In case you missed church this Sunday....I think I will pick on Mormons again, today. Allow me to delve into my own personal experience with Mormons, which, thank the Gods, is not terribly extensive. It is only recently that I discovered that Mormons have a "Jesus" icon, which, while different from the Jesus revered by actual Christians, is enough to create some confusion among outsiders as to whether or not Mormons are Christians.
There is a middle-aged Mormon woman who lives two houses away from me. She holds a paraprofessional position at the local public school as well. When I first moved here, she was never terribly friendly or nice to me, despite the fact that our children are about the same ages, and many of them are in the same classes. In fact, she was always rather snippy and rude, preferring to gossip about me behind my back instead of returning my friendly Southern "hellos". Having had worse neighbors during the course of my lifetime, I did not pay her attitude much mind, and when her huge Golden Retriever mutt puppy dog tipped over my trash, the kids and I just picked it up. I thought that her dog's jaunt through the neighborhood despite leash laws was an isolated incident. Then, day after day, week after week, the same dog visited our garbage cans, constantly strewing garbage everywhere. Tired of it, I decided that paying Mrs. Mormon Lady a visit and asking her politely to keep her dog indoors or tether the dog would be kinder and more polite than calling Animal Control, or the Kansas equivilent of same. So I knocked on her door, and when she answered, I told her about the dog tipping over the trash. She immediately began yelling and screaming that she did not have a dog. Then I pointed out that I had seen a Golden Retriever mutt in her yard. She then screeched that the dog was never off of her leash. Then, the dog ran down the sidewalk from the north end of town, turned the corner, ran up the front steps, and sat down on her porch. The dog offered me her paw. "Is this the dog that is always on a leash?", I asked. At that point, Mrs. Mormon Lady slammed the door in my face. She has done quite a bit of backstabbing since that day. She even gathered my children, while at school, to tell them that I cursed at her during the exchange on her front porch about the dog, which is NOT true. I did not even raise my voice, let alone use foul language. So, my firsthand information about Mormons is that they are irresponsible about pet ownership, and manipulative and dishonest. It's one of the reasons I will never vote for a Mormon.
When I stop having ugly experiences with people who claim some sort of "holiness", or "betterness" than the others with whom they share this earth, and stop hearing lies from them, that's when I will start taking these individuals seriously as respectable citizens. Not until then. And that includes Bishop Mitt Romney.
There is a middle-aged Mormon woman who lives two houses away from me. She holds a paraprofessional position at the local public school as well. When I first moved here, she was never terribly friendly or nice to me, despite the fact that our children are about the same ages, and many of them are in the same classes. In fact, she was always rather snippy and rude, preferring to gossip about me behind my back instead of returning my friendly Southern "hellos". Having had worse neighbors during the course of my lifetime, I did not pay her attitude much mind, and when her huge Golden Retriever mutt puppy dog tipped over my trash, the kids and I just picked it up. I thought that her dog's jaunt through the neighborhood despite leash laws was an isolated incident. Then, day after day, week after week, the same dog visited our garbage cans, constantly strewing garbage everywhere. Tired of it, I decided that paying Mrs. Mormon Lady a visit and asking her politely to keep her dog indoors or tether the dog would be kinder and more polite than calling Animal Control, or the Kansas equivilent of same. So I knocked on her door, and when she answered, I told her about the dog tipping over the trash. She immediately began yelling and screaming that she did not have a dog. Then I pointed out that I had seen a Golden Retriever mutt in her yard. She then screeched that the dog was never off of her leash. Then, the dog ran down the sidewalk from the north end of town, turned the corner, ran up the front steps, and sat down on her porch. The dog offered me her paw. "Is this the dog that is always on a leash?", I asked. At that point, Mrs. Mormon Lady slammed the door in my face. She has done quite a bit of backstabbing since that day. She even gathered my children, while at school, to tell them that I cursed at her during the exchange on her front porch about the dog, which is NOT true. I did not even raise my voice, let alone use foul language. So, my firsthand information about Mormons is that they are irresponsible about pet ownership, and manipulative and dishonest. It's one of the reasons I will never vote for a Mormon.
When I stop having ugly experiences with people who claim some sort of "holiness", or "betterness" than the others with whom they share this earth, and stop hearing lies from them, that's when I will start taking these individuals seriously as respectable citizens. Not until then. And that includes Bishop Mitt Romney.
