These are simple folks, after all and they are proud of that fact. You would find a better and more reasoned debate with Bibleman in your nearest dumpster than you'll find in here.
I'm not the brightest bulb in the batch, and I'm the first to admit it. I don't know how proud I am of it. There's not much solace in knowing that average is the most you can hope you. It wasn't always like that. Once, long ago, my mind was quick and flawless and I could (and did) debate against learned men. With all due respect, I defended my Witness beliefs with a focused brilliance that rivaled your own.
But that was the Before Time. Now my past and the present has dulled what I was once. It is too bad. And so I fall back on all that I have left: I care. I know what it was like to hurt and write in agony, and I also know what it took to escape that place. I can no longer offer intelligence, but I can offer a hand in friendship and a warm heart. It's not much I know, but it's all I have. I wish I had more to offer. I really do.
I can't debate like I used to. My mind wants to switch to a gear, that just isn't there anymore. It is too bad.