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Saturday, March 22, 2014

An Oldie and a Baddie

Fred Phelps Sr. has gone where the goblins go. The pastor of the Westboro Baptist Church in Kansas is dead, like the soldiers whose funerals he picketed with signs that celebrated their death at the hands of his god who punishes Americans for our unholy behavior of supporting gay rights. Freddy passed on to the great beyond where he may have discovered his cloudmate is gay--wouldn't that be a blast?

I cannot allow myself to be happy about the death of this guy. He was a misguided, mean-spirited, hateful, anti-gay, anti-American, anti-fun, and antidisestablishmentarianism, (a word I learned to spell at the age of about eight, thanks to my late sister, Ellen who at that time I lovingly called "Ellen Bellen Watermelon"), kind of person. But to celebrate Phelp's death would put me in the same category as him. Now Osama bin Laden; that's a different story. Like the Afghans who danced along Coney Island Avenue, in Brooklyn, when the buildings came down, I danced when Osama was brought down with a double-tap to the head.

Nate Phelps, the 55 year old son of Freddy, understands why some people are happy that his daddy died. Nate cut out of the church, his daddy's life, and the USA when he was just 18, and moved to Alberta, Canada. There doesn't seem to be any love lost.

So we say goodbye to Rev. Freddy Phelps. But we should not fret--we still have another hate-spreading man of the cloth, the very reverend Al Sharptongue.