Ding Dong, the douche is dead!!!
The newest resident in the Big Broiler is none other than Fred Phelps!! :monkeydance: :spin: :rock:
Let's just hope that Topeka, KS takes WBC and its land through eminient domain and razes it!
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Ding Dong, the douche is dead!!!
The newest resident in the Big Broiler is none other than Fred Phelps!! :monkeydance: :spin: :rock:
Let's just hope that Topeka, KS takes WBC and its land through eminient domain and razes it!
Freedom of Speech is a guarantee in your constitution Kevin......this no mind used it to full advantage.We have hate laws here that would have had his ass in jail so fast that he probably would've never been let out as a dangerous offender!
Kooky does the same thing trying to weave his way around the same thing using the law..... "as his right in my Canada" ....fortunately the idiot is doing stupid things off the radio that will nail his ass to the wall..... :roll:
Well, he can now appear before and be judged by his God. I hope he likes the smell of brimstone.
No doubt the WBC will continue to spew their hate despite the fact that Fred is dead.
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Wouldn't it be a real hoot, if he makes it to the Judgment
--and God turns out to be gay? ;)
Careful what you wish for, you just might get it. If they raze the church in Topeka they just might relocate in Tuscon.
Originally women were excluded from the temple entirely, and Christianity excluded them from the clergy. The only book in the Bible about a woman is Ruth, and in general women barely mentioned at all. Therefore one may conclude God is gay.
Hey Freddy, SURPRISE SURPRISE SURPRISE!
FLASH! VXA Network News exclusive Hellcam photo of Fred Phelps!
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John 13:25 He then lying on Jesus' breast saith unto him, Lord, who is it?
John 21:20 Then Peter, turning about, seeth the disciple whom Jesus loved following;
which also leaned on his breast at supper, and said, Lord, which is he that betrayeth thee?
According to some of the articles in the papers, yesterday & today... well, it's already been noted in another thread that Mr. Phelps was excommunicated by members of the very "church" he founded -- and those members are/were his family and close friends.
Did you know why they did this?
Allegedly, it is because he "preached" to the "congregation" that they should love one another and love their fellow man.
Which proves, if nothing else, to quote a Spider Robinson story title: God is an Iron. (Read the story, you'll understand the reference)
Sin palabras.
Fred Phelps preached hate, but his death is no reason to celebrateQuote:
Not surprisingly, many in the LGBT community have let their own inner hate rip as the news of Phelps’s impending death circulated. On Facebook a gay man wrote, “The world will be a better and more loving place without this human garbage.” Another suggested making any funeral for Phelps into a “ridiculous, frivolous spectacle” — even going so far as to suggest carrying signs that read, “God hates Fred Phelps . . . and he’s about to find out how much.”
Enough.
Yes, I understand what drives many to such extreme emotions (and I’d be lying if I didn’t admit to a vein of it myself); after all, it’s only human to want to fight back against hate.
Instead, what if those on the receiving end of Phelps’s ideology did the opposite, which is to say, let him go quietly — and without protest — into that good night? Imagine the karma lesson that would be to all those who have supported Westboro Baptist.
Revenge against Phelps — or, frankly, any hateful or toxic person — doesn’t really allow for healing. Joseph Burgo, a psychoanalyst and an author, told me this week: “For those of us who have felt hated and shamed by people like Phelps, the temptation is to turn tables and triumph over their demise. You might think of it as ‘giving back’ the hatred and shame that was inflicted upon us, but this reaction binds us to the other person as long as we continue to feel that way.” He then added that we need to “break the hold of these destructive emotions and move on.”
So, with Phelps’s passing, I suggest we bombard Westboro Baptist with sympathy cards and prayers. Or, as a friend of mine tells me, “Drive your enemies really crazy: Love them.” Okay, maybe not love, but at least not hate. Never hate.