That was one thing that I felt Jehovah would use to cheat me out of ever having anything to do with the opposite sex, forever. That is, until the April 1995 Puketower study article came up and took that ball.
The doctrine is that, if a person dies, he would be resurrected and not able to marry. The illustration, specious to me, was that a person had seven wives in sequential order. Each one died in turn, then the person married the next who also died. After all 7 of them died, he himself died. The question was, which one he would be married to in the resurrection. The answer was that, not only would the marriages all be ended, but that he would never marry again. They extended that to include anyone that died single--such person would be cheated out of ever marrying (or enjoying sex). Of course, they didn't call it cheating.
To me, that is a total waste. You die, get resurrected, and all you have to look for is endless celibacy. What fxxxing kind of reward is that? I thought that they used life as a reward, not a punishment! And, suppose the end didn't come for another 100 years or so, and they had successfully got every single one of the sisters to reject me and using that lie that it would be different in the "new" order, only to have it come the day after I died. Then I am going to get resurrected so I can serve the God that sabotaged my fulfillment? To me, that is the absolute stupidest thing they could ever do short of blaming Satan for causing the sisters to reject me and then setting up such situation at subsequent a$$emblies, followed by telling me as official theocraptic arrangement to just meet other men.
Needless to say, they no longer have any of my respect, nor do they ever have any means to gain it back. They tell me to stay off this site, and not only I look at it but I join and start beating up on the Watchtower Society. They tell me not to listen to rap, I have every filthy rap CD I could find. They tell me not to celebrate Christmas, so I have the most decorated apartment in the complex and possibly in the 98th percentile in the whole neighborhood. They tell me not to have a Ouija board, I went out and bought one (at that, on the day of the 2006 Crapmorial to which I did not go). They tell me to go to all the meetings; I haven't been to one since the 2005 Crapmorial. They want me to take "advantage" of my celibacy and take a "privilege" that is only open to single men, so I don't go out in field circus at all (and I tell anyone that asks to visit an apostate Web site). And so on.
