From: <a href="/blend/av.cgi?id=13">B.K.</a><BR>
Date: 28 August 2004<P>

Could we have a new question on the main page please? Thanks.<BR>
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bk (I meant posting page not front page for the removal of the sushi crap.) Thanks<BR>
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bk
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From: <a href="/blend/av.cgi?id=1">Kirk, Blender-Keeper</a><BR>
Date: 28 August 2004<P>

Which page are you talking about? Which question?
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From: <a href="/blend/av.cgi?id=12">Tanqueray Cowboy</a><BR>
Date: 28 August 2004<P>

Riggs!<BR>
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Welcome back!   Sad but awesome... esp. <a href="/blend/wv.cgi?id=2004.08.28.12.30.20739">Dead Drunk, Dead Sad</a>.  Strong stuff as always.<BR>
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~tanq
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From: <a href="/blend/av.cgi?id=13">B.K.</a><BR>
Date: 28 August 2004<P>

Sorry Kirk; I mean the blender survey question. May we have another please?<BR>
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Tanq; I rarely read what sush posts and skim his board writing. It's this war and politics in general that has me in a FURY! It's a very sad course of history repeating itself (Vietnam) and another group of young men to FUCK UP!<BR>
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Riggs; Glad to see you on the page again.<BR>
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bk<BR>
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From: <a href="/blend/av.cgi?id=1469">erick spangler</a><BR>
Date: 28 August 2004<P>

Disregard for the claims of justice under whatever pretext, has always been a manifestation, to say the very least, of shallow thinking, or rather a betrayal of real thinking. Only lovers of justice and truth can possess the kingdom of heaven, and to be children of god we must be lovers of justice, truth and peace.<BR>
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-father solanus casey, <BR>
capuchin monk - detroit, michigan<BR>
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Saint michael the archangel,<BR>
defend us in battle.<BR>
Be our protection against <BR>
the wickedness and<BR>
snares of the devil;<BR>
May God rebuke him,<BR>
we humbly pray;<BR>
And do thou, o prince<BR>
of the heavenly host,<BR>
by the power of God,<BR>
thrust into hell Satan<BR>
and all the evil spirits<BR>
who wander through<BR>
the world for the<BR>
ruin of souls.<BR>
Amen. 
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From: <a href="/blend/av.cgi?id=1470">iwan pritchard</a><BR>
Date: 28 August 2004<P>

Move over children,<BR>
Let’s get comfortable now. <BR>
We can talk to the animals. <BR>
We can breathe with our brothers. <BR>
We can hope for the best. <BR>
We can challenge the mind.<BR>
We can open up and rush forward blood vessels upon the ground.<BR>
We can deliver fresh food to someone who cannot get it themselves.<BR>
So why do I worry so violet? Why do I need more from you and more from life?<BR>
Why is it that I don’t become satisfied? <BR>
Cannot we break that rule? Cannot we break the tradition of mind?<BR>
Satisfaction is death. Satisfaction is death. Satisfaction is death.<BR>
It is the pursuit of happiness that brings us happiness, and not the happiness achieved.<BR>
I thought about this yesterday too.<BR>
So violet, will you then ever be satisfied with me?<BR>
You need to constantly pursue me.<BR>
You need to chase after something in me, <BR>
Always.<BR>
You can never be satisfied with me,<BR>
I hope you cannot. <BR>
I hope you cannot.<BR>
Let’s pursue this further. <BR>

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From: <a href="/blend/av.cgi?id=1389">Poo Poo Kitty Farts</a><BR>
Date: 28 August 2004<P>

There was a possibility, and it was retriever who discovered this, his wits got keen earlier and now he knows this and tells me to tell you.  When two or three are gathered in my name I am there with them, when two or three are gathered socially there becomes a new air in the room.  The fortunate ones aren’t given the chance to speak up, the losers are the ones who took the risk.  Words are thrown out and interpreted, jelly beans take on a whole different meaning to some, others attack back with awkward silence, but the perpetrator is definitely put in place by this.  So we now discover that socially retriever is at risk BUT KNOWS THIS, so how does he reply?  Now defensively acting (as he has been taught by his group to do)  he “waters down” his words, and tries not to “ruffle the feathers” of the city fathers.  Encounter ended, socially responsibility accomplished, egos stroked, he proceeds home.  Retriever you animal! how do you do it man? Does being good add anything to existing?  Do children cry for lack of more mature revenge? Does retriever bear a striking resemblance to a dog? All this and more discussed verbatim add nauseam  con frijoles, let’s look at it this way:  three people are sitting on a bench, one of them, let’s call her “amazing” says to one of the others, let’s call him “mr. Cotton”, “don’t you think that the sun burns beautifully?” and mr. Cotton replies (truthfully this time) “well amazing, is it not my right to deny the beauty of the sun, even when it shines in my face?, must I always agree with you for you are my mother?”  amazing replies, “it is impossible for mother and son to always have the same opinions, but until you are of an age when your experience proves you worthy, when I doth say the sun shines sweetly, thou must reply ‘as you see it mother, as you see it, it does!’” now there are no problems here so far, children will want their freedom, and will challenge the authority at times as their minds grow closer to maturity, this is not disputed.  But the third person had something interesting to say.  Her name was exemplify, and she was not happy at the state of the union.  She quietly spoke” don’t you both know that there are three truths?”  amazing and mr. Cotton said “no we have not heard of this.”  exemplify then states and I quote “one truth is what your own perception is, the other truth is what the collective perception is, and the third truth is THE truth, the only one that cannot bend and is constant for as long as the object, feeling, emotion, or instance lasts, this is the truth that only god knows, and that we only pretend to comprehend.”<BR>
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A silence fell on the other two, they had stopped twitching their legs on the bench, and the air was humid now, but pleasantly.  The bench was now a truth in three different ways.  Were they in line with the one true truth, or were their own perceptions being clouded by outside influence.  “Is it wrong to state anything at this point?” said mr. Cotton.  Bewildered. Mother knows best and calmed him with a stroke of her arm on his shoulder. They were in this together.  Exemplify laughed and slowly rose, the bench turned blood red and the beast within exemplify showed itself only for a second, the eyes turned white and the others looked as if they didn’t know what they saw what they saw what they saw, exemplify excused herself and walked off.  Mother and child did not mention to each other what they thought they saw.  Each one debating alone, afraid to bring to light what they may not have known to be true.
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