Saturday, April 14, 2007

C'mon to the Commune

I've been wanting a little polite adventure in my life lately. Not the kind of gut wrenching terror available in white water rafting or even on the roller coaster.
No, just a kind of reverent, pipe smoking, laid back adventure, like going to live on a commune was an adventure for the baby-boomers in the 1960's. Then I thought of Bountiful, British Columbia, the polygamist community.


It's the only commune I can think of aside from the Raelians, who are little too far left of center for me. Buy hey, they both have young girls aplenty and a guy have have more than one wife.


Sure, Bountiful must stink to high heaven with all those dirty cloth diapers being wrung out, washed, and hung out, and the crying and overall smell of babies is a turn off for me, but what the heck, maybe I could get used to it!

But the Bountiful group are an offshoot of the Mormon's (Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints), and pedophile Michael Jackson is a Mormon too, so I'm just not sure.

The young girl in the center photo under the white robed Raelian is the daughter of the Canadian lieutenant of the Bountiful sect. But wait, there are three more girls in the photo who look like sisters to each other. Anyway, inbreeding aside, this is the real deal.

Only one thing is stopping me, sort of like that old line in "Hotel California" by the Eagles - "you can check out any time you want, but you can never leave." But for a while, I could live like a king!


A bunch of Mormons own the local Home Hardware store Maybe I should start my research there.