The sun has broken through the clouds, the birds are singing a happy tune and the shadows of evil are withdrawn, at least for a little while, from the earth. Why? Because Jerry Falwell is dead! Joyus tidings to all of the Earth's children and happy gumdrop adorations for us all; the monster has kicked the bucket. The only thing that could make this day better is if all of the rest of the Moral Majority's members would follow their leader down into whatever personal Hell is waiting for him. I envision him locked in a small room, chained to a metal chair with his eyes chocked open (Clockwork Orange style) while educated women read him Afrocentric Lesbian poetry and homosexual men routinely come in and insult his taste in clothing.

Rejoice, children. Rejoice.

L8R,
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