Hi readers. Thanks for coming by. I’ve told you before I don’t vote and never intend to vote, would rather not even know who’s king.
However, my buddy Rich tells me one of the wannabe king-guys is a Mormon. Which I find cool and exciting. If I were going to vote, I’d vote for him, same as I’d have voted for this guy now because he’s black. No way I could have predicted he’d turn out to be some white guy wearing dark makeup.
So, why would I vote Mormon?
- I’ve known a good many Mormons and had a lot of respect for them. Good, solid folks. Tidy. You can spot a Mormon ranch because the fences are mended, the paint is fresh and there’ll be no loose shingles anywhere.
- I’d trust any Mormon I’m ever likely to meet a long while before I’d trust almost any Christian I’ve ever met.
- Mormons don’t care about anyone but other Mormons. They’d peel these rich Christians like onions if they didn’t convert, which they would. We’d end up with a Mormon Nation. The first in history. Bound to do things weird, different, exciting. For that matter, they’d peel back everyone else who doesn’t convert, too. Which everyone would. I sure as hell would, if it protected my Social Security check from the Wall Street bankers and Washington vultures.
- I’ve always thought there was something fascinating about the Mountain Meadows Massacre, thought it was an event not repeated often enough in the history of this country. Everything’s been entirely one-sided. Seems to me the best prospects for seeing US citizens turning the guns on one another, instead of pointing them at some overseas, non-English speaking villager somewhere, is to get some diversity here.
- I had a couple of ‘jack’-Mormon lady-friends in my life I still have fond memories of. I’d vote for either of them if they were running for something.
- Finally, at least this guy isn’t just a black white man. Or if he is, Rich didn’t mention it.
Old Jules
So Far From Heaven 