minimus,
I'm going to take you on your word with this one:
: took care of the public talks for years. I tried to get different subjects as well as good speakers, but that didn't always work, especially in the summertime. You could schedule anyone and be assured either of a cancellation or a fill-in that stunk. It's hard to be choosy sometimes. As far as the brother listening to judge the quality of the talks, this is nothing new. It's been stated to do this for years. I remember at one school, a CO saying that the brother shouldn't make the speaker nervous by obviously following along on the outline. The reality is, almost nobody fulfills this role but the most die-hards.
That being said, I was about the ONLY guy (I was 23, 24 years old an arrogant as shit. Still am. Just a a lot older now!) in my congo that could fill in for the public talk when the speaker didn't show up (this happened fairly often. The scheduled speaker was either hung over or just didn't care.) and the hall was filled on a Sunday. The PO would hand me an outline and I would march up on the stage with nothing but that outline and my Bible and deliver a great public talk. People loved my Public Talks(tm). They had spice and anecdotes and stories and humor. But they always proferred the Watchtower Party Line(tm) of doctrine and other nonsense. In otherwords, they had EVERYTHING the Watchtower Printing Corporation HATED: someone different, who actually made people laugh and think. They HATE this!
My favorite public talk was called something like "The Meaning of Jesus' Parables." I had a ball with that one, and got many halls to laugh at my way of presenting it. I cracked jokes and I got the audience involved with that one. I was then assigned to give that talk in Watts, Los Angeles. I was the only white guy in that congo. I told my jokes and smiled my smiles and delivered my talk, and the audience was stone-dead straight-faced the whole hour. That was the most miserable and unhappy congregation I ever visited, and believe me, I visited dozens of them.
"Whitey with the 'bad jokes' just gathered up his notes and left that congo." No one said 'thanks' or anything.
Dubs are a miserable people. I do feel sorry for them. Especially when they don't like my jokes.
Farkel