Weenie Rat Face Update (and other snippets from Behind the Zion Curtain)

My title today is a bit misleading, because really, there is nothing to update. Warren Jeffs is pretty much doing what he is really good at. Hiding under rocks and in dark places, waiting to slither or slink out when it’s nighttime and no one can spot him.

There was a supposed sighting over the weekend, a few miles from St. George, but that proved to be false. Sort of. See, according to a Des News II story (a paper also known as The Salt Lake Tribune), when they pulled the vans over, they were packed with boys and men in suits. All professed no knowledge of Jeffs or his whereabouts.

Gee. What a surprise.

Where in the world is Warren Jeffs? Is he out among us, masquerading as a human being with a soul, rather than a scum sucking weenie rat face pedophile with a God complex? Who knows. We’ll keep you posted.

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A 21-year-old returned Mormon missionary jumped from a truck this weekend, apparently to protest his brother’s use of profanity. Even though the truck was only going 35 mph, the man died.

If this wasn’t true, it would be funny. I’m sure he didn’t mean to end his life, but he was taking a stand, like they teach all young Mormon people, and everyone knows Mishies are damn weird when they come back home. Full of self righteous fervor and a desire to live life with the highest of standards. I suppose he didn’t know he was ending his own life.

But here’s the problem…. Why didn’t this boy realize that jumping out of a truck was a BAD CHOICE, and in fact, a WORSE choice than listening to your brother’s profanity?

Did he not understand that while profanity might be a bad choice, it rarely sears your brain and renders you incapable of rational thought, or maims you and causes such severe trauma to your brain that your body can no longer function without life support? And if he DID think that profanity was so much worse than throwing yourself from a moving vehicle, was he thinking rationally? Did he think the spirit was going to save him, and if so, what kind of disservice did his parents do by teaching him that?

Did they teach him that? Or did his fervor just get the better of him. We’ll never know.

He will never get married. He will never cry tears at the birth of his first child. He will not see his daughter or son off to their first day of school, or ever know the warm embrace of a small, chubby hand as they seek guidance. He will never know the sorrow of seeing your child snubbed by friends, or cry with them as they try to reconcile losing a friend. All of this is lost to him now.

This fervor, this desire to do the right thing, can it go too far? Can it lead you to make BAD choices, just like the desire to be bad, to bend to peer pressure, can lead you to make bad choices? How is jumping from a moving vehicle different from taking drugs?

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About Natalie R. Collins

Natalie has more than 30 years writing, editing, proofreading and design experience. She has written 20 books (and counting), has worked for the Sundance Film Festival, and as an investigative journalist, editor, and proofreader. She embraces her gypsy-heart and is following her new free-thinking journey through life. Follow her as she starts over and learns a bunch of life's lessons--some the hard way.
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