Last Supper…

Not often I post nowadays but as my Last Supper didn’t happen because of utterly stupid religious reasons this warrants a post.

Did you know you can’t have a meal if it’s on your birthday. Turns out you can’t if you’re a fooking Jehovah’s Witness. No goodbye dinners on birthdays. So I never got to go to the restaurant I’d been waiting to visit as a treat.

As an aside it might just have been the last time I saw my father. Just because it just happened to be on my birthday it never happened the last day before we left the UK. Not like we had chosen it as the flight  had been rescheduled due to the Middle East and we were flying from a different city to that we had chosen. Just happened to be my birthday.

“A cult Is a group or system that demands total unquestioning devotion to a leader or ideology. Using manipulation, isolation and control to maintain that devotion”

Attendance would have resulted in an internal judicial review with the “cult” leaders and might result in being disfellowshiped….sounds like a cult to me.

Sounds like a blameless son getting forsaken. Remind you of anything?