The Meaning of Scott Gordon: Return and Report

[_moksha]

"This doesn't concern me", you say. "I'm just an anonymous poster with my own worries."

You might think differently when Scott Gordon and the FAIR squad come busting down your door. You will find yourself sitting in a room tied to a chair in the Strengthening the Membership Committee Headquarters. A man will enter the room wearing a black leather coat with gold critical race theory pins emblazoned on his shoulder epaulets. He will hold up his palm giving the FAIR greeting and you will notice scars resembling a Reformed Egyptian map burned into his flesh.

He will then brush your cheek with his riding crop and ask you, in General Conference-like tone and cadence, to relinquish the staff of NOM.

What will you do then?

While this interrogator holds no power over those who have walked away, it does affect those who remain and think for themselves.

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[_Fence Sitter]

The neophytes of this cadre with their white shirts and dark neckties frequent my domicile. We share cold caffeinated beverages on hot days, browse the internet for emails from home and a broad, after which I send them on their way with fresh copies of Joseph's scroll and the Nauvoo Expositor, unaware that the seeds of Nomishness are spreading in their souls.

[_MrStakhanovite]

This is usually what happens when Scott Gordon arrives:



Notice the look of extra surprise on that Lamanite, knowing his time has come to face the wrath of white middle class Mormondom.

[_bcspace]

A man will enter the room wearing a black leather coat with gold critical race theory pins emblazoned on his shoulder epaulets.

CTR pins.....