Not the tired Franco joke, not more snarking at the media -- most of whom did have the twin excuses of having known him and not understanding the world is more than NYC-DC-Paris-London-Chicago-LA-and-"other."
Nope. Serious news: nitwit Fred Phelps and his followers came to gloat at the man's funeral. With versions of his usual cute little signs. Rachael Lucas has more.
I have worked for, with and in charge of plenty of people who took their Christianity straight up, with unadorned literalism and a twist of hellfire for the unredeemed and mostly, they were all right people to be around. Sure, we didn't agree on a few thousand basic issues (which we tended to avoid discussing -- call us cop-outs if you will), but that didn't keep 'em from bein' okay enough and if they found my tone-deafness to religion obnoxious, they were willin' to overlook it. A few were jerks. I don't know of any of them who would do the sort of gravedancing Fred and his brood indulge in. Gah.
This is the sort of thing that gives a faith a bad name. It's not ijit-bombering but it's a precursor.
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