No matter how hard you have to bite your tongue.
The Reverend Jerry Falwell has died.
To me it's always been a toss-up which was worse, Pat Robertson or Falwell. I've never understood how the brand of politics each happily practiced could ever be made to fit with the teaching of Jesus Christ, whom they both claimed to serve.
Now Robertson will have to flail away at the failings of American culture on his own, although I have no doubt some would-be Nehemiah Scudder will come along shortly.
Posted by Linkmeister at May 15, 2007 08:04 AM | TrackBackSpeak no ill of the dead,
I geuss if you can't possibly find anything nice to say. . .
Posted by: DuWayne at May 15, 2007 03:58 PMI hope he has sunblock... and pot holders.
Ummm. Was that "ill"? ;-)
Just a little, couldn't hurt, could it? Maybe if it's hypothetical? Like, for example, what if I had heard Chris Hitchens say of the illustrious Mr. Falwell that, had he been given an enema, he could have been buried in a matchbox? Could I pass that along?
Posted by: Andrew Shimmin at May 19, 2007 05:58 AM