Now to the details. On Valentine's day, a young woman who attends BYU was studying at one of the buildings on campus. A young man (Judger!) came up and gave her a note. She at first thought it was a love note and she thought it was cute. Oh, but not so fast. It was a judger note. Evidently the young harlot was dressed so provocatively that this young christian soldier felt the need to straighten her out in no uncertain terms. It was done not only for her own good, but to protect the chastity and righteousness of all the other young men (and women) in the nearby vicinity. Thank DinoJesus this man acted quickly, bravely and selflessly to protect everyone's virtue. Below is a picture of the note and what the young skank was wearing.
Oh what a foul temptress she is. You can almost see her wrists for indecency's sake. In case you can't read the note she was given, I have included the quote for your enjoyment.
"You may want to consider that what you're wearing has a negative effect on men (and women) around you. Many people come to this university because they feel safe morally as well as physically here. They expect others to abide by the Honor Code that we all agreed to. Please consider your commitment to the Honor Code (which you agreed to) when dressing each day. Thank you."This very attitude is one of the things that allowed me to start questioning the religion that I was raised in. Not because I was offended or had sinned, but because I couldn't understand how a church that supposedly was the only true church of Christ on earth could foster such an amazing number of Judgers and create in people the feeling that they are never good enough. That they never can do enough. That they must create a facade around them so that other members will think that they are perfect, so that they won't be judged. When my spouse left the church she stated that the greatest thing that she received (besides an extra day off and a 10% pay raise) was that she no longer had a feeling of guilt or inadequacy. That she could just be the person she wanted to be in the best way she knew how and be happy.
The Mormon churche's problem isn't the missionaries out in the field. It is the Judge Dredds back home that stink the place up. They need to remember that in the last days, all such shall be blasted by the roar of DinoJesus and feel the teeth of righteous anger pierce them to the very core. So let it be written, so (I would wish) let it be done.