TrueTomHarley

JWI was on the verge of doing so but couldn’t find your card in the card catalogue—none of which would have happened had he heeded my urging to modernize.

“Bad dog, bad! No biscuit!”

…says the guy who will take anyone’s head off if he detects an interest in politics, thus revealing it is not so much an interest in politics he abhors but an interest in politics that is not his. Okay, got it. Transgender Visibility Day already existed, even though no one had ever heard of it. But it is sort of like the country in mourning over September 11th, (9/11) or December 7th (Pearl Harbor) and some twerp says, ‘Don’t forget, it’s also National Tic Tac Toe Day! We made it that just a few years ago.”

The link was excellent. I remember my parents going to pbs and npr but only after Walter Cronkite was no longer THE source. In those days I trusted the NYT the way my doctors still trust the Lancet or the BMJ. Rogue reporters have explained a lot about how we were fooled for so long. Tucker They fired him:

What in the world are you talking about? I have no idea who those two fellows are. As for the downvote, it’s because Vic Vomodog and I used to pull shoulder to shoulder in the work until he went over to the dark side. Believe me, he hated the book TrueTom vs the Apostates! and rejoiced when I took it down for a few misspellings.

Thank you, Dr. Adhominem. Coming from such a learned source as you, it means a lot. I pledge to always do my best.

No. We grill him mercilessly there and make him squirm mightily, let me tell you.

It doesn’t matter. No matter what the topic is or where it is, it always boils down to a squabble with George.

He’s me. too.

He’s me. Can’t slip anything past you, I see.

Do you think i could capture the essence of it? Remember, when I write of myself, I am full of self-deprecatory humor. Would that work for you?

As Jehovah’s Witnesses, we are encouraged not only to take an interest in people, but to ‘love people’—the title of our latest brochure. The “eyes of God” want us to do this. It is very hard to do this with someone who reveals nothing of himself, who eternally thinks everyone is out to get him, and who seemingly exists only to criticize others. You should spill more.

I think there is.

Okay, so I know this post is not addressed to me, having never been a Bethel member, but I did visit there once, as a young man, and dined with them. I quickly got the sense of the food-plate flow, that after prayer, everyone picked up the serving dish nearest him or her, helped themselves, then passes it around till all ten people had been served. So, when dessert came, strawberries, I saw the plate start with the person on my immediate left and head clockwise. When it finally makes its way to me, I knew everyone had had their shot, so what remained was mine. Alas—I did not realize that some postpone their desserts and have it later! So here I am, munching away, when someone says, ‘Hey! Who took all the strawberries?!’ Whereupon, I looked up, strawberries hanging from my mouth, and made like Chuck Berry: “It wasn't me, Sarge. Uhm-uhm, Sarge, it wasn't me. It must have been some other body, Uh, uh, Sarge, it wasn't me.”

Waiting for the attack from those IBMers across the Deep Blue lake, no doubt, led by Watson himself.