I'm in desperate need of a distraction (or two). And what, my friends, distracts better than a good controversy?
Well there are a few things (shopping for shoes, a giant pair of Princess Leigh Bun headphones, going through the "blogs I frequent list" and finding new stuff to read... to name a few). However, in the interest of Distract Me Now Damn-It, I need to open a 16 ounce can of Cream o' Controversy.
Here we go: Good golly Texas, you have really messed up this time. (As if the last time wasn't a mess up either - remember Waco?)
Go ahead, gasp for air in trajectory astonishment over my polygamy-loving stance. You can even spit some disdain in my general direction (just remember, it's you that will need to wipe that monitor!)
I've been delightfully entertained by the raid of that Texas FLDS compound. Not because I get enjoyment from the news coverage or because I agree with either sides of the fence on this one, but because it's downright unconstitutional! (as in "Four score and six years ago..." oops! What I mean is "We The People...".)
Let's back up a few, shall we? I am not a supporter or sympathizer of those who wish to have plural spouses. And I am flat (we all know that I'm flat), I am flat out angered by the marrying off of 13-year-old daughters to Uncle Cleave, or Cousin Tom or half brother Boris. (While we're on the subject of what is so wrong about the FLDS community, let's talk about the horror of those dresses. Eek! frightful!)
Let's start with a few facts: 1) 450+ children were taken away from their mothers. 2) The children were removed because an alleged 16 year-old within the compound phoned authorities in distress over abuse. 3) It turns out the phone call came from a 33 year old woman in Colorado named Rhonda Swinton.
So based on some crack pot phone call, the cops were able to bang down the draw bridge of the compound and haul everyone out on buses.
How does this apply to you and I? Let me illustrate. You have a neighbor, we'll call her Tyrannsaurus Rex (Rexy for short). Rexy doesn't like you. Rexy wants to get even because your grass is always greener and your garage is always cleaner. Rexy makes a phone call to DCFS (Department of Child and Family Services) with allegations of abuse. DCFS shows up on your doorstep and takes your beloved Yahoos. Your life is hell for at least a year.
Here's where I show you Amendment IV from our Constitution:
"The right of the people to be secure in their persons, houses, papers, and effects, against unreasonable searches and seizures, shall not be violated, and no warrants shall issue, but upon probable cause, supported by oath or affirmation, and particularly describing the place to be searched, and the persons or things to be seized. "
Now that we have that business out of the way, let's talk about who the victims are. Obviously the children, but who else? The Women!
It's safe to assume that a majority of these women were coerced strongly into becoming part of their assigned clan. Either that or they were born into that way of living and know of nothing else. Being astute and disciplined, these women obliged and made the best of it. They had children and loved them.
Now some fun foster parent gets to take care of 'em. Nice.