This kind of Hate Speech is More Widespread than you think....

[Dapper_Fellow]

A North Carolina preacher advocates....well, I'll just let you see for yourself....

http://www.addictinginfo.org/2012/05/21/pasto/

[darkeyes]

I think some1 should have wee wordie in 'is lug'ole an' tell 'im bout the birds an the gays.. oops soz.. bees... an just who the parents of homosexual peeps r... every1 dies out but gay and bi kids just keep poppin up.. only way 2 stop it is 2 exterminate the entire human race... wotta daft sod...

[void()]

I love this "pastor". I will express this profound love in massive quantities.

Here is a copy of the email I just sent his email address. It is pretty sanitary yet expresses a clear message strongly. I used the subject line 'Humble Reminder'. It would be a shame if this message were copied and sent to him a lot. I imagine there would be a lot of time spent reading or deleting lots of messages. Even if a filter is used it still costs time.

He obviously thought it was worth my time to let me know he hates me. It really was not worth my time in my opinion to know that. He in effect wasted my valued time and can repay me in kind. So, yes I really do love him and his message. It reminds me to be humble, to appreciate my values. Hope he does find what he looks for.

---8<---

Regarding an article posted here:

http://www.addictinginfo.org/2012/05/21/pasto/

I am compelled to write and express my love for you. I hope you find the
peace sought. You need not reply to my message, in fact it would likely
behoove us both if you did not. Know that many of us love you despite
your differences. We all hope you find peace and happiness.

This message is sent in hopes of being a humble reminder. Even I stumble
and require lessons of humility, grace from time to time. Let me guide
you to an excellent bit of reference material regarding use of the Internet.

http://goo.gl/s8KK Netiquette

We should all seek to be civil in discourse and use of the Internet. The
Netiquette guide linked above is a fine resource for learning about
civility. Thank you for reading this message. Again, you are loved and
wished the best in all things. Have a nice day.

[Your Name]

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[Gearbox]

When he mentioned rounding up all the lesbians and putting them in a big 'lesbian sanctuary', I thought "Now there's a thought.". Glass walls would be ideal, and the pastor could make a fortune! A FEKIN FORTUNE, charging a fee to voyeurs!:tongue:
But in hindsight, it's not very nice to the lesbians is it? He could at least ask them nicely first!
I can pack a bag in 5mins flat for the 'homosexual sanctuary', or a bisexual one, if he plans on making one of those, I'm easy.lol

@Void- I think I'll just do that e-mail, and leave the porn alone for a while.:oh:

[darkeyes]

When he mentioned rounding up all the lesbians and putting them in a big 'lesbian sanctuary', I thought "Now there's a thought.". Glass walls would be ideal, and the pastor could make a fortune! A FEKIN FORTUNE, charging a fee to voyeurs!:tongue:
But in hindsight, it's not very nice to the lesbians is it? He could at least ask them nicely first!
I can pack a bag in 5mins flat for the 'homosexual sanctuary', or a bisexual one, if he plans on making one of those, I'm easy.lol

@Void- I think I'll just do that e-mail, and leave the porn alone for a while.:oh:
Is ok Gear.. no probs... they gonna feed us an they will havta keep replenishin' our numbers.. the thick bastard hasn't worked that 1 out... we may die.. but we wont die out... tee hee;)

[Gearbox]

Is ok Gear.. no probs... they gonna feed us an they will havta keep replenishin' our numbers.. the thick bastard hasn't worked that 1 out... we may die.. but we wont die out... tee hee;)
Yes, think of all the benefits we'd get. No bills to pay, no trouble finding some fun, and we could all just lounge about eating grapes like Roman aristocracy while waiting for the free food parcels to drop.lol And lets NOT forget that we'd get the likes of Elton John and K.D. Lang to entertain us!:bowdown: (I'm seeing the light here!lol).

I wouldn't like to put ideas into his head though, but I get the impression that he thinks we'd die out because we wouldn't be around to groom the hetero's any more.:rolleyes: Oh that crazy parson person! A world without us? Surely not!

[darkeyes]

Yes, think of all the benefits we'd get. No bills to pay, no trouble finding some fun, and we could all just lounge about eating grapes like Roman aristocracy while waiting for the free food parcels to drop.lol And lets NOT forget that we'd get the likes of Elton John and K.D. Lang to entertain us!:bowdown: (I'm seeing the light here!lol).

I wouldn't like to put ideas into his head though, but I get the impression that he thinks we'd die out because we wouldn't be around to groom the hetero's any more.:rolleyes: Oh that crazy parson person! A world without us? Surely not!
'E wud just havta turn 'is attention elsewer Gear.. blacks, asians, moslems, hindus, Democrats, environmentalists, puppies, ... plenty choice... but none so nice as us.. well.. maybe puppies.. tee hee:tongue:

[æonpax]

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Name -
Pastor Charles L. Worley

Email -
pastor@prbcnc.com

Work Phone -
828-428-2518

[Gearbox]

'E wud just havta turn 'is attention elsewer Gear.. blacks, asians, moslems, hindus, Democrats, environmentalists, puppies, ... plenty choice... but none so nice as us.. well.. maybe puppies.. tee hee:tongue:
That's a chilling thought!:yikes2: And soon, who's left will turn back to the old testament for their purifications. I expect.:eek:

[tenni]

Ok..Lesbians on the left. Gay guys on the right.

Fek...Where does he propose putting the bisexuals?:confused::yikes2:

You just know that some biguy with the gay men is going to slip over and see if he can find a biwoman with dem dar lesbians...;):love87:

Then next thing you know, she gets preggers and another generation of dem dar people.
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I see Cat has made a thread connected to this thread.

Apparently the church's website has been shut down.


http://thenewcivilrightsmovement.com...12/05/22/39939 (http://thenewcivilrightsmovement.com/pastor-who-suggested-genocide-like-concentration-camps-for-gays-loses-website/news/2012/05/22/39939)

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Name -
Pastor Charles L. Worley

Email -
pastor@prbcnc.com

Work Phone -
828-428-2518






Oh you are quite pure trouble.

[darkeyes]

Oh you are quite pure trouble.
Quietest I've ever known 'er Voidie.. tee hee:tongue:

[void()]

Silent scream tossed me to NC.. Damn.

[Realist]

I was raised with the same kind of poison rhetoric that Worley spouts. I didn't understand it as a kid and I certainly can't understand it, now. I never understood hating anyone, who never caused me any harm.

The trouble is, this kind of reasoning and hate is infectious to some. Often, those who don't, or won't, think for themselves, allow hate mongers like Worley, to plant those vicious seeds in their brains. Especially, when they are part of a crowd in a fever pitch, there's no telling what they are capable of!

Sickening and evil!

[void()]

Exit
by U2
You know he got the cure
You know he went astray
He used to stay awake
To drive the dreams he had away
He wanted to believe
In the hands of love

His head it felt heavy
As he cut across the land
A dog started crying
Like a broken hearted man
At the howling wind
At the howling wind

He went deeper into black
Deeper into white
Could see the stars shining
Like nails in the night
He felt the healing
Healing, healing
Healing hands of love
Like the stars shiny shiny
From above

Hand in the pocket
Finger on the steel
The pistol weighed heavy
His heart he could feel
Was beating, beating
Beating, beating oh my love
Oh my love, oh my love
Oh my love

My love

Saw the hands that build
Can also pull down

The hands of love


Relevant for many a reason. Love and hate opposing sides of the same coin being a really good one. Both require passion.

[void()]

I was raised with the same kind of poison rhetoric that Worley spouts. I didn't understand it as a kid and I certainly can't understand it, now. I never understood hating anyone, who never caused me any harm.

The trouble is, this kind of reasoning and hate is infectious to some. Often, those who don't, or won't, think for themselves, allow hate mongers like Worley, to plant those vicious seeds in their brains. Especially, when they are part of a crowd in a fever pitch, there's no telling what they are capable of!

Sickening and evil!

My deceased step father we all believe now was homosexual. It only makes sense, big old rough and tumble, long haul trucker, always on the road five to six days a week and always looking like a pimp out of a bad 70's ghetto flick. He espoused a great deal of hate. Hated nigers, spics, queers, jews, japs, wops, patties, gooks, mooks and anything else which held his attention for over a few minutes it seemed.

In an odd way, all the shit I got kicked out me as a kid was probably his way of giving tough love. He sensed me being different, taking a queer to see a queer, then, he realized "hey this little guy is gonna need to be strong to face the world, i can beat the shit out of him before some other sick fuck beats him to death, get him used to it, get him ready to take care of himself."

At seven I took a two by four upside the back of my head. Had my ribs hairline fractured by a tire billy, truckers use little wooden bats to check tires, good for 'checking' ribs too apparently. Between ages five to thirteen was really bad. I could just walk into a room and get beat for breathing.

At thirteen I walked into a loaded gun in his hand. Pulled the barrel nub right up to my forehead and told him loud and proud that he had to the count of three to make the shot. After three he wound up with a dislocated shoulder, two broken fingers and nearly a broken wrist. I stripped the clip from the forty five, left one round chambered. Put the gun in his other hand, turned and walked away saying over my shoulder, "one left, make it count." The gun hit the ground.

He tried muster the balls again when I was about twenty, swore he was going a shoot an old Airedale hound mutt my brother kept. I had been feeding the dog, taking care of it, come to like the scrounging smart ass guy. Needless to say it amounted being a rerun. Except this time something different happened. "You better get your ass in the service, fucking dog." He raged. "They need killers like you." I had planned on the service at any given, and here was this guy, a larger than life two hundred fifty pound gorilla of hate and pounding people to bloody pulps saying I was a killer.

"Well, you made a fine one, ass hole." I said and walked back into the house with the gun in my hand, not his. He refused taking it back after getting his arm broken this time. Funny how your hand with a gun in it just won't reach up your anus, no matter how diligently someone tries putting it there. And no, he didn't shoot my dog, whom became my dog after that as my brother figured if I was taking care of him enough to not let his dad shoot him, then it was my dog.

Unbeknownst to my step dad, I had some off the books service when seventeen. My dad, whom I was visiting signed me away for a spell. He had hopes of breaking my ambitions of serving, which did not quite work out as he intended. Met some buds who took me to wing, because I could survive, because I did not quit, because I was too quiet, because I had been fucked by life. I fit right in, at least they thought so. And I was good at making up plans, knew how to stay six to ten steps ahead of an enemy. No, not exactly military genius but even a step ahead sometimes saves lives.

And now I'm a step ahead in loving the haters. Kill them with kindness.

[darkeyes]

I have always found it extremely difficult to hate people no matter how odious they and their credo may be.. they have been poisoned by circumstance and were not born so. So I try and turn them around by love and kindness, a gentle word and what I think is sound argument.. sometimes it works too.. but if they aren't turned round completely and convinced, very often they soften and at least their brains begin to get used in ways which their hate has forbidden them.. I was brought up with love and kindness so don't entirely understand the concept of hate even although I have seen it, heard it and occasionally been at the rough end of it.

The following poem my daughter's friend wrote.. it expresses my thoughts on hate very much.

Why hate me?
I have done you no harm and shall not
Why spit on me as I pass you in the street?
I am different but the same and that's my lot
My life is one of love; why not you?
Why hate?
Why not love before it's too late?

The poem was written as a response to religious bigotry, something we know much of in Scotland. While it is about religious hatred, it is appropriate for any kind of hatred towards anyone... the author is a Christian girl of 14 and even at that young age cannot understand why people of different denominations hate so easily. It has always been a mystery to me how those of different sexualities do the same.. I grapple with it and try to understand and explain but to understand fully I need to hate..and that is a concept I just don't do and will not..

[Realist]

Void, your story reads a lot like Johnny Cash's "Boy named Sue"!!

My parents were a lot less violent than you experienced, but their attitudes towards other races were much as you explained. I understand that my mother was raised that way and her traits were learned through her childhood. But Dad's family exhibited an open-mindedness toward other races, political opinions, and social backgrounds. None of his siblings possessed the animosity and dislike of other races that he did, so I don't know where that attitude came from. Who knows?

I'm certainly no angel, but feel confidant that I haven't followed suit with the prejudicial attitudes they attempted to instill in me.

[void()]

Void, your story reads a lot like Johnny Cash's "Boy named Sue"!!

My parents were a lot less violent than you experienced, but their attitudes towards other races were much as you explained. I understand that my mother was raised that way and her traits were learned through her childhood. But Dad's family exhibited an open-mindedness toward other races, political opinions, and social backgrounds. None of his siblings possessed the animosity and dislike of other races that he did, so I don't know where that attitude came from. Who knows?

I'm certainly no angel, but feel confidant that I haven't followed suit with the prejudicial attitudes they attempted to instill in me.

It was reversed in my situation. Mom was always the open minded, level headed one that had no problems with anyone, except her 'loving' husband at times. She raised three fine gentlemen despite his help or lack of it. And no, mom was not a saint. She had balls of brass and could swear up a storm causing sailors to stay in port. She also knew the difference between discipline and abuse, choosing to wield discipline with moderate vigor when needed.

All three of us knew where the leather belt strap hung. Our butts would sting after three to five swats. Mom never imposed more save for the ultimate humiliation of making the offender fetch the belt. It hung as a somewhat public service message upon the door knob of the basement stairwell in plain view, mom called you to the kitchen you would dread hearing "bring the belt as you come." We a. did not do anything to merit lots of 'floggings' or b. were rather clever in how we did things which might be construed to merit a 'flogging' as to avoid detection. We mostly 'flew right' barring we were country boys.

Our cousin, a girl, was our 'ring leader'. She never got in trouble, because we never let her. Girls aren't flogged, them's the rules.

Life sounding like a song? Well, hard not mirroring art, or art mirroring life. Still like the Man In Black sometimes, but only small doses, recall a lot of bad things and a two story farm house being filled with country music. Conway, Statlers, Jones, Cash, Willie, Eckup (sp), Wynette, Oak Ridge Boys, Hank Sr., Bocephus, Sovine, Lynn all seemed to be 'good old fashioned down home', right in our home of the time. Luckily, I discovered AC/DC, Iron Maiden, Ozzy, Beethoven, Bach, Motzart and others coming into the teen years. And now, I am kind of caught up in a rediscovery of big band jazz.

[elian]

The fact that you have found something positive out of your experience is an inspiration but quite plainly I'll just say that some people are miserable bastards - they aren't happy and they take it out on everyone else around them, whoever they can take advantage of. Clearly you did eventually stand up to him and that's probably a good thing. The fact that you resolved NOT to be like him demonstrates courage and strong moral character. He tried to tell you that you didn't belong here, but you recognized your own worth.

As for this pastor, he's a little late, Hitler already beat him to it. I used to fantasize about reflecting the tactics that bullies use right back at them - let this pastor spend one month in a forced labor camp and see how much he likes it.

Some people will cling to the past as a defense, they are mad at the world and want people to rally to their defense like a security blanket. There is no changing the mind of someone from that generation about "homosexuality", "the lack of marriage", and probably several other issues as well. He probably thinks that "men giving up their masculinity" is the cause of all the horribleness in the world. He fought hard to be in the majority class and create an unfair advantage for himself and others who were fortunate enough to be born white males. If only we could've beat more wives and secretly molested more chlidren into submission..maybe the world wouldn't be so "screwed up".

(for those of you who don't know, I'm using sarcasm - I was molested and I grew up watching male role models beat my mother.) You think I'm over the top? I know there are some people in the world who subconsciously think this way. I hear them spew their garbage all over the AM radio dial - so many "angry" people looking to incite violence in the world. I had to stop listening to it because it literally is poison.

The man is entitled to his opinion, thankfully we all only have so many years on this planet before we pass on.

I see no point in sending him a message about nettiquite, I suspect he's not terribly bothered by the thought of offending people. I do however like the idea of many people of all orientations sending him "hugs". He is expecting shock and awe and probably irrate responses. Love is an interesting way to protest the response he wants.

Discrimination based on fear and prejudice ends when you see that the "other" person is not so different from yourself and you resolve to change your judgement..that takes personal contact. Ending discrimination based on hate takes forgiveness, healing, understanding and binding of wounds.

[pepperjack]

My deceased step father we all believe now was homosexual. It only makes sense, big old rough and tumble, long haul trucker, always on the road five to six days a week and always looking like a pimp out of a bad 70's ghetto flick. He espoused a great deal of hate. Hated nigers, spics, queers, jews, japs, wops, patties, gooks, mooks and anything else which held his attention for over a few minutes it seemed.

In an odd way, all the shit I got kicked out me as a kid was probably his way of giving tough love. He sensed me being different, taking a queer to see a queer, then, he realized "hey this little guy is gonna need to be strong to face the world, i can beat the shit out of him before some other sick fuck beats him to death, get him used to it, get him ready to take care of himself."

At seven I took a two by four upside the back of my head. Had my ribs hairline fractured by a tire billy, truckers use little wooden bats to check tires, good for 'checking' ribs too apparently. Between ages five to thirteen was really bad. I could just walk into a room and get beat for breathing.

At thirteen I walked into a loaded gun in his hand. Pulled the barrel nub right up to my forehead and told him loud and proud that he had to the count of three to make the shot. After three he wound up with a dislocated shoulder, two broken fingers and nearly a broken wrist. I stripped the clip from the forty five, left one round chambered. Put the gun in his other hand, turned and walked away saying over my shoulder, "one left, make it count." The gun hit the ground.

He tried muster the balls again when I was about twenty, swore he was going a shoot an old Airedale hound mutt my brother kept. I had been feeding the dog, taking care of it, come to like the scrounging smart ass guy. Needless to say it amounted being a rerun. Except this time something different happened. "You better get your ass in the service, fucking dog." He raged. "They need killers like you." I had planned on the service at any given, and here was this guy, a larger than life two hundred fifty pound gorilla of hate and pounding people to bloody pulps saying I was a killer.

"Well, you made a fine one, ass hole." I said and walked back into the house with the gun in my hand, not his. He refused taking it back after getting his arm broken this time. Funny how your hand with a gun in it just won't reach up your anus, no matter how diligently someone tries putting it there. And no, he didn't shoot my dog, whom became my dog after that as my brother figured if I was taking care of him enough to not let his dad shoot him, then it was my dog.

Unbeknownst to my step dad, I had some off the books service when seventeen. My dad, whom I was visiting signed me away for a spell. He had hopes of breaking my ambitions of serving, which did not quite work out as he intended. Met some buds who took me to wing, because I could survive, because I did not quit, because I was too quiet, because I had been fucked by life. I fit right in, at least they thought so. And I was good at making up plans, knew how to stay six to ten steps ahead of an enemy. No, not exactly military genius but even a step ahead sometimes saves lives.

And now I'm a step ahead in loving the haters. Kill them with kindness.

For some reason reminds me of Johnny Cash classic, A Boy Named Sue....:bigrin:

[elian]

Sorry for lashing out a bit in my response above, it's just frustrating that people can't seem to get along. It would seem that I've forgotten my own rule about focusing on the things you can change within your sphere of influence. It used to be given in the days prior to the internet you pretty much only knew the local news and a few headline national stories. Now we have access to so much unfiltered information, 24 hours a day from all around the world that it is easy to get overwhelmed and forget that the world has been here for a very, very long time despite the existence of tyrants.

[pepperjack]

Void, your story reads a lot like Johnny Cash's "Boy named Sue"!!

My parents were a lot less violent than you experienced, but their attitudes towards other races were much as you explained. I understand that my mother was raised that way and her traits were learned through her childhood. But Dad's family exhibited an open-mindedness toward other races, political opinions, and social backgrounds. None of his siblings possessed the animosity and dislike of other races that he did, so I don't know where that attitude came from. Who knows?

I'm certainly no angel, but feel confidant that I haven't followed suit with the prejudicial attitudes they attempted to instill in me.

I just now discovered this post. Interesting that at least 2 of us made this observation, comparison.

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I just now discovered this post. Interesting that at least 2 of us made this observation, comparison.

Johnny Cash was also an entertainer in case that eluded you. He drew upon the rich diversity of Appalachia, Ozarks and from all walks of life to create works of entertainment. A few moments with Google and you can obtain various data points about that time period, Appalachian life, poverty, child abuse it all correlates with Cash's product. No wonder then, art mirrors life or vice versa.

What is interesting, is while I may need a bit of help, I have chosen to be a better person. You have a good one, pepper.

[elian]

(sent to both Email addresses, so far no rejections but it looks like the web site Aeon posted has been "reclaimed" by the hosting provider.)

Pastor,

Do you know God? Is your God an angry God or a compassionate God? Does Jesus call us to love one another, or hate?

I was a white boy growing up in a rural area, grew up in a divorced household, the male role models in my life were not very good examples, they suffered with alcohol abuse, they were physically violent to my mother. I grew up in a house full of hate and intolerance. All I knew with my young mind was that if drinking and abusing women was what it meant to "be a man" then I wanted to be as far away from "being a man" as possible. I saw them struggle with demons so much and they were so unhappy..

Growing up I knew I was different anyway, I was never very good at aggressive, competitive things like tackle football that most most guys bonded over when they were being part of the team. I still wanted to be loved and just accepted by men so much that started to question whether or not I was gay.

All of the adults I looked up to as role models in my life made sure I knew how they felt about gay people, about black people, well - about anyone who was different than they were. I was scared, I hid my feelings - my parents were really the only people I had to rely on in the world being that young. If they didn't love me I had no one else to turn.

Believing I WAS gay I actually used to beg God, "Why did you make me this way?!" The response I got varied from silence to "I had to so you would understand" to simply "I'm sorry". I was ashamed, I was lonely, I was suicidal. As much as I thought I wanted to love a man, MAN certainly didn't love me back - they took what they wanted, including sexual favors from a young boy who was 8 years old as if the feelings I had weren't already confusing and humiliating enough. If I would've believed any of them I was a worthless abomination that didn't deserve to exist.

It would have been so easy to give up, kill myself, destroy my life - isn't that what you are advocating for when you say you wish gay and lesbian people are all gone?..because that's how it sounds to those of us who have been through it.

I just wanted you to know that divine love from God is the ONLY reason I am still here on this Earth. HE loved ME when I felt I had no where else to turn to, he gave me the UNCONDITIONAL LOVE I so desperately wanted growing up.

How can you make that judgment for God? To say that in the eyes of God one person is more worthy of love than another? I am so glad I decided to wait, to be patient, to have faith, to believe in his encouragement. It is literally by the grace of God that I am alive today to write this, and it is by the help of caring friends, family and clergy that I have learned that I AM worthy.

I now know that when I was growing up God gave me a very painful, but very powerful gift. He forced me to learn to think with an open mind. He forced me to learn how to have empathy and compassion for other people who don't think like me. If I didn't have to question my sexuality growing up I might've thought much the same way that you do, "Why do these people deserve ANYTHING?" I now know what it feels like to be on the outside of what others consider to be "normal".

I am not promiscuous and believe me, it's NOT all about the sex - to be honest I can't really see myself kissing a man either but do you honestly think that someone would risk their life, family, job, friends, reputation, children and property to CHOOSE to be gay? Pastor, they don't - they can't turn those feelings on and off like a light switch. Have you ever tried to tell someone not to fall in love? It would be like me saying to you, "Pastor Worley we love you very much, we want you to be a part of this community but you must divorce your wife." People don't ask to be born female, they don't ask to be born black and they don't ask to be born gay or lesbian..they just are.

Everyone sins, I'm not talking about decadence, I'm talking about fundamental, basic right to life - millions of young teens who are just as worthy as any other part of creation feeling they have no where else to turn because people they admire tell them they are better off killing themselves.

I don't know how you can advocate for the right to life on one hand and yet still want all the "queers" to be "gone". In case you haven't noticed, the "queers" are all around you. They ARE a part of our society and they have ALWAYS been there. If they haven't been a threat to the general way of life for the past 100 years then why would they be a threat now?

I love God and I think he knows just how much I have struggled to become a loving, compassionate, well rounded adult. We are all the body of Christ, I have learned to love people for who they are on the inside, the content of their character, rather than how tall they are, their skin color or what is between their legs. That love is primarily a compassionate love, lust doesn't enter into the equation. Maybe some day I will find one special person to commit to but I'm just not sure yet.

At end of my life I will have to stand in judgment before God. I know that many men would convict me without blinking twice before they pull the 2x4 out of their own eye but as for what God believes, well I think that final judgment is really between God and I.

I send this message to you in the spirit of love, in the hope that you will see what God has worked in my life. For better or worse I will never be the same person I once was, but I am stronger for it. It was incredibly painful but I don't think I would trade it away if I could. This world is hurting and so many people need love. His work has value, even if it's not quite the way people think the world should be.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SeLDsBPSzYg

Yours in faith,

[elian]

FYI, the Email was rejected from the prbcnc.com (pastor@prbcnc.com) address, it would appear that the domain is no longer operational as it once was. As far as I can tell the Email address quoted in the article is still functioning, haven't received any bounce messages from that one.

[darkeyes]

FYI, the Email was rejected from the prbcnc.com (pastor@prbcnc.com) address, it would appear that the domain is no longer operational as it once was. As far as I can tell the Email address quoted in the article is still functioning, haven't received any bounce messages from that one.
Dontcha worry bout it Elian... but it wos ver nice.:bigrin: Bettern ver nice... however doesn't matter if u were God and wrote perfection, I suspect that the gud "Christian" Pastor would turn it round and tell ya wotya really think!!

[elian]

All I can do is tell my story Fran, whether he wants to listen to it is his prerogative. .. for the record void was actually weening me into liking open mouth kissing before he moved away. I'm assuming that's what the man meant, open mouth?

I didn't bother to mention that I'm actually a verry oral person - I don't mind most kissing EXCEPT for the open mouth. I have bad breath and I suspect a lot of other people do too.

When I was not comfortable with my identity I DID have some issues with not wanting to kiss men, as I have become more comfortable with myself and relaxed with the situation I have enjoyed it a bit more.

[pepperjack]

Johnny Cash was also an entertainer in case that eluded you. He drew upon the rich diversity of Appalachia, Ozarks and from all walks of life to create works of entertainment. A few moments with Google and you can obtain various data points about that time period, Appalachian life, poverty, child abuse it all correlates with Cash's product. No wonder then, art mirrors life or vice versa.

What is interesting, is while I may need a bit of help, I have chosen to be a better person. You have a good one, pepper.

Eluded me? I only grew up with the guy because my parents loved CW music. Why do I get the feeling you're being snide & condescending because you misinterpreted a harmless comment on my part once again? And I'm definitely sensing unnecessary defensiveness again. Last time I replied to you, I said I thought you were a " smart & colorful character," & it was my " last attempt to bury the hatchet with you." I'm fed up with trying to get along with you. I will have much better ones not trying to communicate with you any longer.:disgust:

[elian]

Gawd, it's like oil and water. Please, with much vigor and wholeheartedly can the both of you always make an assumption that when it boils down to aluminum tacks that neither one of you truly means the other any ill will? If you want to practice ill will - watch these cartoons instead..

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-AL9nD-VfrA
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oBnWD0ElhdU
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sQ9nmqErGoU

[void()]

Gawd, it's like oil and water. Please, with much vigor and wholeheartedly can the both of you always make an assumption that when it boils down to aluminum tacks that neither one of you truly means the other any ill will? If you want to practice ill will - watch these cartoons instead..

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-AL9nD-VfrA
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oBnWD0ElhdU
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sQ9nmqErGoU

Why bother posting as he did after the issue had been discussed? Realists commented upon it. I replied to it with much the same answer, Cash used a lot of fodder from the times to create art. So, what purpose does commenting on it again serve?

Yes, I may misunderstand things people say. That does no imply I always do, nor that other parties always have the noblest of intentions. This is why I avoid talking to lots of people. Gets tiresome merely understanding and then responding in a way that is understood.

I apologize for my disdain of pepper's perceived slowness. I genuinely thought he had no clue who Cash was. After all he posted comments already addressed. Maybe he didn't know, I thought. Unlikely but possible. My disdain comes from Google, people don't understand Henry Ford's idea of being educated. Don't know? At least know where to look. Google exists to be the place to look.

I'll quit typing here, now.

[pepperjack]

Why bother posting as he did after the issue had been discussed? Realists commented upon it. I replied to it with much the same answer, Cash used a lot of fodder from the times to create art. So, what purpose does commenting on it again serve?

Yes, I may misunderstand things people say. That does no imply I always do, nor that other parties always have the noblest of intentions. This is why I avoid talking to lots of people. Gets tiresome merely understanding and then responding in a way that is understood.

I apologize for my disdain of pepper's perceived slowness. I genuinely thought he had no clue who Cash was. After all he posted comments already addressed. Maybe he didn't know, I thought. Unlikely but possible. My disdain comes from Google, people don't understand Henry Ford's idea of being educated. Don't know? At least know where to look. Google exists to be the place to look.

I'll quit typing here, now.


There you go with one of your phony apologies again. My "perceived slowness" was just one of those internet quirks; Realist & I somehow overlapped in our comments; are you a master of timing? Disdain? If anyone, you are worthy of it! Google, Google, Google......can make any dumb ass appear as if he has any brains! :bulb:

[elian]

Three people made an observation about Johnny Cash, a rather true observation. Everyone struggles with SOMETHING in life. It's rather like the (zen) sound of one tree clapping - if you didn't know you were doing worse, how would you know that you are doing better? You have to have at least one reference point in your life in order to judge how far you have come.

I can see the error of my ways, forget I said anything and just do whatever you guys want to do. I don't think either of you are bad guys, just that your personalities really don't mesh together well. I guess I don't actually EXPECT a response from this pastor either - just the act of doing SOMETHING POSITIVE with what I've been through will be reward enough. Why is everyone always so angry? Life be short and sometimes hard. Can't people just be happy for themselves when they succeed and sincerely happy for each other?

MLK was smart to always try to push forward with optimism. He knew that Jesus was being more than altruistic when he said, "Love your neighbor as yourself," I WANT my neighbor to be happy, I want to celebrate in my neighbor's success. If my neighbor ISN'T happy, well bad things can start to happen. My neighbor might be too poor and have to resort to stealing, my neighbor might be too angry and decide to pull out a gun.. People maybe think that helping your neighbor is "socialism" but in reality as long as they are willing to work hard, helping your neighbor is in your own best interest as well.

People used to talk to their neighbors, but it would seem that now some of them would rather talk to the government instead.