All this talk about Mitt Romney and Mormonism espousing good ol’ fashioned family values reminds me of that time I was a sophomore in college and went on a good ol’ fashioned illicit-caffeinated fueled panty raid at the Bethany dorm at Brigham Young University and came back with a Binder full of Temple Garment (I commandeered a Mission bicycle and narrowly escaped the unscathed clutches of the Mormon police, pedaling  into the neon-animated sunset of the Utah desert  in a tumbleweed fury of botched KINGDOM COME brochures).