Needed Time

Brianna Denison, murdered college student, Reno, Nevada was mourned by her family and friends last night. The ghouls from Westboro Baptist Church were there, with disturbing Happy Bunny smiles and addled brains. The three, females, waved neatly blocked signs designed to twist the knife in wounded hearts: “God Sent the Killer,” “Thank God for Murdered Kids.” They were met with 150 counter-protesters and were removed from the scene in a police van, perhaps for their own protection.

Link below for an unpublished investigative report that will never receive the Pulitzer it so clearly deserves. Note, it is not in a final form as for publication. A riveting and powerful piece of truly excellent journalism.

http://blank.org/addict
ADDICTED TO HATE
By Jon Michael Bell with Joe Taschler and Steve Fry

Many of Fred Phelps’ former adversaries and law school classmates have gone on to become luminaries, while he has slowly dissolved into a disbarred lawyer and failed preacher, supported by his abused children.

The more his own life slips into the periphery, the more stridently abusive he becomes. Pastor Phelps is one of many false prophets to come who will seek to exploit the loss of faith, soul, and identity in North America. As a society that has lost its path in a steaming, sensual, violent marsh of mindless, me-first, frantic consumerism, America is entering its dark middle age stupified by television and content to let its values be formed, not by saints, heroes, and visionaries, but by default, by advertising and market forces appealing to the basest urges in each of us. Our culture has grown childish and narcissistic, slothful and irrational. With the winter of our nation will soon follow the wolves-fierce white toothed beasts come to trip the flesh of our indolence.

Fred Phelps is one of them. And in our chaos and confusion, the false prophets will claim to lead us into a new day. But by this mark we shall know them: no matter how bright their vision, always it will demand someone or group be punished before a new day can come.

The dark angels will promise a bright tomorrow but ask for blood today.