The Demise of VF & Doug Phillips is a Tool - Part 5

[nokidsmom]

And like the walls of Jericho, it all comes tumbling down........

The dominoes keep on falling....

Wow, I am still in some disbelief over all fast this is happening.

[debrand]

We have to get this on Broadway! It could rival Kinky Boots or Wicked.

There has to be a song on the joys of alliteration and flowery language. Drat, I wish that I had the talent of Thoughtful and Twin2'. I just know that a melodramatic song about Peter and Doug' failed relationship.

[Peas n carrots]

The dominoes keep on falling....

Wow, I am still in some disbelief over all fast this is happening.

It was a house of cards. Nothing can stand long term when there are cracks in the foundation.

Oh, and here here to Doug sliding down between the interns legs LOL. Really, theater suits him much better than being a "theologian."

[twin2]

We have to get this on Broadway! It could rival Kinky Boots or Wicked.

There has to be a song on the joys of alliteration and flowery language. Drat, I wish that I had the talent of Thoughtful and Twin2'. I just know that a melodramatic song about Peter and Doug' failed relationship.

I'm thinking that when Peter comes to terms with it all, he needs a song ala 'You oughta know' by alana morrisette, to let Dougie now how he really feels.

Think I have just figured out what to do on my 3hour plane ride later today.

[NotALoserLikeYou]

What, there will be no manly killing of a polar bear this year?

[DarkAnts]

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What, there will be no manly killing of a polar bear this year?

No, but there will be a calendar to commemorate the last hazderous journey.

[pomegranate82]

Given there seems to be so much poetic/dramatical talent on this board/thread I thought I'd ask if anyone is familiar with Holy Willie's Prayer by the poet and song-writer Robert Burns? It's really the only other time in my life I've heard anything much about Calvinism. It's a satire about a hypocritical Calvinistic Minister who condemns others for sins he is committing or has committed himself. It's in Scots (dialect) and I studied it at school but can't remember what it all means. Think you can get the gist from reading it though?! Anyone with more talent than I do fancy writing Holy Dougie's Prayer for our amusement?

[pomegranate82]

Should maybe actually post the poem!

O Thou, that in the heavens does dwell,

As it pleases best Thysel',

Sends aen to Heaven an' ten to Hell,

For Thy glory,

And no for onie guid or ill

They've done afore Thee!

I bless and praise Thy matchless might,

When thousands Thou hast left in night,

That I am here afore Thy sight,

For gifts an' grace

A burning and a shining light

To a' this place.

What was I, or my generation,

That I should get sic exaltation?

I wha deserv'd most just damnation

For broken laws,

Six thousand years 'ere my creation,

Thro' Adam's cause.

When from my mither's womb I fell,

Thou might hae plung'd me deep in hell,

To gnash my gums, and weep and wail,

In burnin lakes,

Where damned devils roar and yell,

Chain'd to their stakes.

Yet I am here a chosen sample,

To show thy grace is great and ample;

I'm here a pillar o' Thy temple,

Strong as a rock,

A guide, a buckler, and example,

To a' Thy flock.

O Lord, Thou kens what zeal I bear,

When drinkers drink, an' swearers swear,

An' singing here, an' dancin there,

Wi' great and sma';

For I am keepit by Thy fear

Free frae them a'.

But yet, O Lord! confess I must,

At times I'm fash'd wi' fleshly lust:

An' sometimes, too, in worldly trust,

Vile self gets in;

But Thou remembers we are dust,

Defil'd wi' sin.

O Lord! yestreen, Thou kens, wi' Meg

Thy pardon I sincerely beg;

O may't ne'er be a livin' plague

To my dishonour,

An' I'll ne'er lift a lawless leg

Again upon her.

Besides, I farther maun avow,

Wi' Leezie's lass, three times I trow -

But Lord, that Friday I was fou,

When I cam near her;

Or else, Thou kens, Thy servant true

Wad never steer her.

Maybe Thou lets this fleshly thorn

Buffet Thy servant e'en and morn,

Lest he owre proud and high shou'd turn,

That he's sae gifted:

If sae, Thy han' maun e'en be borne,

Until Thou lift it.

Lord, bless Thy chosen in this place,

For here Thou has a chosen race!

But God confound there stuborn face,

An' blast their name,

Wha brings Thy elders to disgrace

An' open shame.

Lord, mind Gaw'n Hamilton's deserts;

He drinks, an' swears, an' plays at cartes,

Yet has sae mony takin arts,

Wi' great an' sma',

Frae God's ain priest the people's hearts

He steals awa'.

And when we chasten'd him therefore,

Thou kens how he bred sic a splore,

And set the world in a roar

O' laughing at us;

Curse Thou his basket and his store,

Kail an' potatoes.

Lord, hear my earnest cry and pray'r,

Against that Presbyt'ry o' Ayr;

Thy strong right hand, Lord mak it bare

Upo' their heads;

Lord visit them, an' dinna spare,

For their misdeeds.

O Lord my God! that glib-tongu'd Aitken,

My vera heart an' flesh are quakin,

To think how we stood sweatin, shakin,

An' pish'd wi' dread,

While he, wi' hingin lip an' snakin,

Held up his head.

Lord, in Thy day o' vengeance try him,

Lord, visit them wha did employ him,

And pass not in Thy mercy by them,

Nor hear their pray'r,

But for Thy people's sake destroy them,

An' dinna spare.

But, Lord, remember me an' mine

Wi' mercies temporal and divine,

That I for grace an' gear may shine,

Excell'd by nane,

And a' the glory shall be Thine,

Amen, Amen!

[Palimpsest]

The demise of the Hazardous Journey Society reminds me - I found a definite link between the Burden to Burundi and VF/HJS a while ago. Who knew that John Shrader was VF!

facebook.com/john.shrader.125#!/HazardousJourneysTeamZambia

I was particularly struck by this bare-faced piece of dishonest grifting from the HJ Team whilst they were in Zambia.

Hazardous Journeys Team Zambia

August 23.

Even though we have launched our trip, donations are still welcome as we are having to deal with many unexpected expenses. Go to [xxx].teamzambia.com

The link goes straight to the Shrader/Rea fundraising site although both were back in the US in August and the HJ team did not specify what the unexpected expenses were. Odd.

John Shrader hasn't commented on the Fall of the Tool yet, AFAIK.

[WonderingInWA]

I want one of our board-certified re-lyricists to rewrite the lyrics to Frank Sinatra's "New York, New York" as the highlight to our upcoming water folly musical.

Thoughtful, Palimpsest, anyone? Here are the original lyrics to give you a jump start:

[Hane]

Should maybe actually post the poem!

O Thou, that in the heavens does dwell,

As it pleases best Thysel',

Sends aen to Heaven an' ten to Hell,

For Thy glory,

And no for onie guid or ill

They've done afore Thee!

I bless and praise Thy matchless might,

When thousands Thou hast left in night,

That I am here afore Thy sight,

For gifts an' grace

A burning and a shining light

To a' this place.

What was I, or my generation,

That I should get sic exaltation?

I wha deserv'd most just damnation

For broken laws,

Six thousand years 'ere my creation,

Thro' Adam's cause.

When from my mither's womb I fell,

Thou might hae plung'd me deep in hell,

To gnash my gums, and weep and wail,

In burnin lakes,

Where damned devils roar and yell,

Chain'd to their stakes.

Yet I am here a chosen sample,

To show thy grace is great and ample;

I'm here a pillar o' Thy temple,

Strong as a rock,

A guide, a buckler, and example,

To a' Thy flock.

O Lord, Thou kens what zeal I bear,

When drinkers drink, an' swearers swear,

An' singing here, an' dancin there,

Wi' great and sma';

For I am keepit by Thy fear

Free frae them a'.

But yet, O Lord! confess I must,

At times I'm fash'd wi' fleshly lust:

An' sometimes, too, in worldly trust,

Vile self gets in;

But Thou remembers we are dust,

Defil'd wi' sin.

O Lord! yestreen, Thou kens, wi' Meg

Thy pardon I sincerely beg;

O may't ne'er be a livin' plague

To my dishonour,

An' I'll ne'er lift a lawless leg

Again upon her.

Besides, I farther maun avow,

Wi' Leezie's lass, three times I trow -

But Lord, that Friday I was fou,

When I cam near her;

Or else, Thou kens, Thy servant true

Wad never steer her.

Maybe Thou lets this fleshly thorn

Buffet Thy servant e'en and morn,

Lest he owre proud and high shou'd turn,

That he's sae gifted:

If sae, Thy han' maun e'en be borne,

Until Thou lift it.

Lord, bless Thy chosen in this place,

For here Thou has a chosen race!

But God confound there stuborn face,

An' blast their name,

Wha brings Thy elders to disgrace

An' open shame.

Lord, mind Gaw'n Hamilton's deserts;

He drinks, an' swears, an' plays at cartes,

Yet has sae mony takin arts,

Wi' great an' sma',

Frae God's ain priest the people's hearts

He steals awa'.

And when we chasten'd him therefore,

Thou kens how he bred sic a splore,

And set the world in a roar

O' laughing at us;

Curse Thou his basket and his store,

Kail an' potatoes.

Lord, hear my earnest cry and pray'r,

Against that Presbyt'ry o' Ayr;

Thy strong right hand, Lord mak it bare

Upo' their heads;

Lord visit them, an' dinna spare,

For their misdeeds.

O Lord my God! that glib-tongu'd Aitken,

My vera heart an' flesh are quakin,

To think how we stood sweatin, shakin,

An' pish'd wi' dread,

While he, wi' hingin lip an' snakin,

Held up his head.

Lord, in Thy day o' vengeance try him,

Lord, visit them wha did employ him,

And pass not in Thy mercy by them,

Nor hear their pray'r,

But for Thy people's sake destroy them,

An' dinna spare.

But, Lord, remember me an' mine

Wi' mercies temporal and divine,

That I for grace an' gear may shine,

Excell'd by nane,

And a' the glory shall be Thine,

Amen, Amen!

Holy crap. That has the same rhyme scheme as that florid poem one of our pet fundies wrote in honor of the fourth birthday of his son, who purportedly loved Shakespeare, Milton, and Lee, or some such nonsense.

[snowgirl]

Hello,

I have been following this thread here, and over there at the Jensgems page. . . and a couple other articles online.

The most amazing part to me is how LONG that Mr. Phillips carried on with his "affairs" and that he was able to pull that off. It is hard to act every day, right?

The other amazing. . .yet saddening part is that when you read the comments over there, they are saying things like Catholic people worship witchcraft, and this church is wrong because of xyz, and this other church is wrong because of abc, . . .and it all comes down to that there seem to be many of the mindset, that what they have in their mind is the absolute only way to fly. That any other code is false, wrong, and if it is not exactly how they worship God, then it is fraudulent.

. . .and they just keep arguing about how each of them is right.

Every one here on this forum has shades of differences, but I do really like how most people are open to listening and saying, ok, that could be valid. . . or. . .no that's not for me, but ok, . . .I just like how that is here.

Happy New Year to you. Sorry this post isn't more focused. My thoughts were rambling a bit.

[debrand]

Lord, mind Gaw'n Hamilton's deserts;

He drinks, an' swears, an' plays at cartes,

Yet has sae mony takin arts,

Wi' great an' sma',

Frae God's ain priest the people's hearts

He steals awa'.

And when we chasten'd him therefore,

Thou kens how he bred sic a splore,

And set the world in a roar

O' laughing at us;

Curse Thou his basket and his store,

Kail an' potatoes.

I was reading through the poem and laughed at the idea of the pastor(Dougie) and a group of his men getting openly laughed at for telling someone not to play cards and then Doug asking god to curse the man. Is Kail the word for kill?

The discussion about Doug the Tool has taken us from his possible shenanigans with a Nanny, southern cooking, Broadway plays and poetry. This is officially the most diverse thread we have ever had.

[DomWackTroll]

I want one of our board-certified re-lyricists to rewrite the lyrics to Frank Sinatra's "New York, New York" as the highlight to our upcoming water folly musical.

Thoughtful, Palimpsest, anyone? Here are the original lyrics to give you a jump start:

Start spreadin' the news

I'm leavin' VF

Let Perry do his part of it

New Dork, New Dork

These fancy-boy shoes

Were longing to stray

But God redeemed my heart of it

New Dork, New Dork

I want to wake up

In a doctrine that never sleeps

To find I'm still an Elect

Fleecing my sheep

These San Antone blues

Are melting away

I'll make a brand new start of it

An old New Dork!

Aaaaaaand... If Brown can MAKE it now

I'm gonna make it ANYhow

Come on, romp through, New Dork, New Dork!

[WonderingInWA]

I was reading through the poem and laughed at the idea of the pastor(Dougie) and a group of his men getting openly laughed at for telling someone not to play cards and then Doug asking god to curse the man. Is Kail the word for kill?

The discussion about Doug the Tool has taken us from his possible shenanigans with a Nanny, southern cooking, Broadway plays and poetry. This is officially the most diverse thread we have ever had.

But with the delightful common denominator that DOUG PHILLIPS IS A TOOL !!!!eleventy!!!!

[WonderingInWA]

Start spreadin' the news

I'm leavin' VF

Let Perry do his part of it

New Dork, New Dork

These fancy-boy shoes

Were longing to stray

But God redeemed my heart of it

New Dork, New Dork

I want to wake up

In a doctrine that never sleeps

To find I'm still an Elect

Fleecing my sheep

These San Antone blues

Are melting away

I'll make a brand new start of it

An old New Dork!

Aaaaaaand... If Brown can MAKE it now

I'm gonna make it ANYhow

Come on, romp through, New Dork, New Dork!

O.M.G. Excellent work, DWT. LOLOLOLOLOL! Now, if I can find those darned tap shoes of mine to get ready for the Shuffle Off To Buffalo From S'Antonio number...

[debrand]

Start spreadin' the news

I'm leavin' VF

Let Perry do his part of it

New Dork, New Dork

These fancy-boy shoes

Were longing to stray

But God redeemed my heart of it

New Dork, New Dork

I want to wake up

In a doctrine that never sleeps

To find I'm still an Elect

Fleecing my sheep

These San Antone blues

Are melting away

I'll make a brand new start of it

An old New Dork!

Aaaaaaand... If Brown can MAKE it now

I'm gonna make it ANYhow

Come on, romp through, New Dork, New Dork!

:worship:

[gustava]

The demise of the Hazardous Journey Society reminds me - I found a definite link between the Burden to Burundi and VF/HJS a while ago. Who knew that John Shrader was VF!

facebook.com/john.shrader.125#!/HazardousJourneysTeamZambia

I was particularly struck by this bare-faced piece of dishonest grifting from the HJ Team whilst they were in Zambia.

The link goes straight to the Shrader/Rea fundraising site although both were back in the US in August and the HJ team did not specify what the unexpected expenses were. Odd.

John Shrader hasn't commented on the Fall of the Tool yet, AFAIK.

I think we noted/discussed this on the Shrader post, and did conclude it to be odd. I just can't bear to read back through the thread to locate the section. I am not a good person.

[pomegranate82]

I was reading through the poem and laughed at the idea of the pastor(Dougie) and a group of his men getting openly laughed at for telling someone not to play cards and then Doug asking god to curse the man. Is Kail the word for kill?

The discussion about Doug the Tool has taken us from his possible shenanigans with a Nanny, southern cooking, Broadway plays and poetry. This is officially the most diverse thread we have ever had.

I think Kail is probably just Kale - the vegetable that I'm imagining poor people ate with potatoes! Less interesting but also less sinister than "kill"!

[Palimpsest]

I think we noted/discussed this on the Shrader post, and did conclude it to be odd. I just can't bear to read back through the thread to locate the section. I am not a good person.

You are quite right. I did quote it and post the link back on the old Burden to Burundi thread. Shrader has been really boring recently so it is probably not necessary to revive that thread until he actually gets to Zambia. I'm not holding my breath on that.

Oh, wait! He did do one interesting thing. He changed his FB status to "lives in Kafue" in November! John is such a little liar because they are still in the USA and I don't think he has ever been in Kafue.

[theologygeek]

I lost track somewhere in Part 1. Did anyone find out who the jezebel homewrecker is yet?

[thoughtful]

Start spreadin' the news

I'm leavin' VF

Let Perry do his part of it

New Dork, New Dork

These fancy-boy shoes

Were longing to stray

But God redeemed my heart of it

New Dork, New Dork

I want to wake up

In a doctrine that never sleeps

To find I'm still an Elect

Fleecing my sheep

These San Antone blues

Are melting away

I'll make a brand new start of it

An old New Dork!

Aaaaaaand... If Brown can MAKE it now

I'm gonna make it ANYhow

Come on, romp through, New Dork, New Dork!

:clap: :lol: :worship:

[pomegranate82]

I lost track somewhere in Part 1. Did anyone find out who the jezebel homewrecker is yet?

Jen's Gem's have the information that will supposedly take you right to the poor girl. If rumours are to be believed she was very young when it all started and has even been described as a non-jezebel type by some hardline patriarchalists (is that a term?).

[theologygeek]

Jen's Gem's have the information that will supposedly take you right to the poor girl. If rumours are to be believed she was very young when it all started and has even been described as a non-jezebel type by some hardline patriarchalists (is that a term?).

How young? Against the law young? Was it the nanny?

[yewnique]

It looks like the Hazadorus Journey Society webpage is gone.

The SAICFF webpage is also gone.

However, Jonathan Park is still up.