I'm having mixed feelings
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valarltdJerry Falwell is dead.
The man who gave us segregation academies as a reponse to Brown. The man who moved the target of the Religious Right from blacks to gays. The man responsible for polictically motivating millions of Christians on abortion.
The man, who speaking of 9-11, made the statement:
"I really believe that the pagans, and the abortionists, and the feminists, and the gays and the lesbians who are actively trying to make that an alternative lifestyle, the ACLU, People For the American Way, all of them who have tried to secularize America. I point the finger in their face and say ‘you helped this happen.’
My grandparents were big fans. Every Sunday, we watched the Old time Gospel Hour while making breakfast. They gave money. They wanted me to go to Liberty College. (kinda like swim-fins on a rattlesnake if you ask me)
It's going to, as one person has said, Be a Helluva Exit Interview.
I'm a bad person. All I can think of is Bloom County's Fundamentally Oral Bill fundraiser, in which Bill the cat (turned televangelist) promised that if he raised enough money, God would "call home" Falwell, Baker, Roberston and Swaggert.
I think I'll let Morgenstern do the eulogy. From "Tuition Fees", currently available from Torquere Press.
“Don’t let me disturb you.”
He had heard the deliberately heavy step behind him. “Good morning, professor. I spoke with Loyola for a minute.”
Morgenstern smiled. “Yes, Ignatius was one of my better pieces of work. I understand why you would speak to him and not,” he strolled down the line of pictures “let us say, Luther.”
Marcelo nodded. “I toured Luther’s home in my traveling. They are still showing the ink stain to tourists.”
“Dear, stuffy Martin. He grew full of himself in his later years and no longer welcomed a visit from his old teacher.” Morgenstern took in the lack of surprise on Marcelo’s face. “How long have you known, dear Marcelo?”
“Since I came. The name is transparent. And the legends, although not so common, are well known in certain villages.” He looked on down the wall as the more modern pictures. “Robertson.”
“Of course. I could not have asked for a better sower of discord.” He tapped another one familiar to millions of television viewers. “Falwell, alas, was not one of my more successful endeavors. He is a small greedy man.”
The man who gave us segregation academies as a reponse to Brown. The man who moved the target of the Religious Right from blacks to gays. The man responsible for polictically motivating millions of Christians on abortion.
The man, who speaking of 9-11, made the statement:
"I really believe that the pagans, and the abortionists, and the feminists, and the gays and the lesbians who are actively trying to make that an alternative lifestyle, the ACLU, People For the American Way, all of them who have tried to secularize America. I point the finger in their face and say ‘you helped this happen.’
My grandparents were big fans. Every Sunday, we watched the Old time Gospel Hour while making breakfast. They gave money. They wanted me to go to Liberty College. (kinda like swim-fins on a rattlesnake if you ask me)
It's going to, as one person has said, Be a Helluva Exit Interview.
I'm a bad person. All I can think of is Bloom County's Fundamentally Oral Bill fundraiser, in which Bill the cat (turned televangelist) promised that if he raised enough money, God would "call home" Falwell, Baker, Roberston and Swaggert.
I think I'll let Morgenstern do the eulogy. From "Tuition Fees", currently available from Torquere Press.
“Don’t let me disturb you.”
He had heard the deliberately heavy step behind him. “Good morning, professor. I spoke with Loyola for a minute.”
Morgenstern smiled. “Yes, Ignatius was one of my better pieces of work. I understand why you would speak to him and not,” he strolled down the line of pictures “let us say, Luther.”
Marcelo nodded. “I toured Luther’s home in my traveling. They are still showing the ink stain to tourists.”
“Dear, stuffy Martin. He grew full of himself in his later years and no longer welcomed a visit from his old teacher.” Morgenstern took in the lack of surprise on Marcelo’s face. “How long have you known, dear Marcelo?”
“Since I came. The name is transparent. And the legends, although not so common, are well known in certain villages.” He looked on down the wall as the more modern pictures. “Robertson.”
“Of course. I could not have asked for a better sower of discord.” He tapped another one familiar to millions of television viewers. “Falwell, alas, was not one of my more successful endeavors. He is a small greedy man.”
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Date: 2007-05-15 09:16 pm (UTC)Oh well. I wonder if he changed in his heart at all before he died. It must have been depressing, to be angry at everybody all the time. Guess it wasn't good for his health.
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