Danger! Will Robinson!

 





DANGER WILL ROBINSON!


Of late we have been inundated with a flurry of posts where two comely lasses expound on the love of God and Jesus and invite you to come to church. This is a Mormon ad. Not that it’s a bad idea, the Mormons being the task masters at presenting their brand of religiosity in new and clever ways to gain members. They do reveal their true identity with very little effort. The girls are missionaries. You can tell that from their little black badges. If you will note there are currently no male missionaries on the ads because quite frankly if you saw a young man with a Donny Osmond haircut and a little badge you’d keep right on scrolling. After they do their bit about the love of God and the invite to church they offer to come for a “private” visit implying a happy ending. I have no problem with that. <Wink>


So someone posted a comment calling them to task and, like a fool I responded to the comment in a fair and civilized way, not casting aspersions on their church or their God. And voila! Today I got a response to my response. Expecting my “private” visit, naturally I clicked on it. This led me to a page that gave me three options, not one of them involving a hot tub but . . . It had a part that told me I had to sign back into my Facebook with my name and password. Shades of Nigeria! By simply clicking to back button I quickly discovered that my Facebook was still there, still intact, and the girls were as gone as a record made of wax. Do I have to spell this out? The request for the password did not come from Facebook and I was not going to be entertained by a couple sister wives. But this was slick. I’m thinking about starting my own religion. Wilburism! Y’all be safe out there, ya hear?

Bill the Butcher

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