Let me point out some thoughts on the issue that I have not seen here, nor most anywhere else:
1. Who in their right mind would want 10 or 20 wives? Ron Sherwood, my first sponsor, asked me back in 1996 to go and speak at a women's prison in Arkansas; 476 women, all doing long-term prison sentences. My first reaction was that it sounded like a REALLY great idea for a service project, and that I could probably help out 476 women who had not had a man in their midst for several years. My second reaction was exactly the same as my first reaction.
Unfortunately, due to the McClintock Effect, when we got there they were all in the throes of PMS, and the welcome I received was not as warm as what I had expected.
2. Moses was one smart man. He decreed that all women should go and live in special housing several hundred yards away from the rest of the population, for 4 days before and 3 days after (My numbers could be off by 1) their monthly cycles. THAT, my friends, would make for one VERY calm environment. Not to mention the decrease in PMS-related homicides.
3. Why on earth would anyone want to support more than one Wife? In this day and age, with credit so easy to obtain, try to imagine 20 Wives, each with a purse full of credit cards, and ALL with you as the legally responsible financial party. If just the thought of that does give you the shivers, you might want to forego the "Word of Wisdom" and just take up drinking heavily.
4. I used to raise sheep and goats. I had one ram (that's a boy sheep for you city folks) and one billy (boy goat), 16 ewes and 12 nannys. They each delivered twins almost every time, so on average, I had 2 lambs and 2 goatlings to sell every month, and got to eat lamb chops, rack-of-lamb, and leg-of-lamb constantly. As long as I didn't run out of mint jelly, life was pretty rosy. Some of you may have already deduced the corollary, however. But for those haven't, let me put it in simple terms: If one did have 20 Wives, and are forbidden by Almighty God to sell OR eat the extra Children (most of the Wives would also object), how long before we'd be forced, in order to protect our sanity, to simply run away from home.
5. However, all of those reasons pale in comparison to the most important one: My Prophet told me not to. If he decides to change that and wants my opinion, I'm sure he can find my number. Until then, I'll stick with the one God gave me. She's beautiful, devout, healthy, smart, skinny, and was born 10 months AFTER my last day in combat.
I should mention that I was not allowed to actually have contact with any of these 476 women, moods notwithstanding, so I ate with a couple of guards on one side of the cafeteria, while all of those women glared daggers at us from across the room. Ron Sherwood (now deceased) came in and waved the guards away from the table, and took my picture. I was somewhat flattered with the idea that he thought so much of my willingness to serve that he wanted to immortalize that photographically.
Sometime on the drive back I realized what that miserable SOB really wanted was a picture of me eating alone in a Women's prison.