No more Jerry Falwell?!
So apparently, Jerry Falwell died today.
Initially, I must admit, I was a bit pleased to see that the old douchebag had finally kicked the bucket. I went around my lab humming "Ding Dong, the Witch is Dead," as a matter of fact. (Ask Brian's tech. He'll tell you.)
But after the initial warm glow of satisfaction subsided, I started to reminisce about the times we shared, me and the Reverend. I realized that he was, in fact, one of the foremost political humorists and satirists of our age, even if the humor was completely unintentional from his end. Remember when Tinky Winky the Teletubby was gay because he was purple and carried a purse? Or when feminists, liberals, and homosexuals were responsible for 9/11? Good times. Or even back in the day, when he was calling Desmond Tutu a phony, and accusing President Clinton of smuggling cocaine (perhaps Clinton was concealing it in the nostrils of future-President Bush?)
Apparently, despite his apocalyptic fantasies, Rev. Falwell did not fall victim to Rapture (although Rupture is a distinct possibility). Nor did he succumb to the AIDS virus, that plague sent down by the good Lord to punish godless heathens and ho-mo-sexuals. I wonder how he is attempting to explain himself up (or down) there, right at this moment.
Initially, I must admit, I was a bit pleased to see that the old douchebag had finally kicked the bucket. I went around my lab humming "Ding Dong, the Witch is Dead," as a matter of fact. (Ask Brian's tech. He'll tell you.)
But after the initial warm glow of satisfaction subsided, I started to reminisce about the times we shared, me and the Reverend. I realized that he was, in fact, one of the foremost political humorists and satirists of our age, even if the humor was completely unintentional from his end. Remember when Tinky Winky the Teletubby was gay because he was purple and carried a purse? Or when feminists, liberals, and homosexuals were responsible for 9/11? Good times. Or even back in the day, when he was calling Desmond Tutu a phony, and accusing President Clinton of smuggling cocaine (perhaps Clinton was concealing it in the nostrils of future-President Bush?)
Apparently, despite his apocalyptic fantasies, Rev. Falwell did not fall victim to Rapture (although Rupture is a distinct possibility). Nor did he succumb to the AIDS virus, that plague sent down by the good Lord to punish godless heathens and ho-mo-sexuals. I wonder how he is attempting to explain himself up (or down) there, right at this moment.