A Morning with the Roses
A couple of Jehovah's Witnesses came to the door today. They've been doing that a lot lately, because I'm easy to talk to. I tell them they're not going to convert me, and they tell me that they're not trying to do that, but of course they're lying, and I'm polite about it, which is part of what makes me easy to talk to.
For some purpose (and we were pretty deep into Satan and the Bible by then, so it wasn't by way of introduction), they showed me a tract, with one of their trademark paradise-on-earth scenes portrayed on the front. The more wild-eyed Witness of the pair pointed out some of the details that identify it as paradise on earth.
I said, "I kinda wonder where the clothes are made."
"Oh, China!"
For some purpose (and we were pretty deep into Satan and the Bible by then, so it wasn't by way of introduction), they showed me a tract, with one of their trademark paradise-on-earth scenes portrayed on the front. The more wild-eyed Witness of the pair pointed out some of the details that identify it as paradise on earth.
I said, "I kinda wonder where the clothes are made."
"Oh, China!"