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O Brother Where Art Thou


Fundamentalist, polygamy-loving, child-raping ex-Run-of-the-Mill-Mormons have hit the big time. At least in the eyes of the law.

Leader of the polygamist sect Fundamentalist Latter Day Saints (FLDS) and prophet to about 10,000 followers, Warren Jeffs (whose middle name is Steed, if you can believe that)has landed himself on the FBI's 10 most wanted list.

He's wanted for two counts of sexual assault on a minor (one of his underaged "wives") and one count of conspiracy to commit sexual conduct with a minor (one of the underaged "wives" he wed to another freakoid horny follower). One of his occupations is listed as "private school teacher." Yeah. Wonder what he's teaching. He's also listed as accountant...which translates from the world of cults as "book cooker."

If they could charge this fugitive fundamentalist with 10,000 counts of brainwashing, I'm sure they would.

Interestingly, there's another leader of a group of unlawful, hide-from-the-public individuals on the FBI's top bad-guys list. He's also a mastermind behind heinous behavior, and his worshippers would die for him and the cause.

Who can Brother Jeffs call his colleague in crime? Osama Bin Laden

Nice company.

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FletcherDodge said…
I think Bin Laden also has multiple wives. As I wrote in my blog, it's a good way to break up the monogamy (rimshot).
3:13 PM
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