When George and I drove down to Salt Lake last weekend to pick up Buddy, I saw this billboard just south of Salt Lake City on the way to West Jordan. I was so shocked and flabbergasted that it took me a few mintues to utter "Did you see that?" George, who must have been concentrating on thoughts of starvation, replied "See what?" But when I was scrolling through Dooce's pictures (mentioned previously in the We Recommend section for all you hosebags who never get past the front page), much to my delight, I found a picture of it and thought I would include it in a post and let you feel the true wonders of living, breathing and having the ability to reproduce in Utah.
I wonder if the church gets kick backs from the housing developers. For every ignorant young couple they convince that it's God's will (or Joseph Smith's- same thing) to take on a life of debt and misery in modern suburba, they get 10%. And even when they get divorced in ten years (Utah has one of the highest divorce rates. Apparently the fact that they get their own planet together in heaven if they play nice on earth isn't much of an incentive when you already hate every other's guts), they still owe morgage payments. Win, win for everyone. Except maybe Mom. Who wakes up fat, tired and only thirty with no education and ten children now dependent on her until she is retirement age.
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