The Rev. James Dobson "Channels" Mark Foley

A good one from JurassicPork at Welcome-to-Pottersville (go there to read it in entirety):

Ex-congressman Mark Foley’s favorite card game was Old Maid. Don’t ask me why but it nonetheless seems an appropriate, if disturbing, first choice for an unmarried old queen like Foley. It would’ve taken an extraordinary distraction to tear him away from a hot hand of Old Maid, like a Macaulay Culkin marathon (Oh, those red, juicy, bee-stung lips!) or a visit from the local Boy Scout troop…

…or one from the Rev. Dr. James Dobson.

Yes, the Doctor Dobson of Focus on the Family infamy stopped by the rehab clinic into which the disgraced lawmaker had checked. Foley blinked his eyes like a stereotypical movie drunk who’d just seen a pink elephant.

The FOF’s head honcho’s eye quickly darted this way and that and as if they’d read his mind, beefy men in black suits suddenly appeared. Drunks, druggies and even the clinic’s staff were hustled out as if the place was on fire. In no time, Foley was alone with Dobson in the recreation room.

Dobson regarded him balefully, silently, like a dog owner who’d just discovered that his best friend had had a diarrheic disaster on his rare Persian rug then, for an encore, ate the stuffing out of his Italian leather sofa.

Knowing Dobson’s predilection for canine abuse and the good reverend’s recent statements about him, Foley almost whimpered.“You have sinned,” Dobson finally hissed. “But not in the way that Jim Bakker and Jimmy Swaggart sinned. At least they shook their staffs at a burning bush! And do you know the cause of your sickness, Marcus?”

Here lies the rest.