It’s so good I’m mad at it.
TOPEKA, KS—Fred Phelps Sr., the founder of the Westboro Baptist Church and the man who is widely credited with forever ending the gay rights movement in America, died today at age 84.
“Fred Phelps may be gone, but he will long be remembered for the countless accomplishments and successes he achieved in his lifetime,” she added. “I can safely say that the name Fred Phelps will never, ever be forgotten, and that his entire life’s efforts—his very existence—was most certainly not in vain.”
Read it. It’s a perfect piece of satire. It dodges the ick-factor of seeming to cheer Phelps’ death, yet is magnitudes sharper and more cutting than any of the jokes that keep getting retweeted into my Twitter feed.
Bet that dude is just chilling in Heaven right now – job well done. Playing on the solid gold ping pong table against John the Baptist. Rollerblading on the solid gold streets. Spinning the solid gold gold records of Terry Clark that Luke (the Gospel of) keep in his holy chambers.
TOO cruel to be forgotten. He was taken at the prime of his life.
I don’t really get what’s icky about cheering the passing of a piece of human garbage.
Eff that. I’m cheering his death. I wish there was a hell.
GUNNED DOWN IN HIS PRIME