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As all of you know by now, Fred Phelps
is dead. He was most famously known for his and his family's
protests at funerals — often but not always of U.S. soldiers — because, according to them, virtually every bad thing ever (and I mean
everything, even
tornadoes) was the direct result of America's tolerance of homosexuality. I say tolerance, not acceptance, because Phelps argued that sodomy should not only be illegal — it should be a capital offence. The Church was also a favourite target of the Phelps clan, who regularly picketed Catholic churches and other houses of worship; they even dedicated an entire Web site to attacking her, which I will not link here.
Predictably, many responses to his death
welcomed it, with some reactions outright gleeful. The argument goes that since Phelps spent his life disrespecting the dead with hateful, vulgar protests, his death should be met in kind. Because... tolerance?
I'll cut to the chase: This post is not about Fred Phelps, despite its title. It's about you.