Dear Mom.
Thanks for your email. I must admit that I'm having a hard time understanding why you would send me this little fairytale. Was this supposed to be for my two-year-old daughter? Oh, that's right; I don't have a two-year-old daughter so this must have been meant for me. Do you think I am two? I know your reasoning skills have been severely stunted by years under strict mind-numbing control so that you think this makes sense somehow, but can you please attempt to communicate with me on the level of an adult? Do you send me this stuff because the only way left to defend the organizations life-robbing demands of faithfulness in spite of years of failed promises and prophecies is to abdicate responsibility for your own reasoning and you actually buy into this crap?
Seriously, Mom, you have a brain; it's just been turned off. I know that you could make up a better analogy than this one yourself. You were creative and loving once, you used to love to read and choose your own music. You loved to keep up with current affairs and could put up an intelligent defense for your own positions. Any argument you could come up with yourself would be sure to be more convincing and poignant than this Stepford JW Wife mindless drivel. Give it a try! Turn that incredible mind back on and think for yourself. Get mad at me and shout, but do it in your own words!
I anxiously await your response.
Love,
J