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I just can't see homosexuality as moral filth. Maybe it's the city I live in and the business I'm in and all my gay friends from grad school and college. A very good friend I went to grad school with came out at age 49, after his father died. He had struggled with it and successfully hidden it from all of us all his life, and while he seemed like a happy guy, a little strained, but happy, he wasn't: he was miserable. Now he's living with a wonderful guy and he's like a new person, the person he always really was, happy without the strain, and generous and warm and respected and there's just nothing filthy about him whatsoever. Gay people spend at least part of their life desperately wishing they weren't, and the lucky ones finally give in and accept how they've been wired, and try to be happy. And if part of happiness is having your own home -- it sure is for me and my family -- and that part of the population needs help overcoming prejudice against them in the attaining of that dream -- then I congratulate Sears for helping them out.