2PM, January 9, 2010 San Juan, Puerto Rico…
JWs from all over the island take turns to use the biggest coliseum in the Caribbean (Jose Miguel Agrelot Coliseum). The big event… a brief 2-hour assembly featuring Brooklyn Bethel celebrities including Anthony Morris III. There had been a lot of excitement building up in the days preceding this event as there were rumors circulating that the Society had a very special announcement to make.
After 2 ambiguous talks from 2 bethel speakers, Anthony Morris III finally takes the stage and everyone is so thrilled to see him up close or on the big screen behind the stage. After a brief introduction, he starts rambling incoherently about faith, field service and slowing down. I could barely understand him. Was he drunk? Who knows? Anyways, about 10 minutes into his talk (when he almost had everyone asleep), he asked this very strange question:
“Let’s have a show of hands. How many of you enjoy having to get up early every Saturday morning to go to field service?”
Strangely, less than 1/3 of those in attendance actually raised their hands... of course, all the ass kissers in the first 20 rows raised their hands. Tony’s bizarre response to this weak show of hands was:
“Well that’s a lot more than I had anticipated. I certainly don’t enjoy getting up early to go to field service. What with all the not-at-homes and sometimes offensive people you run into in the territory, it really takes a lot of faith to endure. But it’s something we all have to do.”
That’s right, the one person in the entire coliseum who is supposed to enjoy the Saturday morning JW ritual, publicly admitted that he really doesn’t enjoy it. I was there... I heard it loud and clear.
The funny thing is that the Spanish translator fumbled through his translation which was completely different than what Tony said. But over 90% of the JWs in the audience really didn’t need a translator and everyone immediately started looking at each other in utter disbelief.
When this ambiguous and brief assembly was over, everyone walked back to their cars asking each other: "What was that all about?" since they all expected a special announcement, a new book or something that would justify renting out the biggest Coliseum in the Caribbean... but it turned out to be more of the same BS.
Anyways… just thought I’d share my Tony the Terd experience…