Dear Diary,

Hi, how are you doing?

I'm doing fine.

But enough about me.

How about you?

Why don't you ever talk to me, diary? I expect better things from you.

So yeah, my quest to find Mike Tanahill had a bit of a snag today. His former faith is more former than I previously

thought. He's really turned against the leaders of the Mormon Church, trying to build up a small army in fact to take the

brother and head on. He first tried recruiting his Bishop, then his stake

precedent. He tried recruiting people in the church office building.

They all told him that they sympathized with his cause, but they could do nothing for him.

And he's angry. Really angry.

And you don't want to see Mike when he's angry.

Because the church that he once loved, with all his heart, might, mind, and strength,

had all of these teachings about the way that God bless

his righteous people with white skin and curses wicked people with dark skin.

And now that Mormon church is changing their tune

to try to be more liberal, along with the philosophies of men, and appeal to a larger crowd.

Sellouts.

I hope they got more than a bowl full of porridge for selling their birthright like that.

So yeah, Mike's foundations are shaking to the core. But only in his view

of the so-called prophets and seers and revelators of the Mormon church, his commitment to maintain those pure racist doctrines of his youth remain

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