Posts by new boy

Last Sunday night I had a dream about him. I have never dreamt about Jim ever before. As he came to me I said "You have made your transition! Yes." he said. "Wow" I said "They let you come back this soon?" He didn't say anything. Then he said "They sold my trailer.".....crazy.

The next morning I knew he was gone. I called the trailer park where he was living and they confirmed his death.

He was a strange and wonderful person. Crazy in many respects.

He died alone in a small trailer in Sierra Vista Arizona. No funeral and no friends. I was one of his few friends and I wasn't a very good one at that. I lived in Arizona for 4 years and never went to see he even once.

He was one of the first people I met at bethel, the first day I got there.

As chance would have it, we ended up working in the bethel laundry together.

He is mentioned many times in my "new boy" stories of bethel.

He hadn't been to a JW meeting in over 35 years.

He was one of these sad people who couldn't live as a Jehovah's Witness yet couldn't make the break away from the angry god Jehovah.

Like many out there he created his own religion were he believed in Jehovah but just not his organization.

RIP Jim

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"50 Years a Watchtower Slave" Chapter 4

by new boy in

chapter 4. part of becoming a jehovah’s witnesses was finding out how evil the holidays are.

4. publisher.

a person that puts in a minimum of 100 hours a month (hours have been lowered over the years) in field service a month.

new boy

Chapter 4

Part of becoming a Jehovah’s Witnesses was finding out how evil the holidays are. The little old ladies told my mom that it seems Satan was behind the whole holiday thing, him and his pagan friends. Christmas, Easter, Halloween, Birthdays, Valentine’s Day, and Independence Day. Anything that had any fun involved was something he probably started. Since the world was so bad, it was important to stay away from any of its influences. It’s really a closed society. Unless they are Jehovah’s Witnesses, friends outside the faith are highly discouraged. To marry a nonbeliever is even worse.

My mom loved her new religion. She brought us kids up to love it too and we did. By the time I was in my teens I was a full blown self-righteous Jehovah’s Witnesses. My father never did fully embrace it. He told me years later that the day he got baptized he knew it was the biggest mistake of his life. That didn’t stop him from doing it. My Dad never could stand up to my Mother. He would always say “Just give in for the sack of peace.” So he got baptized to please my mother. It worked for a while.

Once you get baptized that means you agree to all their rules. My father wasn’t big on rules but he went along “for the sack of peace.”

So for many years we were classic Jehovah’s Witnesses family. We would go to the kingdom hall (this is what the building is called, where they have their many meetings) three times a week. Two hours on Thursdays where they had the “Ministry school” and “Service Meetings.” Two hours and fifteen minutes on Sundays when they had the “Public Talk” and “Watchtower Study.” We would also go to a private home on Tuesdays night for what is called the “Book study.” We would meet there every Saturday mornings to organize our “Field Service” activity. Yes, four days out of every seven we involved with some kind of church activity. As my mother would say “An empty mind is the devil’s work shop.” The church leaders knew it was important to keep you busy in the lord’s work too. No time to think if you are keep busy. Smart guys those church leaders.

Field Service is the door to door activity where they try to sell their thought system to other people. Of course they would call it something different. They would call it “The Spreading the good the news.” What is the good news? Put simply, “It is warning people of the coming destruction of the current system of things. After this destruction god would bring his government to the Earth and make it a paradise. The ones who survive this war would live in peace with perfect bodies and never die.”

Spreading this good news was the most important thing a person could do. The concept was that we were saving people’s lives. Just like in the time of Noah, they needed to repent and take advantage of the opportunity to get saved by joining god’s only true religion on Earth. Which just so happens to be the Jehovah’s Witnesses.

Men, women and children all went from door to door, spreading the message. The minimum requirement was ten hours a month back then. Each person who did this was called a “Publisher.”

They said we are all the same in god’s eyes. That everyone is equal. To prove this they call everyone “Brother and Sister.” Sadly, this really isn’t the case. There are those who are definitely thought better of then others. That being said, this is a partial list of their rankings as a Jehovah’s Witnesses in every congregation around the world. This rank does make a difference in how people treat and respect you. These are some of the rankings as of 2001. They have changed a little since then.

1. Unbaptized, irregular, publisher. Someone that is going out in field service inconsistently and is not baptized yet. This rank is OK if you are a child, not if you are an adult.

2. Inactive Publisher. Someone is baptized and who has not gone out in field service for over six months. This person is “weak spiritually” and should be avoided.

3. Irregular Publisher. Someone is baptized who might miss a full month of field service every now and then. This person is also weak spiritually but not as bad as inactive publisher.

4. Publisher. Someone who never misses a month in field service. This person is in “good standing.”

5. Axillary Pioneer. Someone who is putting in a minimum of 60 hours (hours have been lowered over the years) in field service a month. This is a super charged publisher and is admired by others.

6. Pioneer. A person that puts in a minimum of 100 hours a month (hours have been lowered over the years) in field service a month. Except for being an Elder this is the highest rank in the congregation.

7. Special Pioneer. Someone who puts in a minimum of 150 hours (hours have been lowered over the years) in field service a month. There are very few of these around, if any.

8. Ministerial servant. Any males who want to be made into an Elder someday must first be a ministerial servant. The do all the jobs in the Kingdom hall that the Elders don’t have time to do, or want to do.

9. Book study overseer. This position is held by a ministerial servant or Elder.

10. Elders. This is the most respected position a male can have in the congregation. In a congregation of hundred there are anywhere from three to ten of these.

11. Elder’s wife. This position technically has no power, if you believe men never listen to their wives.

So as you can see there is a definite pecking order going on here. Though they say they are all equal in god’s eyes they definitely don’t look at each other in the same way. It’s a male dominated religion with women and children coming in second and third.

Women can be publishers, axillary pioneers and pioneers. Women are not allowed to be ministerial servants or elders. In fact a male elder in the kingdom hall can be removed as such, if his wife is not “submissive” enough to him or to any other males in the kingdom hall.

So you have ten or more different rankings in a congregation of less than 150 people. Most everyone knows his ranking and the rankings of those around you.

There are other rankings outside the local congregation.

1. City Overseer. He (males only) is in charge of the whole city. These are cities with many congregations in them.

2. Circuit Overseer. He (males only) is in charge of 12 to 15 different congregations or one circuit.

3. District Overseer. He (males only) is charge of 12 to 15 circuits.

4. Zone Overseer. He (males only) is in charge of a whole country.

5. Gilead Student. A missionary assigned to a foreign country. These can be male or female.

6. Bethelite. A worker at one of the worldwide headquarters. These can be male or female. There are too many rankings to even mention here. Service department, writing department, kitchen, laundry etc. etc.

7. The “governing body” (males only) ten to twenty “Bethel Elders” who run the whole organization. They are appointed to do this by Holy Spirit or god. Though they say they are just imperfect men, (false modesty) their word is law.

They purposely keep their congregations small, usually 100 to 140 people. This way they can keep better tabs on you and better tabs on each other. “Big brother” is always watching. The elder’s job is to keep the congregation clean and free from any wrong doing. Someone can be “marked” as “bad association” thus adding one more category to their long list.

If you missed more than a couple of meetings or too much field service, you might get a phone call or a visit from someone making sure you were “OK” and not spiritually sick.

It’s a tight nit group. With everyone “knowing” a lot of everyone else’s business. Part of the fun in going out in Field service is catching up on all the gossip. Even though this is discouraged, it has always been done. Your “car group” was the best place to find out what was really going on in the kingdom hall.

Whether you are god’s chosen people or not, people just feel better knowing they are doing better than others. It’s like saying “see god what a good person I’m.” Plus it’s really fun to have some piece of information that others don’t have, some little piece of dirt. It’s just human nature. Though most of it harmless, a lot of it can be real nasty stuff. Yes, the “Brothers and Sisters” know way too much about their “Brothers and Sisters.”

One big happy family.

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The cleaning bug

by Steel in

i have a wife that literally cleans the house 24 7. it's hard on our marriage, our son has no natural affection for her.

if we go to an assembly she literally spends two days waxing and polishing the car.

she hand washes all the clothes before go into the washing machine because no machine could ever do as good a job as her.

new boy

How's the sex? Usually the neat freaks are terrible in the bedroom.

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[Full] An ex-JW's interpretation on "All Along the Watchtower" by Bob Dylan

by intropist in

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friends

made by bob dylan and far-famed with the fantastic guitar playing of jimmy hendrix, "all along the watchtower" has been leaving great signatures in the pop history.

i want to have a chance to drop my own interpretation.

reading the below, you may need to take into consideration the fact that i'm not a native speaker in english.. [all along the watchtower] written by bob dyan - full lyrics.

new boy

All very interesting on the other hand maybe he smoked a couple of "Doobies" an wrote some crazy shit down. Maybe he didn't even know what it meant.

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"50 Years a Watchtower Slave" Chapter 3 Part B

by new boy in

the bible study aids they had help explained to my mother why god got so pissed off in the first place.

it seemed that in the beginning of in creation with adam and eve, satan challenged god to a contest.

satan said that given enough time he could turn everyone on the planet against him.. satan won the first round of this contest with jehovah, when he turned the first two perfect people away from him, adam and eve.

new boy

The Bible study aids they had help explained to my mother why god got so pissed off in the first place. It seemed that in the beginning of in creation with Adam and Eve, Satan challenged god to a contest. Satan said that given enough time he could turn everyone on the planet against him.

Satan won the first round of this contest with Jehovah, when he turned the first two perfect people away from him, Adam and Eve. So god wanted a rematch, so he said sure bring it on. So for about six thousand years Jehovah and Satan have been fighting over who could get the most followers? Now the time is almost up. Very soon the ladies told my mother the very great day of god the almighty was coming. The great war of Armageddon.”

The war between god and man. The funny thing about this war, was god was going to kill billions of men, women and children because they chose Satan instead of him. It turns out that there is only about one Jehovah’s Witness to every thousand people on the planet. So most of the people are not going to make it, just like in the time of Noah. God’s answer to this huge loss in the popular vote is to kill off all those who voted against him. If you read the bible this has been going on since the beginning of time. One of the biggest causes of death on the planet is god.

However, Armageddon will be the granddaddy of all massacres on the planet. I say massacres and not war because no one can fight against god. It will just be god wiping out most of mankind. It sounds like one hell of a massacres to me.

So what happens to Satan the devil then? He gets death too… or even torture for sure? Nope, god gives him mercy. Yes, billions of his followers get death, Satan gets a long prison sentence. That right, god has a better idea, he is going to put him prison for a thousand years. It seems god has another plan for him. God likes to test people and Satan is good at this. So after a thousand years god is going to let him out of jail. He needs to test all his perfect people one last time. So now, if you choose correctly you get everlasting life with the rest of god’s people. If you choose incorrectly you get squashed like a cockroach. This seems like a no brainer. But according to the Bible a big percentage of the people would reather die then live with god’s people for eternity. So let’s look at the score board and god’s track record so far, according to what the Bible says happened and will happen in the future.

Adam and Eve, Satan got two people, god zero.

Noah and the flood, God saved only eight people and killed millions of Satan’s people.

The great world of Armageddon, God’s people number only about seven million, Satan’s people number around seven billion.

After the Great War and at the end of the thousand years of peace? We don’t know. But the Bible says a “great crowd” would go Satan’s way.

So numbers wise it looks like Satan has three or four victories and God zero.

I sorry for getting side tract, so back to my mother’s indoctrination.

It was a year of hard studying for my mother to get this all straight. Getting inside the mind of god is not easy stuff.

Anyway after a few weeks of studying the bible with her new friends, it was time to meet the rest of the congregation. I didn’t remember the first meeting we went to. I was too young but I heard about it years later. Yes, everyone “Love bombed” my mother. What is love bombing? It goes like this. You go to the meeting place of the Jehovah’s Witnesses, their Kingdom Hall. They will introduce you to many different people all with smiling faces. They will then love you to death. The “Love Bomb.”

“Norma this is Sister Jones.”

“Norma we are so happy you are here.”

“I love your baby Norma, just call be Brother White.”

You get the idea. Everyone loves you. We are all brothers and sisters in god’s big happy family.

Yes, my mother finally found a home. A real home with people who really seemed to like her. After years of being an outsider and with no real family around at least ones she liked, she got her adapted family finally.

She never asked my baby sister and me if we wanted to join Mom’s new family. She of course didn’t consult my pussy wiped father either. How many people on this planet are religions their parents choose for them? I would guess the vast majority.

They say everything in life is timing. It’s so true. Timing is everything! Ask any salesmen.

There is a story about a man in New York City who is of average age and build, nothing special to look at. He spends all day long walking up and down Madison Ave. He walks up to 150 to 200 women a day. He looks them straight in the eye and asks them. “Do you want to fuck?” And yes, his face gets slapped often. He gets cursed at. There is a lot of upset women after that rude question. He also has sex with two or three of these women a day who like his question. He said in an interview “some of these women were really gorgeous.” He also said. “It’s all about timing and persistence.”

What is the purpose of this story? I guess to illustrate the concept that no matter how wacky or strange an idea can be, if you talk to enough people there are always a few whack jobs out there that think it’s a great idea. Yes, it’s the good old spaghetti principle, you throw spaghetti against the wall some sticks but most of it doesn’t. Of course, that is why there are telemarketers. If no one bought the strange stuff these guys are selling on the phone there would be no telemarketers.

The Jehovah’s Witnesses at their circuit assemblies would share wonderful stories about people who were getting ready to commit suicide. They were tired and done with life. However before they did kill themselves many would beg for god’s guidance or a sign of some kind from heaven. A few minutes later, a Jehovah’s Witnesses would knock on their door with the “good news.” Of course they would think it was god coming to the rescue. If we look at the facts, that thousands of people are thinking about killing themselves on a daily bases. How many of those people are thinking about killing themselves on Saturday or Sunday mornings? This is the most likely time that a Jehovah’s Witnesses will be knocking on their door. Sorry can’t kill myself right now, god is knocking on the front door. The timing is everything.

My mom was looking for a new family besides ours and she finally got it. My mother loved what the two little old ladies were selling. She got a god, a religion, new friends and most of all hope. Yes, the timing was perfect.

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"50 Years a Watchtower Slave" Chapter 3 Part A

by new boy in

the door to door salesmen .

southern california wasn’t hawaii after the war but it was real close.

there was great weather, plenty of jobs and no smog yet.

new boy

The door to door salesmen

Southern California wasn’t Hawaii after the war but it was real close. There was great weather, plenty of jobs and no smog yet. My folks did what thousands of servicemen did after the war. They came back home, to their girlfriends or wives and started new lives.

My folks bought an 1100 sq. ft. 3 bedroom 1 bath house in Azusa California on the G.I. bill. He soon started working as a lather again. It was the same job he got when he dropped out of high school at 16 in 1938. Yes, his freewheeling days were over. He was a family man with bills to pay.

I born in 1949 and my sister in 1952. I got to enjoy two Christmases before the two little old ladies showed up at our door. My sister never did.

You don’t see them much anymore but back in the nineteen fifties people bought all kind of things from door to door salesmen. It was a time when milkmen would still deliver milk right to house. I remember the milk bottles with the cream floating on the top next to our back door. There was the Helms bakery truck on our street with fresh bread delivered right to your door. Of course the Good Humor ice cream trucks with their music announcing to every kid in the area it was time to find their mother so they could beg for some ice cream money.

My mother bought all kind of things from door to door salesmen. The stainless steel cook ware was nice. She also bought us the 1956 World Book encyclopedia. It was something every kid needed at the time. I was only seven but I loved looking at all the interesting pictures. In just a few years later of course much of the information was out dated and not of much value. Just like life, valuable information one minute of little use the next. Of course we bought many items from the famous Fuller Brush salesman. My Mom almost bought me an accordion once from a fast talking salesman. I’m glad she passed on that one. There is only one thing worse than having to learn how to play accordion and would be having to listen to someone else trying to learn to play it.

My mother never got permission from my father for anything she ever bought. And boy, was he pissed when he got the bill for $319 for the stainless steel cook ware. A lot of money for my poor old dad to pay back in 1955. I bet the encyclopedias were hundreds of dollars too.

My father told me once that one of the biggest mistakes he ever made was turning over the household finances to my mom. He tried to get the control back years latter but my mom wouldn’t have it.

The thing about my father was, he probably was one of the most pussy whipped man on the planet. In fact if you look up the word “pussy whipped” in the dictionary, it has a picture of my father’s face there.

In 1952 my mother bought something really strange from a door to door sells person. No one was expecting it, for sure. It was a religion. This turn out to be very expensive. The cost of which turned out to be hundreds of thousands of dollars. Even though she has been dead for over thirty years it’s a bill that her children, grandchildren and her great grandchildren are still paying for till this very day. Yep, the gift that keeps on giving.

The door to door sales people were Jehovah’s Witnesses. They looked pretty innocent. They were two sweet little old ladies knocking on our door on a warm Saturday morning in Azusa, California. They had quite a story to tell my mother. A story that made my mother quake with fear. A story that confirmed my mother’s worst fears. The ladies pulled out their bibles and showed her scripture after scripture that showed her, that Satan the devil was in charge of everything here on Earth. He was in control of all the governments, churches and businesses. They showed her just how bad people really are. They read to her second Timothy, third chapter, were it said “But know this, that in the last days grievous times shall come. For men shall be lovers of self, lovers of money, boastful, haughty, revilers, disobedient to parents, unthankful, unholy, without natural affection, implacable, slanderers, without self-control, fierce, no lovers of good, traitors, headstrong, puffed up, lovers of pleasure rather than lovers of God; holding a form of godliness, but having denied the power therefore. From these also turn away.”

My poor mom, she looked like someone had just shot her dog. She knew in her heart they were right about how bad people really are. She felt this way for many years. Yes, the world was a terrible place. She knew this ever since she was eight years old. She knew how bad people really were ever since her drunken seventy year old grandfather came into her bedroom late one night and sexually abused her after her mother was dead for just one month.

The old ladies could see it in her face. They had found one of “god’s sheep.” They got a gleam in their eye. It was time for the close. It was time give her the good news. What was the good news after scaring the shit out of my poor mom? The good news they had for her is that god was really pissed too. So much so that very soon he would be coming down here with his son and kicking some serious ass. How much ass would be kicked? Billions of people would soon be dead. However, more good news, she and just a few others could be saved. Yes, she could save herself and her family if she joined god’s people. She needed to join god’s people and spread the word about the coming destruction of the vast majority of mankind. Time was running out back in 1952. It was time to spread the good news! They sold my mother two magazines for 10 cents and left. They would be coming back to study the bible with her every week at no charge. This home bible study was a course completely free. That just shows you how nice they are. There was a bill of course but it came much later.

Anyway they started off studying the bible with the help of numerous bible study aids. The most popular one at that time was the “Let God Be True” book. Bible study aids are needed because the bible needs help to really understand it. It really needs some aids. The little old ladies informed my mother “That the bible can be very vague in places so the aids can help you and point you in the right direction.”

I found out years later that there are over 20,000 different Christian sects in the world. I wonder if they all have “bible study aids” too. Aids to point you in the 20,000 different directions you can go in trying to figure out the mind of god and what the Bible is really trying to say. Wow! 20,000 different Christian concepts of what god is trying to say in the Bible. What’s interesting is the vast majority of these people feel they have the only true way to god.

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"50n Years a Watchtower Slave" Chapter 2 part B

by new boy in

the story of how my dad and mom first met went something like this.

they were both at a uso club in santa monica california in 1943. big band music is playing.

my dad is in uniform.

new boy

The story of how my dad and mom first met went something like this.

They were both at a USO club in Santa Monica California in 1943. Big band music is playing. My dad is in uniform. He walks up to mom. She is sitting alone at a small table. She has a yellow rose pinned to her white dress.

“So...tell me, why is the prettiest girl at this dance sitting here all alone, with no one to dance with? Is your dance card full?” My dad asked.

“No, my dance card is not full, Corporal. Maybe I’m more woman than most men can handle.”

“Wow that sounds dangerous.”

“Very dangerous!”

“Okay...how about a test drive? How about a dance? I’m Marty Casarona.”

“Alright Marty, you look brave enough. I’m Norma Johansen.”

“Oh...a German. I’m a lucky guy!”

“And you’re an Italian. This could mean trouble.”

My dad takes my mom by the hand to the dance floor and they start to dance. After about one minute, he smiles. “This isn’t so bad.”

Mom says nothing and just smiles. Before she knows it, my dad’s hand starts to move down her back. His hand ends up touching the top of her butt. Mom pulls away from him and slaps his face as hard as she can. Mom is upset and leaves the dance floor. She goes back to take her chair. Dad is dazed and is standing there alone with his face beet red. People around the dance floor start to laugh. With tears in his eyes, he walks back over to mom and gets down on his knees. Mom is looking in the other direction.

“Please...please I’m so sorry.” He says sheepishly.

She turns and looks at dad and just smiles. It was love at first sight for sure.

They got married in Jackson Mississippi. In 1944 and as the song says “They got married in a fever.” My Dad was going to be shipped out overseas. He wanted to make sure no one would snap up my mom while he was away. Plus since there was a possibility of him not coming back and getting killed fighting the Japanese he begged my mom to tie the knot. He thought if he was going to die he might as well have sex with my mom first. Since she was one of the few women who turned down my father’s advances, it would be one more notch on the belt. Funny how most of us are wired. It seems most of us always go after the ones that seem slightly out of our reach.

Which reminds me of the only “sex talk” my dad ever gave me at 16. I was walking down the hall. My father was shaving in the bathroom.

“Keith come here for a minute.” My dad never took his eyes off the mirror. “Your mother wanted me to talk to you about…. uh… you know…. sex.” “

“Oh” was my only response.

“I’m sure you know how it all works. So I have only two things to say to you. Be careful the last thing you want is to get some young stupid girl knocked up… right?”

“Uh… that’s right Dad.”

“Okay. The other thing I want to tell you is to always go after the good looking girls. They are just as lonely as the ugly ones! Got it?”

“Yeah… sure Dad.”

“Make me proud son.”

My dad was a New York City hustler for sure. His grand adventure began when he did get shipped overseas. He spent two and a half years in Honolulu, having the time of his life. He would have tears in eyes years later, when he would tell everyone he ever met that those two years were the best years of his life.

He told me many times with a gleam in his eye. “You could have been half Japanese!” I didn’t really know what he meant by that. Before he died in 2012 he told me about his secret love affair with a young Japanese girl on Oahu.

My Dad told me that Hawaii was paradise back in the war years. There was just one problem, no women. Well, there were women, just not enough of them to go around. There were tens of thousands of young service men, who needed to a women’s companionship on the island. It was the law of supply and demand and demand was high. It was so high that there was literally lines in front of whore houses in down town Honolulu. My Dad hates lines and sloppy seconds, let alone sloppy three hundred and fifteens. He was always looking for short cuts in his life. Ways to “beat the house,” as he would say. Nothing gave my father more satisfaction then beating the system, any system. Which is why my father didn’t make a very good Jehovah’s Witnesses. Whereas, they are all about following rules, he was all about bending them, if not completely breaking them. Some of their rules he never really liked were the “no smoking” and “no sex outside of marriage rule.” He wasn’t keen on the “no gambling,” and “no lying and no stealing,” ones either.

So my father even though he was married, had a real problem in Hawaii. How was he going to get laid? More importantly, how was he going to get laid and not pay for it?

One Saturday he and a couple of friends, decided to explore the island. They took their jeep and drove to the north end of the island. They found many small villages nestled in the jungle paradise. To their surprise they found lots of Japanese Americans living there. They stopped at a shack that looked like some kind of restaurant and order a couple of beers. The old man who served them was pleasant enough. They couldn’t help but noticed a couple of good looking Asian girls working in the back.

My Dad had to ask. “You folks Chinese?”

“No my friend, we of Japanese ancestry.”

“Really? We thought they shipped all you Japs… I mean you folks to camps.”

“No… many but not all. We are good Americans. In fact my son is serving with 442 regiment in Italy.” Have you boys seen combat yet?”

“No. we are with a headquarter unit and will probably never leave Hawaii.”

“Well, my son has, he has killed lots of Germans and Italians!”

“Hey, pops I’m Italian!”

“Really? Did they ship off any of your family to the camps? Like they did ours.”

“No, they didn’t.”

The old man just stood there and shook his head.

Even my Dad could see the irony in it. “I know it’s pretty messed up.”

“Yes, it is son. In fact my family can’t even go down to Honolulu without the servicemen there giving them some kind of beating.

“How do you get your supplies then?”

“With great difficulty.”

My Dad got a strange look on his face. There was an angle here for sure. .

The old man starts to smile. “I must admit we don’t see too many of you guys up in this neck of the woods either, which is fine by us.”

My Dad smiles. “Well… what is your name?”

“Yoshi”

“Well Yoshi… that is to about to change.”

My Dad was a staff Sargent and had this great job in the motor pool. How did he get this job? He lied. He said he was an ace mechanic before the war. He knew very little about how motor vehicles worked at all. He literally did nothing all day long. If a vehicle needed repair he would just delegate it to someone else. However if you needed a jeep, he was your man. He would trade jeeps and other vehicles for favors. Sometimes he lent out all the jeeps. For example, if an officer asked for a jeep to go to town on a date, sometimes he might get an eight ton truck instead. He loved screwing over the officers and doing deals on the side. A double bonus.

Gas during the war gas was going for 15 cents a gallon and was highly rationed. However on the black market you could sell it for almost pay two bucks a gallon. He told me how he would steal gas from the navy. The motor pool would send over their five thousand gallon tanker truck to the ship yard. My Dad got the idea to strap on twenty five gallon jerry cans to the side of the truck. The Navy hated to fill those small cans but they did anyway.

His CO would get the receipt for 5100 gallons and call my Dad in.

“What the hell is this Sargent? Our truck only holds 5000 gallons.”

“You know those Navy guys they are all screwed up.” Yep, my Dad had an answer for everything.

One of my father’s greatest coups was sugar for sex. If there was anything harder to get then gas during the war it was sugar. One of my Dad’s friends was Walter the mess hall Sargent. He told Walter about all the lovely horny Asian women that lived on North end of the island. Before you know it, two jeeps loaded down with 50 pound bags of sugar, coffee and gas were heading north, to do some trading with the natives.

After a couple of months of this my Dad and his friends were treated like kings. Not only did the villagers get some sugar in their coffee. They got treated like real people.

Yes, in the end the girls were waiting there with open arms and open legs too.

So, I guess I could have been half Japanese. Maybe there is a half brother or sister of mine somewhere in Hawaii who looks half Italian too, who knows.

However a part of my father was Japanese. Even though both his parents were full blooded Italian emigrants.

All his dental work was done for free in the Army. All the work was done with silver. He needed some crowns done and really wanted gold. It was going to cost him a small fortune.

“No problem.” His dentist told him. “You can get your gold for just a few cents on the dollar.”

“How?”

“Easy, the first marine division is in town. They got all the gold you want.”

“The marines have gold?”

“Yes they do. it is jap gold, son!”

“Jap gold?”

“The marines do some dentistry work on our jap friends. After they kill them, they collect their gold fillings and teeth.”

“Oh.”

“If that bothers you, you can always pay full price.”

So guess where his gold fillings came from?

There was another story he loved to relate. I must have heard a hundred times. It was the chocolate for whiskey story.

A day in the motor pool, my father was chomping down a Hersey chocolate bar. There were two more on his desk. All of which he had been stolen out of the C ration kits. A young officer from Alabama strolls in to get a jeep. .

“What’s that you have there Sargent?”

“A chocolate bar.”

“Well, I really like chocolate and it’s hard to get it around here.”

“It sure is but whiskey is even harder to get.”

Whiskey was rationed and hard to get. The officers were entitled to one fifth of “Three Feathers Whiskey” a month. Plenty of beer for everyone but not much hard liquor.

“I don’t drink.” The officer said.

My dad got that look in his eye. There was a deal in the making here.

“I would be happy to give you ten Hersey chocolate bars for your bottle of whiskey.” My dad piped up.

“Really you could do that?”

“Sure, it would be tough but I could make that happen.”

So this went on for many months, they traded chocolate bars for whiskey. My Dad had a waiting list for the booze. He would get as much as $80 a bottle. This was my father’s finest moment. To screw the establishment and make money too, what could be better?

Things do change. The battalion went on an eighty mile hike one day. Everyone stopped for lunch. The young Lieutenant set down on a rock and opened up his C rations. Much to his surprise he looked down at his Hersey chocolate bar and realized it was the same kind that my father was giving him.

The next day, the lieutenant called my father in for a talk. All hell broke loose.

“So Sargent Casarona what do you do with the whiskey I been giving you?”

“Selling it mostly.”

“How much a bottle?”

“About $40 a bottle.”

“Ok… Our deal is still on but I want $20 a bottle on top of the chocolate.”

“Yes sir!”

He was still coming out on top.

Yes, my father was having the time of his life in Hawaii. Wheeling and dealing and making new friends. Then the worst possible thing happened. The war ended. The party was over. He told me on VJ day you could a pin drop in the barracks. No celebration, the two year vacation from the real world was over. All the kids out of the pool.

I always wondered how he ended it with his Japanese girlfriend. I remembered seeing her picture in his army photo album. My father had a big dilemma, he already was going to have a hard time explaining his new German, protestant wife to his Italian catholic family in the Bronx. So, I don’t think his Japanese Buddhist girlfriend ever had a chance. Yep, my Dad had one too many axis women in his life. Because of that I ended up half German rather than half Japanese.

My Dad’s family never did like my mother and her strange religion anyway. In their minds my Dad was supposed to have come home to the Bronx and married a nice Italian, Catholic girl. Marty was always the rebel, one of the few things I learned to like about him, in my later years.

He loved Asian women because when my Dad died in 2012 his girlfriend who was 40 years younger than him was from Thailand. He told me he had the best sex of his life with her. It was all about the sex for him and all about the money for her. When he died he left everything to her. Judging how often he told me they had sex and what his net worth was at the time of his death, I figured it cost him about $880 every time they had sex. I hope it was the best sex he ever had because, he could have gotten a Los Vegas hooker for the same money. Yes, she had him wrapped around her little finger as did my mother and his second wife Martina.

He sent me his will in 2007. It outlined how he basically gave everything to his girlfriend. Which was fine with me except he made no provisions for his grandchildren my children. I was very upset about this and called him up.

“Dad, I don’t care about me but nothing for your grand kids?”

“Relax, I got you guys covered.” He said.

“Really what are you talking about?”

“I’m making you the executor to my will. This is your ace in hole.”

“What are you talking about?”

“It’s simple. This is how it will work. Once I’m dead, you as the executor of the will can contest it.”

“What?”

“Yes, after I’m dead I don’t give a shit about her. You can contest the will and get all the money back.”

I try to live my life very Zen. However, I can’t recall a time in my whole life when I have gotten so angry. I totally lost it.

“Are you out of your mind? The last thing I want to do after you dead is get a lawyer and spend thousands of dollars trying to clean up the mess you have created.”

“But Keith, you have the ace in the whole.”

My Dad was a funny guy. Pussy wiped to the very end!

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Org Is RACIST! Towards Sisters Of COLOR In Particular--IMO!

by HiddlesWife in

i'm sorry--i'm getting this very sensitive vibe that the org (mainly those at the top) don't have any respect--forget about love--for sisters of color.

i'm coming to this conclusion from a couple of videos on jw broadcasting about single sisters.. after watching this video: .

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tnjrbkggp4g.

new boy

"it really, really pisses me off when stuff like this is going on in the Org; this is not supposed to happen there." Oh really?

I first encountered racism in the organization at bethel. One of the worse jobs at bethel is the bindery line. Go there and check it out 80% of the people there are black or spanish.

If it looks like shit and smells like shit it just might be .......

Look at the history.

It's a white male dominated organization

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Chapter 2 of "50 years a Watchtower Slave"

by new boy in

chapter 1 was posted sometime back.

because of it's length chapter 2 will be posted in two parts.

chapter 2 the journey begins.

new boy

Chapter 1 was posted sometime back. Because of it's length chapter 2 will be posted in two parts. Chapter 2 The journey begins.

My story doesn’t really begin with me in elementary school but begins with my parents and my grandparents. Like all families, our ancestor’s decisions have help create the back drop of our lives and our stories. Yes, all of us are still dealing with the decisions other family members have made for us. Many of these decisions, were made years before you and I were even born. Many of these decisions were made by people, you have never even met. The decisions concerning where they choose to live may have affected the place you now live. The religions they believed in, could have been passed down to them by their parents. They in turn would try pass their thought systems down to their children. This would possibly effect many future generations in one way or another. What kind of education, morals and even sexual peculiarities of your ancestors, may be things you are still having to deal with today. These and other things, all effect our upbringing and thus our lives. So, many of our decisions we make later in our lives would be a direct result of the programing we were given as a young child. As William Shakespeare once said “All the world's a stage and all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and their entrances and one man in his time plays many parts.” So, many of these roles you are now playing may have been given to you. For others these roles have been chosen. I personally believe I chose my story before I was even incarnated here on Earth.

There is no need to go back many generations of my family, to set the ground work of this strange story. We will start with my two lovely parents, Norma and Marty and their parents. My parents have been my key players in this story.

My mother was a Kansas farm girl of Czechoslovakian and German ancestry. My Father was a New York City Italian. Needless to say, these two people who had little in common. They were brought together by way of world war two. If it wasn’t for the war these two people would have never met. Besides killing a lot of people war brings a lot people together. In their case it was love at first sight.

My mother never talked much about her years of growing up in Kansas during the depression. All I knew is her father was a gambler and the town bootlegger. He owned a pool hall. I remember him as kind of like the character Ryan O’Neal played in the movie “Paper Moon.” He spent a lot of time out of town “on business.” He didn’t do much to take care of his wife and kids. So, during one of his long trips away his wife Mabel was alone with their four small children. She was pregnant with their fifth child. With no money, no food and no hope she took matters into her own hands. I have no idea what was going through her mind that cold Kansas winter night. The night she bleed to death after her failed abortion attempt with a coat hanger.

After her death, my mother with her brothers and sister was shipped off to different relatives. My poor mom got to stay with my grandfather’s father. He loved Norma a lot. How many people get a free farm worker and sex slave dropped into their laps?

We didn’t find out what happened to mom until many years after her death. In fact I was the one who brought it up to my father. I told him I thought mom had been sexually abused as a child. He didn’t want to believe it at first.

There were some strange things about mom I told him. Like when he would come home from work and want a kiss from her. If, us kids were around she would push him away. Dad told me he hardly ever saw her nude, the lights were always out. She was very sly. Needless to say the sex was terrible he told me. Years later he had the story confirmed about her grandfather. It put a lot of the pieces of the puzzle together.

My Dad who screwed anything that walked before he got married, loved the fact mom was a “good girl.” Mom told him there would be no sex before marriage. This was the type of girl you should marry my dad thought to himself. He soon found out there would be little or no sex after marriage too.

Anyway my mom made her escape from Kansas when she was just 17. In 1943 she moved to Southern California. Her relatives were sad to see her go. She moved in with an aunt and got work immediately. The war was going strong and California was booming in the 1940’s. I’m sure she felt like her life could finally begin.

My dad on the other hand grew up in the Bronx. In a close knit Italian family. Sunday dinners with the relatives were always fun. They would start around 3:00 after Mass. Lots of good food and conversations. The grandfathers were nice to their grandkids no sex with family members in this group. I think my dad enjoyed his childhood. He always had twinkly in eye when talked about growing up in the great depression. He was the oldest male of four children. As the first born male in an Italian family he was spoiled rotten.

Women run the whole show in most Italian families. Many of the men love it that way. They end up marrying someone who starts out being their lover and move into the role of their mother. This is what happened with my father. My folks had a total parent and child relationship. My mom became the mother to her brothers and sister when her mother dead. She was in the total mother mode when she met my father. My father on the other hand was the kid who never grew up. You can see this kind of relationships in many marriages. They work well, as long no one wants to change positions. Then all hell breaks loose.

part B tomorrow