Daniel P
How shall I dish it to you, like at Bethel, do I serve it to the left or to the right?
Which side did you sit on? You have Top Priority, ahead of the other posters; you have my full focused attention.
In fact, I think you are full of crap.
I feel a story coming on. How high and what colour you want it? Like your logo, black or white, speared by a tongue of red?
Now here is a subject I can be happy to discuss. I grew up on the stuff. I got hauled up before the teacher in grade two for throwing snowballs at the girl’s outhouse, no plumbing or running water in those days. As kids we used to go through the fields and turn over dried cow pies where the wormdies not for fish bait. When there was no snow balls, we fired dried up horse buns. One Jdub girl I used to know told how she as a kid, ran through the fields barefoot and enjoyed moist hot cow pancakes squishing up between her toes.
In the late fall, just before Christmas, for the first time I went door to door in northern BC town of Quesnel. I met, out in the boonies, an old farmer who was really pizzed off with JWs. He said that in the Awake magazine, Christmas was denigrated by an article in the magazine, which said that a load of cow manure would be delivered to one’s door for Christmas. Being only studying for a few months and quite naïve, I said I would look it up and verify it. Lo and behold, looking up the mag for the year before, the first article in the Awake, the first paragraph, gave the offer for a load of manure to be delivered to your door for Christmas. He was right! But with one small oversight. Just as some on this thread do not understand or overlook the two little marks. “..…” in the title of this thread, the ole farmer was not aware that the article was commencing with a quotation from an advertisement for a truck load of manure for Christmas. But he was right about one thing, the article was denigrating Christmas. Look it up, it is an Awake just before xmas of 1952 or maybe year before.
Moving on. After the Gilead graduation ceremonies ,spring of 1960, I along with two other students (grade A’s) spent most of the night after midnight cleaning shitters and the rest of the premises. I had given over my bed to a Bethelite who is now on the governing board of one of the Society’s corporations.
In Pakistan we had to tread carefully between the dog turds in the yard as we walked to dilapidated unplumbed servant quarters used as the missionary home, a left-over from old British colonial days.
Oh ya, one other thing, even now, twice a week, I give my wife a break and go and change diapers of an eighty- eight year old air force vet.
Now getting back to the Bible, I have made a study of the subject, in hand. Scully and I posted an expose of the dung gate of Jerusalem, and how the kings of Israel fled through it at night and headed for the desert. It is a prefiguration of how the Governing body, now and in the future are fleeing from their sanctuary in a figurative way. I have also made a study of the dung heap of Gehenna, found Judas Iscariot’s bones there. Some day I will put some flesh on it and give him a breath of fresh air.
So, Daniel P, thank you for your post, please be genuinely assured, I do not choose to convince you of one damn thing.
As for reply to you other posters, my wife, still into nest building, says I got to cool it for a while. I will switch to night shift and answer your posts as quickly as possible.
belbab, ah, that feels better.
