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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred Page 63 of 307 the board of directors of a corporation. Stake Preseidents are literally just Area Managers in a revenue stream that comes up from members to their bishops. Money flows up and power trickles down. It's not a terribly unique or complicated arrangement. It just so happened that a small amount of the money that flowed up was mine. So in the course of a few moments I went from overflowing with compassion for these star crossed lovers to feeling the normal disdain I feel for all "Prominent Members." This appellation applied most specifically to the biggest toadies in my church. You could not become a Stake President without at least ten years of sucking up on your church resume. You could not advance into The Seventy without at least twenty years of sucking up and a good deal of looking the other way on your church resume. Obviously almost no one advanced into the Quorum of the Twelve, but these people were the greatest and most inspired back slapping toadies our church had to offer. And so it goes. My own seething bitterness assuaged my conscience. I entertained briefly deleting the telling video stream and audio I had captured. Ralph, whose real named turned out to be David, and Eagle Scout, whose real name was Joseph (surprise surprise) were meeting to discuss a camping trip that would last at least three days. It would start in Jackson Hole and proceed swifty to the Castro. Ralph/David already had the tickets. |