There are plenty of things out there that annoy me, and only a few things that really piss me off.Take Fred Phelps, for example, and his entire inbred church. I read a story today that they actually planned on picketing the funeral of those little Amish girls that were shot while they were at school. Just like Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon, the Westboro Baptist Church can tie anything to homosexuality, including my crock pot.
Now, the story is that some show is going to give them an hour of air time in exchange for not picketing the funeral. Way to go, assholes, you just gave those sick bastards what they wanted...media attention.
Would it be too much to hope Al Qaeda bombs his church...while everyone is still inside? Would it help if we told them they had a big secret missile silo under the building that President Bush stayed at on the weekends playing poker with Rummy and Dick?? Tell them we will pull our troops out of Iraq if they do so.
Just when I thought I couldn't loathe and detest his group even more, he outdoes himself.
Someone needs to serve them a warm glass of shut the hell up.
He's destined to be reincarnated as a gay man, ya know.
ReplyDeleteReincarnated hell. Anyone that obsessed about Rump Rangers is suppressing some serious lomgings. I think he wants it BAD!
ReplyDeleteI heard that he has a son who decided he was gay (obviously ostracized from the family). When the outing came, was supposedly when Old Fred snapped.
ReplyDeleteMaybe he's like the guy on American Beauty. Maybe he secretly prefers the sausage to the taco.