Angel of HaShem wrote:

"Holly" <noon_union@yahoo.com> wrote in message
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Angel of HaShem wrote:

"Harlow V. A. Campbell" <harlowcampbell@gmail.com> wrote in message
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Angel of HaShem wrote:

alt.religion.christian
alt.religion.islam
alt.religion.judaism.orthodox

They didn't allow a (scarcely) edited version of the original...
(Last I checked.)

I find doing that, very strange.....

The Jewish orthodox group is heavily moderated. Only two
postings when I went there. Why don't you 'moderators' do
the same thing...?

As Moderator of alt.paranormal.crop-circles, alt.alien.research and
alt.atheism, I believe
that is my duty and responsibility to allow
free speech and expression...EVEN for fucking
religous whackjobs like you.

Yeah. I don't understand it. Those groups are religious whack
jobs. I'm just trying to straighten them, and you, out.....

As far as some hebe group goes....***** em.

Ya. *****'em.....!.

PLONK the Twonk

How about you just plonk yourself?

I could do that. But what would you do without me....?

PS- You never answered my question-

From what did your dog Chubby evolve?

It's Cubby. Probably a descendant of wolves. No smarter
though. But a lot more tame...

And why did you kill him?

Okay...here we go....again...

I didn't kill him, you *****. Give it up....

I don't rag on your dead wife, and keep asking you why you
killed her....

Cubby was a little black Cairn Terrier. Not much bulk.....

I came out of the store and saw Cubby curbing himself. when
the truck pulled up to park, and crushed my dog between the
front tire and curb. I saw, and heard it happen. He yelped. I ran
over to him and squatted down. He was laying on his right side,
tongue hanging out, (it was always hanging out) blood coming
from his nose and mouth. He was not moving, and yes, a little
5 year old took his massive right hand. Trying to get him up by,
nudging him. Very gently. Telling him; "Come on Cubby. Get up."
Nudge, nudge, "Come on Cubby We have to go home. Cubby.
CUBBY!!!"

(Gawd, I'm cryin'.)

I did too when writing it......

Hi Holly. Did you know "Iam4God" on the WEB TV server?

No Sorry ... but I have been wondering about WEB TV server. I bet
spiders get real excited when they hear about that server.

Still squatting, holding my right hand on my left knee, my left
over my right hand, resting my chin on my left hand, looking at
him, realizing he wasn't going to move, I started to cry, stood
up, and ran home crying like the baby I was....

I believe you Twonky. What a heartbreak. That mean ol'Harlow ....

He always brings it up because I said I 'shook' Cubby. Harlow accused
me of killing him by shaking him.

You know why he really brings it up ... it's his mission. He lives to
keep you alive for all of us to witness.

(I'm thinking, it was just a couple of small movements of the body.
I'm implying I shook it like a milk shake.)

I believe you. You were a sweet little kid. Good old days ... huh?
... Twonk.

So I guess Harlow has a right to beat me up. Sorry HVAC...

You like being a victim?

When I got home, still crying, my mother picked me up and
said "Why are you crying, honey? Where's Cubby? Oh
nooooo......" She knew something happened to the dog.....

I whimpered; "Cubby got hurt by a truck and isn't moving."

The truck or the little sweet puppy named Cubby? Oh ... I get it.

Yeah. I saw that. I left out 'he'. I hate when I do that.. But, the
truck wasn't moving anymore. Cubby was between the front and
rear wheels.....

At that time the driver of the oil truck came to the house. Told
my mother what happened, and was very apologetic. She was
very understanding. I had stopped crying and was 'sniffling.'
Looking at the guy who hurt my dog, and the dog he was holding.

Nice oil truck guy. Maybe he will give you a reduced price for oil ...

I use gas.

considering how guilty he felt ... well I guess that waaaassss a long
time ago.

Like it was yesterday. Today. Tomorrow.

It was a good idea though ... wasn't it Twonky? Giggle
(sorry) I was gonna call you Chubby...a....Cubby... sort of rhymes with
Twonky ... okay it's a stretch. Nevertheless.

I know ... you've missed me.

I did. But you've been lurking. And what drew you out was a little
Cairn Terrier.....named Cubby.....

Sometimes. I have full days with work and often my evenings are full
too. I try to both read the NGs and to give them up. I could be
doing better things, you know.

I don't remember who named the dog. Or when I got it. It was before
the "Mickey Mouse Club" Cubby. Christ Jesus, the more I think about
it the more (I think) I remember.

For all I know, it was put in the crib with me when I was an infant. I
don't think he was any older than I was when he died. 4/5 years old.
I have to talk to my older sister. She might remember some things.

He was holding his dog he kept with him in the truck, a Dachshund,
and asked my mother if I would like to have it. She asked me;
"Would you like that sweet heart?" I whimpered; "nooo", and buried
my face in my mother's bosom....crying.....again.....

Every chance you could.

Only when picked up. And/or when she was sitting down with me
on her lap...

The rest is a blank. Xcept for a kitten I had been given, that got
out of an opened window, and ran away. Me and mom went
outside looking for it. But couldn't find it....

This heart wrenching is going on a little too long. So please get to
the point.

The point is.....addressing Harlow's misconception, because of my
implying the 'shaking' of my dog, was like the shaking of a milk shake.
Instead of nudging....

It's near the end of the post. Don't be so impatient. I have a lotto say.

Cubby was my first eXperience in learning of death. Right
before my five year old eyes.....

Ah ... death and then comes ....... "heaven" am I right Tman?

I thought you wanted to end it. And you ask me that? You're
going to get more than you bargained for then.....

Never mind....I won't tell you what I think about heaven and hell.

I will tell you....

There is a reality and hierarchy beyond our circular time. In that
hierarchy there is an adversary of the Almighty and man. And
an advocate of the Almighty and man.....

Our personification and use, in the knowledge of evil, to use each
in any degree we choose, of the devil, devils, imps, minions.
Demons all, in Satan. Evil and death on evil's end..

Are you happy with your life, Twonky?

Our personification and use in the knowledge good, to use each
in any degree we choose, of the Creator, Creation, Angels, Son.
Good all, in Jesus. Good and life on good's end...

But you haven't always done good ... right?

All living things die. And "all dogs go to heaven."

I knew it! Did I call that one or what?

HaShem hates the things with more than two and/or no, legs. No
dogs in the Kingdom. If hates them, who put (seeded) them on
the planet? The angels who like them, I guess....

So what are you saying???? Where do the doggies go?

Lost my best friend. I would have liked too have grown up
with him. Broke my heart....

Hey ... I know what you mean. But if you adopted the Buddhist
philosophy you are your best friend Cubby. So part of you died.
That's why Harlow's meanness stings so much. Well ... you may have
some r e a l koOky ideas but I sympathize with you about your dog.
(Am I fulfilling your expectation for being swarmy enough?)

"swarmy"? or "smarmy"? Bumble bees, or false earnest. I don't believe
you're smarmy. I believe you are sincere. You may be "busy as a bee."

Well I made a slip with the "m" upside down ... yet I am swarmy
sometimes. No I was referring to .... yeah ... you know. Okay.

We slept together behind a kerosene stove on cold nights...

Did your clothes smell of kerosene when you went to school? I remember
smelling kerosene and smoke from a wood stove on some kids when I was
young. Why it made me feel sad I don't know ... they were warm.

There you go again. Will you cut it out! Yuck.

I know, huh....

Very traumatic eXperience for a 5 year old to see his dog
crushed to death.....

Thanks Harlow. You made my fucking day. You're a fucking
*****....

That's so true.

Oh yeah. Boy are we going to get it.....

Hey he didn't say anything. He must be soooo busy with all his
children. <g>

Why don't you come to the plant. I would like you to situate
yourself into a 'four ton punch press'. I'll bring it down slowly
in the 'setup mode', and crush your entire body to about an inch
or two from the 'anvil', not run over you with a 'smack down',
just crush all of your innards, and then lift the press and see how
long you live. I won't nudge you. Chances are very good, you'd
be dead already.....

Like the human fly!!!!!!!!!

Yah....good bye....

That was a good movie ... good idea for a movie. Like Psycho. Damn
was I scared.
I saw half of it from under the theater seats where I was hiding.

And for that, I wouldn't shed a fucking tear......

But surely you haven't forgotten about his many children and his
deadikation to being a strawberry pancake dad?

He claims he lives for his kids. I wonder if they know his persona on
the groups....

Yep, it's moi. Yours truly in the far nether reaches of the demented
imagination .... and then some. Okay ... loosing a dog when your young
like you were/did stinks. I had an even worse experience but I am not
competing with you for sympathy. This is your moment ...Twonky von
Tenderboi.

Even worse? Do you ever talk or think about it....?

Go ahead, Holly don't smoke.....

I don't and I won't. Gotta keep healthy so when I die ... well ... I
don't know why. In fact when I think of it I don't know why about a
lot of things ... yet ... I do wonder. I wonder for a bit and then I
think ... anything that hard to figure out shouldn't be worried about
especially if we're going to find out one way or the other eventually
any how.

Hey Twonky. See you around.

Holly Smokeless