All these things combine to produce the deadness of spirit and stagnation so evident in Watchtower doings. Nothing will change unless some major outside event forces it, or "King Saul" dies.
Right you are, Alan. Case(s) in point:
Last year at a "special supplementary" session to the annual meeting, Jarascz opened with, "There's been a lot of speculation about this meeting, brothers." This was followed by a collective noise that was someplace between a gasp and a loud sigh, with some laughter thrown in. There was a palpable air of expectation, which went completely unfilled when he followed with: "It's not wise to second guess Mother." That let the air out of everyone's tires and the next several hours were devoted to a sales pitch for Society tours to Italy and Russia. And then it was over, everyone repaired to the bar across the street, many beers were consumed by the hundreds of elders and their obviously dispirited wives (who had been under the mistaken impression that morning that they were in for something really special).
During roughly the same time period, Jarascz presided over one of those two day elders "schools," the one in which the Society showed that it had heard the cries of the people for relief and announced the implementation of the Book Study OVERSEER arrangement, designed obviously to do two things: give the elders more work to do, and hold the publisher's beautifully shod feet closer to the fire. At the end of the session, in rambling concluding remarks, Jarascz said something that absolutely astonished some of us. Disparaging what he saw as a weakness among elders for "constant entertainment" on weekends, he strongly suggested we didn't need to go out or have social gatherings "every" weekend, and suggested we use that time more wisely. His recommendation? "Go back and read all the society's publications, back to 1919, get to know your organization's history." That, he said, is what he did to while away the hours.
I'm thinking, if many of these elders took that advice, the ones with thinking ability would be sorely perplexed and knocked right out of the truth. But perhaps the old fart realizes nobody will take his suggestion seriously. Nevertheless, he is totally out of touch, or he's devious, or both.