Gerard, put a cork in it.
Mike Royko had an excellent description of what you are doing. He called it "ranting on empty". Your childish attempts at logic would put a 3-year old to shame. But then, you're probably one of those who can't get it up unless he's screeching about something, anything, and it doesn't matter what it is.
And before you get your bowels in an uproar, let me state flatly that I've forgotten more about life, love, religion, the Organization, Alaska, and nigh on to most anything else mentionable than you ever knew. I started in the door-to-door work in 1946 at the age of 6. I spent 11 years in Alaska and flew all over the state in all kinds of conditions. My family and I lived in the Eskimo village of Bethel for 3 1/2 years serving where the need was great. (If you can't find it, it's 420 miles due west of Anchorage on the lower Kuskokwim.) I've driven deuce and a halfs (2 1/2 ton army trucks) for miles up and down that river on the ice to go in service. I've delivered 4 of our 6 kids and spanked little farts like you. I spent another 10 years and over a million miles as a long-hauler, driving everything from 18 wheel semis to 30 wheel B-trains full of hazmat..
I've posted on these boards for years, first on the old H2O and later on this one as "LoneWolf" until my account got messed up when Simon changed things about a year ago. My criticisms of the Society make your's look like a gentle breeze. (One of them will be posted within 24 hours.) However, there's one major difference. When I say something about them, I sign my name as well as hand deliver copies to the highest officials of the Society that are available, when applicable. You couldn't spend a day with me doing the things I do without messing your pants in a panic.
When I was there the Branch Overseer's name was P. G. Ronco, and for all I know he is still there. He would spell the Circuit Overseer (Bob Hartman) so that he could get some rest, and/or accept assignments that he couldn't get to. Most of the groups and isolated publishers lived so far away that it would be impractical to drive it even if there were roads. Yes, they called on the isolated publishers too. Even though there were only 3 of us publishers in Bethel much of the time we were there, one of them would spend a week with us twice a year. To have a Branch Overseer and his wife all to ourselves was something! To do all that traveling by commercial airline would be prohibitively expensive.
Plus, you grossly underestimate the Alaskan brothers. Many of them make good money. One of them was the financial genius behind Wien Consolidated Airlines (now part of Alaskan Airlines). I knew Sig Wien personally. One time a convoy of 3 small planes flew out to Bethel (500 miles one way) from Fairbanks to pick us all up for an assembly, then flew us all back after it was over. Another young brother was a commercial bush pilot at the age of 21. Many were flight instructors and certified aircraft mechanics. One of them was Lyle Nelson of Fairbanks, and his exploits were such that a wimp like you would pee your pants just reading about them.
Plus, believe it or not, they were generous. There were always a flock of pilots around that would vie with one another to fly someone somewhere. One time we personally were going to attend a convention in Vancouver, BC, and one of the brothers in the congregation took a look at our old beat-up junker and said, "No way!!" He practically forced us to take his brand new car, refusing to take "No." for an answer. That's a 5,000 mile round trip. (We spent some time at our folks place in Oregon too.)
I doubt that the Alaskan Branch had to pay one thin dime for those airplanes.
Most trips to the western part of the state were in two hops, each way. The stop in the middle was to eat lunch and fuel up. Sometimes the only food or fuel within 200 miles was a fishing resort and you had to fly out of route. So what? It was food and fuel, and nothing else mattered. Heck, one time during an emergency we came in for a landing on a restricted DEW line base that isn't even on the maps! You never saw so many soldiers with rifles in all your life! As soon as the commanding officers determined what the score was, they wanted them to go back to normal duties, but were having an awful time to get them to go, as it was a men only base, and we had a couple of gorgeous girls with us. LOL!!!
My suggestion? Sit down and be very quiet. Leave the criticism to those of us who know what we are talking about and can be effective at it. You are nothing but a joke, an amateur, and they are laughing at you.
LoneWolf
