Posts Tagged ‘little miss attila’

With a pair of post highlighting first the great esteem the media holds R.L. Hymers, Jr, a snipit:

[“Linda”]: “I’ve seen him, personally, hit someone repeatedly in the face. I’ve seen him do that.”

Anson: “Sometimes the emotional abuse can be very public, even if the transgression appears to have nothing to do with religion. In this old church bulletin, one woman is attacked for ‘the soul damning sin of gluttony.’ Another is condemned for an alleged ‘unnatural sex crime,
her second.’”

Read the lot and shake your head. The second is another series of letters that concludes with a zinger:

10) I do not hold out any particular hope that Dr. Robert L. Hymers will ever become a real man, by learning to take responsibility for his actions—much less develop a close personal relationship with Jesus Christ. I do, however, hold out both of those hopes for young Leslie, and he will remain in my fervent prayers. Please give him my best—but let him know that if he wants to go to law school, he must work on his writing skills and reasoning ability just a bit.

And he ought to learn to behave like a gentleman with respect to older ladies.

I think going after this lady was a very foolish move.

One of the things that I’ve criticized radical Islam for is their inability to take critique without threats.

Miss Attila in her youth was once a member of what appears to be a cult.

I don’t claim to be an expert on these guys, but I have enough common sense to know that if a church is harassing an individual who has left it 25 years ago then this Gospel passage doesn’t apply to them:

And so I say to you, you are Peter, and upon this rock I will build my church, and the gates of the netherworld shall not prevail against it. Matt 16:18

Forget the gates of hell, A church that can’t abide a single Catholic blogger’s critique is no true church. If they had faith or truth they would not need to sic lawyers on a blogger in a cute hat, as Stacy McCain puts it:

Why did Hymers III have his attorney contact LMA to tell her that she has been reported to the FBI? It’s intimidation, pure and simple. They want her to shut up.

Trying to silence critics — isn’t that what cults do?

Read the entire correspondence for yourself and make up your own mind.

For myself: I won’t claim to be even remotely unbiased here. Joy McCain is my friend and I pray for her and her husband daily. Anyone who is threatens them is a foe of mine and I promise this, any future post on the Robert Leslie Hymers cult from her will generate a link and a post here. Generally groups like this can’t stand the light, so we will hit them with the light of the multiplier of linky love.

They do have one thing going for them, as a foe of mine, I am required to pray for them.

…on the impromptu trip thing.

Oh and I second Stacy’s motion.

BTW I know you’re waiting on the Washington personal story but I’m a bit under the weather this evening. I’m doing worse than the Red Sox so I’ll get it written in the morning.

A difference in perspective

Posted: April 5, 2010 by datechguy in oddities
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Living in New England when we get a couple of feet of snow it’s a pain in the neck but no big deal. However if you mention that to someone from the south or the southwest it blows their minds that it doesn’t bother us.

Reading this post by Little Miss Attila, the same thought in reverse comes to mind when it comes to quakes it all comes down to what you are used to.

And this one, today? I was in the kitchen, puttering around and getting Easter dinner together, when I heard a noise and went off to investigate. It sounded like something in the laundry nook or the pantry, and I didn’t relish the notion that rodents had made their way into either space. But I couldn’t see anything wrong in either area, and merely filed it away as one more thing to check into this week: an additional burden. Because there was clearly a problem with the pipes, or in the laundry room, or in the back of the pantry—and I didn’t want to have to pull everything out and find out what it was. So I went grimly out into the living room, where my mother and my husband were discussing “magnitude.”

“An earthquake?” I asked. “Thank God.”

“You must have been walking,” my mother remarked. “That’s why you didn’t feel it.”

“Yeah, I was,” I replied. “But you’ve made me very happy.”

I’m sorry but when I hear earthquake, my first thought is destruction and death, but it sounds to me like I have to start to adjust my perspective.

Glad to hear they are ok anyway.