I just had to repost this section from a well written article on Proposition 8.

In Genesis 19, we hear the story of two angels who, in the form of human men, were sent by God to the home of Lot, a Sodomite. Lot invited the angels to stay the night, but before they went to sleep, the men of the city of Sodom gathered around the house and yelled, “We know you’ve got some juicy men in there, Lot!Bring them out here, because we want to rape them!”

Lot, being the righteous and holy man that he was, told the men, “Please do not rape my guests. Here, I have two virgin daughters which you are welcome to. I’ll bring them out so you can rape them any way you please, but these men are off limits.” Apparently, this wasn’t good enough for the evil gay men, and they tried to break down the door. But just in the nick of time, the angels struck all the men blind.

The next morning, the angels told Lot that God was going to destroy the cities of Sodom and Gomorrah and that he needed to take his family, escape to a mountain, and never look back.Lot replied, “I don’t want to go live in a mountain. There’s a city nearby, Zoar, and since it’s very small, maybe God could pretty please not destroy this particular city?” The Lord okayed it, and Lot took his family and left.

God then rained fire and brimstone on all the inhabitants of Sodom and Gomorrah because, as we all know, every single one of them was evil, every man, woman, baby, fetus, puppy and kitten. Lot’s wife got a bit curious and looked back, so God turned her into a pillar of salt. (Apparently, the “don’t look back” rule was not quite as negotiable as the “head to the mountain” rule.)

So, Lot and his daughters arrived in Zoar, but apparently it wasn’t as nice as Lot hoped it would be, so Lot took his daughters up to a mountain (that’s right, a mountain) to live in a cave. One night, the daughters, the very same daughters who were earlier offered up as rape sacrifices by their own father, decided to get their father drunk and rape him. Each of them bore a son, and they lived happily ever after.

Ah, traditional family values. Don’t they ju1st warm your heart?