Nice car, Donny. Very pretty green!!!
JV
they say the average person will own about 25 cars in their life time.. from 1982 to 1988 i owned a 1971 dodge challenger convertible.
it had a 340 with a 4 speed stick.
i loved that car.. i didnt cry when my wife left me....i did cry when that car drove out of my life!.
Nice car, Donny. Very pretty green!!!
JV
i don't post a ton here because i'm kinda shy.
http://www.amazon.com/dp/0373892357?tag=thegirsguitoh-20&camp=14573&creative=327641&linkcode=as1&creativeasin=0373892357&adid=038ez4bjpam7bcsze5mq&.
that's the amazon link (which is currently the most affordable, i believe, but it's also available for preorder at b&n, borders, indiebound, and indigo-chapters if you're in canada, if you prefer one of those retailers).. .
Released today. Review at http://ex-jw.com/read-this-book-you-too-could-be-homeless.
Lots of Facebook traffic about this today. I think she is going to be very successful - and it's a very good book.
JV
*i'm posting this in a public place so this person will see it, i'm not sure if they are a member of the board or not but i'm sure they're a lurker*.
dear person who knows my mother, i want you to know that i am not nor have i never been a jw.
yes as you well know i was raised in the org but i was never baptised into it.
You know you have my respect, Mrs. Jones. You are the real thing.
JV
they say the average person will own about 25 cars in their life time.. from 1982 to 1988 i owned a 1971 dodge challenger convertible.
it had a 340 with a 4 speed stick.
i loved that car.. i didnt cry when my wife left me....i did cry when that car drove out of my life!.
My favorite car, the best car I've ever owned is a 1995 Toyota Camry LE 4-cyl automatic.
It has over 205,000 miles on the odometer. It still runs quiet and smooth. Can go 85 MPH all day without complaint. Consistently gets 30-32 MPG on the road, even with the trunk loaded with luggage.
I've owned several Cadillacs, a couple of Chevys, a pair of Pontiacs, two Datsuns (1968-1972), a Datsun 260Z, even a 1990 Honda Accord coupe. But this Toyota that I purchased new in 1995 can't be beat. The only way you could kill this car would be to drop it in a crusher and grind it up.
In spite of the fact that it only gets washed about six or seven times a year and the oil changed just before a long trip, it still looks pretty decent. Here is a photo of it almost ten years ago on California's State Highway 1 near Big Sur and Carmel. The second photo is it parked in front of the Menlo Park Kingdom Hall in December 2010 when I was in the San Francisco Bay area researching my articles on the nasty takeover scandal there.
This car might actually outlive me. If so, I bet one of my grandkids will get it and drive it to college (they're not JWs, thank goodness!)
JV
As posted earlier, I went. But never, ever, never again.
JV
Pistoff's description is right on. I am not a JW, left over 40 years ago for good, but I am an active apostate. This was a good year for me to go as a journalistic pursuit, just to see if anything had really changed, and then to report back on what I discovered, if anything.
I went to a KH that is some distance from my home. I am well known in my area as being an apostate, so the locals avoid my house - although I did get an invitation this year (I describe in another thread their use of children as delivery systems). But I was also given an invitation to this KH from a neighbor who was given one while out shopping or running errands. So I used that as my "ticket to heaven."
The session was to begin at 7:45 (sundown was at 8:00 in my area), so I guess as long as they didn't partake too early, they were technically OK. I arrived about 7:20 and left about 8:50. A spanish congregation was coming in at 9:00 to hold their Memorial service.
I was "love bombed" as soon as I stepped out of my car. Obviously I was a stranger, so everyone from the parking attendants to the COBOE went into "welcome the newbie" mode. Within minutes I was attached at the hip to a mid-30s MS, who invited me to sit with him and his family.
The speaker, who was not the COBOE, was probably chosen for his excellent stage presence and speaking skills. I found him easy to listen to and to follow along with. Sitting next to my "mentor" I found myself forced to read along with him each and every scripture quoted from the stage. It was the same two dozen scriptures that are used in practically every public talk and funeral sermon. After all these years being away, I realized that I could still almost quote them from memory. The opening song (#8 from the new song book) was specific to the Memorial. The end song (#109) was generic about Jesus. I can read music to some degree so I could sing along without embarrassing myself. The speaker gave the opening and closing prayers, while two other elders said the prayer before each emblem was served. Believe me when I tell you that nothing has changed in that regard; the prayers are impromptu and meandering, with repetition and gaps in logic. One brother asked for forgiveness of sins three times in the same prayer. Another mentioned "Your earthly organization" four times in the same prayer, and each of the other brothers used that term at least once in their prayers.
Four elders passed the emblems. The hall had three seating sections, so two elders took the side rows and two others managed the middle section. The hall was completely silent during this activity except for two crying babies. No one seemed to mind the distraction. The talk lasted about 35 minutes and the whole session was just under 45. my guess is that there were over 200 people at this meeting.
At least half the congregation wanted to shake my hand and welcome me. The brother who was my mentor wanted to sign me up for a Bible study right away, but when he realized that I did not live within his area, he offered to refer me to someone closer. Yeah, like anyone will want to study with "The Apostate in the Neighborhood." I could tell that observing geographic boundaries was still important to JWs.
In all honesty, if I didn't know the truth about "The Truth" (TM), I could easily be caught up in the friendly atmosphere and love bombing that happens at this stage. Sitting there at that meeting I could see no obvious signs of the control and underlying evil that is present.
A few side observations:
1. The elders all looked like GB wannabees. High-dollar tailored suits. Styled hair cuts. Starched white shirts. Very few smiles. My guess is that this is a very conservative congregation. All of those in power seemed to be over 55.
2. The KH was spotless. My mentor told me that it had been completely refurbished a couple of years before. NO windows, drive through portal in front, small meeting rooms at the back. Sound system was impeccable. One MS in the front jumped up each time to adjust the mikes for prayers and the speaker. Very clean. Nice neighborhood.
3. The women all wore dresses and heels, except for some of the elderly. The new style for JW women seems to be the longer straight skirts dating back to the 1950s, the ones that end about 8 inches above the ankle. Maybe these are back in style, but it looks like a group of Joan Crawfords walking around. A couple were wearing 3-inch heels and showing some leg (and rightfully so), but most were dressed in rather dowdy styles.
4. There were a few men in attendance with close cut beards. They were obviously not MS or elders. So they may have been unbaptized or visitors. One brother, while nicely dressed, had dreadlocks and some facial hair. Again, obviously not an MS or elder.
So my overall impression was that this was a pretty typical JW Kingdom Hall. From a purely outsider impression I'd say they were all very nice to me, very welcoming, they all seemed to get along. I could see no obvious negatives about the Hall. My mentor was very enthusiastic, friendly, helpful and I believe totally committed to the organization. I actually felt bad about not accepting his offer to set up a Bible study with me.
I once again realize how easy it can be to get sucked into this organization. It's kind of like a kitchen trash can: all shiny and clean on the outside, but filled with garbage, germs, and rot on the inside.
JV
ok before i start i know my mum was um "special" and had some, well...... bizzare training ideas.. .
i was one of 7 kids, dad didnt help much coz he was sick, so my mum was left to run the 'ship' and she did it with an iron fist.. .
we were never late for a meeting we sat, parents and 2 kids in one row the other 5 in row in front.
Sorry to bring this unhappy thread back to the top, but unfortunately it is still very relevant.
I just heard a story on a local radio station that the police were filing charges against an older couple for child abuse. Apparently a school teacher had noticed that their kids (including a couple of foster children) had noticeable bruises and welts on their legs. When the kids were asked how they got the bruises they answered "we got spankings because we were naughty."
Details were very limited in the radio story (as they always are in less than 30 seconds), but at the end I heard the announcer say that the couple were "known to be very religious and belonged to the local Kingdom Hall of Jehovah's Witnesses."
I'm hoping to see something in print on this - as the story came and went so fast I didn't hear the town or any names of the people charged.
As a child of Jehovah's Witnesses in the 1950s and 60s, my brother and I were spanked by hand, occasionally slapped, and beaten with my father's belt. As I look back, we were really pretty good kids and rarely made any noises or created problems at the Kingdom Hall. We'd get spanked more often for being "smart mouthed," or sassy to our parents - or talking in bed at night after lights out. The exception was our sister, who was more of a trouble maker, but I doubt was ever actually spanked, but had to suffer the indignity of being sent to her room for 20 minutes or losing the privilege of seeing a friend.
I think I averaged a decent spanking about once a week until I was about 12. The last good belt licking I got when I was almost 16.
My younger brother could be beligerant when he was in the mood. He'd decide that he would not cry no matter how hard my dad would whail on him. One time he was sent to our room to await dad's arrival with the belt. He found a comic book and stuck it inside his pants to absorb the hits. My dad came in and forced my brother to lay over the edge of the bed and started smacking him with his heavy leather work belt. Fortunately, my dad held the end with the buckle, but there were still metal rivets in the holes at the other end of the belt.
No matter how hard my dad would hit him, my brother would not cry even though tears were shooting out of his eyes. He would just grit his teeth and clinch his fists as dad pounded on him. My brother was madder than my dad was at that point, and this was a kid who was about only 9 or 10 at the time. When my father realized that he had a comic book in his pants, he pulled it out and then tore it up - and then really started wailing on my brother. I don't know how long it laster - to me it seemed like an eternity - but finally my mother came in the room and said, "That's enough. He's had enough. You need to go calm down." My dad yelled a couple of times and added some kind of restriction to the punishment, but he finally walked out of the room.
I'm sure that if we had a gun in the house, my brother would have grabbed it and shot my dad dead at that very moment.
From then on my brother's relationship with our father was always tenous. I think it really scarred them both. I don't ever remember my dad using the belt on him again. My brother and I remember that event like it was yesterday, and unfortunately whenever we talk at length about my dad, that event always seems to come up during the conversation. My brother loved dad, but he never forgot that beating.
But for the Witnesses, my dad would have been right to punish my brother like that - while my mother would have been wrong for telling my father to stop. Both of them died JWs. My brother and I both left forever the first chance we got.
JV
memorial is here, and it is the perfect time for me to make my big announcement.
i want this community to be the first to know.. i have finished writing my novel!
angels and women is the story of judge rutherford and the early history of the watchtower.
muzzy,
Getting an 'ataboy' from brizzzy is a very good thing. Her new book is amazing. Even more amazing, it's her first book!!! It's easy to read, always interesting, shocking, traumatic and dramatic, and most importantly TRUE!!!
And hey guys, don't be fooled by that title. Her book is obviously from a young woman's point of view - and she is the main character - you will soon realize that her story could just as easily have been experienced by a young man.
I've read an advanced copy (which I found excellent), and the final version can only be better. She has set the bar very high for the rest of us who want to write a book about anything.
Everyone on this board, yes even those of you in England and Scotland!!!!!! should get this book and read every freakin' word. Do not skip a page. I guarantee you will not be disappointed.
JV
memorial is here, and it is the perfect time for me to make my big announcement.
i want this community to be the first to know.. i have finished writing my novel!
angels and women is the story of judge rutherford and the early history of the watchtower.
muzzy,
You have an email headed your way.
JV2
we salute you.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=shci6ve-ple.
I'm going this year, just for the hell of it. My wife has been out of town for several weeks taking care of personal business - so no naughty-naughty for me. So if I go to a KH tomorrow night and act all impressed and shit, maybe I will be.......................(wait for it!)
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Love Bombed!!!!!
I'll let you all know if I get any tingles or hot flashes.
JV