This morning I walked over to a 7/ll to get a cup of coffee. As I was leaving, I was approached by this very timid Asian fellow. He wasn't in a suit. He was nicely, but casually dressed. He was so shy and humble and unpretentious that even I was embarrassed.
He showed me a little tract about Peace and Happiness and asked me in a rather broken English accent (and in the most quiet, almost fearful voice) if I had ever seen anything like that before. I said, "Yes, I have." He said, "Well, don't you long to live in a beautiful new world?" I said, "Sure I do, but as I understand it (snicker, snicker) for me to get there it would involve the bloody slaughter by GOD of nearly 6 BILLION people; to end poverty will require the slaughter of nearly 6 BILLION people; to end hunger will require the slaughter of nearly 6 BILLION people; to end disease would require the slaughter of nearly 6 BILLION peole; to end all of man's problems would STILL require the slaughter of nearly 6 BILLION people, 99.99% of this entire planet."
He didn't bat an eye. He's heard that before!
He said, "But, yet we offer you a PEACEFUL way out of that. Accept the Good News we have." I nearly hurled all over him. He was so stuck in the contradictions of dub-think. I felt sorry for him. He offered me a Watchtower. I asked, "Can I just have this?" He said, "yes! please have it." I thought I would get the latest or near latest WT to peruse. He had that inscrutible Asian smile on his face. He had just placed a magazine! He left me with a smile on his face and another stat to add to his stats for that day.
I was happy, too. I had just scored a hard-copy of a mag myself. (The WTS won't give me a subsription. I'm apparently a notorious "apostate." They even denied me a subscription that my Mother tried to get for me. She was told I had to "apply" for one at my local KH. (Whereever the hell THAT is!)
So, as we parted ways, I looked at the cover of my new treasure. The cover said, "Real Happiness What is the Key?" Then I looked at the date: October 15, 1997.
That cheap bastard gave me a four-year-old-mag! It's all probably "old light" by now. Dammit!
On the cover, some little kid about 6 years old is playing in a pond with some ducks, while two older people (presumably his Grandparents are doting and smiling.) Ok. Now I know where "Real Happiness" is to be found: be a kid and play with some ducks while your grandparents watch.
Why didn't I think of that before? Well, at least another dub gave me the "pure words of Truth(tm)" today. I'm glad for him. It makes him feel good.
My parrot needs more paper to line his cage. All is well in FarkelLand.
Farkel
"When in doubt, duck!"