Hound Adams wrote:

On Wed, 20 May 2026 14:12:46 +1000
Pierre Choderlos de Laclos <bruce@invalid.invalid> wrote:

On Wed, 20 May 2026 01:45:42 GMT, ItsJoanNotJoAnn@webtv.net
<user4742@newsgrouper.org.invalid> wrote:

Hank Rogers <Hank@nospam.invalid> posted:

ItsJoanNotJoAnn@webtv.net wrote on 5/19/2026 5:56 PM:

The most noticeable difference in any butter I could taste was
Amish butter. WOW! That's been _several_ years ago and it was
$9.00 per pound at the time.

Yoose sure those weren't Hiwayans dressed in black amish clothes?

Were they driving a real horse and buggy?

Hahahahaaa, no. They had an 'English' man (Amish name for non-Amish
people) selling all their goodies. There were many, many homemade
goodies for sale.

If their children don't want to live the Amish way, they kick them out
and "shun" them. They don't want any contact with them anymore. To me
that says cult.

Why does _their cultural system_ make the slightest impact in your life
to where you would need to obsess over it?

There's a book on 4th floor that deals with this, titled, "Shunned,"
about a young girl kicked out of her religion. I can reference it at
will and thus am relatively godlike on the subject.

What I wanted to say is that these religions kick people out of the
religions in order that good songs be written and recorded such as the
one by Oingo Boingo:

Oh, Mary was unhappy with the life that she led
She was a simple girl without much to say
So, one day, she upped and left her dreary home
And she left all her friends to wander all alone
And at first, she was afraid?she was so far away
From her home?but slowly, she got to like it anyway
Oh, Mary, won't please come....

Well, in time, she found that
Mountain that she had been taught
Her whole life that she must avoid
And though at first, it hurt and no one could comfort her
She finally came to appreciate it
And she liked it, she liked it?oh, wasn't she surprised
And though still alone, she grew so much inside
Oh, Mary, won't you please come....

And after a time, she became so sublime
She could look in people's eyes and read their minds
Though her hands would sometimes bleed, and occasionally
She would long for her past and the memories they bring
She decided to return to her old hometown
And her heart was burning with all the things she found
Oh, Mary, won't you please come....

So, Mary came back, and at first,
No one recognized her face
And all her friends were a little bit afraid
When they heard what she had to say,
They all slowly backed away
And her family took her aside and put their arms around her
They said, "Mary, won't you please come back to us now
"There is still time to repent for all your sins."
And Mary started to cry when she realized
That she'd never come home again in her life
Oh, Mary, won't you please come...
Mary, won't you please come home....

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