Professor Jesus
With a Smitehammer
in the Conservatory.
Jerry Falwell spent his life laying his diseased eggs in the mushy skulls of the 27%.
The damage is done, but the world is a better place for him not being in it.
Still it does beg this question:
With whose pustulent ass is this guy
gonna play "Seven Minutes in Conservative Heaven" now that his Christsiglieri is worm kibble?
13 comments:
Just read about the shitheads, er, good reverends demise (none too soon I'd say), and came right here knowing, KNOWING that you'd have a good point to make. Never disappointed.
I heart you so much.
Good career move, Jerry.
Ding dong the witch (warlock) is dead. That is the phrase that kept popping into my head, all night long.
Tony Perkins (perfect name) had this desperate, gleeful, crazy fire in his eye, as he told the viewing audience, don't worry, he isn't gone, because you see, Dr. Falwell had spawned, thousands, thousands I tell you, more, right behind him.
When did Mr Peanut grow a beard?
Jabba the Hate is gone. Good riddance.
It has been very, very, VERY hard for me to maintain the decorum necessary to keep the gub'mint from breathing down me and my family's necks (again) in my remarks about Falwell, post-demise.
Really, really hard to not slam the sh*t outta that pus-filled, evil-sweating, ultra-bigoted, money-grubbing, scripture-abusing, sack of hot, satanic excrement.
Like I said...verrrry hard. :)
And Drift, "Christsiglieri"? You're a goddamned genius.
Best,
LM
The hell's everyone so happy about? That sack of crap died a merciful death at a ripe old age without having to answer for his crimes.
We'll be fighting the infection he spread for decades--that's, like, six months in a vegetative state, minimum. But nooooo, the bastard just keels over one day.
Not to be a buzzkill, but make no mistake: He won. Unless you actually believe in hell, and don't we all for the first few days after a bad man dies?
mark h said...
When did Mr Peanut grow a beard?
¿Joo never heard of María Magdelena?
¿eh?
All right everybody, listen. I've seen a whole lot of us on the left make all these disparaging remarks about the death of a fellow human being(?). I think we all just need to take time out to breathe, and heed the words of Three Dog Night...
Joy to the fishes in the deep blue sea,
Joy to you and me.
Snyurk snyurk snyurk!
What I said was, "Well, he knows something more now."
Sure, it can seem like dying at a ripe age with a lot of money still unspent means you gamed the system right into the ground.
That's if you think that's all there is to life.
I have no doubt that it was all a game to him. Just as L. Ron Hubbard had nothing but withering contempt for the rubes he suckered and the hell of paranoia he lived and died in at the end, Falwell undoubtedly found his "Makin' Money for Jesus" mask wearing a little thin when it came right down to facing the bony-faced guy with the scythe.
And however long he lived, what he's dealing with now lasts much, much longer.
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DG, the man just passed away. If you don't have anything good to say about the deceased, then don't...
Oh, who the fuck am I kidding? This was a fat fraud at whom the brain dead were flinging money as if he was a glandular-challenged stripper.
I hope his bloated carcasse roasts. Carry on, sir...
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