a list of carnal ... ... ...

i.e. worldly, separate from and contrary to Life, Truth, Purity, Faith, and Love.
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the u.s.government will not allow that which is bad, even fatal, to be listed, publicized, exposed, divulged, or brought out to the light to be seen.
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one group last century tried to publicize a known and present threat, a danger to health and life, that was being shipped willy-nilly all over the country.
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the money-makers, the sellers, the profiteers,
the ones responsible for not just putting lives in jeopardy but worse.....
they won,
and got the truth telling group silenced in court - with a very effective (worldly-wise) permanent gag on the media (tv, newspapers,books, public appearances of any)...
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but the one who comes only to k.ll, ste.l, and d.str.y, he is allowed to go on - every day, every station, every commercial, every broadcast(news et al) every newspaper, every ad, .. .. .. .. ..
...just as in the day of Noah,
...just as in sodom and gomorrah,
...so it is in the last hour, the last generation,
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is it not written in the book?
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yes, so it is.

Dr. Bronner's Soap
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Thanks! I didn't know until the last 30 minutes that his was/is one of the ONLY honest businesses in the u.s.
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[FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]Reporters can't believe 2 million bottles are packed by hand, but you saw it. Four to five people, not working fast, pack them with no machines. Corporate America wants us to believe that you have to have machinery and pollution if you want products; that we can't make money if we share profits with workers. We are proving them wrong and loving it. The business is still run out of a California bedroom that Dad converted into an office. The two secretaries can look out the window and see our cats and orange trees.[/FONT]
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[FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif] I have no friends in the corporate world of briefcases and ties. They only want to buy us out, tell us how to double our sales, or get something out of us. My friends are the people stocking the shelves, cutting the carrots in the food pantries, and shopping in stores all over America. Three times a year, we go to a national convention. That's the only marketing we do. The other booths have slick Madison Avenue salesmen grabbing you and handing you brochures. We're just crowded into our little booth with a picture of Dad on the wall.
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And people hug us and tell us how wonderful our soaps are.
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I would be in jail if I put on the label the claims that people make for our soap: Gets rid of warts. Cures eye infections. One woman showed me her teeth. "Don't they look beautiful?" she said. It turned out she brushes with the almond soap. A dentist she hadn't been to in two years wanted to know what she was using, because she had no plaque and no cavities. "Doesn't it foam?" I asked her. "Of course," she said. "My kids like to watch me brush so they can see Mom foam."
An animal-rescue operation wrote to tell us that an application of Dr. Bronner's gets rid of fleas and ticks. We mention that, but we don't push it, because if I say it's good for fleas and ticks, people won't believe it's also a wonderful body soap.
In Charleston, South Carolina, a shark fisherman saw the sign on my car: dr. bronner's magic soap. He stopped me and said our soap was the best he'd ever used for getting the fish smell off his hands. A farmer from Willard, Wisconsin, bought a case because he said it was the best for re-moving the smell of cow [wash my mouth][wash my mouth][wash my mouth][wash my mouth]. This is the same soap Martha Stewart says is great for mosquitoes and Parenting magazine raves about for your skin. It's also the same soap that's number one among models, whose skin is their career. We don't push it on them; they call us. A photographer who'd been photographing models for eighteen years once said to me, "You wouldn't believe how often I saw your soap in the dressing rooms." [/FONT]
.[FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]The low-tech Bronner factory in Escondido was a world apart from the smelly factories I saw when I was growing up in Milwaukee. Surrounded by eucalyptus trees, the building emits no noise. There's no smoke and no odor except for the occasional whiff of peppermint, almond, eucalyptus, lemon, aloe vera, rose, or lavender. The day's work orders are scribbled on a chalkboard. Liquid soap is stored in elevated vats and gravity-fed into tubes handled by four women who fill bottles in a room below. With fifteen employees, the company produces 1.5 million bottles a year, as well as bar soap, all packed by hand, with no machinery.
David Bronner, Ralph's nephew and the company president, showed me around and told me about his grandfather. Dr. Emanuel Bronner was an eccentric who railed loudly and publicly against such "evils" as fluoridated water, communism, false religions, and poor health practices.[/FONT]

meanwhile.... a great enormous and preposterously expensive hoax is willingly perpetrated and almost universally accepted all over america, on every tv station, in every city (except ".........")...