For instance, the neighbor to the right of my apartment chose to have a party a few weeks ago. I can't even tell you the day because I forgot about it, rolled over and went to sleep. It was only when the neighbor to the left of me pounded on my wall for the second time in a month (perhaps less) that I recalled that instance. Not even of my own accord, the landlord mentioned how noisy they had been and then I remembered. You see? I forgot. So with that set up and apparent digression I move on to Flora (et al) and the recent "Tour of Hate" towards polygynists, complaining of "soft treatment" of the FLDS, by the press. Eh?
So back to my wall banging neighbor. It strikes me that she is remarkably similar to these three. She can hear what's going on to a limited extent in my apartment, mostly when I do the dishes. Yup, big oppressive male, dominating his mousy wife, preaching polygyny and even practicing it in the past, waling away on the dishes, sometimes as late as midnight. She can hear the dishes hit the edge of the big iron sink and it bothers her. Bottom line is that she doesn't want me doing the dishes past 10pm because she's an author that likes to work in the morning. I'll spare you the details because I'm trying to accommodate her but I sometimes work late.
"Shannon" as I'll call her, doesn't like the way I'm doing things. She's let it slip that she's "intimidated" by me even though I've been nothing but pleasant to her in the few personal encounters we've had. She followed her first "wall banging" communication with an immediate trip to the "Government" (the apartment manager) giving me no chance to employ corrective measures and prompting a "talk" from the manager who wishes to keep the peace. Apparently, keeping the peace is entirely my job and the dishes piling up in the sink is the price I must pay to keep my neighbor happy, which in turn keeps the apartment manager happy, which in turn, by implication, keeps me happy. Except it doesn't. Here we have the problem.
"Shannon" and the Three Shrews/Fates are not really much different. They all want to reach into someone else's space and meddle with what's going on there. It has been suggested that I do the dishes early in the morning because "Shannon" is up then, but then I'm doing the dishes when my wife is sleeping. No problem to them that we're inconvenienced, so long as we're doing things the way they would want it done. The issues are larger, but it's really very similar. Flora, Kathy and "K. Dee" have their bed shoved right up against the wall of my kitchen just like my neighbor, they can hear what's going on in there, and they CANNOT STAND IT.
Gals. Move the bed to the other side of the room, put the headboard up against the other wall, get an extra pillow and SHUT UP. It is none of your business. Leave me alone, leave the FLDS alone. I had enough of women in life who hover near something that bothers them or press their ears up against the wall straining to hear the sounds of that which bothers them and then complaining about it. That's all that's really going on here.
K. Dee's complaint along with her two companions is that society cannot stand the noise of poverty coming from YFZ. Excuse me? Must we all have Nintendos? XBoxes? Cell Phones? A lot of prominent people started poor. Definitions of poor vary.
Restriction of choice? Ladies, that is the definition of life. I wasn't born into the Kennedy family. I was dragged overseas with my missionary parents, I was forced to go school in someones house or in a school basement. I was cruelly sent to boarding school at age 13, I moved all over the world, I constantly had to make new friends. It was awful. Or not, or was. It doesn't matter, that was the hand dealt to me, it is the hand dealt to the children of the FLDS. It's LIFE. You start where you are and go from there. Someone has to raise you. Every choice restricts your next choices. Unless you propose we are all raised in some sort of Lebensborn program or "Skinner Box" so that we're all raised exactly the same was so as to not "restrict" our choices. Really what's being said here is that the three want to tell us what our children's choices should be. Lebensborn. Skinner Boxes. It's ok to restrict choices as long as the choices are evenly restricted, and the choices that the three "Fates" choose.
The Three Fates then descend into the usual litany of big lies. Molestation of Children. Molestation of Girls. Molestation of Boys. Never mind that the incidences of "molestation" at YFZ were confined to the hated practice of "Child Brides," all of whom are old enough now to make up their own minds and have made up their minds to stay with the program so to speak. Never mind that the molestation of boys was not discovered at YFZ and is purely confined to the anecdotal stories of ex members. Never mind that the practice of "Child Brides" was widespread in this country as recently as the last 50 years. Never mind that President Grover Cleveland met his bride when she was an infant, and he was an adult. Never mind that he was her guardian. Never mind that Lorretta Lynn was married at 13 and a mother 4 times before she was 18. It's now horrible abuse, sick and twisted. Pedophilia. Rape. Evil. Lock the FLDS up, throw away the key. All for simply not "advancing" at the same pace that the rest of us are. We've changed, in our lifetime, and they haven't. Buy Lorretta's records. Go to her concerts, shoot Warren Jeffs like a dog in the street.
Or....
These three "Fates" can just move the bed across the room. Face the headboard to the other wall, bury their head in the pillow, and go back to sleep. It's really none of their business and we all have to put up with neighbors, and what our neighbors are doing might really not be so heinous after all.
There's nothing to see here.
Move along.
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The San Angelo Standard-Times - "(K. Dee) Ignatin said Americans should not be fooled by what she says is the media’s incorrectly favorable portrayal of the polygamist lifestyle. The women’s tour was prompted in part by featured treatment of the YFZ Ranch group on the Oprah Winfrey Show.You know K. Dee, I don't see any difference between a burqa and a "prairie dress" either, except you can't go anywhere in some countries without one, and you, Flora and your traveling companion Kathy Nicholson aren't wearing them. And you're in San Angelo. Some "force," some "restriction." By comparison it's no force and no restriction at all. Every member of YFZ had a chance to "escape" over the last year, and to my knowledge, none of them have.
'It’s true of the Taliban and it’s true of the FLDS,' Ignatin said. 'Every instance of polygamy in any culture always forces women and children into poverty, restricts women’s choices, travel, and education, leads to the molestation of both boys and girls, and results in child brides.'
Ignatin said she sees no difference between a burqa — the body-covering garment worn by Muslim women in Afghanistan — and a prairie dress, the trademark garb of the FLDS women."
So back to my wall banging neighbor. It strikes me that she is remarkably similar to these three. She can hear what's going on to a limited extent in my apartment, mostly when I do the dishes. Yup, big oppressive male, dominating his mousy wife, preaching polygyny and even practicing it in the past, waling away on the dishes, sometimes as late as midnight. She can hear the dishes hit the edge of the big iron sink and it bothers her. Bottom line is that she doesn't want me doing the dishes past 10pm because she's an author that likes to work in the morning. I'll spare you the details because I'm trying to accommodate her but I sometimes work late.
"Shannon" as I'll call her, doesn't like the way I'm doing things. She's let it slip that she's "intimidated" by me even though I've been nothing but pleasant to her in the few personal encounters we've had. She followed her first "wall banging" communication with an immediate trip to the "Government" (the apartment manager) giving me no chance to employ corrective measures and prompting a "talk" from the manager who wishes to keep the peace. Apparently, keeping the peace is entirely my job and the dishes piling up in the sink is the price I must pay to keep my neighbor happy, which in turn keeps the apartment manager happy, which in turn, by implication, keeps me happy. Except it doesn't. Here we have the problem.
"Shannon" and the Three Shrews/Fates are not really much different. They all want to reach into someone else's space and meddle with what's going on there. It has been suggested that I do the dishes early in the morning because "Shannon" is up then, but then I'm doing the dishes when my wife is sleeping. No problem to them that we're inconvenienced, so long as we're doing things the way they would want it done. The issues are larger, but it's really very similar. Flora, Kathy and "K. Dee" have their bed shoved right up against the wall of my kitchen just like my neighbor, they can hear what's going on in there, and they CANNOT STAND IT.
Gals. Move the bed to the other side of the room, put the headboard up against the other wall, get an extra pillow and SHUT UP. It is none of your business. Leave me alone, leave the FLDS alone. I had enough of women in life who hover near something that bothers them or press their ears up against the wall straining to hear the sounds of that which bothers them and then complaining about it. That's all that's really going on here.
K. Dee's complaint along with her two companions is that society cannot stand the noise of poverty coming from YFZ. Excuse me? Must we all have Nintendos? XBoxes? Cell Phones? A lot of prominent people started poor. Definitions of poor vary.
Restriction of choice? Ladies, that is the definition of life. I wasn't born into the Kennedy family. I was dragged overseas with my missionary parents, I was forced to go school in someones house or in a school basement. I was cruelly sent to boarding school at age 13, I moved all over the world, I constantly had to make new friends. It was awful. Or not, or was. It doesn't matter, that was the hand dealt to me, it is the hand dealt to the children of the FLDS. It's LIFE. You start where you are and go from there. Someone has to raise you. Every choice restricts your next choices. Unless you propose we are all raised in some sort of Lebensborn program or "Skinner Box" so that we're all raised exactly the same was so as to not "restrict" our choices. Really what's being said here is that the three want to tell us what our children's choices should be. Lebensborn. Skinner Boxes. It's ok to restrict choices as long as the choices are evenly restricted, and the choices that the three "Fates" choose.
The Three Fates then descend into the usual litany of big lies. Molestation of Children. Molestation of Girls. Molestation of Boys. Never mind that the incidences of "molestation" at YFZ were confined to the hated practice of "Child Brides," all of whom are old enough now to make up their own minds and have made up their minds to stay with the program so to speak. Never mind that the molestation of boys was not discovered at YFZ and is purely confined to the anecdotal stories of ex members. Never mind that the practice of "Child Brides" was widespread in this country as recently as the last 50 years. Never mind that President Grover Cleveland met his bride when she was an infant, and he was an adult. Never mind that he was her guardian. Never mind that Lorretta Lynn was married at 13 and a mother 4 times before she was 18. It's now horrible abuse, sick and twisted. Pedophilia. Rape. Evil. Lock the FLDS up, throw away the key. All for simply not "advancing" at the same pace that the rest of us are. We've changed, in our lifetime, and they haven't. Buy Lorretta's records. Go to her concerts, shoot Warren Jeffs like a dog in the street.
Or....
These three "Fates" can just move the bed across the room. Face the headboard to the other wall, bury their head in the pillow, and go back to sleep. It's really none of their business and we all have to put up with neighbors, and what our neighbors are doing might really not be so heinous after all.
There's nothing to see here.
Move along.
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