Said Goodbye to the Uinta View Ward and now looking for a new one

After a very long night of hurling just about everything inside my stomache from eating some tater salad from a Ward picinic that was held a month or so ago, I was watching Ice Road Truckers on the History Channel. Came time to dress up for services but began to think, do I really want to go there? Over the last month I have been doing a heap amount of thinking and reflecting on the subject and I'm just not there any more. The Ward I went to is like a hot rod with a snazzy paint job , but no real horsepower. Over the last year I have been very vocal to our Bishop, about needing to being more active and not just a spectator. His responses have been, let the Ward get to know you. Shit how dang much do they need to get to know me, more over how much have they tried? Except for Dave and Vern and their respective families, the Bishop himself few if any have came to the house here and said, howdy. More over willing to sit and break bread. The Bishop did once at some soap box derby thing at the Church, and Van and Travis at that last straw draw picinic. As far as Church or at least outreach of the Ward, I have seen my home teachers maybe 8 times, over a year and a half. Sure I'm thankful to them for the rescue of the radio gear from Utah to here in Evanston. I am thankful to our Bishop, for help on utility bills and all, but there's more to it than that. I made this agreement with our Bishop, at the beginning of July, or so about being willing to help clean the meeting house. Yet I tried to call brother Dean as well as our Bishop, no response. Couldn't remember the time or day to be there. Would a quick email or text as to what time and all been too much? Now I know part of the tenseness of the Ward comes from being vocal as to the looks of two of the daughters of the Ward. It was wrong in the sense I looked,. The reason I looked was radio station, and TV ads for the radio station. Sure there is the thing of some guy attempting to buy ad time on our station. There was nothing hidden or mis stated. The ad buy was for our online and our refiring of our Over the Air AM here. There is not a better deal on ad time on any station in this part of the nation of $100.00 a month flat rate with unlimited airings. That being that the guy bought it. No sad song no returns. 
I remember in the mid 1990's during the time President Hinckley was head of the LDS Church. I was working as the main person putting tires on the big rigs of Deseret Transportation next to SAP Brothers in Salt Lake City. I always brought a big coffee to last all day, and had my Skoal. My supervisor, Rocky there knew I had it, he just said, just don't get it on the floor. One morning just before lunch,(best $2.00 lunch in Utah) President Hinckley wandered through the shop. I think he knew the coffee and all was there. Although there big taboo for LDS people is no coffee,(it really says; No Hot Drink) President Hinckley sat down with me had a mini cup of my brew and we talked. At the end of the conversation, he said you(meaning me) are the Wolf in amongst the sheep. That was partly how me gaining a title of the two legged high octane canine. President Hinckley said its good to have a wolf in amongst the sheep, as it makes church members not so complacent. 
After I went home to Idaho, I had little contact with the Church, mostly because of abuse from 4 idiotic missionaries with loose tongues that and few that came to visit. Now dig this of the Knytes, does it or would it surprise our church authorities to know that the dad of one of our members is a Bishop, of the Church at one of the Wards of the church? 
I don't have anything against the Church itself, or its Gospel. But this is the second time I have ran into prejudice against myself and all because I ride with and am a officer of a motorcycle club. 
So I invited our Bishop to drop by or give me a yell as to when I could meet with him to see about a transfer to another Ward, all I got was OK. 
See you on the radio in the morning at 04:00.
TTYLY