Good thread, powerful post too SIAM. I'm a fan of True Crime, something about the underworld fascinates me and I researched quite a bit on prison and legendary jailhouse legends. I've had friends who've done time and even though some had crazy stories, they all had the general consensus that the hardest part about doing time was the boredom. Every day the same ol, same ol, repetative, monotonous cycle that just never ends till you come home. Matter fact about a month ago after the Thursday meeting, I stopped in CVS to grab some things and ran into an old friend I haven't seen in several years. He did some time and right before his conviction I had seen him and dropped him off at his aunt's or mom's place, I can't recall. He did his time and I heard he came home and was all about the Lord per a mutual friend that I ran into occasionally. Well low and behold that night after the meeting and I'm in CVS, this solidly built dude with dredlocks walks past me, and I gave him the obligatory-wsup-head-nod. I took two steps and then turned around like, "Rob?" We slapped hands and did the man-hug thing. He was rounder with a low haircut before he went away. Now he's buff with dredlocks, and true to what I heard, he's all about Jesus LOL. We talked for like an hour and he relayed to me his experiences behind bars, and just like everybody else I've known that did time, he said the hardest part is the boredom. He was telling me about dudes breaking down emotionally as not everybody is strong enough mentally to do years behind bars. He admitted to me that he cried some days trying to get through it.
Its amazing how this religion is so similar to being in prison. Being a JW is like being punished, but even worse as a born-in, its like being wrongfully convicted of a crime you didn't commit!!! I've got a lot of resentment about being born into this cancer of a religion. I've missed out on a lot of things in my life, and I owe that to this religion. I ain't getting any younger, and even this morning at work in the bathroom as I was washing my hands, I looked up in the mirror and noticed that one of the hairs underneath my bottom lip is grey. It really stands out too!!! My hair is thinning and it doesn't take me as long to shave it all off. Never thought I'd be in my early thirties working full time in this system of things. Knowing that my situation in life could have been a lot worse, helps me keep my head up and have a sense of humor about it all. I could have cancer, or have been a harleyquin baby. Still somedays are worse than others.
You know what, and I know some of you won't agree with what I'm about to type but this is how I feel. Some days I want to go up to Bethel and kill as many of the big-wigs up there that I can. To illustrate, there's an inmate on death row in California named Paul "Rosco" Tuilaepa. Years ago while in prison, he and a few other inmates somehow got from where they were caged at and got into an area where they would have had an oppurtunity to harm correctional officers had it not been for the tower gunner. Rosco was interviewed after the event, and he clarified their intent. He stated that the plan wasn't to escape but rather to kill as many officers as they could. I swear to some degree, I can relate to that. Somebody needs to pay for this. I can't say that I'd be entirely sorry if something happened to the higher ups in Bethel. I think about guys like Jaracz, and Mercante, amongst others, and I get irritated. So many have unnecesarily died over erronous mandated beliefs, and so many families broken up over this relgion. It's not right and how they sleep at night I'll never understand.
Snowbirds where I'm from.