
In the land of gay there was much rejoicing, as teletubbie fans around the world can finally stop hanging their heads in shame. Jerry Falwell, not to be confused with Jim Bakker and Ted Haggard, has passed. His bloated, distended corpse will be on display this weekend in San Francisco. If he were a Catholic priest, a separate service would be held for his male victims.
Falwell was part of a dying breed; evangelists that hated the gays, without being gay themself. Falwell never did the Crystal Meth, as Haggard did, though I'm sure, like Bakker, he availed himself of many a gullible widow's money. Falwell stood on principle, unabashedly hoping to scare many a fag straight, make the black man white, and save as many unwanted children as possible, so they could know how it feels to live in this hell hole with nobody who loves you.
Many of my brethren are hoping that if hell exists, Falwell will surely find a nice warm spot in which to spend eternity. I would add to that, that he should have to endure the ridicule of Bill Hicks for every moment that he's not sucking Satan's cock. One day soon, Oral Roberts and Pat Robertson will come down, and they can get a double ended black dong, and they can do an all holes filled session with Liberace, Freddie Mercury, and Rosie O'Donnell.