Jerry Falwell has passed on. At this point, he knows the answer to the eternal question of Life, the Universe and Everything (or the question that goes with the answer). Either knows for certain that he was right all along, or he’ll never know that he was wrong. Either way, it’s no longer in our hands.
I gotta back up my cyberpal Brian here, though. I certainly didn’t like him (Falwell, not Brian), but I just can’t bring myself to be happy that someone has dead. Despite the fact that Falwell never showed the gay community any respect, we need to be the bigger men, women, and ‘tweens here. I wouldn’t want anyone to be happy about my passing, either. Would you? Let’s set an example here … for once.
Please?
P.S.: Just saw that Tammy Faye is going to be on Larry King Live reminiscing about Falwell. That might be worth tuning in for …
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Falwell has always been such an attention whore. While his death wasn’t as flamboyant as his public life, that it garnered so much attention on the blogosphere in the past couple of days must make him happy on some level.
It seems he understood “there’s no such thing as bad publicity.”
Too bad he didn’t use it to promote justice and human dignity, the things Jesus cared about. Instead, he used it to galvanize the Religious Right and cause further division in the US. I think we all can easily list the victims of his rhetoric (mainly by category), does include some people who worked with him.
[...] his death, nor would I want to.I’m glad to know I am in good company with this view, as Brian and Chris also cannot get giddy over someone’s passing, no matter how awful of a person they were.I doubt [...]