Saturday, May 25, 2013

End Times Prophecy Report: Bible Prophecy Site Now Open


End Times Prophecy Report, a new WordPress site, is now up and running.

The site features headlines, news and commentary as it pertains to the times in which we live.  According to the site’s editor, Jeremiah Jameson, it will also focus on:

“End Times Bible Prophecy and News, End Times Deception, Societal Collapse, Apostasy, False Teachers, Mass Hysteria, Demonic Attacks, War, Rumors of War, Famine, Pestilence, Salvation through Jesus Christ, Earthquakes, UFOs, Earth Changes, False Christs, All Roads Lead to Rome, New World Order, Conspiracies, and GMO Frankenfood.”

“We plan to emphasize news and commentary as it pertains to Biblical prophecy and the times we are living in.”

The site’s plans are to update daily and to add writers as they grow.

“We’re in the middle of putting everything in order, what everyone will be writing about and even the entire list of topics we plan on covering,” Jameson offered.  “Check back often to see what we’re up to!’

This writer will be an occasional contributor to End Times Prophecy Report.

Any writer interested in contributing can contact James at jeremiahjames2014@wordpress.com.

Friday, March 7, 2008

DBKP New Site Now Up and Running



Our new site, Death By 1000 Papercuts.com is now up and running.

We will still continue to maintain all of our Blogger sites, like this one--at least for the foreseeable future.

And we've got some new software coming. Some of it has already arrived, actually.

Check it out.

by Mondoreb

DBKP.com

Sunday, December 2, 2007

Luscious P UNDERCOVER:
Part Seven
Sockpuppets!






NEWLIFE PART 6

Luscious P continues her tour through the NewLife Site, where millions build virtual people, have virtual lives and conduct virtual affairs.




They seemed like the nicest cops in the world. “Sure,” I said. I followed the two cops through the dancing crowd. I felt sooooo good as if I could dance my way to the cop station. Someone grabbed my arm. It was the missing Godfrey.


“Watch out,” he said then he disappeared back into the crowd.

The cop shop was just a hop, skip and a jump from the club. The sea of nightlife avatars parted for us as the two escorted me down the brightly lit sidewalk.

Inside the station it was quiet as if the walls muted all sound. We went down a subtly lit hallway and then into a neat looking chrome and smoky glass room.

“Have a seat,” the woman cop gestured across the sleek dark table. Her partner had disappeared; it was just the two of us. I sat down and crossed my legs. She was incredibly buff, I wondered if she had a six-pack under her black NewLife uniform.

“Nice rack,” she said as her partner walked into the room. When he sat down I could see my reflection in his mirror sunglasses. He looked down at the PDA he had in his hand.

“It says you’re new here at NewLife.” He looked up and stared at me. “You are “new” aren’t you?”

I shook my head. “New?”

“First timer,” the woman cop said. “By the way, I’m Officer Harry and this is Sergeant Dick.”

“Harry and Dick, got it,” I said. “Why did you ask if I were new?”

Dick gave me a cool look. “You’ve never registered at NewLife under a different nic?”

“No I haven’t,” I said, thinking, this was getting kinda weird. I looked at Dick, “what makes you think I’ve been here before?”

“You have that “sockpuppet” look to you.”

“Sockpuppet? What the heck is a sockpuppet?”

“It’s someone who comes here and registers under a different nic after they’ve been banned.”

I shook my head. “Banned? What’s banned?” I didn’t recall hearing the term, banned, at Orientation or reading about it in the cyber-brochure.

They glanced at each other. “NewLife,” Officer Harry said, “has a policy of banning members who fall under certain criteria of behaviors unacceptable to the community.”

“What kind of “unacceptable” behaviors?” I was intrigued.

Sergeant Dick folded a pair of muscular forearms across his chest and looked at me. I wished I could see his cyber-eyes under the mirrored glasses.

“Unacceptable behaviors are behaviors NewLife finds unacceptable.”

“Oh yeah?” Man, that clarified it. Not.

“Unacceptable behavior has been classified as behaviors which are deemed to be immoral, unethical, or illegal,” Officer Harry said.

“I see.” I was now curious about those who had been “banned”. “How many have banned from NewLife?”

Dick shook his head. “That’s classified info.”

“Well,” I said, “is banning, permanent?”

“Once a member is banned they are no longer welcome at NewLife,” Harry said.

“Are these “sockpuppets” members who were banned?”


“Yep,” Dick said. “The bastards were banned but keep finding ways to slip back in.”

I looked at Harry. “What happens if you find out someone has been previously banned? You just “ban” them again?”

“That’s about all we can do,” Harry said.

Dick shook his head. “You just keep kicking their sorry asses out. They’re pretty wily. New permanent email addresses, stolen credit cards, or if they’re desperate, they’ll steal someone’s identity and slink back in.”

The door opened and a good-looking man entered the room. Everyone, it seemed, in NewLife was very attractive to the point were they had all begun to seem “average.”

He looked at Dick and Harry. “Our Iggy Pop was a sockpuppet.”

“Yeah,” Dick said. “So why am I not surprised?”

“Not just any sockpuppet,” Dick. He was a HalfLifer.”

“That bastard!” Dick said. “They’re infiltrating us, big time.”

“Halflife?” I’d never heard of that online community.

“Interview’s over,” Dick said as he stood up and nodded at Harry. “You’re free to go.

Saturday, November 24, 2007

Luscious P Undercover:
Part 6 - Iggy Pop is Dead, Baby


NEWLIFE PART VI

Luscious P continues her tour through the NewLife Site, where millions build virtual people, have virtual lives and conduct virtual affairs.

Iggy Pop Is Dead, Baby



I was shaking my cute little bootie when an avatar dressed like Iggy Pop bounced into me then bounced into me again. It was after the fourth time that I took a better look at him.

I reached up with my hands and when he crashed into me I pushed back, politely of course. He fell to the floor and thrashed around then lay still. The strobe lights played over us and the other avatars kept up their performance art dancing as I kneeled down beside him.

His eyes were closed and he lay very still. I wasn’t quite sure what to do. Avatars didn’t have a pulse so it would have been silly to feel for one. I looked up for Godfrey but he had disappeared.

The music suddenly stopped and the avatars ground to a halt. As if en masse they all turned and stared at me and the now rigid Iggy Pop look-alike sprawled across the cyberdance floor.



“Good God!” An avatar that looked like Cindy Crawford screamed. “He’s dead!”



I looked down at the “dead” Iggy Pop avatar. He looked so peaceful. A tall dark handsome avatar slipped his digital arm around me.



“He looks so peaceful,” he said as he looked down at the “dead” Iggy.



“Ah, he looks happy,” said the now calm Cindy Crawford clone. She smiled at the other avatars. The music, a “chill” tune started back up. “Come here,” she said to me, “and hug me, baby.”


It seemed like such the right thing to do. I hugged her angular curves while other avatars began to once again dance around the room. “He’s dead, baby,” she said. “Isn’t that cool?”



It is kinda cool, I thought to myself while that pesky voice in the back of my head whispered: “come on, it’s the Simulated X talking.”

I shook my head. “But he looks so peaceful, so happy,” I told my pesky brain voice. “And dead as a doorknob,” my conscience reminded me.



The crowd parted like a wave as the NewLife cops arrived on the scene.


“What do we have here?” said the cop with the model looks. He looked at me. “You know this guy?” He pointed at the Dead Iggy lying prone on the club floor.


I shook my head. His partner, a very buff woman, walked around the deceased while she spoke into a small headset. “Subject is a Iggy Pop Avatar.” She squatted down next to him then put some sort of cursor on him. His body began to fade then completely disappear. “He’s deleted,” she said into her headset then she stood back up. “You know this Iggy?”


I shook my head. “This is the first I saw him.”



The male cop smiled at me. “You’ll need to come with us.”



“Why?”



“We’ll need to get a statement.”


They seemed like the nicest cops in the world. “Sure,” I said. I followed the two cops through the dancing crowd. I felt sooooo good as if I could dance my way to the cop station. Someone grabbed my arm. It was the missing Godfrey.


“Watch out,” he said then he disappeared back into the crowd.


Part One

Part Deaux

Part III

Part IV

Part 5:

Simulated X

Thursday, November 8, 2007

Luscious P UNDERCOVER Part 5:


NEWLIFE PART V

Luscious P continues her tour through the NewLife Site, where millions build virtual people, have virtual lives and conduct virtual affairs.



Stimulated X




I noticed how Godfrey’s avatar had begun to look quite a bit more alluring. In fact, the words that came out his mouth seemed all the sudden, fascinating.



“Simulated X? As in simulated ecstasy?”



“You got it, baby,” he said. “Let’s dance.” He sidled up and put his arm around my waist.



“There’s no music,” I said.



“Who needs music,” he said, “when we can make our own.”



I begin to feel good. Really good and I suddenly felt like dancing. “Let’s go back into the club.”



“No, no,” Godfrey said, “I know an even better place to get down.”



I looked at his flat avatar face, his angles looked incredibly devilishly handsome. How did I miss this about him earlier? “Sure,” I said. “Lead the way.”



He smiled. “Follow me, Amelie, follow me.”



“Okay,” I said. I laughed. “I feel like a butterfly without the sting of a bee.”



We went through a beaded lights curtain into a room where avatars danced and spun around. The pull to join them was overwhelming.



“Feel good?” Godfrey said.



“I do, I do!” I said. “Amazingly so.”



“It’s the Simulated X.”



I looked at him. “How do they do that? Make us feel like we’ve done X?”

He giggled. “It’s a secret but since I like you, I really, really like you, I’ll tell you.”

My heart warmed to him. What a lovely guy, I thought, but in the back of my mind a tiny voice spoke up. It’s the X talking… I shook my head. Be quiet,” I told the irritating voice, this is too much fun! I smiled at him. “What are we waiting for? Let’s dance!”

“Yes! Let’s dance,” He did the short version of the Paso Doble. “It’s in the rhythm, Amelie, feel the rhythm.”


We spun and danced around with the other avatars. It was some new-fashioned love-in even when someone bumped into me or stomped on my toes. Evidently good dancing skills didn’t translate onto cyberworld.


I was shaking my cute little bootie when an avatar dressed like Iggy Pop bounced into me then bounced into me again. It was after the fourth time that I took a better look at him.


I reached up with my hands and when he crashed into me I pushed back, politely of course. He fell to the floor and thrashed around then lay still.


The strobe lights played over us and the other avatars kept up their performance art dancing as I kneeled down beside him. His eyes were closed and he lay very still. I wasn’t quite sure what to do. Avatars didn’t have a pulse so it would have been silly to feel for one. I looked up for Godfrey but he had disappeared.


The music suddenly stopped and the avatars ground to a halt. As if en masse they all turned and stared at me and the now rigid Iggy Pop look-alike sprawled across the cyberdance floor.


“Good God!” An avatar that looked like Cindy Crawford screamed. “He’s dead!”


Part One

Part Deaux

Part III

Part IV

Monday, October 22, 2007

LUSCIOUS P Undercover:

Part IV


NEWLIFE PART IV

Luscious P continues her tour through the NewLife Site, where millions build virtual people, have virtual lives and conduct virtual affairs.



The room was huge… the size of a football field, bathed in luminescent strobe lights and packed with avatars gyrating to the thump, thump, thump of the techno groove music.



“Godfrey,” I shouted at him, “this is what you wanted to show me? I can go to clubs like this any day of the week.”



“No, no,” he said, “just follow me.”



We weaved our way through the crowd. I felt a few digital tweaks on my butt and a couple of the avatars called out to me. We made our way to the opening of a long corridor lit with footlights then followed it past a series of doors. The noise of the techno club faded behind us. He stopped at a door that was black, shiny, and smooth like marble. He placed the palm of his hand against a small panel by the side of the door. A muted beep then Godfrey turned to me. “After you.”



I looked at the door. “Once it’s open?”



He laughed. “Touch it.”



I looked at him. “I don’t think we’ve known each that long, Godfrey, for me to touch it.”



“The door, Amelie.” He nodded towards it.



I reached out to touch the smooth shiny door, my hand slipped through it. I looked back at Godfrey. “Cool.”



“Yeah,” he said. “After you.”



“Okay.” I felt a slight pull on my pixels as I stepped through the door.



It took a few moments for my eyes to adjust to the ambient light of the room and the fact that there were neither discernable corners nor visible ceiling. I turned and looked back at Godfrey. “Where are we?”



“It’s the Simulated X room,” he said.


I noticed how his avatar had begun to look quite a bit more handsome. In fact, the words that came out his mouth seemed fascinating all the sudden.



“Simulated X? As in simulated ecstasy?”



“You got it, baby,” he said. “I feel like dancing.” He sidled up and put his arm around my waist.



“There’s no music,” I said.

“Who needs music,” he said, “when we can make our own.”


Part One


Part Deaux


Part III

Friday, October 5, 2007

Luscious P UNDERCOVER

NewLife Part III


NEWLIFE PART III

Luscious P continues her tour through the NewLife Site, where millions build virtual people, have virtual lives and conduct virtual affairs.



It was fun chitchatting with my two new pals but I realized it was time to scope out more of NewLife and sitting on my cute little butt wasn’t going to cut it.


“It’s time for me to scoot,” I said to Ronnie and Godfrey.



“Why?” Godfrey said. “You just got here.”



“Hmm,” I said, “I know, but I have places to go, things to see. Can’t do that sitting in here no matter how delightful the company.”

“Oh, isn’t she sweet, Godfrey,” Ronnie said. She gave me another one of her chilly smiles.

“I have an idea,” Godfrey said. “Let me show you around, Amelie.”

“Godfrey can show you quite a few things,” Ronnie said as she pulled another long tip filtered cigarette from its pack.

I looked at Ronnie. “Like his plumber’s snake?”

“Come one, Amelie,” Godfrey said, “let me show you around NewLife City. It’s a happenin place!”



“Well, since you put it that way, sure.” Might as well, I thought. I could grill him at the same time; find out what the attraction was to submerse oneself in a new cyber-identity on a fake world cyber site.




The neon lights and glittery signs of various clubs lit our way as we strolled down the street.

“So are you really a woman?” Godfrey said.

“Are you really a man?” I said.



“I’m a man,” he said, “and I hope you’re a woman.”
“I am,” I said as two very good-looking women strolled by. In fact, most everyone was attractive.



“What would you like to do?” Godfrey said.



“Well,” I said, “this part of NewLife reminds me of the Vegas Strip, a very clean Vegas Strip.”



“Yeah,” he said, “I know what you mean.”



“Are there any places in NewLife where one can go, you know, to have a bit more fun?”



He stopped and looked at me. “You mean, fun fun?”



I looked at him. “Ahunh, fun fun. That kind of fun.” I hoped he would take me to parts of NewLife that were in the shadows, below the radar, so to speak.



“How much fun did you want?” He said.



I smiled at him. “As much as I can take.”

He smiled. “You don’t beat about the bush, do you?”



I shook my head. “No, I prefer to cut right to the chase.”



“Where we’re going it isn’t PG rated. Are you sure you’re up for it?”

“Do I have to sign a disclaimer that I’m over twenty one?”



“I just wanted to make sure,” he said, “that you know what you’re getting yourself into.”



“How would I know,” I said, “if I hadn’t done it yet?”

“Good point,” he said.



“Don’t worry,” I said, “I can take care of myself.”


“For some strange reason I believe you,” he said. “Ready?”



I smiled. “Ready.”



NEXT WEEK: Luscious P continues her report from NewLife


Part One


Part Deaux

Luscious P UNDERCOVER

Part Deaux


NEWLIFE PART DEAUX


Luscious P continues her tour through the NewLife Site, where millions build virtual people, have virtual lives and conduct virtual affairs.


I swirled the mixture of melted ice and the dregs of whiskey in my highball glass. A new couple dressed in 1940’s getups did the foxtrot out on the dance floor, a tiny little chick glued to a tall man.



“So tell me, Amelie,” Godfrey said, “what made you decide to come here to NewLife?” His manner was very relaxed with his digitized legs crossed while he sipped on a Cosmopolitan. Ronnie sat across from us, lighting up another long tipped cigarette.

I shrugged my shoulders, which wasn’t as easy as it used to be with the heavier breasts. “I heard about it and thought, what the heck, why not go check it out. It sounded like fun.”


“Oh it’s fun all right,” Ronnie said. “It’s so much fun to some it’s addictive.”

“It’s so much fun it should be against the law,” Godfrey said. “At least in forty nine states, Google, and Yahoo.”



“Why did you decide to join NewLife, Godfrey?” I said.


He looked at me. “Do you want the “spin” or the unvarnished truth?”



“Surprise me,” I said.



“Godfrey’s the kind of person who needs mental stimulation,” Ronnie said.



Godfrey laughed. “And what about you, Ronnie? Why do you continue to haunt NewLife?”



Haunt was an apt description. She had a hint of vampire about her. She took a drag off her cigarette and then let the smoke drift back out of her lips. “I suppose I’m at a place like NewLife because essentially the real world is so… excruciatingly boring. You can change your avatar whenever you feel like it whereas in real life you actually have to work at it.”



“What do you mean, work at it?” I said.



“Think about it,” she said to me, “you can come here and voila, with a few strokes on a keyboard and a some plastic cash you can be whatever you want, look however you want. Erase those wrinkles, extra pounds, bald palates, big noses, or flat chests. You can pretend you’re single, another gender, or a Senator. You can go from a plumber in real life to a prince from a foreign country like Godfrey.”


Godfrey laughed.



I looked at him. “So you’re Roto Rooter by day and Italian prince by night?”

“Well, yes, I am,” he said, “but I try not to bring into the conversation unless it’s relevant.”

“Do you keep your crown in your pocket?” I said.


Ronnie smiled at me. “Godfrey’s rather unassuming for a man who speaks seven foreign languages and has several degrees from rather impressive institutions of higher learning.”



“And carries his own pipe wrench, plumber’s snake, and royal edicts?” I said.



“Appearances can be deceiving Amelie,” Ronnie said. “I mean, how do we know you’re really a woman? Maybe you’re some big fat hairy guy who always wanted to pretend to be a sexy woman?”



I shook my head in wonder. She was right! I could be anyone or anything but then again, so could Godfrey and Ronnie. Just thinking about it made my head spin and a sudden craving for a fresh whiskey on the rocks.



“How about another sugar?” I nearly jumped out of my skin. It was the waitress. What was she, psychic?


“Sure,” I said. “One more for the road.”


“Hello Doll!” A tall man with a pencil thin mustache and zoot suit showed up at our table. He reached out his hand towards me. “Name’s Rube and I’m into boobs, big beautiful boobs that is.” We shook hands while I made a mental note to find the restroom as soon as possible. “What size are those puppies?” he said with a leer. “You like poles?”



“Poles?”



Ronnie snickered and Godfrey laughed.

“Pssst, Amelie,” Godfrey said, “as in pole dancing.”



“Oh, I see.” I said to Godfrey. I looked up at Rube. “No thanks, I’m not into poles.”



“Well, baby,” he said as he pulled a card from his front suit jacket pocket, “If you change your mind here’s where you can reach me.”



I took the card from his long fingers, a diamond flashed from the pinky ring on his left hand. The card read “Rubes Beautiful Boobs A Go Go.” I laid it on the table. I couldn’t wait to find the restroom and wash my hands.



“Beat it, Rube,” Ronnie said.

“Aw shucks, Ronnie, you just want Amelie all to your selves.” He looked at me, “Listen good looking, if I was you I’d watch out for these two. Appearances can be decevin.”


He was right about that. “Thanks Rube, I’ll remember that.”

He smiled at us. “Then I’ll scoot.”

“You do that, Rube,” Ronnie said. “Scoot!”

He bowed slightly to her, “Yes, Ma am!” Then he strode away into the clouds of blue smoke.


“A lot of nerve that Rube has,” Ronnie said. “Thinks he can smooze whomever and wherever.” She took another drag off her cigarette as a rather non-descript woman walked over from the bar and sat down at the table next to us.

“Another Blander,” Godfrey said.



“Blander?” I said. He was right. She was rather bland. Her clothes were straight off the Liberal Librarian rack, Birkenstocks, grey jumper over a matching turtleneck.

“Blanders are either too cheap, too broke, or want to blend in,” Ronnie said.



“Oh yes?” I said. I knew that in order to upgrade your avatar you had to “purchase” such “perks” as my 34DDD boob job.



“They might just be here to observe, Ronnie,” Godfrey said.



“Being purposely bland on purpose,” I said as I wiped some of the sweat off my glass with my finger.



“That’s right,” Godfrey said.



“Or too cheap or not enough money to shop at CyberGalleria for a makeover,” Ronnie said.



“She’s probably writing some sort of thesis on cyber lives,” Godfrey said.



I smiled in my drink. “Or doing the Ugly Duckling, you know, love me for my intelligence, not for my looks?” I said. I laughed. “Why don’t we just ask her instead of sitting here speculating all night?”


“You might be on to something, Amelie,” Godfrey said. He looked over at the Blander woman, “Miss, would you care to join us?”

She looked back at us. “Mind your own business A-Hole.”

“Well!” Ronnie said as we all started to laugh.


NEXT WEEK: Luscious P continues her report from NewLife


Part One










Citations:Tail Rank.com

Friday, September 28, 2007

--continued

The Medthodist and the Caterpillar

by Little Baby Ginn

--continued from Interfaithfast.org
Why:

This war must end!
We must end the shattering of Iraqi and American lives by offering American generosity and support ? but not control ? for international and nongovernmental efforts to assist Iraqis in making peace and rebuilding their country, while swiftly and safely bringing home all American troops.

Just as Isaiah called the People Israel to hear the Yom Kippur fast as God’s call to feed the hungry, just as Jesus fasted in the wilderness, just as Christians through Lenten fasting and Muslims through Ramadan fasting have focused on spiritual transformation, just as Mohandas Gandhi, Cesar Chavez and others drew on fasting to change the course of history, so we call on all our communities of faith to draw now on fasting as a path toward inner spiritual transformation and outward social transformation.

American culture, society, and policy are addicted to violence at home and overseas. In our time, the hope of a decent future is endangered by an unnecessary, morally abhorrent, and disastrous war.

Ending this war can become the first step toward a policy that embodies a deeper, broader sense of generosity and community at home and in the world.

“CALL TO FAST"

Religious leaders from several traditions invite you to join with millions of other Americans participating in interfaith events in your local community on October 7 and 8th, for the breaking of bread, fasting, and breaking our fast together as we covenant together to live out the deepest calling in each of our traditions - the desire for justice and for peace for all people.”

I noted on the Interfaithfast site the presence of Dr. Sayyid M. Sneed of the Islamic Society Of North America and his open letter to Islamic leaders regarding the upcoming “Interfaith Fast.”

A Call to the Islamic Leaders

Dear Islamic Leader:

Assalamu Alaykum,

Once again the month of Ramadan, the month of fasting is coming with all the blessings and favors from Allah Almighty. Particularly, around Oct 8, we will be looking for the Night of Power that opens the doors of Allah’s mercy, forgiveness and spiritual enhancement, praying during that one night is equal to praying for a thousand months.
From Call to Islamic leaders
It didn't take much digging to discover Daniel Pipes has more info on Dr. Sayyid M. Syeed:

Secretary General - Dr. Sayyid M. Syeed - On ISNA's support [providing booth space at its annual conventions and fundraising activities] of the faux Islamic charity the Holy Land Foundation, now under Federal indictment - "We have helped in the past to establish these charities and relief organizations...They are not legally part of us."

Previous to his association with ISNA, Syeed was the Director of Academic Outreach for the International Institute of Islamic Thought [IIIT], an Islamist think tank in Herndon Virginia. The IIIT has been raided as part of Federal terrorism investigations, at least once in regards to the prosecution of Sami Al-Arian [Al-Arian is currently on trial in Florida for establishing a funding network for the terrorist group, Palestinian Islamic Jihad] whom ISNA and Syeed have defended.

During the time Syeed was at IIIT they made contributions to Sami Al-Arian's Quranic Literacy Institute. Of those contributions Syeed now says - "It was a surprise for me, a shock for me."
PipelineNews
Back to the United Methodist Board:
Word From Winkler
Out Now!
by Jim Winkler


The 3000th U.S. soldier has died in Iraq. What a terrible tragedy! Hundreds of thousands of Iraqis1 have also died in this needless war. No one responsible for initiating the illegal invasion of Iraq has been held accountable in a court of law for this turn of events.

Saddam Hussein has been hanged. Most of the civilized world laments his execution because, like The United Methodist Church, they have long ago concluded the death penalty is morally wrong. (Read more on the Church's view .) I believe a significant reason why the United States wanted Saddam dead is because, as Iraq spins ever further out of control, it feared somehow Iraqis would begin to demand the tyrant be returned to power. No matter how badly George Bush has bungled the invasion and conquest of Iraq, having Saddam back in charge would have been the mother of all disasters for the United States.
Winkler
After perusing the United Methodist site I wondered who is Jim Winkler as he had written most of the articles. Turns out Jim is the General Secretary of the Board and also a Methodist pastor. Jim’s been fairly busy. May 23, 2006)--The United Methodist Church's chief social-issues spokesman, the Rev. Jim Winkler, says Congress should impeach President Bush "to advance the kingdom of God."
Winkler proposed that during the annual "Ecumenical Advocacy Days," attended by delegates from his church and other denominations, most of them members of the National Council of Churches.

In his view, "there was nothing Christian" in President Bush's response to the 9/11 attacks.

The Methodist church's official Social Principles declare, "War is incompatible with the teachings and example of Christ," and reject war "as an instrument of national foreign policy."
More on Winkler
The Methodists are appalled that the Caterpillar Company is selling bulldozers to Israel. So shocked they are washing their hands of them. But the Methodists see nothing wrong with the declared terrorist at HAMAS, it's fund-raising arm at the indicted Holy Land Foundation and apologist buddy, Sayyid M. Syeed.

A strange case indeed.


Back to FRONT PAGE
From the Front Page:
If a Liberal tells you that the “Christians” support Bush you might want to point out the position of the United Methodists. The third largest religious body in America their membership is 7.9 million. They are anti-Israel, pro-Palestinian, anti-Bush, anti-Iraq War and have a relationship with the Islamic Society Of North America.
According to this release the United Methodist Lobby will be voting next April on whether to divest their 5 million dollars of Caterpillar, Inc. stock because Caterpillar sells bulldozers to Israel and that this action facilitates “Israel’s destruction of Palestinian property.” More here.
Over at the United Methodist’s General Board And Society Site was a notice for an “Interfaith Fast To End The War In Iraq, October 8, 2007.”

Who is this Interfaithfast.org? Below is an excerpt from their site. Curiously it is rather poorly written and also seems to be anti-Iraq war. From their website:
We call on all Americans to join in fasting from dawn to dusk on Monday, October 8, to call for an end to the Iraq War. On this day, people of faith in local communities across our nation will act as catalysts to transform the meaning of the day from one of conquest to community and from violence to reverence.
Why: This war must end!
Interfast info

Sunday, September 23, 2007

Dan Rather $70M Suit:
THE ORIGINAL DOCUMENT

COMPLAINT:Supreme Court
Of The State Of New York

by Little Baby Ginn & Mondoreb
[The following is link to a copy of the original complaint filed by Dan Rather in his $70 million lawsuit against CBS Corporation, Viacom, Inc., Leslie Moonves, Sumner Redstone, Andrew Heyward]

Copy of Original Court Complaint

NOTE: It's in Adobe Reader format. Document can be downloaded from site]

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