From the other side...a casualty.

I just read online that Jerry Falwell died today. While I rather enthusiastically disagreed with 99.999% of the bile he spewed on an almost daily basis, my immediate response was "oh that's awful." Aside from having been raised with manners, I have no idea why I said that. Obviously, his family and friends will be sad, as will a legion of right-wing extremist nutjobs, but I can't say that my daily life will really be affected.

The cleansing power of death is an interesting thing...earlier this year, Gerald Ford (who had been nothing more than a punchline for years) died at almost 100 years old. Although a slight nod to the Nixon pardon scandal was perfunctorally offered once or twice, the overall opinion of Ford seemed to be that he was a great statesman who made a difficult (but right) decision. It will be interesting to see if the mainstream deifies Falwell now.

Did I want to vomit at most of what he said? Absolutely. Do I think he will have "some 'splainin' to do" when he reaches the pearly gates? Without a doubt. (That whole hate-fueled bigotry thing you know, not to mention making millions in the name of God while ignoring that whole "love your fellow man" business...) HOWEVER, out of respect for the dead, I will say "so long Jerry." If nothing else, you were "to your own self true," and you gave those of us on the left a hell of a target. Requiem in terra pax.

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