No Soliciting
The Living Scriptures man came to my house today. I hate salesmen. I am an easy sale. When I answered the door I told him that I am not interested. I said that I had Youth Conference in an hour. He said that it would only take 6 minutes, and that he got credit if he came in. He also said I would get a free dvd, I don’t really care about that. I let him come in.
He told me all about the dvds and all the stuff that the company does and blah, blah, blah. During the course of this, Gentry went from happy playful boy to boy on a rampage. For the first 20 minutes he climbed on the coffee table and stood there for a while, continued on to the game cupboard and dumped all games and peices on the floor. Continued to the corner with all the large toys in it and dragged them to all parts of the lower level of our home. After he had bored himself with everything in the house he went into his corner and pooped (in his diaper), he them came back ready to play. He then noticed that I was not paying attention to him, and that the person that was distracting me had a bag of movies. Lucky him. He thought. I would not let him play with the movies, or the guys pen, or the guys keys, or anything the guy had. He burst into tears and started throwing a tantrum. I was really getting bugged, angry kid that stink was helping with my impatience.
If the guy had taken 10 minutes like he had promised, I probably would have bought the movies. But he did not, and the semi-orderly house had fallen apart while he was here and I just wanted to get him out of the house before I had to leave. I told him that I was not interested. He took this as a que to get more free stuff out of his bag of magic tricks. Really, I said, you are very nice, but I am not interested. More free stuff was offered. Seriously, get out of my house. The longer that he was there the more time that I had to think about how much I did not want these movies. Luckily for me.
When he finally left, I realized I was glad that I did not get these movies. Even though I would have gotten like 10 free dvds, a book about the Nauvoo temple, and some cds by the mormon tabernacle choir. I am picky about the amount of church that I let into my house. I love the gospel, but this is not the gospel that Living Scripture is sharing. They just want to make money. Besides that, I had the living scriptures when I was a kid and I did not like them that much. I don’t remember thinking they helped me learn the gospel.
Also, why would I want the media to teach my kids about the gospel? Isn’t that my job? And if these are the same people that are putting out the extreme manuals that I am supposed to be teaching from, then I don’t want it in my house. The guy even brought up that Elder Ballard had given a talk in conference about having good media in the home. Hmmm, I thought, you must be trying to guilt me into this, because I don’t recall the talk and I want to appear to be a good mormon to a complete stranger. Right? No.
I hate Mormons profitting off other Mormons. Most of the time they do it by guilt, making us think that we have to have all the correct paintings, sculptures, etc. And all the fake spiritual music. It makes me gag.
I love the gospel, but I am thinking very carefully about what I am allowing in my home. I will not let certain movies in my home and that includes ALL movies. Just because something claims to be mormon, does not mean it is something that I want to teach my kids.
The end and amen.
July 21st, 2006 at 7:51 am
I agree with you completely and perhaps you ought to purchase a sign like the giant one I have right by my front door. The living scripture guy has never come to my house. 😉 Just drizzle some sheeps blood over your door. I also have some cyotoe urine left over if you need some to sprinkle on your front walk.
July 21st, 2006 at 11:12 am
Gross and what is cyotoe urine? But way funny.
July 21st, 2006 at 9:36 pm
Yep. Dan has heard some stuff about all the “crooked marketing schemes.” Way to not buy anything from the “wolf in sheep’s clothing.” (it’s like quotation marks threw up all over)