This, my darlings, is what you call karma.
Allow me a moment, my darling flytraps, my wee pimentos in the olive of my martini, to be a thoroughly wicked person. Allow me, even, a brief lapse into schadenfreude - unfair, I know. Despite my temper, I do usually try to be fair towards even my opponents and not wish ill on those who wish ill on me, or glory in another’s misfortune.
But right now, I’m snickering a little too hard at the karmic justice to adhere to those principles very closely.
Why?
Because while cruising the news this morning, I found the following headline: “Phelps Follower Arrested”.
Oh, and not just any follower, my dearest little chickadees. Oh, no. The good reverend’s own daughter. Arrested. For contributing to the delinquency of a minor.
Phelps Follower Arrested - 365gay.com
(Omaha, Nebraska) The daughter of homophobic preacher Fred Phelps was arrested Wednesday for suspicion of contributing to the delinquency of a minor.Shirley Phelps-Roper was arrested in Bellevue, Nebraska, after her 10-year-old son stomped on an American flag during a protest at the funeral of a National Guardsman killed in Iraq.
Please reread that last sentence.
“her 10-year-old son stomped on an American flag during a protest at the funeral of a National Gaurdsman killed in Iraq.”
I’m going to run out of fingers to count on before I finish tallying up all the things so very, very wrong with that sentence. And the Phelps family advocates this kind of behavior as godly, just, and right, kiddos. Oh yeah. You? You’re going to hell because you and your lover have the same junk in the trunk. But committing public acts of desecration at the funeral of a man who died in service to his country, in front of his grieving family? That’s your ticket right to heaven, baby. It’s also your ticket to a free ride in a police car, shiny silver bracelets non-optional. At least they’re sparkly, hm?
[snort] That, my friends, my dumplings, my little pecan-crusted nougat centers, is what I like to call a good old karmic b*tchslap.
shirly phelps-roper, fred phelps, reverend phelps, westboro baptist church, picketing, protesting
June 7th, 2007 at 5:34 am
I would like to see that diabolical smirk on your face right now… : P
June 7th, 2007 at 12:07 pm
oh I can picture it! brilliant is what I say! serves them right. and they say something is wrong with us! yeesh!
June 7th, 2007 at 2:33 pm
YES!
I saw a clip of her on Fox News (I watched it on YouTube, so don’t go getting any funny ideas despite my Republican-affiliated voter’s registration card) and I was amused to see that she even sickened Sean Hannity.
I can’t wait for her to arrive in Hell, where she’ll be forced to watch gay porn on a continuous loop as she’s forcefed rhubarb leaves.
June 7th, 2007 at 5:00 pm
I’m not ashamed to admit I have a bit of a blog crush on you, Adri - and posts like this are exactly why. *L* (Thus, it’s really all your fault. Keep up the good work! hee!)
This… it’s folks like that who lead me to ditch all the churches in my one horse town (and you’d be shocked to hear JUST HOW MANY that is..) and stick to edumacating my own kids on common decency.
June 7th, 2007 at 9:16 pm
Hm… I feel sorry for the kid. The mother certainly got what she deserved, but to think that at that age, he’s learning such hatred…
June 8th, 2007 at 8:04 am
Sihaya: I can’t deny I was grinning ferally all day. This just made my day.
Anji: …rhubarb.
Lessa: You do like to make a boy blush, don’t you? Seriously, though, things like this contributed to driving me away from churches. I can guess how many you have in your one-horse town; the tiny town I grew up in seemed to have a church on every street corner, so I feel you.
Indikaze: That was one of the things that really bugged me about the whole thing. Who teaches children to be so bigoted and hateful?
June 9th, 2007 at 12:41 am
Rhubarb is bitter. Like my soul.