I gotta admit, I'm both distressed and pleased that raving lunatic Jerry Falwell's death yesterday did not overshadow that of my hero, Nelson Rockefeller. I had always figured that Falwell would breath his last in the arms of a non-Caucasian hooker. But that would've been, as others point out, way too kind for the lying hypocritical sack of piss and corruption. The old pusbucket will enjoy my eternal gratitude for leaving Nellie as the Greatest Dead Old White Guy of All Time, Bar None.
I don't wish anyone dead. But I'd be lying if I said his death brings a tear to my eye. Or any other form of sympathy or grief. Ta, Falwell, you mind-raping charlatan.
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I do love that picture. The man says it like he means it. Especially compared with that Dick Cheney wimp.
Tinky Winky will miss him.
They say it is poor form to speak ill of the dead . . .
But CHRIST Jerry Garcia was a fat old pothead, wasn't he?
Jtenty! Makes me think of August Wilson.
I think, that you have misled.
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