A dear friend of mine in Los Angeles drafted this letter to Ron Prentice, who, if you missed this entry, is the CEO of the California "Family" Council and Chair of ProtectMarriage.com. It's this guy:

I've removed any names from the letter (except my own) to protect her identity.
Dear, Dear Ronald . . . I am just gonna call you Ronnie, if
that’s cool! Hi!
Greetings from sunny LA, where the beauty of this day
betrays the dark and broken hearts of its citizens. We just all heard about the results from
Prop. 8. What a Joy- stealer, I tell
you!
I got your address from my buddy, Josh Conkel. He said he
was going to write you and I thought- how lovely! I haven’t had a pen pal since
my French class in high school! So, I am hopping on the bandwagon- hope you
have time to open your fan-mail yourself!
So, I am married to a beautiful man named ___________ - had
a big ol’ church wedding- the community blessing all that good stuff. I cried,
laughed, pledged my undying love to my soul mate and got my fate sealed under
the watchful eyes of my friends, family, and the god I pray to, who,
incidentally, I don’t think is the same god you keep wrathfully threatening the
world with- Your guy is more than Old Testament, seriously. This is why I am
writing!
I thought maybe you should meet my god because he is so much
nicer and cooler and more peaceful than yours. Much better for the heart! You
see, my god is this cozy, loving energy, who in my mind kind of looks like Sean
Connery, who inspires me every day to love my neighbor and to do unto others as
I will have them do unto me- you know- the golden rule?
I have lots of gay friends. People I consider my family.
People I would drive through a blizzard to help. People who have beautiful,
magical, generous hearts. The kindest, most loving of my friends, who want
nothing more than to live in peace, get dinner on the table, fall in love, pay
the electric bill, walk their dog, and tumble into bed with the person they
love most in the world after a long day. They want to snuggle and be snuggled.
Do these desires, these needs seem familiar? They should!!! They are basic,
elemental needs we all have and here in the USA are implied rights of her fair
citizens under the Constitution.
What is marriage, then? A commitment first and foremost
under God’s eyes and a union cemented and protected by the law. How can you
possibly think that you can interfere when two people, who love each other and
want to make a commitment in front of god (to love, honor, and cherish each
other) do precisely that?
How can you possibly think you have a right to interfere
with how anyone talks to god, asks for a blessing, or prays for courage, peace,
and contentment? It’s an act of pure
hubris to get involved with how people commune with God.
I feel nervous for the state of your soul! We have to get
you back on track, here!
Your commitment to denying folks their basic human rights-
both as citizens of this country and as souls on this planet- is not divinely
inspired. I want you to know it is love that is our last chance.
To love is a verb- it is an action. Please know that opening
your heart to all people will free you from the prison you are in. Anger, fear,
hatred are the acts of a person who is in league with the forces in opposition
to God.
I wouldn’t want to mess around with that especially with
your God- kind feels like he’d get you with a pitchfork if he knew what you
were up to! Yikes!
I am praying for you and I will be in-touch soon! I just
want you to know that you have a chance of inspiring your community to be, as
Thich Nhat Hahn, the Buddhist monk
proclaims, BE PEACE.
By the way, I saw that amazing stationary that Josh is
writing on- I found it very exciting. I hope you’ll write me back on some
snazzy paper! I love, love, love getting letters!
Always and Sincerely,
Amy
If you'd also like to be pen pals with Ron Prentice, he can be reached at this address:
California Family Council
P.O. Box 20012
Riverside, CA 92516
Attn: Ron Prentice
OR feel free to find your own pen pals! Lord knows (get it?) that there are plenty of big wigs in The Church of Latter-Day Saints who could use some gay friends.