Friday, March 29, 2013

Ordered something else to be made...

Guys....the scaffold match is a thing of beauty.....ONE of these days I will have means to photograph it...Well my little artist guy was here the other day and for only a few bucks I ordered something else.  The Buried alive playset!
Oh yeah....Since Mattel nor Jakks will make one...It is again up to me!

It is even going to come with a little tombstone.  Only saying Buried Alive of course.  
He is going to put plastic grass on it and polyurithane coating for the dirt etc.  I told him to make it strong as it will probably take a pounding.
This is what I DO NOT want!  How boring!  I am going to have plastic grass but man...The above is too neat to be done.  I like a little dirt...I like patches of baldspots in my grass etc.
And this royally sucks....It is what happens when kids try to customize things...But I want mine done professionally.  One that will last for years.
I am sure it will be alot better than this....

I promise you guys I will have a camera again soon.  
The artist doing it is the same one that did all of the Monster lifesized figures, and my DC and Dungeons and Dragons sign.  I am sure he will not disappoint with this.

The Buried Alive match concept came about in October of 1996 and even had a PPV named after it.  It was revolutionary at the time.  I think they have had 5 in total.  Plan on using mine alot!  I am sure it could also double for an MU display.

Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Wednesday Wishlist- Top A Tv shows on DVD I want!

Yup....I will be running this every Wednesday alternating with the DVD movies that are on my wishlist.  Oh If only I could find them then I would be a happy man...It might not always be 10.  Could be less.
1. A team season 2-  Yeah I HAVE season one.  But this continues the story!

2. A team season 3- More continuation...

3. A team season 4- What else can I say?

4. A team season 5-  It is the final season.  I am a collection completist.  So I heard it was bad but I gotta have it!
5. Amazing Stories- Season 1...I do not think they have come out with another volume after this.  But these were unique for the day.  After all it does say Spielberg at the top!  I always loved the theme.

6. Animaniacs volume 1- I have none of these.  But man...these were the stuff back in the day.  Cutting social commentary etc.  I watched these during my Rocky Horror phase and they always seemed to delight!

7. Animaniacs volume 2- More craziness!

8. Animaniacs volume 3- Lunacy!

9. Animaniacs volume 4- Wowie!  Love the tower background!

10. Avengers animated series volume 6-   I have the first 5 which are awesome!  I guess this is the finale....Should be awesome!  I spot Galactus there!

Friday, March 22, 2013

Oh lookie lookie....

Just a small update....We do not open the cafe until 4 pm.  Guess who came knocking on it's doors at 2 pm?   That is right....The ever lovin Elders.  So the blogpost is out now....What possible reason could they be calling after these past few years....We didn't open the door but we saw them.  They didn't see us.

Like Raymond Franz said in is book about Peter Gregerson....See Peter was a Witness who had renounced his faith in the Watchtower society.  Raymond had not but still remained friends with him.  They had a meal together at a public restaurant.  The Elders found out about it.  They disfellowshipped Raymond JUST for having a meal with someone no longer a witness.  The witnesses use this verse...

Holman Christian Standard Bible (©2009)
But now I am writing you not to associate with anyone who claims to be a believer who is sexually immoral or greedy, an idolater or verbally abusive, a drunkard or a swindler. Do not even eat with such a person.

If someone no longer wishes to be a witness do the above automatically apply?  I mean I have left.  Does that make me greedy or a drunkard or a swindler?  No it does not.  So witnesses twist and turn such scriptures to make themselves seperate from people.  In a sense to control others.

Edit- Turns out the Elder emailed me with a invitation for the Memorial.  Should I go and partake?  Wifey thinks it would be like spitting at them and disrespectful.  Although I am just tempted to email the blog post and be done with it.  Isn't it funny...They are SO concerned with my spirituality that even though the sign outside says we open at 4 pm they STILL come at 2 pm....and instead of grabbing lunch to come back at 4....He emails instead.  Way to cop out!

Thursday, March 21, 2013

Controversial Thursday- I don't get it...

Yeah I don't get it.  Welcome one and all to Controversial Thursday where no topic is off limits.  Anything that I wish to complain about gets done....This week....Is I don't get it.  What do I not get?  This...
Oh yeah...I also don't get this...
Oh and this too....
Here is one last one...
What does all of this have in common?  Fans go crazy for this crap....That is what I do not get!  I hated this stuff even as a kid.  I don't get how any fan of these items likes these baby toys.  They look ridiculous.  I wonder what is the appeal.  I mean I watched Star Wars and never saw any of the characters look like blockheads!  Same with Terminator 2.  I don't get why people go crazy for these things.  I think they are wastes of plastic myself.  The toy company could have made an accurate 3 inch or 4 inch or whatever realistic looking figure.  Instead we got blockheads.  Childish crap really.  In the real world....I would, if a friend asked me over to show me his collection of this stuff...I might slap him silly.  Who collects this?  This stuff should be in the kiddie aisle at Toys R Us.  Oh wait, it is!  

I know all of our collection tastes are not the same....But damn.  Have some dignity.  Lucy from Peanuts hated blockheads and so do I.  If I ever start collecting these things then send me a pacifier!
This is so retarded....Full blown retarded!
I mean really collectors...If you bought the above...where did your balls go?

Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Wishlist Wednesday- Top 10 CD's I want!

Yeah...I am still stuck on CD's....I have not learned the whole download music thing.  Wish I could learn it.  I would much rather have this music on a Kingston USB then a CD...Oh well...My top 10 list that I wished I possessed.
1. Batman the animated series- This is different music from the Mask of the Phantasm CD.  This covers the scope of the show.

2. Conan the Barbarian-  Great soundtrack!  I HAD it and sold it when my father died.  Big mistake!

3. Elvira's Haunted hits-  Had this too and sold it when Dad died.  I really liked this.  The cover is awesome too.

4. Evanescance- I had this TOO!  Some jackass waiter stole it in Monster Cafe.  The music is first rate.  Helped alot through my father's passing.
5. Friday the 13th music- the CREEPIEST music ever composed IMO.  Love it.  Wish I had these CD's!

6. The Goodbye Girl broadway- This was one of the first Broadway shows I had ever seen.  Loved the soundtrack.  It is a bit hard to find today.  My own mother stole mine.

7. Grease- This music moves me.  I have never owned this CD.

8. Kickboxer- This music MAKES me want to workout!  I need it bad!  I am 40 now and do not want to start looking badly.

9. Raiders of the lost ark- Wow....this music puts me right back into 1981.  I had this CD at one point.  It was another casualty of Dad dying.
 10. Star Wars-This music also puts me back into my childhood.  How can I not have this?  I have episodes 1-3!!!  This is a must get someday!

Tuesday, March 19, 2013

New Toy Tuesday- Superhero mania!

Yeah so I got a few discounted DVD's at Blockbuster yesterday.
The Dark Knight Rises!  WHOOO!  I have not seen it yet as most of the movies that come to Saltillo at the theater are DUBBED into Spanish...Ughhh...major letdown.  So I have to wait until the DVD comes out before I see anything.  I mean El Chavo comes on in the U.S. but do we dub it into English?  No....So why does it have to be done here?  Anyways why is Bane talking like Sean Connery? 
Chronicle-  I have seen the advertizements about this flick.  Looks like something I would like.  And I did.  Wifey and I loved it.  I would love the power that they had.

These two were on my DVD wishlist.  So I can erase them now.  Oh, I also got Piranha 2 DD!  That was not on my list but since I figured I had part one, how could part 2 be bad?

Sunday, March 17, 2013

Help me out! Where to retire?

I have agonized over this for about a year now....WHERE should I retire?  Maybe people can comment on this ole blog and help me out.  Here is my criteria....

I want to grow my own vegetables and have a little livestock.  Like a few goats, some chickens etc.  Nothing like a cow or anything big like that.  Would love to have a few dogs too.

  So my area has to be reasonably warm that I would go to.  I DO like snow sometimes but not for months on end.  I do not like Tornados, or Hurricanes etc. I am very gun friendly...

 So the states I have picked out in the U.S. are....

Florida- PROS- No income tax, warm all year round, FUN stuff to do like Disney etc. close to GA.
             CONS-Too many people, TOO hot, Alligators and snakes up the wazoo, cannot have a basement.

Georgia- PROS- It is my hometown.  I know it well.. I know all the good restaurants and my two brothers are there.
              CONS-Too many witnesses that know me there.  They would shun me for sure.

Tennessee-PROS Low taxes, warm most of the year and a little snow, Mountains baby, CAN have a basement...Close to GA where I was born. Mucho guns...
                 CONS I do not know the area...

OR...I could just stay in Saltillo Mexico....
PROS- CHEAP living, I can have my dream house for next to nothing in costs, warm and cold weather
CONS- Boring as dirt, Will never fit into the culture or 100% grasp the language, no access to guns, no comics in English, Toys are too expensive...

So whaddya think?  Could someone help me out by recommending a state perhaps to go to?

Monster Cafes NEW MENU! Whaddya think?

After the doom and gloom of the witness stuff from the past two days it is time to go for some lighter things...

So...After 4 frickin long years we are finally going to change the menu a bit...What do my fellow bloggers think?  Being specific what pics should I change etc?  Notice the cover of Creepy issue 1.  I got them reading a copy of the new Monster Cafe menu.  I thought it was cool.

Yeah that 40 pesos will be moved onto the menu.  This is a work in progress.  In fact since this was made we have already made some changes to it.  We are almost ready though.  We need it.  Our old menu has become a mess.  We have breakfast items on it and we open at 4 pm!  That is how old it is!

I swear I will be talking about toys and things again.  Still gotta get that camera....

Saturday, March 16, 2013

My story as a Jehovah's Witness part 2

This is part 2 of the history of my life associated with Jehovah's Witnesses.  It all goes downhill from here.  If it wasn't there already....Go read part 1 found on my blog.  I was surprised that 400 people read it in one day but only 4 comments. 

Early 2005 Gary Martin a friend, and I formed a business partnership with a sister named Ruth and I would be the money man. Money I had obtained by my father from a life insurance policy. I was still grieving hard over Dad's death and was still a little out of it. I was worried about my future. I didn't have a career at this point and what Ruth was selling sounded good.  She took 35 grand because she had TWO diamond mines in Africa. Said she needed that money to pay off lawyers in Liberia and the money was also for the trip she had to take there. Showed me the deeds etc. Assured me we were going to be rich and I would get 15% of whatever her cut was. It was a con and I never saw it coming. I trusted this sister as we are commanded to. She avoided me and changed congregations multiple times. That has been 7 years now. The Elders do not hold her at fault either which is incredulous. I trusted this sister as my faithful sister and she has screwed me.  I have the email correspondence sent between us that verifies all what I am saying.
This is the con artist...Ruth Harris....The witness that used the name of God for me to give her $35,000...I hate her.

In the years while I was waiting on faithful Ruth... Gary Martin, my friend who had reactivated me into being a witness and his wife were kind to me. I had lunch over at their house several times while they were helping me get over Dad's death. He, Ruth and I formed the partnership for the mining business etc. His wife Jean Martin, though she denies it to this day. was in on it as well. I trusted these people about Ruth. They became my new spirtual parents. Well Gary up and dies. Very sad for me. A year later I find out from Ruth that she has no plans to pay me back the money and the diamond mine isn't going to happen. I was devastated. She then says she owes me nothing. So I go to Jean to explain. Jean states she wants nothing to do with it!!! She was Gary's right hand and I felt as if she were betraying me.  She didn't want to hear anything bad about what Ruth was doing and that she was a faithful sister. Talk about a punch in the stomach. I thought this woman was a nice woman! I think she was paid off by Ruth.So sad as she was a second mother to me. She still thinks I am involved with the truth so she has no reason to act like I am the Devil. Well at least until I come out of the closet with this blogpost.
Jean and I....She shunned me for a year and wouldn't take phone calls. ALL because I was asking Ruth where my money was after 4 years. I made up with her just to get information etc. Turns out she did do sort of the right thing and tell an Elder what Ruth had done. But that still doesn't excuse her for saying that all witnesses do bad because we are imperfect and whatever other shit she came up with.  I feel Ruth conned me...This is a major sin Jean, not just some oops slip of the tongue.

Depression continued. I finally went to my psychotic mother to take care of her because she was having hip surgery. She not being a witness had contempt for them. I was going to change that in her. She had an idea to move to Mexico. I thought that was perfect for my depression considering everywhere I turned in Atlanta I thought of my loving father. So I sold my house to this brother who had been a worker in architecture for my father.
Al. Nice brother and so humble. He has agreed to hold onto my father's original Frank Lloyd Wright drawings. My father's creations for me until I am able to return to Atlanta to obtain them. Will he shun me and refuse to give me my stuff in the future? I hope not. Time will tell.

Late 2006 So we moved to Mexico. I started with a hall there. Met another non witness gal. Got her a study which she stayed at for a year. Well to make a long story short my mother´s Joan Crawford like behavor led to me moving out.  Thrown out is more like it.  We owned the house we purchased in mexico as duel owners.  Mother used her money to remove my name from the deed and put it in her name.  Mother and I also shared a storage area together in Atlanta.  I BEGGED Al who was in Atlanta to go to it and get my stuff out since I was in Mexico and he had a key before my mother got back to Atlanta and threw all my things away.  He didn't.  He didn't pick up anything that a supposed friend would do knowing I was in a dire strait in Mexico.  So......Mother threw away all of my belongings.  THANKS AL!  All of my precious possessions and some stuff that my father had left me as well.  Personal keepsakes one cannot just buy again.

The girl, Silvia and I decided to get married. I was away in Mexico and none of the brothers from the states ever much gave me a phone call even though I had called them multiple times. So we were attending a hall together. I needed work to do in Mexico because as a foreigner it is kind of difficult obtaining good employment. So I started my own restaurant and bar. I bought a house that I installed both with. 2 years of hardwork and I formed the Monster Café. A café based on the Universal Monster movies. I felt like I needed a gimmick to get the people to come in. Little did I know the Circuit Overseer and the Elders would be pissed too. They announced to my wife and I that we were practicing spiritism by having this Monster Café. Silvia stopped studying because of this harassment. I bit my lip and made changes in the restaurant. Erasing fangs etc.

2009 The Elders NEVER even came back to see if I made the changes so after a year of running it I changed it back to what it was. I thought I had good friends in Atlanta and not ONE besides Carl and Elias has ever called me. I called around 25 witnesses many times and not one inquired as to my phone number. Witnesses at first of course not the Elders used to come in my restaurant on the weekends.  It was around in late 2009 I started investigating on the internet Jehovah's Witnesses.  After ALL the letdowns and the screwjob by Ruth.  Wow.  My mind was really opened.  The witnesses had lied to me on a number of subjects.  Thanks to JWFACTS.COM!   So I quit going to the kingdom hall. Since I left and said I am attending a different hall the oh so loving brothers in Saltillo haven´t come in 3 years. Some love.  Also it came to my attention that my own mother paid off a notary to remove my name from the deed of the house we owned together in Mexico.  I started suing her for my half of the property 3 YEARS LATER. As of this writing the JW brother named Mark Turford, that sold us the house, has illegally rented it out without my knowledge.  I live 10 hours and never knew till much later.  Witnesses are grossly dishonest eh?  2010-2011 Even read Crisis of Conscience by Raymond Franz. NEVER knew about that book when I was a witness. Perhaps the word needs to get out about it. A HUGE thanks to my real mother Anne Early!  You have been a blessing in my life.  She is the one that sent me Crisis of Conscience.  It helped me alot.

The Elders didn't do ANYTHING to Ruth. No punishment whatsoever! So I guess it is ok to rob from your brothers...I had a signed agreement and everything. But because of Ruth's very conning manuvers of me AND that I had moved to Mexico the term limits may be expired by now.  As witnesses it is commanded that you are not allowed to sue another witness....How convienent for Ruth..  I am sure the bible says you should not cheat them out of money either...2011 So I went to an attorney anyways. Sarah Wayman.. A Witness attorney who I thought had my best interests in tow. She could help. She knew Dad and would do something where the Elders had not. Um no....She will not take the case. Not because Ruth is a witness...but because she feels Ruth has no money. Did she talk to Ruth? No...She talked to the head Elder in charge. She offered NO explanation to me. Theocratic love strikes again...

She talked to this Elder. Timothy Galfas. The man had a reputation for getting things done. So I talked to him too. He interviewed Ruth. She ADMITTED she took my money. He told me nothing could be done. No disfellowshipping of her or anything of the kind. So If I were smoking I would be kicked out of the organization SO fast it would make my head spin but this "sister" cons me out of $35,000 and she is as right as rain. Unbelievable!

So I also bought In Search of Christian Freedom also by Raymond Franz. It is amazing! I hug the book every night and WISH I could have met the author.  I even ordered Captives of a Concept by Don Cameron.  It is an ok book.  But really Crisis of Conscience and In Search of Christian Freedom are all one needs to read to find out the truth about Jehovah's Witnesses.  I plan to do another read through all in good time.  I finally feel like my life is mine again.  I have taken the last two years to find out who I really am.  I am against all organized religion now.  That is for sure.  The things in these two books are not told to the flock of Jehovah's Witnesses.  We have no idea what really goes on as laymen.

  In my experience being a witness some of it has been good. Kept me out of trouble and I made 2 or 3 friends from it. I am sure all of that will change when they read this blog. I am SURE the Elders in Saltillo will come to find me to disfellowship me.  But now is the time for me.  I devoted many years to this religion.  I need to make up for lost time.  I avoided many books, movies, and other ways of thinking because they were considered demonic etc..Things that are just ridiculous...Like old bookshelves.  They are considered possibly demonic in this wacky religion.

2012 So this is my wife and I on the left with our team at Monster Cafe Saltillo. The COOLEST restaurant this side of the border.  I am crazy about my wife.  Without her I would not have had the courage to make this post.  Thanks honey!

2013 So so far I have lost my suit against my mother for control over my half of the house...This crooked country Mexico has it's judges paid off.  As of this writing today there is a 3rd judgment that I must win if I am to win the case.    I have had too many disappointments when it comes to my life.
I WON THE THIRD JUDGEMENT!  Which means I won the case.  Justice at last!

  This is it!  
So in the end I did enjoy some aspects of being a witness. The feeling of security etc.  I am even starting to grow a beard....Lord have mercy!  See folks a beard is one of the ultimate acts of disobediance....Can you see why it is a cult?  It will be a new world for me because I have NO friends who are not witnesses so to speak of.  And the witness friends that I DO have will no doubt turn their backs on me.  But really how I feel is below.
I think this open letter is very apt. It was not written by me but applies VERY well to my situation except the children part. Just substitute children with friends. Also is interspersed with pics of JW teachings with my own thoughts in bold.

An Open Letter to Jehovah’s Witnesses

You may not remember, but I know you very well. I met you a long time ago when you came to my house with your smiling faces, your neat clothes, and your soft voices and a Bible tucked neatly under your arm. You told me many beautiful stories of a “paradise earth,” and a “righteous new system” which would be established shortly. You beguiled me; I listened and I let you teach me your form of Christ-dignity.

I loved you, I devoted most of my life to you, I was loyal and obedient, never realizing that one day I would come to disagree with everything you had to say. When I first met you and learned of the “paradise,” little did I know that in order to get to that paradise, I would have to walk over the dead bodies of beloved family, cherished friends, and casual acquaintances, because they didn’t want to be Jehovah’s Witnesses. With your soft, sweet voices, and gentle manner, you convinced me that everything and everyone who did not agree with you was “evil.”

I came to believe that other churches were bad and of the devil, and so were their members. I became convinced that all the governments were wicked, including my own, and that I was not to support the country in which I lived. I believed you; I loved you, trusted you, and served you and never suspected that you were capable of deceiving me.

I loved you so much that I raised my precious children as Jehovah’s Witnesses. I taught them that you were trustworthy and true followers of God and Jesus. I trained them to believe your every word. How could I have known that in the future you would steal my own flesh and blood from my arms and prevent them from seeing me because I would come to disagree with you? I never noticed the fangs of oppression and tyranny that lurked behind those gentle smiles.

I never knew that I would be expected to hand over my mind, soul, and spirit to you, and if I were to ever want them back, you would hold my children as hostages and no amount of begging and tears would release them from your grip because they had been raised to look at you as being God, rather than mere men.

When I came to you, I was young and pretty and impressionable, looking for a relationship with God, my Creator. But through slick words and empty speeches you convinced me that I was not really a child of God, that my duty was to the organization-that THEY would tell me what to do and how to think. Through years of domination and manipulation I began to accept the meager food that was being offered to me, and became willing to accept it as the true “spiritual” food from the Master, while all the time feeling the gnawing at my body.
On the magazine cover it says that these old people will not die....On the right it seems that every single one of them is dead. Another false prophecy by Jehovah's Witnesses.

Finally, I discovered that I had been robbed of my joy, my love, my compassion, and my mercy, and it was replaced with legalistic doctrinal formula which provided me with fear, guilt, and anxiety to fill my hunger. When I said, “I want more than this,” you slapped me with your soft little hand, which had now turned into an iron fist of oppression.

Yes, you fooled me all along; your deception was because you had been fooled too, a long time ago, by others who had taken you captive to their dictatorial reign of terror. You convinced me that the words of men were the words of God because you really thought it was true. I believed you because you were gentle, soft spoken, and carried the Bible tucked under your arm.
Predictions that supposedly came from God about the end of the world to happen in 1975. False prophets indeed.  Nothing was EVER told to people that came in later like I did.  I knew none of this when I was baptized in 1994.  The organization hides this information.

You told me that you had “freedom” and it was only later, when I tried to escape your brand of “freedom” that I discovered that the iron bars of the gate had been shut and I was at your mercy because, by this time, you had already gained control of my mind and my emotions. I cried and begged you to please let me go, and you said, with your firm, roaring voice, “not until I have stripped you naked” and you did.

You stripped me of my dignity, my self-respect, my honor, and my FAMILY! You told all my family and friends that I was demonic, evil, an apostate, a spiritual fornicator, and good for nothing but total destruction by your angry God whom you had tried to pass off as a God of “love.”
If I hadn't opened Monster Cafe I would be on the street. This article was written in 1987. Imagine the ruined lives the Watchtower has caused.

They believed you, and they still believe you, because their eyes are blinded by the promise of “paradise” and they cannot “see” the Hell that surrounds them.

The ever illusive “paradise” is held out to the gullible like a carrot in front of the nose of a rabbit, and causes them to sacrifice their family, friends, careers, education, hopes and dreams on the altar of the Watchtower Bible and Tract Society.

Now I’m older, now I’m wiser, but now it is too late- life is fast slipping away. Through my tears, I cry out for my beautiful daughter and grandchildren, but you grip them tighter and tighter and tell them that YOU will be their “mother.” And so you are, and so you are! I begged to recapture my honor and my dignity, but you laughed with your bright, shining teeth, and said, “No way, you’re on your own.”

Somehow those soft, pretty words weren’t soft and pretty anymore, but words of slander, abuse, hatred, and hostility- and you said them in such a way that others would think that you were righteous and I was evil. You lied about me, but no one will believe you LIED because they trust you-that’s because you are soft spoken, gentle, and carry a Bible tucked neatly under your arm.

Well....I hope you all enjoyed my story. It rings true as it does with many endeavoring to leave this cult. I wonder if the last part will be true but by viewing other people who have gone through this I am sure it will be. Once you are kicked out you are considered to be dead by them.  I wish I had found out this truth YEARS ago.  I am going to miss my friends if they have to obey the governing body and shun me.  I will miss them.  I do love those guys....I just cannot live a lie anymore. If you ever find yourself wanting to know about the teachings of Jehovah's Witnesses through unfiltered eyes....Go to JWFACTS.COM

I love Jehovah God. I love Jehovah’s Witnesses…as individuals. However, I accept no designation but Christian and do not choose to divide off my association based on denomination. We are not monsters. We are not mentally diseased. We are not villains. Never forget: Jesus was accused of apostasy, as was the Apostle Paul, and the early Christians.
Apostate is a label, part of the loaded language that prevents meaningful dialog. The very word is designed to put fear in the hearts of listeners. It creates Information Control.
Far from being full of lies, half-truths and misrepresentations, we are simply people who love truth. This is why we can no long follow the Organization.

Remember my witness friends who may be reading this.  I am the same old Matthew.  

Thursday, March 14, 2013

My Jehovah's Witness story part 1

I do not know how long this is going to be to write.  I am not a professional writer by any stretch.  This is really for me than anything else. There are alot of players in my life as a witness so I have included pictures of the ones I could find over the net.  Bear with me as this is kinda long.  It is going to be hard to compress 17 years of witnessdom into two blog posts but I want to put the experience behind me.  I have decided to put in bold the years so one can get to understand the timeline as well.  The exwitnesses that read this will understand this post.  Normal people might get some of it but not all of it because I will use Witness terminology to explain stuff.  It is also not my intention to demonize anyone here.  All I speak about are my experiences and what truth is.  This is stuff that really happened to me.  It is not imbellished in any way.
This is Dad....Man do I miss him so!

 I was raised a Methodist by my father.  My beloved father.  If there is some kind of hall of fame for fathers my father would be number one in it.  I have never felt so much love from another human being.   We were pretty wealthy alright.  My father´s business took a plunge and we lost our house because of some bad trades Dad had made in the commodity market.  Dad was a great man.  He tried his hand at everything.  He was an architect, painter, lover of classical music etc. Anyway... We moved into apartments. We rarely went to the Methodist church mind you but when I was around 10, my father who was an architect, who had studied personally with Frank Lloyd Wright retained one of Jehovah´s Witnesses as his client.   A man named Don Martini.  Briliant man. 1983 
  When Don had brought Dad the final check he immediately started a bible study with him.  Dad did NOT want to be one of Jehovah´s Witnesses as he thought them weird but the things he was learning made sense to him.  Dad studied like crazy.  Read 18 of the Watchtower bound volumes and little books.  Finally became one under protest.  Protest meaning because Dad was never much in love with religion.

Dad loved me so much.  I had every toy I could want.  Gi Joe etc.  I thought the Witness Don was a pretty weird guy.  Don wanted the house cleaned as Dad and I were not the witness version of cleanliness so he got to picking up things and putting them in the trash can.  How a person could go in someone else´s house to do this and how Dad allowed it I have no idea…anyway the guy chucked GI Joe issue 30 with the Dreadnoks in the trash.  I screamed out loud and retrieved my comic…Don said did I really want a magazine glorifying war?  YES! I screamed.  He dropped the issue.   We went over Don's house for a Bible study a couple of times.  Here was this Christian man I looked up to because he had a really nice house and I thought he was what a Christian was supposed to be.  Boy was I wrong...When we were there Don would scream at his wife right in front of us.  REALLY abusive things.  I kept looking at Dad who was blushing with embarrasment over it.  Don even proposed Dad and he get into business together.  Doing spec houses together. Don would put up the money and Dad would design Don a house for free. Dad had to design 9 houses before Don was satisfied, the most Dad had ever designed for one person.  Don was impossible to please.  Don ended up according to Dad, screwing my father out of money for architecture plans and ruining his reputation among many witnesses at the time.  For all the time after my father was baptized they never spoke to each other ever again.  The Elders had to even counsel Don to quit bothering my father over financial injuries he felt Dad had inflicted upon him Dad had told me.  Don even lowballed my father on one of his paintings.  Paid him only $50 for a thousand dollar painting.  Dad was broke at the time because of the fall from commodities and needed the money.  Their business adventure never saw the light of day.  As I understand it,  Don even sold his chemical business because he believed the end was going to come in 1975 that the hierarchy of Jehovah's Witnesses predicted...

 It wasn´t before long that I was given my own Bible study with a Jonathon Liebensperger.  A well respected servant in the hall.  Nice guy.  But then again I only knew him for around 3 weeks... 1985
This is Jonathan...Blurry pic huh?  Currently living in New York.  He never contacted me ever again.  A trait I would find that would be common among "God's people".

We studied a month before he went to a place called Bethel.  So another young man was given to me.  Kevin Beck.  Now to say this guy was something of a used car salesman type would be an understatement.  I really wanted to be friends with him but the JW mindset is so powerful about keeping it all superficial.  He was different than Jonathon.  I felt a real coldness about him.  But I looked up to him.  He would say later in my life that the real reason he studied with me was to see my GI Joe collection.  That he was never able to have cool toys like that...But then again at the time he was 17 or so.  But then again he kind of acted like that the entire time I knew him.  Many years.
Kevin Beck today...Wouldn't you buy a used car from this man?

Oh well.  At about that time I still had worldly friends meaning friends who were not witnesses and one had introduced me to Black Sabbath and Friday the 13th movies…So…I had the posters all over my walls.   THANKS ERIC! 1986
This is Eric today.  A well respected Rabbi in his community.  GO Eric!

I was NOT a witness yet mind you.  I was probably 13 at this time in the story.  I do not think even Dad had been dunked yet, meaning baptized.    But there Kevin was in my father´s ear about the dangers of F13 and Ozzy.  All of my posters and Fangoria magazines went into the trash.  I was a little teed off at Kevin.  Also that was the end of Christmas, Birthdays and anything fun...That is right.  I had to sacrifice celebrating my birthday because of Witness rules..After a few years it became normal...Ughhh....

We started to go to the Kingdom Hall on a regular basis.  Immediately the powers that be tried to replace my former worldly friends with witness kids.  The two kids in question were Kevin´s brother Eric and Jacob Jackson.  Kindy nerdy but what the heck.  Hung out with them as it was forced on me to do so.  Jacob and I shared a passion for DC comics.  Yeah I did say nerdy didn´t I?   Finally after 3 years studying Dad took the dip.  He was baptized in 1985.  Had to give up smoking, one of his greatest loves to be a witness.  Glad he did it as I think it helped my health as well because I didn´t have to breath the second hand smoke.  Dad was never as hardcore as he could have been about the religion.  If basketball was on a Sunday he would skip a meeting to see it.  For that I loved him even more. By this time Dad had scrapped together a few dollars and we bought another house in Chamblee Georgia. 1990 My Bible teacher went to Bethel too and I was handed off yet again to another steward.  Scott Lake.  Scott was the kind of guy who would wear ripped jeans to the study and talked cool.  He wasn´t as straight laced as others had been and that was great.  Scott Lake isn't going anymore to the hall either.. By this time it was 1990.  During 85 and 90 I moved in with my mother to get away from the witnesses but she is a tyrant all her own.  Think of Joan Crawford and the Mommie Dearest movie and you have a picture of my mother.  So I didn´t stay too long.  So here we are in 1991 and I move back in with Dad.  He promised no more studies for me if I did not want them.   He still went to the hall sporadically though.  Scott came over a few times to get me to study and I would when he was there but it was really just to chit chat etc.  Then in 1991 on January 1st someone broke into our house and burned it down.  Dad and I had been on a little vacation.  Did the loving brothers offer to help?  Did they put us up when we had lost EVERYTHING?  Not one offered.  Not one.  Not one offered any money or anything of that nature.  Dad was in good standing  and I was studying a little.  Inexcusable for the religion that claims it loves it´s adherants. 

So Dad and I had to move in with a worldly friend of his.  Ed.  Thank you Ed!  You are still a good friend today.  Dad was so disgusted that he quit going to the hall with the phony brothers.  A year or so passed and we had left Ed´s place and took up living in apartments again.  He was contacted by a different congregation who reactivated Dad.  When he was reactivated I was finally in college.  1992 Doing great!   I was studying acting.  Dad supported me in college...In witness land college is very frowned upon because higher learning is part of Satan's world.  Told you he wasn´t so hardcore.  He did try and nudge me to start studying again though.

Late 1993 Then the unthinkable happened.  I found God.  Or so I thought.  Had a dream Armaggedon was coming.  Overnight I ran to the Kingdom Hall in Clarksville Georgia and requested a study in my new college environment.  Shocked Fran, my girlfriend at the time.  Probably shocked her child as well because I had played Daddy with the little girl Jenna for around 8 months... Within 6 months I made drastic changes and even left school convinced the big A was so close that I had to pioneer.  Pioneering is knocking on doors 90 hours a month back then.  I threw my entire education at Piedmont away for living forever in paradise.  Broke up with Fran because she did not want to be a witness.  She married someone else a few months later.  I was totally mesmorized by the JW's.  And I thought I was a good one too.  I could navigate the Bible with the best of them.  Being a pioneer is like being the best salesman at the company.  You got people patting you on the back and you get more invites to eat out.  Why?  Because you are doing God´s work.  Or so I really believed.
This is Fran today with her daughter Jenna.  She is a fantastic woman.  So because I let the witnesses dictate my life for me I gave up this life.

  I was baptized as one of Jehovah's Witnesses June of 1994.  Dad was shocked. He thought God was taking care of me....So I was apart of the Clarkesville Georgia congregation of Jehovah's Witnesses.  I really felt like I was apart of a spirtual family.   Met another lifelong friend there....Elias Lebron!  Love that guy! 
Will he follow the governing body and shun me?  One of his best friends?  Time will tell.  But then again he really doesn't contact me much since I moved to Mexico.  Maybe called me 4 times in 6 years...No one else has ever contacted me from old Clarksville....Some family.  In fact someone has already defriended me on Facebook for a comment I made that had nothing to do with them.  The brainwashing at it's finest kicks in.  They treat ones that leave like they have been corrupted by the Devil.  Real paranoid group here.  I will feel so sad at not being able to converse with the Clarksville group.  But really like I said, none have ever called me in the 6 years I have been here in Saltillo.  I did call one recently.  A brother fortson...We chatted etc.  but the first thing out of his mouth was....How was I doing in the truth?  It seems that when one passes that test and says "Fine, the congregation is great"  THEN that person is allowed to talk to you.  It is conditional love.  As long as you are going to the meetings etc, then they will be your friend...It is quite sad.  I could be an angel, a loving giving person, but not go to the meetings of Jehovah's Witnesses then I am lumped in with Satan himself.

 1995 I moved back in with Dad and things were ok for awhile.  I went to the new congregation with him and became a regular pioneer. Even went to Bethel in New York for 2 weeks.  Dad and I both applied.  He was rejected...All of the architects at Bethel were jealous of him.  They were afraid he would ruin their little fifedom. Here was one of Frank Lloyd Wright's apprentices in their midst and they couldn't care less.  They work your ass off at Bethel.  After that first week I was praying to come home.  I hated it.  You were really a slave there.  

 Then in 1997 the unexpected happened.  I had hodgkin´s disease.  Cancer.  Oh boy….I immediately got chemo and attended some meetings.  Only ONE sister did anything for me.  She cooked me around 6 meals during my cancer time.  Love her for that to this day.  Did any other brothers help their brother with this cancer?  Never saw them.  They never visited even once.  If our house burning down was strike one…This was definitely strike two.  So after I was cured after suffering the effects of chemo and radiation Dad asked me what I wanted to do in life.  I said I wanted to study acting again.  But this time in New York.  The mecha of acting.  He said ok.  We will send ya there.  Since the witnesses were not around when I had cancer-Did the friends  support me in my new endeavor?  No.  I got the usual brow beating about it.  That it would take me out of the truth etc.  They didn't want me moving to New York.  They wanted me to waste my life pioneering.
So I went anyways.  They had already let me down twice over MAJOR issues so….I had a blast doing being at acting school. 1998-2000 I graduated from the American Academy of Dramatic Arts.  Dad was so proud.  I even met surprisingly another gal.  A fiery brazillian.  A non witness.  I accidently fell in love.  The brothers in New York in Queens urged me to break it off with her because I was a witness and she wasn't.  I humbly went to confess my sin of sleeping with her.  So the brothers disciplined me with private reproof.  I was instructed to break off all contact with her.  Instead the next week I married her.    Better than living in sin right?  Got her a bible study started and we both attended the hall in New York.  Things were going ok.  She was accepting what she was learning etc. We both got counseled for being newly married.  That is right.  By the New York brothers.  Said we were cuddling too much at the book study and that I was not to touch my wife during meetings.  It is not like we were making out or anything.  Just newly married and in love.  So we decided to visit Dad in Georgia for a month.  Seeing that we had gotten married at the Justice of the peace, Dad wanted it to be more than that.  He wanted to organize a little witness party for us.  To celebrate our marriage.  By this time Dad had purchased another house.  First one lost to bad economy, second to fire, and now this was going to be our home.  She was studying and I was a baptized brother attending the hall in New York….The unloving Witnesses strike again!  Dad gave everyone in the hall an invitation.  He didn´t want anyone to feel excluded as witnesses DO exclude members that are not in their cliques sometimes.  My father had a heart of gold.  Nothing was indicated that it was wrong.  He passed them out at the meeting.  Bought enough cocktail shrimp for 200 people.  My wife and I came down to visit and couldn´t wait for the party.  1 day before it is to happen an Elder meets with Dad and tells him that the Elders will not be there because I had married a non witness. 
This is Joe Porter.  The main  Elder that was against showing a little love and attending the party at my house for I and my new bride of 4 months.  It was a huge slap in the face to Dad who was the assistant to the donation magazine servant.

The party was on.  Only 15 people showed up.  I was devastated.  Here witnesses go door to door to find people to study the Bible with and my wife was studying and I was baptized and they pull this crap.  Talk about gulping down the camel!!!  Wife quit studying because of that crappy treatment.   In fact a few months later we were divorced.  I attribute  some of it to the witnesses' behaivor.
That is me with my arm around her.  The blondie girl.  Wacko to be sure.  The whole 6 months of marriage was HER HER HER.  It never would have worked.
But she was cute right?
You can see how I would lose my mind over her.  Ay Carumba!

2000-2003 So there I was divorced and living in Atlanta again with Dad.  That time was so special to me.  We had a very unique relationship.  We attended a new hall after the old one was so unloving.  One that was kind of far for us to drive to.  And ole  Porter moved to the same hall...Ughhh... And I was stuck having done an unscriptural divorce even though we were sharing an apartment with a man in New York.  I left her and moved to Atlanta with my father.  Instead of coming to Atlanta to be with her husband she stayed living with the man for 6 months and the Elders there said that since it was a rental type of agreement that it was ok.  WHAT?  It is not like it was a divided apartment where they never would see each other.  It was a three room SAME floor apartment.  I have NO idea how the Elders came to that conclusion that it is ok for a married woman to live with another man, especially for that long of a time.  Dad fought for me with the Elders to try to get me free to remarry.  I didn’t have someone picked out but he would have liked the option to be open for me in the future.  Well…We failed.  I was stuck. Well he upped and had a heart aneurysm burst on him one day on September 17th 2003.  Took him to the emergency room and said no blood was to be administered to him based on a witness twisted biblical command to abstain from blood... It was horrible!  Come to find out that even if they had opened him up to perform surgery…They could not do it there.  He died 5 minutes later.  Worst time in my life.  Of course one of the elders came….Brother Kohorn.  Said that my father didn't take care of himself very well.  Right there with my fathers body lying in the next room he says this.  I could have smacked him but he was in his eighties…I let it go.  Other brothers came.  Brother Mock, Reggie and my friend Carl.  
Here is Dad in the last year of his life getting a microphone hooked up to him.  He is on the right.  He appeared on HGTV's Dream Builders.

The funeral was beautiful.  Hall was packed.  We had a video presentation for Dad.  Set to the music of the movie Dad.  I wanted to use the song Tell me a lie but Carl said no because JW´s do not um, lie.  Oh well..At the funeral, I cried so much!  My friend Carl Walker made a video slide presentation of my father's life.  I could never repay Carl for that. 
Here is Carl and I.  Best friends at the time.  Will the witness training kickin to completely shun me and throw away 16 years of friendship?  I will let you know in the future.  Of course their training will probably kick in and it will be made into the villain and that it was I who threw away the friendship...All because I do not believe anymore because of concrete evidence.

I distinctly remember one time at a meeting I was the door servent just standing in the back and a grandfather took his grandson to the back and knelt down to talk to him.  Suddenly the man rolled up his Watchtower and smacked the 5 year old across the face with it.  I gasped out loud and the man looked up startled.  That man Alex Ray ended up cheating me on a remodeling job I had him do after Dad died.  After seeing what he did to that boy I should have never had hired him but then again we are commanded to trust our brothers so.......

  Late 2003-2004 I got cards and letters.  Two sisters even made me food.  Heck even Porter and wife took me out one time to Po Folks, a restaurant in Georgia. I am so thankful for that first week.  Then the love stopped after that.  I was a mess.  I was crying openly in the hall.  No one knew what to say to me nor tried.  I really thought of suicide.   Quit going to the hall after a few months because of depression.  A different Elder visited me once.  Said that I would be destroyed if I didn´t go to the Kingdom Hall again and I would never see my father again.  I was so pissed at him.  Quit going for a year.  Found myself a little.  Joined an internet dating service.   Just to meet girls. Hell I had been denied sex for years. I was so depressed.  My father was my life.  I just remember the pain Al Pacino’s character had in Scent of a Woman.  He felt he had nothing to live for.   So Colonel Slade concocted one last day.  A fine Dinner, fine drink, and a fine woman and then he was going to kill himself.  I wanted to do the same thing.  My father was my  everything and could not imagine life without him.  But mine was going to be a year of fun.  But then I couldn’t do it on September 17th 2004 the very next year later. I bought the shotgun.  Practiced putting it in my mouth several times but couldn’t pull the trigger. Then a nice brother named Gary Martin that knew Dad and I came a knocking.  Got me reactivated.   Told me that since I had commited adultery with some women during that year that I could be free of the marriage witness agreement.  My friend Elder Carl said I still wasn’t free.  That my act only freed my wife.  And that I was still hung up.  So I had to fight with the Elders again.  This time I won.  Adultery severs the marriage bond.  Now take in mind I had been divorced for 3 years at this point and had not seen my ex wife in 4.  But that kind of stuff doesn’t matter to the Elders and their stupid scriptural divorce etc.  They believe since you made a commitment that one should go through the living hell of being married to a horrible person, despite physical abuse or anything else....I do NOT think God had that idea for marriage when he first made it.

Part 2 will be up tomorrow....