In which I emit a tiny squeak from my place under the bus

In which I emit a tiny squeak from my place under the bus August 19, 2016

 

The dust bins of history?
The narrative that I’ve been residing in one of these dust bins for the past four years has never been exactly true.  (Wikimedia Commons)

 

Among the best parts of the mythic narrative that has emerged in some circles about the Maxwell Institute purge of 2012 is the one that recounts how the Church threw me under the bus.  The Brethren, it is said, expressed their disapproval of me and all my works by repudiating me.  A canker on the body ecclesiastical, I’ve been excised.  I’ve become a non-person.  I’ve been relegated to the ash-heap of history.  I spend my days in richly earned howls of pain and regret.  And so and so forth.

 

It’s with some amusement, therefore, that I see myself cited by name in an editorial in the LDS Church News, which describes itself as “an official publication of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints”:

 

http://www.deseretnews.com/article/865660447/Church-News-Viewpoint-Children-of-light.html?pg=1

 

It’s a small thing, of course.  I don’t read it as a hint that I’m going to be called into the First Presidency this week.

 

Nonetheless, it’s not quite compatible with the demonology that some have invented and peddled with considerable energy (and perhaps even with some conviction) since the summer of 2012.

 

Of course, many facts are incompatible with that body of agenda-driven legend.

 

Posted from my current place of miserable exile in Oslo, Norway

 

 


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