i am very angry, pent-up rage call it!
so you will understand why and with great ease this subject is able to flow off my tongue onto the keyboard, because this time of the year is worse than your christmas time jitters!
anxiety, stress, compulsive babbling nuts are invading our service groups!
AuntConnie: " the key is I must keep focused on the great prize of being a Circuit Overseer's wife, "every knee will bend down for me and pay homage" and all the Praise, Pride and Prominence I am due, all those years they owe me big time with big interest! "
I give you homage right now, AuntConnie, for a great thread. May the misfits, druggies, and unwashed keep far away from you on your special night.
i have mentioned this before but never quoted it so i think for many it was not really paid much attention.
but today i pulled the book off the shelf and found the quote (which i posted on another thread but i want to add a few things to the quotes.. after russell died and rutherford illegally seized the presidency of the wts he was faced with the huge problem that russell's "organization" was a rather loosely organizations that were independently controlled by the local congregations.
the society had little control of what people believed.
My mother grew up in Hitler's Germany and left it as a war bride two years after the war ended.
Fifteen years later she started studying with the dubs and soon became one.
I never asked her, but I often wonder if she simply traded the alluring promise of Hitler's promised "1000-year reich" with the "1000-year paradise earth" the dubs promise. It seems like she can't live without the prospect of something grand and wonderful in her future, evidence to the contrary be damned.
Hitler and the WTS -- both knew the value of false promises and indoctrination (and the use of scapegoats).
just got a call from my mother.
a daughter of one of my mother's cousins just died due to complications of breast cancer surgery.
the funneral will be this saturday.
Funerals are for the living, not the dead. If no one you care about plans to attend, don't bother going.
i am very angry, pent-up rage call it!
so you will understand why and with great ease this subject is able to flow off my tongue onto the keyboard, because this time of the year is worse than your christmas time jitters!
anxiety, stress, compulsive babbling nuts are invading our service groups!
Thanks, Aunt Connie, for showing us once-a-year wannabes how it's done.
Here's the proper grooming tips and etiquette for once-a-year-Memorial attendees:
1. Just before attending, eat a large meal that features beans and garlic.
2. Smoke a few cigarettes or a cigar (or better yet, pot, if you've got it). If you don't smoke, light a few. let them smolder, and bathe yourself and your clothing in the alluring scent.
3. Women should wear blue jeans (cutoffs if it's warm enough), tank tops, flip-flops, and anything that shows off a tat if you have any. Prominently display any ear and body piercings. No bras allowed.
4. Men should wear whatever they wear when they change the oil in their cars. No laundering allowed. Sneakers and/or flip-flops. The above tip regarding tats and piercings also apply to you.
5. Bring your Kindle, I-Pod/Pad, smart phone, or laptop with earphones to block out the dreary Memorial talk.
6. Spill the wine and drop the bread when it's passed to you. Oops!
7. If you get love-bombed after the meeting, be sure to give everyone a great big hug.
Did I miss anything?
Oh, almost forgot. Unless you're driving, be sure to take a big slug of your favorite alcoholic beverage before you leave. Maybe even bring a little flask to sip from at the KH. Remember, apostatize responsibly!
subject:bill would allow elective bible study in schools.
look at the bible; they are using the new world translation in this news broadcast.
click on the link below to watch.
Will the bill allow for elective study of the Torah, Quran, Buddhism, Hinduism, Native American religions, Wicca, and the Book of Mormon?
If not, that bill will never pass.
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Xanthippe: parakeet you did it you changed your avatar
Yes! Thank you.
That couple in the picture above don't look like they're all that interested in contacting spirits. Faces are a little too flushed for that. And that's a Norman Rockwell painting?????
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A month or so ago on this site, I cordially invited demons or other supernatural creatures to pay me a visit. I even put out coffee and donuts.
Nothing.
How very rude.
i'm sure the more discerning of you thought that the silly, green, wooly-headed avatar called "humbled" that strolled on the scene here looked familiar....... it is i, nac, with a new given name come back for a visit since i have internet for a while.
i have missed you these three years.
i've been in a far away land--the ozark mountains of nw arkansas.. because i've been blessed with anal canal cancer (nothing so hum-drum as rectal cancer) circumstances allow me to share your company 'til my sad bum can get radiated more-or-less back into shape.. any quality potty-humor (no naughty bm's---oops!---.
When my husband taught 4th grade, one of his students wrote an essay called "Asparagus." He wrote it from the asparagus's point of view, describing the agony of being chewed and swallowed, then wending its way through the digestive system.
The last line: "Five hours later, I hit the water!"
that article about jehovah's witnesses having the lowest retention rate for born ins keeps popping up every now again ... i'm just curious if any of you have noticed that this is actually the case.
in the congregation that i grew up in, i'm going to say that 95% of the young people in their teens to mid twenties are either regular pioneering, regular auxiliary pioneering, serving in foreign language congregations or where the need is greater.
both of my younger sisters are regular pioneers - and the young people in their hall even organize 8 pm to midnight service on friday nights of their own accord.
This is not a representive sample, but of my circle of dub friends when I was a teenager, 7 out of 10 eventually left the cult.
And this was back in the relatively permissive WTS atmosphere of the 1970s.
i am so unsure.. .
i am sure that my misery will spread to my potential wife and kids.. .
decisions, decisions... .
I've suffered from bouts of major depression ever since my twenties (I'm now in my sixties). During my first bout, I had to be hospitalized because the drugs available for depression back then were only moderately effective.
Nowadays, I take Celexa when I sense depression coming on (you know the symptoms -- weird sleeping patterns, withdrawal from others, sense of hopelessness, inability to cope, thoughts of suicide). The meds they have now are amazing.
I also regularly see a psychiatrist, who monitors my mood level and adjusts the meds accordingly. This is very important.
And, BTW, I married in my twenties, am still married to my loving husband of 40 years, and we reared an incredibly wonderful, depression-free son, who is now married and has a child of his own. Life is good.
Get treatment!
Parakeet
