Watchtower Lies Cleaning up No. 69
Immediately upon my arrival, two Jehovah's Witnesses stuck the Watchtower out of their mantle, protected by a blue foil package, which can be ordered worldwide from the Watchtower Society for small money. The word of the Watchtower God must be protected from cold, wind and snow. I can imagine how the Watchtower Society recommends plastic coatings: "How can we show our appreciation for the right food? Let's make sure that the value we attribute to Jehovah's word becomes visible to the world's people in a practical way by protecting Jehovah's spiritual food with our weatherproof sleeves!" Tip: If the sleeves were given away together with the Watchtower, the Watchtower Society could make even more money from it.
During the confrontation of Jehovah's food with facts about the Jehovah's religion, the two ladies talked bored and radiated serenity. The younger Jehovah's Witness, however, began to read my lyrics. After the older one saw that the younger one had not been struck by lightning immediately, the older one took a look at my lyrics, which I changed several times during the confrontation. In the text about the religious murder that Jehovah's Witnesses practice by bleeding to death, the Watchtower clock struck twelve and Jehovah's Witnesses had the end of shift.
No Jehovah's Witnesses appeared in the further course of the morning except for Mrs. Unwirsch from the previous day. She marched through the pedestrian zone and disappeared. I sat down on a bench and looked for Jehovah's Witnesses who might have wanted to take advantage of the good weather for preaching. But only one man, who had already spoken to me the day before, greeted me loudly and asked: "Well, no enemies in sight?"
I answered, "Lost friends!"
Today, for the first time in Wiesloch, the Jehovah's Witnesses felt a certain lack of convulsiveness. At least the two women with the bluish magazines took a few thoughts home with them.
On the way to the Pallatin, where I had parked my motorcycle, I thought of the anti evening meal that I had observed there years ago and in the course of which some discussion arose. Mr. Be-----er, who at the time assumed that I would probably become a Jehovah's Witness sooner or later, has never appeared for sermon service in Wiesloch. His word effusions in the chest tone of conviction found and find no echo in the practical work on the street. Where does this man live? Is he a Jehovah's Witness who has no sermon service to perform?
Even though the confrontation of Jehovah's right food with the facts of the antichristian Jehovah religion cannot take place regularly, it will continue at irregular intervals and hopefully there will be a chance for a long time to come that Jehovah's Witnesses will be allowed to realize how much they are being lied to by the Watchtower Society.