I found this morning and found it rather interesting and thought I’d share! It’s written by Doug Robinson and was published in the Deseret Morning News on Janurary 8th.
Better Duck–If You’re A Mormon
I missed the memo that said it’s A-OK to make disparaging and often erroneous statements about Mormons.
Apparently, they are fair game.
Sure, these are hypersensitive times, when name-calling or perceived bias against any group will get you the Don Imus treatment, but you get a free shot with Mormons. You can say what you want about them with impunity.
If you denigrate a racial group, you’re racist.
If you denigrate women, you’re sexist.
If you denigrate Mormons, you’re hip.
No one would openly suggest that you shouldn’t vote for Hillary Clinton because a woman can’t lead the country, especially an ornery one.
Nobody would dare say that you shouldn’t vote for Barack Hussein Obama because he’s black, or of Muslim descent, or because he has a name that sounds like a terrorist. One Clinton worker even apologized for alluding to Obama’s use of drugs as a youth, so apparently it’s wrong to disparage former drug users, too.
But nobody is shy about saying you shouldn’t vote for Romney simply because he’s a Mormon. It doesn’t even register on the PC-O-Meter.
Just like that, 6 million Americans have been virtually disqualified from running for president. They’ve been rendered second-class citizens. They’re foreigners living in America. They face a glass ceiling.
How un-American is that?
It would be one thing if most of those who oppose Romney did so because they disagreed with his politics or character. But Romney is one of the few candidates who has no character issues, a “squeaky clean” man who has a distinguished record of accomplishments, success and service, with no divorces, no affairs, no scandal. The only thing opponents can say about him is that he belongs to a church they don’t understand.
A Harvard law professor called Romney the most qualified of all the candidates and “the perfect candidate for this moment in time.” But there is his Mormonism, he noted.
Even the self-styled PC chief of police, Al Sharpton, once jumped in on the action, saying, “As for the one Mormon running for office, those who really believe in God will defeat him anyways.”
Mormons don’t believe in God?
For his penance, all Sharpton had to do was endure a family home evening in Utah.
It’s open season on Mormons. A few days ago, Miami Herald columnist Dan Le Batard stated on ESPN and in the newspaper that part of the reason fired coach Cam Cameron failed was because he got stuck with a Mormon quarterback — not a rookie quarterback (which he is) but a Mormon quarterback.
“And you’ll have a hard time finding a leader anywhere in sports who was as unlucky this year as Cameron,” Le Batard said, noting that because of injuries, Cameron was forced to play “a United Nations huddle of a Mormon quarterback, Mexican receiver, Samoan fullback and some guy named Lekekekkkkerkker.”
Now Mormons are foreigners?
Ignorance makes no difference. You can say Mormons have four wives or that they aren’t Christian, and no one cares.
Imagine the uproar if Le Batard had written that the Dolphins suffered because they had to play a black quarterback for part of the season? Or a Catholic?
The Salt Lake Tribune has had a field day for more than a week since learning that Mike Leavitt and some of his like-minded cohorts met early in the morning to discuss Mormon theology and governance while he was Utah’s governor. What if it had been a Bible study?
Nobody seems to mind when former Arkansas Gov. Mike Huckabee says his religion “defines me.” Or when Obama says his church guides “my own values and my own beliefs.”
People worry that Romney will take his orders from his church leaders. They don’t worry that Obama will take orders from his church, whose “10-point vision” includes two references to its “non-negotiable commitment to Africa,” with no mention of America. Oh, and the church statement begins by noting on the Trinity United Church of Christ Web site, “We are a congregation which is Unashamedly Black.”
It’s a different set of rules for some out there. You can print newspaper cartoons disparaging Mormons. You can harass their families as they walk to their biannual conference with all sorts of foul language. When someone commits a crime, you can note the criminal’s religion, but only if he’s Mormon. You can make them a one-liner on Leno. Good luck reconciling all this with the paranoid political correctness that’s so in vogue.
Meanwhile, the most politically correct presidential election field ever assembled — a woman, a black, a Mormon, a Baptist, etc. — has gone politically incorrect, but only when it comes to you know who.
As I was cleaning out my desk today I came across an article I received in a first year women’s studies class that I thought I’d share. This is allegedly from Housekeeping Monthly, 13 May, 1955, though it’s integrity has been disputed. In any case, it makes for an interesting read. Thoughts?
The Good Wife’s Guide
- Have dinner ready. Plan ahead, even the night before, to have a delicious meal ready on time for his return. This is a way of letting him know that you have be thinking about him and are concerned about his needs. Most men are hungry when they get home and the prospect of a good meal is part of the warm welcome needed.
- Prepare yourself. Take 15 minutes to rest so you’ll be refreshed when he arrives. Touch up your make-up, put a ribbon in your hair and be fresh-looking. He has just been with a lot of work-weary people.
- Be a little gay and a little more interesting for him. His boring day may need a lift and one of your duties is to provide it.
- Clear away the clutter. Make one last trip through the main part of the house just before your husband arrives. Run a dustcloth over the tables.
- During the cooler months of the year you should prepare and light a fire for him to unwind by. Your husband will feel he has reached a haven of rest and order, and it will give you a lift too. After all, catering to his comfort will provide you with immense personal satisfaction.
- Minimize all noise. At the time of his arrival, eliminate all noise of the washer, dryer or vacuum. Encourage the children to be quiet.
- Be happy to see him.
- Greet him with a warm smile and show sincerity in your desire to please him.
- Listen to him. You may have a dozen important things to tell him, but the moment of his arrival is not the time. Let him talk first – remember, his topics of conversation are more important than yours.
- Don’t greet him with complaints and problems.
- Don’t complain if he’s late for dinner or even if he stays out all night. Count this as minor compared to what he might have gone through at work.
- Make him comfortable. Have him lean back in a comfortable chair or lie him down in the bedroom. Have a cool or warm drink ready for him.
- Arrange his pillow and offer to take off his shoes. Speak in a low, soothing and pleasant voice.
- Don’t ask him questions about his actions or question his judgment or integrity. Remember, he is the master of the house and as such will always exercise his will with fairness and truthfulness. You have no right to question him.
- A good wife always knows her place.
I have always loved this poem… and I hope you do too!
One night a man had a dream. He dreamed He was walking along the beach with the LORD. Across the sky flashed scenes from His life. For each scene He noticed two sets of footprints in the sand. One belonging to Him and the other to the LORD.
When the last scene of His life flashed before Him, He looked back at the footprints in the sand. He noticed that many times along the path of His life there was only one set of footprints. He also noticed that it happened at the very lowest and saddest times of His life.
This really bothered Him and He questioned the LORD about it. LORD you said that once I decided to follow you, you’d walk with me all the way. But I have noticed that during the most troublesome times in my life there is only one set of footprints. I don’t understand why when I needed you most you would leave me.
The LORD replied, my precious, precious child, I Love you and I would never leave you! During your times of trial and suffering when you see only one set of footprints, it was then that I carried you.
I forgot to do this yesterday… so here you are!!!
I believe – that sometimes when I’m angry, I have the right to be angry, but that doesn’t give me the right to be cruel.
I believe – that just because someone doesn’t love you the way you want them to, doesn’t mean they don’t love you with all they have.
I believe – that maturity has more to do with what types of experiences you’ve had and what you’ve learned from them, and less to do with how many birthdays you’ve celebrated.
I believe – that it isn’t enough to be forgiven by others. Sometimes you have to learn to forgive yourself.
I believe- that no matter how bad your heart is broken, the world doesn’t stop for your grief.
I believe – that our background and circumstances may have influenced who we are, but we are responsible for who we become.
I believe – that just because two people argue, it doesn’t mean they don’t love each other. And just because they don’t argue, it doesn’t mean they do.
I believe – that you shouldn’t be so eager to find out a secret. It could change your life forever.
I believe – that two people can look at the exact same thing and see something totally different.
I believe – that your life can be changed in a matter of hours by people who don’t even know you.
I believe – that even when you think you have no more to give, when a friend cries out to you, you will find the strength to help.
I believe – that credentials on the wall do not make you a decent human being.
For my “Thoughtful Tuesday” entry this week, I’m going to use a poem I wrote for AKV when I was 14. I wrote it just after we’d left elementary school and had gone to different high schools and were beginning to grow apart. So, this is for her.
My Own Set of Wings*
We used to share a pair of wings,
Attached by a love for similar things.
We used to laugh and talk all day,
Even when there was nothing to say.
We’d eat popcorn and watch movies all night,
The next morning we’d be an awful sight!
I’ve cried on your shoulder, you’ve cried on mine too–
That’s probably what I miss most about you.
We’ve always shared an inseparable bond,
Since the beginning of “our” time had dawned.
But now you’re gone, and I’m still here.
Us growing apart is my greatest fear.
You’ve already grown your own set of wings,
I think I’ll wait and see what the future brings.
But if you’re ever lonely and have a minute to spare,
Just give me a call… I’ll always be there.
(For AKV, 2000)