Date: January 07, 2019 06:49PM
Well said, Sparty! That backpack story is a good allegory for being a Mormon!
I'm too angry to write, but every one of the thugs who abused my children were promoted to higher church positions! By "abuse," I mean grown men breaking into our house (while I at church early doing the music) and dragging my sons out of bed and onto the floor, and kicking them while they were on the floor, and forcing them to get dressed without showering, and kicking their butt (literally) on the stairs, and forcing them into the car, to drive them to church. When they got to church, they were taunted and humiliated for their bed-head appearance, and called names such as "slackers", and were kept hostage until sacrament meeting. This happened quite often, because my boys had two paper routes, and on Sundays the newspapers had to be delivered very early, and my boys would be so exhausted, would go back to bed were extra large and heavy. My boys always worked, but the other neighborhood Mormon kids did not. Their Mormon father had abandoned us, and I was still struggling to support us all. I had no prestige in the ward, and no "priesthood in the home" to protect us. We didn't need protection from the world--we needed protection from the Mormon goons!
I had no idea this was happening, because my sons were threatened not to tell. They were frightened. We had barely moved into the ward, and some of these men were strangers. I had no idea what was happening, until one day, I sat my children down and asked them, sincerely, why they didn't like church, and they told me about various incidences.
My daughter then told us that she had been molested at a church camp-out, while she was sleeping in her sleeping bag. She woke up, and screamed, and there were a lot of witnesses who heard her and saw what was happening. The perp was the bishop's son, an 18-year-old, and my little girl was 11. The bishop threatened the kids that if they told anyone about this, there would be no more ward youth activities, and the tattle-tale would be to blame. My daughter felt she would be to blame, and that the kids would hate her, if she told. She was also told that I would be upset, and would leave the church, and God would be upset, and we would lose any hope of being a "forever family in the hereafter."
I hated the bishop as much as I hated his son. The bishop had tried to hit on me, in his office, and had attempted this with two of my friends, too. We compared notes, and we would not be gaslighted into thinking we had misunderstood his advances. What a sick family they were. He was propmoted to Mission President, then Temple President, and he is now an Area Seventies, or whatever. He was a slimy little misfit, and ugly, but he had money. His pervert son went on a mission, came home and got married, was promoted to our ward's EQP, and later got in trouble for molesting his own daughters!
One of the thugs--a giant of a man--who broke into our house, broke in one time when I was home! My son had a paper due, and a test, and he refused to go to YM/YW "standards night", which was on a school night. He told them "no" about 6 times. The phone kept ringing, and I answered, and it was the thug. I told him that my son was NOT going to "standards night", and explained why. A few minutes later, I heard scuffling in the living room, and the thug was carrying my son towards the door. My son (age 13) was struggling and crying! I told him to leave my son alone! He didn't put him down, but kept going towards the door, saying that my son had to go to the activity. He actually was arguing with me, in my own house. Outraged, I yelled at him, "You are trespassing! Put him down! I'm calling the police!" The thug put him down, and ran out the door. A year or so later, he was promoted to Stake President.
Through the grapevine, I found out that this man had a police record. For anonymity, I can't go into any details, but there were articles in the newspaper archives, that I read. I had been dealing with someone very scary!
The third intruder became a bishop. All the kids knew that he beat his son. My son witnessed a very brutal beating, and would not go near that man. These are men who interviewed kids in their office, alone!
And we live in a "good" respectable neighborhood!
Two minutes after this conversation, I told the children that they never had to go to that horrible church again. We were crying, and then we cried for joy that it was OVER!
In the real world, my personal experiences with leaders has been very positive. I have know wonderful mentors, philanthropists, loving fathers (and mothers) who have been promoted in businesses of all kinds. Besides being ambitious, intelligent, educated, hard-working, they have all been KIND. Even if you accuse someone of boot-licking to get to the top, some amount of personal rapport, likeability, politeness, and integrity is required for this. I as an administrative assistant to a CEO in Silicon Valley, and the leaders there all were geniuses! They were also nice. If they lacked social skills, they would hire great vice-presidents who did have social skills. Good PR also had to be honest PR, because everyone was networked, and everyone knew everyone. No one would have gotten away with any of the despicable Mormon-type behavior.
Cruelty and dishonesty are not tolerated, in the businesses I'm familiar with. I am confused at politics, which seems to have gone rogue, and has become a different animal entirely, and the media has gone along with it.
Much of Mormon "leadership" is self-appointed, arrogant posing.
If you live long enough....
I was going to go into details, and you would be gob-smacked at what happened to these men's children. In my own life, my TBM nephew who stole money from me, my parents, my uncle, and others, was expelled from the bishopric. He never did work for Bill Gates, like he pretended. He never owned his own company, as he pretended. When we investigated, it never existed. He just took the investors' money and spent it on fancy cars and boats and travel for himself and his wife. They neglected their children. He was uneducated and arrogant, and and was soon parted from all the money he stole, and is now homeless. The Mormon relatives were too nice, but I immediately sued the idiot, on my own, and got most of our money back, before he spent it.
My handsome ex-brother-in-law was the bishop of our ward in California, and later stake president, and he was my ex-husband's business partner. Behind everyone's back, he set up my ex-husband with women. When their parents died, this business "leader" and Stake President had gained sole control of all the family businesses, and also of the entire estate, and he took it ALL. There was nothing left for my ex or their sister's family. Twenty years later, this crook has gambled and day-traded all of his money away, and is broke and living in his 5th wife's house.
If you look closely at the REALITY of these Mormon con-men leaders' families, they have not been adequately "led" at all, but have suffered enormous failures. Two of my ex-brother-in-law's children committed suicide. I think crooks pay the price. Look at what happened to Joseph Smith.
Sorry for the rant--I have experienced way too much Mormon cruelty and scum-baggery.