my current foe is a coworker who is a Mormon elder. he and his pals nationwide have a ham radio network set up so that upon the beginning of Armageddon, they can save their people and thereby usher in everlasting peace on earth, populated by gajillions of happy, homogenized mormons.
he believes of course that women should be submissive and shows this by interrupting them in staff meetings, as if to say, "puny menstruating mortal, how could you possibly begin to think at my lofty level?"
He has nine children, including a daughter who blows up car engines because she ignores the oil light.
he claims to have invented pedialite but by revealing his discovery to a tall statuesque nurse, he was robbed of the credit.
During his tenure in the south seas, aside from indoctrinating the natives, he claims to have had a close personal friendship with the native royalty, including a buxom native princess named Nakajima. (yes I'm aware that Nakajima is Japanese and not Polynesian). He seems particularly fond of reminiscing about her rather sturdy thighs, which he claims are the results of the Polynesian nutritional dependence on a large variety of starchy tubers.
sorry for the rambling but this guy really bugs me.
