Sulkdodds
The Freeman
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So after talking with them for a while, and dropping enormous hints that I never wanted to have anything to do with them again, they asked me their name. Naturally I didn't want to give them my real name...I'm Tom, I told them.
Almost two months later, they were back.
My brother answered the door. "Is there a Tom here?" "No...no there isn't." This time I made it painfully clear that I didn't want to join their cult. They seemed very nice old people, these two geriatric recruiters - though they had some weird ideas. "I'm sure it's a great community and you have a very nice time," I said, "but I'm afraid-"
The nice old man pointed his finger at me, narrowing his eyes slightly. Uncharacteristic. "Don't patronise me," he said. "I've been in the world long enough - don't patronise me."
And then, right then, with perfect clarity, I saw the hate festering within him. As if a veil had been lifted, I could see the workings of his mind: don't you dare talk to me like that, you little shit. I've been in this world sixty years. You little ****er." This kind of stopped my in my tracks.
"And your name isn't Tom? You shouldn't lie. Don't lie to me, son." Oh christ. I glimpsed it again - the deep well of anger inside him. Not so much religious fervour but the cold malice of an ordinary bastard. I told him about www.thebricktestament.com . "You can't make a comic of the bible," he almost spits. My god, there it is again - I can see the rage boiling within his very soul!
I guess the moral is...don't trust Jehovah's witnesses. They seem friendly but inside they're burning.
Almost two months later, they were back.
My brother answered the door. "Is there a Tom here?" "No...no there isn't." This time I made it painfully clear that I didn't want to join their cult. They seemed very nice old people, these two geriatric recruiters - though they had some weird ideas. "I'm sure it's a great community and you have a very nice time," I said, "but I'm afraid-"
The nice old man pointed his finger at me, narrowing his eyes slightly. Uncharacteristic. "Don't patronise me," he said. "I've been in the world long enough - don't patronise me."
And then, right then, with perfect clarity, I saw the hate festering within him. As if a veil had been lifted, I could see the workings of his mind: don't you dare talk to me like that, you little shit. I've been in this world sixty years. You little ****er." This kind of stopped my in my tracks.
"And your name isn't Tom? You shouldn't lie. Don't lie to me, son." Oh christ. I glimpsed it again - the deep well of anger inside him. Not so much religious fervour but the cold malice of an ordinary bastard. I told him about www.thebricktestament.com . "You can't make a comic of the bible," he almost spits. My god, there it is again - I can see the rage boiling within his very soul!
I guess the moral is...don't trust Jehovah's witnesses. They seem friendly but inside they're burning.