Nate Phelps

Fred's son, has come out with this revelation from the man who says that "GOD," as so named, "HATES," as if such simple passion flowed from such One,-- well you know the rest:


"It didn’t take us long to figure out that one of the easiest ways to make money was to hit the bars in the evening. Friday and Saturday night would find 10 to 12 year old children working their way through dark taverns, selling their candy while strippers performed a few feet away. More than once, the violence that is inevitable in such places resulted in direct injury to one of us. Yet in spite of this obvious danger, we were required to continue this for over seven years."

The Pastor sent his children to sell candy at bars. Yeah.

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God Hates Wags

The legendary Fred Phelps clan, of fame for protesting soldiers' funerals and generally hating America and murder victims, has now struck Walt Whitman High School in Bethesda.

My favorite quotation is from Susan Russell: "I mean, that sign -- 'You will eat your babies' -- that doesn't even mean anything."

Isn't this protest a bit esoteric even for Phelps? I mean, is he now reduced to harassing monuments to literary figures? What's next, Oscar Wilde's gravesite? That road where Bessie Smith died in Mississippi? How about all of Harlem, since Langston Hughes probably trawled the lot of it. Alexander The Great's furthest conquered territories? I could go on, but

Bea Arthur died and I need to mourn.