I just got some wonderful news in my inbox today: Bryan Fischer, host of religious hate group the American Family Association's Focal Point radio show and one of the most virulently homophobic and bigoted sons of bitches to drag the name of Jesus through the dirt on public airwaves, was just diagnosed with cancer and is probably gonna die soon.
|Now it's in your head, too.|
And here I thought there was no such thing as God... 😈
Look, I know we're not supposed to speak ill of the dead, or whatever. But for one, he's not dead yet, and for two, fuck this asshole in the neck with a chainsaw. He can't die fast enough, as far as I'm concerned.
Bryan Fischer has made his entire fucking career preaching hate in the name of love, gleefully doing his part to keep the masses of bigots within his sphere of influence cow-dumb enough to vote against their best interests - and mine - in the name of Almighty Jeebus Diabeetus. And he's made a pretty fucking penny doing it, as well; the American Family Association is an incredibly well-heeled organization, pushing rhetoric and policy that has directly contributed to the rise of right-wing religious extremism in this country.
Would that I could eat a giant tray of enchiladas fresh from the cucina of someone's undocumented abuelita and take a giant, wet shit all over Bryan Fischer's legacy. Rather, I'll just 'pray' for his death to come hard and quick and fast, so as not to allow any time for the AFA or Fischer's family to milk his illness for financial contributions to an organization that deserves nothing less than to be dismantled and bodily ejected from the public square, permanently.
So remember, kids: speaking ill of the dead is all right when they damned well fucking deserve it. And the hatemongers always deserve it.