So, I read the news a few minutes ago that Jerry Falwell has died. Back in the day (long, long ago, believe me) when I did pray, and I hoped that someone would kack the self-important, bigoted, misogynist, bible pimp soon, I guess I was heard after all. It took a while, but if there is a heaven, it’s probably the ultimate bureaucracy.
I honestly tried (for nearly a tenth of a second) to have some sympathy, some understanding and some compassion for a man who worked hard for what he believed. I wanted to be a better person, until I realized that even if I called him every name I could think of (see partial list above), I would still be a better human being than him. If anyone is responsible for creating the atmosphere of fear, suspicion and intolerance that rules over the American people, it was Falwell. I consider myself a liberal, and I’m pretty tolerant of others. That being said, Nobody can deny that Falwell would have hated me with every fibre of his being and would have wished – for no other reason than I fundamentally disagreed with him – that I would undergo a literal eternity of suffering and torment, burned by flames, pieces carved from my flesh, all imaginable horrors visited upon me and those like me, without hope or chance of redemption or salvation. Just because I chose to question what he believed and not change what I believed.
Let me be the first to say: Right back at’cha. Burn in your fundamentalist hell, you sanctimonious bastard.
Have a nice day.