boy.
>e-diot
-whoops-
Eric W. Saeger
whoops <wwwh...@my-deja.com> wrote:
> Eric W. Saeger wrote:
>
> See, Ricky. *I*'m going to answer your pitiful "accusations".
A gold star for the Special Olympics guy.
> No need
> for scissors, like some little coward I know.. Will you go back and
> respond to my description of your alt.flame career? Nope, because
> you're a coward.
Rant rant rant. Here, I'll allow you to do it for me...
> >Despite the absolute tedium
> >involved in the chore, I went over a little of *your* record, and
> >what a mess it was.
>
> Hope it didn't distract you too much from the challenging duties of
> your high-profile job. [snigger].
PKB, loon boy. Oh yeah.
> >There are slurps, you wanton whore, of Suzie <85km4s$hi5
> >$0...@dosa.alt.net>
>
> Because I pointed out the irony of Mikey virtually "slamming Suzie's
> head against the wall" days after the Paul Sparkes women-beater
> debate, I was slurping Suzie? BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!
"BwAhaHaHAha" yourself, knight-in-shining-armor boy. Did she ask for
help from the gimp crowd?
> >, Menjy ("Gee, Menj, I had no idea how old your kids
> >were...! [blinkblink])
>
> Suuuure. One non-flame message to Menjy is a slurp.
Two, stupid. Learn to count. Meanwhile, doth yon muttonhead see me
asking anyone about the ages of their children?
Slurping fuck.
> >, Hogarth [too many to list],
>
> [Guffaw] Why don't you list two, then, my little cretin?
Pretty much every time you two love birds swap spit and compare your
musical, uh, tastes.
You do love him and need him, whoops. Admit it.
> > and [eyeroll]
> >Jules<860a3h$i97$2...@dosa.alt.net>.
>
> That was a flame against Hogarth, you reading-comprehension challenged
> fuck. You're really pathetic, my little grepper.
"Oh, Julie! Don't worry! My music criticSHLURRRRRRRPbuddy won't hurt
widdle ole you! I pwomise!!!"
Fuckin skanky slut you are, whoops.
> > Backpedals galore (ex. <84qa5t$op3$0...@dosa.alt.net>)
>
> Heehee. I remember Mikey pointing out that same "backpedal". Here,
> I'll repost my answer to him, in case you missed it:
>
> "No Mikey, that's not a backpedal. I knew that Hogarth had worked for
> Cap Gemini. He admitted that (see above) but pointed out that he had
> been working for them as a contractor and not as their employee. Since
> both he and I had made our point, I put an end to the argument, as
> even if I could be bothered to investigate further (which I can't) I
> would not disclose RL stuff in a public forum. That's hardly a
> backpedal."
HAW HAW!!! You would 'not disclose RL stuff in a public forum'? More
digging to do, looks like.
> >. Fag lames<87hnus$cq3$0...@dosa.alt.net>.
>
> [shakes head] It's fortunate that *I*'ve got a decent newsreader and I
> get to these messages simply by double clicking on the ID. Fuck, you
> must have spent *hours* at Deja.
As opposed to your months and months reading up on me?
Feh.
> BTW, the "rimming" I was referring to was a metaphor (look it up,
> illiterate boy).
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh fucking whoops, you slay me!!!
<snif><chuckle> Har.
> For instance, when I accuse you of slurping, I'm not
> inferring you're actually running your filthy tongue over Stain's
> body.
Nice watching you squirm, worm. Heh heh!
It ain't working though.
> >90% of your bullshit consists of followups to my posts
>
> BWAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
Prove me wrong, whoops. Go ahead, PROOOVE MEEE WRONNNNG.
> I've never slurped anybody and even you know it, my sad little cretin.
Now you're a lying fuckard.
Go play on AOL, little boy. You've earned it.
> Regarding you, you're right, if I was to slurp anyone, it definitely
> wouldn't be you.
So you've thought about slurping someone? Before or after you SHLURPED
the people I listed?
LUZER.
> Fuck, Ricky, four hours' work for that? What will your bosses think?
Four hours? What are you, accusing me of being handicapped by
a 'message-downloading computer' like yours, you hateful little scab?
> Stain knocks me once? Please repost, oh follower-up to every Stain
> post.
It's somewhere in those fuckhead cascades. I'd... aw, fuck you. You
saw it. Lying little puke.
> As such
"As such." Look at you, sentence-butchering boy. Fight, whoopsie,
fight!
> you should know that Stain's post consist mostly of
> fuckhead cascades these days, and I certainly don't read all of his
> output.
Cascades too strenuous on the ole cerebrum, whoops?
> You know, Ricky, I've already told you this once, but there
> are a lot of messages in alt.flame, and only obsessed fucks with a lot
> of time on their hands (like you) read all of them to see if someone's
> mentioned them. Furthermore, why would I respond to a Stain taunt,
> even if I had seen it? He'd probably flee behind his killfile after
> two reply cycles, as he does whenever somebody throws a flame at him.
I think you've already attained that distinction, but I can't speak for
anyone.
> However, please repost it, if you want. I'll answer it, while you
> cower in the back thinking "Yes!!! Now that I've slurped Stain enough,
> he'll beat up that mean whoops!!!!"
You really are crazy, whoops. Certifuckinfiable.
[...]
> >What spank claims, slurper? My spankspankspank of you? Don't tell
me
> >that you're stupid enough to think that 'spankspankspank' translates
> >to "I claim spank on so-and-so?"
>
> No, I thought that one meant that you were finally admitting that you
> had realised you weren't able to answer anything I wrote without
> fucking up and you were (wisely) conceding defeat.
"Defeat"?
Relax already whoops.
> >I *do* claim spank on Henderson as of
> >yesterday, though, whoops, and I'm pretty sure I got Netscum too with
> >the "pussy" post, but since he doesn't archive I can't claim it
> >officially.
>
> Rules, Ricky? Weren't you whining about them?
WTF does that have to do with anything, you walking non-sequitur?
> >Whom have *you* spanked, whoops? Name one person. One.
[naming of no one]
> I've yet to see a clear-cut spank on alt.flame.
Love those siggables, whoops.
Basically, you haven't spanked anyone.
And you never will either.
> >Fuckin hopeless. Do tell me what the fuck is wrong with saying
you're
> >a writer when you're a writer, whoops?
>
> Since you've proven on Usenet that you can't write for shit, your
> claims are pretty hilarious. I thought you'd understood that now.
Like I'm expecting alt.*flame* to say, "Wow, that was cool!"
> It's completely OK to say almost anything on alt.flame, Ricky.
> However, it's also OK to use such hilarious statements against the
> person who posted them. HTH.
Oh, it has. <chuckle>
> >> your various fuck-ups when not finding posts
> >
> >HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!! YM the "Up n At Em" trilogy, you fucking loser?
> >Go do some work, flunky. You don't belong.
>
> No, Ricky. I meant your hilarious "target destroyed" claim posted
> about five hours after I had answered your previous message.
You were cowering in some other thread, coward. <snicker>
> >> or being totally clueless about attributions
> >
> >Don't flatter yourself, King of All Backpedalers. For one so
> >consumed with every itty bitty word on your opponents' posts, man do
> >you fuck up
> >a lot.
>
> Please post a few examples.
Already did. HAND.
> I *did* fuck up once on alt.flame, and had to retract something
> I had said.
Such generosity.
>You could have at least have found that one, failed
> grepper.
Oh, I will. Musta been a frickin whopper to top the other 'non-
fuckups'.
> >Why do you think those parents were sending you email and threats,
> >whoops?
>
> Because they're fucking psychos and they can't use a killfile?
Relax and breathe, psycho who can't killfile the E-man.
> >Do I have to explain the word 'volume' to you
>
> If you're making any sort of income from e-bay, that means you're
> spending all your free time doing that. Fuck, Ricky, but you're
> pathetic. Do you have *any* life besides foxtrot and toy cars?
Cast your silly fucking bobber somewhere else.
> >, corporate-slave-for-life?
>
> [Guffaw] If I'm lucky, by the time I'm your age, I'll be comfortably
> retired.
So you get paid to dredge up usenet posts, Richie Rich?
> >Well, have a nice day, Mister Cuntfuckshit, and don't come crying to
me
> >when your brats get sent home for pulling the teacher's panties down
> >and screeching "CUUUNT!!!" at her 'here and there'.
>
> I'd probably laugh about it.
Lying douchebag.
[...]
> >HAW HAW. Have another worm, ya little dummy. 'Ere, put some fuckin
> >ketchup on it.
>
> Answer the question, backpedaller.
Just did, haddock.
> >How was that a slurp, make-up-the-rules-as-you-go-along boy? Saying
> >Hogarth kicked your ass? If you don't want to face it, have fun down
> >there nibbling insects in solitary.
>
> I already asked you to point when Hogarth had kicked my ass. You ran
> away, remember?
And I'll tell you again: every time you huddle with the guy. That is,
before it deteriorates into Kerrang or whatever the fuck you two do.
> >I honestly don't care if you stay or go, whoops.
>
> Sure, that's why you speculate about my leaving or staying, and spend
> hours at Deja reading my stuff.
No whoops. 'Speculating' is not a synonym for 'caring'. And dredging
up your hideous list of postings and locating the fuckups therein
didn't take much more than 30-45 minutes through the T1.
Y'see, I didn't have to 'download' all those posts like you have to, XT
boy.
> >And therein lies the entire problem, doesn't it?
>
> No problem for me, Ricky. Maybe the day people ignore me as much as
> they ignore you, I'll leave. I'm quite happy here right now.
Who pays attention to you, whoops?
> >> >Sad fact, but there it is. What kind of UPA
> >> >poster do you think you are, whoops?
> >>
> >> UPA? Big words, Ricky.
> >
> >UPA is an acronym, luzer, not a word.
>
> It's an acronym meaning three words, yes, Ricky.
Which you don't know.
> >Do you know what UPA stands for, whoops? [chortle]
>
> Yep.
Then why didn't you post what it means if you knew?
> >Fuck you. You first.
> >That is if you know what UPA stands for.
> >Do you?
>
> Yep. If I tell you, will you answer the question?
I asked first.
Come on, acronym boy.
> I've answered it, BTW. See above, cretin.
Where?
Liar.
> BWAHAHAHA!!!!! Have your seen your .sig, Ricky? Read it. Read my
> answers to the last points, in a post made a few weeks ago. Then read
> the comment you .sigged about .sigs and the definition of the word
> "sarcasm". Then finally please point out what's wrong with the first
> quote. Then understand why everyone's laughing at you.
Idiot. Negron's 'dogfucker' albatross was meant to be 'sarcastic' too,
LOSER BOY.
> >Dipshit. It's the adult collectors I cater to, not the kids. Kids
> >don't care about limited edition collectible stuff; adults do. Try
> >to read up on subjects in future before you go scrambling for your
> >popgun.
>
> Adults? I thought it was a "kids' newsgroup".
[eyeroll] Read it carefully, whoops: my ebay stuff and my comments on
RTC are aimed at adults, but I remain aware that a lot of children tend
to run across them too.
Mkay?
> >I didn't post "cunt" for the kiddies, kid-hater, I told the guy he
was
> >a loser, which he is.
>
> Nice example for the kids. "You're a loser!!! I win!!!!"
Backpedaling fuckweed. Cunt cunt cunt cunt cunt cunt cunt cunt cunt
cunt cunt cunt cunt cunt cunt cunt cunt cunt cunt cunt cunt cunt cunt,
whoops.
> >'Course, this could go on and on and on, and since you enjoy the
thick
> >of thin things, knock yourself out, whoopsie. Maybe you'll find some
> >post from 1996 where I used the word 'spank' inappropriately. Go
dig,
> >digger.
>
> I've got quite enough from your 2000 output, my little chronic
> fuck-up.
Are you saying for the record that you're going to give up deja
digging, fraidy-cat?
> >King of All Backpedalers you remain, whoops. So if you say anything
> >else, one shouldn't believe it?
> >Yes or no will suffice.
>
> I've never lied on alt.flame. Feel free to believe it or not and .sig
> it if you want.
I didn't say you lied, whoops, I said you backpedal a lot.
But why should I believe you when you say you "don't lie on alt.flame"
when you already did in regard to morphing?
Ten to one you'll be lying on alt.flame soon, morphing backpedaler.
> >Big deal. Maybe you'll change your alias to Michael O'Neill again,
> >Morphy (<864ucn$89p$0...@dosa.alt.net>).
>
> BWAHAHAHA!!!!!! When I posted as "Michael O'Neill", with
> <wwwh...@my-deja.com> as my e-mail address? Some morph...
I didn't say you were talented, just that you morph, which you said you
didn't do.
Let's say someone was into reading Mikey but the thought of you made
them sick and they avoided your posts like the plague. If you used
Mikey's name as your alias, said hypothetical Mikey-fan would be
tricked into reading your pathetic mewlings and might smash their
monitor in disgust.
Of course, you really only did it because you knew more people read
Mikey than you, didn't you, whoops?
If not, then why did you do it?
> >Oh, it was *another* fag lame of yours, whoops, like when you
> >mistook a Hogarth insult for an 'invitation for a rim job'?
>
> When you're done with "sarcasm", check out irony, thick boy.
Yes, it's *quite* ironic that you lamed me for pointing out your fag-
lame, skin-'n'-bones boy.
> >Read today's alt.flame, Slurper of 'Nosty'.
>
> I slurp "Nosty" now? Nice new tactic you have. Accusing your opponent
> of everything he accuses you of. It's call "IKYABWAI", I believe.
> Three-year olds usually do that, Ricky.
You own the trademark to 'slurper', slurper?
BTW, morphing and yelling "CUNT" in front of small fry are more up a
three-year-old's alley, aren't they, whoops?
> >> >You really do think you're good at this shit, don't you?
> >>
> >> I'm way better than you'll ever be, and you know it, Ricky, if only
> >> because I do this for fun, while you get genuinely angry.
> >
> >Liar.
>
> Are you denying it?
No, I inferred *you* get angry. Are you denying it?
> >Replying to your replies to my posts is stalking? Lot of stalking
> >going on on this usenet thing, huh whoops?
>
> Today? Yep. Some obsessed twat has spent his day reading all of my
> Usenet output. Can't say I'm really flattered.
Fun, huh? You can dish it out but can't take it for one second, can
you, practice bot?
e-mu
--
(Sig under construction)
John F. Winston
Here are some more bits of information about the temple inside of
The Grand Canyon.
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To: M P
Subject: An inquiry
Dear M:
On Sat, 4 Mar 2000, M P wrote:
Dear John Winston,
Dee Rohe recommended that I write you because you might well know some
information I am looking for. Inasmuch as Dee didn't give your e-mail
address, my search led me to SpiritWeb, where I found your name as a
contributor of information from several people/books I have edited--
namely, Lyssa Royal and Joshua David Stone. And that Web site also
posts channels who contribute to the Sedona Journal, of which I am
senior editor.
Which introduces the subject at hand. I am now completing the edits
for volume 2 of Drunvalo's The Ancient Secret of the Flower of Life.
In a late chapter he tells the story of a man from Sedona who came
to Florida to show him a 1926 book, which led him to a 1925 six-page
newspaper article in the Arizona Gazette whose many photos, which he
showed to Drunvalo, included some labeled "Egyptian mummies." When
Dru moved to Sedona in 1994, the man saw him on the street and
chatted. He wanted to fund a second expedition (details of his story
are in Dru's account), and D. agreed to meet him, presumably after
his second trip to this so-called Isis Temple in the Grand Canyon.
Although his first trip was accompanied by a fellow mountain climber
(they let themselves down 100 feet from the North Rim to a ledge
that extended around the mesa and contained 32 doorways; this was
800 feet up from the canyon), this young man (about 28 at the time)
and his wife/girlfriend accompanied him the second time. He later
told Dru that they walked through a doorway and went into an altered
state. He dropped the whole thing after that, apparently quite
frightened by the experience.
He had said also that the government had a dig one mile west of there,
and had armed guards to protect the site.
What we want to do is simply get the date of the newspaper article
and cite the book in order to validate Dru's story. The search for
the man in Sedona is at a dead end at the moment, in spite of the
friends I have contacted to look for him--and D. doesn't remember
his name, the title or name of the book or the date of the newspaper,
beyond the year. We are continuing to search the microfiches at
ASU in Tempe this weekend. We do, however, have a copy of a 1909
article of a similar place in the Grand Canyon posted April 5 in the
Arizona Gazette, but no pictures. The details are quite different,
so there is probably more than one such place in the Grand Canyon.
Dee Rohe has been kind enough to do searches that turned up 5 copies
of this article (though the Sedona Journal had printed it in 1994)
as well as several other helpful references. But not the sort that
have yielded the specific information we need right now. Dru's first
volume is now all over the world and is translated into several
languages, and the publishers in various places are pressing for our
volume 2 files so they can begin translations. Our hoped-for date of
publication is the end of this month.
But this search is truly important. I hope your wide knowledge of
sources can help us.
Thanks for your attention.
M P
JW I am aware of the great work being done by your magazine. I'm not
aware of the person you seek. I will send this e-mail of yours to
a person who has been in the temple in the last 10 years. This person
may write you back if this person so desires.
...........
From: W M
Subject: Confirmation of GC Temple
Several professional inquiries into this matter ten years ago made it
clear that to Smithsonian authorities, this was indeed a hoax, and
that the fact there is no record of any Professor S. A. Jordan ever
existing, or ever being associated with the Smithsonian. That was
enough to shut my researchers up for a while, UNTIL we discovered a
bona fide mention of S. A. Jordan in a rare limited edition of the
Smithsonian Scientific Series from around that era. The only
difference was the spelling, S. A. Jordon, with an 'o'. What is of
consequence is Jordon was known as an esteemed European field
archeologist, and that after the 1906 Gazette disclosure incident,
his name was suppressed from further mention, since his real
existence was a smoking gun to the revelations of the Gazette
disclosure.
My friend who discovered the "S.A. Jordon" reference in the
Smithsonian Scientific Series is still around, and with some time
I can get you the exact SSS series number, year and page where he
was credited as an esteemed archeologist brought in from Europe to
do contract Smithsonian work.
Obviously he was shipped back to Europe after the problematic
disclosure before the clamps were put on! Remember there was strong
desire to debunk ANY precolumbian contact with the new world by
Europeans or Semitic, Phoenician, Egyptian parties, as THAT could
lead to the Indian natives of the US having more rights as possible
descendents of pre-columbian contact and influence, that is, we can
decimate them if they have civilized blood in their veins.
Therefore in our view the truth of the incredible find was confirmed.
Additional Roman artifacts from Texas and Mogollon rim (near
Springervile) vaulted cave mummies and a spiral staircase carved in
rock, found in 1993 in New Mexico by a contract archeologist working
for the city (the latter of which formed the inspiration for the
entirely fictitious "wingmakers.com" so called discovery web site,
as the true discovery was reported in Newsweek, and then later a
full article appeared in the Smithsonian magazine and other places.
The real article identified an underground cavern the size of a
football field with vaulted passageways, and mummies leaned up against
slanted walls, just like the Gazette article suggests. Of source the
Smithsonian before than time always said to us "NO mummies ever found
in North America!". Oops, just a few years later the Mogollon rim
necropolis discovery nixed that statement. I can get references for
all the articles mentioned, but that involves making calls and going
through my own dusty research archives.
Then we discovered through our somewhat deep contacts in part of
the GC ranger community, that the principal reason for the off limits
areas in the Toval Crystal Canyon tract (now renamed to something
else), was not the first excuse we got of Indian mining rights or
sacred land, but was because of the existence of many unstable
caves. ... Temple = caves? By the by, even tourist and ranger
over-flights into this area are prohibited for the cover reason of
Indian rights again. However, the Indians we talked to disclaimed
this particular area as being in their pervue, and that they too
were not allowed to go there.
The GC temple place was, we now believe, cleaned out and sealed
shut since about 1908. No one has been in there since. We have also
testimony from a older ex-GC ranger involved in treks out to that
specific area of the GC, of him having seen old worn steps
apparently carved into solid stone starting halfway up a 1500 foot
cliff in the area.
Since the area is dangerous with a lot of "unstable deep caves",
and since the chance still exists the temple may still have some
artifacts remaining behind the 'natural looking' (but now off color)
seal to the temple opening, we feel it could be irresponsible to
reveal the exact location where we believe the temple is to the
public at this time. (We have no plans to go there either).
Feel free to share this note, but remove my email address and
identity, as I do not wish to field calls on this from strangers.
However, I thought you Feel free to share this note, but remove my
email address and identity, as I-----
John Winston john...@mlode.com
John F. Winston
Here is a message from a person I met on the sides of Mt. Shasta.
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From: Z
Subject: Miracle Man From Brazil.
Now to comment on something.
Hello John,
I AM Bill with the Burgundy Camaro. We met at the picnic table above
Panther Meadow on Mount Shasta July 4th, 1999.
JW Yes Bill. I remember you and your car.
On August 21st, 1999 I went to Brazil to see the Miracle Man. Here is
what I experienced.
I traveled via airline from San Jose, CA to Sao Paulo, Brazil and
then to Brasilia. Due to airplane problems I arrived in Brazil a day
later than planned. I missed my connection with Robert Pellagrino-
Estrich and the rest of the group who were traveling with Robert and
his lovely wife Caterina. At the airport in Brasilia I found a Taxi
driver and negotiated a price for him to drive me to the small
village named Abadiania. It turns out that he had never been to
Abadiania before and he was as excited as I was when we finally got
there just after sunset! I walked into the Hotel where Robert and
his/our group was staying and there I met people from around the
world. We all had one thing in common and that was to be healed!
The next morning at around 8:00 AM myself and others in our group
started walking the half mile of dirt road that leads to the
"Sanctuary." About half of the way there I had to stop and rest due
to the fact that my legs hurt from lack of oxygen. I have been
diagnosed with cardiovascular disease and had also been in the
Hospital with congestive heart failure in May of 1998. I was here to
seek healing for these conditions. To make matters even more
interesting, because of the Airplane problems my suitcase with all of
my medications would not be back in my possession for five days!
Also, I only had enough medicine to last me for one week and ended
up staying in Abadiania for two weeks! Meanwhile, back at my rest
stop on the way to the "Sanctuary." After about 4 or 5 minutes I
continued on to the grounds of Casa de Dom Inacio. There we entered
an open room with concrete floors and two or three benches along the
wall. At the front of the room was a raised platform/stage where a
Brazilian man was speaking in Portuguese to the 100 to 200 people
gathered there awaiting Joao. Cue cards were handed out to each
person indicating that they were receiving an operation or if this
was their first day then they would later walk through the "current"
room to be seen by Joao "in entity." Around 10:00 AM Joao came
walking out through one of the doors in the "current" rooms leading
two people who appeared to be in a light trance up onto the stage.
People with cameras were encouraged to come to the front of the
stage to take pictures of Joao as he "operated" on the two people.
Suddenly a women fell to the floor and two attendants of the House
hurried over and transported her into the recovery area next to the
"current" rooms. She had just received an "invisible" operation by
spirit as she stood in the audience! This was to become a common
event in days to come.
A man from our group was one of those on stage and Joao "in entity"
(he has incorporated one of the 33 spirits who work through his body,
only one spirit at a time can occupy his body. The people working
there can recognize which spirit is incorporated by the gestures,
mannerisms and voice of "Joao") chest with a sterile scapple. The
incision was located about two below his left nipple and was
approximately two inches in length. He then turned to allow all to
see. Then he used a pair of hemostats to place two sutures to close
the incision. During this time "Joe" stood quietly with his eyes
closed and gave no indication that he was aware that anything was
happening to him!
Joao nodded and two attendants seated "Joe" in a chair and carried
him into the recovery room. Prior to Joao (JW Yes. It appears that
I called him Joco in my posting about him, and you spell his name
Joao. Anyway we know who you are talking about.) Coming on stage
the people receiving operations were led through the "current" rooms
where 50 to 100 people sat in quiet meditation to amplify the spirit
energy present and prepare those receiving an operation. I will talk
more about the operations later when I explain mine!
After Joao (in entity) finished with the two people on stage he
went to the second "current" room where he sits in a chair and
"receives" each person who has come for healing. As each person
approaches Joao/entity he reaches out with his left hand and gently
holds the person's hand. He/entity instantly perceives the person's
energetic field and knows what healing needs to be done. At the same
time he scribbles a prescription code on a piece of paper and
instructs what else to do. i.e.; current - go sit on the benches in
the current rooms and meditate, operation - Come to the next session
and receive an operation either visible (on stage) or invisible
(sit on benches in the "operation" room meditating) and receive an
operation from the spirit entities who work at the "Sanctuary."
I joined the line to be seen by Joao. Robert was the person in
front of me. Caterina stood beside the chair in which Joao was
seated and translated from Portuguese to English as Joao spoke and
from English to English to Portuguese so that the few of us that
did not speak Portuguese would be able to communicate with Joao. As
I slowly made my way through the two "current" rooms I was filled
with a feeling of tremendous love. This was a special place. A
place of unconditional love and the atmosphere that we are all
children of G-. We are all brothers and sisters regardless of
what certain control power groups would have us believe. I was
now standing before Joao.
He looked into my eyes, took my hand, scribbled something on a
piece of paper and said (in Portuguese) operation. I was very
excited! I was going to have an operation!
End Part One
Z P <~~~> B B
JW That is really great. Thanks for telling me about this.
JW That is all the person has written me so far. I'll post some
more of this information if it is sent to me.
John Winston. john...@mlode.com
John F. Winston
I once heard Sharula giving a talk about Telos and insides of Mt.
Shasta. She had a drawing showing the different levels. The
following information is very similar to what she said while showing
the diagram to a few people at the lecture.
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From: D H
Subject: Secrets of the Subterranean Cities
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World Ascension Network
Recently, America watched Stephen Spielberg's TV pilot, a remake
of Verne's "Journey to the Center of the Earth." A maverick team of
scientists aboard their melt-proof ship enter the inner Earth
through a bubbling volcano. When things cool off, they find
themselves exploring a vast and sunny inner landscape . . . a
magical and inviting world with ample room to fly.
Their adventure resembles the real life account of a Norwegian
sailor named Olaf Jansen. His story, set in the 1800s, is told in
Willis Emerson's biography entitled "The Smoky G-d". Olaf's little
sloop drifted so far north by storm that he actually sailed into a
polar entrance and lived for two years with one of the colonies of
the Agartha Network, called "Shamballa the Lesser." He describes his
hosts as those "of the central seat of government for the inner
continent . . . measuring a full 12 feet in height . . . extending
courtesies and showing kindness . . . laughing heartily when they
had to improvise chairs for my father and I to sit in." Olaf tells
of a "smoky" inner sun, a world comprised of three-fourths land and
one-fourth water.
The Agartha Network
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Think of Shamballa the Lesser as the United Nations of over 100
subterranean cities that form the Agartha Network. It is, indeed,
the seat of government for the inner world. While Shamballa the
Lesser is an inner continent, its satellite colonies are smaller
enclosed ecosystems located just beneath the Earth' s crust or
discreetly within mountains. All cities in the Agartha Network are
physical and are of the Light, meaning that they are tradition of
the great mystery schools of the surface, honoring such beings as
Je--s/Sananda, Buddha, Isis and Osiris . . . all of the Ascended
Masters that we of the surface know and love, in addition to
spiritual teachers of their own. Why did they choose to live
underground? Consider the magnitude of the geological Earth changes
that have swept the surface over the past 100,000 years. Consider
the lengthy Atlantean-Lemurian war and the power of thermonuclear
weaponry that eventually sank and destroyed these two highly
advanced civilizations. The Sahara, the Gobi, the Australian
Outback and the deserts of the U.S. are but a few examples of the
devastation that resulted.
The sub-cities were created as refuges for the people and as safe
havens for sacred records, teachings and technologies that were
cherished by these ancient cultures.
Capitol Cities
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POSID: Primary Atlantean outpost, located beneath the Mato Grosso
plains region of Brazil. Population: 1.3 million.
SHONSHE: Refuge of the Uighur culture, a branch of the Lemurians
who chose to form their own colonies 50,000 years ago. Entrance is
guarded by a Himalayan lamasery. Population: 3/4 million.
RAMA: Remnant of the surface city of Rama, India located near Jaipur.
Inhabitants are known for their classic Hindu features. Population:
1 million.
SHINGWA: Remnant of the northern migration of the Uighurs. Located
on the border of Mongolia and China, with a small secondary city in
Mt. Lassen, California. Telos translated means "communication with
Spirit." Population: 1.5 million. (JW There are some people living
inside of Mt. Lassen but Telos is underneath Mt. Shasta.)
Spotlight on Telos
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Can over a million people make their home inside Mt. Shasta? While
we're stretching our imaginations, our neighbors, the Japanese, have
already blueprinted underground cities in answer to their surface
area problem.
Sub-city habitation has, for thousands of years, been a natural
vehicle for human evolution. Now, here is a peek at a well-thought-out
ecosystem.
The dimensions of this domed city are approximately 1.5 miles wide
by 2 miles deep. Telos is comprised of 5 levels.
LEVEL 1: This top level is the center of commerce, education and
administration. The pyramid-shaped temple is the central structure
and has a capacity of 50,000. Surrounding it are government buildings,
the equivalent of a courthouse that promotes an enlightened judicial
system, halls of records, arts and entertainment facilities, a hotel
for visiting foreign emissaries, a palace which houses the "Ra and
Rana Mu" (the reigning King and Queen of the royal Lemurian lineage
who are Ascended Masters), a communications tower, a spaceport,
schools, food and clothing dispatches and most residences.
LEVEL 2: A manufacturing center as well as a residential level. Houses
are circular in shape and dust-free because of it. Like surface
living, housing for singles, couples and extended families is the norm.
LEVEL 3: Hydroponic gardens. Highly advanced hydroponic technology
feeds the entire city, with some to spare for intercity commerce. All
crops yield larger and tastier fruits, veggies and soy products that
make for a varied and fun diet for Telosians. Now completely
vegetarian, the Agartha Cities have taken meat substitutes to new
heights.
LEVEL 4: More hydroponic gardens, more manufacturing and some natural
park areas.
LEVEL 5: The nature level. Set about a mile beneath surface ground
level, this area is a large natural environment. It serves as a
habitat for a wide variety of animals, including those many extinct
on the surface. All species have been bred in a non-violent
atmosphere, and those that might be carnivorous on the surface now
enjoy soy steaks and human interaction. Here you can romp with a
Saber-Toothed Tiger with wild abandon. Together with the other plant
levels, enough oxygen is produced to sustain the biosphere.
LANGUAGE: While dialects vary from city to city, "Solara Maru,"
translated as the "Solar Language," is commonly spoken. This is the
root language for our sacred languages such as Sanskrit and Hebrew.
GOVERNMENT: A Council of Twelve, six men and six women, together with
the Ra and Rana Mu, do collective problem solving and serve as
guides and guardians of the people. Positions of royalty such as are
held by the Ra and Rana Mu are regarded as ones of responsibility
in upholding Go-' s divine plan. The High Priest, an Ascended Master
named Adama, is also an official representative.
COMPUTERS: The Agarthean computer system is amino-acid based and
serves a vast array of functions. All of the sub-cities are linked
by this highly spiritualized information network. The system
monitors inter-city and galactic communication, while, simultaneously,
serving the needs of the individual at home. It can, for instance,
report your body's vitamin or mineral deficiencies or, when necessary,
convey pertinent information from the akashic records for personal
growth.
MONEY: Non-existent. All inhabitants' basic needs are taken care of.
Luxuries are exchanged via a sophisticated barter system.
TRANSPORTATION: Moving sidewalks, inter-level elevators and
electromagnetic sleds resembling our snow mobiles within the city. For
travel between cities, residents take "the Tube," an electromagnetic
subway system capable of speeds up to 3,000 m.p.h. Yes, Agartheans
are well versed in intergalactic etiquette and are members of the
Confederation of Planets. Space travel has been perfected, as has
the ability for interdimensional shifts that render these ships
undetectable.
ENTERTAINMENT: Theatre, concerts and a wide variety of the arts. Also,
for you Trekkies, the Holodecks. Program your favorite movie or
chapter in Earth history and become a part of it!
CHILDBIRTH: A painless three months, not nine. A very sacred process
whereby, upon conception, a woman will go to the temple for three
days, immediately welcoming the child with beautiful music, thoughts
and imagery. Water birthing in the company of both parents is
standard.
HEIGHT: Due to cultural differences, average heights of subterranean
citizens vary. Generally 6'5" to 7'5" in Telos, while nearly 12' in
Shamballa the Lesser.
AGE: Unlimited. Death by degeneration is simply not a reality in
Telos. Most Agartheans choose to look an age between 30 and 40 and
stay there, while, technically, they may be thousands of years old.
By not believing in death, this society is not limited by it. Upon
completing a desired experience, one can disincarnate at will.
ASCENSION: Absolutely, and much easier and more common than on the
surface. Ascension is the ultimate goal of temple training.
Why have they stayed underground all this time? In part, because
the Agartheans have learned the futility of war and violence and are
patiently waiting for us to draw the same conclusion. They are such
gentle folk that even our judgemental thoughts are physically
harmful to them. Secrecy has been their protection. Until now, the
truth of their existence has been veiled by Spirit.
When can we visit? Our entrance to the sub-cities depends on the
purity of our intentions and our capacity to think positively. A
warm welcome from both worlds is the ideal and must be expressed
by more than just the lightworking community.
Currently, a few hundred brave subterraneans are working on the
surface. In order to blend with the masses, they have undergone
temporary cellular change so that, physically, they don't tower
above the rest of us. They may be recognized by their gentle,
sensitive nature and somewhat mysterious accent. We wish to
introduce you to Princess Sharula Aurora Dux, the daughter of the Ra
and Rana Mu of Telos. (JW I have had the privilege of meeting her
personally on 2 occasions. She seems like a nice person. I thought
she is a walk-in but she says she is not. Some people think she is
just a regular Earth person. I really don't know what is the truth
about her. She seems to teach the right things at all times.)
Sharula has been officially appointed Ambassador to the surface world
by the Agartha Network. She is 267 years old and looks 30. This
article is courtesy of her firsthand experience.
The purpose of her Ambassadorship is to prepare the way for the
merging of the two worlds . . . to bring the ideas, the information
and the new archetypes that will help unite our planet. Sharula has
come to present a blueprint for peaceful change to those who will
listen. The Agartheans have reached a point where they cannot
progress spiritually unless this merger takes place. In essence,
we are one planet ascending, not half a planet. It is -od's will
that we take the next step together.
The sooner we invite this unity, the sooner the magic will unfold.
The Hierarchy has made the emergence of the subterranean cities a
priority project.
They are asking us to do our part in welcoming our brethren. The
timing depends very much upon our receptivity and our graciousness.
A successful merger is estimated within the next 10 to 20 years.
Beloved, there is nothing to fear and everything to gain. The
gifts the Agartheans bring are many. The secret of immortality is
your birthright. The freedom to live in abundance is also your
birthright. You haven't lived until you've tasted a hydroponic
tomato and had a little fun on the Holodeck.
John Winston. john...@mlode.com
John F. Winston
Apr. 6, 2000.
I hesitated to use the word Contactee because some people will just
become ballistic when they hear that word. They will look at UFO's,
check out the area but when you say you have talked or went aboard
one of their craft they will consider you crazy. The following is
a group of people who have had interaction with the space people.
Even this article makes a little fun of the people but then you can't
have everything and still get it on the Internet.
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From: D N
Subject: 1950's Contactees
FROM: http://ourworld.compuserve.com/homepages/AndyPage/ufoconta.htm
Daniel Fry - White Sands was employed at the White Sands Proving
Grounds in New Mexico.
(JW The last time I saw Dan Fry was when he was on a TV show. He was
sitting on the front porch of his house in a rocker. He was in his
eighties, I think, very weak and looked like he wasn't going to last
long. I believe he was telling the truth about his experiences)
Like some contactees, he exaggerated his credentials: he described
himself as an "internationally known scientist, researcher and
electronics engineer, recognised by many as the best informed
scientist on space and space travel".
Fry had his first contact at White Sands on July 4th 1949. That
night, he said, he missed the bus which was to take him into town to
see the traditional fireworks, so he walked out into the desert
instead to enjoy the cool night air. As he looked up he noticed that
the stars were being blocked out by something descending.
Shortly afterwards a metallic object, oblate spheroid in shape,
settled on the desert floor about seventy feet away from him. As he
approached to investigate, a voice speaking in American Slang warned
him to keep away from the hot hull. At this Fry fell over a root,
and the voice attempted to calm him. It belonged to an
extraterrestrial called "A-lan" who was communicating with him
telepathically. In fact the craft was remotely controlled from a
mother ship orbiting the Earth, and was there to collect air samples.
A-lan invited the Earthman inside whereupon the craft took off and
travelled to New York City and back in half and hour. This would
have meant attaining a speed of 8,000 miles per hour, yet Fry felt
nothing except a slight motion. He was released back into the desert
with the promise that there would be further contacts. Fry was given
the task of preaching the aliens philosophy of understanding to
human society. The beings turned out to be the descendants of a
previous Earth civilisation which had emigrated into space in the
distant past.
Fry produced several books and clear daylight photos of the
spacecraft and founded a quasi-religious order called,
"Understanding", in order to spread the word. His first book was
published just after Adamski's, and given his scientific background
should have upstaged his rivals. However, Fry agreed to take a lie
detector test on live television - and failed it. (Although the
interpretations are open to debate).
Yet it is hard to conclude that the scientist was a hoaxer: he
had a good, well paid job and must have known that his claims would
ruin his career.
Dr Frank Stranges
(JW I've met Frank two times and found him to be truthful.)
Dr Frank Stranges, is academically well qualified, making it hard for
skeptics to understand why he should involve himself in 'space age
gobbledegook'. An evangelist, he combines the teachings of his faith with
the teachings of extraterrestrials gleaned from his various contacts.
Since 1956 Stranges has claimed many encounters with UFOs and their
occupants, which are described in three books. One of them, 'My Friend
from Beyond Earth', is similar in many particulars to Kenneth Arnold's
famous sighting. In a later book, 'Stranger at the Pentagon', Stranges
describes his meeting with Val Thor, a man from Venus, in the Pentagon
Building in Washington.
"I then saw one lone man. It was as though he looked straight through
me. With a warm smile, and outstretched hand, he slowly started
towards me. I felt strange all over. As I gripped his hand, I was
somewhat surprised to feel the soft texture of his hand...like that
of a baby. His eyes were brown and his hair wavy brown, also. He was
to all appearances like an Earth man, but he had no fingerprints.
George Adamski
The most famous contactee of all was George Adamski, a Polish
American whose adventures with the 'space people' were chronicled in
several books beginning with 'Flying Saucers Have Landed'. This
self-made man, who had an interest in astronomy and oriental
philosophies, was out with some friends on 20th November 1952. They
were picnicking in the Mohave Desert in California when they noticed
a cigar-shaped object which was chased away by military jets - but
not before it had ejected a silver disc which landed some distance
away. (JW I've visited that exact spot.)
Adamski drove out near to where the saucer lay and was approached
by a 'man' dressed in a one-peice suit. They communicated using
telepathy, and Adamski learned that the being was from Venus. He
said his race was concerned about the radiation from Atomic Bombs
reaching into space and harming other worlds. The alien also
informed Adamski that Earth was being visited by races from other
planets in the solar system and beyond.
The witnesses to this encounter, observed through binoculars,
signed affidavits. Meetings with other humanoids ensued, who took
him on flights into space and around the dark side of the moon. But
his description of wooded valleys was not borne out by subsequent
space missions from Earth.
Adamski's photographs of cigar-shaped 'mother-ships' and close-ups
of the smaller disc-shaped 'scout craft' caused a lot of controversy.
Critics compared the latter variously to part of a vacuum cleaner,
a chicken feeder and a bottle cooling machine made in Wigan,
Lancashire. This turned out to have been designed after the
photographs were released, and purposely engineered by a fan of
Adamski's to look like the scout craft. However, none of these items
exactly matched the image captured on film.
In his defense, even skeptics were impressed with Adamski's
apparent sincerity. Science journalist Robert Chapman wrote in
'UFO - Flying Saucers Over Britain': "Adamski was so da-nably normal
and this was the overall impression I carried away. He believed he
had made contact with a man from Venus, and he did not see why
anyone should disbelieve him. I told myself that if he was deluded
he was the most lucid and intelligent man I had met'.
Others around the world who had never heard of Adamski had sighted
identical objects to the scout craft. One of them was a schoolboy
named Stephen Darbishire, who with his cousin took two photographs
in Coniston one day in February 1954. Leonard Cramp, an aeronautical
engineer used a system called orthographic projection to prove that
the object depicted in Darbishire's and Adamski's photographs were
proportionally identical.
On his first trip into space Adamski observed "manifestations
taking place all around us, as though billions upon billions of
fireflies were flickering everywhere". This is not something that
would readily emerge from the imagination to be included in a space
yarn. When astronaut John Glenn orbited Earth on 20th February 1962,
he commented that "...a lot of the little things I thought were
stars were actually a bright yellowish green about the size and
intensity as looking at a firefly on a real dark night...there were
literally thousands of them"
Russian cosmonauts reported the same phenomenon, which turned out
to be caused by billions of reflective dust particles. How could
George Adamski have guessed that?
This son of a Polish immigrant generated a world-wide following.
By the mid-sixties, however, his popularity was on the wane as his
claims became more and more outlandish. Just months before he died,
on 26th February 1965, he was staying with a couple at their house
in Silver Spring, Maryland. That afternoon Adamski and Madeleine
Rodeffer saw something hovering through some trees. A car drew up
and three men told Adamski: "Get your cameras - they're here',
before driving off. Adamski grabbed the Rodeffers' cine camera and
produced some 8mm colour footage of a scout ship which appeared to be
suffering a distortion effect down one side. Was this meant to
revive public interest in Adamski, or was it evidence that the
contacts, on some level at least, were real?
(JW I believe Adamski was telling the truth. He made a few
mistakes such as allowing people to call him "Professor" when he
had only a limited education. Many people really gave him a hard
time but Queen Juliana and the Pope liked and listened to him. The
Pope even gave him a gold medal.)
Part 1.
John Winston. john...@mlode.com
John F. Winston
.............
George King
Born in Wellington, Shropshire on 23rd January 1919, Taxi driver
George King had a strange experience in his London flat when he was
35. But having practised yoga since 1944, he was mentally prepared
when a voice commanded him : "You are to become the voice of the
interplanetary parliament". His first contact was with an alien from
Venus called 'Aetherius', and out of this grew the Aetherius Society.
It still thrives in many countries including Britain, the USA, Canada,
Australia, New Zealand, Nigeria and Ghana. Many years ago George King
vacated the damp London climate for the foothills of California.
After that initial Contact King became a direct voice medium for
the extraterrestrials. One of his contacts was Je--s Christ, who
apparently now resides on Venus. He claims to have met Christ on a
hill where he emerged from a spacecraft; the Messiah gave him some
new teachings called 'The Twelve Blessings' to pass onto Mankind.
In his book 'You are Responsible', written in the fifties, King
describes a visit in an out-of-body state to Mars, where he is
wounded by a dwarf with a ray gun. Later, he is commandeered to
help the Martians destroy an intelligent meteorite which is attacking
their space fleet. King finally defeated the sentient lump of
rock 'with a weapon of love'!
(JW I saw this gentleman on a TV show, I believe, called Masters Of
The Universe, where they showed a lot of contactees. They pretty
well did a hatchet job on this man.)
Richard Miller
(JW I've met him personally and listened to a lecture of his over
at a college near Mountain View, Calif. I've read his book called Star
Wards and have posted material from it also. I'm a friend of some of
the people who still run the Solar Cross organization in San Jose,
Calif. Once something happened to Richard and his group. Something
happened to make them not discuss UFOs any more publically.)
One of the lesser-known contactees of the 1950s was a man called
Richard Miller. He had his initial close encounter in 1954, after
contacting extraterrestrials on short-wave radio. They instructed
him to go to an isolated location near Ann Arbor in Michigan, where
after fifteen minutes a disc shaped object appeared and landed nearby.
This he was to learn, was called 'Phoenix'. A doorway opened in the
base of the vehicle and a staircase descended. Miller described
what happened next.
"There, standing at the head of the stairway, was a young man
dressed in a brown one-piece. He beckoned me to enter the ship, which
I did. I was standing in a large circular hallway which seemed to
encircle the whole craft. Although nothing had yet been said, the
young man radiated a kind of friendliness which put me at ease."
Miller was taken to the control room of the ship where he met the
Alien commander, Soltec, who greeted him in perfect English. He
explained that their planet, Centurus of the Alpha Centauri system,
belonged to the 'Universal Confederation', a group of over 680
planets which earned the right to membership by their evolutionary
progress.
The contactee was told that, before Earth could become a member,
mankind would have to awaken to higher spiritual values: "When love
of your fellow man becomes established, then will the Sons of Light
appear and the Kingdom of your G-d will reign on Earth". The 'Sons
of Light', Miller was told, were what the Bi-le referred to 'angels'.
Richard Miller's contacts continued for over twenty years, all
meticulously recorded in a library of writings and tape recordings.
(JW I've seen that library and was offered the privilege of copying
any of the records that they have. I turned down the offer.)
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Part 2 of 2.
John Winston. john...@mlode.com
The Right Reverend Newbomb Turk
<Dri...@worldnet.att.net> wrote:
>>>>This convicted felon was arrested several years ago in possession of a
>>>>gun, a federal felony. Naturally the Feds did nothing. Which brings
>>>>another question to mind.
>>>
>>>The feds are more interested in reviewing tax forms and making sure that
>>>lazy deadbeats have a free income.
>>>
>>Seen the long census form yet? You are being audited by the Feds. We
>>got the long form last time, and I refused to fill it out.
>
>I just got the usual form. I'm certain that the very stupid don't realize
>how big the government's database is. However, I'm relatively certain that
>there isn't anyone inthe government with enough brains to use it properly.
>we're all pretty safe.
Dunno. It asks a lot of queztions that have nothing to do with
redistribution of representation.
>
>>Gotta make sure that we have our "history month"...which occurs on
>>April 15th of each year.
>
>Termite thinks he's going to be able to elect a president that will tax him
>fairly. ROTFL!!!
>
Delusional. The boy is delusional.
The Right Reverend Newbomb Turk
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The Right Reverend Newbomb Turk
<Dri...@worldnet.att.net> wrote:
>>>June 19th is the day tht news of the Emancipation Proclamation reached
>Texas
>>>and is referred to the locals and Juneteenth. when it rolls around, you
>>>can't find a janitor, dishwasher, or anyone to clean the heads.
>>>
>>
>>Funny, I thought April 15th was the day. It sure holds a lot of
>>significance to them...
>
>
>Nah...it's Juneteenth when the streets are littered with watermelon rinds.
>when I think of April 15, I remember Amos and Andy sitting down to do their
>taxes and 12 hours later all they had got done was "name".
>
Ah. April 15th is the designated day for us to PAY for all of that
shit.
Glodbreg
The Right Reverend Newbomb Turk wrote in message <38fcca4a.20166543@news>...
>>I just got the usual form. I'm certain that the very stupid don't realize
>>how big the government's database is. However, I'm relatively certain
that
>>there isn't anyone inthe government with enough brains to use it properly.
>>we're all pretty safe.
>
>Dunno. It asks a lot of queztions that have nothing to do with
>redistribution of representation.
What the fuck difference does it make if they know youhave indoor plumbing
or not?
>>Termite thinks he's going to be able to elect a president that will tax
him
>>fairly. ROTFL!!!
>>
>
>Delusional. The boy is delusional.
I know it. He thought he had something to show Starwyn. ROTFL!
The Right Reverend Newbomb Turk
<Dri...@worldnet.att.net> wrote:
>>>Termite thinks he's going to be able to elect a president that will tax
>him
>>>fairly. ROTFL!!!
>>>
>>
>>Delusional. The boy is delusional.
>
>I know it. He thought he had something to show Starwyn. ROTFL!
>
How many shots in the ass did ne have to get to get "cured" of
Starwyn? You'd think the boy would learn.
The Right Reverend Newbomb Turk
Glodbreg
The Right Reverend Newbomb Turk wrote in message <39121824.3837639@news>...
>>I know it. He thought he had something to show Starwyn. ROTFL!
>>
>
>How many shots in the ass did ne have to get to get "cured" of
>Starwyn? You'd think the boy would learn.
He still wants her bad. He just can't keep up with her coke haboit.
The Right Reverend Newbomb Turk
<Dri...@worldnet.att.net> wrote:
>>How many shots in the ass did ne have to get to get "cured" of
>>Starwyn? You'd think the boy would learn.
>
>
>He still wants her bad. He just can't keep up with her coke haboit.
>
Wonder how much crack she was trying to freebase, when she burnt his
car up.
The Right Reverend Newbomb Turk
Jesus Slut Fucker
> On Fri, 21 Apr 2000 22:10:08 GMT, "Glodbreg"
> <Dri...@worldnet.att.net> wrote:
>
> >>How many shots in the ass did ne have to get to get "cured" of
> >>Starwyn? You'd think the boy would learn.
> >
> >
> >He still wants her bad. He just can't keep up with her coke haboit.
> >
>
> Wonder how much crack she was trying to freebase, when she burnt his
> car up.
>
Damn boy, that was almost funny. Shit a half wit like yourself must have
laid awake all
night thinking up that one.
My hats off to you.
-Jesus
Lee Jackson Beauregard
Jesus Slut Fucker <flam...@postoffice.swbell.net> wrote:
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Fuckhead.
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"Lee Jackson Beauregard" <johnn...@southland.smart.net.SPAMMEN.VERBOTEN>
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> Fuckhead.
That would be correct. Did you have any other thoughts you wanted to share?
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Lee Jackson Beauregard
"Mortimer Schnerd, RN" <MSch...@nospam.carolina.rr.com> wrote:
>
>"Lee Jackson Beauregard" <johnn...@southland.smart.net.SPAMMEN.VERBOTEN>
>wrote in message news:8e02p...@enews4.newsguy.com...
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>> Jesus Slut Fucker <flam...@postoffice.swbell.net> wrote:
>
>> Fuckhead.
>
>That would be correct. Did you have any other thoughts you wanted to share?
Naw, "fuckhead" says it all.
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Glodbreg
The Right Reverend Newbomb Turk wrote in message <390eaaf8.6227349@news>...
>>He still wants her bad. He just can't keep up with her coke haboit.
>>
>
>Wonder how much crack she was trying to freebase, when she burnt his
>car up.
Wasn't it Richard Pryor or some other dumbfuck that burned himseld doing
that a few years ago. Does her face look like it was on fire and someone
put it out with an icepick too?
The Right Reverend Newbomb Turk
<Dri...@worldnet.att.net> wrote:
>>>He still wants her bad. He just can't keep up with her coke haboit.
>>
>>Wonder how much crack she was trying to freebase, when she burnt his
>>car up.
>
>Wasn't it Richard Pryor or some other dumbfuck that burned himseld doing
>that a few years ago. Does her face look like it was on fire and someone
>put it out with an icepick too?
>
Yeah, that dumbass.
That still leaves Starcunt and Termite. Think he has nother car for
her to burn up yet?
The Right Reverend Newbomb Turk
Glodbreg
The Right Reverend Newbomb Turk wrote in message <39156036.16642084@news>...
>That still leaves Starcunt and Termite. Think he has nother car for
>her to burn up yet?
I don't think so. he hasn't got his tax refund yet this year.