God Hates Bigots

I haven't posted anything about the death of Natasha Richardson because, frankly, there didn't seem to be anything to say about it other than the obvious fact that it was just awful.

Well, now I have something to say.

And you know why? Because her funeral's being picketed.

Picketed? Did you say picketed?

Yes, I did. And you'll never guess who's doing the picketing.

The Westboro Baptist Church -- you know. The "God Hates Fags" people.

This is what they say on their website:

St. Joseph's Roman Catholic Church - Natasha is in HELL! 15 North Avenue WHY are these really rich, really dreadfully talented, exceptionally privileged PERVERTS hiding the time of this dead tart's funeral? We shall picket outside on the sidewalk of this funeral location. Words will not hurt you, silly! We do, after all, put the "fun" in funeral. Come on, give over the time already. Seriously, if you want to get the snap-shot of this vain woman's life, from any righteous person's perspective, here it is: her first husband, Robert Fox, had a living wife when they married. So she lived in adultery with him. But her most current husband, Liam Neeson (UGLY!), has no former wife. He's just a major pedophile-catholic-worshiper, so that's how they raised their two boys. Oh, and her dad - Tony Richardson - was bisexual and died of AIDS. Hence her avid support of AIDS research. There you have it, and that is what these disgusting perverts from DOOMED america, Cancerous Canada and Ultra-filthy UK are just going bonkers over. A dead simple slut who did not have enough sense to put on the helmet (it will muss my hair), then when she DID fall and hit her head, she was WAY TOO PROUD to get help (it might be embarrassing)! Shame on the whole lot of you. But despite it all, do you fools believe that Natasha was the worst sinner that has lived? Nay, but except YE repent, ye shall all likewise perish.

There's more -- there's a LOT more -- but I'll spare you the rest.

Do you believe these fucking idiots? Because Natasha Richardson supported AIDS research they're going to picket her funeral. Anybody have a car and some baseball bats? Because I'm up for making a trip upstate tomorrow morning to teach these motherfuckers a lesson in manners.

Tom Moran

What Do We Do Now?

You may have noticed that I've been a little quiet in this blog of late.

And you may have wondered why that is.

Well, it's like this:

This blog was started in a spirit of outrage and opposition. Four years ago it looked as if the worst elements of the G.O.P. were unstoppable, and someone had to say something to oppose their reckless and idiotic policies. I advocated for another way, and for a return to progressive values in this country.

And guess what? It happened. And now I'm stuck wondering where this blog goes from here.

Do I want to be a partisan cheerleader for the Obama Adminsitration? Not particularly. It feels nice to have a grown-up in the White House for the first time in 16 years, but I don't think they need me to tell them what to do or when they're screwing up.

Should I turn it into a more social and cultural blog, inveighing against the idiocies of our time? Sounds like something out of the movie "Network."

Or should I just let it quietly die, happy in the knowledge that we've done our job and taken back the country?

I'm not sure. I'm still thinking about it.

Tom Moran