Some criminals are inveterate, and so, too are some cult crooks. In my twenty years as a Jehovah's Witness I've witnessed so much dishonesty. Here are some that were perpetrated on me: Brother "Big-and-Tall" was an elder with two giant-sized sons. I became close to him one day when we worked as a tandem in Field Service. He was from the South and said he could identify with me because our backgrounds were similar. I used to banter him about his bigness that if he were living in the days of slavery he would've been an asset to his master because of his size, because the master would be happy to have him service all the slave girls and have a plantation of giants. After a short while we developed a close friendship. My wife used to cook up a storm and invited him and his family. After eating, he would sing and spill his guts---you know, divulge confidential matters and secrets of other elders. I used to operate a flea market business. In my efforts to be a loving brother, I used to give him some of the over-sized suits among other items. One day he "bought" some stuff in the amount of $500.00. When I asked him for the money he said that he only had $15.00. A year went by without even a token payment. Nevertheless, the punk had the spunk to go up on the platform one day and talked a whole lot of junk about "honesty" in business dealings. Goes to show how detached these devils are from their discourses. He was exhorting me to be honest when he himself was a damn thief! He eventually went back down South: I guess to continue "preaching the good news of God's kingdom" while trolling for another unsuspecting brother to swindle. "Shorty," a body builder, was fond of showing off his muscle and talking about his exploits as a karate enthusiast. In the process of trying to impress, he was distressing me with a whole bunch of lies. I knew because he would often spell and guess and digress. I persevered, however, and we eventually became friends. He, along with his wife and three kids, used to come regularly for meals. On some weekends they would sleep over. One day he and his family spent eight hours selecting leather jackets, shoes, bags, coats and other items. When he was finished I asked him for my money. He said "I'd not brong any money." I asked him when I would get pay for the stuff. He said it was like in the bank, I should not worry. He stopped coming to meetings and became hard to find. One day I saw him dropping money in the Slave's extended pocket (that's the collection box with the slot at the entrance). I asked him for my money; he said that "If I'd seen you I'd not have did it [drop the money in the box]". I cornered him in the cloak room about a month later. But instead of coughing up some dough it had seemed like the crooked brother wanted to crack me over the head. He eventually became sick with some muscle disorder and started walking with two crutches but continued with his one-track mind. He fell into a coma and came out unscathed, had a relapse and a rebound. I could tell the illness was taking its toll on whatever he had left in his bankroll so I didn't bother to dun the wicked troll. He eventually moved up North, and died of high blood pressure, but with the same low down dirty attitude, and the money I needed so badly to feed my brood. Overseer "Greed" robbed me in a spiritual sense because he was the one who baptized me. He was flying high in the financial category at a progressive airline. One day he figured that since some of the Slaves fleeced the flock in the past and got away with murder the future would be bright for him if he could build on their record. Therefore, he set up an investment company for financial gains even though he was "no part of Satan's Commercialism!" For a time the enterprise was soaring so he invited some greedy Slaves to come along for the ride. When he started out, everything was above board, but as soon as the undertaking began to flounder he started fudging financial figures. But the maneuver couldn't keep the company above the cloud of suspicion. He got figured out! After a thorough investigation, the authorities gathered a preponderance of evidence and threw the book at him. The enterprise crashed and he almost landed in jail. The defrauded brothers and sisters became raging mad and hounded him. After failing to cough up some dough or assuage their feeling with "spiritual counsel" the arriviste
fled the country to join his other materialistic friends, leaving a promise that he would "set matters straight" in the near future. But just like how the Slaves have been jumping form one figure to the next, he is going to figure out a way to give them a six for a nine, and go to heaven rich!