Watchtower Lies Cleaning up No. 12
11.08.2012 Bruchsal - Shortly after ten arrived in Bruchsal. Two men were in charge of the Jehovah's Witnesses' stand. They ignored me steadfastly. I saw right at the beginning, when I had not yet shown the sign, a woman who had stepped into a huge, fat pile of dogs. That pile of dogs was right in the middle of the bottleneck between the Jehovah's Witness bookstore and the Telekom billboards. It had already been partially spread and distributed, so that in this passageway it was to be expected that more passers-by would enter. I stood near him and had to warn quite a few passers-by by pointing at the excrement and saying: Attention! or: Beware! or: More left! Sometimes I had to stop someone with a clear gesture so that he wouldn't tap into the dog excrement.
One of the two Jehovah's Witnesses heard loudly that I was standing right near the dog pile. I answered: I warn people about it and I warn them about your seduction. - Silence.
Again and again this Jehovah's Witness made this connection between me and the dog shit. We discussed - first from a distance - then from close up. In the meantime I had gotten a newspaper with which I could cover the dog poo. The passers-by always walked around the newspaper. The bright contrast to the plaster drew their attention. So we discussed, whereby the dog pile allusion witness said again and again that I should disappear. The other Jehovah's Witness, however, now looked like someone standing in front of his burned house. I had woven some facts, which are also stated here on this page, into the conversation. My voice became a little louder and brighter, because the dog pile witness spoke again and again in between. That I talked so loudly was not at all right for them. They behaved like someone who is told aloud that he is naked, and who then only puts his finger on his mouth. Psssst!
The shocked-looking Jehovah's Witness suggested that the action be stopped in order to withdraw the platform from me. The other was stubborn, which was, of course, in the sense of the faithful and circumspect slave. But apparently the replacement of the two, which was planned for 12:00 o'clock, must have cancelled. They dismantled the stand at 12:00 sharp.
Before the premature departure of Jehovah's Witnesses, I did not stand in front of the stand for a time, but next to it. The Jehovah's Witness, who clung to the idea that I was one with the dog poo, came around a large potted plant to the trash to throw something away. I told him: I do love you. And I felt how he became absolutely likeable to me as a whole person at that moment. He didn't think he could hear properly. I repeated. I really love you! He was not able to understand that and said in leaving: But that is then only one-sided.
In the meantime, I was able to testify to an MLPD communist. I was able to enjoy two delicious matjes rolls of two euros each and to recognize the superiority of the teachings that arise from faith in Jesus Christ and to feel the resulting serenity.
Jehovah's Witness, who had been summoned to the early dismantling of the bookshelves, accused me of the excrement coming from me. His wife said they were really convinced, but I would only argue.
Jehovah's Witnesses! Let us call you! Jesus does not save by conviction or deification of an organization (fascism). Jesus saves through faith and He puts a love in your heart that would never be able to connect anyone with dog shit.
In between I was photographed by a man from a distance of one meter. I asked him: Will you send me the photo? He - furiously stomping away: Absolutely not! Is that a Facebook activist? The Internet platform Facebook is known as a collection point where you can already voluntarily hand over the data that is used when the mark on your forehead or right hand is inserted. Or does he only distribute the photo to a small circle of specially authorized people? To a raiding party? - Who knows, maybe a slave has already paid the bounty.