Let's Rally, California

My dear fellow Californians, it is time to show the Mormon the door. Tomorrow we may take a stand against a pagan Mormon.

Yes, we all have some qualms about John McCain, but they are petty, for the most part, and it is time to put them aside. Limbugh and Coulter can be funny at times, but neither are to be taken seriously, especially when they prove what they are all about in stumping for the former governor of Massachusetts (a four ess state, as a reader pointed out to me. Why not give it a good European name, I retort! But that is beside the point).

Remember, first and foremost, Romney is a practicing Mormon. Having one of their own in the White House is the big piece of cheese in the Deseret maze, the main goal for Danites everywhere. And, no, I don't think they want to have a hot line to Kolob (lest Xenu intercept their calls - oh wait, that is another cult), rather this is a naked power grab. They probably need another Mormon War to keep them in check, and having their Mitts on the Oval Office will ensure that another Illinois-type episode doesn't happen.

OK, so you are one of these modern ecumenical types. You think this is all a bunch of hooey. After all, you smugly say, isn't this just like what they said about Catholics in the 1960's. Nudge nudge. Wink Wink.

I say this: I don't think I really do take the faith of a Protestant seriously if he voted for a Catholic who took his seriously. There are certain bedrock philosophies at work here. Note that it need not be applied equally. Since only Protestants have been elected President (and probably only Protestants could be elected President), Catholics can pick the least odious of the bunch. But we are not talking about a Protestant here. No, Mormons are pagan, who happen to admit Jesus Christ into their pantheon. There is almost nothing shared between our concept of ultimate reality and theirs. If you can imagine a Mormon in the White House, then you can imagine an aboriginal savage, complete with a bone through his nose and a shrunken head around his neck doing likewise. Just exchange the savage weeds for a polyester shirt with dark tie and name badge, and the savage could be Uncle Mitt. He spent 30 months attempting to convert people in France to his devil's cult.

Now, we are told that Romney's faith shouldn't matter, only his personal intergrity. Well, sure. As a friend said to me about Romney's latest wind-sockery: oh, that shouldn't bother you, he is just switching back to what he believed in before he ran for office in Massachusetts. Don't think for a minute that his courting dance to conservatives will outlast the primaries.

He is a nasty little man, one who gives weasels a bad name. My fellow Californians, we can stop this mad Mormon. We can stop the armies of Deseret and their tacky temples. As you are going to the polls tomorrow:

Remember the Mountain Meadows Massacre, the first September 11 terrorist attack on our country. Here the Mormons showed their true colors and even dressed in savage weeds when they brutally attacked unarmed men, women and children after luring them into their camps. You wouldn't want the grandsons of Bin Laden in the White House, and you should shudder at the thought of the descendents of Parley Pratt hanging their hats in there.

So, tomorrow, do your duty and Vote for John McCain!