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SOME SMALL PROGRESS

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On the application of a pigment suspended in liquid to a surface there has been little progress since last I updated you on the state of this particular painting. However, where I have made great strides is in the choosing of a title for this piece. If you’ll remember at the time of my last report about this work of art I was experiencing a great deal of anxiety over the selection of a name for which to call it from a handful of candidates. Those titles that were under consideration at the time are as follows:

THE FAT MAN

CHUBBY FELLOW

LARGE MALE

HEFTY DUDE

Reading over those titles I am sure you will agree there was every reason in the world for me to be overcome with emotional distress when trying to choose only one from that group. In fact, many days did go by with ceaseless pacing and indeterminate bouts of staring into the distance when, as if by magic, my mind did produce what is obviously the most excellent, and wholly new, title of

‘The Portly Gentleman’

 

Until my next report, this has been

The President and Founder

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#DescendantofthePioneers

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I would have used the hashtag “DescendantoftheMormonPioneers” to celebrate my people, but did not out of fear of receiving hostile comments about ‘Mormons’, as well as mockery of my ancestors, and those in my extended family who still strive to practice their faith in peace. Sadly, many people have negative views of the Latter-Day Saints, and openly express disdain for the believers way of life and even their Holy book. I, as a child (unassuming, full of wonder), though not a ‘Mormon’ myself mentioned to some other children my family’s connection to the Faith and was immediately told, in no uncertain terms, that they would all go to HELL. Yes, I was saddened by this. Who wouldn’t be? My family, the people I loved, were consigned to HELL because of what they believed in their hearts to be true. Imagine that, a small child (wide eyed, and full of kindness) tortured by other children over religious beliefs. Some even made fun of the Temple Garments calling them ‘Mormon underwear’. Painful. Most definitely painful, and don’t get me started on the Faith’s persecution by the Federal Government. No, I couldn’t take it. As a descendant I still feel the sting.

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