Having never read Edgar Rice Burroughs’ original book on Tarzan, “Tarzan of the Apes,” I decided to pick it up a week or so ago. It brought me back to my teenage years when I loved Burroughs’ science fiction about trips to Mars and Venus. There is something about Burroughs’ style that appealed to me as a teenager and appeals to me today.
Now I can see what it is: his heroes are old-fashioned gentlemen, and something inside me really likes that and even liked it when I was a wayward teenager.
I mention this because Jettboy took a lot of heat for saying that we Mormons are the last traditional moralists. He is factually wrong (there are plenty of other religions with lots of traditional moralists even today), but his overall point is correct: we as a society have practically abandoned the idea of traditional morality being something to which we should aspire.
Not so with Burroughs and Tarzan.