So we are finally free of the human turd formerly known as Fred Phelps.
I’m relieved that this psychopath no longer walks the earth, but not in a jumping-for-joy sorta way. It’s more of a “I can’t believe we actually had to endure this crap” sorta feeling. His family will still be around, of course, but I’m hoping that they will lose their focus and eventually fade away without their psychodaddy at the helm.
Having said that… If I believed in a place called Hell, I would hope they bury him face-down so he can see where he’s going.
Want to read an interview with an actual Phelps, ex-member of the batshit-crazy Westboro Baptist Church? It’s fascinating and really drives home what neanderthals these people are.
Q: I remember reading somewhere that your father treated your mom like trash. Can you give examples if what he did to her and if that played a part in you leaving?
A: He pulled her arm out of the socket. He beat her with his fists, his feet and a mattock handle. He cut all her hair off, down to where her scalp showed through because she wasnt in subjection. He screamed and threw things like a child having a temper tantrum.
Imagine that as the image you have of the person who defines your world and how safe you feel in it. I dont mean to get melodramatic, but I only have so much time and opportunity to impress the reality of the situation on you.