Snakes,
You asked me howI knew the elders are spy machines. Well when I moved to Ontario beside my mom and dad I had a new pick up truck. Very few people hadn't seen it yet, so my father asks me if he can use the truck for some elder work, He said people in the Hall know my car but not yours. So anyway I was really quite reluctant. I for one thought that is low down and rotten. He said he wanted to see if one of the brothers in the KH was committing any wrong doing. I said yea I guess so . I heard later on that although he wasn't spotted, Ones in the congregation says my father likes to spy on people, on brother and his wife told me that they had seen my father laying low in a deep ditch out side some ones property.
And I told you he spied on my alot. It was pathetic. I can't imagine someone stooping that low to catch someone of guard. One day in the later part of the the day, I went to a resturant which also has a sit down bar. When I was sitting down with my friends that were not witnesses I asked them if they would excuse me for a few minutes alone as my father was walking into the resturant. When you enter the resturant the lounge is right in front of you, I watched my father from t he corner of my good eye and saw him go by me and he pretended to be looking all over the resturant for this brother. As he approached the exit he turned to me and I was looking at him square in the face and he said oh, have you seen brother so and so hear. I said no not at all. Then he smirked and walked out. I quickly ran over to the table where these freinds of mine were. I explained as you guys now I am a JW and that was my father spying on me that is why I moved because all he needed was to see me sitting with someone who were not witnessses and I would be up at the JC for having association with worldly people. I said I can go indepth further later on. They were appauled some father would be spying on his adult children. I told them, you have no idea what kind of father I have. So the three of us watched my father get into his car and it was a fair distance from the resturant, I figure he saw my car and thought gee I am going to catch that kid drunk one of these days. Well it never happened. AS my father pulled out of the parking lot I shot to my car and got into it. Dashed fast to practically be a couple of cars behind him. The light was red and I thought as soon as that light changes I am going to get to the gas station before he realizes I past him. After pretending to purchase gas my father passed the station and then I took of like a bat out of hell and made it right beside his car and the two of us locked eyes and then I put my foot to the metal and got out of his way and I was the first one home. What a stupid thing I did when we moved right next door to my parents.
He spied on me morning noon and night their bedroom window faced the front of my house so he would peak everytime I would pull in. At night time when it was dark, I would turn may head lights off and put my car in neutral and coast into the drive way. If I had purchased beer I would go in the back door as our back doors were not to far from each other but he build a deck so high that we couldln't see what he was doing . but I could get into my house with out him getting past his deck to see what was in my hand. He use to go to establishments I would go to . There was this nice resturant on HWY 11 north called Barclay Square, it was managed by an aquaintance who worked in the same realestate office as me dad. She didn't like my parents. Who did for that matter? Anyway they started going to the resturant on a regualar basis, they never did before but seeing how I would be there they come in to see if and how many drinks I had and if I was able to stand up. I hated it they pissed me off fiercely. Talk about chutzpah they took the reward for it.
I just was a wreck trying to second guess my father. He really despised me. I can't figure out what the hell I ever did to him, but being the first born and mom only just being 15 when she was pregnant with me may have something to do with the fact he was a constant shadow. Just waiting in the side so as to pounce on me.
He won a small victory in 88 when I was acquised my two morons in the hall that my father was thick as theives with and it is as if he my father that is had these witnesses spying on me. You'd be surprised how many witnesses Iwould run in on any given day.
Sugar I could write an encyclopedia about the escapades of my dad and the other elders in that congregation.
Orangefatcat is now free as a bird and I am a happy camper now. And no I don't get drunk but I like a few beers when I am with friends at my home or their home. most ly thier homes as my place is the size of a postage stamp.
Orangefatcat has spoken SLIBWSLIBD
