I stayed off Facebook for a good portion of the day today. All this news about Fred Phelps started to piss me off bright and early this morning. It was the perfect example of why I've been pissed off at the world so much lately. When I finally decide to check my news feed to see what's going on in the world, there was more WBC news hogging it so I had to scroll for what seemed like days looking for actual news and somehow ended up finding these two gems.
"So ol' Fred is on his deathbed. Who really cares? Hatred does not die with him. All of these posts rejoicing in a man's death show that."
"I take no solace or joy in this man's passing. We will not dance upon his grave, nor stand vigil at his funeral holding "God Hates Freds" signs, tempting as it may be.
He was a tormented soul, who tormented so many. Hate never wins out in the end. It instead goes always to its lonely, dusty end."
Maybe we're not all as fucked as I think we are.
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