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While I'm pretty certain that most Christians don't harbor any particular ill will toward me, or wouldn't if they met me, and they probably don't think I'm going to hell, I'm fairly sure that Falwell would think such things, and thus I feel that freedom is on teh march today!
Me and a coworker had to go out for a celebratory dance and cigarette. As if by design, Abba came on over the muzac in the office as we walked back in.
I like muddgirl's comment. (which I can't seem to link to... the thread isn't opening for me).
I thought he was a despicable man, and I'm glad he is removed from the world. I don't need him to have died in pain, and I don't believe in any form of afterlife, so I'm not really getting any satisfaction out of his actual death.
As I mentioned over at MeFi, I actually harbor a weird (some might say perverse, considering that to them I'm probably a complete infidel*)..appreciation of crazy Holy Rollers, culturally speaking, but Falwell was the least interesting of any of them, because he was so transparently (and passionlessly) calculating about his true mission, delivering his congregation to right-wing politicians. Also, he was kind of a dull preacher to watch, the few times I saw him on TV.
(also, has anybody gotten Larry Flynt's thoughts yet?)
This is one of those moments when I wish I had a boyfriend to fuck, a black kid to send to an all-white school, and a stockpile of fetuses to abort in celebration.
Pups, I've been thinking of it as somehow Jerry walks into God's office all cocky and smiling and God and Jesus are standing their rolling up their sleeves and cracking their knuckles and shaking their heads and then an angel kicks the door closed and we just hear a bunch of thumping and shouting.
I'm going to say some bisexual Danish filth from the seventies, all bushy mustaches and workmanlike Scandinavian humping, some Russian cigarettes soaked in opium and a rollicking knees up fueled by plenty of Rootbeer Schnapps and black coffee, soundtrack by The Murder Junkies and the DK's.
I'm actually not too interested in celebrating the death of that mean old man, but it's nice out and that sounds kind of like a party.
I'm trying to prove evolution by proving its reverse, that by mating higher-order animals with ones down the chain a little bit, I can reverse-engineer so-called "missing links."
It's all just an excuse for me to mate with bonobos in an effort to sire a tribe of proto-human homo bonobos to keep me company during the rapture. I had hoped my offspring would get the chance to fling shit at Fallwell during the ascension, but now it looks like they'll just have to content themselves with a cosmotini or two in my hammock under the stars.
We have a music video in which a giant bonobo sits at a picnic table in front of a paper plate piled high with bandmembers, pokes novelty corn-cob holders into our heads and feet, rolls us in butter, and then rhythmically typewriters all our hair away with her teeth. The song's called "Naked Ape," and I'm sure it'll be a megahit.
This is one of those moments when I wish I had a boyfriend to fuck, a black kid to send to an all-white school, and a stockpile of fetuses to abort in celebration.
Stockpile of fetuses, eh? I think I've got some barbecue sauce left over from the party last week...
umm... replace "pips" with "mudpuppie". I don't know what I was thinking.
Re: my mefi comment. I've always thought he was a sad, sort of desperate little man, propped up by a media that adores sensationalism and a public that craves false dichotomies and artificial demarcations between 'neighbor' and 'foe'. All that vitriol towards him is completely understandable (I found myself hating him from time to time), but really he wanted people like us to hate him. The best revenge, they say, is living well.
Dog-eared copy of Screw and my old Hardcastle stoked with a blend of Latakia and Perique tobaccos here...
Seriously, as a practicing Christian (and one day maybe I'll get it right) I found the guy to be an embarrassment and, while I'm not exactly glad he's dead, I'm pretty relieved he's out of the picture and am looking forward to Phelps, Dobson, Wildmon et al. (That answer your question, TPSh?)
On the other hand, you'll always see these sorts of control freaks in religious contexts; the trouble comes when they start dabbling in politics and trying to control how everybody else is going to live. Educate people to think critically and get 'em to vote; it's the best antidote.
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