Hi, I am "The Worldly Man." HAHA!
The Art of Political Lying: "Falsehood flies, and the Truth comes limping after it; so that when Men come to be undeceiv’d, it is too late; the Jest is over, and the Tale has had its Effect."Commandment: "Thou shalt not bear false witness against thy neighbor."Air Force Academy Honor Code: "I will not lie, steal, cheat, or deceive, NOR TOLERATE any among us who do."I needn't say any more. I was a Mormon.
About me
I was raised in the bubble of the Salt Lake Valley in the 1950's-70's. Prior to 1965 it was a time when doors could be left unlocked. I earned my Eagle Scout badge, Duty-to-God, etc. Years before the freeway system, we camped where Willow Creek Country Club is now. We hunted where Pepperwood Estates are now. Outings were camping weekends on the peaks east of the valley.
I was also raised to be a Patriot, so after high school I started life as a cadet at the US Air Force Academy, graduated with a BS in Chemical Engineering, went to Undergraduate Pilot Training, and flew F-16's. After a few years of fun I resigned my commission and then went to graduate school and got MS and PhD in Nuclear Physics/Engineering.
On the Mormon Spectrum
# Why I left More stories of 'Why I left' the Mormon church
The Air Force was my first disillusionment with humanity. Officers are not necessarily Gentlemen. I wouldn't say I left the church. I am nuanced. But I can no longer associate myself with a crowd that has no respect for truth and honor. I was taught that the principle of "infallibility" is false because all men are fallible. That is what makes them men. If church leaders deny being men, then what are they?
As a graduate student I got married in the SL Temple to a female who prided herself on her “acting” abilities. I later found out that meant her ability to fool people. In the east Sandy neighborhood where I owned a house, a creepy drug dealer who lived behind me watched everything I did and occasionally told me over MY privacy fence how I should live my life. I found that curious since I observed his adopted daughter stashing heroin, cocaine, MJ, meth, GHB, and Rohypnol around his yard with her friends.
But as I was minding my own business I observed my wife sneaking over to the dealer’s house in the mid-afternoon after the dealer’s high school boy had returned home from school and before the parents and siblings had returned home.
When she filed for divorce I was a Scout Master. One of my scouts was keeping me informed about the neighborhood activities. He let me know that the dealer’s daughter had been prosecuted when the Principal found heroin and crack in her locker. That led to an all out court battle between the dealer and the Principal.
I washed my hands of the dirty Sandy scene and went to Texas to manage and direct nuclear defense research. When I arrived I surmised that the Sandy Bishop had tagged my church record. I was now officially a pariah, but I didn’t know why. After reading a journal entry by one of the Ward Clerks I realized that I was tagged the "Worldly Man," why I could only speculate. I didn’t realize it at the time but that was the point of no return. Later I had to cut the Church off to keep my government clearance, regardless of whether it was “just” a Bishop, he officially represented the Church and the Church’s position on drugs.
The University of Utah got in trouble with the government and the College of Engineering Dean (later U President Dave Pershing) begged me to come back to Utah to fix things. I did and quickly found the entire Salt Lake situation had deteriorated. I found drug paraphernalia under the bushes in my front yard. Not wishing to have my home seized by the DEA, I spoke with the DEA about the situation and offered to be an informant to protect myself. I discovered a phone warrant had connected the drug dealer to the Sandy Bishop in their joint effort to discredit me (felony obstruction of justice). I may have presented a threat to them, but I had not done anything to them. The Bishop had been fraternizing with the drug dealer because the dealer put on a façade of “family values” and a Good Mormon can't pass up a proselytizing opportunity. But I call it guilt by association.
After the drug dealer started focusing his attention on me I talked to the Principal who told me that the police had been to the dealer’s door to search the house, but without a warrant couldn’t get in. My response to the Principal was, “Why didn’t they ask me to testify to a judge to get a warrant?” This was a “red flag” that Sandy Police was not talking to DEA. This could be trouble for me.
My 3rd District Court divorce record shows that she accepted my room, tuition, books, and insurance for no stated reason. Because she did nothing else around the house, not cooking, not vacuuming/dusting, not laundry, and certainly no yard work or repairs. it can only be assumed that she accepted this as compensation for the 4 years of sex she provided me and while she was being porked by the dealer’s underage son and the frat boys who frequented her perverted sorority.
The SP asked to look at my divorce papers. He was looking for dirt on me. I knew there was nothing and had no reservations about allowing him to look at the papers. I’m sure he was told outrageous stories about me. The SP made no comment about the Utah State blessing on prostitution in the divorce, I guess because prostitution is okay if the judge says its okay. I had no idea prostitution was legal in Utah if you know the right judge to pay.
Ultimately, I disassociated because of the smug sanctimonious hypocrisy, arrogance, ignorance, and vicious aggression of the "Secret Combinations" within the Church. I couldn't be around it for many reasons.