Virgin World
We are real good down here in Texas when it comes to ranches. If Eldorado, Texas was not on the world mind of Map Quest, it is now. April of 2008 has not been the best of months for churches and ranches and the whole wide world knows where to find Eldorado, Texas.
Not the first ranch by far, but a truly famous and well attended ranch was The Texas Chicken Ranch; whores in cowboy boots with spurs and lariats, situated just between the politics of Austin, the oil money of Houston and the tourists pockets of San Antonio. Now I call that easy money. It is all about location.
Later came along The David Koresh Branch Davidian Kingdom of God On Earth Ranch. Families, friends and residents put down roots and money, offering up young sweet stuff and free Martin guitars while David was patronizing the Waco Road House Saloon for David K’s own personal wanna be pulpit/stage dream of living out the life of Van Jagger Dylan in Central Texas. Now I call that a dream with vision.
Soon David K’s ranch was surrounded by SWAT, National Guard, ATF teams, reporters and gawkers. When it burned to the ground in the Texas Starlight, my mother sat on her front porch and watched the flames climb toward the sky. Situated in the middle of a Texas Prairie Basin, it is not unusual to be able to see for forty miles in any direction. My mother was only four miles away.
If Jim Jones had discovered the be-oiled liquid rolling sexual terrain of Texas dressed in derricks ready to drill and pump, he would not have moved to the jungles of South America or drank Kool-Aid.
Now we have The Mormon Fundamentalist Latter Day Saints Temple/Ranch of Eldorado, Texas. This is a self contained genetic breeding ground complete with home grown young love for Jesus and Joseph Smith. Once again the trend is repeated. The older women are brow beaten into submission by the older men with the sexual mentality of fifth grade boys standing at urinals thinking about little girls with their panties around their ankles not six inches away on the other side of the wall.
Back on The Saint’s Ranch the young girls are herded three or so to one and bred as though cattle in a ripe corn field.
There is not enough room or females for the older men to share with all the young boys, so at puberty they are culled and sent out on their own to fend for themselves as best they can: go out the Mormon way, two by two, gather ye your females while ye may and start your own ranch the Mormon Way.
The old men probably refer to these young boys as entrepreneurs.
On Sunday morning they stand in The Temple of God and sing ‘Bless Be The Tie That Binds’.
There is just so much fertile, vacant, flat land smelling of sage, covered in maidenhair prairie grasses laid out, wide open, under the stars that a body passing by just cannot help jumping in and screwing it up.
As Harems go, or Her-’ums as the term is correctly pronounced in Texas, we all must have just a drop or two of Arab genetic blood in us. If we cannot have our own Harem on earth, by the grace of God, Jesus, Mohammad, Buddha, or Whoever, we will have a Her-’um in Heaven.
You won’t find us with tambourines and belly dancers singing the songs of conquest, mayhem and victory on our way to the glory hole made up in our mind.
You will find us Texans as though in a school bus on Friday night leaving a victorious football game. No tambourines, no belly dance music. But we Texans will for sure be singing on our way to our special Her-’um in Heaven:
Seventy-two virgins for me on the wall. Seventy-two virgins for me. Take one down, pass her around; Seventy-one virgins still on the wall.
Come to think of it, it appears The Texas Law goes out on a pick-up mission in a twenty first century wagon train made up of bright yellow school buses. In a slow parade they triumphantly pick up these full grown women folk and their off spring and haul them back to a different view and form of civilization from that wonderful farm in the sky that lives on only in the dreams of the yellow school bus drivers.
CAUTION: The Big Word Up in all of these stuations is Fundamentalists.
Watch out fellow thinkers, readers and writers. The fundamentalist are all about themselves: a closed mind reading a closed book with blind eyes behind closed doors. Beware.
OUTCOME: June:2008
And what did it cost to drive out, pick up 410 plus or minus children, haul them all off against their will to the State of Texas foster home plan, court dates, attorney fees and at last the return of same to the Prairie Ranch with state apologies?
Fourteen Million Dollars and counting.
July 23, 2008 (more outcome headlines)
Eldorado: Polygamist sect leader, five others are indicted:
August, 2008: Texas State Court system begins work on mandating that a warrent for each child to be removed from a questionable situation be filed with the courts.
The Mailbag Speaks: April, 2008
We have a good friend in Nevada who writes and I have paraphrased some of his comments:
This is NEWS you may not know. I was in Salt Lake City this week and found the Mormons very interested in what is going on in Texas with the FLDS raids. Polygamy has been a thorn in the side of the LDS forever. All news centered around Texas and now regional politics has turned to getting rid of the FLDS plague in Utah. However, like the State Attorney General said, “Texas is dealing with hundreds of cases and have the resources, but in Utah they number in the thousands and thousands and the resources are not there.”
There is a group of FLDS Mormons near where we live, but they do keep to themselves and there are not too many of them. St. George, Utah has quite a few. We see them every time we go there. The Salt Lake LDS big wigs cringe every time something like this happens.
You speak of the Texas Chicken Ranch. You know that Brothels (sounds better than Whore House) are legal in Nevada and people don’t seem to bother them. Locals like the money they bring. Even Ely, NV. pop. 12,000, has three and they are in the phone book. Bars in the front and beds in the back: The ultimate Bed and Breakfast. Mesquite has none due to the strong Mormon influence which began here as a Mormon dairy settlement.
We just wanted you to know we understand what you are talking about.
Filed under religion | Comment (0)Karma & Responsibility
Your job; My job; Our job; Their job. When personal responsibility left unattended enters the arena of blame, we humans generally resort to war, divorce, murder, suicide, catatonic depression, or simply vanishing without a trace.
All the above are basically mental skip outs into a dream we design.
We humans enter a place where hope and goals are no longer an option. We see no way out but to remove ourselves from the picture, hoping some one else will fill the frame and save us from ourselves. We see ourselves as mentally, physically, financially and spiritually bankrupt.
We have a driving need to take our selves out of the situation, even if it means removing ourselves from life itself.
What an easy cop-out this is; resulting in everyone else getting the baggage that one of us permanately refuses to carry.
What kind of Karma is THAT? We forgot that we packed the suitcase.
There must be a better way.
There has got to be a better way to overcome the trauma of not ‘doing it’ correctly and with purpose the first time.
So, with purpose and fortitude, we persist toward the question.
But this question never gets answered once and for all for all situations. Every time we find ourselves confronted with one of life’s unpleasantries we enter the world of ‘do over’ once again. All the steps of rectifying and re-evaluating the situation begin with 101-A; Page-1.
It may even seem to be the same Old Ball Game, but it plays on a New Field.
We seldom get the chance to say, “Been there, done that, walk away.”
Removing ourselves from the situation and standing back to observe the scene as though watching a movie is one way of helping us understand. But it is difficult to sit in the Director’s Chair and order the scene changed or cut. For even that action calls into play another act of total responsibility.
Yes, it is a circle.
We humans are always someplace on the carnival ride of life making decisions on the move hoping each one is the correct one.
Written on the eighth anniversary of my mother’s suicide:
See web page link (Gaylee’s Writings) Index: Mama never told us she was a Vyking and Index: Smouldering Phoenix.
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