Mister Scratch wrote:he's slipped up pretty badly on this one.
Is your computer pre-programmed to write this sort of nonsense about me, Scratch? It's almost Homeric (e.g., "the wine-dark sea," "Odysseus of the many counsels," "cow-eyed Athena"). In your writing, certain epithets and verdicts are
always attached to my name.
I suppose it saves time, so that you don't need to put down your binoculars or interrupt your surveillance of my house.
truth dancer wrote:Somebody in the man's family contacted the secretary of the SCMC, who was a friend, and asked if he knew any way to help. He called me. (I've explained this to you before, I believe.)
Maybe I am mistaken but If I recall correctly, on ZLMB you stated that the man's wife went to her Bishop with the information, who went to the SCMC....
I recall this because I remember thinking how (in my opinion), horrible it would be for a wife to do such a thing behind her husband's back.
Am I remembering incorrectly?
Scratch will inform us shortly, I'm sure.
But, as I recall (from the distance of roughly a decade and a half, or perhaps even a little more), it was a family member who called the fellow who happened to be associated with the SCMC. (His principal assignment with the Church, by the way, was in another, quite distinct, capacity.) In either case, the story provides no support for Scratch's paranoid fantasies about a Utah-based ecclesiastical Gestapo.
Mister Scratch wrote:now that I am thinking about this topic, I seem also to recall that there was a request that you NOT disclose the SCMC's involvement?
The man who called me suggested that it would be preferable that I not mention who had asked me to visit with the wavering member, fearing that the misleading publicity that was then circulating in the media about the SCMC -- the very stuff that Scratch now regards as The Absolute Truth from which I may not, with integrity, dissent -- might interfere with our ability to have a cordial, substantive, and respectful conversation.
When, years later, wild allegations were being made about the supposed malignancy of an ominous spy agency lodged in Salt Lake City, I judged that those considerations no longer applied and thought it would be useful to tell the brief tale of an altogether harmless and well-intended minor undertaking of the SCMC in which I had played a role.
Mister Scratch wrote:Gee whiz, and deeper into the vortex we go!
Indeed.