Mormon Matters, desperate for readership, has stolen the Niblets from me, without so much as asking.
I'm fine with that.
I don't suppose it occurred to them that hosting the Niblets is a harbinger of doom for any site that foolishly undertakes the task?
Probably not.
If you've driven through Happy Valley during the past several years, you have no doubt noticed this man's angry face looking down at you from a billboard with some smart-ass saying on it encouraging you to pay attention to The Free Capitalist.
His name is Rick Koerber (sort of, his name was originally Claud Roderick Franklin) and on his website he proclaims himself to be Capitalist, Mormon, Dad.
Today the Salt Lake Tribune reports that Koerber has been indicted for allegedly running a $100 million ponzi scheme. This being Utah County, it was also a multi-level marketing ponzi scheme, in which you earned more interest by getting your friends and family to join up under you.
Lovely.
The least shocking part? Connor Boyack is Facebook friends with Rick Koerber! Also, Connors beloved George Wythe University has put up a blog post meant to distance its founders from Koerber, who has business ties to them.
All joking aside though, I hope that Connor hasn't lost a ton of money so that Mr. Free Capitalist can drive around in a fancy sports car for a while and make bad movies. Please Connor, tell us that you didn't invest with this guy.
Ladies, ExII advances the notion that your spouse makes you a lesser person. Embrace this truth.*
* I understand the post itself may not advance this notion. I refuse to read it.
I appreciate Mormon Mommy Wars' attempt at monetizing, but I gotta say that an ad for an MMORPG featuring a scantily clad woman begging to be domineered is probably not what they were hoping. Still - I admit I clicked the link and bought whatever that ad was selling. Next up: ads for AdultFriendFinder?
Anyway, I was around 17 when I had my first kiss. I’m not very good with judging time, so that may well be somewhat off. I was visiting my second girlfriend at her place, and she’d taken me back to her room to spend some quality time together, and to show me around since it was my first time at her house. She was a few months older than I was, I think, and because she had been afflicted with a number of years previously, she had no capacity for speech, and her lips and tongue were essentially paralyzed.
At any rate, I could tell that she wanted me to kiss her...
I am like unto a boat, adrift without map nor rudder. Milton, sans his muse, would have been but a 17th c Pauly Shore! And thus am I. This is worse than the plight of the Daily Show post-Bush.
