Masons

“[b]MASONS

there are two types of masons
1) MASONS WHO BUILD HOUSES AND STUFF LIKE THAT AND
2) MASONS WHO GO TO (NOT SO SECRET) ORGANIZATIONS TO TALK ABOUT THE SUPREME ARCHITECT OF THE UNIVERESE WHICH I BELIEVE IS GOD.

THERE IS ALOT TO GO IN TO AND I KNOW MUCH ABOUT THEM I EVEN HAVE A MASONIC RITUAL BOOK OF ALABAMA.”

“Well heck, I'm the only one who knows the secret occult meaning behind the Mason Jar *

You'll get a clue if you can read between the lines.”

“They Live!”

“I drink moonshine out of a mason jar. Does that count?”

“I'd tell you, but then I'd have to track you down...”

“I have seen the fnords.”

“i deleted this post. sorry, but it was not loving. i wish the masons well
last edited: 9/29/05 1:36:25 PM”

“I do, too. A branch of the Mason run the Shriner's hospitals, where kids badly need of treatment can't get top notch care for free. Not many other organizations do something like that for that - that is open to all in need.

It doesn't mean we can't joke about them, though. I would have joined if they didn't exclude women from membership.”

“Couldn't you wear trousers, pin your hair up under your hat and wear a fake mustache?”

“I used to cover Christmas parties that the police put on for kids in a Shriners hospital. The kids were being treated for what looked to be horrid injuries. Kids would be wheeled down in beds swathed in bandages, looking in really bad shape. The cops paid for the Phillie Phanatic to come out, and Dave Raymond would walk into the hall, look around, take stock, and then put on the costume.

He made it a point to stick that fuzzy green snout into every kid's face in the room, and then would go through the wards where kids were too sick to even get wheeled down to the party.

It was great to watch those kids break into a smile when that fuzzy green snout was stuck in their face.

I moved on to another paper. I miss those parties.

Shriners, cops, and the Phillie Phanatic making horribly injured kids smile. That was a real Christmas treat.”