Love Letter to WestJet Employees
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B.S. US abbr. Bullshit.
baby bullets euph.See baby gravy.
baby gravy euph. Semen; smegma. Also baby boullion.
baby's arm n. (~holding an apple). Descriptive of a substantial penis, ie 10 inches long with a bend in the middle. Sometimes covered in jam.
Baccus Marsh n. A dobber. From the spongy area halfway between Ballerat and Melbourne (qv).
back one out v. The act of reverse parking your breakfast, usually involving much looking over the shoulder, sweating and grunting.
bacon bazooka euph. Penis; pork sword; the pink oboe (qv)
bacon strips n. Female external genitalia, presumably with the word 'DANISH' printed on in blue ink; a ragman's coat (qv).
badger loose euph. An R.A.F. issue air biscuit. "'I say, Ginger' cautioned Biggles. 'I think number two engine is on fire.' 'No, that's me,' confessed Algie. 'I've just let a badger loose.'" (from 'Biggles Folllows Through' by Capt. W.E. Johns).
bag ladies' period n. Superlative of foul tasting.
baibhe (bye-b) Gaelic n. A rough old slapper; a boot (qv).
bairn brine n. baby gravy.
baking one v. The act of not going for a shit when you really ought to.
bald man in a boat euph. Vagina; hairy pie (qv).
Ballerat Aus. n. A fully erect penis. As in "How are you gettin' on Bruce?" "Bleedin' marvellous Sheila. I'm nearly at Ballerat". See also Lake Wendouree.
ball buster n. Sexually aggressive female; cock chomper.
bally heck exclmn. arch. Wartime form of 'bloody hell' when swearing was rationed. Strong expletives were reserved for soldiers on the front line.
bang v. To have sex; to shag. e.g. 'We were banging, like a shite house (qv) door in the wind". n. A sexual encounter; a shag.
banjo n. On the penis, that thin ridge of skin connecting the polo neck to the bobby's helmet (qv).
bannocks interj. Scotch equivalent of bollocks. n. Jockspeak for knackers; plums (qv).
banty n. One who nods at stoats.
baps (baaah-ps) n. Ireland Breasts. e.g. "Phoaar! Will yer just look at the baps on that?'
barber's pole n. Result of parting the whiskers (qv) while the painters are in.
Barclays rhym. slang A wank; five knuckle shuffle; hand shandy (qv). Barclays bank - wank.
barf v. To vomit; puke; bowk.
bargain bucket n. An overemployed and over-stretched fanny.
barge-arse n. A woman of rotund posterior aspect.
bark at the ants v. to yoff (qv). See stripey laugh.
barker's egg n. Poodle shit. A dog turd so old it has gone white.
barking spider n. Ringpiece; anus; chocolate starfish (qv).
Barnes Wallace n. The type of turd released from the bomb bay that sends a splash of water onto your undercarriage.
barse n. The perineum; that little bit between your balls and your arse.
bash-the-bishop euph. To masturbate; toss; bank with Barclays (qv).
bazookas n. A pair of big tits; whoppers.
beaded curtain n. A luxuriant crop of tagnuts.
bean flicker n. Lesbian.
beard n. A woman married to a gay man in order to conceal his homosexuality. As in: "Do you reckon that Sophie's a beard then, or what?" See also whiff of lavender, frock.
bear trappers hat sim. Hairy front bottom. As in "She had a fanny like a bear trapper's hat". Also Davy Crockett's hat.
bearded clam Aus. attr. Barry Humphries Vagina; fanny.
beast with two backs n. A strange grunting animal with 2 heads and 4 legs, commonly found in bus shelters after midnight.
beat-the-meat euph.To avail oneself of a ham shank, perform the five-knuckle-shuffle (qv).
beaver cleaver n. Male weapon used in axe wounds.
Becksfart n. Brand-specific lager hangover flatulence. Has an aroma a bit like egg mayonaisse.
bed flute n. Musical variation on the pink oboe (qv).
beef bayonet euph. Penis; cock, pork sword; love torpedo.
beef box n. A container into which sausages are put.
beef curtains euph. Labia.
beer scooter n. Miraculous method of transport employed when leaving the pub after drinking large amounts of beer. So called due to the 'lost time' affect when returning home seemingly in no time and at incredible velocity.
beetle bonnet euph. Female pubic mound, esp. shaven. From the popular VW car.
B.S. US abbr. Bullshit.
baby bullets euph.See baby gravy.
baby gravy euph. Semen; smegma. Also baby boullion.
baby's arm n. (~holding an apple). Descriptive of a substantial penis, ie 10 inches long with a bend in the middle. Sometimes covered in jam.
Baccus Marsh n. A dobber. From the spongy area halfway between Ballerat and Melbourne (qv).
back one out v. The act of reverse parking your breakfast, usually involving much looking over the shoulder, sweating and grunting.
bacon bazooka euph. Penis; pork sword; the pink oboe (qv)
bacon strips n. Female external genitalia, presumably with the word 'DANISH' printed on in blue ink; a ragman's coat (qv).
badger loose euph. An R.A.F. issue air biscuit. "'I say, Ginger' cautioned Biggles. 'I think number two engine is on fire.' 'No, that's me,' confessed Algie. 'I've just let a badger loose.'" (from 'Biggles Folllows Through' by Capt. W.E. Johns).
bag ladies' period n. Superlative of foul tasting.
baibhe (bye-b) Gaelic n. A rough old slapper; a boot (qv).
bairn brine n. baby gravy.
baking one v. The act of not going for a shit when you really ought to.
bald man in a boat euph. Vagina; hairy pie (qv).
Ballerat Aus. n. A fully erect penis. As in "How are you gettin' on Bruce?" "Bleedin' marvellous Sheila. I'm nearly at Ballerat". See also Lake Wendouree.
ball buster n. Sexually aggressive female; cock chomper.
bally heck exclmn. arch. Wartime form of 'bloody hell' when swearing was rationed. Strong expletives were reserved for soldiers on the front line.
bang v. To have sex; to shag. e.g. 'We were banging, like a shite house (qv) door in the wind". n. A sexual encounter; a shag.
banjo n. On the penis, that thin ridge of skin connecting the polo neck to the bobby's helmet (qv).
bannocks interj. Scotch equivalent of bollocks. n. Jockspeak for knackers; plums (qv).
banty n. One who nods at stoats.
baps (baaah-ps) n. Ireland Breasts. e.g. "Phoaar! Will yer just look at the baps on that?'
barber's pole n. Result of parting the whiskers (qv) while the painters are in.
Barclays rhym. slang A wank; five knuckle shuffle; hand shandy (qv). Barclays bank - wank.
barf v. To vomit; puke; bowk.
bargain bucket n. An overemployed and over-stretched fanny.
barge-arse n. A woman of rotund posterior aspect.
bark at the ants v. to yoff (qv). See stripey laugh.
barker's egg n. Poodle shit. A dog turd so old it has gone white.
barking spider n. Ringpiece; anus; chocolate starfish (qv).
Barnes Wallace n. The type of turd released from the bomb bay that sends a splash of water onto your undercarriage.
barse n. The perineum; that little bit between your balls and your arse.
bash-the-bishop euph. To masturbate; toss; bank with Barclays (qv).
bazookas n. A pair of big tits; whoppers.
beaded curtain n. A luxuriant crop of tagnuts.
bean flicker n. Lesbian.
beard n. A woman married to a gay man in order to conceal his homosexuality. As in: "Do you reckon that Sophie's a beard then, or what?" See also whiff of lavender, frock.
bear trappers hat sim. Hairy front bottom. As in "She had a fanny like a bear trapper's hat". Also Davy Crockett's hat.
bearded clam Aus. attr. Barry Humphries Vagina; fanny.
beast with two backs n. A strange grunting animal with 2 heads and 4 legs, commonly found in bus shelters after midnight.
beat-the-meat euph.To avail oneself of a ham shank, perform the five-knuckle-shuffle (qv).
beaver cleaver n. Male weapon used in axe wounds.
Becksfart n. Brand-specific lager hangover flatulence. Has an aroma a bit like egg mayonaisse.
bed flute n. Musical variation on the pink oboe (qv).
beef bayonet euph. Penis; cock, pork sword; love torpedo.
beef box n. A container into which sausages are put.
beef curtains euph. Labia.
beer scooter n. Miraculous method of transport employed when leaving the pub after drinking large amounts of beer. So called due to the 'lost time' affect when returning home seemingly in no time and at incredible velocity.
beetle bonnet euph. Female pubic mound, esp. shaven. From the popular VW car.
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Re: Love Letter to WestJet Employees
Onomatopoeia: May be said of a dog that is not house trained.
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Re: Love Letter to WestJet Employees
GeezJastapilot wrote:I love how they're all so 'super intelligent', yet can't spell. *snicker*
Besides it brings me down to your notch. My lazy typing habits look childish and silly to you. Makes it kinda hard to take me seriously. I know.. I could get all rigid and shit and correct it... but bahh...
Thing is, bad typing or not, you still know wtf Im saying. The point gets across.
As silly as my typing looks, thats how some peoples reasoning on here looks to me.
I am not super intelligent. Freemen do not claim supriority over another. Unfortunatley,
it seems you people do think in temporal terms of "pecking orders" and " us and them" and "pont a leads to point b and follow the bouncy ball".
I understand how you may feel insulted. thats not my intent. Most of you are reasonable, however distorted your thinking is, you are not stupid.(most) but there is no sin against being stupid, just as there is no special prize for being smart. I am what I am.
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Re: Love Letter to WestJet Employees
20 pages!!
Awesome!
Awesome!
Hhhmmm, is this thing on?
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Re: Love Letter to WestJet Employees
i gotta say, following this thread... and reading the posts of where ever the other thread came from (the road trip stories) is awesome!
I mean, pot-smoking argumentative wackos on a cross country semi-homeless roadtrip beggin' from door to door to "get the message out" , as told by a former "professional comedian" because he was denied boarding by an airline for not having the req'd ID because he's railing against the "system" because he is fighting for his "child" from a spurned lover................ WHO WRITES THIS STUFF!:
Im turning off the bachelorette and tuning in! keep it coming!
either that or its back to scientology studies! lol!
I mean, pot-smoking argumentative wackos on a cross country semi-homeless roadtrip beggin' from door to door to "get the message out" , as told by a former "professional comedian" because he was denied boarding by an airline for not having the req'd ID because he's railing against the "system" because he is fighting for his "child" from a spurned lover................ WHO WRITES THIS STUFF!:
Im turning off the bachelorette and tuning in! keep it coming!
either that or its back to scientology studies! lol!
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Re: Love Letter to WestJet Employees
Well alright RSW, here's your morning fix:
http://www.worldfreemansociety.org/foru ... 2&start=10
http://www.worldfreemansociety.org/foru ... 2&start=10
An Apology and Promise
by Robert Menard » Wed Jul 08, 2009 5:28 pm
I have apparently both offended and disappointed the wonderful people here who hosted the Bancroft event, as some of my jokes were not as tasteful or compassionate as people expected, and I did not bring my A game. I am sorry if I harmed and have taken the rebuke received to heart and am crafting a new and better show with slides and lighter humour and more focus on the law and it will be more like Bursting Bubbles and The Magnificent Deception and will include a Q&A period afterward.
The disappointment I sensed in Charles Jakeman and Aisha was heartbreaking, as they are incredible people who I felt blessed to meet and if I did not express my appreciation as well as I should have I am sorry for that as well. They are very kind and gracious and gentle souls and if they are unhappy I must accept that I need to change my ways and bring more then I did on this occasion.
I will seek to publish an apology in the local paper, and will offer another show when it is available for free and donations collected will be given back to their community, likely the food bank.
Thank you for the lesson.
Rob
good luck too all...i bid you farwell, hope to see you
by intrepid » Wed Jul 08, 2009 4:21 am
well Rob Menard is above the law i guess...it is settled he can spend your money on as much beer as he wants. and doesn't have to answer for any wrongdoings he has done...it doesn't warrant a court hearing they have told me. I'm glad I didn't pay yet. I bid you all farewell and good luck in your endeavors. Look for me on you tube..aboisjoli...i'll be posting a movie about Robert Menard, warning people, hope it doesn't hurt the society too much, but i have to tell people the truth about him.intrepid
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Or, if you're really, really bored, watch this 9 minute video showing Rob in action in Bancroft this past weekend. (Note his nice, new, leisure suit!!): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0FePJovb ... re=relatedRe: An Apology and Promise
by iwanttobeafreeman » Wed Jul 08, 2009 9:20 pm
Rob, please!... don't be pissed at me but just listen. If one man says there is a problem, forget it. If two, consider. If three, start looking for tracks. I hate writting on the darn computer because it is so impersonal!!!!!.... Bro, you have the right spirit. You birthed many of us!.. that includes me but please just sit back and listen to what people are saying. You might be saying to yourself, "who the flipp is this guy?, Im such and such, so on and so on" but please know that I care...Im troubled deeply but I care!... You need support and support will at times punch you right in the face... Thats there job!... I have much more thinking on this topic but for the most part its personal and I don't want weaker people to fall or struggle because of this... Bro, please just stop defending yourself... i was going to PM you about this but as a front . this needs to be said!... All know life is tough!... But we as a team by falling and standing must be able to listen to the hard stuff. I hate hearing hard stuff about me.. Really.. I don't like it. But believe me i care. So do others that are pissed... ... Rightly so... Please just relax and go home for a bit, be with friends and family.... go slow and rethink and get your mind in order. I have much more to express but not here. In fact I may never post or PM again but know that I care. It pains me to see this happen... I wish I could be more open but i don't want to destroy the wall but merley want to experess that the wall needs to be repaired... A change of mind and a silent mouth, slow to speak and trust that you can get through this by others that are really there to help...
I will leave this site on this note. My writting is poor but Im telling you that all that know me, know I care... I may be slow to get it done but I GET IT DONE... I am Blair Michael Paul of the Fedoruk Family and I am a Free Man on the Land. I try to walk this. I wish no ill to you and its to bad that we couldn't be closer because you need a little of me in you life!.. As I needed you, you need others and unless you just stop and listen it could be all over... Please don't feel the need to respond nor anyone else. IMO, the work that needs to be done here is a heart issue and know that I care...We care!.. The Fedoruk Family cares!!!!!!!!!
Sorry about the spelling, I really try but I find it hard!...
All that read this know and understand that when people have to work together there are problem, that is the fall of man!...Thank Adam for that!!!!!
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Re: Love Letter to WestJet Employees
I nominate JD for AVCanada poster of the year for his work on this thread.
Rob is like a piece of performance art that keeps on giving.
Rob is like a piece of performance art that keeps on giving.
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Re: Love Letter to WestJet Employees
Awww, shucks
Well, here you go then:
Well, here you go then:
KnowingOne wrote:
What about the $1,200 in donations the community of Bancroft gave you? Are you returning (any of) that to them?
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by Robert Menard » Wed Jul 08, 2009 8:43 pm
KnowingOne wrote:
What about the $1,200 in donations the community of Bancroft gave you? Are you returning (any of) that to them?
It was only $550, as in that figure ($1200) there were two packages so that is minus $400, and there was $250 which Massimo gave for membership dues in the WFS.
This leaves $550.
I am giving 15% to Aisha and Charles for setting it up, as that is a standard in the industry.
That leaves $465.
If I subtract the cost to me to get out here, and the costs of living while out here, and the cost of the food I bought for the BBQ, and the bill I picked up for a group at TO's, I have maybe $50 left.
If putting on a free show and raising money for their food bank is not sufficient,what would you suggest I do?
Do you think I owe the community $1200 even though over half of that was from package sales and membership dues? How do they claim any right to that portion?
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This is priceless and should be moved to the general forum so more people can read it. 
The hardest thing about flying is knowing when to say no
After over a half a century of flying no one ever died because of my decision not to fly.
After over a half a century of flying no one ever died because of my decision not to fly.
Re: Love Letter to WestJet Employees
Hey Cat, have they taken you up on your offer to help them find their valley yet?
Cheers,
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No not yet.Hey Cat, have they taken you up on your offer to help them find their valley yet?
However the Husky is now on the amphibs and ready to go, and having been kicked out of Canada by my own government after a lifetime of working by the rules I am all set to work outside of the rules.
When the freeman people really get to know me they will respect me for my loss of respect for government and hopefully will hire me to find their valley and pay me under the table so to speak.
My new business is called C.C.C.U. ( Chucks Chisel Charters Unincorporated. )
If they want someone with new ideas I'm their man.
P.S. :
I have lots of experience flying under the radar in Africa so that will bode well for my new venture here.
The hardest thing about flying is knowing when to say no
After over a half a century of flying no one ever died because of my decision not to fly.
After over a half a century of flying no one ever died because of my decision not to fly.
Re: Love Letter to WestJet Employees
Anyone else find it ironic that you have to pay membership dues to be part of the "freeman of the land" society?
Re: Love Letter to WestJet Employees
double-j wrote:Anyone else find it ironic that you have to pay membership dues to be part of the "freeman of the land" society?
You mean a "contribution which is not voluntary"?
............to support the activities of the Society???
Sounds like a "tax" to me.
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Hey, isn't that like the Westjet employee share purchase plan?Icebound wrote:double-j wrote:Anyone else find it ironic that you have to pay membership dues to be part of the "freeman of the land" society?
You mean a "contribution which is not voluntary"?
............to support the activities of the Society???
Sounds like a "tax" to me.
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Re: Love Letter to WestJet Employees
From the freeman forum:
Re: Road Tripping Too
by XXX » Sun Jul 12, 2009 12:20 pm
i would be careful about letting Rob Menard know any personal details about you...here are his true colors in an e-mail he sent to me.
Hey.
From: rob menard. (freemanmenard@gmail.com)Sent: July 5, 2009 9:54:15 AM
To: dredd_1@hotmail.com
Why don't you grow up, call Wade and see if he wants you to keep the car for the next two weeks or if he wants you to return it and pay for the cleaning. That will be $100 per day of rental or there about. Your post was deleted and will continue to be deleted because it is a slanderous personal attack and aimed at causing division. It is unacceptable.
Police have a report about you, as does National Rental, they KNOW you have been smoking in it and will be dinging you hard for it. Your 'garden' is now known to certain parties and some people are going to be having a little chat with you.If you ever want to cross my path, feel free to do so, you are a punk and I have gone through tougher then you to get to a fight. They were not emotionally stunted at 14 years of age either.
Rob
i knew he was a complete looser...never figured him as a RAT though.
andrewnpaterson wrote:Whatever personal faults Rob may have are nothing compared with the value and importance of his contributions to humanity.
so is this one of those good examples of Rob's contributions to humanity?
for a guy who advocates "not to complain" he sure is doing allot of complaint forms....how about how he advocates to "travel without license or registration"...lol...he has to get someone with those things to drive him...or how about how he advocates "peaceful negotiations" before conflict...is this an example of that theory?
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by XXX » Sun Jul 12, 2009 12:20 pm
Removed for breach of membership agreement.
Continued inflammatory posting will result in removal of account.
nice the truth is now inflammatory...XXX
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Re: Love Letter to WestJet Employees
As to why Rob behaves in such a boorish way, he was trained as a soldier. Thus, he suffers the cognitive impairments required for the maintenance of hierarchy.
You will note that in his materials there is not a wit of anti-hierarchicalism; there is merely the suggestion that the hierarchy ought to be headed by those who are able to read/become members of his society/etc.
So, when one is commenting on/dealing with Rob, remember that he is presumptively an idiot from birth, as he joined up with the army. "We will teach you how to murder so that the peace may be preserved!" The same sorts of people also sell oceanfront property in Montana; and, verily, a customer is born every minute.
A military hierarchy cannot be justified except by ostracization of those who do not accept the hierarchy. This happens extra-militarily (or, really, paramilitarily, as militarism infects nearly every aspect of the modern world) by way of statements such as "They were not emotionally stunted at 14 years of age either." The clear implication of that statement is a hierarchical system of organization, such that 14 year olds have less emotional devlopment/growth/whatever other sounds are used to signify lack of individuality and subsumption into the collective. Of course, the Smiling = Happy, Crying = Sad collective has fewer firearms by which to enforce its insanity than the military proper; they are still, of course, just as stupid.
That being said, even if there are some off notes, a bit of the spirit is there. For example, the dues for his society are far too high; the excuse is he wants to purchase toys. The force of a document does not come from the stock of paper on which it is printed. But this is quibbling over price; dues of some sort to a Society are necessary as a mark of revenue. Now, in my view asking for currency is incredibly vulgar; why not demand that joiners write a sonnet in proper form and deposit that in the Free Poets Society's Membership Register? Shakespeare's sonnets are worth far more than any heap of moth-eaten gold, no?
Note Rob's focus on "growing up." This is a tactic used by those who have strong opinions but who lack the lexical sophistication to argue for those opinions. Arguing in words is difficult; insulting people, the subtext being "do what I demand and I might pretend you are a-dolt, until I need to manipulate you again, whereupon I shall again call you childish," is much easier and often warrants the same results, especially as through public education/media/familial inculturation the average bear is filled with lots of little insult-oriented control levers. And as a trained operator/manipulator by force we cannot really blame Rob for making use of these levers; after all, they do work, in the same way that the methods of the Inquisition worked for extracting confessions. That does not, however, make the confessions true nor does it make the process by which they are obtained ethical.
Please continue to archive materials related to Rob Menard in this thread---all of the forums in which he has some administrative role/friendlyness with the administrators have bad habits of deleting posts/banning users.
If it's true he narc'd on a garden, as that above post appears to indicate, for shame, for shame.
You will note that in his materials there is not a wit of anti-hierarchicalism; there is merely the suggestion that the hierarchy ought to be headed by those who are able to read/become members of his society/etc.
So, when one is commenting on/dealing with Rob, remember that he is presumptively an idiot from birth, as he joined up with the army. "We will teach you how to murder so that the peace may be preserved!" The same sorts of people also sell oceanfront property in Montana; and, verily, a customer is born every minute.
A military hierarchy cannot be justified except by ostracization of those who do not accept the hierarchy. This happens extra-militarily (or, really, paramilitarily, as militarism infects nearly every aspect of the modern world) by way of statements such as "They were not emotionally stunted at 14 years of age either." The clear implication of that statement is a hierarchical system of organization, such that 14 year olds have less emotional devlopment/growth/whatever other sounds are used to signify lack of individuality and subsumption into the collective. Of course, the Smiling = Happy, Crying = Sad collective has fewer firearms by which to enforce its insanity than the military proper; they are still, of course, just as stupid.
That being said, even if there are some off notes, a bit of the spirit is there. For example, the dues for his society are far too high; the excuse is he wants to purchase toys. The force of a document does not come from the stock of paper on which it is printed. But this is quibbling over price; dues of some sort to a Society are necessary as a mark of revenue. Now, in my view asking for currency is incredibly vulgar; why not demand that joiners write a sonnet in proper form and deposit that in the Free Poets Society's Membership Register? Shakespeare's sonnets are worth far more than any heap of moth-eaten gold, no?
Note Rob's focus on "growing up." This is a tactic used by those who have strong opinions but who lack the lexical sophistication to argue for those opinions. Arguing in words is difficult; insulting people, the subtext being "do what I demand and I might pretend you are a-dolt, until I need to manipulate you again, whereupon I shall again call you childish," is much easier and often warrants the same results, especially as through public education/media/familial inculturation the average bear is filled with lots of little insult-oriented control levers. And as a trained operator/manipulator by force we cannot really blame Rob for making use of these levers; after all, they do work, in the same way that the methods of the Inquisition worked for extracting confessions. That does not, however, make the confessions true nor does it make the process by which they are obtained ethical.
Please continue to archive materials related to Rob Menard in this thread---all of the forums in which he has some administrative role/friendlyness with the administrators have bad habits of deleting posts/banning users.
If it's true he narc'd on a garden, as that above post appears to indicate, for shame, for shame.
Re: Love Letter to WestJet Employees
You're an expert on what makes a military tick because....?
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Re: Love Letter to WestJet Employees
Scirefacias, when you wrote about Rob's lack of anti-hierarchialism, it struck a chord. TWANG!
I agree with a lot of your post. Rob suffers from some megalomaniacal tendencies, from what I have read thus far.
So do you identify yourself with any specific group? I recognize that labels are problematic to a person such as yourself (meaning an independent thinker), but a hint as to your intellectual association might be helpful.
I agree with a lot of your post. Rob suffers from some megalomaniacal tendencies, from what I have read thus far.
So do you identify yourself with any specific group? I recognize that labels are problematic to a person such as yourself (meaning an independent thinker), but a hint as to your intellectual association might be helpful.
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Re: Love Letter to WestJet Employees
Something to read! No chewing at the fence!
THE FENCE
From the July 2003 Idaho Observer:
[link to proliberty.com]
The Fence
Do you ever feel as if you are one of the few people who can actually
see what's going on? Have you ever carried on a conversation with an
American who thinks they're in a democracy, the government deserves
their taxes, they live in a free country, and policemen are their friend?
Have you attempted to live your life as a responsible, sovereign
individual, only to be ridiculed by a high school graduate who can't
spell sovereign and doesn't know what it means? Have you at least had
a taste of freedom or an insatiable inner knowing of what it should
be? Do you feel alone, surrounded by a herd that is contentedly
grazing right up to the gates of slaughter?
Who are these huddling, witless masses of humanity and why won't they
look around themselves and see the obvious?
The easy answer is: the fence.
by Hari Heath
Many of us who see what's going on around us have learned how to live
outside the fence, at least part of the time. Some have become rather
adept at living on both sides of the fence. And a few sovereign souls
have chosen the path of living completely free of any enclosure.
But the present-day "fence" is all encompassing, from horizon to
horizon, with cross-fences at every juncture, and corrals, round pens
and loading chutes for complete herd management.
And the herd of humanity is well managed. So well managed, that they
either look dumb-founded whenever you mention what it's like on the
other side of the fence, or they get angry.
"How dare you tell us we don't need all those taxes, laws, or the
government to protect us! What do you mean there are all kinds of wild
herbs growing free outside the fence that heal and nourish; that they
taste better than hay and grain and make veterinarians obsolete? You
must be crazy to think you can live free and be responsible for
yourself," say the angry ones in the herd.
Understanding the fence can help freedom-lovers live amongst the
clueless without succumbing to their fate. Perhaps, on a good day, we
might even inspire one of the herd to look up and begin the process of
putting the clues together. And that might eventually lead to another
individual who can both understand and spell sovereign.
Where does the fence begin?
Born unable to walk, control our bowels, or utter much more than a
cry, we begin the adventure of life very moldable. You might think of
it as being in a marsupial condition without the benefit of a pouch. A
parent or parents must dedicate considerable effort or the newly
formed member of humanity won't survive.
The considerable effort required to raise up a young human has a trade
benefit: The parent has the opportunity to mould the future of
humanity. And that's no small responsibility.
After the first few years of parenting, comes the transitional phase.
Except for young humans with parents who choose home-schooling or
private education, the public side of the fence begins with the
government indoctrination day-camps we call public school.
The opportunity and responsibility for molding the future of humanity,
begun by the parents, is gradually taken over by government and it's
commercial cousins. In Latin, it's called In Loco Parentis: In the
place of the parent. Parents who do not find alternatives to the
status quo become replaced by public educators, TV, video games,
commercials, music producers, legislators and policemen.
It begins and ends in the mind. Horses are a good example. Countless
times, I have stretched electric fence ribbon around new pasture. A
horse who has experienced the momentary zap of 10,000 volts a few
times, learns to stay away from the fence. Eventually you can turn off
the fence and they will stay within its boundaries. The memory of the
shock, and the sight of the fence are enough to keep most horses in.
Some become so docile that just tying a single rope chest high will
keep them in. They like the fence.
The fence was built in the horse's minds. If we want to be free, we
first need to remove the fence from our minds, like those errant*,
free-thinking horses who touch a whisker to the electric fence to see
if it's on, and then walk on through whenever they don't feel a little
zap.
The best laid fence
The best laid fence is one that isn't seen and gives benefits instead
barbed wire cuts. You can get more out of a horse by the things you do
for it and with it, than by the things you do to it. Sometimes you
need barbed wire or 10,000 volts, but feed, grain and a friendly
talking to are more likely to produce the desired result.
In the good old days, when ranches had plenty of room between them,
the fence was the barn. The horses and cattle enjoyed some free range,
but they knew where home was. Food and security kept them "in." They
could forage "out" for the day, but they would be "in" at night and
during winter.
Now-a-days, things are more crowded. The animals on the farm never
leave the fence. Each farm is fenced where it buts up against another,
jurisdiction to jurisdiction, so-to-speak. Like a government that
keeps on growing, when does a farmer ever take down a fence, once it's
been put up? And with all that seemingly green pasture, what creature
would want to take the fence down?
People aren't much different. Government and its allies in commerce
know this. The fence around you is well made and designed to make you
like it. And it's about making a trade -- trading your freedom, rights
and responsibilities for the security, convenience and comfort of the
fence.
The media fence
Media is the great fence maker of our times. It creates the borders in
our mind. The well-honed science of media has created a fence so
tight, that most people can't see the other side.
That's why they think the pasture inside the fence looks so green.
They've never been allowed to see any other pasture, and they are
constantly reminded how green it is.
In the one sided fence of media, people never really get to say what
they want. But media tells the politicians what the people say they
want, while politicians tell the media what the people say they want
-- more laws and regulations to protect us from the outlaws outside
the fence -- and a tax cut. And what is the result? More outlaws are
created inside the fence by more laws and regulations, which require
more taxes.
The fallacies of the fence
Do policemen prevent crime when the majority of "crimes" have no
victim and weren't a crime until the police arrived? Do judges promote
justice with controlled juries, bar regulated attorneys, self-adopted
court rules and judicially controlled, self-disciplining review agencies?
Do we really have a Constitution and Bill of Rights anymore, when
almost everything government does is against the Constitution and
people are routinely imprisoned for exercising their rights?
When we live inside the fence, we live at the permission of the
government. Everything from travel, to our homes, water, food, health,
finances, even the air we breathe is regulated. Can regulations make
us safe from bureaucrats?
Do we "make money" when money, by definition, can only be a coin and a
"one dollar Federal Reserve Note" is issued by a private bank, which
isn't federal, doesn't really have "reserves," and isn't a note
because it can't be redeemed? And it isn't a "dollar" because a dollar
is 371.25 grains of silver, not paper.
For the errant freedom lover with eyes to see and ears to hear, almost
everything inside the fence can be shown to be false, a fraud and
corrupted. For the tamed herd, it's all green fields, as far as the
blinded eye can see. It all depends on which side of the fence you're on.
The fence chewers
This leads us to an interesting phenomena. One would think that
leading the herd to real freedom would be very popular in a land known
for its freedom. But quite the opposite is true. We errant folks are
often ridiculed and demonized by the herd for our notions of freedom,
and especially by the managers of the herd -- the media.
The herd doesn't like fence chewers. Most people are quite happy to
live in their illusions. We have to remember, it was all green and
growing for them until we came along and made it look like charred grass.
They thought they owned a house, but if the government can take it for
taxes, who owns it? It used to be their car, until we showed them how
the government stole the title when they registered it. They thought
they were successfully running a business, until we enlightened them
about how many regulations prevent their options for success. And when
we told them they worked over half the year just to pay their taxes,
their illusionary green field went up in smoke.
That's why the herd doesn't like anyone who chews holes in the fence.
It means they would have to face things the way they really are. It
would require them to become responsibile. There would be no more
semi-free rides on the back of the welfare nanny-state.
The sovereign's fence
What would a free state, outside the fence of government look like? No
more collective herd management in a common enclosure. Each sovereign
would be free to choose how much fence they want to put up on their
own place. The common ground would be free range and the fence would
only contain government.
Government's only duties will be to build roads, deliver mail, defend
our borders, mint coins, and register patents on our ingenuity. A
sovereign people would be free to engage in commerce with substance. A
371.25-grain silver dollar today, will still be a 371.25-grain silver
dollar tomorrow. No more imaginary wealth. What you own, will remain
your own, until you choose otherwise. Property would be held in
allodium, untaxed.
Imagine a government that provides a bona fide, accountable, judicial
forum to resolve conflicts between sovereign citizens and only passed
"laws the most wholesome and necessary for the public good."
With almost no taxes, we can afford to privately educate our children
and contribute to any charities we choose. "Welfare," would be how
well we fare from our own responsible, sovereign efforts, outside the
fence.
To make this a reality, each of us needs to free our minds from our
former keeper's programming and learn to live outside the fence. Be an
example, even if it means you have to eat a little barbed wire. If we
each chew our part, it'll be free range for everyone -- whether they
like it or not.
THE FENCE
From the July 2003 Idaho Observer:
[link to proliberty.com]
The Fence
Do you ever feel as if you are one of the few people who can actually
see what's going on? Have you ever carried on a conversation with an
American who thinks they're in a democracy, the government deserves
their taxes, they live in a free country, and policemen are their friend?
Have you attempted to live your life as a responsible, sovereign
individual, only to be ridiculed by a high school graduate who can't
spell sovereign and doesn't know what it means? Have you at least had
a taste of freedom or an insatiable inner knowing of what it should
be? Do you feel alone, surrounded by a herd that is contentedly
grazing right up to the gates of slaughter?
Who are these huddling, witless masses of humanity and why won't they
look around themselves and see the obvious?
The easy answer is: the fence.
by Hari Heath
Many of us who see what's going on around us have learned how to live
outside the fence, at least part of the time. Some have become rather
adept at living on both sides of the fence. And a few sovereign souls
have chosen the path of living completely free of any enclosure.
But the present-day "fence" is all encompassing, from horizon to
horizon, with cross-fences at every juncture, and corrals, round pens
and loading chutes for complete herd management.
And the herd of humanity is well managed. So well managed, that they
either look dumb-founded whenever you mention what it's like on the
other side of the fence, or they get angry.
"How dare you tell us we don't need all those taxes, laws, or the
government to protect us! What do you mean there are all kinds of wild
herbs growing free outside the fence that heal and nourish; that they
taste better than hay and grain and make veterinarians obsolete? You
must be crazy to think you can live free and be responsible for
yourself," say the angry ones in the herd.
Understanding the fence can help freedom-lovers live amongst the
clueless without succumbing to their fate. Perhaps, on a good day, we
might even inspire one of the herd to look up and begin the process of
putting the clues together. And that might eventually lead to another
individual who can both understand and spell sovereign.
Where does the fence begin?
Born unable to walk, control our bowels, or utter much more than a
cry, we begin the adventure of life very moldable. You might think of
it as being in a marsupial condition without the benefit of a pouch. A
parent or parents must dedicate considerable effort or the newly
formed member of humanity won't survive.
The considerable effort required to raise up a young human has a trade
benefit: The parent has the opportunity to mould the future of
humanity. And that's no small responsibility.
After the first few years of parenting, comes the transitional phase.
Except for young humans with parents who choose home-schooling or
private education, the public side of the fence begins with the
government indoctrination day-camps we call public school.
The opportunity and responsibility for molding the future of humanity,
begun by the parents, is gradually taken over by government and it's
commercial cousins. In Latin, it's called In Loco Parentis: In the
place of the parent. Parents who do not find alternatives to the
status quo become replaced by public educators, TV, video games,
commercials, music producers, legislators and policemen.
It begins and ends in the mind. Horses are a good example. Countless
times, I have stretched electric fence ribbon around new pasture. A
horse who has experienced the momentary zap of 10,000 volts a few
times, learns to stay away from the fence. Eventually you can turn off
the fence and they will stay within its boundaries. The memory of the
shock, and the sight of the fence are enough to keep most horses in.
Some become so docile that just tying a single rope chest high will
keep them in. They like the fence.
The fence was built in the horse's minds. If we want to be free, we
first need to remove the fence from our minds, like those errant*,
free-thinking horses who touch a whisker to the electric fence to see
if it's on, and then walk on through whenever they don't feel a little
zap.
The best laid fence
The best laid fence is one that isn't seen and gives benefits instead
barbed wire cuts. You can get more out of a horse by the things you do
for it and with it, than by the things you do to it. Sometimes you
need barbed wire or 10,000 volts, but feed, grain and a friendly
talking to are more likely to produce the desired result.
In the good old days, when ranches had plenty of room between them,
the fence was the barn. The horses and cattle enjoyed some free range,
but they knew where home was. Food and security kept them "in." They
could forage "out" for the day, but they would be "in" at night and
during winter.
Now-a-days, things are more crowded. The animals on the farm never
leave the fence. Each farm is fenced where it buts up against another,
jurisdiction to jurisdiction, so-to-speak. Like a government that
keeps on growing, when does a farmer ever take down a fence, once it's
been put up? And with all that seemingly green pasture, what creature
would want to take the fence down?
People aren't much different. Government and its allies in commerce
know this. The fence around you is well made and designed to make you
like it. And it's about making a trade -- trading your freedom, rights
and responsibilities for the security, convenience and comfort of the
fence.
The media fence
Media is the great fence maker of our times. It creates the borders in
our mind. The well-honed science of media has created a fence so
tight, that most people can't see the other side.
That's why they think the pasture inside the fence looks so green.
They've never been allowed to see any other pasture, and they are
constantly reminded how green it is.
In the one sided fence of media, people never really get to say what
they want. But media tells the politicians what the people say they
want, while politicians tell the media what the people say they want
-- more laws and regulations to protect us from the outlaws outside
the fence -- and a tax cut. And what is the result? More outlaws are
created inside the fence by more laws and regulations, which require
more taxes.
The fallacies of the fence
Do policemen prevent crime when the majority of "crimes" have no
victim and weren't a crime until the police arrived? Do judges promote
justice with controlled juries, bar regulated attorneys, self-adopted
court rules and judicially controlled, self-disciplining review agencies?
Do we really have a Constitution and Bill of Rights anymore, when
almost everything government does is against the Constitution and
people are routinely imprisoned for exercising their rights?
When we live inside the fence, we live at the permission of the
government. Everything from travel, to our homes, water, food, health,
finances, even the air we breathe is regulated. Can regulations make
us safe from bureaucrats?
Do we "make money" when money, by definition, can only be a coin and a
"one dollar Federal Reserve Note" is issued by a private bank, which
isn't federal, doesn't really have "reserves," and isn't a note
because it can't be redeemed? And it isn't a "dollar" because a dollar
is 371.25 grains of silver, not paper.
For the errant freedom lover with eyes to see and ears to hear, almost
everything inside the fence can be shown to be false, a fraud and
corrupted. For the tamed herd, it's all green fields, as far as the
blinded eye can see. It all depends on which side of the fence you're on.
The fence chewers
This leads us to an interesting phenomena. One would think that
leading the herd to real freedom would be very popular in a land known
for its freedom. But quite the opposite is true. We errant folks are
often ridiculed and demonized by the herd for our notions of freedom,
and especially by the managers of the herd -- the media.
The herd doesn't like fence chewers. Most people are quite happy to
live in their illusions. We have to remember, it was all green and
growing for them until we came along and made it look like charred grass.
They thought they owned a house, but if the government can take it for
taxes, who owns it? It used to be their car, until we showed them how
the government stole the title when they registered it. They thought
they were successfully running a business, until we enlightened them
about how many regulations prevent their options for success. And when
we told them they worked over half the year just to pay their taxes,
their illusionary green field went up in smoke.
That's why the herd doesn't like anyone who chews holes in the fence.
It means they would have to face things the way they really are. It
would require them to become responsibile. There would be no more
semi-free rides on the back of the welfare nanny-state.
The sovereign's fence
What would a free state, outside the fence of government look like? No
more collective herd management in a common enclosure. Each sovereign
would be free to choose how much fence they want to put up on their
own place. The common ground would be free range and the fence would
only contain government.
Government's only duties will be to build roads, deliver mail, defend
our borders, mint coins, and register patents on our ingenuity. A
sovereign people would be free to engage in commerce with substance. A
371.25-grain silver dollar today, will still be a 371.25-grain silver
dollar tomorrow. No more imaginary wealth. What you own, will remain
your own, until you choose otherwise. Property would be held in
allodium, untaxed.
Imagine a government that provides a bona fide, accountable, judicial
forum to resolve conflicts between sovereign citizens and only passed
"laws the most wholesome and necessary for the public good."
With almost no taxes, we can afford to privately educate our children
and contribute to any charities we choose. "Welfare," would be how
well we fare from our own responsible, sovereign efforts, outside the
fence.
To make this a reality, each of us needs to free our minds from our
former keeper's programming and learn to live outside the fence. Be an
example, even if it means you have to eat a little barbed wire. If we
each chew our part, it'll be free range for everyone -- whether they
like it or not.
That'll buff right out 


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Re: Love Letter to WestJet Employees
http://www.worldfreemansociety.org/foru ... 9&start=20
Re: Road Tripping Too
by XXX » Mon Jul 13, 2009 12:50 pm
it has nothing to do with mercy...im trying to protect YOU people from getting hoodwinked, and used for monetary gain...and then informed upon if you try to expose the truth. well whatever obviously you all are suckers and want to be free so bad that you will set aside your common sense and morals to achieve this...pathetic really. oh well can't say i didn't try to warn you all...good luck.
Re: Road Tripping Too
by johninbc_CAO_Canada » Mon Jul 13, 2009 6:34 pm
For the last time...
WFS funds are fully accounted for and the books balance, and the process, although it is just in it's infancy, and we are learning all the time, is fully open to any who may question.
Yes, we have funds in an account that have been provided by the membership. We also have costs that must be paid for the continuation of this website, the new site and for the procurement of equipment and supplies to further our efforts to serve the membership.
We are an open organization and will continue to be an open organization. We are administered by people just like you, that have chosen to serve for the betterment of all.
It is obvious that this individual is not showing any concern for the organization or it's members by attempting to incite division, and is acting to his own agenda, whatever that may be. No effort has been made on his part to distinguish between the group and the individual. I, for one, take my duties here very seriously and strive to act honorably and with the best interests of the whole as my focus. We need to remain united for a common goal and will provide to the best of our abilities, whatever proof may be required to ensure the maintenance of our integrity.
It is unfortunate that one feels the need to slander thousands of good people because of an unrelated conflict with one. A remedy is a simple matter to obtain and we are quite willing to negotiate in good faith to that end. Out attempts so far have been refused.
Nuff said.
Re: Road Tripping Too
by johnking » Mon Jul 13, 2009 8:32 pm
Well, as posts get deleted, etc., (They're being archived at AVCANADA in Rob's loveletter thread). Since Mafter Administrator is going on about being divise, is the rumour that Rob informed in re: a Garden true?
We may forgive Rob many of his faults as he was trained as a soldier and therefore likely suffers permanent neural damage; however, there are many things up with which we shall not put.
Re: Road Tripping Too
by johninbc_CAO_Canada » Mon Jul 13, 2009 9:56 pm
I cannot say, I do not know. Only Rob knows. Ask him.
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by Robert Menard » Tue Jul 14, 2009 7:30 am
johnking wrote:
Well, as posts get deleted, etc., (They're being archived at AVCANADA in Rob's loveletter thread). Since Mafter Administrator is going on about being divise, is the rumour that Rob informed in re: a Garden true? We may forgive Rob many of his faults as he was trained as a soldier and therefore likely suffers permanent neural damage; however, there are many things up with which we shall not put.
Nope not true. Ask Allen if he has filed his complaint with the FBI and RCMP yet as he said he was doing.
Robert Menard
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Re: Love Letter to WestJet Employees
http://www.worldfreemansociety.org/foru ... =68&t=2280
vanishing ninja.
by bmxninja357 » Tue Jul 07, 2009 7:19 pm
mudslinging matches o plenty. ive had enough. i want my name stricken from all muddy-duddy as i am also not a member of the wfs only of the forum. as such my words must carry no weight against a paid member and thus must be stricken from all monkey poo fights.
i think i shall leave this forum and proceed from where i came as i came here ,after more mud slinging than a monster truck rally there, and this is doing much the same. i have my own views and they are mine alone. i see my path and it is not based the same as many others belifes.
im not deleting my account, i may check in on my previous posts or to see how things are coming along for all concerned. but i need a deeper study in my own personal belifes and i need to find my own reality on this land i live.
i enjoyed learning here with you all. i wish you all the best but it is here i think we must find our own hands to till the soil and grow the trees of our lives. i feel i have become negligent in my self responsibilities, and now is the time to do unto me as i have done unto my friends. if i was good, maybe i will have some helpers on my path. my self planning has given me an idea and a light of hope in my life and i must act now as time is short as evidenced by the passing of an uncle this week{ernie kannler,80, wwII veteran}, the injury of his wife, and two other loved ones who i fear will not last the year.
its been a pleasure folks, and i love you all.
i leave you this song....
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pm7dZe0b8Rk
gosh this is hard.
to all,
gods peace
"... when the people want to do something I can't find anything in the Constitution expressly forbidding them to do, I say, whether I like it or not, 'Goddammit, let 'em do it.'" Justice Felix Frankfurter (1882-1965)
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Re: Love Letter to WestJet Employees
imagine ...
a land where government was used for law (not statute) enforcement and military only.
a land where police faced the same criminal courts as we do if they use exessive force.
a land where prison was for the most extreme cases only, and rapist and gangsters were not released on a bribe while the poor guy with no dog liscence is detained.
a land where money was of little consequence in preserving the balance of nature.
we have the technology long ago to heal this planet, but as it is now its one giant hospice.
imagine a country where cops were cops and not babysitters.
the purpose of statues are to ensure that one persons rights do not encroach on anothers...
meaning if i have a right to sing and listen to loud music, i can. But i can not force the whole neigborhood to partake in that venture. so a statute is created and noise bylaws come to be.
everyone is happy. untill some greedy hypocrate sees the potential to make money with it.
we the people are supposed to keep that in check. the government itself can not correct itself. she is sick right now. and she dont realize it.
if we dont help her get better she will only get worse. we the people as a collective whole have this duty to our selves children, and future government.
the government loves it when people seperate into different opinionated groups and protest thier point of view. it keeps the sheepe seperated into pens that are easily managed.
a land where government was used for law (not statute) enforcement and military only.
a land where police faced the same criminal courts as we do if they use exessive force.
a land where prison was for the most extreme cases only, and rapist and gangsters were not released on a bribe while the poor guy with no dog liscence is detained.
a land where money was of little consequence in preserving the balance of nature.
we have the technology long ago to heal this planet, but as it is now its one giant hospice.
imagine a country where cops were cops and not babysitters.
the purpose of statues are to ensure that one persons rights do not encroach on anothers...
meaning if i have a right to sing and listen to loud music, i can. But i can not force the whole neigborhood to partake in that venture. so a statute is created and noise bylaws come to be.
everyone is happy. untill some greedy hypocrate sees the potential to make money with it.
we the people are supposed to keep that in check. the government itself can not correct itself. she is sick right now. and she dont realize it.
if we dont help her get better she will only get worse. we the people as a collective whole have this duty to our selves children, and future government.
the government loves it when people seperate into different opinionated groups and protest thier point of view. it keeps the sheepe seperated into pens that are easily managed.
Not legal advice, for entertainment purposes only
Re: Love Letter to WestJet Employees
You forgot to add rainbows and free hemp.
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Re: Love Letter to WestJet Employees
...green alligators and long-necked geese?


