WOTM: To Love As We Should Not Love
You may not know it, but we have a new profit, sear, and rezonator in Salt Lake. And of course, this shithole of a human being couldn't wait to send young gay Mormons into a shame spiral. This is my response.
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Watching further into the video... you've nailed it. That's the main hook of Mormonism... "There's something wrong with you." I felt that way all the way until I left that church 25 years ago and about a decade after--and I'm heterosexual. I can begin to imagine how worthless Mormon gays and lesbians feel because that church tries to make everyone feel like that--and then tell them that they are the cure. Yeah, FUCK THEM. Agreed 100%.
Forgot the underwear. Fear sexy underwear.
I was going to write something, but I'm so filled with hate at the moment I can't collect my thoughts. I just hate this fucking church. Thanks Brian for this video. You clearly stated much of my feelings concerning this organization. The damage it does is heartbreaking. Nothing would bring happiness than to see this religion die. But, I think of the Catholic Church and all the shit that they have dumped on the world for over a millennium, yet they are still around. Hopefully, due to the fact that Mormonism is a recent invention and is much smaller in scale that they will continue to dwindle.
The Mormon cult's intrusion and control into individuals' lives is pervasive and downright scary, a nightmarish mixture of the experiments by Stanley Milgram on "Obedience to Authority" and Solomon Asch on "Conformity." Imagine what kind of mental gymnastics it takes to reject the scientific consensus on pre-Columbian civilizations as Satanic, yet assert that staring at a stone-in-a-hat to receive scriptural revelation is Divine. Straight out of the steer's rear. The Emperor's New Clothes on steroids. I know Russ, as he was my stake president as a teenager, and sent me on a mission. He condescendingly lorded over his nine daughters (one of whom I had a crush on) and one son as only a Mormon patriarch can. I have long felt that his constant obsession to procreate is what pushed their mother to an early death. Of course, now he has a new wife, is sealed to them both for "time and all eternity," showing that polygamy is alive and well in Mormondumb, but sequential rather than simultaneous. What irks me above all is: you'd think, as a heart surgeon, he'd be more scientifically literate, i.e., know that all the archælogical, anthropological, historical, linguistic, even biological evidence proves the Nephites never existed, that homosexuality is a result of nature not nurture, that the oil in the vial on his keychain cannot cure illness any better than bloodletting, that all you see when staring at a stone-in-a-hat is… a stone. I wish I could run into Russ again someday, as I'd give him a good piece of my mind. As it is, when on a rare occasion I again happen upon his progeny, I practically end up with a bloody tongue from biting it so hard.
Another small-world moment then: I used to date Russ' surgical nurse back in the mid-80's. But I never met the guy himself...
Excellent!