Watchtower Society – Clarification No. 417
How does that actually work if you are threatened massively? Do you then call for help? Or do you call the police and wait until you get one over your skull? What does a person do who is overwhelmed with aggression? Is he allowed to get loud and to become aggressive by shouting loudly like "No violence! Keep distance!" resist?
You can't do that in Walldorf. As soon as you call for help in Walldorf or something like "Keep your distance!", the police will come and threaten you with a ban. Literally: "If someone calls again, you'll be sent off!" suddenly, the threatened is handed over to the arbitrariness of the Jehovah's Witnesses, who have to call the police only a few minutes later. And then you are sent off and in Walldorf the world is all right again.
At least I had the opportunity to explain the murder to the police officer by letting the six-year-old from Walldorf bleed to death. The officer, who listened to me patiently, was totally indifferent. He had a more important problem to solve: How do we satisfy the Jehovah's Witnesses? How do we support the murder advocates in the Walldorf citizenship? That was the only problem. And that was solved by threatening me with a reprimand as soon as someone called again.
The Jehovah's Witness in Walldorf, already known as aggressive and assaulting, who had witnessed everything and was sad that the aggressive fat man had disappeared, took pleasure in frightening me now and walked briskly towards me like an eighth-grade half-figure who frightens a third-grader. The patrol car with which the two police officers were about to leave – they had to wait in front of the zebra crossing – was right in front of us on the road. I screamed for help again, this time even louder than before, and the patrol car drove away. And Jehovah's Witness, like a snow king, was happy to continue to scare me. He did that again and again.
This always primitive Jehovah's Witness spoke last week of the father of the six-year-old from Walldorf, who is not a Jehovah's Witness. If he came by, it would be me. (Schoolyard: I'm about to call my big brother, he spits at your door and you can't swim!) Is perhaps only the mother of the six-year-old from Walldorf Jehovah's Witness? Why does the Jehovah's Witness emphasize with primitive behavior that the father is not a Jehovah's Witness? Does he know more about family relations? Is the mother perhaps even a baptized Jehovah's Witness and just waiting to bring her son into this religion soon? Was his father silent and is he still silent today, so that everything remains as it is?
And now here is the beginning of today's Walldorf-Polizei-Platzverweis-Krawall-Hilferuf-Schnellste-Abfahrt-seit-zweitzausenzehn-Geschichte. A fat aggressive man knotted himself with his belly to the five centimetres of aura important to me and stuck to me like a slimy octopus. He covered me with the usual lyrics, which aimed at making me a liar and the six-year-old from Walldorf was not a Jehovah's Witness. He suppressed every attempt to tell him about the dirty strategy of the Watchtower Society with loud, penetrating cries of opposition.
"Lie Baron, Lie Baron, Lie Baron, Lie Baron, Civilized Discuss, Lie Baron, Lie Baron, Lie Baron, Lie Baron, Lie Baron!"
And when I turned away to escape the grip of a fat man, he stopped briefly with the Jehovah's Witnesses. Then he started this kind of suction attack again and a passer-by asked the man to finally keep a normal distance. The fat man turned to her as if he wanted to knock her away in one fell swoop, but then walked away. He must have noticed that the number he was pulling had gone a little into his pants.
Many thanks to the courageous passer-by!
I had probably already evaporated about 20 to 30 litres of adrenalin and stood there again quite calmly when the police took care of me as a perpetrator. Jehovah's Witnesses had to be protected from me. I already told the rest above.
Jehovah's Witness, so fond of running around with clenched fists, satisfied his lower instincts by scaring me over and over again, and then finally left. So I could finally go all alone with the signs across the church square and somehow calm down and somehow understand how sweet and yet wrong the poitiy can behave. And I had to process it somehow, with which means Jehovah's Witnesses pull the good citizens on their side.
To my surprise, some people started talking to me when the Jehovah's Witnesses had been gone for a while. They expressed their consent to me. The hanging bag uniforms really seem to have Walldorf under control.