The Westboro Baptist Church must rank among the vilest movements that America produced. You’re on safe ground denouncing these nutcases whose most famous slogan is God Hates Fags.
A church, consisting largely of a single extended family, rejected by the broader Baptist movement for its insanity, somehow managed to become America’s most hated family, and with good reason.
Whatever you might think of the US’s foreign adventures invading other people’s countries, nobody with any decency would disrespect a funeral, but of course, the late Fred Phelps lacked all decency. He was a man without morals, without ethics, who built a church based on violence and abuse, a man who relentlessly beat his children and his wife into submission.
He was a thug. Phelps, perhaps more than any other public figure, demonstrated how an abuser can continue to hold power over his victims long after his physical power has diminished. Long after even the youngest child in the abused family would be able to push him to one side.
Fred Phelps was an evil old bastard, but that’s the nature of abuse.
Phelps was a man filled with hate against gay people, for no obvious reason, though some of his more estranged family members have suggested that he might have been gay himself and that his extreme Bible beliefs might have unhinged him as a consequence.
I don’t know. He was a lunatic and the world is a better place now that he’s dead, but I will never celebrate the passing of anyone.
Some people suggested picketing his funeral, as he and his deranged cult did to so many others but that would be nothing more than sinking to his revolting level, and besides, the WBC cult doesn’t do funerals.
Let’s not celebrate a death, but let’s be glad that the world is no longer infected by the horrible mental illness that overcame Fred Phelps and turned him into the monster that he was.
There’s no point celebrating the death of this horrible abuser. He’d have been far more upset at the thought that the world would forget him.