Fred Phelps, the founder of the Westboro Baptist Church, is reportedly near death.
I know I should be the bigger person here and say something semi-compassionate like, "It's unfortunate that this man, or any man, suffered or will suffer. Nobody should die. I hope he learned a lesson on his death bed, and that the rest of his family changes their awful ways. Blah, Blah, Blah. Don't combat hate with more hate." But I'll let some smug and self-righteous "shame on you" blogger do that to earn click-bait for their 15 minutes of Internet fame. That said, I'm willing to be just as angry and hateful as you were, Fred Phelps. People won't, but I will, and I'll never feel bad about my hostility or sinking to your level. After all the antipathy you've rained down on people just trying to live, not only in the gay community (which is ample enough), but dead American soldiers and their families, innocent victims of mass killings, celebrity OD'ers- I'm so happy you're dying. Ecstatic even. Get off this planet. I hope Satan is real, a fan of sodomy, and licking his lips at your prospective place in the same hell you weren't ever ironically aware of belonging in. I award you no points, and may god not have any mercy on your heinous soul
