"Many in the Christian congregation today are very grateful to those who helped them to understand the Bible. Numerous enduring friendships have been formed between students and their teachers."
That is a joke. The scumbag that tried to teach me always had the strictest interpretation of the Suffer Forever book. For instance, the Suffer Forever book says that celebrating Christmas is bad. However, this scumbag tried to teach me that there was zero tolerance for Christmas. Even going into a store where, around Thanksgiving, they are selling tinsel garland and Christmas lights, is supposed to make me feel sick. He even wanted to make me waste the day, both days, at his dump (which lacked virtually everything except Washtowel related crap) to make sure I wouldn't celebrate. He also made it uncomfortable to be around the Christmas songs (one in your head meant death).
He was as strict with the music. The Suffer Forever book merely said that we should not listen to debasing music. It didn't mention groups by name, nor did it have anything to say about types of mainstream music (though most heavy metal was satanic by their standards). This idiot wanted me to get rid of anything by Led Zeppelin, AC/DC, Blue Oyster Cult, Ozzy Osbourne, Black Sabbath, Van Halen, Simon & Garfunkel, or Journey (some of which I didn't even have). He also preached zero tolerance: Listening on the radio, or being where it was being played, was a death sentence. He also had zero tolerance for things like Michael Jackson (even stuff put out before his disassociation). I didn't see anything in the Suffer Forever book that said that one bad song rendered everything a group did as bad, or that getting stuff by a disfellowshipped person written and performed before the disfellowshipping was bad.
It was like this in everything. The idiot wanted me to pio-sneer, since he was a regular pio-sneer. Turns out he was nothing more than a tyrant--he has lost three wives for his tyranny. He wanted to control everything, from the brand and variety of laundry soap and toothpaste I use to where I get my suits dry cleaned. He tried to get me out in field circus at 9 AM my second day, despite knowing I worked evenings and often got out of work as late as 1 or 2 in the morning. It was obvious that he wanted everything I did to be what he told me to, right down to the variety of toothpast I used.
Had he not run out of time, I am sure he would have done just that. As was, he tried saving me $5 off a $275 rent--of course, in the complex he was to be managing. Turns out, the $270 place was not furnished, it was more than 4 times as far from work, and in a crime zone. All so I could cut back on work and pio-sneer (and so he could go through everything I had and demand I throw out anything he didn't want me having). It took me another 9 months to get back to just being a regular witless instead of following his mini-cult.
I might add that this axxhole really wanted my life to be austere and lacking anything good. He would do all he could to bust up my chances with the opposite sex (as if Jehovah Baghead needed any more help with that), and then he acted as if it was a good thing. And, every time I see him or associate with him, it is worse than the "demons" supposedly associated with the Ouija board or attending a seance. The whole family he is from is also trouble--especially one of his nephews (who was only 8 at the time). This boy was the epitome of bad luck--every time I saw him, it was pure bad luck for me. Worst of all, a portion of this bad luck is permanent--unlike "demons", which do not bring any bad luck.