Do Necons pray for Timmothy McVeigh's soul  since he was a Con?
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I've always been horrified that the American Public only talks about Muslim Terrorists and completely denies that there are Christian Terrorists...\n\nWhen you ask, "What about Christian Terrorists?"  The immediately say..."There isn't one!  Name one then!"  I can name several...\n\nTimothy McVeigh, Uni Bomber...Really there's a long list but i haven't had my coffee!  :)
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Yeah, always wondered that myself. Just what could one do to warrent ETERNAL suffering? Forever and ever.\n\nEven if such a god existed, who in their right minds would follow him? Those that follow such a god without even evidence that he exists must be especially foolish...
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i think overall, No.\nhave i ever pondered this same question, i have.\ni think for some, they so want to see the good in others, that they fail to remember  that the enemy is alive and well, and working hard.  he's got some very ungodly tricks up his sleeve. he's ruthless and ugly, and im sure its not beyond him to deliver false prophets, and why shouldnt he, he's satan.\n\nWhat we need to focus on is who God is. We know He isnt a liar, or a fake. He does not manipulate or push. When we focus on Him and cover ourselves in the blood, we are protected. Period. and we can accept that, because that is Gods promise.\nWe can pray for and are given "DISCERNMENT". Period.\nif you have doubts or questions they can all be found and answered in the word of God, the Bible.
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Hi bellbree,\n\n I was walking to the corner market for a loaf of bread when I had to pass by a neighborhood church. I was somewhat acquainted with the structure as it was always mentioned in the newspaper's community section. Known as "The loft," folks would gather there on Thursday evenings for poetry readings. \nHowever, this day happened to be a Saturday afternoon and a pair of gentlemen greeted me as I walked by. They invited me inside to sample an hour of their presentation. Ok, I went inside and found myself to be a prospective new recruit for their brand of religion. \n\nMost of the pews were filled with hooded monks chanting a haunting rhythm. There were others who like me, were wearing their regular denims. The service began like most other church-goers would be familiar with. A grand master of ceremonies led the group through some songs and gave a sermon. Near the end of the hour it was time for their ritual of "laying on of the hands." Some of the parishioners would come forward and ask for prayers for their ailments or for a sick grand mum who fell down in the tub. All the hooded dudes whose faces could not readily be seen would all place a hand on the person and their combined energies were presumed to have a strength and expedite a solution to the problem. \n\nOK now, there was another new guy in the pews who was watching eagerly. I recognized Mark W. Reinhold from the wanted poster at the post office. When he saw a chance, he approached the ring of conspirators and described how he was never able to settle down. The hooded goons closed in upon him, all to make a physical connection. The master of ceremonies began a prayer, a dogmatic mix of logic and pure hocus-pocus. I immediately saw the effects as the tension went out of Mark's body. When the beseeching was near an end, the master asked, "Are the brothers ready?" \n\nA suspenseful few moments passed until he almost shouted, "NOW!" \n\nOn that cue, the brothers began to pummel their hapless victim. Continually delivering blows over head and to the solar plexus until Mark was down on the floor getting stomped. After another minute, the grand Pooh-Bah decided the treatment administered was sufficient to induce a relaxing calm that would assuage the nervousness in Mark for a long, long time. \n\nI can't say for certain that Mark W. Reinhold was apprehended and locked up because, I had a loaf of bread to buy and some other errands to do that day. I hope for you bellbree, that you find a sense of closure to this bad episode of life. \n\n-Bryce
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Yes! As a Navy verteran, I was a speaker at the Atheists in Foxholes rally last year in Washington DC. Please check out the link for details. You can see some pics of me speaking at the National Press Club, taken by Timothy Dicks.
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Bob Mason was a god goalie for his time in Chicago.\nLOL!!!!!!!!!!!!I know this isnt what you meant.I would think none.Hockey players (although sometimes superstious)are not cult members and in general dont join cults.
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Hi Stan,\nI met the theRoomate once, a few weekends ago. I was walking to the corner market for a loaf of bread when I had to pass by a neighborhood church. I was somewhat acquainted with the structure as it was always mentioned in the newspaper's community section. Known as "The loft," folks would gather there on Thursday evenings for poetry readings.\nHowever, this day happened to be a Saturday afternoon and a pair of gentlemen greeted me as I walked by. They invited me inside to sample an hour of their presentation. Ok, I went inside and found myself to be a prospective new recruit for their brand of religion.\n\nMost of the pews were filled with hooded monks chanting a haunting rhythm. There were others who like me, were wearing their regular denims. The service began like most others that church-goers would be familiar with. A grand master of ceremonies led the group through some songs and gave a sermon. Near the end of the hour it was time for their ritual of "laying on of the hands." Some of the parishioners would come forward and ask for prayers for their ailments or for a sick grand mum who fell down in the tub. All the hooded dudes whose faces could not readily be seen would all place a hand on the person and their combined energies were presumed to have a strength and expedite a solution to the problem.\n\nOK now, there was another new guy in the pews who was watching eagerly. I recognized theRoomate from a wanted poster viewed earlier at the post office. When he saw a chance, he approached the ring of conspirators and described how he was always moving around and never able to settle down. The hooded goons closed in upon him, all to make a physical connection. The master of ceremonies began a prayer, a dogmatic mix of logic and pure hocus-pocus. I immediately saw the effects of the procedure as the tension went out of theRoomate's body. When the beseeching was near an end, the master asked, "Are the brothers ready?"\n\nA suspenseful few moments passed until he almost shouted, "NOW!"\n\nOn that cue, the brothers began to pummel their hapless victim. Continually delivering blows over head and to the solar plexus until theRoomate was down on the floor getting stomped. After another minute, the grand Pooh-Bah decided the treatment administered was sufficient to induce a relaxing calm that would assuage the nervousness of theRoomate for a long, long time.\n\nI can't say for certain if theRoomate got the comeuppance he deserved as I had a loaf of bread to buy and some other errands to do that day. I hope for you Stan, that you do find a sense of closure to this difficult episode of life.\n\n-Zealnik
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When I posted something about this earlier, I was met with .... what do you think?\n\n"Oh gosh, that's terrible!  I'll pray for him"\nor\n"I'm so embarrased.  I'm anxious to find out more about this.  What a hypocrite if it's true."\n\nhahahaha!\n\nNo!  I was met with "Hmmm!  Funny this should come out before the election!"  and "Atheists have gay sex too"
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I definitely wouldn't run to the first guy claiming he was the reincarnation of Him. I've heard  that the anti-Christ will come and people will be fooled into worshiping him. I like to think I would KNOW the difference.
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Hi Michael,\nI don't know if a phone number will be of any use any more.\nI met the Laray D. Taite once, a few weekends ago. I was walking to the corner market for a loaf of bread when I had to pass by a neighborhood church. I was somewhat acquainted with the structure as it was always mentioned in the newspaper's community section. Known as "The loft," folks would gather there on Thursday evenings for poetry readings. \nHowever, this day happened to be a Saturday afternoon and a pair of gentlemen greeted me as I walked by. They invited me inside to sample an hour of their presentation. Ok, I went inside and found myself to be a prospective new recruit for their brand of religion. \n\nMost of the pews were filled with hooded monks chanting a haunting rhythm. There were others who like me, were wearing their regular denims. The service began like most others that church-goers would be familiar with. A grand master of ceremonies led the group through some songs and gave a sermon. Near the end of the hour it was time for their ritual of "laying on of the hands." Some of the parishioners would come forward and ask for prayers for their ailments or for a sick grand mum who fell down in the tub. All the hooded dudes whose faces could not readily be seen would all place a hand on the person and their combined energies were presumed to have a strength and expedite a solution to the problem. \n\nOK now, there was another new guy in the pews who was watching eagerly. I recognized Laray D. Taite from a wanted poster viewed earlier at the post office. When he saw a chance, he approached the ring of conspirators and described how he was always moving around and never able to settle down. The hooded goons closed in upon him, all to make a physical connection. The master of ceremonies began a prayer, a dogmatic mix of logic and pure hocus-pocus. I immediately saw the effects of the procedure as the tension went out of Laray D. Taite's body. When the beseeching was near an end, the master asked, "Are the brothers ready?" \n\nA suspenseful few moments passed until he almost shouted, "NOW!" \n\nOn that cue, the brothers began to pummel their hapless victim. Continually delivering blows over head and to the solar plexus until Laray D. Taite was down on the floor getting stomped. After another minute, the grand Pooh-Bah decided the treatment administered was sufficient to induce a relaxing calm that would assuage the nervousness of Laray D. Taite for a long, long time. \n\nI can't say for certain if Laray D. Taite got the comeuppance he deserved as I had a loaf of bread to buy and some other errands to do that day. I hope for you Michael, that you do find a sense of closure to this difficult episode of life. \n\n-Kobb
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Hi Howard,\nI met the DuaneClark once, a few weekends ago. I was walking to the corner market for a loaf of bread when I had to pass by a neighborhood church. I was somewhat acquainted with the structure as it was always mentioned in the newspaper's community section. Known as "The loft," folks would gather there on Thursday evenings for poetry readings.\nHowever, this day happened to be a Saturday afternoon and a pair of gentlemen greeted me as I walked by. They invited me inside to sample an hour of their presentation. Ok, I went inside and found myself to be a prospective new recruit for their brand of religion.\n\nMost of the pews were filled with hooded monks chanting a haunting rhythm. There were others who like me, were wearing their regular denims. The service began like most others that church-goers would be familiar with. A grand master of ceremonies led the group through some songs and gave a sermon. Near the end of the hour it was time for their ritual of "laying on of the hands." Some of the parishioners would come forward and ask for prayers for their ailments or for a sick grand mum who fell down in the tub. All the hooded dudes whose faces could not readily be seen would all place a hand on the person and their combined energies were presumed to have a strength and expedite a solution to the problem.\n\nOK now, there was another new guy in the pews who was watching eagerly. I recognized DuaneClark from a wanted poster viewed earlier at the post office. When he saw a chance, he approached the ring of conspirators and described how he was always moving around and never able to settle down. The hooded goons closed in upon him, all to make a physical connection. The master of ceremonies began a prayer, a dogmatic mix of logic and pure hocus-pocus. I immediately saw the effects of the procedure as the tension went out of DuaneClark's body. When the beseeching was near an end, the master asked, "Are the brothers ready?"\n\nA suspenseful few moments passed until he almost shouted, "NOW!"\n\nOn that cue, the brothers began to pummel their hapless victim. Continually delivering blows over head and to the solar plexus until DuaneClark was down on the floor getting stomped. After another minute, the grand Pooh-Bah decided the treatment administered was sufficient to induce a relaxing calm that would assuage the nervousness of DuaneClark for a long, long time.\n\nI can't say for certain if DuaneClark got the comeuppance he deserved as I had a loaf of bread to buy and some other errands to do that day. I hope for you Howard, that you do find a sense of closure to this difficult episode of life.\n\n-Ryan
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To those that write in that the Kennedy clan IS the curse for the american people.  I say Get a Life!\n\nTed Kennedy keeps getting voted in by his constituents.\nThat means THEY like him.  Nobody else matters.\nJust the same as bush was reelected.  I think he is an illiterate hillbilly and not worthy to stand next to Mt. Rushmore, let alone the praise I have seen posted by some neo-con who hasn't voted in more than 2 elections.\n\nIn reply to your question, I have read on it, and believe that yes there is a curse.\n\nIt goes back to a trial and conviction of a witch, and a curse at the burning.  \nI have also read of a first hand report of someone who was at Pres. Kennedy's funeral.  There was evidence of the Kennedy's coming to claim one of their own.\n\nIf pres bush wishes to be counted as a real president, he should emulate President Kennedy!
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I am a believer!! I got saved about a year ago.  I attend a Pentecostal Church and we are in revial this week.  It is amazing.  I have seen people healed and Tuesday night there was a young girl that had demon of pride in her & they casted it out!!\nI also believe in speaking in toung and rebuking the devil.\nThanks for the question..\n\nThe guy running the revial this week in named Ray Praff from Tennennsee -- He knows the word of God and acts under dircetion from him.
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Come join the cult!!!\nhttp://groups.yahoo.com/group/AnswerholicsAnonymous/\nMaybe Rev Trask will join too?
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I very much doubt it.\n\nMy own suspicion is that God's mightily PO'd with George.  He hasn't made very good witness by his actions.
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God, use me so that Michael des Barres will become a Christian.\nEven though I have never met him;don't let him go to hell.
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No, the real Rev Trask is alive an well.  One can see the Trasky with the most points is the one here for awhile.  I guess they allow the Trask impersonators because its amusing, and adds some comic relief to Y! Answers.  I think its funny.