Hehehehehe... I remember the original song. My grandfather made a tape of old songs from the 40's and 50's for us when we were little (back when people had tape players... ) Great parody.
-T.
i received this song by randy baker via jan groenveld and would ike to post it here for the benefit of ones who have missed it.. the 2nd and 4th line of ea stanza have an implied rhyme, indicated by the ( ), that goes with the last word on the 1st and 3rd lines.. watchtower and awke (sing to the tune of 'sweet violets'--let me know if you know that tune!).
there once was an elder who stood at my door,.
he said i was wicked, my wife was a-( ).
Hehehehehe... I remember the original song. My grandfather made a tape of old songs from the 40's and 50's for us when we were little (back when people had tape players... ) Great parody.
-T.
* http://www.bergen.com/region/absco08200104085.htm.
this is the second article i've seen in the past year about bright witness kids going to regular colleges.
(the other one was about twin brothers down in florida, i believe.
Hello, all,
I have to admit I had forgotten about the "divided household" bit. The only one of my friends to get any schooling beyond high school had an "unbelieving" father. And she only went to a two-year certification program. And she auxiliary pioneered at the same time. I think that's also the only reason why her younger sister (junior high age) is allowed to play the flute in the school band.
Of course, part of me is kicking myself for having bought all of the "extracurriculars are bad" arguments myself; I remember my best friend Kristin being so excited that she was going to try out for the school play in seventh grade, and my first reaction was to wonder if it was proper (gah!). (Her step-mom made her quit anyways.) Ditto for why I never tried out for the track team, joined the band, went on a school trip to France, etc, etc - it was "my" choice 'cause I was such a good witness kid. At least I got to go to college...
And I have to agree with you Kristen... who here remembers any of the old light from before they were witnesses? Organ transplants aren't cannibalism, vaccinations have always been okay, Jehovah never lived in the Pleiedes, aluminum is not demonic, grapes do not cure cancer, no articles ever appeared saying black people would become white in the new system, and so forth.
-Tergiversator, who says we've always been at war with Eastasia
we all know how this works, just give us your best caption for this pic' .
[why do i get the feeling that 'gutter' will crop up more than once?].
nic'.
"Mom, why is everyone smiling about a song that says 'they are gifts from God, he says use the rod..'?"
i was reading through some of you guys old postings and i was laughing so hard.
some of you guys still believe the strange things your mom and dad said but didnt explain like not eating count chocula cereal.
didnt ever occur to you that maybe your parents thought that keeping you away from something as simple as a cartoon dracula might be in your best interests?
Mommie Dark:
Please explain to me how a cartoon chocolate vampire is a glaring example of spiritual degradation.
How can you even ask such a silly question? Cartoon chocolate is an unholy thing. We must have only the real stuff. Lots of it. And as far as the vampire bit goes, WE are supposed to suck the life out of the CHOCOLATE, not the other way around.
Hope this helps,
-Tergiversator, More Chocolate and Less Cartoons Class
i found hourglass2 outpost, a forum "for jehovah's witnesses and interested ones", on the internet several years ago; as i recall, around november 1996. from that time on i have constantly seen references to ray franz's book, crisis of conscience.
i never felt any compulsion to read the book, however, having concluded simply through discussion and reasoning on the well-documented evidence in their own writings that the wbts was a sham.
i just didn't feel like devoting as much of my time and attention as it would take to read an entire 400-page book divulging in meticulous detail the corruption rampant in that organization.. recently, though, i decided to buy and read the book anyway.
I didn't read Crisis of Conscience until I had already been out for several months - I knew there were problems with doctrine, and organizational problems, and plenty of other things, which was why I left. But reading it took away all of the last shreds of lingering little doubts that maybe, even with all of its flaws, the organization still had something to it (else why would I have believed in it so long?).
It was such a relief, to realize it was just a bunch of men muddling their way through convoluted doctrines and practices, making colossal blunders (the Malawi/Mexico thing was just absurd), and generally showing no signs of being "spirit-directed".
It was also kind of sad to read... Ray Franz was disfellowshipped the day I was born, and wrote his book not long after. In the time since, my mom was lured in, I grew up in the organization, believed in it, got baptized, got disillusioned, and left. When's it ever going to stop?
-T.
ive been thinking a lot about this subjection thing that is so much a part of wt teaching.. i mean, what is the point of it?
who does it benefit?.
why cant couples work out a who does what pattern that suits themselves, why should they pay any heed to the wtbtss edicts about women being in subjection?.
Why can’t couples work out a ‘who does what’ pattern that suits themselves, why should they pay any heed to the WTBTS’s edicts about women being in subjection?
That's what I always wondered about, Englishman, but hey, what did I know? I was just a feeble minded young woman.
-tergiversator, who knew enough to say "I'm outta here"
* a fierce gust of wind blew 45-year-old vittorio luise's car into a. river near naples, italy, in 1983. he managed to break a window, climb.
out and swim to shore -- where a tree blew over and killed him.. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------.
* mike stewart, 31, of dallas was filming a movie in 1983 on the dangers.
How 'bout this one:
A smiling woman and boy knocked on John Wortendyke's door one morning with some newsprint magazines, study workbooks and what they called "the truth."They were Jehovah's Witnesses.
(from * http://www.sptimes.com/News/040901/Floridian/When_belief_and_blood.shtml)
Sounds like a pretty bad day to me...
-T.
* http://www.bergen.com/region/absco08200104085.htm.
this is the second article i've seen in the past year about bright witness kids going to regular colleges.
(the other one was about twin brothers down in florida, i believe.
* http://www.bergen.com/region/absco08200104085.htm
This is the second article I've seen in the past year about bright Witness kids going to regular colleges. (The other one was about twin brothers down in Florida, I believe.) Even if Rebekah is going to be studying something "practical" like engineering, it's still a good sign, because if nothing else more witnesses will be exposed to the idea of college as "not always a bad thing."
But I have to ask: what congregation was she in? Because this sounds very much unlike my experience with high school, all of two years ago, and not exactly because of my own personal choices, either:
She plays flute in the concert band, manages the cross-country team, has contributed to her school's literary magazine, and is a member of the Math and Science leagues, the National and Spanish honor societies, and the debate team.
Ah, well, maybe someday she will stop being an anomoly for the Watchtower to hold up to the world in an attempt to say, "We let our kids do normal things! Honest!" and start being more representative? I can dream, can't I?
-Tergiversator, of the "I applied to college as a witness too" class
(and then promptly left once I was away from home and wouldn't have to face being shunned every day...)
(Edited to make link clickable)
i got a great gift today from someone at h2o.
it was a post.
in response to my "emotional bankruptcy" thread that i. posted here, and there as well.. it's a gift because it was just the kick in the ass that i needed.. the perfect reminder of why i am not only happy, but relieved.
Hey Es,
I too composed a reply to elder25 on H2O also, but yours is better. Much more incisive, I'd say.
Anyhow, good luck on the writing... when you become a rich and famous author of international stature, we'll tell everyone that we knew you first, back in the day.
-T.
"in many ways, poverty is a state of mind.
emma bromon, ~founder of liberty house, a halfway house in new orleans for homeless girls with children, or who are pregnant.. this quote inspired me tonight, on an evening where i certainly needed to feel inspired by something.
it made me question the way that i feel sometimes, that sickening out of control emotion that keeps me awake some nights.. nights like last night.. the feeling that carries over into days like today, .
But sometimes, hell, it's hard. Feelings of despondancy blindside you. This morning I awoke from a dream in which I was reaching for my father, to give him a hardy clap on the back, and he kept dodging me, staring me down with his cold, penetrating stare. I wonder why he won't write to me, eat with me, visit me, etc. I mean, I know, but I still wonder.
I wonder too, sometimes. It amazes me how blindsided I can get. Sometimes, I'm just so happy to be where I am now, free, young, at school, able to do whatever I want to do with my life... but on certain days that seems to boil down to a few impossible desires. Have my mom call me up out of the blue, to ask how I am doing, not just to discuss "business". Get a letter from my best friend who hasn't said a word to me in a year and a half. Be able to actually talk with my family without having them retreat into...
But that, alas, remains wishful thinking. What I would also like would be to not feel as if I am somehow treading on thin emotional ice: as if everything is going well and then something external happens - a bad day in lab, perhaps, or waking up too early from an unsettling dream - and suddenly the gaping pit is back, returned from the days when I was digging into my religion and my life and felt as if I had dug through too far and fallen out into the sky.
It's much better now, of course. The worst that can happen has just about all happened, and I am well on my way to rediscovering who I am and want to me. But... it takes a long time, this recovery process, which I realize better sometimes than others. And it's frustrating to sometimes feel like I'm playing emotional catch-up with other people my age, that I've got 13 years that I have to sort through, somehow. But then those good days, yeah... that's when I realize how lucky I am. How lucky we all are. Even if we don't always feel like it.
-T.
"To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people simply exist." - Oscar Wilde