You have to give the Mormons credit. Any followers that will wear funky underwear, married many wives and get involved with heebee jeebee secret ceremonies that the temple elders make them do needs a handclap as Oral Roberts would say.
I am trying to figure out how people can be so gullible as to believe that one man, a criminal con artist, was chosen by a ficticious angel that gave him golden tablets to head a strange cult like group of followers who believe that when they die they will live on some planet name Golub with the many wives and families they acquired while living here on earth. Sounds more like a science fiction tale written by Ray Bradbury.
Mind control is the key to keeping these church followers especially the females of the church with the exception of Marie Osmond who doesn't have to abide by most church law because she and her family are wealthy enough to buy out Temple.
While the other temple females suffer in silence with their mormon underware there will be none of that for Marie. She's a hip mormon chick.
And Those little backpack wearers look so cute but beware. When they show up at your door be prepared to Get the Blessed Cross and all the Holy Water you can muster to drive them off.
These local mormon missionaries are the most pesky fellows I ever came across. They just won't take no for an answer when you tell them that you don't believe in their religion. They are out to convert you no matter what.
Mumbo Jumbo is the only description I have of this church and its members. Once you give them a foot in your door you will never get rid of them. My advice to you all is when you see a Mormon Missionary coming in your direction or are near one of their Stake Churches run for your life or someday you just might end up on the Planet Golub taking care of your one husbands 45 wives and 300 children.