Tuesday, May 15, 2007
I don't believe in infernal damnation, nor do I believe in a heavenly gated community staffed by winged harpists. The idea of reincarnation based on karmic accounting also stirs my incredulity. But when I heard that homophobic, sexist, intolerant, preacher man Jerry Falwell died today, I had a hard time stifling thoughts of him slowly marinading in an eternal deep-fat fryer, or being recycled as a lamprey.
This was a man who said "AIDS is not just God's punishment for homosexuals; it is God's punishment for the society that tolerates homosexuals."
This was a man who said "the pagans, and the abortionists, and the feminists, and the gays and the lesbians" helped bring about 9/11.
This was a man who sought to replace democracy with theocracy.
This was a man who preached divisiveness and exclusion from the most commanding of pulpits.
That said, I was doing pretty well on the compassion groove. Reflecting on the fear and anger that might have given rise to his views. Avoiding all those destructive emotions. All the right things. Then this song came on the mp3 playah in the car, and I yowled it all the way home, visions of a roasting Jerry in my mind:
The Tiger Lilies - Hell (buy here or e-here)