From today’s Washington Post…

Look Who’s in Bed Together on Gay Marriage Fight

Lying on his cot in the Longworth House Office Building in the small of the night, Jason Chaffetz had a scary dream: The conservative Republican from Utah had beaten the odds, defeated an incumbent and made it to Washington, only to end up by some bizarre twist of events arm-in-arm with Marion Barry, the crack-smoking laughingstock former mayor of the District of Columbia.

"Oh man, if I had run a campaign saying I’d be working closely with Marion Barry, I don’t know that I would have been elected," Chaffetz says

Mirror, mirror on the wall…  Sure you’d have been elected Jason.  Your voters are cut from the same cloth you are…the same bolt of cloth Washington’s former Mayor For Life was cut from.  Barry wasn’t our ally, we were his tools…his useful stepping stones to political power.  Just like we are to you.  And to your voters, we’re convenient scapegoats for every cheapshit failure of personal character.  We give them someone to blame for how lousy their lives are, how dead and rotten their conscience is, so they don’t have to blame themselves.  Useful tools Jason…that’s what gay people are.  To Barry.  To you.  To your constituents.  Tools.  Nothing more.  Look in Barry’s empty smiling eyes Jason, and see yourself.

So go ahead and smoke yourself some crack Jason.  It won’t matter.  Smoke it right in church if you like.  As long as you’re willing to put a knife in the hearts of loving, devoted same sex couples you’ll still be a Mormon in good standing.  Because nothing matters more then the war against The Homosexual, not even the resurrection.  You could spit in Christ’s face on Judgment Day and as long as you’ve left a trail of destruction in the lives of gay and lesbian people you’ll make it to heaven on a red carpet.  Oh wait…Mormons think they get to be gods in the afterlife don’t they…?