Tuesday, June 28, 2005

The Three Little Pligs!

This is just my version of the Three Little Pligs!

35 comments:

rumor-has-it said...

Once upon a time there were three pligs. (They weren’t little, they were all grown up.)
They decided to build a town and help each other.
The first little plig built his house out of sticks, and everyone helped.
The second little plig built his house out of straw, and everyone helped.
The third little plig built his house out of bricks. And he paid everyone for their help. Now all of these houses were paid for by the little pligs that built them. None of the poligs believed in the Big Bad Wolf, but that doesn’t mean he wasn’t there.

Along came the wolf and it was a smooth talking wolf. He knocked on the door of the first little plig and said “You have done wrong and need to repent.” “Leave your house and wives and children and repent from a distance.” The first little plig said “Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin and he packed up his wives and children and left town.”
Now the other two pligs wondered why the first little plig left town in such a hurry, but since they didn’t talk about the issues neither said anything to each other. After all they didn’t believe there was a Big Bad Wolf.

And the Wolf came knocking at the second little pligs house and said “You have done wrong and need to repent.” “Leave your house and wives and children and repent from a distance.” The second little plig had things that he had done wrong in his life, but had repented and was serving God and was doing right, but wondered if he had missed something. So he left his wives and children and house. And got a motel and thought of all the things he had done with his life and prayed for forgiveness. The next thing he heard was that his wives were married to another plig and were living happily ever after.

By now everyone knew that there was a Big Bad Wolf, but nobody dared to talk, because they were scared that he would come knocking at their door. Just because they didn’t talk there were a lot of houses that were stolen and wives and families that were taken.

And now the third little plig said I am not going to stand for the Big Bad Wolf ruining this town and my life. I have built the roads, I have built houses. I have paid for this land. I love my brothers and sister and they are just letting this happen. Now the Big Bad Wolf didn’t look like a Big Bad Wolf…so when the third little plig said “There is a Big Bad Wolf” no one would believe him and they called him names.

And sure enough, because he spoke out, the third little plig got a knock at his door. The Wolf said “You have done wrong and need to repent.” Leave your wives and house and children and repent from a distance.” The third little plig said “You leave your house.” “I know that you are the Big Bad Wolf and YOU are doing wrong.” The wolf was surprised and scared and so he took his wives and children and left his house and moved to Texas.

Now the town, that the three little Pligs had worked so hard to build, was over run with people who supported the Big Bad Wolf, because they had got the nice houses, and the cute wives and children…and didn’t have to work to get them. And so the work was just started to educate the towns people and let the three little pligs have their houses back. We hope that they live happily ever after, but you know that only happens in fairy tales.

Who’s afaid of the Big Bad Wolf, Big Bad Wolf, the Big Bad Wolf?

Anonymous said...

That is a sad story.

Does it have a happy ending?

Anonymous said...

This little pliggy went to market, this little pliggy stayed home,
this little pliggy had roast beef,
this little pliggy had none,
and this little pliggy went wee wee wee wee wee all the way to st. george

Anonymous said...

haha spare me!

Anonymous said...

I apologize for changing the subject, but I can't start my own thread and remain annonymous. Please forgive me.

What if OTS is really Thomas Vaughn Barlow???

He has been in a lot of legal trouble recently. He was accused of domestic violence in the presence of a child. I think there was also an accusation of his trying to kidnap his child - yank him out of a vehicle. In court, he told the judge that his children belonged to him and the Priesthood, rather than to his wife, who I believe was reassigned when he was kicked out last spring.

The judge was not amused with Thomas' approach in claiming that the children belonged to God/the FLDS instead of to his ex-Shapely wife. The judge said something like "The state of Utah decides to whom a child belongs, not God". Thomas went to trial (or accepted a plea bargain) about 2 months ago, but I don't know the outcome. I do know that he was in jail for a long time.

I heard him in court citing a bunch of religious mumbo-jumbo to the judge.

I got the impression that he was in a great deal of denial that he was not still in the Priesthood.

Maybe he is trying to repent from afar and is spitting out so much scripture in order to get back in Warren's good graces.

Could Street really be Tom Barlow?

Faithful Woman said...

No, street is a kid that was never married.

ThePilot said...

No photos this week; girlfriend has my camera!

But this is interesting:


After Fleeing Polygamist Community, an Opportunity for Influence

Anonymous said...

I know Tom Barlow and he lives in Las Vegas and drives truck locally. I doubt it is him. He is just waking up to reality but he does still think Warren is a prophet.

Anonymous said...

Faithful,

How do you know that Street is a young unmarried kid?

Anonymous said...

If you overesteem great men,
people become powerless.
If you overvalue possessions,
people begin to steal.

The Master leads
by emptying people's minds
and filling their cores,
by weakening their ambition
and toughening their resolve.
He helps people lose everything
they know, everything they desire,
and creates confusion
in those who think that they know.

Practice not-doing,
and everything will fall into place.

Tao Te Ching
by Lao-tzu (abt.551-479 BCE)

Reader

Anonymous said...

rumor-has-it, I loved your plig story. Here's my stab at it:

Once upon a time there were three little pligs. They worked hard to build up the “Creek,” building their houses out of straw, sticks, and bricks. It was well and all, until the Big Bad Wolf showed up at the Little Plig’s house of straw.

“Little Plig, Little Plig, let me come in, for I know that you have sinned.”

The first Little Plig, said, “Come in; come in. Surely we all have things that need forgiven.”

“Repent from afar for your unknown sin. You have deceived all but Him. Go figure it out; that’s the plan. When you get it right, then you can write in. Perhaps in time, God will forgive your sin.”


Before you knew it, the first Little Plig was out on his chin, wondering why he wasn’t “in”. But the second Little Plig was worthy kin to take his brother’s family in. And they all lived well in plural bliss, knowing that he was better than him - until the Big Bad Wolf showed up at the creek, knocking at the door of the second Little Plig’s house of sticks.

“Little Plig, Little Plig, let me come in. You thought you were in like Flynn, but you and I know your sin. (He hadn’t paid his dues right in.)”

The second Little Plig said, “Times were thin.”

The Big Bad Wolf huffed, and he puffed and sent his cronies right in. They told the Plig, “The Big Bad Wolf is your best friend. Your family should quickly turn themselves in.” And so, as eternal mates do, the second Little Plig’s family turned on him, too. Now, well trained at this new game, they trotted off to the third Little Plig’s pen. And all went well, this fatal trick, until the Big Bad Wolf showed up at the third Little Plig’s house of bricks.

“Little Plig, Little Plig, let me come in. For you have sinned a grievous sin.”

“But I’ve spoken for you again and again.”

“You didn’t know the beginning from the end. You lacked faith that the world would end. But it’s not rhetorical and never has been. You go out. I’ll go in. I’ll take care of your family, cause I’m your friend.”

And sure enough, the third Little Plig’s world did end.

The Big Bad Wolf took his family, and plyglets, too, keeping them “safe” with the Texas crew.

And then, surprise, surprise, the story didn’t end. The Big Bad Wolf figured out there were more by then. He went on plundering all the pligs’ pens, determined to rid the world of all that sin. He’s out there still, in the weeds or the woods, watching, waiting for just the right goods. So, watch out little pligs, guard your own with care, or the Big Bad Wolf will help you right out of there.

Anonymous said...

That is a sad story too.

Does it have a happy ending?

ATAR_i said...

Good article pilot! Thanks for sharing.

ATAR_i said...

About OTS, he made an obscure reference once to people making assumptions about him and his nephew. So I assume there was the hint of someone alleging something. He also stated he was told to repent from afar.

He's clearly schitzophrenic, so I wouldn't even bother looking for someone who is NOT mentally ill if you are looking for an identity.

Interesting story about Tom

Anonymous said...

RE: happy ending?

We don't know yet.

Anonymous said...

Reply to Anon at 6/29/2005 6:34 PM

I AM SO IMPRESSED!! You are such a poet and so creative. Wonderful job with the rhymes. What a great spin on the 3 little pigs tale. LOVED the part about the pligletts.

And cudos to rumor-has-it too, Your story is also great.

rumor-has-it said...

You can remain anonymous even if you have a handle. As you can see, OTS is still anonymous. Just use a email address that does NOT have your name in it and you can block your identity. It's fun to guess who is blogging and it's fun to keep them guessing. lol
The only way you tell on yourself is by what you say and information you give. :)

Faithful Woman said...

Street was a little more open with his blasting victims on the aimoo forum before he invaded this space.
Admitted that he had done some sin (?), and that warren was right to send him away, he was unmarried and about 30 years old. I thought that for sure he was no more than 16, but maybe that is just his maturity age.

Anonymous said...

Are you sure that Street isn't Joseph Rohbach?

Anonymous said...

I am sure Street isnt Joseph Rohbock.

Anonymous said...

Just a theory:

When Street said he wasn't married, he meant currently. He had a wife in the creek and because Warren told him he lost his family, he believed that it was all undone and consequently, he is no longer married.

There are not a whole lot of 30 year olds who were left unmarried unless they were already on the "outs" and street doesn't talk like one of those.

Anonymous said...

Street admitted on one of these blogs to having four children.

onthestreet said...

I think you misheard. Try four million. I know it would be easy to mix the two up, but what huge mistakes you all make.

onthestreet said...

And none of them are remotely related to the three pigs, except he who builds his house of stone, and he is no swine.

Anonymous said...

Wow! Four million which street admits to have fathered, and all in immaculate conception. Gee street! All work and no sex makes you a dull boy!

Anonymous said...

Sounds like a child support issue to me. OTS's credo I owe...I owe.. so off to work I go, sung to the theme of "Snow White".

A new meaning to bleeding the beast to another tune of "4 Million".

Pligled

onthestreet said...

Nay, beasts bleed the innocent. It has always been so.

Just look at the abortion policy of your government, now to the tune of 40-million slain babies, our most modern holocaust! And 1.5 million more every year, 4,000 slain babies in this "great" country EVERY DAY, MURDERED.

Just look at the bleeding of the national treasury, and jobs, and social security, and humar rights all around you, polititians BLEEDING the people, and the people love to have it so.

HardHeaded said...

Sounds very familiar OTS. If you're a Warrenite, you naturally hate the government.

Please get a life.

onthestreet said...

Nay, I love what God has set up. He set up every empire for a purpose. Warren's people are the MOST patriotic, and a politician's best friend. It is the masses that they have the most trouble with.

Anonymous said...

excuse me???????????... they are not patriotic.. wehn do they celebrate that they live in a free country???? never cuz they don't live in a free life...they are bound to warren and what he wants them to do not what they want to do or any of there freedom. so I beg to differ they are patriotic...besides the fact none of them have a flag or anything...

Faithful Woman said...

Up to a few years ago there used to be a great 4th of July celebration.

Early in the morning, before dawn, the fire trucks would cruise town with sirens blaring, with an early morning wakeup-celebration call.

There was a sunrise ceremony with a flag raising ceremony performed by our local vetrans, including a cannon salute. Then there were speaches and the marching boys would go through their drills for us.

Later in the day, noon to 5pm, there was the gathering at the park. The city band would play patriotic music and there were food stands and games and general visiting and enjoying each other's company as a community.

At 5 there was cleanup and then at 8, an outside dance. No rock or jaz. Square dances and round dances, very cultural. Then at dark, there were city provided fireworks.

Ok, all you oppinionated-but-silent-till-I-say-something people, did I forget anything?

No, I didn't forget the parade, that was on the 24th.

onthestreet said...

We did, and still do, celebrate July 4th Independence, July 24th Saints' Independence, April 6th Christmas, and every President's Days in the history of fathers in the FLDS Church. Now that is patriatism, as in patriarch. Get it, got it, goooood.

Anonymous said...

YEAH HOW? BY SAYING HUH ITS FOURTH OF JULY BETTER NOT GO INTO ST. GEORGE THEY MIGHT BE HAVING A PARADE OR FIRE WORKS GOSH WE CANT HAVE THAT HAPPINING OUR CHILDREN WOULD GET PERVERTED WITH THAT "WORLDLY" TRADITION.....AND THEN WHAT WOULD WE DO IF OUR CHILDREN ACTUALLY HAD FUN?!!!

Anonymous said...

OH, NO! Your just said the F word. Naughty, Naughty.

onthestreet said...

To celebrate is not to mingle. Look at the root: It is the same root as celebate. To truly celebrate is in the heart, in spirit and in truth, not with dogs with boose and cursing all over the place. That does not honor God.