The first twenty years of my life were controlled by the "society". Half of my blood relatives (of course the ones I was closest to) are trapped in the lies of this institution. I hate the religion of Jehovah's Witnesses. That is my attitude toward this religion. I got myself reinstated 3/4 years ago so I could more freely associate with my mother, who recently died of cancer. Of course my JW relatives were there often to visit as well (so were the non JW relatives just so you dont think that the concern for her was just a jw love kinda thing) so I didn't want to have to deal with that weird vibe when they were around. So my attitude toward the JW religion is that I hate it and I will rejoice when it is exposed. My attitude on life is that I love it, I love having one, I love my wife and child, and I am happy with myself.
The worst part of having been raised as a witness was that: had I not been, I would never have been sucked in by them. I never had a choice. But.... I questioned when I was able to. My mother always said I was "too critical". To see here though, the power that this "organization" can have over others, infuriates me even more. I have relatives that are much more intelligent than I am in many respects but still cannot see the forest. The research that has been done by everyone here is so overwhelming, that in this day and age, that people are still being sucked in by them, is ridiculous. I am new to posting here, and none of what I can tell you would compare to what the true (ex)-believers here who had to find proof that the JW's were lying to them in order to leave can tell you. I am grateful for everyone here "fighting the fine fight" though. I am not a confrontational person but I do root for the good guys. Also, while I lean toward the atheistic, agnostic folks ideas, I have nothing against truly compassionate people who happen to believe in a god of some sort. (just don't come to my door telling me that jesus loves me and I have to call myself a sinner in order for him to save me - dying for three days isn't a big deal in my book. Any day I get to sleep for more that 8 hours is a blessing, not a sacrifice.)