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Aaaagh I remember that poster, on the back of Brown Gold!!!!!! Makes my blood boil thinking about it. To be a real man with testicles you had to throw away your life and join the cult, except it was portrayed as a noble cause!!!!!!! And hey guess what, if you didn't have the two bits of anatomy, you could just follow someone who did and be his little woman, raise his kids, keep his ego going and smile for the prayercard , just don't dare step out of line or question what you saw because you were just a woman!!!!!!!!
And what got unleashed on the poor natives, Scott K and his like!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Bloody Hell what a &*(&*^ mess!!!!!!! And still they keep signing up, because the message has been adjusted, but it's still the same.

I might have it totally wrong and will probably go to hell for saying it, but does the average Triber even care about the people of the Jungles??????? Hells bells half of them don't even get anywhere near no Jungle, not even out of their home countries, nope they've got nice little titles and mickey mouse jobs that earn a heap of cash, loads of spiritual prestige for bugger all work!!!!!!! Swanning around the world, going to little conferences and doing what NTM has become, adding to the empire.

Yeah, get the scissors, cut the cord. NTM has failed the Indians and every other indigenous people, it's time God found someone who is going to do the job properly!!!!!!!!!

Oops, blood has dropped below boiling point, sorry if anyone offended by language and thoughts that boiled over. Promise to play more nicely next time!!!!!!!

I hope your chainsaw never runs out of fuel, Aussie!

You are the fearless female who puts into words what a lot of us are thinking!

Thank you, as always, for being here!

Yes, always good to have you here!

Rev it up, Aussie!
That's ok.
That's you.
And we like you. (Heart.)

Yes, yes, yes!!!!!!!! I remember that story being preached about the chasm and I remember who preached it, it's all coming back now.
And the coffin that we had to look into and at the bottom was a mirror which reflected our dead souls. And those confession chapel sessions where we had to confess our little sins and the perverted uncles just sat their taking notes with their dirty hands in their pockets!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And the crap we made up so we could confess our way into their good books and not have a heart full of pride.
Now I can remember it and I can laugh because it was all so crazy and I'm finally free of it. I'm no longer bound by the rules and regulations of the NTM cult, I'm free, free, free.

Free to speak my mind!
Free to be me!!
Free to speak out!!!
Free to fly from the past!!!!
Free to choose my friends!!!!!
And it's absolutely bloody fantastic

FREEDOM!!!!

Oh, how I love that word! And that truth!!!