OK - time for another insane rant.
I didn't know Heath Ledger. I'm not some kind of mawkish fucknut fanfag who pretends to 'feel his soul' or some such similar rubbish, just because I enjoyed his performance in a movie. His life had very little impact on mine, and mine even less on his. For all I know, he was a wife-beating cokehead who ate babies, although it's more likely he was just a more-or-less ordinary guy who had a talent and made good. I do not pretend to know anything about this man based on characters he portrayed in movies. I, you see, have a clear sense of the boundary between fantasy and reality.
This is more than I can say for a certain, loathsome class of imbecile that infests this country like Clostridium in the National Colon, causing America to leak infected, white pus out it's red and blue rectum.
With that overdone analogy, the astute reader will no doubt immediately realize that I refer to none other than Fred Phelps and his pathetic band of inbred crotchfruit from Topeka - the so-called Westboro Baptist 'Church.'
By way of clarification, let me briefly and liberally paraphrase Wikipedia;
"Baptists inhabit human assholes, and as a result face problems that free-living organisms do not. Human assholes, the only habitats in which these parasites can survive, actively try to avoid, repel and destroy baptists. Baptists employ numerous strategies for getting from one asshole to another, a process sometimes referred to as rectal transmission, or the colonization of new colons.
"Many baptists infect their host by penetrating its anal surface, while others must be ingested by the host. Once inside the host, adult baptists need to shed offspring into the external environment in order to infect other assholes. Many adult baptists reside in the host’s colon, where offspring can be shed along with massive, steaming piles of infected shit."
See? The comparison is infallible. These people are a disease. Vermin to be eradicated.
Unfortunately, it seems unlikely that this parasite can be expunged before it has a chance to, inexplicably, protest the funeral of Heath Ledger. Evidently, not only is homosexuality an abomination according to the roll of toilet-paper they call the bible, but portraying it on-screen is as well.
As if belief in a total asshole of a god wasn't evidence that these piles of human excrement were completely incapable of separating fantasy from reality, we now have this as the clincher. As abhorrent as all their previous shenanigans have been, at least one could point to a certain, evil consistency. Certainly nobody deserves to have a pack of insane zealots torment them at their departed loved-one's funeral. But honestly - to jeer and picket some dead guy's Mom, Dad, and baby because of something he pretended to do? It strains credulity.
I wish their twisted god did exist, because if it did, I would spend the rest of my days praying non stop to the god of Abraham that Fred Phelps be strapped down and forced to watch each and every one of his children violently raped, and then the lot be publicly burnt at the stake in order to wipe his hateful seed from a grateful earth once and for all. Besides, isn't this just the sort of repulsive carnage that this so-called-god likes to jerk off to while his mom's out turning tricks?
Wow. Sure is a good thing I'm an atheist or I'd be pretty violent, huh?
