Temple Square

We were starving by the time we got to Temple square (which is a huge block of Salt Lake City devoted to all things LDS), so we parked Maudelet, our Toyota Yaris, and walked to the nearest foodage, which was the Olive Garden. You know what was weird about this Olive Garden? It was staffed by and full of Italian people. Do they know it’s a chain? Is this the most authentic Italian you get in Utah? So many questions.

After foodage, we wandered down to the temple/Latter Day Saints visiting area.

So I feel like a bad person saying this, but it was so creepy. The architecture was beautiful, and the history is interesting, but the Saints were all dressed alike, women with blonde hair in mid-calf length skirts and blouses, the men in black slacks and white button-down shirts. They wore name tags, and like all the other Mormons I’ve met were very nice, but then we went into their bookstore, and they were shilling Glen Beck, and I remember how they used massive funding to fund prop 8 in California, and I can’t help but get bad feelings for a religion which aggressively maneuvers for political power and the degradation of basic human rights.  I think faith is an amazing thing, and the sacrifices the early Mormon pioneers made to found their religion could be admirable, but how about not persecuting, ye who have been persecuted.
My soap box. I has one.