A Twist of Things to Come

Watched a student film documentary called Fall From Grace last night, about Fred Phelps and the Westboro Baptist Church (consisting of his family and their spouses). If you don't know, he's the "God Hates Fags" guy. He doesn't mean cigarettes.

*sigh* There was a time when this guy really got under my skin. Made me angry. In short, infected me with his rage and hatred, which I reflected back on him.

Now the thought of him and his family just makes me sad. I mean, a life pustulant with rage, spreading it through generation after generation, angel-faced children with signs reading "Aids Cures Fags." What is that, if not profoundly sad? Earthquakes, tsunamis, hurricanes -- these things happen because God is punishing us for tolerating homosexuality, according to this fruitcake. My first reaction is to become very angry, but I don't want to be like they are, so I'm fighting the impulse.

I think he needs to make people angry; I think it is food to him and those like him. I used to plot with like-minded soccer moms about how cool it would be to go to one of their protests and quietly but very publicly mack.

But now, I kind of want to bake them cookies. (No, not the poisoned kind.) I want to show them love, because I think it's probably the only thing that can cure the disease they've got. Pretty sure I'm not up to it, just yet. Maybe some day.

As a side note, I noticed they had signs that read, "God Hates Fag Enablers."

Now I really want a T-shirt that says "Fag Enabler" on it.