The original "Invasion of the Body Snatchers"
the way people could change overnight into robots, no natural emotions.
I think The Village was a near perfect analogy
i've seen where some former jws compare the wts to certain movies or books (such as the village and 1984).
i just wondered what movies or books reminded you of the wts and why?
did you draw this conclusion before or after you left the organization?
yesterday, my brother and his son were in town visiting.
me and the wife decided to go out and get some pizza to bring back for supper.. when we pulled up to the pizza shop, a guy came up to the car window and gave us his sob story about how he had cancer removed, how he refused to stay in the homeless shelter, and presented a stack of papers stapled together along with his mb health card.
he asked for any change that we may have.
My mother was walking to her car after leaving the market. A panhandler approaches her and says he's had nothing to eat in two days, can she help? Without a word she reaches into a bag and hands him a loaf of bread. With a stunned look he takes the bread, walks off about twenty feet and tosses it into the landscaping.
Last year in downtown Portland an aggressive panhandler walks up to a guy who has just got off a bus. The man ignores him and walks on. The bum follows him and starts giving him a bunch of abuse. The man turns around, pulls a huge .44 cal revolver out of his jacket and blows the bums brains out. Turns out the guy with the gun was a paranoid mental patient living in a halfway house. End of story.
Most all the freeway offramps in our area have more or less permanent beggar installations, folding chair, umbrella, etc. The busy ones are manned in 3 shifts. When they go off shift they leave the same cardboard sign ("cancer, anything helps, God Bless" "Disabled vet- need food", etc. ) for the next guy.
wifey and i were basically non-drinkers whilst in the dubland fantasy.
now we drink an occasional glass of wine or pina colada.. we're not very imaginative with it.
i know some understand the fruit of the vine well [like our buddy in oz, ozzie] and others enjoy mixed drinks.. which ones - and how do you make 'em?.
wifey and i were basically non-drinkers whilst in the dubland fantasy.
now we drink an occasional glass of wine or pina colada.. we're not very imaginative with it.
i know some understand the fruit of the vine well [like our buddy in oz, ozzie] and others enjoy mixed drinks.. which ones - and how do you make 'em?.
Keep a bottle of good gin (I like Boodles) in the freezer until it pours like corn syrup. In a martini glass pour in one capful of dry vermouth, add gin to near rim. Drop in a couple of big green olives, I like the ones that are stuffed with Jalapeno or Blue cheese (!) Stab an olive with a toothpick and swirl gently, sip and nibble. Oh Baby oh baby! I'm in the New World!
landis' mennonite hometown celebrates'we are disappointed with the lifestyle he lives, but i love him,' one says.
farmersville, pa. - as floyd landis crossed the tour de france finish line sunday, his devout mennonite parents were riding their own bicycles home from church.. paul and arlene landis were so confident their son would win the cyclings greatest race they didnt have to choose between going to church and watching it on tv at a neighbors house.. im glad we didnt have to make that choice.
church is very important to us, arlene landis said.
When he was interviewed by satellite by ABC this am the reporter asked him if he had spoken to his family yet. He said no he hadn't had the opportunity. So the reporter said "well why don't you go ahead and speak to them now, they're probably watching" He smiled and said, "Well, they don't watch TV but maybe if they are at a neighbors..." Kind of a faux pax by the reporter.
yesterday something happened that really pissed me off.
i was walking out of a store that has two doors you have to walk through... the inner door and the outer door.
basically a small foyer.. as i'm going through the inner door i notice a woman is behind be so i go on through and hold the door for her... she went right on through without a word and then went through the outer door, pushed it open and then let it fly back into my face.
I go into my post office everyday and the entrance doors are so heavy little old ladies have to pull them open far enough to get their hip in and then push and skitter in before the door knocks them down. I often run ahead of them to get the door and let them in first. Nine times out of ten they thank me very kindly, but there is the occasional one who act as though they are the Queen of England - don't even look at me or speak as they enter. When this happens I have the urge to give them a little smack on the keester as they go buy and say, "get along little doggie".
my relatives that are still witnesses, always hate it when i say one thing to them, more then any others ... .
"are you going to church tonight?
"were you at church?".
Play dumb and say in a friendly tone,
"Oh, you're the folks that keep saying the world is coming to an end and then keep putting it off?"
"Oh, you're the people who forbid blood tranfusions. I understand a lot of your members died because of it, but now your not as strict?"
"Oh, you're the church that has so many pedofiles but won't turn them in?"
"Oh, you're the church that forbids its members to read anything critical of it?"
Keep this list by the front door.
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http://www.box.net/public/pzqmcy50j5 .
(i get the distinct impression that our dear friend mary is responsible for this rant....) .
dear kotex.
i recently noticed that the peel-off strip of my pantiliner had a bunch of kotex tips for life" on it.
it is eye opening how much we were all blinded.
3rd generation witness.