In case you hadn't heard, Fred Phelps, the he-doth-protest-too-much anti-gay minister of the Westboro Baptist Church, met his Maker yesterday. Let's hope he got more than a stern talking-to. Remember, this is the guy whose flock, in addition to caterwauling on with its "God Hates Fags" propaganda inside a redneck echo chamber, protested at military... Continue Reading →
Too old to rock and roll, too young to die
Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. I've always dug that Dylan Thomas ditty. The imagery and lyrical cadence are undeniably pleasing, and on the surface, even when I first heard the poem as a teenager, I knew... Continue Reading →
Bury The Lead 