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pelfdaddy
Intermediate Member
Username: pelfdaddy
Post Number: 416
Registered: 12-2006
Posted From: 166.214.175.158
| | Posted on Monday, August 13, 2007 - 1:00 am: | 
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Look Down
So I’m minding my business and whistling a song
And some fellows who look like they do not belong
Are approaching and chatting and strolling along
But something within me is sounding a gong
And I try to avoid any meeting of eyes
And I’m asking myself and my conscience replies
“There is something familiar about these two guys”
I can hardly disguise
My apparent surprise
For they seem to be ready to capitalize
And they reach up to smooth down their cheap clip-on ties
And I’m thinking “What is it about these two guys?”
For there’s something familiar I don’t recognize
I ponder and ponder but cannot apprise
And I wonder if I can endure such a chore
Should I cross to the far distant side of the floor?
Should I look for a store
And duck in through the door?
Are they Watchtower freaks?
Are they marketing geeks?
Are they Brighamist bigamists come from the peaks?
Are they running for office and pinching kids’ cheeks?
My memory searches but vainly it seeks
They approach with a friendly, fraternal-type flare
They have starchy white shirts; they have starchy black hair
They each have a card and they hand me a pair
And they ask with a lofty, imperial air
“Have you ever been there?”
And I look at the cards and I say to them “Well…”
I remember an old man who started to yell
And he stomped and declared I was headed for Hell
Then a lady stood up and she sang for a spell
And she told me Come hither and drink from the Well
And I shift back and forth and I say to them, “Well…
To tell you the truth guys, I really can’t tell”
Conversing they choose
To intently enthuse
They gushingly schmooze
With a syrupy ooze
They continue to jest and bemuse
They blithely and lightly amuse
And then I glance down at their shoes
Then a shock of remembrance overtly ensues
And I think to myself “It’s the shoes!”
It’s the shoes, O my God it’s the SHOES!
It’s those awful old-man-style shoes
Those golf-looking crazy old shoes
Those wacky old businessman shoes
Then I spin on my heel and I flee
Down a hill and around a tall tree
And I feel they are following me
I awaken with nightmarish cries
The terror now flickers and dies
Relieved, I rub sleep from my eyes
I toss back the sheets and arise
I put on my yard work disguise
Throw open the door and---Surprise!
(Something vaguely familiar about these two guys…) |
bro_derrick
Intermediate Member
Username: bro_derrick
Post Number: 291
Registered: 9-2005
Posted From: 70.193.72.198
| | Posted on Monday, August 13, 2007 - 6:22 am: |
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Ha! Very funny, funny, funny! (Just too, too, too true!)
For knowing the terror of Davis, we compel men... with a smile.
To go with us for a mile... or two.
So not just one church service... but two.
But two will just not do... so four.
And after four you MUST have more... like eight.
And by the time of eight, you surely MUST shout... Ain't this GREAT!!
And then the terror begins for you too, who went on for two.
For the man of God will surely declare: Honeymoon's over! Get to work! You Jerk!
So, knowing the terror of Davis, I too now compel men... with a real smile.
To go with ME a mile... or two.
For why should YOU miss out on all the fun?
When you too could be... just like me. |
pelfdaddy
Intermediate Member
Username: pelfdaddy
Post Number: 417
Registered: 12-2006
Posted From: 166.214.224.39
| | Posted on Monday, August 13, 2007 - 10:35 am: |
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Although clip-on ties are a rarity in ntcc, the youthful appearance of the average loyalist soul-winner combined with the perfection of the windsor knot combined with its incorrect length combined with the short-sleeved white shirt, etc. causes a visual perception that it is fake. Other things appear fake as well, like the common incongruity of preachers in nice suits driving junk cars... |
rls
New member
Username: rls
Post Number: 13
Registered: 8-2007
Posted From: 72.135.23.79
| | Posted on Tuesday, August 14, 2007 - 9:40 pm: |
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From what I'm reading, some things don't change. You want an interesting picture? Imagine a bunch of us from St. Louis, going to Times Beach, MO for baptism, all having on the "uniform". Yes, it happened. |
victorjohanson
Intermediate Member
Username: victorjohanson
Post Number: 270
Registered: 9-2005
Posted From: 216.67.75.233
| | Posted on Wednesday, August 15, 2007 - 2:57 am: |
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"From what I'm reading, some things don't change. You want an interesting picture? Imagine a bunch of us from St. Louis, going to Times Beach, MO for baptism, all having on the "uniform". Yes, it happened."
Yeah, I was there for that. That was a year or two before they evacuated Times Beach for dioxin contamination. But boy, weren't we holy in our three piece suits and white shirts? |
rls
New member
Username: rls
Post Number: 17
Registered: 8-2007
Posted From: 72.135.23.79
| | Posted on Wednesday, August 15, 2007 - 3:06 am: |
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It's kind of funny. I still remember a lady who was in swimming attire down there at the beach, who saw us coming in. She looked at us like we were from a different planet, (I can't say that I blamed her). Then to find that it was evacuated a year or two later, talk about wondering about what was in the body at that point, LOL. |
bro_derrick
Intermediate Member
Username: bro_derrick
Post Number: 300
Registered: 9-2005
Posted From: 70.193.89.215
| | Posted on Wednesday, August 15, 2007 - 4:10 am: |
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"...causes a visual perception that it is fake. Other things appear fake as well, like the common incongruity of preachers in nice suits driving junk cars..."
This chimes in with the teaching on Sobriety. (It's an awfully 'untaught' subject that I find to be awfully important in Christian living)
The fact of NTCCrs and HOPrs walking around in suits most the time due to services, classes, soulwinning, etc... gives them the appearance of successful businessmen, hiding the reality of subsistence living by people who have no real business to be wearing suits, other than conformity to Davis' business cult.
So, by their extra-holiness standard, they exactly fit the Pharisitical failure of appearing white, or successful, or holiness, while behind it all is a massive amount of financially degraded yet dedicated individuals, who are failing in their potential to truly prosper in their communities with the rest of the citizens, because they are recruited into a labor-working church program.
Scripture says we are to have our holiness with sobriety (1 Tim 2:15), i.e. our outward religious standards, expressions, and even dress ought be governed by a sober-minded, or moderating judgment among others in the local community.
So, 'Standing Out' with your great holiness dress is just as unsober as others who seek to stand out by a wildly colored or scantly lascivious dress! Sobriety is between the extremes: neither flamboyant nor naked. Not drawing undo attention to oneself!
So they walk around in suits and dresses (so formal and holy) in areas and at times when the rest of 'normal' society is more relaxed and free-flowing. And the difference has absolutely nothing to do with sin and righteousness, but everything to do with the odd appearance of proselityzed people who want to make a point of how holy they are, or what great service their doing to their 'God'.
(This odd, weird, and strangeness is not to be confused with the Scriptural reference to the saints being a peculiar people of strangers in a strange land. I.e. It's enough not to be running around in riotous living with the unredeemed to be considered strange by the super-partyers. While it's immoderate to look like a businessman walking into a store on a Saturday afternoon, and you're just looking for people to invite to church. It's about like a security guard pretending to black ops.)
Davis' whole Organization is just a wanna-be business without any real sobriety. He's drunk on the wine of his own super-made ministry! |
still_in_pain
Junior Member
Username: still_in_pain
Post Number: 49
Registered: 7-2007
Posted From: 67.170.115.170
| | Posted on Saturday, August 18, 2007 - 4:57 am: |
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song
belong
along
gong
eyes
replies
guys”
disguise
surprise
capitalize
clip-on ties
guys?”
recognize
apprise
chore
floor?
store
door?
freaks?
geeks?
peaks?
cheeks?
seeks
flare
starchy black hair
pair
air
there?”
“Well…”
yell
Hell
spell
Well
“Well…
tell”
choose
enthuse
schmooze
ooze
bemuse
amuse
shoes
ensues
shoes!”
SHOES!
shoes
shoes
shoes
flee
tree
me
cries
dies
eyes
arise
disguise
---Surprise!
guys…)
I just thought I would try poetry without all the stupid filler stuff.
Anyway...God save the Queen!
SIP. |
victorjohanson
Intermediate Member
Username: victorjohanson
Post Number: 278
Registered: 9-2005
Posted From: 66.230.83.210
| | Posted on Saturday, August 18, 2007 - 6:52 am: |
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What, you trying to be Ginsberg? |
pelfdaddy
Advanced Member
Username: pelfdaddy
Post Number: 987
Registered: 12-2006
Posted From: 76.211.19.11
| | Posted on Thursday, December 27, 2007 - 6:00 pm: |
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ntcctruth
Senior Member
Username: ntcctruth
Post Number: 1013
Registered: 5-2005
Posted From: 70.102.118.90
| | Posted on Thursday, December 27, 2007 - 8:37 pm: |
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He's messing with you...
I know sip very, very well. If you knew who this person is, you'd know that it's all in fun.
Marc Perez |
victorjohanson
Senior Member
Username: victorjohanson
Post Number: 1464
Registered: 9-2005
Posted From: 216.67.77.209
| | Posted on Thursday, December 27, 2007 - 10:26 pm: |
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Marc, are you talking to me? I knew who he was when I replied; I was just yanking his chain. Have you read any Ginsberg? The resemblance is uncanny. |
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