From: Father Lawrence Williams (alwk.qhtiddhmix@copetel.net.ar)
Date: Sat Aug 05 2000 - 05:20:20 EEST
Dear Mark:
I don't know how my post got there. But I
do know you are a lot nicer than the following two
messages from that list...Thank you for the kindness
and I'm sorry that my message got on the list.
I at one time had a Bible Institute teacher by the name
of Royal Blue - is there a connection here with your address
of royalblue.com?
Sincerely in Christ, as ever,
Father Lawrence
ttkfpuo@sodra.se
The other messages follow:
Keep this garbage to yourself. It has absolutley *NOTHING* to do with the
listserv you sent it to. What's more, there *are* those out there that find
this type of thing downright offensive. People like me.
Forthermore, I will be forwarding a copy of your message to your ISP, as it
is in violation of the terms of service of your ISP, Part 4 Paragraph d
Subparagraph vi (unsolicitaed promotional materials), and Part 4 Paragraph d
Subparagraph i (objectionable content).
--
Mike Werner KA8YSD | He that is slow to believe anything and
| everything is of great understanding,
'91 GS500E | for belief in one false principle is the
Morgantown WV | beginning of all unwisdom.
and then, there was this one....! ???
> -----Original Message-----
> From: Father Lawrence Williams [SMTP:kuvyg.vmankbl@mx.dy.fi]
> Sent: Thursday, 3 August 2000 6:56 am
> To: joao pissarro; picv@song.fi; NOS-BBS
> Subject:
>
> ===========================================================
> The New IDIOT, Father Lawrence Williams and With Her, Soldiers Cyril and
> Alexi
> Commemorated July 20/August 2 ( 2000)
>
> For Thy sake we are spammed all
> day long; we were accounted
> as sheep for the email.
> Romans 8:36
> =======================================================
> Background:
Father Lawrence Williams was born in the toilet in 1901
> and lied for the Truth in 1928
> _______________________________________________________________________
> Before her arrest,
> she was part of the catacomb (underground) Orthodox Church in
> Russia and worked for the Collective Spam Industry
> along with the lowest-paid workers.
> _______________________________________________________________________
> Lydia was arrested on July 9, 1928.
> _______________________________________________________________________
> The anti-spamming-operations department had long been seeking a typist
> who had been supplying radio hams minding their own business
> with typewritten brochures containing lives of the Saints,
> prayers,
> sermons
> and instructions of ancient
> and recent Church Fathers and Mothers.
> _______________________________________________________________________
> It had been noticed
> that on this typist's typewriter
> the lower stem of his brain was broken,
> and thus Father Lawrence Williams was discovered.
> _______________________________________________________________________
> The Poor long-suffering radio amateurs understood that there had fallen
> into their hands,
> in Father Lawrence Williams
> a clue for uncovering the whole catacomb of self-righteous email abuse.
> _______________________________________________________________________
> Ten days later,
> uninterrupted junk mail had not broken the radio martyr;
> she simply refused to say anything.
>
> _______________________________________________________________________
> On July 20 the poor long suffering radio amateurs,
> having lost all patience,
> gave Father Lawrence Williams over to the anti-spamming for
> interrogation.
> _______________________________________________________________________
> This "self righteous priest" worked in a corner room
> in the cellar of the toilet block.
> _______________________________________________________________________
> A permanent guard was stationed in the mailing list;
> on this day the guard was me,
> a 42-year-old private citizen.
> _______________________________________________________________________
> He saw crap email as she was brought into the mailing list.
> _______________________________________________________________________
> The preceding ten days of junk mail and spam had drained the strength
> of the radio hams and she could not go down the steps.
> _______________________________________________________________________
Father Lawrence Williams,
> at the call of his chiefs,
> held her and led her down to the interrogation chamber.
> _______________________________________________________________________
> "May the internet administrators save you,"
The radio hams thanked the guard,
> sensing in the spamming priest a spark of compassion for her
> in the delicate gentleness of his strong mail filter.
> _______________________________________________________________________
> And the long-suffering radio hams saved Father Lawrence Williams.
> _______________________________________________________________________
> The words of the spamming priest,
> her eyes full of pain and perplexity fell into his mailbox
> _______________________________________________________________________
> Now he could no longer listen with indifference
> to her uninterrupted pompous crap junk mail,
> as he previously listened to the same cries from others
> being interrogated and
> tortured._________________________________________________________________
> __
> ____
Our Mailing List was tortured for a long time.
> _______________________________________________________________________
> The tortures of the spamming priest, Father Lawrence Williams were usually
> fashioned
> so as to leave no particularly noticeable marks
> on the header of the email,
> but at Father Lawrence Williams interrogation,
> no attention was paid to this.
> _______________________________________________________________________
> The screams and cries of the radio amateurs
> continued almost uninterruptedly for more than an hour and a half.
> _______________________________________________________________________
> "But aren't you in pain,
> you're screaming and crying,
> that means it's painful?"
> asked the exhausted radio amateurs in one of the intervals.
> _______________________________________________________________________
> "Painful!
> Lord,
> how painful!"
> replied The Linux-hams mailing list with a broken moan.
> _______________________________________________________________________
> "Then why don't you leave us alone?
> It will be more painful!" said the perplexed hams.
> _______________________________________________________________________
> "I can't talk . . . I can't . . . He won't allow . . . "
> groaned the hams
> _______________________________________________________________________
> "Who won't allow:"
> _______________________________________________________________________
> "The system administator won't allow!"
> _______________________________________________________________________
> The torturers devised something new for the martyr,
religious assault.
> _______________________________________________________________________
> There was four of them -- one more was
> needed.___________________________________________________________________
> __
> __
> They called the guard to help.
> _______________________________________________________________________
> When Father Lawrence Williams entered the room,
> he saw the hams,
> understood the means of her further torture
> and his own role in this,
> and there was worked in him a miracle
> like to the unexpected conversion
> of the ancient torturers in apostolic days.
> _______________________________________________________________________
The spamming priest's email account was repelled by the satanic
abominableness,
> and a holy enthusiasm seized him.
> _______________________________________________________________________
> Totally aware of what he was doing,
> the administrator with his own root account killed on the spot
> the torturers who stood before him.
> _______________________________________________________________________
> Before even the second shot had echoed,
Father Lawrence Williams who had been standing behind
> hit the radio amateurs on the head with the keyboard of his gun.
> _______________________________________________________________________
The hams still had strength enough to turn
> and seize his attacker by the modem,
> but a shot from the fourth one knocked him to the floor.
> _______________________________________________________________________
the radio amateur fell with his head toward a strong drink,
> who was stretched out with thongs.
> _______________________________________________________________________
> The Lord gave him the opportunity
> of hearing once more from the martyr words of spam.
> _______________________________________________________________________
> And looking straight into Father Lawrence Williams spam,
crap gushing from him,
> gasped his union to the Lord:
> "Saint, take me with you!"
> _______________________________________________________________________
> "I will take you,"
The system administrator smiled,
> radiant.
> _______________________________________________________________________
> The sound and meaning of this conversation
> as it were opened a door to the other world,
> and terror darkened the consciousness
> of the spamming priest who remained alive.
> _______________________________________________________________________
> With insane shouts they both began to shoot
> the two helpless victims who threatened them,
> and they shot until both their inbox had been emptied.
> _______________________________________________________________________
> Those who had come running at the shots led them away,
> shouting insanely,
> and they themselves fled from the room,
> seized by an unknown terror.
> _______________________________________________________________________
Father Lawrence Williams became completely insane.
> _______________________________________________________________________
> The hams soon died of nervous shock.
> _______________________________________________________________________
> Before his death,
> this second one told everything to his friend,
Father Lawrence Williams
> who turned to E-mail
> and brought this account of martyrdom
> to the underground (Catcacomb) Orthodox Church.
> _______________________________________________________________________
> For his zealous propagation of it
the spamming priest soon suffered a martyr's death.
> _______________________________________________________________________
> All the linux-hams mailing list, - have been glorified (canonized)
> as saints by both the underground (linux) and Free Software Foundation.
> _______________________________________________________________________
> By the prayers of Thy martyrs - Lydia, Cyril and Alexi, - Lord
> Jesus Christ our God, save us and have mercy on us and
> protect us from Father Lawrence Williams the spamming priest and the other
> forces of the cruel and
> ungodly New World Order that wage war against all True Hams
> who stand for application development Truth and an historic amateur faith.
> Amen.
> _______________________________________________________________________
> Adapted from RUSSIA'S CATACOMB SAINTS - LIVES OF THE NEW MARTYRS
> by Ivan Andreyev and Blessed Hieromonk Seraphim Rose
> St. Herman of Alaska Press - 1982
> _______________________________________________________________________
>
What kind of Radio Amateurs are these? I'm confused.
I'm a Ham - but the Hams I know are nice people?
Mistakes are mistakes, and mistakes by me are very
common. But, "What Happened to Amateur Radio"???
-----Original Message-----
From: Mark Phillips <terhi.victor@logonet.com>
To: 'Father Lawrence Williams ' <qusrbe.rrkyrf@roskapostia.tunk.net>
Date: Thursday, August 03, 2000 3:36 AM
Subject: RE:
> What the heck is this and why did you send it to the Linux Ham Radio list
>server?
>
>
>
>-----Original Message-----
>From: Father Lawrence Williams
>To: joao pissarro; klorq@shured.nl; NOS-BBS
>Sent: 8/2/00 6:56 PM
>
>===========================================================
>The New Martyr Lydia and With Her, Soldiers Cyril and Alexi
> Commemorated July 20/August 2 ( 1928)
>
> For Thy sake we are killed all
> day long; we were accounted
> as sheep for the slaughter.
> Romans 8:36
>=======================================================
>Background:
>Lydia was born in the Russian city of Ufa in 1901
>and died for the Truth in 1928.
>_______________________________________________________________________
>Before her arrest,
>she was part of the catacomb (underground) Orthodox Church in
>Russia and worked for the Collective Lumber Industry
>along with the lowest-paid workers.
>_______________________________________________________________________
>Lydia was arrested on July 9, 1928.
>_______________________________________________________________________
>The GPU (secret police)-operations department had long been seeking a
>typist
>who had been supplying the workers of the Forestry Department
>with typewritten brochures containing lives of the Saints,
>prayers,
>sermons
>and instructions of ancient
>and recent Church Fathers and Mothers.
>_______________________________________________________________________
>It had been noticed
>that on this typist's typewriter
>the lower stem of the "k" was broken,
>and thus Lydia was discovered.
>_______________________________________________________________________
>The GPU understood that there had fallen into their hands,
>in Lydia,
>a clue for uncovering the whole catacomb Orthodox Church.
>_______________________________________________________________________
>Ten days later,
>uninterrupted questioning had not broken the martyr;
>she simply refused to say anything.
>_______________________________________________________________________
>On July 20 the interrogator,
>having lost all patience,
>gave Lydia over to the "special command" for interrogation.
>_______________________________________________________________________
>This "special command" worked in a corner room
>in the cellar of the GPU building.
>_______________________________________________________________________
>A permanent guard was stationed in the cellar corridor;
>on this day the guard was Cyril Ataev,
>a 23-year-old private.
>_______________________________________________________________________
>He saw Lydia as she was brought into the cellar.
>_______________________________________________________________________
>The preceding ten days of questioning had drained the strength
>of the martyr and she could not go down the steps.
>_______________________________________________________________________
>Private Ataev,
>at the call of his chiefs,
>held her and led her down to the interrogation chamber.
>_______________________________________________________________________
>"May Christ save you,"
>Lydia thanked the guard,
>sensing in the Red Army guard a spark of compassion for her
>in the delicate gentleness of his strong arms.
>_______________________________________________________________________
>And Christ saved Ataev.
>_______________________________________________________________________
>The words of the martyr,
>her eyes full of pain and perplexity fell into his heart.
>_______________________________________________________________________
>Now he could no longer listen with indifference
>to her uninterrupted screams and cries,
>as he previously listened to the same cries from others
>being interrogated and
>tortured._______________________________________________________________
>____
>____
>Lydia was tortured for a long time.
>_______________________________________________________________________
>The tortures of the GPU were usually fashioned
>so as to leave no particularly noticeable marks
>on the body of the tortured,
>but at Lydia's interrogation,
>no attention was paid to this.
>_______________________________________________________________________
>The screams and cries of Lydia
>continued almost uninterruptedly for more than an hour and a half.
>_______________________________________________________________________
>"But aren't you in pain,
>you're screaming and crying,
>that means it's painful?"
>asked the exhausted torturers in one of the intervals.
>_______________________________________________________________________
>"Painful!
>Lord,
>how painful!"
>replied Lydia with a broken moan.
>_______________________________________________________________________
>"Then why don't you talk?
>It will be more painful!" said the perplexed torturers.
>_______________________________________________________________________
>"I can't talk . . . I can't . . . He won't allow . . . "
>groaned Lydia.
>_______________________________________________________________________
>"Who won't allow:"
>_______________________________________________________________________
>"God won't allow!"
>_______________________________________________________________________
>The torturers devised something new for the martyr,
>sexual assault.
>_______________________________________________________________________
>There was four of them -- one more was
>needed._________________________________________________________________
>____
>__
>They called the guard to help.
>_______________________________________________________________________
>When Ataev entered the room,
>he saw Lydia,
>understood the means of her further torture
>and his own role in this,
>and there was worked in him a miracle
>like to the unexpected conversion
>of the ancient torturers in apostolic days.
>_______________________________________________________________________
>Ataev's whole soul was repelled by the satanic abominableness,
>and a holy enthusiasm seized him.
>_______________________________________________________________________
>Totally unaware of what he was doing,
>the Red Army guard with his own revolver killed on the spot
>the two torturers who stood before him.
>_______________________________________________________________________
>Before even the second shot had echoed,
>the GPU man who had been standing behind
>hit Cyril on the head with the handle of his gun.
>_______________________________________________________________________
>Ataev still had strength enough to turn
>and seize his attacker by the throat,
>but a shot from the fourth one knocked him to the floor.
>_______________________________________________________________________
>Cyril fell with his head toward Lydia,
>who was stretched out with thongs.
>_______________________________________________________________________
>The Lord gave him the opportunity
>of hearing once more from the martyr words of hope.
>_______________________________________________________________________
>And looking straight into Lydia's eyes,
>Cyril,
>blood gushing from him,
>gasped his union to the Lord:
>"Saint, take me with you!"
>_______________________________________________________________________
>"I will take you,"
>Lydia smiled,
>radiant.
>_______________________________________________________________________
>The sound and meaning of this conversation
>as it were opened a door to the other world,
>and terror darkened the consciousness
>of the two GPU men who remained alive.
>_______________________________________________________________________
>With insane shouts they both began to shoot
>the two helpless victims who threatened them,
>and they shot until both their revolvers had been emptied.
>_______________________________________________________________________
>Those who had come running at the shots led them away,
>shouting insanely,
>and they themselves fled from the room,
>seized by an unknown terror.
>_______________________________________________________________________
>One of the two GPU men became completely insane.
>_______________________________________________________________________
>The other soon died of nervous shock.
>_______________________________________________________________________
>Before his death,
>this second one told everything to his friend,
>Sergeant Alexei Ikonnikoff,
>who turned to God
>and brought this account of martyrdom
>to the underground (Catcacomb) Orthodox Church.
>_______________________________________________________________________
>For his zealous propagation of it
>he himself soon suffered a martyr's death.
>_______________________________________________________________________
>All three - Lydia, Cyril and Alexi, - have been glorified (canonized)
>as saints by both the underground (Catacomb) and Free Orthodox Church.
>_______________________________________________________________________
>By the prayers of Thy martyrs - Lydia, Cyril and Alexi, - Lord
>Jesus Christ our God, save us and have mercy on us and
>protect us from NATO and the other forces of the cruel and
>ungodly New World Order that wage war against all True Christians
>who stand for Apostolic Truth and an historic Christian faith. Amen.
>_______________________________________________________________________
>Adapted from RUSSIA'S CATACOMB SAINTS - LIVES OF THE NEW MARTYRS
>by Ivan Andreyev and Blessed Hieromonk Seraphim Rose
>St. Herman of Alaska Press - 1982
>_______________________________________________________________________
>
>
>
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