I woke up this morning to the news that Jerry Falwell, professional bigot and all around hateful lump of flesh, finally died. This is great news for the world. He spent his life making money by instilling fear and hatred into the hearts of the undereducated. That's right, people gave him money to hear him spew vitriol about how much he hated blacks, Jews, gays, and liberals. There is absolutely no need for that bullshit anywhere, at any time.
I'd like to say that God wrapped his hands around his heart and squeezed until it stopped beating, but there is no God, or if there was one, He left us long, long ago. Falwell lived to the age of 73 and amassed a fortune those of us who live honestly will likely never see. No god would have let that happen. So it's a disappointment that Falwell is not now being sent to the Gates of Hell for what he wrought on Earth.
What annoys me most is that I expect the mainstream media will, as they always do, look back on the life of the departed, and somehow only remember the good things that they did. Not everyone's a fucking saint, and Jerry Falwell was an especially horrible person. But of course, when it comes down to it, it doesn't matter. No matter what they say about him, he's still dead. And that is comforting.
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